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what do you think about the baby plotlines? about hope and the twins? do you think they ruined any chance of klaroline being together? or do you think kc could have been together for real and had a good relationship if the babies didn't exist?

This might seem surprising since I have written over a million words of baby fic (although I will argue that it's not a baby fic, it's a fic that contains a baby, which is very different 😌), but I hate the baby plot. I'm a clown. 🤡

It's not about Hope or the twins in particular, nothing against them, I just think that suddenly including magical babies in a supernatural story about vampires is just about the stupidest thing you can do. Vampires are not supposed to have babies, period. I remember watching the backdoor pilot episode of The Originals not having the slightest clue what to expect because I wasn't in fandom back then, or even following anything about TVD, just watched the episodes as they came out, and the moment they revealed The Originals' move to New Orleans was about a baby, I turned off my TV. Whoever thought that giving Klaus A BABY was the best thing they could do for him, is an idiot that should've been fired on spot.

If they wanted to explore the whole father-child situation, drawing from Klaus' immense well of daddy issues, they could've used Marcel. It would've been so much more powerful and so much more interesting. The thought that Klaus, out of all the Originals, would just decide to embrace fatherhood after getting a one-night stand he didn't even like accidentally pregnant makes NO SENSE AT ALL. This is the man who stabbed his siblings and carried them around in coffins as a love language. And people want me to believe that this violence-first, emotionally constipated hybrid would want to raise a child. Sure.

As for Caroline's pregnancy - I guess once you have established that Klaus could make magical babies, then anything was possible. The excuse they used that Candice was pregnant was so dumb though. So many movies and shows have been shot while the actresses were heavily pregnant, but their characters weren't. Catherine Zeta Jones was six or seven months pregnant in Chicago. Everyone in Grey's Anatomy had babies. Ellen Pompeo had three onscreen babies but none of them were written to match her real life pregnancies. In fact, Candice had to wear a prosthetic belly because she wasn't pregnant ENOUGH. So stupid.

HAVING SAID THAT. I don't think the babies were the reason why Klaroline didn't happen. At the end of the day, it wouldn't have been something that would've kept them apart if the writers had wanted to go there. If anything, babies could've brought them closer. I mean, Klaus should've been completely inept when it comes to taking care of another human being who's entirely dependent upon him. Caroline, as a carer at heart, could've seamlessly fit into the narrative. And especially after they gave her babies as well, they could've easily connected through their snowflake kids.

In fact, my personal headcanon (somewhat backed by real canon) is that they did. Klaus gave her money for her school, and while I don't think he did it so he could send Hope there later on as Legacies tried to make us believe, I do think the reason he ended up allowing Hope to attend the school was BECAUSE Caroline was there. He trusted her with his daughter, in a way he probably wouldn't have trusted anyone else, particularly because he was absent. He needed to know she would be safe and in good hands, and that was definitely not because of Alaric. And I also think they kept in touch during all those years where Hope went to school there and he went on a murder bend around Europe. Hayley couldn't get a hold of him, but Rebekah IMMEDIATELY knew who she could reach out to to find him. If Caroline hadn't seen or spoken to him in 15 years, that would make no sense. The way Klaus is all 'Trying not to flatter myself that you're here on a sudden whim to see me' implies more intimacy than two people who hadn't spoken in over a decade would've had. They were definitely in touch. How much touching was involved is up to your imagination. :)

One thing I wish Legacies had explored was Caroline's relationship with Hope. They obviously had one, we were just never shown it, which is sad, because there were so many interesting layers that could've been explored. It's also in my personal headcanon that Lizzie would've been fascinated with Klaus had him and Caroline ever had a chance to be together and he got to hang around her kids as well, and the irony that her middle name is Jenna is just delicious (Klaus wouldn't have felt the slightest bit of remorse). It would've given Alaric so much grief.

In conclusion, Klaroline could've been together with or without the babies. They weren't what was standing between them. Stupid writing was.

#yokan answers #anon #i love replying to asks #but bear in mind that whenever you ask me something you're just giving me an opportunity to launch into a ted talk lol

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12 - We're so Grounded

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Part 13

Texas Romance

Tags - @tyrionsprincess30 @bvbwestfall

"Georgie we have to tell them before I'm swelled up like a balloon and we can't hide it!" I whined sitting down on the edge of Georgie's bed since he had moved out of the house and into his parents garage. Georgie leans against the closed door arms crossed over his chest staring down at me. I knew he wanted to just not tell them because we would get in trouble and just go live in the woods and forget out troubles. It's a fun dream but this baby is our reality now. "Dale keeps telling me to tell them I don't need you doin' it too." Flopping on my back I throw my arms over my face grumbling. "Georgie...we can't keep this a secret forever."

He strides over plopping down on the bed making me lift up on my elbows watching him. He dropped his head in his hands running his fingers through his hair sighing. "So you're parents or mine. Do you want me with ya?" His brown eyes locked on mine weakly smiling. Getting to my feet I run my hands over my jeans, pulling a jacket on and zipping it closed offering my hands to his pulling him up. Parking in the driveway of my house I unbuckle my seatbelt taking a few breaths then heading for the door ringing the doorbell. The door opened by my mother who gave a warm smile to the two of us. "Y/n, Georgie, come in and sit. I just made some cookies." Georgie closed the door as I take a seat on the couch playing with my hands.

“Thanks mom...is dad here?" She sits the cookies on the table in front of us with Georgie sitting beside me. She nodded going out the backdoor knowing he's outside working on something in the barn. A few seconds later they both came in standing where I nervously eyed them hoping they won't freak out. "So there's something I need to tell you and please don't be mad but I'm...I'm pregnant." My mother's mouth dropped opened in shock while my father ran into the back room coaking a shotgun where Georgie stiffened his back. "Who is this son of a bitch!" I blurted out not really meaning too where I throw my hands over my mouth afterwards. "Dad please don't shoot, Georgie." My father slowly lowered his weapon blinking before he raised his voice towards Georgie. "Get the hell out of my house. I once said you couldn't date my daughter if you kept that van and now you've gotten her pregnant you idiot!"

My mother just sits still as Georgie pressed his body into the couch looking at me terrified. I feel tears welling in my eyes because this is the very possibility that I was afraid of. "Dad, look I love him and I'm sorry but he says he'll be there-" I try explaining but he throws his hands up scoffing. "Yeah right. Seriously if he's not out of here in five seconds-" My mother gets to her feet grabbing his arm holding him for a second then bending down to me with a weak smile. "Sweetheart, I'm not happy about this but you are still my child so I won't kick you to the curb....I just can't believe we're gonna be grandparents." She started crying where I jumped to my feet hugging her lightly crying in relief. "Cooper, I want to talk with your foks about this understand." My father declared pulling me into a hug seeing Georgie nervously shake his head yes.

After a few hours of talking with my parents we got back in the car but I grabbed the keys from Georgie's hand so we couldn't go anywhere. He turns his head staring at me. "What's goin' on, darlin'?" Sucking in a breath I simply explained knowing that we need to just rip the bandage off on both ends. "We have to tell your parents or when my parents want to talk about the baby it'll be extremely akward." He rests his hands on the steering wheel throwing his head back in annoyance. Finally looking at me he nodded in agreement starting the truck driving home. Georgie went back to the garage waiting for me while I entered through the back door seeing his father is home. He's drinking a beer in the kitchen seeing me. "Hi Y/n, what have you been up to?" Twisting the fabric of my jacket I glanced to the floor mumbling. "Georgie and I need to talk to you about something, George - uh Mr. Cooper." He nodded following me into the garage eyeing his son. "What's going on?" Georgie and I glanced to each other where I reached down intertwining our hands when Georgie replied simply. "It's kinda hard to talk about...we...I...I got a girl pregnant."

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Just Dizziness - Chapter 29

Emma stopped by that night for dinner, apparently eager to see me. Before Tom had a chance to sit, she stole the seat next to me, forcing him to sit across the table. Since he couldn't hold my hand through dinner like he wanted, he resorted to playing footsie which I enjoyed, feeling like a teenager.

"I've been wanting to come by and see you, but I know you must have loads going on. I can't even begin to imagine how you must be feeling."

"Em…" Tom interrupted, trying to steer the conversation away to something lighter.

"No, it's ok. We can't pretend it never happened, as much as I wish we could. It’s been extremely frustrating, but Tom has been beyond incredible. I don't know what I'd do without him honestly. He makes it easier to handle, more bearable. He's been so incredibly patient.  I feel broken, and he's been helping me put the pieces back together."

Emma leaned over and gave me a hug from the side. "I'm here if you need a friend or someone else to talk to. Tom's a great big brother (and I will deny ever having said that), but if you ever want some girl time, feel free to ring me up."

"Thank you. That means a lot." And I meant it. I love Tom, but I know it's not sustainable to keep relying on him all the time.  He has his work and his friends, and at some point I need to figure out mine.  Hopefully therapy will be able to help me figure out how to get there. 

Once dinner was over, Tom and I headed back home, Bobby chilling in the back seat. Emma's idea of girl time rang around in my head. Maybe I should take her up on it?  

Sophie seemed nice. Tom told me that she and I were friends before the accident. Maybe this could be a good opportunity to maybe get to know her again? She seemed so nice when she came by the hospital. I don't know though. 

By the time we reached home, it was late. We let Bobby out to do his business before tucking in for the night. When I woke up the next morning, however, it was early.  The sun was just coming up, peaking through the curtains.  The way the rays hit Tom’s face gave him an ethereal look.  For a moment, I could have sworn I was in heaven, that he was an angel.  I held myself back from stroking his hair, fearful to wake this sleeping angel, instead being satisfied with gazing upon his perfect form.  

A moment later, he adjusted in his sleep, the sheet drifting down to reveal his perfect chest with a smattering of hair, freckles scattered here and there. The internal battle grew as I gazed at him.  Before I knew it, my fingers tucked back an errant hair that had fallen into his face. The touch seemed to have awakened him as a low groan erupted from his chest. 

"Darling, is everything alright?" His voice had a mixture of concern and something else. 

"Everything is fine. I was just admiring you in the light of the sunrise. You look like an angel."  

"If anyone is an angel, my darling, it is you."

He leaned over and lightly brushed his lips against mine.  I couldn’t help but finally comb my fingers through his hair in reaction, increasing the intensity of the kiss at the same time.  Before either of us knew it, we had lost ourselves in the throws of passion, completely losing track of time and becoming a tangle of limbs as we fell asleep in blissful exhaustion.

Waking up later that morning to Bobby’s loud request to go outside, Tom leaned over, giving me a sweet kiss.  “Stay here.  I’ll take care of him and bring back something to eat?”

“That sounds nice.”  Once he left, there was a crashing sound quickly followed by a shouted whisper of “shit” as something fell around the backdoor.  Apparently Bobbers really had to go.  Poor baby!  My bladder then reminded me I too needed the loo sooner rather than later.  When I finished up, I wandered downstairs to find out what happened and found a mess in the kitchen along with a slightly injured Tom slumped on the back porch with Bobby running around the garden, occasionally rolling around in the grass.  It was hard not to let out a slight laugh at Tom’s poor state.  Evidently poor Bobby had somehow gotten into something he shouldn’t and partially relieved himself near the backdoor, Tom finding it in the hurry to let him out by stepping and slipping in it, falling and knocking over some items off the counter.

Oh my poor boys.

I cleaned up Bobby’s accident before grabbing a wet towel, some soap, and a first aid kit to check on Tom.  Joining him outside, I cleaned his foot and shins, he kept his head hung.  I disinfected the few scratches he had.  Luckily, nothing needed to be bandaged.  “You alright?”

“Mostly a bruised ego it seems.  You were right about the dog door idea.”

“I told you we should get the fencing fixed so we can get it installed.  Maybe an automatic feeder as well?”

In a flash, his eyes were on me, hands gripping my shoulders.  “Wait, you remember that?”

“Remember what?”  I was so confused.

“We talked about that before your accident, the dog door, the feeder…..”

Thinking for a moment, nothing came to mind, not a conversation nor an inkling about the fence.  “I don’t know where that came from…..”

“I think it’s a very good sign though.”  And I couldn’t disagree with him.  It felt like a natural response which means the memories are still somewhere in there, right?

“Maybe it’s also a sign that it’s a good time to look for a therapist?  One that can help with this type of issue?”

He smiled back at me.  “I think that’s a brilliant idea.  I love you so much, my dearest.”  As he cupped my face with his hands, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and he leaned in to give a sweet kiss.

Chapter 30

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[jplupine]

Feral Possession: Chapter 3

Day 2

Pairing: Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez x Wynter Hughes [Nonbinary OC] Word Count: ~1.2k WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, Exophilia, Demon!Grimmjow, Feral Behavior, Grimmjow being a Terror

Summary: The haunt continues his game.

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Masterlist | Chapter 3:

  Uncle Jordan left me a haunted house. It was either that, or I was going crazy. My hands cupped the warm mug of coffee as Gary was pouring his own. I wanted to ask him if he'd seen anything, heard anything, during the night. I wanted to know if I was the only one this thing taunted or if I really wasn't seeing things and it went for Gary as well.

  Looking at the back of the man's head, I then began to wonder why now. Why not when I was moving in? When I was unpacking? Why wait until I was already settled to make an appearance?

  "Gary?"

  "Yeah?" He turned while coming over to the table to sit down with his drink next to me.

  "Did you....happen to see something, I don't know, strange last night?"

  "No. But you might want to take Dagur to the vet." He calmly said while glancing at the dog. "I think the poor guy got so traumatized last night."

  "Why would you say that?" My brows furrowed as my thumb brushed over the mug's handle.

  "He peed all over the foot of my bed. Woke up to it this morning when my foot landed in it." His expression was sympathetic toward the dog. "Oh, don't worry though, I already put everything in the wash."

  I was dumbfounded now, especially since Dagur had been with me the entire night. I knew he was for certain because I hadn't slept at all. My night, once getting back to bed, was spent holding Dagur and occupying myself on my phone. And, if what Gary said was true, at least to a degree, I knew I wasn't going crazy.

  But that also meant whatever was in the house pissed on Gary.

  Should I laugh or be more concerned? Ghosts couldn't pee, so that meant that thing was something else. Well, at least I didn't think ghosts peed.

  My brows knit together as I was thinking. I knew that thing seemed displeased when Gary showed up but was it really childish enough to piss on the man while he slept? ....Apparently so.

  "Yeah, I'll take him just to be sure." I said while not mentioning to Gary how Dagur hadn't left my side all night. I wasn't even sure how to explain to Gary the possibility that some sadistic being had just....peed on him.

  "Hey, how are you feeling?"

  "Exhausted." I sighed while rubbing my forehead and dropping my gaze to my mug. "I really am thankful for you coming over, though."

  "Oh, don't sweat it, Wynter. What happened last night.... That shit is scary."

  "No kidding."

  "Are you going to be okay?"

  "Eventually. Gonna look into an actual security system, though."

  "That'd be good."

  It was later in the day now, so I set to making some food for myself. Opening the backdoor to let the dog out, I then went to boil some water to make macaroni and cheese. When Dagur came back into the house, I simply closed the door and finished cooking my meal. Serving it up in a bowl, I rinsed out the pan in the sink and went to sit down.

  At the table, I scooped up some of the cheesy pasta and brought it to my mouth. The warmth of the food made me feel comforted a little at least. Sighing, I lazily looked at the heeler chasing his own tail until he burnt off to the next room. Hearing a squeaky toy, I assumed he was playing around. Okay, that had to be a good sign.

  Turning back to my bowl, I was about to take another bite just before a black figure materialized on the table. Completely freezing as my jaw hung slightly ajar. Even with as much light that was in the room, I could still see nothing more than a black figure like a solid shadow. However, I now saw more detail and there were horns perched on his forehead as he laid on the table with his arms crossed right in front of my bowl.

  "Don't mind if I do." He stated before wrapping his tongue around my fork and taking my food. Pulling the fork from his mouth after taking it from me, he began to dig into my macaroni. "Not bad for this cheap-ass shit." He commented, and I had yet to move a muscle. 'Calm! Act calm! Holy fuck, just act calm!' I mentally screamed. This was definitely not a ghost, and he seemed to enjoy my reactions to him.

  Gulping, I closed my mouth before rising to my feet. I just grabbed some lunch meat from the fridge, no way was I risking demon cooties by taking my food back. Not to mention that maybe he'd lose interest and move on when I didn't react to him.

  "No fun, where's the screaming from last night?" He questioned, and his voice seemed to show he didn't really care as he continued to eat my macaroni. Simply ignoring him, I leaned on the counter while facing away from him as I bit into the thin slices of turkey

  If his aim was to scare me, I couldn't let him see he'd succeeded.

  "Oi," Clawed hands were placed on the counter on either side of me, and his nails clicked against the marble as I felt his breath hitting the top of my head. "are you ignoring me?" Now he seemed irritated with how low his voice was. "How about this, Little Rabbit, you tell me your name, and I'll give your food back?" His voice then took on a sickly sweet tone as his breath continued hitting my head.

  Not saying a word, I tried pretending he wasn't there while chewing on the turkey in my mouth. From what I'd noticed, he couldn't actually touch me. Also, he seemed rather determined to know my name. From what little I knew about demonic beings- which was limited- having my name might give him some sort of power. Maybe having my name was what he needed to actually be able to hurt me.

  "Come on, Little Rabbit, why don't you want to talk to me? Don't worry, I don't wanna kill you, I just wanna play." His voice was close to a purr now, and I watched as one of his hands raised to touch my arm as his claws lightly raked my skin. All I felt was ice and nothing more, proving my guess that he couldn't actually touch me. It was not much unlike a ghostly touch, cold, but not really there.

  Either way, it caused every hair on the back of my neck to rise on end.

  "I can smell your fear, you know." He stated, and it felt as if he sniffed at my hair. "You can't hide it. It's so strong, leaking from you like that fucking mutt in the other room." Swallowing, I balled my empty hand into a fist on the counter while staring straight ahead. "Are you scared I'll eat you, Little Rabbit?" He questioned, and after a short pause, his voice was right next to my ear. "Good." He whispered before completely vanishing.

  Finally being able to breathe again, I glared in the direction the sound of the squeaky toy was coming from. 'Dagur, you were supposed to be my alarm!'

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On My Mind (Part 2)

Finn Shelby x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warnings: Some swearing.

AU: just changing some stuff up, but not much.

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Summary: F/Reader is the niece of Luca Changretta and Finn Shelby takes a special interest in her.

Y/N'S POV:

It took us about a week and a bit to get to America. The whole entire time, I had to basically force my Nonna to eat.

When I finally saw land, I was excited to get off this boat. I have no idea what my life will hold once I am in America as I haven't been back here in almost 11 years.

Nonna and I were waiting to get told we could leave the boat along with the other first class passengers when I heard a knock on the door.

Not even thinking, I opened the door and there was my Mother's brother, my Zio Matteo.

"Zio!" I jumped into his arms.

"My gorgeous niece. You have grown." He said once he put me down. I wanted to say something snarky about him not seeing me for three years but I kept my mouth shut.

"Grab your things. Luca is waiting. He sent a few of us up here to make sure you two had an escort down."

That was was I noticed the other men in the hallway. A few of the younger ones came into the room and grabbed our luggage.

"But we have to wait to be told that we can leave." I told him.

"We had a nice talk with the Captain once the boat was docked. Come now, you two are safe."

I went back to grab my Nonna's hand. "Nonna, Zio Luca is waiting for us. We can leave."

Hearing the name of her last living son made her grab her gloves and hat. "We shouldn't keep him waiting." And she was off.

She said hello to each of the men who were there. A few of the men checked the halls to make sure we were good to go, and the group of us left the boat, with myself and Nonna in the middle of the group.

Many of the other passengers heard us leaving and opened their doors to see if they could leave yet, but once they noticed all the men and a few of them had weapons, they closed their doors quickly.

No one was on the deck as we got off, not even the crew, but the Captain was standing next to Zio Luca, who was surrounded by even more men.

"There they are, my Mamma and my niece. No problems I hope." He said as he held his arms wide open for us.

"Oh Luca, no no problems. The travel was good and your men did an excellent job getting us off the boat." Nonna said as she hugged her son.

"Good, good. Gio, pay the Captain for his co-operation." I watched as Gio took out a big stack of paper bills and put it in the Captain's hand.

The Captain said thank you and once he was dismissed by my Uncle, he was gone.

"Come now, let's go home." Nonna, Luca, Matteo and I were in one automobile while the rest of the men were split up into four other ones. Our automobile was in the middle of the convoy.

I listened as my family talked to one another but I didn't chime in. I had nothing to say, my whole life has been uprooted and it is literally all because my Father and John Shelby wanted the same woman.

They could of had any woman in the world and the two of them both fought for the hand of Lizzie Stark.

I wanted to be mad at her but I couldn't, this isn't her fault.

I have no idea how long we drove for, but we pulled infront of what looks like to be a townhouse.

I noticed that there were two men at the front door and I bet if this place has a backdoor, there would be two there as well.

We went into the house and we were shown to our rooms. "Now, Mamma and Y/N, just for the first little while, you two will not leave here without a chaperone. Someone must be with you at all times."

I started to complain but my Nonna gave me a glare and I shut up. This is ridiculous. I get why but I like my freedom.

Once I was dismissed, I went to my room and actually cried. I cried for the death of my Nonno, the death of my father, for Finn who I will never see again.

1925

A whole year has passed since I left Small Heath. My family tried to get me to go a finishing school, but I couldn't be bothered and kept skipping classes.

I lost count on how many times I was brought home by the police. Once they realised who I am related too, they didn't even bother to walk me to my front door as many of them were to scared to deal with my Mobster family.

I listened in on meetings that I had no right to listen in on. I stopped once I heard my Zio Luca say he sent a bullet to each member of the Shelby family and that it is time for them to finish the Peaky Blinders.

I barged in when I heard that, much to the shock of the men around the table.

"You can't go. You can't kill them Zio..please!" I begged him. I even begged my other Uncle.

"We must. They killed not only your father but your Nonno Y/N." Luca said to me.

"Don't kill Finn Shelby. He had nothing to do with it. Please, I am begging you." I was actually on my hands and knees.

Luca picked me up and placed me on my feet and kissed my head. "They are all going to die Y/N. They must."

He didn't even flinch when I started to hit him. Tony, one of his men came over and picked me up and took me to my room.

I was locked in my room and was only allowed out with guards. I stood at my window as I watched my Uncles leave for England.

My Zio Matteo looked up at my window and waved at me. I waved back, hoping he will come back to me.

I also hope he can do that one thing I asked him to do for me.

Finn Shelby's POV:

My brother was dead. Killed by Luca Changretta and his men. I felt numb at the thought of us being hunted down like a pack of animals.

I watched as Tommy paced back and forth trying to figure out what to do. Arthur was no help and Polly was smoking so much, it was like she was in a constant cloud of smoke.

"Why don't we tell him we know where his Mother and Niece are we have men going over there to finish them off."

Before Tommy could even give his answer to Arthur, I was up and out of my seat. "Do not threaten Y/N like that."

"Sit down Finn." Polly said.

Arthur and I were just glaring at each other until a smirk spread across his face. "You still have a thing for that girl. Get over her Finn, she is never coming back and even if she did...we would kill her on sight."

The two of us were torn apart before we could start punching each other.

"She had nothing to do with this! She never has. Y/N was nothing but kind to Grace and you Tommy. She babysat Charlie for you. Y/N helped take care of John's kids when he didn't have any one else to watch them."

"Finn.." Polly tried to interrupt me.

"No! How did you repay her? You had someone sent after her to kill her! Arthur, when you were sick and we didn't have money, Y/N took her own money and got you medicine!"

"Sit down Finn!" Tommy demanded and I listened to him.

"We have other things to worry about. I will not have the rest of my family killed." The meeting went on and I left once it was over. I just went to my room as I didn't want to deal with them anymore.

When I found out that Tommy had Arthur and John sent to take Vincent Changretta and to kill his wife and Y/N, I actually charged at my brother.

Isaiah and Johnny Dogs had to separate the two of us, but then the two of them came back and told us that they let them go, I could of cried.

But I knew I would never see Y/N again. I know she couldn't write to me and I couldn't write to her.

Our families are at war with one another and now she is living in America, completely protected from the Peaky Blinders.

1926

New Years passed and it is now 1926. Luca Changretta is dead as are most of his men. One man I let go, but never told my brothers about that.

I was out walking on the out skirts of Tommy's property after dinner when one of the men attacked me.

He lost his weapon and the two of us started to beat on one another, but I was able to push him away. Just as I was about to pick up the guys gun he said my name.

"Yes?"

"My niece is Y/N." My heart felt like it skipped a beat when he said her name but I kept the gun pointed at him.

"Luca only had one brother."

"I'm her mother's brother." Matteo, yes she mentioned his name before.

He started to reach into his jacket pocket and I made sure I didn't lower the gun. "She wrote this letter for you. She begged me to give it to you and I can't say no to her."

I took the letter from him and put it in my pants pocket. "Go now and I will let you live as I know how much you mean to Y/N."

Matteo turned and went the same way he came through. I made sure he was gone and that the coast was clear before I walked back towards Tommy's Manor.

I hit the washroom to clean myself up before I told Tommy that I saw some men at the edge of his property. I knew that Matteo would be long gone by now.

Once the coast was clear, Tommy said I could go home. Polly was leaving as well, and Tommy had his driver take us home.

Polly went straight to her room and I went to mine. I changed into my night clothes and pulled the letter from Y/N out of my pants pocket.

My heart was pounding as I opened the letter, but made sure I kept the envelope intact as I wanted to put the letter back in there.

I took a few deep breaths and started to read the letter.

Part 1 ♤ Part 3

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[jazminetoad]

What The Cat Dragged In

Zoro x Reader

Hey so this is a fanfic I promised I'd make for @undercoverweeeb when my wifi came back but because of my slow nature it took too long for me to finish, my apologies my friend. I hope you enjoy it!

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"How many alley cats does this dumpster have?" You questioned, picking up cats and taking them out of the smelly pile of fish. Just one of the many things you experienced when running your own sushi bar. After the first time, you remembered to wear gloves, long sleeves, and googles for your safety. "Maybe I should get a dog to scare you cats off. Hey, since when did cats have green fur?"

You had removed a cat that had been lying on top of another "cat" with green-coloured fur, but the back of it was all you saw. It could just be moss, but last time you checked moss didn't feel hairy. Once you set down the current cat in your hands, you reached to pick up the mysterious green "cat" only to be met with a person's face. You were stunned frozen, wondering why someone in their right mind had been sleeping in your dumpster full of fish. Just as you were questioning what to do, the person start waking up with a groan and made eye contact with you.

"AH!" You snapped out of your stunned state and dropped his head, which resulted in it hitting the metal edge of the dumpster.

"Ow! Geez, what the hell lady?!" He said holding his forehead.

"What are you doing in my trash?!"

"Your what?" The man glanced to see where he was. "What am I doing here on a pile of fish?"

So even he didn't know why he was there. There were 4 explanations that could be the reason why he woke up in the dumpster: 1) He could've got mugged last night and got knocked out so he was thrown into the dumpster 2) He was a blacked-out drunk that ended up in the dumpster 3) He's a victim of organ trafficking or 4) He got mixed up in the pirate squabble that happened the night before. As much as you were curious what the answer was, you didn't know if the stranger is dangerous.

"Um, I'll just dump my trash out later..." You said to no one in particular, stepping closer to your backdoor and ready to head back in but not taking your eyes off the individual. You flinched as you watched him hop out of the dumpster but relaxed when you saw he wasn't going towards you.

"I should find the others," you overheard the man say to himself. "They're probably lost without- hrgh!"

You spun around on your heels in time to witness him holding onto the dumpster for support and droplets of blood fall from him. Your instincts kicked in and pushed you over to his side, helping the green-haired man rest against the dumpster. Scanning over his form, you spotted the many slashes that were on his body now open and bleeding. It's a miracle this guy survived the night without medical care.

"Something tells me that taking you to the hospital isn't an option," you guessed raising a brow at him.

"..." He averted his gaze, he wasn't about to reveal he couldn't go there because he's a pirate.

"Alright then, up you get, let's go." You pulled him up to his feet.

"...What?" His eyes went back on you, now wide.

"You need help," You bluntly stated as you brought his arm around your shoulder. Your other arm helps him stay upright before you continue. "And if I can't take you to the hospital, then the first aid kit back at my place will have to do."

"...You don't even know me."

"No, but I know you need help. The only question is, will you let me?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"You seem calm for someone getting stitches," you spoke up, breaking the ice of silence between the two of you when you finished the first stitch.

"It's not the first time this happened," he responded unphased. "Besides, you seem to know what you're doing."

"I learned the basics, just enough to be able to survive in case I had to go on the run," you told him as you began preparing to stitch the next wound.

"Oh? And why would you need to go on the run?"

"I don't know, maybe because I'm helping you," you playfully joked. "So if I'm going to have to be on the run because of you, I think it'd be fair if I knew your name."

"Wouldn't you be able to be in denial if you didn't know my name?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Zoro hummed in thought, silence gently settling around the two of you. He watched you as you carefully stitch, so caught up in your work. You seemed to have the potential to be a pirate. If you joined the crew you could work alongside Chopper, it'd be good for him to have a helping hand, and if the smell of food from downstairs is what you made on your own he wouldn't mind another chef on the crew. However, it wasn't his call to make, it was his captain's.

"There, you're all patched up," you piped up, briefly bringing the swordsman out of his thoughts.

Zoro sat up and scratched the back of his head as you packed up the first aid kit. He wondered if you were bored of your life, from the conversation the two of you had it sounded like you carved adventure but something prevented you from doing that or is something not driving you to go. Maybe he's wrong. Hmm, but who in their right mind would help a stranger they found in their dumpster?

"Do you have somewhere to go?" You asked standing up, about to go put the first aid kit away.

"Yeah, my captain's probably wondering where I am," the man answered putting his shirt back on.

"Oh..." A part of you had hoped the man you found might've been someone on the run or a person who was lost, and had nowhere to go. It'd bring something new to your life, a start of a chapter, maybe one that'd lead down a path of misfortune but it'd be better than boredom.

"Hey, this place makes food right?" he inquired abruptly.

"Uh- yeah- this is a sushi bar- downstairs is the sushi bar, my sushi bar..." you stumbled over your words since your business was the last thing on your mind. "Uh why-"

"So you got booze here too?"

"Yes-?" It came out more as a question because you were wondering why he wanted to know.

"Hm, I'll have to bring my captain here to try out the food." He stood up walking past you. "You'll be open later right?"

When you didn't reply right away, he looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. Then hit it you, you understood his intentions. You smiled, feeling the hope of a new chapter beginning.

"Yeah, the place will be open later."

~~BONUS!~~

"Where's the exit?"

"You walked by the exit five times already!"

#one piece #one piece x reader #zoro x reader #ronoroa zoro #one piece x you #zoro #one piece zoro

[valntynedeangelis]

Homesick - Thomas Raggi

Requested by @fairyth0rns In which a homesick Thomas confides in you after a show. I changed up the premise a little but I love how it turned out!! LOTS of fluff and feelings! Hope you like it <3 this is basically Thomas Raggi stan acc at this point ahaha.

word count: 1,914

REQUESTS OPEN

-no warnings

Being on tour with your best friends wasn't always easy, there were small fights, drunken mistakes and harmful words that got said, but it was just the pressure they were all under, no one was ever mad at each other for long, it was just the lifestyle catching up to everyone.

No matter how hard things got out on the road you knew there would always be someone you could turn to for help and consolation, and things did get hard being away from your life back home. However, you knew that everyone gets that way and all you can do is support each other.

Loud cheers erupted from the audience as the show came to an end, you had been out on the road with Måneskin for a few weeks and as the tour was coming to the end you couldn't help but smile, thinking about how far they had come not only in the last few months but over the last few years that you had known them.

Every single milestone and achievement made you all the more proud of the four people before you on the stage which you called your family, that's what you had become a close-knit family and you couldn't imagine your life without them.

"Thank you, everybody, we have been Måneskin, goodnight!!" Damiano screams excitedly into the mic as the band begin to leave the stage, you clapped and cheered for them from in front of the stage, but in front of the crowd barrier. Snapping a few pictures of them as they held up their instruments and waved at the crowd, Vic stuck her tongue out at you and leaned into the camera as you took her picture.

After the show, you all made your way back to the hotel you were staying at for those few nights, there was an off day tomorrow so everyone decided that it would be fun to go down to the bar and have a couple of drinks.

Down at the bar, you all raised a glass to the great show they had put on and the successful tour also for good luck in the future. Music played loudly as you all danced together, laughing with one another at the terrible moves coming from each of you, everything was perfect and it was moments like that which made all the fights and upsets worth it.

Swaying your hips to the music you felt someone's arms slip around your waist, looking down you recognise the rings on their hand, It was Thomas and you instantly relaxed into him, moving softly to the music in time with him. Whilst you loved everybody in the band, you and Thomas had a special bond, you just understood each other a lot more deeply than the others.

"Are you okay my love?" turning around to face him in his arms, you met with a slight frown, you hated seeing him like that and would do anything to make him feel better.

"I guess, I just feel...I don't know I think I'm just tired" You could barely hear him over the loud music and the screaming from your friends as they fooled around, picking one another up and throwing them around.

You take Thomas' hand, leading him away from the dancefloor and out the backdoors to the beer garden outside. The atmosphere instantly softened and you could tell he was a bit more relaxed. "What's going on in your head sweet?" the two of you take a seat at one of the tables, he pulls a cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lights it, he offers you one but you politely decline.

"I'm just so tired of being out here away from home, it's catching up to me now. I just want to wake up and not have to worry about how I'm going to do that night, the pressure is just getting to me y/n." He rests his head on your shoulder, your hands instinctively go to his shaggy blonde hair, he loved when you would play with his hair.

“ I know my lovely, everyone feels like that sometimes It's completely normal you just have to do your best and that's all anyone can expect from you, we'll be home before you know it" Placing a kiss to the top of his head he sighs, putting out his cig he takes your hand in his and plays with the many rings on your fingers. You never wore rings until you started touring with the band, they introduced you to them and would always buy you one as a thank you at the end of every tour- they were so special to you and you made sure to wear them every day for good luck.

"Y/N, I don't want to be at this place anymore, I can barely catch my breath" you knew what he was feeling was social anxiety, you had spent so many times with Thomas backstage just calming him down when he'd work himself up into a panic, it was never a bother to you though you just loved to make him feel comfortable and safe.

" We can go back to the hotel if you want, watch your favourite movie and cuddle?" you suggest, he doesn't say anything but just nods, "I'll just go tell the others, meet you out the front." Getting up, you place another kiss on his head before helping him up and making your way inside, for a minute you struggled to find anyone but you saw Vic by the bar being chatted up by some guy.

"Vic, me and Thomas are going back to his room, I'll see you in the morning" you hug her, Vic had always admired your relationship with Thomas, she knew that no one made him feel like you did, she would often tell you how cute it would be if the two of you were dating. Whilst you liked the idea of being with him, you knew that it was far important just being there for him you wouldn't want to risk everything and then not be able to be there when he needed you the most, so you were okay with just being friends.

“ Don't do anything I wouldn't do girl, have fun" she teased, causing you to roll your eyes everyone in the group would make jokes about how you and Thomas acted like you were already a couple but you paid no mind to it.

Meeting Thomas outside you walked hand in hand down the road, taking in all the sights the city had to offer whilst you made your way back to the hotel you were staying at.

Back in his room, you changed into a comfy shirt of his, whilst he only wore a pair of grey shorts. You couldn't help but think how good he looked in them, those shorts of his were a weakness of yours and he knew that which is why he always wore them around you.

Relaxing on the bed, you lay your head on his chest your arm draped over his lower torso, he had an amazing body and you would often catch yourself sneaking a look whilst the two of you changed together. "what do you want to watch then?" you asked, tracing circles around his 'Må' tattoo, you had been there with him, holding his hand as he got the tattoo done.

"you choose" his voice was soft, you could tell he was tired, so you just put on a film you had seen a bunch of times so you didn't have to pay attention to it, so he could just relax and fall asleep.

"You know, I don't want the tour to end" you could tell something was on his mind. "why's that?" leaning upon your elbows you turn to look him in the eyes, getting lost momentarily in them.

"Because you won't be there" a tear falls from his eyes and you quickly wipe it away, holding his face in your hands.

"aw sweetie, I'll always be there, even if I'm not with you every day, you can always call me" you kiss his cheek, comforting him, wiping away more tears.

" it's not the same, I just want to be with you all the time, you make me feel like nothing else on earth, when I'm with you nothing matters y/n, I don't know how you do it but I don't want it to ever stop" now it was your turn to cry, no one had ever made you feel so special or important in your life and it felt so good to hear those words leave his mouth.

"Oh Thomas, I don't ever want to be without you either, but you know I have a life back home, outside of the band. I'm only a short drive away, you can come to see me whenever you want and whenever you feel sad I'll be there as soon as you call" It broke your heart to see him so vulnerable, but you knew there was nothing you could do, you lived about ten minutes out of Rome, you couldn't afford the city.

"I feel so selfish, I just want you all to myself all of the time. I count down the days to the start of every tour because I know that I'll get to wake up and see you every day, that I get to spend all the time in the world with you, with nothing keeping you from me" He sits up, pulling you into a tight embrace.

"I know sweetheart, I know" Is all you could say, you were choking on your own words, it hurt so much that you couldn't be with him all the time.

"I don't even just mean with me physically, y/n you complete me, you make me a better man and I..." he pauses, wondering if he was really about to say what he was going to say.

"I love you y/n and I know you feel the same way about me, I've just always been too scared to do anything in case I scare you off because I can't bear to lose you" you pull away from the hug to look him in the eyes once more.

"Thomas, I've been in love with you since we first met you have no idea what it means to me to hear you say this" the two of you lean into each other, your lips inches away from his but before anything could happen the door bursts open, causing you to jump away from each other.

"Y/N Dami's been siiiickkkk" Ethan whines, stumbling into the room throwing Damiano down onto the bed beside you. Just like that, you had been snapped out of your cute moment with Thomas and back to the reality of the mother of the group.

"oh dear, let's get you cleaned up shall we?" you get up pulling Damiano up with him and take him to the bathroom, stopping at the door to look over at Thomas who just had the biggest grin on his face that you had ever seen. Even though you had been interrupted you knew that things had changed forever and that you'd have plenty of time to carry the moment on later, running a bath for your drunk friend you couldn't hep but smile too, everything was perfect in that moment and you wouldn't have it any other way.

#måneskin imagine #thomas raggi imagine #måneskin #thomas raggi #band imagines #imagines #valyntyneimagines #fluff #valyntyneraggi

[jennsmischievousmind]

Chaos Therapy

Session #2

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Summary: You were assigned to a field mission, with particulars co-agents, Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. One mission turned into multiples. After each missions you are debriefed by a therapist, Dr Noach just as Sam and Bucky. Thing is, they don’t know that you are much more than an agent.

Warnings: pining, bit of angst, Buck/Sam bickering, violence (fights against enemies), mild swearing (still real bad at warnings)

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

Mumbling your floor to the AI, you tried to relax but the door not closing triggered you. Hearing voices coming your way you understood.

“I don’t get it tincan, you got the new arm, the new haircut loosen up,” Sam Wilson came into view followed by Barnes, you would have never thought yet you got star-struck by his intense gaze when it locked on yours – Wilson got oddly silent for a second his look bouncing between the two of you until Barnes looked away and faced the door.

Wilson snorted “Guess we won’t talk about what just happened,” a smirk growing on his face.

Rolling your eyes you resumed your attention on the elevator transparent walls. Until you caught yourself glancing at Bucky’s back, inevitably your look followed his left shoulder to his metal well, vibranium arm, unfortunately, you could only see his wrist and hand. It’s not like you had studied all of the late Mr Stark’s researches on his previous metal arm and Wakanda’s report on the new appendage... The few golden lines you could see were mesmerizing, fingers itching to trace them you quickly shook your head remembering where you were. The elevator finally stopped at your level.

"Meeting at 6, briefing in the jet." You declared trying to focus on the mission at hand, accidentally brushing Barnes' left arm as you exit.

You were about to apologize but Sam intervened "Okay boss"

Smiling you lifted an eyebrow "I'm not your boss, but keep that in mind just in case."

You kept your eyes on Wilson who was nodding at your answer appreciating your repartee until the door was inches too close your eyes shifted to Barnes'. His eyes already on you.

“Fuck! You’re a professional for Stark’s sake, get a grip!” getting angry at yourself you head for the cave.

_

"Can you tell me more about the actual mission you had?'"

"It’s classified."

"Alright," she smirks "I see here that you had to use your field agent training? "

“Affirmative ma’am!”

"Weren't you supposed to assist and use your shadow IT skills,"

"Also, affirmative,"

“So, what happened?”

_

Tactical gears, the best part of field missions, hands skimming the gears sprawled out on the metal table, you couldn't wait.

‘You won’t be wearing that actually," the technician kicked you off your reverie, you frowned "Casual clothes, Kevlar under it, one gun, that’s it.”

The deceive expression didn’t escape the attention of the techs around the table. “It’s not always big guns and expensive gear”

“Yeah, I get that. Great…” you grabbed the gun and the Kevlar. Ready to meet your co-agents at the hangar. They were by the jet reviewing things with the techs.

“Agent Wilson, Agent Barnes.” You rearranged your top over your kevlar,

“Ok, hold on, please call me Sam,’

“Alright, then call me Y/N or boss.” he chuckled at your saying.

“This is tincan,” his thumb pointed to Barnes

"Uh" squinting at Sam, surprised by the verbal jab, you were unable to form any words.

Bucky sighed, throwing his bag in a corner of the jet “Your record is scratched, Wilson”

“Newsflash. We don’t use records anymore Buck!”

You stayed silent watching them bicker on the jet's ramp, taking mental notes. Bucky's jaw clenching every now and then, the never-ending smirk of Sam. How and why did anyone think it was a good idea to team them up?

“I already miss my cave.” You mumbled and passed by them, they both looked at you as you made your way in the tactic jet.

The briefing went smoothly, oddly, although seeing Barnes in tactical gear didn't leave you indifferent. Your mind yelling to get a grip while your eyes roam his geared up body. Now you had a full view of his vibranium arm, he caught you once or twice looking intently at it, each time you felt bad you didn't want him to feel uncomfortable or anything.

Few hours later, spent meditating and reviewing the mission in your head, avoiding the guys, avoiding Bucky, you ended up on one of the New Singapore islands. The tactic jet retreats back as soon as you three touched the ground.

“I go first, you come in after I made sure the target’s in, Buck in standby”

“Yeah, we know,” Bucky spoke, you could hear the exasperation in his voice.

Sam smirked at Bucky before rounding the corner leading to the underground club. There you were alone with Bucky Barnes.

"Are you two always like that?" you leaned on the concrete wall behind you.

He was standing straight, hands on his tactical belt "What'd you mean by that?" you tried not to stare as his look remained forward.

"Tough love and all.." your teasing voice made him glance your way. He hid a smirk and fully turned to you taking a step forward. “We’re working on that,” it was your turn to hide a smirk, and you thanked the dark alley for hiding the dusted red that had reached your neck at his closeness.

Minutes later Sam had called in the comm. Getting through the crowd you reached the bar where Sam was, clubs, forsaken places. He nodded at the back of the club where he had seen the target get out.

Making your way to the hidden office in the back, the dark and the loud music were your allies, scanning the room with one of the few gadgets you were allowed to have you were relieved to find it empty of human forms.

“Ok, 15 minutes” you called out in the comm’. Forcing the door, you look behind you before sliding it shut. Rummaging the all room you finally find the old metal case.

“I got the codes,” you were supposed to analyse them on site and then destroyed them but when you didn’t hear any of them answered you stopped “Sam?” silence “Barnes?” a distant crash followed by howls caught your attention.

“Y/N GET OUT!” Bucky's voice rang into your comm' not missing a beat you grabbed the case, slide the door open ready to run to the backdoor. “Oh!” you stopped dead in your tracks, a large man about 6 feet tall blocked the door. He eyed the case in your hand, you shrugged.

Pouncing on you, you easily dodged him as he was so slow, you ran to the main room instead, only to find Sam and Bucky fighting against a bunch of dudes.

“Subtle mission my ass,” you muttered to yourself, Watching them, you were genuinely interested in the two Avengers' fighting skills, missing the big guy coming behind you.

Grabbing your middle, trapping your arms against your body he lifted you as if you were a feather. Quickly refocusing you hooked your feet to his calve, balancing your weight against him he started to wobble backwards, his arms slipping up past your chest allowing you to elbow his floating ribs multiple times. He finally let go groaning, you took this time to kick his knee, he whaled staying down. Seeing the boys were still fighting and enemies still coming in you joined them. Back to back with both of them holding your ground.

“Buck you wanna clear the path” Sam snickered.

"Sure if you've got a great idea in mind involving your chicken wings go ahead," Buck retorted earning a death stare from Sam.

"I'm really deliberating leaving you here with them right now," you checked your gun’s mag.

"And how do you plan on getting out?"

“Close your eyes” the boys followed your request without any doubt.

You activated your anti-flash lenses with a press on your temple. Launching the tiny flashbang on the ground it exploded blinding everyone around you. Since the guys couldn’t open their eyes yet and you could clearly see the path you grabbed them both by the wrists and pulled them out, they ran behind you blindly for less than a minute until you reached the outside, stopping in the nearest alley.

The place was loud with cries, smokes evading the place brushing the neon lights creating a halo of blurred colours. Lost in the moment, the adrenaline rushing out you felt your right hand becoming colder in an instant, a low whirring and vibration coming from the vibranium wrist you were holding soothed your racing heart.

Sam had already escaped your grasp to check on the escape route. Quickly removing your hold you glanced at Bucky to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable but his face showed a different emotion. His gaze remained on his wrist where a second ago your warm hand was, brow knitted yet his look was soft, he clenched his fist and released it, he snapped out of it when an explosion occurred in the club. Time to run.

“If I knew we were about to run so much I wouldn’t have worn my best suit!” Sam argued, your lips curved into a smile at his annoyed voice.

In the jet safe and sound you tried to work on the codes but the two supposed-to-be grown-ups you work with were arguing about how the mission went wrong. Eventually, you tuned them out and send the files to the intelligence.

After giving back your gear to the assistant waiting for you in the hangar you turned to your co-agents.

“That was fun!” Sam tossed his suit jacket upon his shoulder “we should team up more often”

You scoffed “I don’t know about that”. Bucky came down the ramp his gear in hands, your jaw clenched at the way he looked so effortlessly good, it ignited something in you and you thought why the hell am I fighting this.

“Sam, Barnes,” you bowed your head slightly heading to the quarters' area, already writing the reports in your head, before needy thoughts cloud your mind.

“Bucky, it’s Bucky,” he called out, you spun fully, walking backwards “Bucky,” you spoke softly, the corner of your mouth quirked up, eyes entirely focused on him, his didn’t waver either. Rounded a crate disappearing from their view you bit your lower lips.

Sam nudged Bucky’s shoulder "When I said to loosen up, I didn't imply crushing on our new teammate,"

"Shut up,"

_

“And it was the first official mission with them?”

“Yes ma’am, … the intelligence thought the mission was a success, somehow. Against what I thought, they decided to team us up again,”

She nods, your answer exactly what she wanted to hear, she cuts the recorder.

“All is going well then” she closes her tablet, undoing the first button of her shirt feeling stuffy.

“I’ll be able to give you something more tangible in a few missions,”

SESSION #3

MASTERLIST

Published: 2021-02-21 Completed: 2021-03-30

I will be tagging Chaos Therapy now, since some of you might filter the TFATWS tags to avoid spoilers.

#tfatws #the falcon and the winter soldier #Bucky barnes x reader #Bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes fanfiction #tfatws imagines #Chaos Therapy

[downwiththemutantnjnjaturtles]

We Met Within This Screen (chapt. 3 PART 1)

[Donnie x reader]

sfw, part 2 here

"Leo?" 

Donnie froze. Leo stood firm where he was. The atmosphere of the lab fell still and Donnie got up from his chair, slipping his phone into his pocket. 

"I was getting ready," Donnie almost stammered out, though he managed to get through it barely. "Just…" 

He couldn't think of anything to say. No excuses; he knew he was caught. Why would he have been smiling, chuckling at his phone? Why would he have been that distracted as to not detect his brother? There was no explanation to give. He was far less acute than their leader in his senses—less intuitive—to have been able to know that. He berated himself as Leo folded his arms and gave him a look of knowing. Always with that look. You knew you were busted when Leo deployed that one. 

"You can either tell me what's going on now or you can do it out there, where everyone can hear," said Leo sternly, body partially blocking the exit anyway. 

Donnie scratched on the same spot on the back of his neck that he'd always picked at when he felt uncomfortable. "I can explain," he finally said in a low tone. "Just let me. And please don't alert everyone else immediately. Promise?" 

Pausing, Leo contemplated on his response, coming to the decision that he'd at least give him that. He nodded and motioned for him to start, "Go ahead."

"I, um…" 

Donnie's heart rate picked up a bit as he began to feel a wash of embarrassment seep in. He'd never been very open to his brothers about how he sometimes wanted connection with the outside world. He hadn't thought much about love or romance given their situation, either, but it did crop up from time to time—he still never mentioned it. 

Releasing a deep breath, he explained, "I met someone. Over a game. She wanted to text, and I figured that, since the possibility of—" 

Leo halted him. "Time out, what? You met someone on a game, they wanted to text, and you just...agreed?" he asked, surprised himself by Donnie's actions. Before he would hear his brother's response, he continued, cutting him off once again, "Did you forget that there's a reason why we don't just go around talking to whoever?"

Donnie felt a spark of anger and he stood up straighter, stepping forward toward Leo. He hated nothing more than being implied he was stupid or naive. But he still kept his distance, and still tried to keep his voice low so that prying ears couldn't hear. 

"Trust me, Leo! I've been talking to her for a few weeks. We only started officially texting recently. You know I've fixed up our phones so they aren't traceable; what is the issue? Am I not allowed to have my own life?" 

Leo scoffed lightly, shaking his head. "Don, come on, dude," he reasoned, "can you even be sure that's a girl?" 

Donnie's lip twitched in annoyance and he scoffed, himself. Of course he was sure! If he'd ever had any inkling he was being baited by an older man, he never would have played with them, or even agreed to text. But Leo didn't seem to listen to anyone's intuition but his own and Splinter's, and so he wouldn't hear out that argument. Donnie suddenly wished she'd sent a picture of herself so he could prove to his brother that he was not, in fact, that empty-headed. 

"Also, you do have your own life, it's with us. Which means I have to look out for both you and the rest of the family. I mean it when I say this is risky. Don't be a fool, Donnie. Plus, what were you planning on doing when she eventually wants to know more about you? Lie your way through it? Even if she is who you say she is, it still doesn't change the fact that she's a human girl and you're a mutant. And you can't keep up the charade forever." 

Donnie's heart panged at his last words. He wanted so badly to say that he was wrong, but really, he knew that Leo was painfully correct. He couldn't keep up the act forever. Not unless he wanted a friendship built upon lies and deceit by omission. As much as he hated to admit it, Leo was right; it was foolish to have thought it would somehow work out. 

Silence befell them, and even though he spoke the truth, Leo felt bad upon seeing his face fall like that. He reached out and put a hand on his shoulder. "I know it gets lonely. We all do. But you have to face it, Don. That up there? It isn't for us," he told him gently, trying hard to lift the tension from the room. "Let's just stick to what we know best, okay?" 

The shadows. 

Eyes averted at the ground, Donnie swept the hand on his shoulder off. He walked right past his brother and grabbed some gear on his way out. "Yeah. Let's go." His reply was quiet and curt, steady as he could make it. Though on the inside, he was frustrated. Frustrated that he'd dug himself into a hole that he'd now have to not only dig himself out of, but let down someone else while he was at it. He'd have to let her go. Less angry was he with himself as he was his situation, and Leo knew that feeling well. He wanted to protect his brother—he just hoped Donnie would see that. 

Out on patrol, they went about their routine as usual, but everyone noticed the mood-shift. Raph and Mikey were excitable as ever, but the other two were more reserved that night, not talking much to each other. 

They leaped from one rooftop to another where they decided to stop for a quick rest, Mikey racing ahead of all of them as he vaulted from the roof and onto the next. "You guys are slow!" he called from the other side. He grinned and jumped up onto the scaffold of a water tower while Raph  barrelled across the gap with a roll on impact, Leo choosing to take a flip. Donnie trailed behind and simply jumped the ledge. 

"Yo, what's up, D?" Mikey asked through heavy breaths, picking up on his standoffishness. "You been quiet all night!"

"And you're slow as hell," Raph commented. While not as perceptive as Mikey, he had noticed the odd tension and was beginning to get suspicious as well. He knew someone wasn't saying something; he just didn't know what. 

Leo and Donnie exchanged looks. He silently hoped that Leo would take the hint, but when Leo sighed and glanced back at the other two, he knew it was hopeless. He'd get chastised at for being ignorant all over again. At least by Raph, he judged. Mikey couldn't really talk because he'd been in a similar boat before, and now, he knew how he'd felt all those times they got onto Mikey for trying to make contact with humans. 

"Well?" demanded Raph, crossing his arms over his broad chest. "You gonna tell us or what?" His eyes were on Leo rather than Donnie, because he already had an idea that they both knew something that he and Mikey didn't, but everyone turned to Leo when something like this came up.

Leo chewed on his lower lip for a second, conflicted as to whether he would come out with it or save Donnie's pride. They were brothers, family—he couldn't feel truthful keeping them in the dark. But he also recognized that it wasn't his place to say it. He instead turned to Donnie himself, looking for any sign of what they were gonna do. It was up to him, he concluded; if he wanted to stay quiet about it, he could. 

Mikey was confused. Raph was growing more impatient. Donnie felt pressured to blurt it out. And he did. 

Breaking, Donnie strung out, "I met someone online and we started talking and Leo found out and I didn't want you guys to know because it was stupid and...and...oh, just let me finish this now!"

Leo awkwardly stood back in silence while Raph looked at Mikey, then back at Donnie and him, and soon enough everyone was just staring at one another, all waiting for someone to say something, but no one did. Done, Donnie took his phone out and opened up the messages shared between him and her, holding it out for his brothers to see. 

Without warning Raph snatched the phone from his hand and started scrolling, Mikey peering around his shoulder and trying to push him out of the way to see. 

"You actually talked to a girl," Mikey awed. He was excited at first, but it faded when he thought about the fact that Donnie had kept a secret from them. They didn't keep secrets. 

"Yeah, one named [y/n], who lives in New York City," Raph emphasized, "and works at wherever this is…and...how did you even meet this girl, Don? Is that even a girl?" he questioned Donnie accusingly, waving the phone around as he spoke. He almost dropped it and Donnie quickly took it from him, telling him to be careful as he slipped it back into the strap on his bicep. 

Leo kept vigilant watch around them while the conversation played out, being the only one truly paying attention. His eye caught some erratic movement in a tucked-away alley down below them. 

"For the last time, yes! She is a girl! And I met her on a game," Donnie answered, throwing his hands down. 

"Save it for later, guys, we got company," Leo interjected. He pointed down at the alleyway adjacent to the building they were on and motioned for them to get moving, dropping down onto the fire escape of an apartment complex. 

Raph bumped Donnie in the arm purposefully as they approached the edge of the roof, "We ain't done yet," he said, dropping onto the fire escape. 

"Yeah, not done yet," Mikey added whimsically. 

Groaning under his breath, Donnie whipped out his staff, and leaped down. 

Mikey followed behind him, jumping the ledge and launching himself to the opposite balcony. They came upon the scene of a couple of men each carrying a sack out of a backdoor in a building, what was assumed to be the ringleader overseeing it from a car parked next to them. 

They turtles were silent, perfectly hidden and moved within the black of night as they descended. Raph pulled out his sai and was about to drop down on one of the unsuspecting men when Leo shoved him back. "Hold on," Leo told him. Begrudgingly, Raph stood down. Donnie peered around the corner from ground level while Mikey clinged to a wall in the shadows. Above, Leo and Raph took the high ground, watching them from a balcony nearby. 

"Hurry up and get this shit loaded into the car, I don't wanna get caught back here," a rough voice ordered from the vehicle. Donnie spotted another person in the passenger's seat. 

"We're goin' as fast as we can!" one of the men spat back. All were beefed up, tattooed, and based on the scars, no strangers to a fight. 

Raph looked at Leo with a smirk. Leo gave the signal and everyone closed in, red and blue dropping from the balcony onto the two completely unaware men, while Donnie and Mikey went to take care of those in the car. 

"What the fuck?!" a man shouted, stumbling back as the duo dropped heavily in front of them. He tossed the sack away and Raph saw he was going to pull out a gun, which Raph went for immediately with his sai. He charged into the man before he could even try to aim and stuck the arm holding the pistol with his three-pronged weapon, forcing his wrist down and the gun to fall out of his hand. Leo took the other and barely had to use any force in pinning the man against the wall with his blade and forearm, but had to duck out of the way when Mikey came through swinging his nunchucks at one of the men who had tried to flee the scene. 

"Watch where you're going with those things, Mikey!" Leo yelled, grunting as a crowbar collided with the side of his head. He spun around and threw his fist at whoever was behind him, an incapacitating blow to a human, but barely his full strength. 

Mikey easily caught his target and gave his legs a mighty sweep to sent him tumbling down. "You thought!" he bellowed with a laugh. "Can't outrun M.C. Mikey." 

Donnie caught the driver on the far end of the fight scurrying to pick up the sacks before making his getaway, and quickly he forcefully jabbed his staff into the solar plexus of the man, sending him onto his back. He was winded, coughing and struggling for air. 

"Donatello! You good over there?" Raph called out, delivering one final kick to the stomach of the man he was on. Donnie heard the skid of a shoe on the pavement behind him and didn't even have to look as he whirled around with a swing of his staff, hitting the man in the head with near-devastating force. It was a knockout blow—the guy dropped, and the fight was over as quickly as it had started. 

Donnie looked around and collapsed his staff, "All good," he answered curtly. 

All five of the men lay on the ground, a couple flat-out unconscious while the rest hissed and groaned in pain. While Donnie inspected the sacks strewn around, Raph chuffed and kicked the gun that had fallen away from the hand that was slowly reaching for it, looking down at the pathetic criminal as he instead stepped on his wrist. The burly man let out a whimper, like a baby, and Raph chuckled. 

"Just money," Donnie announced. All of them heard the sirens of police cars approaching. "Let's get out of here, guys." 

"Those morons weren't even a warm-up," Raph gloated, fist-bumping Mikey. Leo and Donnie were already scaling up to the roof. "Guess if I want to be bored outta my mind, I'll find these guys again." 

"Oh, we'll find 'em again," Mikey added, pulling himself up onto the fire escape. He glanced back and saw the red and blue flashing lights starting to round the corner. "But, uh, not before the cops do." 

The four made their way back up to the roof and left the area. They still had some time left on patrol, so for a minute, they lingered around, Raph keen to reignite their earlier conversation. Donnie already saw it coming and mentally prepared to answer all of the questions that were about to be thrown his way—which he was correct about, as Raph proceeded to open with, "So, what, you're keepin' secrets from us now? Anything else ya been doing behind all our backs?" 

"Cut it, Raph," Leo said, stepping between him and Donnie, "you know that's not it. Don?"

"We're your pals, man, you should have told us," frowned Mikey. 

"I just didn't want anyone to freak out," Donnie explained, "and I didn't know I was going to meet anyone I liked that much, I was only planning on playing the—" 

Both Raph and Mikey asked in unison, "'Like'?" 

He scrambled to fix his wording. He cursed his nervous chatter; he couldn't help himself, he was uncomfortable. Maybe even anxious, because he knew he was going to have to face reality and break it off with his new friend.

"No, not—not 'like'. Like, not like that. I mean in general, as a person," he stuttered, floundering with himself. 

Mikey knew he was lying. He knew it well. Though gullible at times, when it came to the heart, Mikey truly was the most in-tune out of the four. As for the other two, he couldn't say as to whether they saw the lie here, because sometimes, Donnie stuttered just because he was excited or frazzled. Other times, it was definitely because he was lying. The entire time he felt a little bad for his brother. He imagined himself in his shoes and it made him sad, thinking about having to let go of a friend right after having them in his life. 

Putting a hand on his shell, Mikey shook him a bit, "You like her, bro," he whispered. 

Donnie lightly pushed him away. "She's a friend," he clarified, eyeing Mikey. 

Raph was silent for a moment while he thought about everything. He wasn't mad about the fact that Donnie has found someone as much as he was that he never said anything, kept a secret from his brothers. The four of them had a rule that went without saying; they didn't keep secrets from one another. Not about anything major, at least—which this was. He didn't even contemplate on what he thought Donnie should do about it, just that he'd hidden something significant from all of them.  

"Still doesn't change the fact that you didn't seem like you were plannin' on coming clean with any of us," Raph huffed. "Not if he didn't catch ya." He pointed at Leo. 

Donnie suddenly felt his temper flare, and he bit back, "What about you, Raphael? You constantly hide your feelings! How is it not the same thing?" 

"Except for his anger, he's pretty upfront about that," Mikey quickly added in before sinking away from the two. Leo sighed and flicked his head. Donnie was right. Raph was a hypocrite and they were getting nowhere. 

"My feelings don't endanger people around me," growled Raph, stepping in toward Donnie. They met each other half-way as Donnie wasn't about to back down from his brother, who he was not scared of. "That is absolutely different from what you're doing!"

"Guys, we need to get going," Leo stated, seeing how the moon was far its descent. "Splinter's clear about when he wants us back." 

"I'm finishing this right now," Donnie said, pulling out his phone. He opened up the messages and began typing.

Hey. Sorry for the sudden message and I apologise, but I can't do this anymore

He hadn't noticed yet, but the last text he'd received was only twenty minutes prior, right before they dipped from the crime scene they'd just handled. It read: 

Damn, I hear all this racket outside my apartment and it's kind of making me nervous

Like guys yelling and stuff getting banged

Nvm someone called the cops, I guess it's good now 

Everyone was gathered around Donnie watching the screen as he typed. Raph and Leo both caught that last message. He pressed send and it was only then he saw it, too, and everyone slowly looked at each other in recognition. Everyone was thinking the same thing. 

"Awkward," Mikey drew out. 

All were at a loss for words. When a new message pinged, they all shoved at each other to get a good look. Raph accidentally stepped on someone's foot. "Ouch! Give me some space, guys," Donnie snapped. 

What? 

What's wrong? 

Donnie looked sadly at the screen. He started typing his response, something skin to "it's complicated" followed by an apology, but Mikey stopped him. "Dude, you can't tell her that, it's gonna hurt her feelings!" Mikey exclaimed, "this is totally unfair! To both of you."

"Look, I ain't tryna be petty, but last time I checked, the rest of us aren't allowed to have human friends," grumbled Raph.

A new message popped up and it read:

Well...I won't question your decision. Bye Bo, I guess

Sighing, Donnie turned off his phone and put it away. He turned to everyone. "Happy?"

"Of course not, bro," Mikey responded. He looked around, as if expecting agreement. There was none; Raph stood away and Leo was watching Donnie's face go from annoyed to dejected. "Guys?"

Leo patted Donnie on the shoulder. "You did the right thing," he said. Donnie didn't say anything. "Alright, let's get going."

Chapter 3, part 2

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Warm and Fuzzy

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x reader

warnings: one swear word, kuroo calls the reader ‘pretty’ however no gender pronouns are used, mini make out

genre: fluff, a hint of angst, childhood friends to lovers, ‘boy next door’

word count: 1.4k words

a/n: for lovely @missmorosis event! i did the prompt “BRR-lin” :)) if you haven’t participated, i definitely would before it closes! also go follow morosis, she deserves all the love😚 anyway, enjoy xx

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It was a cool autumn night. The wind crashed against your window, making a small whistling sound as it came in from the cracks. The lights in your room were dim. Their golden-yellow tone shone above you, though you paid little attention to what was going on inside your room. You were much more interested in what was happening outside.

You remember the day he first moved in. You were about seven, same age as him. While the adults helped get things moved in, you got to know your new neighbor. He was friendly from the start, just excited to have someone his age so close by. Your houses sat right next to each other, making it easy to hang out with him as you pleased. As kids, you were best friends. The boy next door seemed to have settled nicely in your heart, to the point of no return. You were fine with that.

Unfortunately, when high school rolled around, the two of you drifted slowly apart. Why? You weren’t sure. High school was a strange new world. Maybe you and him were better off as acquaintances. No, you knew that you missed him. You missed him all three years. It was as if the boy next door was now simply just the boy next door.

Now, you looked out your window, peeking down at him. He sat in just a simple lawn chair, staring up at the night sky. You couldn't remember the last time the two of you had spoken. You saw him almost everyday and every night, but always from a distance.

You sighed, resting your head in the palm of your hand. You watched as he got up from his chair, turning his head. Your heart stopped.

He waved at you, smiling. He walked over to your lawn, now standing below your window. You nervously scrambled to open your window.

“Hey Y/N!”

“Kuroo, h-hi…”

Kuroo rubbed the back of his head, keeping one hand in his pocket.

“It’s been a while hasn’t it?”

“Uh yeah it has…”

“I’m just chilling out here by myself. Would you like to join me? We should catch up,” he smiled. Your face grew warm.

“Y-Yeah I’ll meet you down in a second.”

You closed your window and scanned your room for some shoes. Your hands were a bit shaky as you tied them. After years of quiet glances and soft acknowledgement, he decides now to talk to you? In the middle of the night no less. Regardless, a part of you was glad. Better late than never.

You rushed out your backdoor and walked over to Kuroo’s yard. He was seated back down on his lawn chair. You let yourself in through the gate.

“Hey you,” he smiled. You took a seat across from him. Between the two of you was an unlit fire pit.

“Hey Kuroo, h-how are you?” you asked quietly. Kuroo picked up his chair and moved it next to you. Your cheeks grew hot once again.

“Sorry I could barely hear you,” he explained. You rubbed your arms, feeling the effects of the cold breeze. Kuroo chuckled.

“Forget your jacket?”

“Uh yeah, I didn’t think it would be this chilly out.”

“Here, this will do the trick.”

Kuroo got up from his seat and walked over to the pile of chopped wood below his balcony. He picked up a couple logs and set them in the fire pit. He doused them in lighter fluid and lit a match before dropping it in. The fire roared, instantly warming you up. Kuroo sat back down, scooching his chair a little closer to you.

“There, that should warm you right up,” he smiled. You could see his face so clearly now. The light from the fire illuminated all his features. He was so handsome. His dark hair was the same color as the night sky, his eyes capturing the sparks before you. Your heart beated a little faster.

“What did you ask me earlier Y/N?”

“Oh, um, how are you?”

“I’ve been good! Third year finally, crazy right?”

“I know right. Before you know it, we’ll be at university. Seems like only yesterday we were playing in this back yard,” you said. You looked at Kuroo, chuckling nervously.

“Sorry I don’t know why I said that-”

“I remember the first time you fell off the tire swing back here. I carried you to these very chairs and bandaged up your knee. You never liked that tire swing anyway, always said it made you dizzy. But you’d still let me push you on it,” he said softly. Your eyes widened.

“You remember that?”

“Yeah, lots of memories back here. My parents wanted to throw out that old tire swing but I asked them not to…” he whispered, “sorry I don’t know why I said that...”

“Did I do something wrong?” you blurted out. Kuroo looked at you with widened eyes.

“What?”

“I mean, when high school started, we stopped talking. I only ever saw you from my window, and even then this is the first time you’ve ever spoken to me. Did I do something?” you asked. Kuroo huffed.

“Shit I’m sorry Y/N, I just sort of thought that…” Kuroo’s voice trailed off as he looked at the burning wood before you both. You placed your hand on his shoulder. He looked back at you.

“You thought what?”

“I just thought that maybe you were better off without me. I didn’t want to hold you back from anything high school had to offer you, so I took a step back. I really wish I didn’t though...I miss my best friend.” he admitted. Your heart dropped to the ground.

“Tetsu, I know for a fact that high school will be much better with you by my side. I miss my best friend too.”

Kuroo smiled softly at you. You smiled too, shivering a little bit.

“Still cold?” he teased. You nodded. Kuroo took off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. That warm and fuzzy feeling came back. He then put his arm around you.

“I should’ve known you’d be cold. When we’d play in the snow when we were little you’d always have twenty layers on. You could barely move,” he laughed.

“Well I was never the one to get frostbite though, now was I?”

“Fair point.”

Kuroo rubbed his hand up and down your arm. Before you knew it, your head rested comfortably on his shoulder. Kuroo’s face now blushed.

“You’re pretty,” he whispered. You flinched, looking up at him. He chuckled nervously.

“Well you’ve always been pretty is just now you-uh- are like SUPER pretty-shit- I’m gonna stop now…”

You laughed, giving him a small nudge.

“Thanks Tetsu.”

You kept your eyes glued to him. Kuroo smiled nervously at you. He took his hand and placed it on your cheek.

“Your face is hot,” he whispered. You placed your hand on his cheek.

“So is yours…”

“Must be from the fire,”he replied quietly.

“Right…”

You both knew that it wasn’t. That burning sensation was caused by him. The way he looked at you. The way you looked at him. You both burned with the desire to get a little closer.

“Y/N?”

“Yes?”

“The real reason why I pushed you away was because I… I had fallen for my best friend and I didn't know what else to do,” he admitted. Your eyes widened. You took a deep breath, trying to hold back a smile.

“I fell for mine too…”

Kuroo moved his hand under your chin. He slowly tilted your head to look at him. The fire in each of your eyes couldn’t be contained.

“I think I know what to do now.”

Kuroo slowly leaned in, his pillow soft lips now against yours. You cupped his warm face in between your hands, pulling him as close to you as possible. He kissed you as if his life depended on it, making your heart melt with every move. The warm and fuzzy feeling only grew as he kissed you like never before.

Kuroo smiled at you, his cheeks all rosy. You ruffled his hair.

“I think that definitely warmed me up,” you smiled. Kuroo chuckled.

“Hmm I don’t know, you still look a little cold to me. I guess we are gonna have to do it again.”

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[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

Could I please request prompt #8 with David? 💕💕

I went with a female reader - if you want it changed, please let me know! I hope you like it!💕

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You never knew how glad you could be to meet someone, until that someone was there when you needed him.

You had met David when he wandered into the bookstore one night. You'd been working there since forever, only tonight was your first nightshift. He had come in, looking different than your usual customer. He had been interesting. You couldn't help but look at him as he looked through the collections, picking up some old leather bound books, before putting them back down again.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" You smiled at him, as he had picked up a copy of Wuthering Heights.

"I'm just looking," his voice had sounded cold, but it changed when he looked at you. "Thanks."

He gave you something that could only be described as a 'warm smirk '. You had smiled back, going back to the counter, finishing the list of new orders. It wasn't much later when he came to the counter, a copy of Jane Eyre in his hands.

"Is it a gift?" You asked him, as you scanned the item, telling him the cost.

"Not really. Just a thing to give to my-" he seemed to think about the wording, "-my sister."

"Well, in that case," you smiled as you gave him the receipt, "the least I can do is wrap it."

"If you insist," he'd chuckled, "Only if I can get your name in return."

You nodded, introducing yourself to him as he did the same. You'd wrapped the book, handing it to him. "Have a nice night," you smiled as he left the store.

In the days that followed he'd show up more, even offering to help you with unpacking the new books. You found you liked his company, and you would often wait in excitement for his nightly visits. It didn't take long before you became close friends.

It was one late, winter night when it happened. You were closing up the store, having locked the front door already. You'd closed the blinds, making your way to the back where you would put out the lights. The only thing you'd left to do was exit through the backdoor and lock that door as well.

You'd just turned around, having locked the door, when you came eye to eye with a nasty looking guy. It all happened so fast, his blade entering your stomach, him grabbing your back, pulling the blade out. You remembered trying to grab your back, but a sudden white hot pain in your wrist prevented you from holding on. All you remembered was the guy laughing and leaving.

You had barely any time to comprehend what was happening, only feeling confused when you fell to the ground. You knew you were bleeding, rapidly. You were so tired both your stomach and your head aching badly. Your wrist felt as if it was burning. A quiet whimper escaped you, the cold ground touching your bare legs. Your dress was ripped, part of your stomach exposed.

It was unusually cold for this time a year in California, and you were shivering as you laid there. You didn't notice time passing, all you knew was that you were getting tired.

"Y/N?"

You recognised this voice, faintly.

"D-david?"

"You must be freezing," he quickly draped his coat around you, covering your bare legs, the warmth making you a little more comfortable.

" 'm hurt."

"I know kitten," he sighed, pain written on his face. "I'm going to lift you up, alright?"

You nodded quietly, feeling your eyes fall close again. He had lifted you up, your head now leaning on his shoulder.

"No, no -" David shook you gently.

"Tired..."

"I know baby," he knew how exhausting pain could be, "Just try to stay awake a little longer."

"Hurts," you whimpered, tears welling up in your eyes, "Sleep... Please.."

Your eyes began to close again, causing David to sigh. "Stay awake sweetheart, talk to me."

"Why?"

"I need to get you to a doctor. They'll make sure you'll be fine."

"You saved me," you mumbled quietly, trying to stay awake. David nodded, not leaving your side once as the doctors treated you. Afterwards he took you to the cave, laying down on the mattress, you laying beside him.

"I'd do it again," David told you softly, "Now try and get some sleep, kitten."

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[burtlederp]

Writing Blurb 6.b

My, uploading two days in a row?? Impossible! Or maybe not. This is a continuation from this blurb, links to all parts can be found here. Introducing two new characters, Cindy and Samson! Samson is actually someone I’m reusing from a past blurb.

TW: Blood, noncon nudity, but nothing sexual, panic attack

Humidity was around 90%, unusual for the area, and there was a 75% chance of rain for this afternoon. Well, in Samson's opinion, there was no chance about it, it was definite: the clouds lay thickly over the sky, churned like a thick wool sweater, dark with rain. 

It did not deter him, though. Walking stick in hand, he was determined to find at least a few mushroom morsels to take home. It didn't take long for his well-worn hiking boots to darken with dew, every step kicking through wet grass, wet leaves, or wet streams. His footing was sure, not the slightest wobble, even when a rock underfoot gave way. He had spent too many hours out here, knew this earth too well to fall prey to her mischievous tricks. 

Cindy had chosen not to accompany him today. They had let the house get too messy, she had announced this morning, and was determined to get it spotless before the first snow. 

By the time frost starts forming on the windows, there won't be a surface in this house that's not clean enough to eat off of! She had declared. The memory made Samson smile. Odessa would have loved her. 

He hadn't packed a lunch with him today, just a wrapped homemade nut bar enfolded in wax paper, stuffed in a side pocket of his small backpack. He didn't plan on going too far, not today, not when the weather was so clearly planning something. And yet, as noon rolled around and he stood on the peak of one of the smaller mountains, able to see his warm cabin in the distance, he didn't turn. He looked off in the opposite direction, towards the great Timpanogas, something egging him on with soundless whispers. Keep going, their message was, in all languages but words. Cindy had told him to not take too long, wanting him home to help with cleaning. But the spirit pushed him. He looked up to the heavens.

"Well, God," He murmured. "Alright. But you'll have some explaining to do to Cindy." Samson stepped forward, descending slowly the peak. Even despite the threatening rain, it was a beautiful day. Birds were singing, not yet flown for the winter. The colors of the trees were vibrant and beautiful, the aspens' quaking leaves glittering in so many shades of gold that it would make a rich man greedy. The air was cool, but not unpleasantly so, especially if one was moving. A perfect day for hiking. 

Samson, at first, made his way down the hill leisurely, enjoying the loud silence of the forest, when he could have sworn he felt hands on his shoulders, shoving him when he paused in a clearing. He stumbled forward, grunting, and turned. But no one was there. 

Faster. The spirit whispered. Samson hesitated. Go! And he went. He knew better by now than to not heed God's commands expediently, and so, not knowing what exactly awaited him in either direction, behind or ahead, he moved forward quickly. Even rushed, his footsteps were solid, unwavering, mind whirling with thoughts. What was waiting for him? Did he unknowingly wander too close to an unseen predator? Did a rockslide hang over his head from the peak above, ready to crush him? Or was there something in need of help in front of him? He assumed the prior options, well-aware how far from any public trails he was. 

The incline bottomed out in a small valley, cut straight through with a muddy stream. It's trickle was slightly swollen from last night's rain, but still aptly described as a trickle. Across it and above Samson, the earth rose much more steeply for about forty feet, before it became sheer rock cliffs. 

The spirit nudged him east, to his left, and he followed, walking along the creek. He knew in his gut that he was getting close to whatever it was, which meant that he hadn't been escaping something. Worry fluttered in his chest as he walked, choosing not to dwell on what-ifs, waiting on the what-is. 

He came to a spot where the stream widened a bit, becoming a large, glorified mudhole, and paused. He stared at the mud on the opposite bank. There was a shape there, and at first, his eye couldn't parse it, the form covered in mud. It was an animal, he could tell, but what animal, he couldn't…

The figure breathed, and Samson gasped, able to see it now. A man lay in the mud, practically engulfed in it, mouth barely above the surface of it. Those spots that Samson had at first believed to be red clay were in fact blood, he realized, as he dropped his walking stick, kneeling by the man in an instant. He didn't care about the cold mud, he cared about the man. Samson tenderly wiped mud off the man's face, patting his cheek, but he received no response. 

"Sir? Sir, hello," He spoke, but still nothing. The man was pale, deathly so, and cold to the touch, but he had a pulse, and he had breath, though it was ragged and without steady pattern. Samson could tell, just by looking, that the man had many broken bones, too many cuts, few places but his cheeks that weren't mottled with bruises. He lay on his left side, and his right arm, folded almost protectively against his chest, was swollen, and turning quickly from a green-red to a brown-black that almost matched the mud covering it. Death was close by. 

Samson didn't waste time, carefully worming his hands underneath the man and lifting him. Grunting with exertion, he pulled the man onto his shoulder, giving himself one free hand with which to pick up his walking stick. Samson paused, orienting himself, finding the quickest route back to the cabin in his head before he quickly set off, walking even faster now. He did not speak to the man, focusing on moving as quickly as he could. 

And quickly he did go. He traversed the landscape with ease, not stopping to dally on anything, focused on getting the poor man help as soon as possible. 

The rain had begun by the time he arrived home, the lights of the warm cabin bathing the lawn in gold. He stepped up to the back deck and quickly through the backdoor, not pausing for a second. 

"Samson, it's about ti--!" Cindy's voice cut off as she caught sight of the figure on Samson's shoulder. She was standing at the kitchen sink, rubber yellow gloves stretching up to her elbow, sink full of bubbles, her mouth agape and eyes wide. He glanced at her briefly before heading quickly to the bathroom. 

"Bring--" He started to say over his shoulder.

"I'll get it." She finished, reading his thoughts as she pulled off the gloves. 

Samson shifted the man off his shoulder and into his arms as he moved into the bathroom, turning on the light with his elbow. He set him in the bathtub, quickly turning on the water and pulling down the shower nozzle. He waited until the water warmed to redirect it. By the time he was just starting to spray down the man's clothes, starting at his legs, Cindy was entering, a large bag in hand. 

"Oh, what a poor dear," She said softly as she crouched beside Samson, running a hand through the unconscious man's muddy hair. She rinsed her fingers under the water of the showerhead. "Come on, he's ice cold, let's get him out of these clothes, first." It wasn't long before the man's clothes sat in a muddy heap beside the toilet, and the couple was able to see the real state of his body. 

"Broken shin, wrist, at least a few ribs, nose, definitely a concussion," Cindy judged, folding her stethoscope she had taken from her bag and setting it aside as Samson ran the warm water over the man's face, careful to not let him breathe any in. "Not to mention, well." She gestured towards the man's swollen, discolored, foul-smelling right arm. 

"Should we take him to the hospital?" Samson asked, trying to wash as much mud as he could out of the man’s hair. 

"Yes, but not tonight. The storm is bound to get worse, and he'll be better off here for now. A trip in the car could just make things worse." She replied, pulling out a scalpel and a small phial of what looked to be dried mealworms. "I'll get these started now, since I'd guess his arm is the thing killing him the fastest," She leaned over the tub's side, taking the man's arm, and looking at it more closely. Air hissed through her teeth as she looked it over. "Poor. Poor condition. Hopefully I can save it. Hand me the soap, love?" Samson obliged.

Cindy was gentle, lathering the pus-filled wound with soap, rinsing it, and then pouring a generous heap of alcohol over the site, as well as the scalpel. As soon as she broke the hard, crusted skin with the blade, though, the man jerked unexpectedly, causing a much larger cut than Cindy had intended to make stretch down his forearm. He gasped, leaning forward suddenly, eyes opening wide and looking around wildly, left hand gripping the tub. He spoke, kicking off the slippery tub bottom, trying to press himself tighter into the corner of the tub as he stared at them fearfully. Whatever he said, though, it was completely incoherent. 

"Shh, shh, be still, be still," Cindy cooed, quickly setting the scalpel down, out of view. But the man wouldn't, his dirty nails digging into the tub. He whimpered, shaking, trying to melt into the wall behind him. 

"D-don--no, pl-ple-please, please, n-no, nnn, hrrr…!" He spoke fast, eyes glazed, unable to think. Cindy's heart ached for him, and she reached for his hand, to take it and hold it. 

"D-don't touch me!" The man spat unexpectedly, with surprising vitriol. His left hard darted forward towards Cindy's face. Samson was faster, his own hand grabbing the man's wrist before he could even get close to Cindy. At the same time, the poor creature tried to support himself with his right hand. Instantly, he fell, sliding deeper into the tub with a choked cry. He curled up, pulling his left hand back weakly, holding it over his head, shaking, crying, speaking nothing they could understand. His bleeding, oozing right arm was tucked against his chest, still stiff and unmoving from the elbow down. Samson and Cindy glanced at each other worriedly.

“We’re just trying to help you, dear,” Cindy said softly, leaning over the tub, looking down at him. A dazed green eye looked back up at her, not trusting, not comprehending.

“Will you let us help you?” Samson asked, his deep voice a low rumble to the man’s ears. The man made no movement to imply he had understood, or even heard them. 

“Don’t touch me,” The man croaked, flinching, as Cindy moved ever so slightly. “P-please, please,” He breathed. Cindy laid a hand on Samson’s back, and he looked at her. Meeting her eyes, he knew what she was asking without her speaking. He swallowed. 

“I’d really rather not.” He admitted hesitantly.

“He needs help, and if he won’t even let us get close, I can’t do anything.” She pointed out. “Please, Sam.” She pleaded. Samson searched those blue eyes of hers, and sighed.

“Fine. Man, be still.” The last two words were spoken different from others. They were a command, and the man lying in the tub suddenly stiffened. Cindy pulled a syringe from the bag, flicking the side of it. The man’s breathing escalated, tears rolling down his cheeks, moaning fearfully as he watched her lower it. He couldn’t move, and he didn’t know why, and it made his heart race. He couldn’t feel air enter his lungs, he could hear his blood, his sick blood roaring in his ears. He could feel fingers grip his left arm, moving it when he couldn’t. He squeezed his eyes shut, pained, forced, closed-mouth screams sounding from his throat as the needle pricked the inside of his elbow. This was hell. It was hell. He was trapped, unable to move, strangers touching him, his body bare, no protection, too weak to fight much even if he could command his limbs. He felt sick, like he wanted to vomit, to scream properly, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t. He was trapped. Trapped, no way out, no way out, darkness rimming his vision, no air, no breath, sick blood, metallic taste. Something heavy, something thick, in his sick, sick blood, crawling through his body, choking his brain. He couldn’t think, couldn’t think, couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t couldn’t couldn’t. His limbs, even if he couldn’t move them, felt heavy, like lead, not moving, no strength, no strength to fight. No fight. Sleep. Sleep pulling at him. Now? Why? No, no, no, not sleep, not now, but no fight. No fight to not sleep. Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.

Cindy and Samson watched, feeling ill, as the man tried to fight Samson’s magic, panicking, his fast, shallow, wheezed breaths picking up and slowly, worryingly slowly, calming gradually. His eyelids fluttered, still fighting it for a second longer, before closing, the sedative finally taking effect entirely. 

“Thank you, Sam.” Cindy breathed, her voice a whisper in the stunned silence left. He nodded, swallowing. They studied the poor, dirty, bloody creature that lay in their bathroom for a moment longer. Cindy shook herself. “Well, let’s save him, then, after all that.” The witch cleric reached back for the scalpel, and Samson smiled, watching her, admiring her.

#writing #writing blurb #my writing #burtlederp writes #writing blurb 6.b #writing blurb 6b #elias #samson #cindy #whump #whump community #tw: panic attack #tw: blood #tw: infected wound #tw: nudity #hopefully i can make samson and cindy into compelling characters #well samson is #i literally just came up with cindy tho #lol we'll see how this goes #odessa is samson's late wife #in case anyone is wondering #tw: religion #tw: religious themes #tw: religious content

[iamknicole]

Home Alone

Family Ties

Haleigh walked out of the bathroom in black shorts and one of Ardian's shirts after a shower. She smiled seeing Carlito where she'd left him-- on their bed with her phone on Facetime with Ardian.

"Oooh, Mommy wear your shirt, Daddy," Carlito giggled.

Haleigh sucked her teeth, laughing at him as she brushed her wet hair up into a ponytail. "Bug! You supposed to keep a secret."

Carlito shook his head. "You tell Mama me pee myself, it was a secret."

Ardian listened to them go back and forth, just smiling. He was away doing press for the New Edition Story for the next couple of days, he didn't want to leave then but he didn't have a choice.

"Look here, lil tattle tell. It's time for bed so tell Daddy you love him." Haleigh climbed into the bed next to Carlito. She pulled him close to her and took the phone.

"Ooh me sing my song for Daddy?" Carlito asked stalling.

His parents laughed at him, Haleigh stopped him before he could start.

"No, sir. Your daddy heard that song three times already today. Save some for when he comes home. Say love you and blow Daddy kisses."

"Papa take me to get seafood, Daddy. The shrimp had eyes," he squealed.

Ardian laughed, "I know, Lil Man. Remember you told Daddy about it yesterday?"

"Oh," he paused tapping his chin, "Simba took me to the park taday. We slided."

Haleigh rolled her eyes laughing and got his attention. "How about this? If you don't go to bed, you don't get to have chocolate pancakes tomorrow and Mommy is gonna give you oatmeal instead."

"Nooooo," he giggled covering his face. "Me go night, night, Daddy. Lub you."

"Love you too, Lil Man," Ardian said then blew kisses back to his son. "I love you too, Pig Tails."

"We'll call you in the morning on our way to see Nonna and Nonno." She told him using her free hand to rub Carlito's back.

"Um, yeah. If I don't answer, I'll call yall right back. We got an interview early tomorrow and I'm not sure when it'll be over."

"Alright, Ardi. See you later. Tell Daddy see you later, Bug," She said turning the phone slightly. Carlito mumbled incoherently as he drifted off to sleep.

After hanging up, Haleigh laid beside Carlito a little longer to make sure he was sleep before going downstairs. She wanted to clean up the toys, he had taken out when Simba came over. Carlito had to show off all the toys Ardian had gotten him since coming home.

Deciding against turning on any music, that would definitely wake Carlito, Haleigh hummed to herself as she cleaned. Once the toys were put away, Haleigh started to straighten Ardian's games that Carlito had gotten into. In the midst of cleaning, Haleigh heard noises coming from their back sliding door. She wished she had the dogs but they were with Rezar so he could take them to their appointments.

Her first thought was Carlito. She had to get upstairs to him. She jogged through the hallways towards the staircase but she locked eyes with the two people at her backdoor. It was then that she remembered Carlito had opened the blinds earlier that day so he could see out. The man trying to open the door smiled creepily at her and she took off upstairs.

By the time she got to the second floor she heard glass shatter making her move faster. Haleigh locked the bedroom door behind her, scooped Carlito up in her arms, grabbed her phone and went into the closet. Thankfully Ardian had put a lock on it. She laid Carlito in a corner out of the east and covered, glad that gee was still sleeping.

"She's a lot cuter in person."

"I don't care of she's cute or not, she's gettin done."

Haleigh was trying not to panic as her encounter with Todd replayed in her head. The doorknob started to jiggle and she panicked. After putting her phone near Carlito's hand she ran to another part of the closet just as the door popped open.

"Where you at, girl? We just wanna talk to you a friend of ours."

Haleigh watched then with get hand to her mouth until she dare them going towards where Carlito was sleeping. She grabbed one of Ardian's watches at them, hitting the bigger one in the head. He yelped and turned to glare at her.

"You raggedy bitch. Get her, Carlos!"

Haleigh tried to run from the closet but Carlos grabbed her. She wasn't trying to leave Carlito, she just didn't want them near him. He drug her by her hair out of the closet with his partner right behind them.

"Let me go! Let go!" She fussed trying to pull away from his hold.

The other man attempted to grab her legs at she kicked wildly at him. She landed once kick to his nose, slowing him down for the moment. Carlos dropped her and she took her chance to run only to be caught just as she got to the stairs being pulled back by her shirt.

"Got dammit, I think this bitch broke my fuckin nose!"

"How the hell you let this little ass girl punk yo ass like that? Laura ain't send us here to play."

The other man laughed a bit, "Yeah she sent us to take something from you since you took her son."

Carlos laughed with him letting Haleigh hit the floor. "Now are you gon let it go willingly or you gon make us take it?"

The two of them attempted to hold her down and take her clothes off but she was fighting much more than they hoped. From the corner of her eye, Haleigh saw Carlito standing near them with the phone in his hand. She couldn't let them do anything in front of her baby

Haleigh kicked at the other man in his nose again making more blood gush out of it and then in his temple. He fell back holding hits nose them passed out. Carlos fought back more than his partner, he got on top of Haleigh trying to hold her down, Carlito started to cry.

"Get off me mommy! Stop that!" He yelled holding the phone tight to his chest.

Haleigh was able to roll onto her side and kicked Carlos down the stairs. She sat quickly and beckoned for Carlito to come to her.

"Come on, Bug. We gotta hurry, just step around him," she encouraged as quickly and nicely as she could.

"Him get me, Mommy."

" I promise he won't, baby but we have to go now. Come on, please, big boy."

Carlito thought for a second then quickly ran pass the man unconscious on their floor. Haleigh picked him up and ran down the stairs as fast as she could. She side stepped Carlos, who laid at the bottom of the staircase morning and groaning.

Grabbing the keys to her jeep, Haleigh ran out if their house to the front seat. She got in, locked the door then pushed Carlito to the back. Her hand shook as she tried to start the car.

"Get in your seat and buckle up, Bug."

"Me can't do it. Me need help," he cried struggling to hold the phone and the seat belt.

Haleigh looked up, finding Carlos in front of the SUV holding his back. She quickly started the engine and pulled out of their driveway, speeding down the street of the neighborhood.

"Mommy, slow down. Me can't not do it."

Haleigh glanced at him briefly trying to figure out how to help him without stopping.

"Aren't you a strong like Daddy, Bug?"

"Mmhm, yes ma'am."

"Well then baby you can do it. Daddy does it. Just please do it so you dont get hurt cause Mommy can't stop right now." She explained constantly looking in her rearview. She didn't see anyone following her but she wasn't taking any chances.

Finally there was a click.

"Me do it, Mommy!"

"Good job," she praised through her tears. "Mommy is so proud of you. Wanna go for a drive, Lito?"

"Yes ma'am. Where we go?" He asked still cradling the phone.

"How about we go to grandpa's farm," she said referring to Kandice's parents.

"Otay, Mommy. Me sleep?" He asked yawning.

"Yeah, just give Mommy her phone. I'll wake you when we get there."

Haleigh grabbed the phone from her son, trying to look at it and drive. She wanted to get it as far away from the city as she could. When she unlocked her phone she found that Carlito had called Ardian, leaving most of what happened on his voicemail. She would call him after she let her grandparents know she was coming.

No shoes, no purse, just pajamas and her son. But as long as she had Carlito, she had one of the two most important things to her.

#family ties #ardian & haleigh #Carlito & Haleigh #Carlito

[fitmydaydream]

Vulnerable - Part 1

Part 1 / Part 2

Prompt: It was one fine day until Y/N accidentally hears Shawn mention her name in a conversation that she wasn’t supposed to hear.

Word Count: 3k

A/N: ANGST ANGST ANGST! This imagine is based on some prompts an anon sent me and I got deep into that concept so I decided to write a whole story about it. Thank you @anon. I hope you guys like it. Happy reading angels!

You knew this day was going to end on a great note or you atleast hoped it would. You'd enjoyed yourself today quite well and have had some sweet conversations with Shawn's family members and his friends and they all happened to like you quite better than you expected which meant you didn't have to loathe yourself at the end of the day.

The sun was almost ready to set down and it was time to bid goodbye to all.

You thanked Shawn's parents to invite you for such a great get together and let them know that you probably had one of the best brunches today.

Shawn's parents were really fond of you. They said that you were the girlfriend that he never had and had been always so welcoming towards you with open arms. Unlike anyone else, they were the only ones who knew about you and Shawn being in a relationship.

You hugged them and shortly after having a quick conversation with them, your eyes began to scan the crowd for Shawn. He was nowhere to be seen. So you decided to approach Aaliyah about his whereabouts right now.

"Hey Aaliyah have you seen Shawn? I think it's time for us to leave now and I cannot find him anywhere." you asked her.

"Oh yeah. I saw him in the backyard just a few moments ago. You can check him there if you want!" Aaliyah replied.

You thanked her and walked towards the backyard in order to get Shawn. Slowly, as you approached the backyard you started to hear whispers. You got confused from the fact as why Shawn has to whisper in his own house. You smiled to yourself as how silly he can be sometimes.

But as you got to the door that lead to the backyard. You stopped in your tracks. You didn't want to go further. You didn't want to eavesdrop but couldn't help when there was a mention about your name. You carefully hid yourself behind the door and tried listening to the ongoing conversation between Shawn and whom you assumed to be a bunch of other people, most probably his cousins.

"Like I can't even tell you man what's it all like. She's always wants to know where I am and what I'm doing like she's not my mother you know. Even mum doesn't do that anymore ahh!" Shawn whispered to the others. You still weren't able to make out what this was exactly about.

"Like she wants to know everything I do. Every place I go, I should go after informing her otherwise she would throw a fit. Constantly nagging and craving for attention." Shawn said. Your face fell at those words.

"Always so clingy man! I don't know what to do."

"Why don't you tell her? Maybe she'll get what you're trying to say? She's your girlfriend after all buddy." someone amongst the group spoke.

"Hell nah. I don't think that's a good idea because who knows what fit she'll throw next after hearing that." Shawn said slightly laughing.

Hurt and embarrassed would be the most appropriate words to describe what you were feeling right then.

Yes you were clingy but only because you weren't allowed to be with Shawn when you both were under the prying eyes. And for the fact, Shawn was always under the prying eyes and the camera flashes. Nobody except his parents was allowed to know about you two.

It has been 1 whole year into your relationship with Shawn and there he was still all secretive about his relationship with you to the public and most importantly, his friends.

The first 6-7 months you didn't care about this fact at all because you were trying to adjust to his lifestyle then. But it was after those 7 months when Shawn finally claimed the love he held for you that you started to feel a bit insecure about yourself but you brushed the feeling off for the sake that one day maybe he'll make it official to all his friends and his fans. But that hadn't happened till date.

You never complained about the feeling of sheer lonliness in such a big house. The homesickness you felt sometimes just for the sake that Shawn might be needing you instead and you didn't want to be a burden on him. You never compained about Shawn's lack of presence in his own house.

You never complained about the moments when he would avoid you in front of his friends and certain parties giving the lame excuse that he didn't want people to know about you both. He would exist like you weren't even there. You never complained about not holding his hand in public out of love just because the paparazzi could catch you and flash them as headlines on the front page. You never came between him and his music because you respected his passion so much.

And now he had the audacity to go and call you clingy and that too in front of his family members. You thought to yourself that this couldn't get any worse. A tear slipped from your eye and you quickly wiped it with your hand. You were heartbroken.

You started walking away thinking that you were gonna think about this once you get home and that this was not an appropriate place to confront Shawn about this.

You were too upset so you decided to slip through the backdoor and texted Shawn you were waiting by the car. You stood there by the car thinking about ways to confront him about this. Or were you actually really that clingy?

After about you saw Shawn walk out through the door of his house, waving goodbye to his parents and Aaliyah. He walked upto you smiling as if he'd just not told his fellows about his girlfriend being clingy.

Usually you would wait for Shawn to open the door for you but you were too pissed to let him do that so you climbed in the passenger seat and closed the door. Shawn got confused but somehow decided to let it go.

He sat himself in the driver seat and looked at you. You were looking outside the window trying your best to avoid him.

"Did you have a good time today babe?" Shawn asked you gently reaching for your hand.

"Yeah." you replied bluntly, quick to withdraw your hand from his.

"Baby are you okay? I mean is everything okay?" Shawn asked you concerning.

"Yeah. Can we please just go home. I'm too sleepy." you replied him quickly shifting your eyes away in the other direction.

Shawn wasn't convinced with your reply but decided to ask you again about this once you both got home.

The ride to home was short but an awkward one. Shawn tried to initiate several conversations between you two but they were shortly ended by you just humming or nodding in reply to whatever he was telling you. Shawn got an idea from that there was surely something up with you .

Once Shawn parked the car in your driveway, you opened the door and rushed towards yours and Shawn's so called home in order to go to your bedroom. The whole ride you've been thinking about the words that came out of his mouth and was trying so hard not to cry. It was getting too much for you now.

Shawn saw you rushing towards the house and was quick to follow you.

“Y/N! Why are you walking so fast? Y/N! Slow down!" Shawn yelled after you.

All his calls went unheard by you. You were like a bubble that was going to burst anytime now and you didn't want to talk to him right now and make it worse. But there was no escaping from him right now.

Suddenly you felt a strong grip around your right hand and Shawn turned you around to face him.

“What the hell Y/N? What is wrong with you?” Shawn asked you clearly pissed off.

You rolled your eyes at him out of annoyance. Annoyed by the fact that how cool and innocent he was acting as he just didn't do anything. You were so pissed off at him that even when he turned you around to face you, you didn't care to look at his face at all.

"What's with me?" you asked him plainly while looking at the wall behind him.

"Duh?? What's with you being all sappy all of a sudden? I think the lunch went quite well and you enjoyed it too. So what's wrong with you?" he asked you, his grip getting more firm around your arms. You took a deep breath and let it out. But it didn't help with the anger.

"Why don't you tell me that Shawn? Everything is so perfect and easy for you that you also assume other's to be like that right?" you hissed while pushing his hands off from you.

"What? What's wrong with me?" Shawn asked you completely unaware of what you were trying to say.

"Oh well nice. What a pretty drama queen you are. Play it all innocent and I'll let it go and run into your arms just like all those previous times. But not this time Shawn!" you spat.

Shawn began to get nervous. He didn't want to believe that you'd just heard the conversation he was having with his cousins. This could turn pretty bad he thought to himself. But he still tried to play it innocent and act cool.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Don't play it cool because I know what you said about me Shawn. It's too late to back out!" you said raising your voice a little.

"You fucking eavesdropped? Are you crazy how can you do that Y/N?" Shawn said with a raised voice.

"How pathetic of you that you care about that but don't fucking care about what you said about me in front of your cousins? I seriously wanna applaud you for that." you said laughing sarcastically.

"Well I don't think I said anything wrong. Did I?" Shawn said bluntly.

“Wh-What? Oh my god I can't believe you Shawn. How could you fucking say that Shawn. If you'd a problem with me, you fucking talk to me Shawn and not to your cousins about it while mocking about it!” you raised your voice a little more this time. You were shocked and it was getting hard for you to not to cry.

"Well what could I've said to you Y/N? You're so bloody uptight about all the things always that I can't even talk to you." Shawn retaliated.

"Oh that's so great to hear that I'm the one who's being uptight here. Even if I'm uptight according to you, the reason behind it is you Shawn. It you. " you huffed.

"Oh now you're gonna turn this all on me? Well that's great because I don't have time for this shit Y/N!" he said with a voice much higher this time.

"Yes because this is indeed all about you. You don't have time for this shit Shawn or you don't have time for me? I think that's what you're trying to say right? Because you don't have fucking time for me any time Shawn. And that's the truth!" you yelled at him.

"This is so not true and don't you dare go there!" he hissed.

"Oh no! I'm absolutely gonna go there because you need to know what has been going on my mind lately. I'm in no way going to let you be anymore ignorant about this." you stopped yourself from breaking down.

He continued looking the other way and rolling his eyes which hurt you more that it had.

"Then listen Shawn. I don't recognise you anymore. You're not the same person who I fell in love with an year back. You're not that person who was proud to have me and didn't held back himself from showering me with affection an year back. You're a changed person Shawn. I didn't fall in love with this cold hearted person who's not even looking at me right now even when I'm about to break down. What happened to you? What happened to those times when you rush towards me with wide open arms to console me and telling me it's gonna be alright." you finally cried.

Shawn's face softened a bit after hearing your last words.

"What happened to those times when you would wake me up with a good breakfast on our bed and surprise me with a date anyday Shawn? But now you don't even consider having dinner with me atleast once a week. I let myself doze off to sleep when I get tired of waiting for you even when you know how much I hate sleeping alone Shawn. This home doesn't feel like home Shawn. It doesn't feel like the one we moved in so happily and with all those sweet promises we made to each other. I'm so tired. And most importantly, I don't even think you like me to be your side anymore?" your voice croaked at the end of the sentence.

Shawn's face suddenly turned to look at you with a hurt expression laced over his face.

"W-what do you mean Y/N?" he asked.

"It's pretty clear isn't it Shawn. How you don't want to be seen in the public with me? At first I understood it was important for your career to stay away from all the paparazzi and all the drama that would follow up with it but Shawn you fucking confessed you loved me! Didn't you? I believed you when you said I make you feel grounded. That you don't feel afraid with me. That you wanna be with me all the time. Were they all lies Shawn? When you're refused to go out with me in public, you agree just like that but how come you've no problem getting clicked with other girls?" you sobbed.

Shawn held his head down, looking at his feet. Probably ashamed?

"You've no idea what it feels like Shawn when I'm sitting on this couch for most times of the day and see pictures of you with other girls and people speculating about you being in relationship with them even though that's not true. Fuck people, even your friends or even the closest of your friends are fucking clueless about us being in a relationship Shawn because you don't like PDA in front of them. You act like I don't freaking exist Shawn. And even after all this, I decide to stick with you. Stick with you despite all the lonliness, insecurities and anxiety your fame life gives me because for me it was always and always you Shawn. It was always you and your music. It has always been all about you and your passion Shawn. I feel like there was and will never be a place for me in your professional life because I want to always see you rising. I don't want to hold you back. Hell I never held you back even when you were so selfish. You're so egotistical Shawn that all you care about is yourself. And despite all this you've the fucking audacity to go and call me clingy and uptight? I this what I get at last?" you were crying but you were in rage too. You were so angry with Shawn and his casual attitude.

Shawn stayed quite. He was numb. Didn't know what to say because every word that was coming out of your mouth was reflecting the truth and your pain.

"Are you ashamed to have me Shawn? Ashamed that I'm not as perfect like the celebrity friends you have? Ashamed that I might not be good enough to bring out in public and claim that you love me? Answer me Shawn! Just bloody answer me!!!" you yelled.

"W-What? Why would you s-say t-that?" he stuttered.

"That's not even an answer you idiot! Fuck that. Answer me this. Do you even love me anymore Shawn?" you said with pain visible in your words and eyes. Your eyes were begging him for the answer. You regretted asking him this but it was important to ask because maybe you were the one who was at fault here by having false hopes from him that Shawn was still in love with you.

Shawn looked at you with wide eyes. He seemed like his soul has left his body. He was breathing heavily. He seemed so out of words. You knew what it was. He was not in love with you. Not anymore. And you've got the answer from his silence. Your heart shattered into pieces and you felt sick to your stomach. You were losing your mind. A tear slipped from your eye. You were more angry with him than upset.

"You're a fucking coward Shawn Peter Raul Mendes. A fucking coward is what you are. I let all my walls down for you and this is what you treat me with. The pathetic silence." you spoke to him through gritted teeth and pointing your finger at his chest. Tears now streaming down your face.

“I hate you for making me feel so miserable.” you spat while pushing him away on his chest hard.

You couldn't stand him anymore. You needed to get out of this house right now. It was feeling like the world was closing upon you. Your vision blurred and turned and started walking away from him towards the door.

Shawn looked like if he had just seen a ghost.

"And don't you fucking dare to even follow me Shawn. Don't you fucking dare." you said while walking out of the door.

Tears welled up in his eyes. He loved you. More than anything else. He just didn't think if he was right for you at all. He didn't deserve you ever.

Shawn was sobbing hard looking at you walking away from him. Maybe he was used to walking away from you and make you suffer always but instead it was his turn today. Oh god what has he done.

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