#had to keep a huge bandage on my arm for 6 hours

[riveramorylunar]

Innocent Until Proven Guilty

Summary: Y/N 'accidentally' burns her parents house down while her parents are sleeping just to get the attention of two really attractive women or maybe something else. Everyone thinks she's innocent because she's just an 18 year old but deep down she's a little devil. After Natasha & Maria find out they keep it a secret from everyone because they love Y/N.

Pairings: Police Chief Maria Hill x Reader x Firefighter Natasha Romanoff

Warnings ⚠️: Fire, Smoke, Gasoline, Burn Mark, Screaming, Explosion, Insane Behavior, Fake Crying & Homophobic Parents

Pet Names/Nicknames: Angel, Darling, Natty, Mar Mar, Nat & Tasha

Word Count: 2,708

"Don't stay up too late Y/N" my mother said as her and my father headed to bed. I just grumbled as I sat back against the couch as I turned on the TV. God I absolutely hated my parents they were homophobic assholes. It felt like hours but when I looked at the time it was only 12 am which was the perfect time.

I had poured gasoline all over everything before throwing a lighter. I watched as everything burst into flames. I had to make it look real so of course I burned myself. My parents were deep sleepers so they would be gone before they knew what was happening. I hissed in pain as my arm got burnt and I ran out of the house with just my phone. Just as I ran out the house exploded up into flames and I heard my parents scream. I held onto my arm as I looked up at the house.

I heard sirens a couple minutes later as I was sitting on the edge of the driveway. I looked up to see two police cars, a firetruck & an ambulance rushing down the street. I had ash all over my clothes and body as I sat down on the driveway. "Hey kid what happened" I heard a voice shout and I looked up to see a firefighter rush over along with a police officer. I stood up but my legs gave out. I felt someone catch me making me look up to see Chief Hill standing there.

"Y/N what the hell happened here" she said and I told her everything well not really I told her a big lie. She helped me to the back of the ambulance and the doctor wrapped my arm up. I watched as people started coming out of their houses as I had tears rolling down my face the whole time.

I watched as the firefighters took the fire out before rushing in. One of the firefighters came back out looking sad but also shocked. They walked over and I saw that it was Natasha.

"Bad news the parents were burned alive" she said and I faked a gasp before coughing. I felt something land on my shoulders and I looked to see Natasha's firefighter jacket resting on my shoulders. "Don't you need this" I whispered out and she just smiled. "The others got it handled how are you doing how's the arm" she said softly and I just looked down. "I'm alright besides the fact someone burnt my house down while I was out in the back" I said and felt her hand on the top of my head. I looked up to see her already looking down at me. "I know you're old enough to take care of yourself but why don't you stay with me & Maria" she said and I smiled softly. "Thank you" I whispered out and she nodded.

I looked down at my bandage up arm before looking back up at the completely burnt down house. "Hey chief we found two things that survived" I heard a firefighter say and I looked up to see something that I had lost 6 years ago in one of the firefighters hand and a picture frame in the other. The firefighter walked over and handed the items to Maria who thanked him. The officer left before Maria turned around. "I think these belong to you" she said and I snatched the stuffed animal out of her hand and buried my face into it.

It was a huge stuffed otter that my uncle had given me when I was 12. I looked up and saw Maria holding out a picture frame and I slowly took it. It was a picture of me, her and Natasha at the beach. I was standing in the middle of them as they had their arms wrapped around me. In the picture you could tell how much taller they were compared to me. I was 5'6" and they were 6'0". You could visibly see their abs and I was just a blushing mess in the middle.

"I remember that picture we went to the beach for your 18th birthday" Natasha said and I smiled softly. "Yeah it was the best day ever" I said sniffling. "Alright let's get you home" Maria said before helping me down from the back of the ambulance. She led me to one of the police cars and opened the passenger side door. "I'll meet you both there" Natasha said before going back towards the burnt down house after I gave her jacket back. I got into the police car and Maria shut the door.

We arrived at their house an hour later and I looked up and was shocked at how beautiful the house was.

The door opened and I saw a little kid run out followed by a woman. Maria immediately got out and swooped the kid up into her arms. I slowly got out and shut the door. "Momma who is that" the little boy said and Maria looked over at me. "That's Y/N" she said as I walked around the front of the police car slowly. The boy wiggled out of his mother's grip before rushing over to me and wrapping his little arms around me tightly. I looked up at Maria shocked and she just smiled before turning towards the other woman. I dropped down and hugged the little boy back. He pulled away before looking at me bandaged up arm. "What happened" he said and I told him I was in a fire. He threw his little arms around my neck and I slowly stood up with him wrapped around me. "Thank you for looking after them" I hear Maria say and I looked up to see the woman nod before hugging Maria.

The woman left and Maria turned around. She walked over and put her hand on the top of my head. "Do you want me to take him" she said and I shook my head no. "I don't think he would let go even if you tried" I said and she chuckled before we headed into the house.

"This place is so beautiful" I said as I sat down on the couch after Maria showed me around. Zane was still in my arms but he was fast asleep. Maria Tried to pull him off but he just wouldn't let go even in his sleep. They had two other kids another boy and a girl named Zayden & Astrid.They were both 5 while Zane was 7. "Do you want anything to drink or eat" she asked. "A glass of water is fine" I said and she nodded before walking into the kitchen. Maria came back with a glass of water in her hand and handed it to me. I took a sip and sighed.

After an hour I heard the front door open and I saw Natasha walk in. Zane bolted up before looking over to see Natasha standing in the doorway looking tired. "MAMA" he shouted before jumping out of my arm and running up to her. He crashed into her legs causing her to laugh as she patted his head. "Shouldn't you be in bed little one" she said as she picked him up. "I'm going to go take a bath if it's alright with you " I said to Maria and she nodded. "I'll leave some clothes out for you we can go shopping in the morning if you want to" she said and I nodded as I headed upstairs.

After taking a nice hot bath making sure not to get my burnt arm wet I got out and dried myself off before walking back into the guest room to see a pair of clothes laying on the bed. I picked up the shirt to see that there was a huge red hourglass on the front of it with roses all around it. I brought it up to my nose and it smelled just like Natasha. I slipped it on and it went past my thighs. I put the pair of boxers on before slipping on the baggy pj pants that had a bird on the left side. I walked out of the bedroom and headed back downstairs to see the lights were off. They probably both went to sleep. I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see a bottle of vodka. I grabbed a bottle of Dr. Pepper that was next to it before frowning. "Next time my dear friend" I said before shutting the fridge door.

"Who are you talking to" I heard Natasha's voice making me jump. I turned around to see her in just a tank top and pj pants that had the same symbol as the shirt I was wearing. "N-no one" I said as I looked away from her. God why was she hot with those muscles. "Are you hungry" she asked and I looked over just in time to see her reach for something on the top shelf making me blush really hard. I saw her tank top raise making me see her back muscles flex under her tank top. "Y/N are you alright your face looks red did you inhale any smoke" I heard her say and I snapped out of it as I felt the back of her hand on my forehead. "NO" I shouted as I slapped her hand away before moving away. "I mean I'm fine" I said embarrassed.

"Alright if you need anything just let us know alright" she said and I nodded. I watched her leave and I looked over to see a PBJ sitting on the counter. "Ta-" I stopped when I saw the sticky note. I smiled before shoving the sticky note in my pocket before eating the sandwich. After eating and finishing my Dr. Pepper I headed back upstairs and got ready for bed. I took the sticky note out and placed it on the back of the picture frame.

I woke up the next morning when I felt someone poke my forehead. I blinked my eyes open to see Zane standing there smiling like a little kid. "YOU'RE FINALLY AWAKE" he shouted and I groaned before rolling over onto my stomach. "Y/N come on we're going shopping" he said and he started to shake me. "Zane get out you little rascal" I heard Maria tease and Zane giggled before rushing out of the room. "Come on breakfast is ready I brought you some clothes as well" I heard her say and I slowly sat up to see her walk over before putting a pair of clothes on the edge of the bed. "These boots should fit you" she said holding up a pair of white combat boots that had roses all over them. "Thank you" I said, she nodded before leaving and shutting the door behind her.

I changed before heading downstairs to see two little kids sitting in highchairs. "Good morning Y/N did you sleep well" I heard Natasha say and I nodded. "Best sleep ever" I said and she smiled. "Alright breakfast is ready" Maria said as she walked towards the dining table. She set four plates down before sitting down next to me.

As we were eating Maria spoke up. "Y/N we were thinking about taking you to the mall to get new clothes if that's alright with you" Maria said and I just smiled. "Sure I don't mind" I said and they both nodded. After we ate I followed them outside and I saw a beautiful red car next to the police car.

We arrived at the mall and the three kids dragged me into the mall making me laugh. "Alright alright" I laughed out. "Don't go too far" I heard Maria shout behind us.

Maria's Pov:

I watch as me and Natasha's kids drag Y/N through the mall as the four of them laughed. "They seem to really like her" I heard my Wife say and I looked over at Nat to see her smiling softly. I interlocked our fingers together and squeezed her hand. "They sure do" I said as I chuckled when they almost ran into an elderly couple. We watched as they all apologize to the elderly couple before rushing off again. "I still don't get how her parents' house burned down no one saw anyone break in" Natasha said.

"I think Y/N might be lying about what happened I think she was the one who did it since one of the officers came by this morning with a bag containing her favorite lighter which was glass" I said and Natasha looked at me. "So you're saying she burnt her house down for an unknown reason" She asked and I shook my head no. "You know her parents were homophobic Nat" I said and she nodded her head. "Of course I do, they stopped talking to us when we told them we were dating they used to be our best friends" Nat said and I just looked ahead.

Y/N's Pov:

I stopped and looked over to see Natasha and Maria walking a few feet behind us. "Guys wait" I said and they stopped tugging on me. "Natty, Mar Mar why are you guys so far behind us" I said hi loud enough for them to hear. They walked up to us and Maria put her hand on top of my head. "Don't worry Angel we were just talking we thought we'd give you and the kids some time to bound" she said and I frowned as I looked up at her but she just smiled. I could tell she was hiding something but I wasn't gonna ask when the kids were here. Did they find out I was lying about how my parents house burnt down. Did they find out I was the one who did it. Are they gonna turn me in. "Y/N" I heard someone say and I snapped out of it to see Zayden and Astrid pulling on my hands. "Sorry I just zoned out what were you saying" I said looking up at Natasha. "We asked where you wanted to go first" she said and I said I didn't care.

We got back to the house with a lot of new clothes for me along with new shoes. I carried the twins into the house since they were both passed out cold from the long day they had. I put them and Zane to bed before walking back downstairs to see Maria and Natasha sitting on the couch in the living room.

"Y/N can we talk" I heard Maria say and I gulped as I slowly walked over. They both patted the cushion in between them and I slowly sat down. "We're just going to get straight to the point why'd you lie to us" Natasha said before turning around to look at me. "What are you talking about" I said as I started getting nervous. "About someone burning your house down. One of my officers found your favorite lighter in the ash and we know you'd go nowhere without it" Maria said she I immediately stood up but a hand wrapped around my wrist.

I was pulled back down onto Natasha's Lap. She had securely wrapped her arms around me tightly. "Tell us the truth why'd you do it" Maria said and I just looked down. My head was lifted up and I saw that Maria was now standing in front of us. "I'm not telling you anything because then you'll send me away" I shouted trying to get free from Natasha's strong grip. "Actually we're not going to" I heard Natasha say and my eyes widened in shock. "What why not" I said and Maria just looked at me. "Not until you tell us your reason first" she said and I sighed before telling them it was because they were assholes who hated the LGBTQ community. "That's all" Natasha asked and I nodded. "Now tell me your reason" I said and I felt Natasha's grip loosen up on me. "Because we love you" they both said at the same time leaving me shocked.

A/N: Like I said this is by far the longest fic I have written on here!!!!!

🏷️: @gaydreamersstuff @inluvwithfictionalwomen @blckwidowsbf @angelicsupernova

#River's Stories 📜 #Natasha Romanoff #Maria Hill #Natasha x Reader x Maria

[cyarikaa]

blood loss is no joke, kids

i donated blood for the first time today and damn

#i mean no ragrets ny is in a shortage #but also mine took twice as long as it should have bc the needle wasn’t placed right #and i went so lightheaded and nauseous when they took the needle out that they had to recline me so my feet were above me head #had to keep a huge bandage on my arm for 6 hours #just took it off and it started to bleed again :) #got out of bed to get a bandaid and almost passed out again lmaooo #still no ragrets #ramblin #not sw #blood #tw blood

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Heloise's 3.5k Followers Sleepover [Closed!] and Writing Challenge [Closed!]

Hello my lovelies <3

On Wednesday we reached another milestone once again! I can’t tell you how happy I am to know that so many of you have been enjoying my writing. All the support I’ve gotten from my followers has been beyond my expectations and I’m just so very grateful. I never imagined getting 50 let alone 3500 followers. Mind blowing really! I wanted to do something fun for such a huge milestone and as it’s a writing blog, I thought, let’s write. I want the writers to enjoy writing and the readers to enjoy reading. However, on the other hand, I didn’t want to leave out my non-writer followers so a sleepover should be in place as well.

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Part 2. Writing Challenge!

Disclaimer! I do not own any of the prompts listed below, they all belong to @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose and each prompt list I have used for creating this event are listed at the bottom of the post. [Numbers] next to prompts refer to the prompt lists you can find them at.

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➵ You don’t have to follow me to participate, although it would be much appreciated. ➵ Chose as many prompts as you’d like. No limits. ➵ Write for any universe and any pairings, I basically read everything. ➵ No incest, racial, religious, or sexual hate openly, not related to the story line, but to hurt others. If you have any of the above in your fic, I will not reblog it. ➵ Fluff, angst, smut, anything goes, just please use appropriate Warnings!  ➵ Use the Keep reading option above 500 words. Tutorial from phone is Here! ➵ No deadline for submission, but deadline for entry closes on 27 September 2021. Clarification: You can submit your fics even next year if you wish. End date is only for entering the event. I will not be able to accept entries after 27 September 2021. ➵ If you would like to participate, just send me an Ask with the prompt(s) and character and Reblog this post. ➵ Please use the tag #heloises3.5kcelebration and tag my name @heloisedaphnebrightmore when you post your fic. If it's not reblogged in 48 hours, please send me an Ask or DM. My tags seem to be funny at times. ➵ And most importantly, Have fun! :)

I decided to use both Scenario prompts and Dialogue prompts to take on a different approach compared to my last writing challenge.

Scenario prompts

Enemies to lovers / Tension prompts

1. “I’ll kiss you right now to prove that I don’t feel anything for you.” “Okay.” The two characters kiss, and whoops they felt something, followed by lingering, as they’re catching their breath, trying to make sense of what just happened, and the feelings rushing through them, and then there’s this urge to dive back in for another kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

2. Your enemy has never let anyone touch their scar, until you come along. [7]

@natashxromanovf (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

3. Character A and B kiss each other to prove there's nothing going on between them, but they get so caught up in each other, they prove the exact opposite. [2]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

4. For one night, Character A and B give into temptation and sleep with each other, hoping it will solve the tension building between them. It does the opposite. [2]

5. Character A and B avoid each other after sharing an intimate moment, be it a kiss, a hug, holding hands, or just looking at each other's lips longer than appropriate. [1]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

6. You're upset one night, and you don't know where to go, so you end up at your enemy's house, and as they open the door, you stay silent for a second, before saying “I don't know where else to go.” Your enemy doesn't say anything, instead they pull you into their arms, giving you a shoulder to cry on. [1]

@goddessofdawns (x) Bucky Barnes x Reader

7. The best friends to lovers “Let’s just kiss to see what it’s like.” They kiss, followed by the characters pulling away, eyes still closed, forehead against forehead, lingering… and then they go in for the second kiss. [5]

@goddessofdawns (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

8. You threaten your enemy, and when they close the distance between you, you realize how attracted you truly are to them. [1]

9. Pinning your enemy against the wall. Or straddling your enemy’s hips whilst they pin your arms above your head. [1]

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

10. You end up on your enemy's lap, and you yank the belt from their pants “Let's just get this over with.” [1]

11. You're about to leave the room, but your enemy slams the door shut, and with one hand on either side of your head, barricade you against the wall... (cue the reckless make-out session). [2]

@band--psycho (x) James Potter x Reader

12. You’re sharing a bed with your enemy and being told “Stay on your side or I'll set this whole bed on fire”. Only to wake up the next day with your enemy's arms wrapped around you. [2]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

13. Your enemy has been badly wounded, and somebody needs to bandage them up, so you agree to help them, and suddenly they're shirtless, and you can't help but admire their body, something that cheeky bastard takes notice of. [1]

14. You've been wounded, your face is all bruised up. Your enemy puts a finger under your chin, bringing your eyes to theirs, asking “Who did this to you?”. When you don't answer, they ask you again “Who did this to you?”. [1]

@band--psycho (x) Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

@grimdevil (x) Regulus Black x Reader

15. You've just been hurt, you're bleeding out, and your enemy is freaking out, dropping the “I love you. I can't lose you” card, begging you not to close your eyes. [2]

@goddessofdawns (x) Loki Laufeyson x Reader

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

16. Two characters look at each other, a tense silence between them and then bang, lips crash into each other as they can’t resist anymore and then one of them pins the other against the wall. [6]

@forever-and-more (x) Lorcan Salvaterre (Throne of Glass) x Reader

17. You had a really good time on the date tonight, and your date is asking for a good night kiss. It was only meant to be on the cheek, but then you pull back, our eyes meet, and there's a gravitational pull pulling you closer again. [6]

18. You’ve never been kissed before so your friend volunteers, but you decline because you’ve been best friends and it would be weird. But a couple hours later you lay awake in bed and can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss them and suddenly you regret what you said. [6]

@queen-of-brokenhearts (x) Hermione Granger x Female!Reader

Intimate / Domestic prompts

19. You are wearing your lover’s clothes when they say, “Can I get my shirt/hoodie back?” and you say “No.” or “Come and get it.”. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

20. You're talking on the phone and your lover quietly comes up behind you, wraps their arms around you, and starts gently kissing your neck. You begin to lose focus on your phone call as you concentrate on not making any noise. [3]

@band--psycho (x) Fred Weasley x Reader

21. You’re supposed to be mad at your lover but they’re holding your face and smiling, and you just can't resist it when they're pouting like that. [6]

22. You and your lover sitting next to each other at a table, and they rest their hand on your thigh, gently rubbing their thumb back and forth. [3]

23. Looking at your crush or lover only to find them already looking at you and when you make eye contact, they smile at you. [3]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

24. You think mistletoe kisses are lame, but your love interest brings you under one, regardless of the season and suddenly you're all for it. [6]

25. You and your lover are in bed, when you say, “It’s time to get up.” and your lover pulls you back down, wraps their hands around your body, snuggles up close, preventing you from getting out of bed. [4]

26. Your lover is resting their head on your lap, falling asleep whilst you are playing with their hair. [4]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

@band--psycho (x) Young!Remus Lupin x Reader

27. Having a piece of hair brushed off your face as you're reading or looking down. [3]

28. You're sick, and you can't kiss your lover, and it's an absolute torture. [6]

@msmarvelouswinchester (x) Jensen Ackles or Dean Winchester x Reader

29. Being asked “Are you sure?” (There's nothing sexier than consent) [3]

30. When it’s a slow burn, and the characters just look at each other like “Fuck it, I’m done with this.” and they finally kiss. [4]

@acourtofbooksandfantasy (x) Azriel (ACOTAR) x Reader

Dialogue prompts

Flirty / Sarcastic prompts

1. “Well, I guess it’s a good thing I like the sound of your voice, because you don’t seem to ever shut up.” [9]

2. “Is that a challenge?” [9]

3. “You’re cute when you’re nervous.” [15]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

4. “When have I ever put you in danger? Actually, don't answer that.” [11]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

5. “I dare you.” [9]

6. “If you don’t shut up, I might as well kiss you to put that mouth to good use.” [9]

7. Character A: “Do yourself a favour, get laid.” Character B: “Why, are you offering?” [9]

@grimdevil (x) Draco Malfoy x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

8. Character A: “What if bite you?” Character B: “I’m into that.” [10]

9. Character A is returning a priced procession to Character B and says, “I want something in return.” Character B “What?”  Character A “You.” [2]

10. Character A: “What changed your mind? “ Character B: “You.” [7]

11. Character A: “What do you want?” Character B: “You.” [9]

12. Character A: “Just admit it.” Character B: “Admit what?” Character A: “I’m the best you’ve ever had.” [13]

13. Character A: “You haven’t listened to a word I’ve said, have you?” Character B: “And yet for some reason your mouth just keeps on going.” [8]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

@theravenclawgal (x) Sirius Black x Reader

14. Character A: “I shouldn't have kissed you” “ Character B: You're right. But I should've.” [7]

15. Character A: “Do you flirt with everyone?” Character B: “Unfortunately, you’re the only one who caught my attention.” Character A: “Unfortunately?” [8]

@sexysirius (x) Sirius Black x Reader

16. Character B: “I like to keep my options open.” [8]

17. “I hate you. Oh, I hate you so much right now.” [11]

18. “Jesus Christ, you're annoying.” [11]

First kiss / Confession prompts

19. Character A: “Come over here.” Character B: “Why?” Character A: “You said you’ve never been kissed before. I’m planning on changing that.” [10]

20. Character A: “Just… don’t make this weird, all right?” Character B: “Meaning what?” Character A: “Meaning, don’t treat me like I haven’t been kissed before.” Character B: “But you… haven’t been kissed before.” Character A: “Look, I just want this over and done with, okay. I don’t want to be treated like a delicate flower. Kiss me like you mean it.” [10]

@band--psycho (x) Damon Salvatore x Reader

21. Character A: “I love you.” Character B: “I know.” Character A: “You knew?” Character B: “You haven’t exactly been discreet.” [15]

@band--psycho (x) Natasha Romanoff x Reader

22. “Listen, I know you’re busy, but… it’s important.” [15]

23. “I love you, and I don’t care if you don’t love me back. I just need you to know that I do.” [15]

24. Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” Character B: “What?” Character A: “Do you have feelings for me?” [14]

25. “Is that truly, all it is? Just, two friends, hanging out?” [14]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

26. “I need to ask you something and I don’t want you to brush off the subject or turn it into a joke… I need you to be honest with me.” [14]

@grimdevil (x) Young!Sirius Black

27. “Are you… are you in love with me?” [14]

28. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” [14]

29. “All this time I thought you didn’t want me.” [14]

30. “If there’s something you want to tell me, now’s the time.” [14]

@wearywinchester (x) Dean Winchester x Reader

31. “There’s nothing going on between me and Character C. because the person I want to be with is standing right in front of me.” [14]

32. Character A: “I want this to work. I really do.” Character B: “Then we’re on the same page.” [16]

33. “I’ve missed you so much. I didn’t even think it was possible to miss someone this much.” [16]

34. “I know we're not together, but I might die today so I'm going to kiss you just in case there is no later.” [6]

Reassurance / Sweet prompts

35. “You could stay here, tonight. For as long as you'd like.” [7]

@oliverwoodmarrymepls (x) Oliver Wood x Reader

36. “Could you ever love someone like me?” [7]

37. Character A: “I've never been in love before.” Character B: “Then let me show you.” [7]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

38. “I can’t get up. You’re gonna have to carry me.” [11]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

39. “Are you okay with me kissing you?” [12]

@deanwanddamons (x) Jensen Ackles x Reader

40. “I feel safe with you. I always have.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) Newt (Maze Runner) x Reader

41. “I need you to know that you can always come to me.” [12]

@iliveiloveiwrite (x) - Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

42. Character A: “You’ll wait for me?” Character B: “For as long as I need to.” [12]

43. “I’ll always be there for you. Don’t you ever doubt that.” [12]

@band--psycho (x) George Weasley x Reader

44. “Don’t hide from me. you’re even more beautiful in the morning.” [13]

@will-be-a-fineline (x) Harry Styles x reader

45. “I’m going to kiss you until you’re sick of it.” [13]

@goddessofdawns (x) Sam Wilson x Reader

46. “Just hold me. I’m not ready to wake up.” [13]

@pregnant-piggy (x) Sirius Black x Reader

If you have any questions, don’t be afraid of sending me a message. My inbox is always open for everyone :)

Prompt lists used from @screnwriter and @dreamy-prose

[1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] [8] [9] [10] [11] [12] [13] [14] [15] [16]

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Jason walks into the hospital room, heart breaking at the sight. Adrien, a huge bandage covering what was left of his arm and part of his shoulder. And next to him… This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was supposed to be there to make sure the kids didn’t get hurt. Instead, Ladybug- no, Marinette, he reminded himself. She had told him her name through sobs as he held her on the roof after they gave their statements to the police. Marinette blamed herself. He could see it in everything she did, the way she responded to people, her body language around Adrien and Jason. He knew she blamed herself. But she shouldn’t. She wasn’t the one who had been trained to fight villains like that. Villains willing to kill kids to get ahead. But Jason was trained. He was supposed to be prepared and know what to do. But now, Adrien would have to relearn how to do everything with just one arm. Sure, he could get a prosthetic, but that wouldn’t be for several weeks. And even if he chooses to get a prosthetic, he’d have to relearn everything. Again. And it was all because Jason couldn’t save him. He couldn’t save anyone. Jason turns to leave, not ready to talk to the boy who lost an arm because Jason wasn’t fast enough.

“Jay?” A soft voice from the bed calls, making Jason freeze. Whirling around, he rushes over to the bed, immediately looking the boy over to see if he’s okay. 

“Hey kiddo, how ya feeling? Are you- I’m so sorry.” Jason rambles, falling onto the spare chair next to Adrien’s bed. A chair that should’ve held a parent. If Gabriel wasn’t a piece of shit supervillain who cut off his own son’s arm and kept his wife’s corpse in a hidden basement. Yeah, that investigation must’ve sucked. 

“It’s weird.” He says, and Jason frowns at the tears filling the boy’s eyes. “My arm hurts, Jay. Really bad. But every time I try to hold it, or move it to a position that doesn’t hurt- it’s not there.” 

“Oh kid.” Jason clamps his mouth shut, determined to not let the kid hear his voice cracks, determined not to let the kid see him cry. What did he have to cry about? He’s the one that wasn’t good enough to protect these kids. Jason leans forward and gently wraps his arms around Adrien, letting the boy sob into his shoulder. Holding onto a sobbing Adrien, Jason’s able to see Marinette wake up and instantly leap into a fighting position. When she notices him, she relaxes slightly, until she sees the crying boy. Then her face morphs into pain and she backs up away from the bed, wrapping her arms around herself. 

“Mari?” Adrien says, pulling away from Jason and sniffling. 

“I’m so sorry Adrien. It’s, it’s all my fault.” She says, still keeping her distance. Jason sighs and stands, moving across the room in two large strides and wrapping her into a hug. She stiffens for a moment before basically collapsing in his arms. Jason just holds her and lets her cry, just as he let her on the roof two nights ago. After years of not being able to feel anything other than happy, Jason would support these kids and encourage them to feel. Even if it hurt. They deserved to feel. 

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Sitting and talking to Adrien about anything and everything after school had become a daily occurrence for Marinette. Jason walking her from school to the hospital had also become a daily occurrence. So walking by herself was weird. Doable, because she was Ladybug and could walk across Paris alone, but still weird. Especially since Jason was so insistent on her being more careful now that Hawkmoth- Gabriel- was behind bars. Jay was convinced that that meant that the regular, run of the mill bad guys would come back out of the woodwork now that they didn’t have to deal with possible akumas. Regardless, that hadn’t happened yet and she could easily walk by herself. It was still weird though. Walking into the hospital, Marinette frowns at Jason who was pacing and rapidly arguing with someone on the phone in English. Quickly reminding herself that, no he wouldn’t be akumatized, and yes, he was allowed to have negative feelings, she moves so that she’s in his line of sight. Making eye contact with him, she raises an eyebrow as a silent question. He frowns, but doesn’t do anything else except nod towards Adrien’s room. Rolling her eyes in annoyance at his avoidance, Marinette lets herself into Adrien’s room, smiling softly at her friend. The first two days after the battle, she could barely look at him. She blamed herself completely and didn’t feel like she was worthy of being his friend anymore. Now, almost a week after the battle, she still blamed herself. But it was easier to look at him, easier to talk to him.  

“Hey kitty.” She says, walking over and sitting in the chair on the left side of his bed. 

“Hey bug. Jay still on the phone?” He asks, and that’s when she notices the tell-tale signs of worry on his face. 

“Yeah...how long has he been on the phone?” She asks, frowning at his wince. 

“Well, he tried to ignore the person the first three times they called. And then he finally answered, said ‘leave me alone’ and hung up. And then they called again, and that’s when the yelling and arguing started and he left the room. That was…” He trails off, looking towards the clock on the wall. “Almost two hours ago.” “Two hours? On the phone? You don’t think he’s in trouble, do you? I mean, I know he has a life back where he lives, and I’m sure his boss is probably getting frustrated with him. But-” Marinette stops herself, not wanting to say something selfish. She knew that Jason had a life outside of Paris. But he was the only grown up to care that Ladybug and Chat Noir were just kids, that they needed help. He was the one to make sure they weren’t spending too much time being heroes and not enough time sleeping and doing homework. He was their big brother, and she wasn’t ready to say bye yet. Even if they could still call him. It wasn’t the same.

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Jason Todd was livid, and for the millionth time that week, thankful that Gabriel Agreste was rotting in a prison cell instead of manipulating people who were having a bad day. Cause this was not a good day. 

“B, I’m not sure what you want from me.” He finally huffs out, glancing towards Adrien’s shut door. 

“I just want to know why you haven’t returned. Dick informed me of the flooding your first day, and how things seemed to magically fix themselves. You told us that everything was taken care of, and then you stopped answering any questions about the situation. Seeing as there is apparently no immediate danger to anyone there, I think it’s time you returned home. You have responsibilities here, Jason. Your family is here.” Bruce says simply, and Jason has to bite his tongue from arguing. How was he supposed to tell Bruce about these kids who needed support that they weren’t getting anywhere else. That there were two young superheroes in Paris who needed someone to understand what they were going through, since they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) tell anyone else? Bruce would have adoption papers written up in minutes, and taking the two from their city didn’t seem right. Plus he would never let Bruce adopt them, the kids had enough emotional baggage to deal with without being a Wayne. 

“I just haven’t, Bruce. I’m a grown man. I-” “You have responsibilities, Jason. I let you take this vacation because I could see you needed it. But now we need you. I- your brothers miss you.” Bruce says, and Jason rolls his eyes at the man’s inability to be emotional. He would’ve done great in Hawkmoth’s Paris. 

“Okay, I’ll start looking for a ticket. I should be home in two or three weeks-”

“I’ve already ordered a ticket for you. Your flight leaves Paris at noon tomorrow. See you then.” Bruce says, hanging up before Jason has the chance to argue more. Not that he had the energy after going back and forth between arguing with Dick and Bruce for two goddamned hours. Resisting the urge to throw his phone against the wall, Jason takes a couple deep breaths to ground himself. No need to upset Mari and Adrien and if he goes in there pissed off, they’re gonna get upset. Shaking his head to try and clear it, Jason throws open Adrien’s door, grinning at the two, sitting side by side on Adrien’s bed. 

“Pixie Pop, you’re gonna piss off the nurse if she sees you up there again.” He says, walking over to his usual chair. 

“You’re upset.” She says, instead of arguing and reminding him that she can take anything the nurses can dish out (they’d had the exact conversation yesterday….and the day before.) Jason blinks, acting confused. 

“Don’t even try and act like you’re not Jay. Mari’s scary good at reading people.” Adrien says with a frown. Jason huffs and rolls his eyes. 

“Yeah, okay, I’m pissed.” He admits, slumping back in his chair and crossing his arms. Marinette turns to Adrien and whispers something to him, Adrien nodding before she turns back to look at him. 

“You’re gonna need our phone numbers.” She says, and Jason frowns in actual confusion this time. 

“Gonna need a little more than that, Pix.” He says. 

“Well, we knew that you’re not from here. And that eventually you’d have to go back. I mean, I’m sure your boss wasn’t planning on you taking a vacation quite this long. But-” Marinette pauses and lets out a shaky breath. “But neither of us want to lose you. You care about both sides of us, and you’re the only one. You’re our big brother, Jay, but we both know that you have another life somewhere else. And I’m sure those people miss you too. I mean, you’re kinda cool or whatever.” Marinette teases, but he can tell behind the smirk that she’s close to tears. Jason sighs and stands, bringing both of them into a big hug. 

“I don’t wanna leave, ya know.” He mumbles, frowning when he feels his shirt getting wet from tears. 

“I know. But you have to. And that’s okay. It’s not goodbye forever.” Marinette says, her voice breaking as she holds onto him tighter. 

“Expect a lot of calls and face times. Especially once I get my arm. I have so many jokes to make, you’re gonna be sick of it.” Adrien says, and despite the joke, Jason can tell the boy is crying too. Jason squeezes a little tighter, accepting the fact that he’d be leaving. And that he wasn’t sure when he’d see the two again.

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What if...? Part 10a

Yes, it is 10a, because I said it would be 10 parts and not 11, so you will be getting the epilogue as 10b. HAH! ...Don’t look at me. T-T 

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What if Dulsissia hadn’t died, what if she had grabbed Corin and fled? What if she met Davarax? What if…

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

Part 10a

For the first five hours after leaving the Covert, Davarax is out of it. Everyone draws a sigh of relief when his eyes open and he’s back with them again.

“Where are we going?” Din asks, frowning at the coordinates.

Davarax manages a faint smile, still sedated by pain. “Someone who can help us.” He then makes a face and presses his hand gently to the pressure bandage on his neck. “We just have to find her.”

Dulsissia realizes she doesn’t care where they go as long as that means they can get some medical supplies and patch him up properly. “Take it easy.” She uses her fingers to comb the dark locks of his hair back from his sweaty forehead. “We’ll find this person. Leave it to us.”

It takes them two days, but at least by then Davarax is able to stand up and walk a little, so when they land on some strange planet and find themselves surrounded by unfamiliar Mandalorians, he is the first to walk off the Razor Crest, hands in the air, and greets the leader. “Lady Kryze.”

He had warned them that these were Mandalorians who lived by a different Creed. Dulsissia and the children had all been surprised to hear there were Tribes out there with other rules than theirs, but mostly they are unsettled by Davarax telling them to keep Paz and Raga’s last names a secret...

A Mandalorian steps forward, removes their helmet and reveals red hair and suspicious eyes. “Davarax? Is that you?”

Exhaling a faint laugh, Davarax lowers his arms and sways a little, which makes Dulsissia and Paz dart over to grab an arm each to support him. “It’s me.”

The one called Kryze clicks her tongue and tilts her head. “I thought you guys weren’t allowed to remove your helmets?”

“We’re not.” Davarax confirms, still with a weak smile.

Another unfamiliar Mandalorian steps forward and crosses their arms. “You’re cuter than I thought.” It doesn’t sound like she means as a compliment.

Davarax nods with amusement. “Thanks.”

“Why are you here? What do you want?” Kryze cuts in.

“Safety.” Davarax replies. “I need a place to stay for a while.”

The woman doesn’t blink. “And what do I get?”

“Me.” Davarax states. “One standard year, I’ll work for you.”

Something about the woman’s eyes makes Dulsissia tense up. This Kryze person looks a little too pleased at that. A gentle, quizzical squeeze of Davarax’ arm gets no response. He just keeps locking eyes with the other Mandalorian.

Kryze is the one to break the staring contest and looks over at Dulsissia. “And this one? She’s not a Mandalorian.”

“Ner riduur.” Davarax replies.

The Mandalorian who had commented on his looks snorts a loud, surprised laugh. “You? You got married? You?”

“I fell in love.”

Dulsissia feels her face burn. Him once again confessing his feelings for her so openly makes her knees weak, but she also feels a little bad that he has to lie for her; they aren’t married yet. She fully intends to marry this man, but she prefers him to be conscious under the ceremony and Davarax has been out cold for most of the two days on the ship.

“And these are your children?” Kryze shifts her attention to Paz, then the others waiting, huddled together, on the Razor Crest’s ramp.

“Yes.” Davarax confirms without hesitation.

Kryze nods, thoughtfully, then sets her sharp stare on Davarax again. “One year.”

He nods.

“And you will follow my orders.” This is clearly not debatable. “For one year, your loyalty is mine.”

Davarax nods again.

Dulsissia feels the urge to object, fears what he is promising himself into, but what does she know? Other than to trust Davarax. So she holds her tongue and hopes she won’t regret it.

Kryze holds out an arm, pointing them towards a building. “Then, welcome home.”

-

It doesn’t take long before Dulsissia realizes that the people in this Tribe are very different from Davarax’ people. While the Covert had treated her with polite distance, the Mandalorians here eye her with open disdain and suspicion. She’s not one of them and they don’t like it.

Paz, Raga and Din all end up in vicious fights on their very first day. Corin latches himself to his mother’s arm and Barthor basically refuses to leave the room assigned to them. If not for the fact that they need medical help for Davarax and that he’s given his word to stay a year, Dulsissia would have demanded they’d leave by the third day. But, stuck in this place, temporarily, she grits her teeth and tries to make things easier for both the children and Davarax.

With a doctor and some bacta, the injury on Davarax’ neck soon turns into a scar, a reminder of how close she’d come to lose him, and he barely has time to recover before Kryze sends him out on his first mission.

After Davarax comes back, without new wounds despite the blood on his armor, Dulsissia feels such a relief that she clings to him throughout the entire night. Brushing light fingertips over his scar, she keeps her voice down so not to wake the children sleeping at the other side of the room. “Two people asked me today what I did to make you marry me. Three, yesterday. I think one of them accused me of being a Jedi and doing some mind-control-trick on you.”

Davarax shakes with mute laughter. “My little Jedi witch.”

She pokes him in the side with two fingers, making him jolt and hug her closer. Dulsissia settles again and rests her head on his chest, listening to his heart beat. “How come you never married?”

“You’re the first that made me want to get married.” Davarax replies with a calm ease, as if his words doesn’t make all kind of happiness radiate through her entire body. He’s looking up at the ceiling, half-asleep. “You’re the first who not only accepted my kids, but loved them, from the very start, and that made me think… we could be one. Made me want it.”

“I do love them. And I love you.” Dulsissia finds his hand and braids their fingers together. Be one. That sounds so right. “How do Mandalorian weddings work? Who does the ceremony? The Tribe leader?”

Davarax turns his head to look at her, suddenly a little eager. “We can do them now. The vows.”

“What?” Dulsissia lifts her head to look at him as well. “Here? In the middle of the night, with no witnesses?”

“A marriage is the ultimate union in Mandalorian culture. It’s about embarking on a future together as one, of sharing everything and raising warriors together. It doesn’t matter where you take the vows, what we care about is that they are kept.”

Dulsissia considers this for a moment, has an involuntary flashback to her huge, glamorous event that had locked her to Macero, and decides she likes the idea of making it all about them instead of a ceremony designed to impress everyone else. But, there is one thing Dulsissia will insist on; “I want the kids to be a part of it. This union includes them, after all.”

Davarax smiles at her, this beautiful smile that takes her breath away for a second, then he lies back down and stares up at the ceiling again. “And this is why I want to marry you.”

Smiling as well, Dulsissia curls up close to him and feels like a giddy teenager again.

That happy feeling is nowhere to be found the next day when she stalks into their room with frustrated tears in her eyes and pressing a hand to her aching ribs. Dulsissia waves a dismissive hand to Din, Barthor and Corin, who instantly jump to their feet to run over to her. “I’m fine.”

Luckily neither Paz or Raga are there to witness this, but Davarax is and he wont be waved away. He gently but firmly persuades her to let him examine her and asks what happened.

“It’s her again.” Dulsissia snaps, cringing with pain as his hand presses gently against her ribs. “The one with the big mouth. I was partnered with her during training today and she acted like she had some kind of personal problem with me.”

Din and Corin exchange frowning looks in the background. Barthor crosses his arms.

“No broken ribs.” Davarax concludes, sounding a little relieved, then looks at her face and frowns a little himself when he sees the bruising on her jaw. He lifts his hand and lets the back of his index finger barely brush over the bruise. “You want me to deal with her?”

“No.” Dulsissia snaps, increasingly angrier. “I don’t need you to handle my problems. I’m going to get even better at this hand-to-hand combat thing and then I’m going to punch that all-helmet-no-brain Mando in her face!”

Davarax takes a gentle hold of her chin and grins. “That’s my girl.”

-

Strangely enough a foul smell emerges in one particular living quarter and as no one can determine the cause, the woman living there is forced to move. But the smell sticks to her for two weeks.

-

“They say an Imperial officer is looking for a Mandalorian and a blonde woman.” Bo-Katan states, her t-visor showing Davarax and Dulsissia’s reflections as she stands in the doorway to their room. “I take it that is why you said you needed a safe place to hide?”

Dulsissia feels her stomach clench with unease. Macero… He’d found them? No. If he had, this place would be swarming with Imperial troops. Everything would be on fire. Like Nevarro.

“Is that a problem for you?” Davarax drawls, almost challenges her.

Bo-Katan removes her helmet and looks at him with a confident smirk. “Not at all. Let him come.”

Dulsissia shakes her head. “Don’t underestimate this man, Lady Kryze. He’s-”

“I know all about Macero Valentis.” Bo-Katan cuts her off. “And I’m not afraid of him.”

“Maybe you should be.” Dulsissia warns her. “Did you hear what he did to Nevarro?”

That makes the smile on Bo-Katan’s face widen. “Nevarro did not have our blasters, canons, ships and bombs.”

Dulsissia blinks. Oh. Okay, she’s starting to understand why Davarax insisted on taking shelter with these mean people. Maybe the only way to defeat Macero is to fight fire with fire?

-

Bo-Katan sends Davarax out on mission after mission. Dulsissia sees the exhaustion return to his face. It drives Dulsissia to train harder, push herself harder, and hopes to to become less of a burden and eventually a true partner that can help him carry the weight of their family.

Entering the room one day, his hands shaking after whatever horrors he’s been through, Davarax proudly declares a shipment of durasteel has been acquired and Lady Kryze has agreed to let him bring his share to their armorer.

Dulsissia watches with a faint smile when she sees Paz and Raga beam with pride as they are fitted with armor. She’s highly amused when Barthor keeps making demands for adjustments to his, and extremely pleased with the delighted looks on Corin and Din’s faces when they get theirs. By the rules of Davarax’ Covert, Corin and Din both should be wearing their helmets now, like Barthor still does, something especially Din had considered a milestone for his adulthood. However, the armor seems to be an acceptable replacement for the moment.

Especially as they know there will be battle soon...

-

On board his ship, Macero grits his teeth, fury boiling in his veins, and he turns away from where the holo-message from his field-officer had been played for him. How could they be losing? He had sent more than enough troopers to deal with these cretins, so how could they be losing?

Mandalorians are a dangerous breed, he’s come to learn that after chasing them across the Galaxy in the hunt for his wife, but his troopers are highly trained soldiers with the best equipment possible. There is no way they can be losing to these dirt-dwellers!

Macero knew there was a chance this was a trap when news of a blonde woman observed with Mandalorians on this planet reached him, after not hearing a single whisper about his wife’s location for so long, but so what? He had the soldiers and firepower to deal with whatever these people tried to throw at him. Macero is not afraid of some arrogant Mandos.

The three officers in the communication room eye him nervously and Macero suddenly can’t stand their cowardly faces. “I will be in my office. Let me know if there are any more messages.”

Marching to his office, Macero hears the sound of battle on the ground and makes a silent vow that any trooper who retreats back to the ship is to be shot for cowardice. There is no way they are losing. He doesn’t care how bloody the cost will be; the Mandos will pay even more. He will wipe them from this planet.

Macero takes two steps into his office then comes to a halt. His chair is pointing the wrong way. Its back is towards the door. And he didn’t leave it like that.

The door closes behind him.

Looking back, Macero takes a startled step forward when he sees a tall, blue armor and blue helmet wearing Mandalorian standing there.

The sound of the chair turning makes Macero turn back as well and he’s surprised to see another blue armor and blue helmet wearing Mandalorian is sitting his his chair. A smaller one. “What is this?” Macero snaps angrily. “What do you want?”

“Your head on my wall, would be the honest answer.” The one in the chair replies. “But I don’t ever want to see your face again, so… I guess I’ll settle for your life.”

Macero frowns. It can’t be. It’s not possible.

The Mandalorian gets up from the chair. “I told them you were too clever to fall for a trap this obvious. They told me you were too arrogant to resist.” The blue helmet is removed and Dulsissia looks at him with a faint, mocking smile. “Knowing you and your ego, I agreed to try.”

She no longer looks like the frail girl he once knew, not the pretty decoration he wanted but a half-wild creature. Macero’s mouth tightens with disgust. “Where is my son?”

“He’s not here.” Her eyes are as cold as Antonia’s. The old hag would have been proud to witness this. She never liked Macero. “You will never see Corin again.”

“He’s my son.” Macero grits out. “And you are my wife. You two belong to me.”

Dulsissia’s soft laugh is pure mockery. “We don’t belong to you. And you are nothing to us.”

Enraged by her daring to talk to him like that, Macero casts a quick glance back at the Mandalorian blocking the door. “Because of this one? You think you can just take my son away and replace me with the first lumbering oaf tempted by you flashing your ankle?” Macero looks back at Dulsissia. “You better not be carrying his bastard child.”

“After Corin was born, I got the chip. I never was and I never am going to give you any more children to torment.”

“You think I care about you want? You think I will let a spoiled Motti girl ruin my plans?” Macero has never been this furious before. His blood is so hot it almost hurts in his veins. “Your little adventure is over, Dulcy. We’ve wasted enough time on your childish antics. You are coming home. Now.”

He backhands her across the face, hopes she feels it like he did the insult of her getting that damn chip behind his back, draws his blaster with his other hand at the same time and fires back at the Mandalorian.

-

Dulsissia is not prepared and the surprise of the impact knocks her off balance more than the pain. Still, she moves with it, uses the momentum to spin away to get some distance between them and get her helmet back on.

The HUD is still a bit confusing to her, but she knows the value of the protection the helmet offers. (Davarax had given up pieces of his own armor to have the beskar remade into helmets for them and she had cried over him having to sacrifice even more for their family.)

Davarax is forced to move in order to dodge the shots Macero fires at him and he draws his own weapon, but because of where Dulsissia is standing; he doesn’t fire back, unwilling to risk hitting her.

This buys Macero enough time to activate his communication link and demand back-up.

Dulsissia knows most of the men in her family are officers in the Imperial army because their names and fortune ensured it, but Macero had worked his way up and he is far from helpless.

He unfortunately proves it as he ducks under the punch Davarax throws at him, turns and delivers a hard kick at the side of Davarax’ knee, making him buckle. Macero keeps turning and fires his blaster at Dulsissia, forcing her to take cover behind his desk.

Davarax throws himself forward, plants his shoulder into Macero and manages to slam him into the wall, but that results in them being locked together while trying to pummel the other into submission and Dulsissia being the one not willing to shoot this time in case she’d hit Davarax.

And moments after that, the door to the office slides open to let a wave of storm troopers rush in.

It becomes chaos. And fear jolts through Dulsissia when she hears Macero call out the order for them to kill the Mandalorian but not harm her. Davarax is the best fighter she’s ever seen, but some times quality is forced to break under quantity. She stalks forward, picks up a blaster one of the now fallen troopers had lost, and she begins to fire with a weapon in each hand at every target her HUD identifies as hostile and absently marvels at the strength and agility of the man she loves as Davarax comes at the enemy with brute strength.

A warning flashes across her HUD and Dulsissia manages to side-step Macero’s attempt to slam the back of a blaster rifle at her helmet. She lifts the stolen blaster but he knocks it out of her hand instead and when she lifts her own blaster, another warning flashes across her HUD. This time she’s not fast enough to avoid it; Macero’s right hand locks around her throat and cuts off her air.

Automatically grabbing at his arm with her free hand, Dulsissia feels the ground disappear under her feet as he lifts her up and then her back slams down on his desk. Macero hovers over her with a furious expression on his face.

“You foolish girl.” He sneers with fury and disgust. “What did you think would happen? That I would give up? That you and your simpleton would live happily ever after? Stupid, stupid girl. Your blood is far too important to me. I will never let you go.  And I will find my son too. Believe me.”

She does.

The blaster shot is muffled due to the weapons muzzle pressing against its target, but Macero jolts and his eyes grow wide as he stares at her. His anger is replaced with shock and disbelief.

For a couple of heartbeats, as Dulsissia looks into Macero’s eyes, she remembers how his smile used to make her blush, how he would encourage her to talk and be the only one in her life who bothered to listen when she did, how incredibly gentle his hand was on her skin for their first kiss, and while that man never truly existed, she still says goodbye.

Macero slowly tilts to the side, his hand letting go of her throat, and he simply drops to the floor. His blood is on her armor, on her blaster and her hand. And yet, as Dulsissia draws a shivering breath, she feels free.

Her son is safe.

Sitting up, coughing, Dulsissia lifts her blaster and picks off two storm troopers aiming to fire at Davarax as he’s dealing with one of their comrades. “Dav. Let’s go.” She uses the internal communication system.

“It’s done?” His voice replies.

“It’s over.” Dulsissia deliberately does not look over at the fallen Macero. “Let’s go.”

“You got my back?”

“Always.”

Instantly barging towards the door, Davarax takes several hits to his armor, almost staggers due to the reduced efficiency of durasteel instead of beskar, but it’s not enough to stop him, and Dulsissia quickly makes her way over to cover their backs. He pushes forward for them to escape, she keeps them safe while he creates a path down the hallway.

Once they climb the stairs to the second floor of the ship, followed by troopers, Davarax makes a pleased sound when he sees the door Dulsissia had been talking about and sets course for it.

While it was the men of her family who got to be military officers, Dulsissia had spent plenty of time on imperial ships after Macero started to court her and she knows their lay out like the mansion on Seswenna. This door will lead outside, to a narrow path along the ship’s side originally meant to be used in case of repairs, but with the ship currently hovering inside the planet’s atmosphere; it is perfect as an escape route. And as more and more troopers join the ones already chasing them, they need one.

Davarax opens the door and a powerful gust of wind rushes in as they are high above ground. He looks back at her.

Dulsissia keeps firing her blaster at the stairway, forcing the storm troopers to duck down. “Go.”

Davarax nods, steps forward, vaults over the railing and disappears.

Grabbing a grenade from her belt, Dulsissia activates it and throws it down the stairs before going back to firing her blaster again. A trooper gets off a lucky shot that punches into her breastplate and while the durasteel is strong enough to prevent the shot from penetrating, it still hurts like dank farrik.

The explosion from the grenade causes enough chaos that Dulsissia dares to holster her blaster and make a run for it. She hears the troopers shouting, her HUD flashes a warning as a blaster shot goes by her head, but Dulsissia keeps running, climbs the railing in two steps and takes a leap of blind faith into the open air.

Gravity takes a hold. She falls and reaches out one hand. Despite her HUD frantically flashing that she’s in danger, Dulsissia feels no fear. Two seconds later, Davarax’ hand grabs her wrist and she instantly takes a hold of his, letting him pull her up so she can get her arms around his torso and he gets his other arm around her waist while his jetpack holds them steady and prevents them from plummeting to their deaths.

Behind them, seven storm troopers follow through the door and spread out along the pathway to aim their blasters and are about fire when twenty Mandalorians fly up from below the ship to aim their weapons back at the troopers.

“Your ground troops have already surrendered. I have Mandalorians infiltrating the ship as we speak. Do you want to follow your leader into the after life?” Bo-Katan asks them.

It doesn’t take long before the storm troopers cautiously lower their weapons and signal their surrender.

-

“Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay?” Bo-Katan asks as they are loading up the final items to the Razor Crest. “I appreciate a warrior like you on my team. We might even be able to hunt down some more beskar.”

“I am grateful for you letting us stay, but it is time we move on now.” Davarax replies. “I think we all yearn for a little freedom. And you have an imp ship, a bunch of new weapons and enemies to get information out of. I’m sure you won’t have time to go beskar hunting any time soon.”

“Well, if you change your mind, you know where to find us.” Bo-Katan declares.

Davarax nods and holds out his hand.

With a wry smile, she takes it. “At least you’re out from underground. There’s hope for you at least.”

“Careful, Lady Kryze.” Davarax says, releasing her hand. “My Covert’s determination and dedication is unmatched. Who knows, maybe one day the next Mandalor might come from there.”

“Yeah. Sure.” Bo-Katan says with mock-seriousness. She then glances over at where Dulsissia is smothering Corin, Din and Paz in a group-hug, trying to make them forgive her for refusing them to join in the fight. “She didn’t do too bad today. There might be hope for her too.”

“She’s Mandokarla.” Davarax declares with badly hidden pride.

Bo-Katan hums, clearly not entirely sold. “She talks too much.”

Laughing a little, Davarax heads over to the ship. “Goodbye, Lady Kryze.”

-

“Mom?” Standing in the cockpit of the Razor Crest as she is brought to life, Corin glances over at Dulsissia, and he looks so grown up and handsome in his armor that she wants to squeeze his face between her hands and plant kisses all over aforementioned face. “Where are we going now?”

Settling for reaching out and gingerly arranging a lock of his dark hair doing its best to poke up high enough to pick up a radio signal, Dulsissia smiles. “We’re going to visit someone.”

Din plots in the coordinates while Davarax has settled in the left passenger seat and is tinkering on his vambrace. The teen frowns as he sees what comes up and looks back at them. “Is this correct?”

Dulsissia’s smile widens. “Absolutely.”

Corin goes pale.

-

“So he’s dead?” Antonia Motti says as she enters her office. “Good. One less problem to deal with in this family.” She pauses as she sees the armored people in the room and gives one slow blink before she reaches up to her ear. “I will talk to you later.” Antonia switches off the device in her ear and lifts a dry eyebrow. “I don’t know how you lot managed to break in here, but I can assure you that you will never leave this place alive.”

Dulsissia removes her helmet and forces herself to smile. “Hello mother.”

Antonia doesn’t visibly react, merely scans her from top to toe and back up again. “You look awful.” She walks over to her desk and sits down, forcing Dulsissia to turn around to look at her. “I hear your husband is dead. I can’t say I shall mourn his absence.” “That makes two of us.” Dulsissia replies.

“Why are you here?” Antonia asks, keeping her calculating stare on her daughter and ignoring everyone else in the room. “Have you come to your senses and returned to stay? I will let your friends leave with a nice reward for bringing you home.”

Shaking her head, Dulsissia hangs on to her smile out of spite. “No. I’m not here to stay. I just stopped by to pick up some of my things before I leave for good.”

Antonia frowns a little, but she’s clearly not surprised. “You continue to disappoint me.” She sighs and shakes her head as if her daughter is a lost cause. “Where is my grandson?”

Dulsissia gestures to one of the figures.

Stepping forward, removing his helmet, Corin watches Antonia warily. “Hello.”

Antonia scans him as well and seems a little more pleased with what she sees. “No longer a timid child, but a young man. You’ve grown a lot since I saw you last, Corin.” She scans him again. “You don’t have to go with your mother, you know. If you want to, you can stay here, with me. As a Motti you will never starve, never lack for anything, and everyone will respect you.”

Corin swallows hard. “Thank you, but I’m going with them.”

Antonia makes a thoughtful hum. “That is a shame. But there is always a place for you here, Corin. Remember that.”

He nods.

Turning her attention back to Dulsissia, Antonia purses her lips with disdain. “So now what? You are going to traipse around the Galaxy looking like a half-wild woman? Dragging your innocent son with you. With these…” She waves a hand at the others. “People?”

“Yeah.” Dulsissia replies, with every bit as much arrogance as Antonia radiates. “I want him to experience what a real family feels like.” She puts her helmet back on and walks over to the door before she looks back at her mother again. “We’ll be leaving now. I suggest no one follows us.” Dulsissia hesitates before adding; “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“That’s a nice change as last time you just took off without a word.” Antonia snipes. “And don’t fool yourself, you will be back, Dulsissia. Without Macero, the lure of our world will bring you back.”

Realizing that her mother does not know her at all, Dulsissia huffs a soft laugh. “Goodbye.”

-

“Are are we landing?” Dulsissia was on her way up the ladder to the Razor Crest’s cockpit when Din appears and blocks her path. “It feels like we’re landing. Why are we landing?”

Din’s eyes flicker. “We, uh, the ship, it… “

“Repairs!” Raga shouts from above.

“Yeah!” Din latches on to it like the word is a life raft. “Repairs. We have to do some repairs.”

Dulsissia frowns. Repairs? There is nothing wrong with the ship. It was fully operational when they left Bo-Katan’s Covert and it hasn’t been in any combat or stressful situations since. 

She looks over at Barthor sitting on the seat next to the ladder, but he just shrugs and that puzzles her a little. Usually he is the first to pick up on odd stuff. But if he’s not worried, maybe she shouldn’t be either? “Okay…” Dulsissia draws out her reply, especially as Din is not budging, strategically placed so she won’t be able to get by him.

When she slowly withdraws, Din watches her with a smile so fake she could cry.

But Corin and Paz are still slouching in their seats in the cargo hold and also show no anxiousness or suspicion whatsoever, so Dulsissia reluctantly gets back in her seat.

Only then does Din disappear. But, she is willing to bet he’d pop up like a bill collector if she approaches the ladder again.

What is going on?

The Razor Crest shudders and shivers a little before they feel it touch ground and settle.

Dulsissia is first in line when the ramp starts to lower itself, doesn’t even wait for Davarax and the others to come down from the cockpit, too curious to see where they are.

The sight stuns her.

Walking down the ramp, Dulsissia studies the surroundings, overwhelmed by the beauty. And when she eventually steps off the ramp and her feet touch soft soil and carries her out among the endless ocean of flowers stretching out as far as her eyes can see, she can’t hold back a dazed laugh. It is so incredibly beautiful! Millions and millions of flowers covering the surface in every direction under the bright teal sky.

Her heart is racing, it’s almost difficult to breathe, and she can’t stop smiling. She has never seen anything like this. She didn’t know anything like this even existed.

A sound behind her reminds Dulsissia that she’s not alone and she turns around to how the others are reacting to this amazing view, but is hit by another heart-stopping sight when she sees Davarax standing there, the kids huddled together behind him, and he’s holding out both of his hands to offer her the most exquisite looking blaster she’s ever seen. 

The metal is shining silver, the design delicate and yet practical, and on the hilt is what has to be insanely expensive gem stones creating the shape of a beautiful plom bloom.

“Will you take the vows with me here?” Davarax asks, a little nervous and very hopeful.

Dulsissia has to cover her mouth with her hand for a second as her eyes well up with tears and an ugly bawl threatens to escape her lips. Once she feels she has herself back under control, despite some tears escaping as she tries to blink them away, Dulsissia nods. “Yes…”

“Yes?” Davarax dares to take a step closer.

Laughing and sobbing at the same time, Dulsissia nods. “Yes.” And she laughs and cries a little more when the kids break into loud cheers, numbly accepting the blaster and eagerly curls into the hug Davarax pulls her into.

She has to hold on to him, lean on him, for a moment or two, to once again regain some composure, but finally Dulsissia leans back and sniffles a little.

Davarax does his huff-laugh and gently wipes a tear away from her face. “You okay?”

She nods, taking a step away, wiping her face with her lower arm. “I’m fine.” Dulsissia awkwardly pats her hair and tries to shape it into something less wookiee-ish with one hand as she won’t let go of the blaster. “How do we…?”

Davarax takes her hand, makes her give up on her hair and focus on him. “You sure you want to do this? One. In this life and the next. Are you sure?”

Exhaling, grounding herself, Dulsissia meets his eyes with calm and soft happiness. “I am.”

Obviously relieved, Davarax nods. Then he has to take a breath before teaching her the words, one by one, what they mean both literally and spiritually, how they link to his Creed and what being married to a Mandalorian means.

Dulsissia listens, learns and decides this is all something she can accept and even embrace. It just feels right. She feels at peace as well as flushed with excitement that they are going to do this.

And them, amidst millions of flowers, with Corin, Din, Paz, Raga and Barthor as approving witnesses, Dulsissia and Davarax takes the vows.

Mhi solus tome. We are one together. Mhi solus dhar'tome. We are one when parted. Mhi me'dinui an. We share all. Mhi ba'juri verde. We will raise warriors.

For a moment, maybe it is just the bright sky playing tricks on her, Dulsissia could have sworn Davvarax’ eyes shimmer a little wet, but then he pulls her close and kisses her so sweetly she barely hears the kids cheering again.

They are on their fourth kiss when Dulsissia realizes the children are now running back and forth between them and the ship and a glance behind Davarax reveals they are setting up a celebration feast of sweets, cookies and other treats, carefully placed across a blanket on the ground.

She looks up at Davarax with a soft gasp. “You guys have planned this for ages!”

Davarax shrugs, trying to look guilty and failing because of the pleased smile on his lips. “I needed help to find the perfect place. And putting the blaster together. And getting the food. And… everything, really. I couldn’t have done it without them.”

Tearing up again, Dulsissia drags him down for a fifth kiss before dragging him over to the blanket. “Ooooh, this looks so nice!” She waves a finger at Barthor. “Make sure you put some aside for you, baby. Don’t make me angry on my wedding day.”

Barthor ducks his head down and makes a pleased and embarrassed huff. “Okay.”

They all settle down on the blanket. Raga slaps Paz over the fingers as he aims to grab the first cookie, declaring Dulsissia and Davarax gets to choose first. Sulking, he agrees.

Dulsissia makes sure not to touch the cookie he wanted. Davarax does the same. Which means she has to kiss him again.

“So…” Corin says, sitting on Davarax’ other side, not by his mother for once. “So now that you two are, like, married… With you married to my mom…”

Chewing on a cookie, Davarax glances over at him. “Mmh?”

“Does that mean I call you ‘Dad’ now?” Corin asks just as Davarax swallows.

Choking, coughing, wheezing, Davarax ends up grabbing a bottle of water and takes a swig from it, aware of how not only Corin, but everyone is looking at him. His spouse included. 

Lowering the bottle, Davarax gets rid of the final couple of coughs still lingering before putting the bottle down again and Davarax focuses on Corin to speak the truth. “That’s entirely up to you, Corin. If you want to call me that, I would be honoured. If you want to keep calling me ‘Davarax’, that is perfectly okay. This is your choice, not my decision, and I promise that whatever you choose is fine with me.”

Dulsissia discretely slides her hand over and takes a hold of Davarax’ hand between them.

Corin frowns as he looks down at the blanket, considering things. “I always wanted a dad. My father was… my father. I read about dads and they were not like him. Dads in the books were more like…” He glances back at Davarax. “They were like you. I would like to have a dad like you.”

“And I would be proud to have you as my son.” Davarax replies in a gentle voice.

Embarrassed but so very happy, Corin dives in and wraps his arms around Davarax.

Placing his own arm around Corin, hugging him close, Davarax then leans down and quietly murmurs: “Corin. Ni kar'tayli gai sa'ad “

#the mandalorian his son and the storm trooper #what if #Dulsissia Motti #Davarax #Teenager Corin #Fearsome Four #Mandorin AU #Sugar warning for the epilogue

[gureishi]

#6 Saeyoung / fm. Can it be kind of angsty with a good amount of nsfw please thank you

Your wish is my command! But for real though, I got a little carried away with this one because I just loved the scenario too much. Don’t raise the bar for me, y’all—these won’t all be this long! (Maybe. Unless they are. Who knows.)

six: just cause you don’t know what to say

SaeyoungXReader, M (sex!), words: 2846

Warning: this is NSFW! Don’t proceed if you don’t wanna read smut, pls~

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He’s hurt again.

Why is he always…

You thought you’d never have to see it again: Vanderwood delivering him to you unceremoniously, his shoulder bandaged; him limping toward you, holding out his good arm hopefully as if expecting you to run to him.

But here you are again. You stand in the garage, arms crossed over your chest. His expression falters as he takes in your posture—you’re certainly not leaping into his arms.

“H-hi babe!” He plays dumb, tries a big smile. You can see cuts and bruises on his face, and you don’t miss the way he winces as he gives you what he clearly thinks is an enthusiastic wave. You don’t move. He says your name, a little more quietly, a little more tentatively.

You force yourself to take a deep breath—in and out. You want to yell, to launch yourself at him and hit his stupid, beautiful face and make him swear never to leave you again.

“Where were you?” you ask instead, keeping your voice as level as you can. You don’t do a great job—he visibly recoils and you see Vanderwood already trying to slink off into the shadows.

Saeyoung takes another step toward you and you hold up a hand to stop him. There’s a pained look in his eyes, and you don’t think it’s from the injuries.

“You told me you were going to look at some files,” you say, hearing how cold your voice sounds, seeing the way it wounds him. “Did the files bite you?”

He tries to laugh and winces again and you almost take pity on him. He’s shivering a little—it’s cold in the garage, colder outside, and he’s in a t-shirt. Someone (presumably Vanderwood) has ripped off one of the sleeves to bandage up his shoulder.

Vanderwood has almost disappeared at this point—they’ve made it to the garage door, clearly hoping to dodge your wrath.

“Hey!” You point at them they jump, standing up stick straight. It would be almost comical, if not for the situation. “So what was the plan, then? Bring him along on some stupid half-baked money-grabbing mission and just hope I’d be able to track your bodies down if you got killed?”

Vanderwood’s expression softens, just a little. You realize there are tears in your eyes and you wipe them away furiously.

“I swear to god I thought it was going to be an easy one or I wouldn’t have brought him,” Vanderwood says in their calmest, most placating voice.

“Did you know he lied to me?”

Vanderwood slowly shakes their head. “To be fair, I didn’t ask.”

“Fine.” Clearly taking this as a dismissal, they duck their head and slip into the front seat of the car they’ve left running in the driveway. You hesitate, then: “Vanderwood?” They freeze again, turn to face you. “Are you hurt?”

Again, you see warmth in their eyes—just for a moment, and then it’s gone. They look between you and Saeyoung, who’s still standing stock-still in the middle of the garage as if waiting for instructions.

“I’m fine,” Vanderwood says. 

“And does he need to go to the hospital?” You’re not messing around; if it were up to Saeyoung, he’d try and mend a broken bone himself.

“No,” Vanderwood says firmly. “Flesh wounds.” You raise your eyebrows as if to say really? and they nod. “This is nothing for him. Give him a day, maybe, and he’ll be back to normal.”

Without giving you the chance to ask anything else, Vanderwood gives you a little salute and revs the engine. You look down at the pavement, pushing back your tears by sheer force of will. You wail till their car is out of sight before addressing Saeyoung again.

“If they say you’re fine, then fine,” you say, and you turn on your heel and stalk back to the bunker—you’ve left the door hanging open, and the cold air is getting in.

Saeyoung still doesn’t move.

“A-are you going to let me inside?” he asks in a small voice. For a moment, you want to tell him no. You want to lock yourself up in his huge empty house (Saeran is out, at a doctor’s appointment, so you really would be alone), leave him there, make him wait until you’re ready to forgive him.

But you don’t do this—of course you don’t.

“Come in, then.”

You leave the door open for him and slip out of your shoes, kicking them against the wall with perhaps slightly too much fervor. He follows you, so slowly, so quietly, like he’s afraid to make a sound. Again, you feel a twinge of guilt. You wonder if it’s too late to go back, to forget it all, to wrap him up in your arms and kiss his bruises and reassure him that he’s safe.

Not yet.

He follows you, silently, down the hall and into the living room. You cross your arms again and face him. He looks so pitiful. Don’t give in.

“Saeyoung, tell me why you lied to me.”

He fidgets, like he always does when he’s nervous. He taps out a pattern on his leg with one hand; his injured arm hangs limply at his other side.

“I don’t know,” he says finally, almost inaudibly. There’s a dark, hollow look in his eyes, like he’s receding into himself.

“Hey.” Finally—finally—you move closer, and he flinches when you reach for him. You run a gentle finger along a new cut on his cheek, which intersects with an old scar. “You put me through about eight hours of torture, wondering where you were and if you were even alive, after I finally figured out you weren’t just ‘looking at files’ at Vanderwood’s house. You owe me an explanation.”

He swallows; his throat is dry. “It’s the only thing I know how to do,” he says in that same toneless voice. You sigh loudly. There are a million emotions battling inside you: you want to scold him; you want to check his wounds and re-dress them; you want to scream at him; you want to hold him.

“Sit,” you say. He sits on the couch, a little stiffly, and you go to the kitchen, get him a glass of water. You know enough about the kinds of missions he used to go on for the agency to understand more or less what he’s been doing for the last day. “I thought the agency didn’t exist anymore,” you say, returning to him; he takes the water gratefully and drinks it all, a little too fast.

“It doesn’t,” he says. “This was, um. Somebody Vanderwood owed a favor to. I think they just want…a clean slate.”

“And?” You perch on your knees beside him. You don’t have to forgive him, but you do have to see what’s going on with his shoulder. He flinches, inhaling sharply, as your fingers graze the bandage.

“It’s done,” he says hoarsely. He hesitantly takes your hand off his arm and clutches it tightly in his own. “I’m—I’m really sorry I lied to you,” he stammers. “I shouldn’t’ve done that.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” You slip your hand out of his grasp, return to the bandages. He tries his best to sit still as you unwrap them. Vanderwood was right—the wound is already healing. You’ve seen him with much, much worse. 

You leave him again, gather the supples you need. When you’d first moved into the bunker, it was bare—he had no food to speak of, minimal personal possessions. Even then, though, he had first aid supplies: enough to stock several small hospitals.

You sit cross-legged on the couch, and he’s quiet as you clean the deep cuts in his shoulder and arm, as you wrap them with fresh bandages. You don’t ask how he got these particular injuries, and he doesn’t volunteer the information.

Finally, you stand, eyeing your work. You’ve done a pretty good job.

“Now take off your clothes.”

His eyes, which had been half-lidded as you worked—he’s exhausted, you can see it written in every line on his face—shoot open. Wide open. He laughs nervously.

“Umm, d-does that mean you forgive me?”

He’s blushing. Oh god.

“Of course not,” you say, too loudly. The back of your neck feels hot. “I need to see where else you’re hurt, idiot.”

“R-right.” He looks crestfallen and you almost laugh, almost bend down and press a searing kiss to his cute lips, dry and cracked as they are. But you don’t.

“I’m serious.”

He gulps and tugs off his shirt. It gets stuck on his head due to a combination of his bandaged shoulder and the one roughly torn-off sleeve. He struggles a little and it’s so adorable and sad that you can’t stand it, so you help him.

“Thanks,” he says in a low voice. The shirt is off.

“Shit, Saeyoung…”

His shoulder is the worst of it, but there are little cuts and bruises everywhere. A dark bruise, already purpling, runs up his side. You touch it as gently as you can and he shivers.

“Does it hurt?”

“N-not exactly…”

You feel his eyes boring into you and when you look up you can’t help but shudder—there’s a very familiar dazed, needy look on his face.

“Babe, not right now…!” The pet name slips out before you can stop yourself. You feel yourself melting a little, scorched by his gaze.

“I’m so sorry I lied,” he whispers and he makes his voice sound husky in a way he knows always sends a shiver up your spine. “I won’t do it again.”

Oh god.

Tentatively, he runs one hand down your side, skating over your hip. Fuck.

“Will you promise me never to do that again?” you ask him, trying to keep your voice stern—but it still comes out breathy and desperate. 

“I swear,” he says. He’s getting more confident, bolstered by the yearning you can’t keep out of your voice. God, how you’d missed him. His slips his hand under your shirt, skating up your ribcage. You let him.

“What do you swear?” you ask. He takes your hips in both hands then and tugs you roughly onto his lap. You wriggle, straddling him, and he gasps, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

“T-to never lie to you again,” he says. His hips are shaking. “To not do stuff that might get me killed anymore.”

“Even if Vanderwood asks you to?” He moans softly as you grind your hips against him; realizing you have all the power, you fumble with the button of his pants—unhook it, undo the zipper.

“No matter who asks m-me—ahhhh.”

You palm him through his boxers and he moans, wriggling beneath you. You take his good hand in yours and guide it to your leg, up your thigh, under your skirt, around your hip. You brush a hand over him again, feeling the way he’s straining against his underwear.

“And you’re really, really, really sorry?” you ask. You grind your hips against his erection and he mumbles something incoherent. He’s got a death grip on your thigh.

“What was that?”

“I-I…yeah, I…d-don’t know what else to say…” he mutters. You flutter your hips back and forth and feel his legs shuddering beneath you.

“Then don’t,” you say firmly. “Just touch me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice. His hand springs to action, trailing up your inner thigh and ghosting over your already-wet underwear.

“Don’t tease me right now,” you say. He audibly gulps and then moves one calloused finger over your clit, through your underwear. You see sparks and your vision goes blurry. There’s a burning heat inside of you now—you feel swollen and needy.

He flicks his finger over you again, falling into a rhythm. He’s gentle yet persistent. You scrunch your eyes shut and fireworks burst behind your closed eyelids and you have to grab the couch for purchase, avoiding his hurt shoulder. Your toes curl.

“Goddammit, Saeyoung…!” you whimper, and he moves faster, stirring the burning, blinding feeling inside you. You can’t help the way your hips are shaking and you can tell it’s driving him mad, too; he moans, deep and low, as you brush against his trapped erection again, and the sweet sound tears you open.

It’s as if you’re floating just above your body, watching from outside yourself. You feel the warm ocean of sensations cascading around you; you see yourself from above as your eyes fly open, your arms trembling, barely holding you up as you crest into him.

The feeling recedes in bits and pieces, trickling away, and you pant as you come down.

“Th-that was so hot,” he whispers. His eyes are dark, his pupils huge; through both of your underwear, you feel him twitch.

“I’ve never come quite like that before,” you murmur, inches from his lips; and then you kiss him, searing hot like the longing you felt when he was gone, hard like the way you wanted to hit him when you saw he’d gotten himself hurt again.

There’s a moment—a brief, flickering moment—when you think about sliding off his lap and walking away, leaving him trembling and desperate. You could.

But you want to feel him inside you too badly—want to see the look of utter relief and release on his sweet, bruised face.

You slip from his lap and tear your underwear off, not bothering with the rest of your clothes. He gazes up at you, adoringly, as if waiting for confirmation that you’re going to allow him the satisfaction he so desperately craves.

You bend over him and slip his boxers down; he sighs with relief as he springs free of the constraining fabric.

“Stay still.”

You straddle him again and brush against his tip, just barely touching. Another little spark bursts behind your eyes.

“P-please…” he whispers, and you see he’s long gone already; he looks almost drunk, his eyes unfocused.

So you oblige him. You slide onto him, sinking him deep into you, and moans a string of incoherent syllables. You lift up your hips, using the couch for support, avoiding his hurt arm, the cuts on his chest.

He’s unraveling before your eyes and it’s beautiful to watch. You slide your hips up and back, down and forward, slowly and then faster, faster, and he whimpers, and you feel a little shudder deep inside you as he thrusts back against, pushing himself deeper. He’s gasping for air and you clench your thighs around his hips and take control again, moving in a figure-eight, excruciatingly slow. 

He groans and suddenly his arm is around your waist and, in an instant, you’re on your back on the couch, his face hovering over yours. Then he’s inside you again and the thrill of the moment gets to you and you moan along with him, clutching desperately at the fabric of the couch.

“S-Saeyoung, your arm—” you gasp. He holds up his injured arm and wiggles it in the air, showing you that it’s safe, and you laugh, clenching as he thrusts into you, and he’s completely undone.

He closes his eyes as he comes, head thrown back, and you skate your fingers over the exposed skin of his neck.

Eventually, he stills, panting—he lowers himself, collapsing against your chest. You wrap your arms all the way around him and nuzzle your face into his hair.

“So,” you say softly. “Was that your way of distracting me from scolding you?” He opens one golden eye and peers up at you.

“Did it work?”

“Saeyoung!”

“Ahhh! Sorry!”

You playfully bat at him and he rolls off of you, pulling himself up, running a hand through his sweaty, messy hair. His eyes are clear now.

“You can’t use sex to get me to forgive you whenever you do something bad, you know,” you tell him.

He waggles his eyebrows at you. “Can’t I?” 

“No!”

“I know.” He sounds serious now, and he carefully knees beside you, taking your hand. “I am genuinely sorry I lied to you,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “I am sorry I got myself in another dangerous situation and made you worry. I promise not to do it again.”

“Good,” you say. You press little kisses to each of his calloused fingertips. “Now go change and get emotionally prepared because Saeran’s going to be home soon and he’ll be even madder at you than I was.”

Saeyoung yelps, shoots up from the couch, winces, and stumbles to the bedroom, pants still bunched around his thighs.

You’re serious about the promise—you mean to hold him to it. But it’s so hard to stay mad at him, you think, stretching and collecting your underwear from where it’s gotten wedged between two couch cushions. He’s just too easy to forgive.

#mystic messenger #mysticmessenger #mysme #mm #request #gureishi writes requests #otomefoxystar #saeyoung choi #707 #saeyoungxreader #707xreader #spicy spaceship

[sunarinexe]

skating dates with the haikyuu boys

ft ~ suna rintarou, oikawa tooru, kozume kenma, tendou satori, hinata shoyo <3

suna rintarou ~

you know this mf is filming EVERYTHING you do

whether you finally ace an awesome trick or you're falling straight on your ass, the camera is out and flash is on.

probably one of the best skaters out of all the haikyuu boys

if you ask him to hold your hand while riding, he'd keep stepping out of your reach then laugh his ass off if you fell over.

would eventually hold your hand and skate in a line with you 🥺

"RIN STOP MOVING IM GONNA FALL!!" you yelled as you wobbled on your board. rin kept stepping just out of your reach to help with your balance. "come on baby, im literally not moving anywhere" he chuckled, looking at you directly in the eye as he stepped back again.

You stretched your hand out to grab onto your boyfriend. Your hands nearly touched but you leaned slightly too far. The skateboard slipped from underneath you, sending you flying. Hearing a snort from above, you look up to see your tall boyfriend laughing at you. "HAHAHA!" he chuckled at you. "really y/n, you should have seen your face! good job i caught it on camera right?".

You pouted as you saw his phone that was obviously recording your embarrassing moment. Rin saw your annoyed look and slipped his phone into his hoodie pocket. Crouching down to your level, he took your hands softly, as to not hurt the grazes, and he pulled you up. He brought your small hands and softly kissed the marks to soothe them. The entire time, he looked into your eyes.

"Come on, we really gotta work on your balance" he said softly, helping you back on your board, getting on his right by your side. Squeezing tightly onto your hand, he turned his head to give you a soft smile. You smiled back at him, both of you giving a soft push to skate across the path side by side.

tooru oikawa ~

the BIGGEST scaredy cat out of all of them

screaming he's gonna die even tho hes 5cm above the ground

convinced he's gonna break at least 8 bones

if he does fall over, make sure you have band aids and a kiss better because he won't stop whining until you hand em over

"Y/N-CHAN HELP ME!!". You're sat on a wall, resting your hand in your palm, watching your 6 ft tall boyfriend, screaming like a girl. "Tooru you're fine, you're not gonna fall" you said, giggling. It was amusing watching your lanky boyfriend's long limbs flailing as he tried to keep himself still while the skateboard shifted continuously under his feet. "Y/N-CHANNN" he whined. Smirking and rolling your eyes, you hopped off of the wall to rescue Tooru. As soon as you got within 2 ft of him, he latched onto you, gripping you tightly. "Calm down, Kawa, here hold my hand and I'll help you" you said, clutching his hand and squeezing it to reassure him.

Calming down a bit, Tooru looked at you with a slightly nervous smile. "Heh... y'know Y/N-chan, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just sai-OW WAIT NO DONT LET GO IM SORRY!!" Smirking, you walked slowly next to him, steering him while giving him pointers on how he should angled his feet.

(side note: "Hey Y/N-chan, will you show me some of your tricks?". defo takes aesthetic pictures of you skating and some of him not skating but with the board to make him look cool on the gram)

kozume kenma ~

was the biggest surprise that he could actually skate pretty well

doesn't do any fancy-ass tricks but can go pretty fast without falling

will 9/10 bring his switch with him and probs bandage you up if you fall but dont expect him not to laugh a bit.

"Kenmaaa come onn teach me to go fast like you!" you whined at your boyfriend, who was sat on top of a skate ramp playing on his switch. Without taking his eyes off of his game, he smirked "You can do it babe, I believe in you". You rolled your eyes, picking up your now-flipped board and setting it down.

You angled the board away from any of the ramps so you wouldn't crash, and pushed yourself down the pathway. You rested your foot behind the one in front. You tried to steer your way around the park but the board was becoming unsteady and wobbling until it slipped out from under you, sending you flying forward and landing on your knees.

"Shit Y/N are you okay?" you heard followed by hurried footsteps. You looked up to see Kenma crouching over you with a slightly worried expression on his face. "Damn, I thought you're steering was better than that. Come on, let's get you cleaned up." He slipped his arm under your cut knees and carried you over to the ramp where your backpacks sat with his game and board.

After taking the bandages out of his backpack (it was like he knew this was gonna happen), he gently wrapped your knees in the soft bandage, leaving a small kiss on each one. Kenma stood up and put both his and your bags on his shoulders and helped you down from the ramp. "I can carry my bag y'know babe?" He took your hand in yours and walked you over to where your board was left. "No it's okay, but do you think you could carry your board though?" he replied.

You looked up at him with a bright smile "Yep don't worry about it!". You tried to run to your board but Kenma stopped you. "Hey, hey, slow down, you gotta be careful 'kay?". You squeezed his hand in a reassuring manner. "Okay, good. Come on let's get home. I wanna charge my switch, it's almost dead"

satori tendou ~

ugh supportive boyfie!

he would be a huge hypeman

brings the best snacks and drinks too bc bby you're gonna be out till 3am

would try and teach you some tricks but probs fall off demonstrating

gives you a spare one of his hoodies he brought just in case

"Wow baby, you're getting pretty good at this you might catch up with me soon!" Satori yelled from the other side of the park. It was pretty late, around 2am so there wasn't anyone else around. "Satori! Shush, people will be trying to sleep, you don't have to shout" you said, walking over to him, board in hand. He ran up to you, giggling, and took your board from you and set it on the floor. You were confused as to what he was doing, but as he was crouched down to put the hoard on the floor, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and hoisted you into the air.

You screamed in surprise and laughed really hard, "Satori put me down, you're gonna drop me!" you cried, as he started to tip you over his shoulder. "Ah-ah-ah, baby, you gotta be quiet, people are sleeping~" he said while jumping around with you in his arms. You started softly hitting at his back, begging him to put you down. When he finally did, he tucked a loose piece of hair behind your ear, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. "Come on, let's take a little break"

You guys sat on your skateboards next to each other, watching funny tiktoks, seeing who could down a monster the fastest (satori won) and who cluld catch the most gummy bears in their mouth. A chill ran up your spine, while watching a tiktok Satori was showing you and he eyed you from the side. He placed the phone in your hand so you could carry on watching and grabbed his spare hoodie from his backpack. Without warning, he just shoved your head through the hoodie and pulled your arms through. You looked at him lovingly as he sat beside you again, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. "I love you a lot Satori. Thank you for everything you do for me". You turned to look at him, confused as to why he had such a wide-eyed expression that immediately softened when your eyes met. Stroking your cheek gently, "I love you too y/n. Thank you for being mine"

(side note: 🥺)

shoyo hinata ~

this poor baby

tries SO hard to do it well but just keeps falling

BUT he always has a smile on his face

ugh this little sunshine

has random snacks and candies in his pockets

will probs take you out for fast food too

"Y/N LOOK IM DOING IT!" your short boyfriend called out to you. You had to admit he wasn't doing a terrible job- oh wait he just fell. You ran over to Shoyo, expecting him to be in pain or a bit defeated at least. Nope. Turns round with the brightest smile saying, "Aw man i was so close!". You chuckled lightly, grabbing his hand to help him up.

"Come on, let's take a hydration break, you've been at it for like an hour straight". You and Shoyo sat on both of your boards sharing some snacks and candies while drinking from your water bottles. "Hey baby look!" he said, pointing at the sky. "It's a cloud that looks like a cat!" You looked up to see a kitty cloud, making you giggle a bit. "Wait, you should totally take a picture and send it to Kenma!" you suggested. "OH MY GOD THATS A GREAT IDEA!" he shouted. Fumbling for his phone, taking a snap of the cloud and sending it to "Kenma the Kat 🐱" on snap. "Tell him i said hi too" you told Shoyo.

After about 10 more minutes of snapping back and forth with Kenma, you started to pack up your things, suggesting to Shoyo you two go get some burgers on the way home. He agreed but instead of getting up, he shimmied his position on his board so he was sat with legs on either side. You raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out your boyfriend's antics. Before you could put two and two together, Shoyo gave himself a huge push and went flying down the path while sitting on the board, screaming all the way.

You had to carry both your bags and your board, chasing him down so you didn't lose him.

(side note: hes too cute pls)

thank you for reading and i hope you enjoyed it! <3

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[wormstacheangel]

6th of December, 2021

Hello! Welcome to day 6 of this countdown to Christmas where I just add some Christmas decorations and call it a Christmas fic lol It’s more of Dean and Jack relationship because nothing is fixed over night. Masterpost link here!

Summary: So these are set in 2021 after Cas was rescued from the Empty. He is working on remodeling their new home, Jack is a Nephilim again, Dean works in a garage and they all live together as a happy family with Miracle the dog. Sam and Eileen are still hunters who mostly kick ass from the bunker as they run the network. More family’s and friends pop up along the way because everything is fine and nothing hurts!

“Dean, you need to calm down before we get there.”

“No.”

“Dean.”

“I told Sam-!” Dean’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he drove closer to the bunker. “I told him I didn’t want Jack anywhere near a damn hunt and now he’s...he couldn’t even fly home, Cas!”

“He’s not hurt. He just overworked himself.” Cas reached over and placed a hand on Dean’s shoulder, squeezing it gently. “Jack’s fine but we’re not gonna be if you wrap us around a tree. So slow down.”

Dean took a deep breath as he eased his foot off the pedal. He didn’t say anything more about the subject as he focused on driving and on Cas’s hand that kept skimming his arm in comfort.

When they got to the bunker Dean felt a pang of sadness to see his once upon a time home crawling with strangers but that feeling was overpowered by his need to see his kid. People moved out of the way as he made his way through the familiar halls to head to Jack’s old room, Cas’s hand in his was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind in worry and anger. 

“Dean!” He heard a familiar voice and he turned to see Claire running towards them from the library. He can feel his boyfriend freeze when he saw that she had a huge blood soaked bandage on her forehead. 

She ran straight into Cas’s arms for a hug and he was quick to hold her, hiding his face in her hair as he sighed in relief. 

“Hiya, Cas.”

“Claire.” Cas sighed happily and left a kiss on top of her head before he pulled away to look at her. “Are you okay? What are you-?” 

His voice trailed off as he reached to touch the band aid, his fingers lingering over it for a second before his expression twisted into guilt. “I’m sorry I can’t...I can’t heal you.”

“I’m fine.” She smiled reassuringly at him while she pushed his hands off her. “Come on. Jack is asleep but I don’t want to leave him alone for too long.”

“Where’s Sam?” Dean asked as they followed her down the hall again. “Why is he alone? Where’s Eileen?”

“They’re around here somewhere. It's just been a little hectic since this morning. So I volunteered for babysitting services.”

“Thank you, Claire.” Cas quietly tells her, the sincerity making Claire blush as they stop outside of Jack’s door. 

“Well he’s my little brother right?” She shrugged looking away from Cas who looked like he was just told that he won a trip to Disney World. “Plus, he kind of saved all our asses back there. Mine mostly.”

“Thanks kid.” Dean dipped his head to kiss her head before he opened the door to Jack’s room. 

He saw Jack was sleeping on his back, the brown ugly blankets didn’t compare to the space themed one’s he had at home, with his teddy stuffed under his arm. His room looked untouched from the last time Dean was there, the only additions have been a small plastic Christmas tree on the nightstand and some string lights hanging around his bed. 

Cas rushed over to sit at Jack’s side and started to push his hair off his face. “Hey, Jack, we’re here. Dads are here to take you home, okay? Everything is okay.”

Jack made a pushy noise as he squished his face together before he peaked his eye open to look back at Cas, a small smile playing on his lips. “Dad.”

“Yeah,” Cas took his hand and squeezed it. “I’m right here, honey.”

Dean walked over to stand beside Cas' side so Jack could see him and touched his arm. “Get some rest, Jack. We’ll go home soon, okay?”

Jack gave a slight nod before he frowned. “I’m sorry I...I didn’t listen-”

“Shh,” Cas reached over to kiss his head. “It’s okay. Just get some sleep and we can talk about it later.”

Jack's eyes looked to find Dean. “Don’t be mad, Dean.”

Dean flinched at hearing Jack say his name and he feels his body run cold. He saw Cas look up at him before he stood up and motioned for Dean to take his seat besides their son.

“Come on, Claire. Let’s go find Sam.” 

Dean didn’t watch them leave as he sat by Jack’s side, taking his son’s hand while he smiled down at him. “Hey, it’s Dad to you.”

Jack smiled at that, it was small and tired looking. “Dad, I’m sorry,” Dean was about to interrupt him but Jack shook his head to let him finish. “I was on my way home but I heard Kaia radio in for help. Claire was...she was hurt. Badly.”

Dean couldn’t help but reach over and touch his son’s face, bruises were covering him but they looked like they were slowly healing themselves. 

“It’s okay. We’re not...I’m not mad.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.” Dean smiled at his kid trying to reassure him. “I was just worried.”

“Why? It’s not like I can really get hurt-”

“Jack,” Dean interrupts him as he squeezes his eyes shut and takes a breath before looking back at him. “You’re my son and I...I love you,” He let those words settle in the air before he continued, not meeting Jack’s gaze as he fussed over Jack’s hand in between both of his. “So I worry about you. Shit, I worry about you when I send you to the store for some eggs. That’s just how a parent feels all the time apparently. Or the good one’s at least.”

“I love you too, Dad.” His kid said with a soft smile, not the first time he said it but it was the first time Dean ever managed to get the words out himself. 

Dean pretended like that didn’t affect him at all as he stood up and started tucking Jack back under his blanket. “Yeah. Yeah, just get some sleep. I’ll get your sister to come watch you while I go talk to Sam.”

Jack smiled but gave a slight nod, his eyes closing as Dean leaned down to kiss his head. Then quietly and quickly he said, “Love you.” before walking out the bedroom door to find Claire waiting for him.

“And here I was thinking you weren’t good Dad material.” Claire teased him but her expression was soft, just as worried as Dean was. “He’s been worried about your reaction the whole time.”

Guilt knotted his stomach as flashbacks of awful words slipping through his mouth. “Yeah, well, I haven’t always been the nicest to the kid.”

“Yeah, Kaia really struggled to warm up to you too.” She pushed off the wall and reached to touch his shoulder. “He saved so many people today. You should be proud.”

“I am.”

“Dean?” He heard Sam walking over to him with Cas and Eileen towing behind him. “Dean, I’m so sorry! I tried stopping him but by the time I turned around he was gone and I raced over as fast as I could...everything went so fast!”

“Sammy, it’s fine. Jack is fine. Claire is fine.” Dean brought his brother down for a tight hug. “We’re fine.”

They ended up spending the night. Jack woke up but still was tired enough to not want to get out of bed. So Claire suggested a family movie night so they can all stay together for a while longer. 

That’s how Claire and Cas ended up laying on either side of Jack while they watched Jim Carrey’s The Grinch. Dean brought some pizza’s over while Eileen and Sam brought some extra chairs they can all sit on. 

The noise and bustle of the bunker outside Jack’s bedroom door was forgotten. All that mattered now was that his family was okay. Later, when he’s alone he can freak out that he was really a damn Dad now and that maybe he had more than one adopted kid. 

Sam and Eileen sneaked off as the movie ended, ready to head to their own bed, while Dean covered his boyfriend and two kids in extra blankets while they slept curled up together. 

“That’s fine. I love sleeping in chairs.” He mumbled to himself mostly. He left a kiss on top of all their heads before he got comfortable on the chair to get a few hours before he had to drive tomorrow.

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[winryofresembool]

Things We Lost in the Fire, ch 31

aka Caleo uni au

Fic summary: Calypso starts studying at a new university, but to her annoyance her new flatmate is a loud mouthed mechanic who also likes to sneak his dog in whenever. But as she learns to know him better, she realizes they might have more in common than what she first thought. Eventually, even the darkest secrets come out…

Chapter summary: At Waystation, pt 4/?

A/N: Soo sorry about the long wait! This was a very long and kind of tricky chapter to write so it took me longer than I would have wanted. But in a way this is (ironically) a good day to post this chapter as it's the Mother's day in many parts of the world today. (Happy Mother’s day Esperanza Valdez ;___;)

Before we head into this chapter, I want to give you guys a warning that it (specifically, the flashback in the beginning of the chapter) talks about what happened to Leo's mother, so in case you find that too hard to read, feel free to skip it. (If you have read HoO, I think you can somewhat guess what to expect)

Thanks for all the amazing support you guys have given me so far! ♥ It's what keeps me going! Now, enjoy, and remember that I'd really like to hear what you think because there's a lot going on in this chapter!

Words: 5550 (yeah, long one)

Genre: romance & hurt/comfort

Warnings: minor character death (talked about), be aware!

previous chapter / AO3

*flashback*

There was fire. So much fire.

Leo had been tinkering with his toy tools and drawing some simple blueprints in the living room when he had remembered that he had left his hammer into his room. He went to look for it and it took him a couple of minutes to locate it from under the unfinished toys and papers he had thrown around. Unfortunately, that couple of minutes had been enough for all hell to break loose in the living room.

He started smelling smoke and ran back downstairs to see where it came from. The wooden floor and several pieces of furniture in the living room were on fire, which seemed to have started from the papers he had left near the fireplace. Leo’s mind went completely blank like a machine that had just been shut down. The only thing that he was capable of thinking was: what do I do?

His mother had put a fire in the fireplace before she had left to run some errands because it had been a cold day. She had warned Leo several times to be careful with it, even putting a bucket of water and a smothering blanket nearby in case of emergency. But it was already too late to use them; the fire had already spread too far in the room. Because of his state of panic, it took Leo a while to manage to make decisions, but finally, his brain told him: get your phone so you can call mom, and run.

What his 8-year-old brain didn’t understand: he should have just left the building right then and asked a neighbor or someone to call the fire department instead. But Leo could only think how the very thing his mother had been worried about just happened and how she’d probably never forgive him for – no matter how accidentally – burning their home. He had vague memories of leaving his cell phone that he had gotten a few months earlier on his birthday into his room, so he ran upstairs as quickly as he could with his short, wobbly legs. However, the phone wasn’t on his desk like he had anticipated, and it took him a while to remember he had thrown it under the bed after getting frustrated with his homework; the words on the textbook they were supposed to read had not made any sense to him.

Once he finally found the cell phone and went back downstairs to leave the building, the fire had already spread so much that he could barely see anything from the smoke. Coughing, he tried to cover his mouth with his shirt so he could protect himself from the smoke and dash to the door, but he soon realized it was not possible. His road was blocked, and the only way for him to get out would be through the upstairs windows.

Leo didn’t have the time to figure out how to open the windows so he ended up breaking his bedroom window with a real hammer that he happened to find nearby. Shaking, breathing heavily and trying to avoid the glass shards, he looked down. The fall would be quite big, at least 5-6 meters, but he was no stranger to broken bones. The fights with other school kids had taught him a thing or two about that. He would still be more likely to survive the fall than trying to go out from downstairs; at least there were no stones or other hard objects under the window. He was so full of adrenaline that he didn’t even notice that his hands were bleeding; they had hit the broken glass when he had peeked out.

Finally, he managed to gain enough courage to climb up the windowsill and lift one of his legs over the edge. In the process he scraped himself some more in the glass and tore his pants a bit as well, but who cared? It was a very minor thing compared to his mother’s face if she’d find him dead in the house. For a moment Leo thought about all the blueprints and devices in development in the basement of the house, how hours and hours of his mother’s work would go to waste if the entire house burned down – but that was a thing to worry about for later. It was already too late to do anything but to try to escape.

With a huge lump in his throat as he imagined how his mother would hate him when she’d find out about the fire, Leo finally lifted his other leg over the edge as well, sitting on the windowsill with his legs hanging in the air. The distance between him and the ground seemed even bigger than it had earlier, but he had to do this. Slowly, he inched himself forward, hesitating a bit more, but the sound of the fire breaking something downstairs startled him and finally, he dropped down.

After that his memories started getting hazy. He fainted when hitting the ground and when he first woke up he noticed the pain in his left ankle and some blood coming from his forehead. He was laying on the grass, not unharmed but at least alive, and suddenly he got aware that he had to get farther from the house because the fire could easily spread to the surrounding grounds. He could only hope that a neighbor or a passerby had already called the fire department because he himself would not be able to do that, not with his dizzy head and the pain everywhere in his body. Before he passed out again, his last thought was: when would his mother be back?

The next time he was conscious, he remembered trying to drag himself forward with his hands. He could not stand up, and not even crawl, so that was the only thing he could do. Inch by inch, he got a bit farther from his falling spot, and by that time he also started hearing some distant sirens and human yells somewhere, but his mind could not comprehend what all of it meant.

After that, the next thing he remembered was being lifted from the ground by a first responder. The man tried to tell him soothing words, probably something like ‘poor child, it will be alright’, but Leo didn’t care. He wished the fogginess of his brain would just fade so he could speak and walk on his own feet and find out what happened to his mother – if she returned yet – but afterwards, he wished he would have never found out.

He kept slipping in and out of consciousness for a while, not really sure what was happening around him, until finally he woke up in the hospital. One of his legs and arms had been plastered and a bandage had been wrapped around his head. Already he wished he could have just ripped them off and run away but he knew that wasn’t possible. A couple of minutes later, a nurse finally arrived at his bedside.

“Oh, good, I’m glad you’re awake,” she said, testing his forehead to see if he had a fever. “You scared us there, young one.”

“It’s not me you should be worried about! Where’s my mom?! Hasn’t anyone told her I am here?” Leo demanded in a hoarse voice.

The nurse ignored his question. “Now, what is your name?”

“Leo Valdez,” he answered grumpily, glaring at the nurse.

“Good. How old are you?” the woman asked then.

“8 years. But how does that have anything to do with anything? I want my mom here!”

“Calm down, Mr. Valdez. We are just doing some routine tests. You hit your head pretty badly. Now, do you remember your home address?”

Leo, despite still feeling quite dizzy, got really angry about the question. “Yes, I do, but it doesn’t matter! There’s probably nothing left of it anymore! Because it burned down!” The tears finally demanded to get out of his system as he added with a tiny voice: “And I don’t know where my mom is.”

The nurse looked very hesitant for a moment. “I, um… You know, I think we are gonna complete this test a bit later. There are some people who have been wanting to see you.” She looked towards the door restlessly.

“Is it mom?” Leo asked instantly.

The nurse just shook her head. “You’ll see soon.”

She let the visitors in and left the room, closing the door behind her. Leo found himself staring at a firefighter, who he vaguely recognized as the same one who had carried him to safety after his fall. With him entered a police officer whom Leo had not seen before. Why would a police officer want to meet him, he wondered. Maybe they’d sentence him to prison for burning the house down?

“It was an accident!” Leo blurted before the men had time to say anything, trying to look brave even though he had just cried.

“We know, we know,” the firefighter tried to calm him down. “That’s not why we are here. We wanted to see how you were doing, and, um…” he looked helplessly at his companion.

“We have some bad news,” the police officer went straight to the topic.

“Is it about the house?” Leo asked.

“No, it’s about your mother… she’s gone.”

It took Leo a moment to register what the police officer had said.

“What?” he yelled.

“I’m sorry, but she is dead.”

Leo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He was already so panicked that denial was his only coping mechanism left. “Again, what?”

“It is true, young man,” the police officer stated matter-of-factly.

“But she can’t be! She wasn’t even home…!” Leo squeaked, trying to make sense of the situation in his blurry, shocked mind.

The firefighter spoke this time. “I’m so sorry, son… but he’s not lying. We found her in your house. The neighbor who called us had seen her go in before we arrived, and… when we got there… it was already too late.”

“But… but…” Leo had a very hard time getting any words out at that moment. “Why… why would she go in…? And… why didn’t anyone stop her?”

Again the visitors hesitated before answering. “This is just what we heard from a couple of witnesses, but… it seems like she had gone in to… look for you…”

Leo wished the sweet unconsciousness had returned to him in that moment, but that didn’t happen. Instead, it felt like something tried to pull his heart out of his chest. His mind was going through about a hundred different things at the same time: grief, anger, denial… and perhaps above everything else, guilt. It was his fault. It was his fault that the house had burned, and it was his fault that his mother had gone into the burning house. If he had been there to warn her… if she had known… But no, he had had to jump from upstairs to the backyard from where he had been harder to find. And then he had, only half conscious, dragged himself to a nearby trench where the humidity had protected him, being even harder to spot unless you happened to walk right next to it.

That meant that his mother had gone into the house thinking he was there… and she had died thinking he had died. All because he hadn’t listened to her, because he had left some papers on which he had been drawing too near the fireplace.

‘My fault. All my fault’, was all Leo could hear in his head on repeat. He noticed that the firefighter was trying to say something, but he could not register what. Leo didn’t ask him to repeat what he had said. Instead, he stuttered with a weak voice:

“You didn’t answer my other question. Why… didn’t anyone… stop her?”

The police officer sighed sadly. “From what we know, your neighbors had tried to tell her to not go in, that there was nothing she could do, but she refused to listen. The… smoke had already suffocated her by the time we arrived.”

Leo clenched his small fists, unable to focus his gaze anywhere. Everything around him was just a meaningless blur. All of a sudden, nothing mattered to him anymore. With his mother, Leo hadn’t just lost the most important person in his life, the only person who had ever really cared about him and understood him. He had lost his home, his safety, everything that he had loved. More to himself than to the men in the room, he sobbed:

“What's going to happen to me?”

And then everything went blank.

*end flashback*

…

When Leo woke up, he noticed he was breathing very sharply. He had to tell himself to slow it down a bit, trying to focus on the breathing instead of the dream he had just seen. Once he had calmed down a bit, he realized his face was soaked from the tears. The good feeling from the day before was gone, and suddenly he remembered all too well why he hated that holiday so much. His mother had died on Christmas day, 11 years ago.

The worst part about the nightmare he had just seen? It had actually happened. Sure, the details might have changed in Leo’s mind a bit because he had been so young when his mother had died, but most of it was true. The fire, the jumping, the people in the hospital, all true. When he had still been a kid, he had dared to hope that maybe someday the memories would start fading and it wouldn’t hurt so much. But now, 11 years later, he knew better. Thanks to the therapy and Jo, Emmie and the friends’ help, he did have moments when he managed to feel happy, focus on the future and forget the pain for a time being, but when it came back, it was always as intense. And it was especially bad on Christmas days, the anniversary of those horrific events.

‘Pull yourself together’, Leo told himself. ‘This is not what your mother would have wanted for you.’

‘No’, another, the evil voice in his head said. ‘But then again, if it weren’t for you, she would still be here.’

He groaned at himself and decided that it would be better to get himself up and moving rather than lay there listening to the voices. Sitting up, he combed his fingers through his messy hair in an attempt to tame it, with little success. After that, he wiped the tears from his face, trying to pretend it had never happened. Registering the voices coming from the living room, he figured some of his family members were already awake even though it was still rather early. They, especially Georgina, were lucky that they didn’t know what was going through in his head that day; it would have ruined everyone’s Christmas.

Trying to pull himself together and put on a happy face, he got up and washed his face in the bathroom quickly before joining the family. The moment he reached the bottom of the stairs, Georgina ran to him and hugged him.

“Merry Christmas, hermano!”

Leo patted her hair absentmindedly, thinking that Georgina was now only a year older than he had been when… no, he had to stop thinking about it. If not for anyone else’s sake, then Georgina’s. She deserved to have a happy day.

“Merry Christmas to you too, hermanita. Well, did Santa visit? Did he receive my memo on your behavior towards me this year?”

Georgina pulled away from him and folded his arms. “I’m not a little baby anymore; I know Santa doesn’t actually exist. But we did get presents! Even you, although I was kind of surprised about that.”

Leo clutched his shirt. “Ouch, Georgie! I thought you were on my side!”

The siblings continued bickering playfully as they waited for the others. They had a tradition in their house that everyone needed to be there for the present opening. Soon Josephine appeared with a tray full of coffee cups, gingerbread cookies and certain small pies she used to bake every Christmas.

“Where are the others?” Georgina asked impatiently as she started stuffing the cookies into her mouth and drummed her legs against the sofa. “I want to open the presents already!”

“Calm down, Georgie,” Jo scolded her. “Emmie is checking the cats and dogs because they also need care on Christmas day, and Calypso may still be sleeping.”

“Ugh, I told her I wanna start opening the presents early!” Georgina protested. “I’ll go wake her up if she isn’t here in 10 minutes!”

“You’ll wake who up?” Calypso showed up from the stairway. Hearing her voice and seeing her face, Leo forgot for a moment why he had been so upset earlier. Somehow her presence just had that weird effect on him. She was wearing a green holiday sweater knitted by Annabeth over her pajamas – pink with some small flower prints – and her hair was flying freely, slightly wavy because of the braids that Georgie had insisted on making the previous evening. Somehow even that casual look made her look adorable in his eyes and his throat felt dry for entirely different reasons than a few minutes earlier. Leo almost missed Calypso’s next words due to his distraction. “Sorry that you had to wait, Georgina. I was finishing up one last present because I wasn’t entirely happy with it.”

“No worries!” Georgina exclaimed. Apparently the last minute gift preparing was a good enough reason to be late in her books, because Leo knew that if he had been late for the gift opening, the little girl wouldn’t have forgiven that easily.

Calypso put her pile of neatly packed presents under the tree to wait and turned to the others.

“So, merry Christmas, everyone! If I am allowed to be honest with you, I don’t really know a lot about Christmas traditions… My family never celebrated it… But I want to learn!”

“We’ll teach you,” Georgina told her immediately. “It’s gonna be so much fun, you’ll see!”

Leo wished he himself could have been as enthusiastic about the holiday as Georgina was, but tried to keep the happy face on anyway.

“Cal, try some of those pies before Georgie has eaten them all.” He pointed to the tray Jo had brought. Calypso glanced at him suspiciously for a moment. “Don’t give me that look; I swear I didn’t make them. It’s all Jo and Emmie.”

“Fine,” Calypso agreed and took a bite. “This is really good!” she exclaimed once her mouth was empty.

“Told you. Now do you trust me?” Leo asked her teasingly.

“Hmmm. That’s still to be determined,” Calypso replied, but Leo could see her smile into her piece of pie.

As everyone waited for Emmie to return inside, they kept up a light banter as they ate their Christmas breakfast in the living room. Even Leo did his best to participate in it, and soon he did feel a bit better, although if someone had looked at him more closely, they would have noticed the smile on his face didn’t reach his eyes.

Finally, Emmie arrived together with Festus and Georgina instantly pulled her towards the Christmas tree so they could start the gift sharing. A grin spread across Leo’s face as well when he watched the little girl run back and forth as she delivered the packages to their rightful owners. This was now, he tried to remind himself. What happened in the past… was in the past and his mother would probably have wanted him to enjoy these moments.

Not that he’d ever know that for sure, the nasty voice in Leo’s head said again, and the grin almost disappeared from his face.

To no one’s surprise, Georgina got the most presents because even some family friends and neighbors had sent her something (that’s what happened when she got everyone wrapped around her finger, Leo thought), but everyone else got their fair share of self made gifts as well. Leo noticed that Calypso had three packages; one from him, one from Georgina who had insisted on making her own present, and one from Jo and Emmie. He found himself wishing she’d like what he had made; he had spent quite a lot of time on it.

Before anyone could start ripping their wrapping papers off the presents, Festus was given some treats so he wouldn’t interrupt the gift opening too much. Georgina got the privilege of getting to open hers first. She chuckled at Leo’s jokes in the photo album, which Leo took as a success, and squealed excitedly at the tiny dragon toy he had carved from wood and painted. Calypso had sewed her a detailed gryphon plushie, because Leo had told her that Georgina had recently gotten interested in the mythical creatures, a topic Calypso knew a lot about. The little girl hugged the plushie enthusiastically while Calypso promised her to tell her more about the Greek mythology later when they’d have more time. Emmie gave Georgie a tiny beginning of a plant that she’d get to raise on her own, and Jo, the practical person that she was, gave her a pocket knife for tinkering with a warning that she’d only get to use it under her supervision.

Leo and Calypso allowed Jo and Emmie to open their presents next. It was mostly practical stuff, like woolly socks, self made chocolate, and new tools (which broke the ‘homemade’ rule but Leo knew Jo needed them), but Leo had also tinkered frames for a photo of the Waystation family and asked Calypso to decorate it with her paints. The final result looked pretty good in his opinion.

Next was Calypso’s turn. Georgina had attempted to crochet a potholder for her because Leo had guiltily admitted that he may have accidentally ruined one of Calypso’s potholders while cooking something. However, since she was still a beginner in the handicrafts, the potholder had some room for improvement, but Leo could see from Calypso’s happy face that she appreciated the gesture. Leo had also told his mothers that Calypso really loved her flowers, so they gave her a white orchid in a pot that Jo had once crafted. Finally, she opened the gift Leo had made for her. He was biting his lip and tapping his fingers nervously even though he tried to act nonchalant as he watched Calypso’s reaction. Before she removed the paper, she knocked on the surface of the gift, trying to guess what was in it.

“Is this a tool box? So you could borrow mine when you lose yours?” She teased.

“Well, at least that would be useful, don’t you think? But hold your horses; it’s probably not what you think it is,” Leo hinted. Calypso gave him a quizzical look and Leo took that as a sign that she really had no idea what the gift was.

“I guess there’s only one way to find out,” she noted and started carefully removing the paper. Unlike Georgina, she made sure that the paper would still be usable on some later occasion. Calypso wasn’t entirely wrong with her guess; the gift was indeed a box of sorts. But it wasn’t for tools. Instead, it was a jewelry box; wooden, self made, painted rose pink, which happened to be Calypso’s favorite color. When she opened it, she noticed a small mirror on the lid with some text on it. The box also played one of those few songs that they both happened to like. Calypso traced her finger on the smooth surface of the box for a moment before she noticed that there was still something more in the box: a silvery bracelet with a letter C hanging from it. She took it into her hands and admired it for a moment before reading aloud the text that had been written on the mirror:

“You can’t start the next chapter of your life if you keep rereading the last one.”

“Um, yeah…” Leo was unsure how he should respond. Suddenly he got worried he had been too straightforward with that message, and Calypso wouldn’t appreciate it. “It was a quote, um, that I happened to stumble upon somewhere recently… But I thought it was quite fitting?”

Calypso looked at him straight into the eyes and for a moment Leo managed to forget that there were others in the room. It was as if she was trying to message him wordlessly that she understood the meaning of the quote.

“Yes, I think it works,” she replied slowly. “For both of us.”

Leo felt his ears getting heated and attempted to comb his hair over them with his fingers to not make it so painfully obvious. Given what day it was, he understood that it was ironic he was using that quote when he himself was struggling to let go from his past.

“True,” he had to admit, looking at the others nervously from the corner of his eye. “It’s… it’s something that we both should try to remember. Something we have in common, right?”

Calypso seemed to accept his explanation. “Right. Um, this box is really beautiful. You’ve seen a lot of trouble with it. The music and all… It’s really nice. Did you even make this bracelet?”

Even though Leo should have prepared himself for that question, he felt embarrassed to reveal the bracelet’s origins, afraid it might sound too sentimental. He rubbed the back of his neck and cleared his throat to get more time to consider his answer.

“The… the chain was from an old bracelet my mom had… My biological mom, I mean. I didn’t get to keep a lot of her belongings but this had survived… and my dear aunt didn’t want to keep it so I’ve been carrying it around as a charm of some sort. But the thing is, I don’t really need it so it was Jo’s suggestion that I could give it to someone who’d use it. She helped me make this,” he showed the C, “because I don’t really…”

“Want to forge anything,” Calypso finished for him. “Yeah. I understand.”

“Good. If you don’t like it, you can give it to someone else; I’m sure my mom wouldn’t mind…”

Calypso gave him an encouraging smile. “Oh, no! This bracelet meant a lot to you so it means a lot to me. It’s a really nice gesture, Leo.”

“You’re welcome?” he replied, kind of flustered by her reaction.

Calypso fiddled with the gift for a moment before turning her attention back to Leo.

“Would you like to put this on my wrist? I’d like to see how it fits.”

“Oh… alright!” Leo agreed, wishing he could say something that didn’t make him sound like a complete idiot. But then again, he reminded himself, wasn’t that what most people thought of him? And since when had he cared?

Calypso handed the bracelet to him and Leo took a very light hold of her wrist, as if afraid that he’d burn her skin with his hot fingers. He was so focused on his task that he even forgot that it was technically against the ‘rules’ they had set, but Calypso had initiated it so who was he to deny her request? He put the chain around her wrist with fumbling fingers and closed the lock. After that he allowed his hand to stay around hers a moment longer. He swiped the surface of the chain with his finger, also touching the back of her hand by accident (or maybe on purpose). Calypso looked up from their hands to him with a surprisingly soft expression that he hadn’t seen since that day when they had promised each other to try harder to be ‘just friends’. His brain sent sparks through his spine and he felt very warm all of a sudden.

“I… um… it seems to fit, doesn’t it?” he finally stuttered, looking down at the bracelet, Calypso’s gaze still lingering in his mind. He let her wrist go and already his hand felt much colder, as if it was missing something.

“Oh, yeah,” Calypso nodded, absentmindedly fiddling with the chain of the bracelet. “It’s small enough that it won’t fall but it’s not too small.”

“Good,” Leo said, a smile returning to his face. “Guess you’re just as tiny as my mom was.” He finally managed to bring out his more playful side.

“Have you looked into the mirror lately, Mister Super-Sized McShizzle? You’re not exactly a giant yourself,” Calypso teased back.

Georgina giggled at her response. “You tell him, Calie!”

“This Georgina here, though,” Leo grinned at her, “she must really have some giant blood in her. She uses my overalls in the garage sometimes!”

“I do not,” Georgina denied quickly. “They’re stinky.”

“Yeah? And you smell like flowers and rainbows,” Leo retorted and started tickling the little girl.

For a moment Leo was able to forget that he hated Christmas as he played with Georgina, but then someone reminded him that he still had to open his own presents. He looked at the pile he had gotten and thought briefly that he had gotten more of them than what he had expected. Georgina had drawn him a picture of him with Festus and sewed him a simple pencil case for his blueprint pencils. Jason and Piper had gotten him a book about weird mechanics facts. Percy had sent him a new orange t-shirt so Leo could return him the one that he had once borrowed after a workout (which, according to Percy, was ‘way too big for him anyway’). Leo’s moms had made him an awesome tool case where even the bigger tools would fit and baked some of his favorite goodies. Finally, it was the turn for Calypso’s present, though.

“What do you think it is?” Calypso asked, glancing at him curiously.

“My first guess would have been a pack of olives because you know how much I love those things… But this doesn’t feel like them. It’s mostly soft but there are some hard parts too. Maybe a bit like a backpack?"

“That wasn’t a half bad guess,” Calypso responded. “But I won’t tell you the correct answer; you can figure it out on your own.” She invited Leo to open the present.

“Okie, Sunshine, will do.”

He ripped the paper (which was Leo’s favorite shade of red) off notably less gracefully than Calypso had done with her presents, but his mouth opened involuntarily when he saw what was inside. It was a toolbelt, not looking like one of those belts that broke in his use after the first couple of days (Leo had a habit to load them too full sometimes), but sturdy, well made. Leo wondered where she had obtained the leather she had used in it, and hoped that it hadn’t cost her too much money. The belt had four different sized pockets for the tools and it seemed like one of them had something in it, but before Leo checked what was inside, he turned to Calypso:

“How did you know I needed one of these?”

“Probably because you’ve been carrying wrenches and stuff in your jean pockets and I’ve also seen your room and that’s enough for me to be able to tell you need a place for your tools,” Calypso smirked. Leo barely heard her answer. He didn’t want to admit aloud that one of the reasons why he was suddenly feeling so sentimental about a tool belt was because it reminded him a lot of the one his mom had made for him when he was a kid. “I hope this wasn’t too much trouble…” He noted more quietly than usual.

“It was not trouble at all,” Calypso reassured him. “I have sewed more difficult things. The leather was actually from one of my old bags that my dad got for me – which I hated – so I didn’t even have to buy a lot of the materials. Besides, you yourself made this,” she knocked the wooden cover of the jewelry box, “and I bet it was a lot more difficult.”

“Nah, it wasn’t…” Leo tried to protest and he noticed the others in the room had a hard time keeping their faces straight as they listened to the flatmates competing whose present had taken more time. “The music was probably the most complicated part.”

“Okay,” Calypso said, deciding to leave the debate there. “Hey, I forgot to mention that there is something small in one of the pockets. You could check it out now.”

“Alright, I will,” Leo told her. He reached out to the said pocket and found a small box from it. His smile instantly disappeared from his face when he realized what it was. Everyone went quiet for a while as they were waiting for his reaction.

“Why would you give me matches, especially today of all days?” He lifted his gaze from the box, his eyes sparkling angrily. Before anyone could say anything, he threw the box away and jumped up from his seat. Calypso’s sad face was the last thing he saw before storming out of the room.

#caleo #leo valdez #calypso #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #trials of apollo #my fics #caleo uni au #finally this fic is living up to its name

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The Apartment: part 7

▪️for parts 1-6, click here

pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x fem! reader

ratings/warnings: swearing, manhandling (?), drinking (reminder that all characters are aged up and are of legal drinking age), ✨SPICY✨ at the end (implied stuff, 16+ probably is best), you might get some second-hand embarrassment...🤭

synopsis: You knew that living with your three best friends, Kuroo, Oikawa, and Bokuto, would be a wild ride. It’s never a dull moment with those three. Let’s just hope you can keep your huge crush on Kuroo a secret when he is only a room away.

a/n: hi friends!! ahh im really excited to post this part (i think it’s my favorite so far) and i hope you all like it too! this fic is going to be coming to an end soon (just a couple more parts 😔) BUT I’ll let you know when the last part will be. as always, my inbox is open for everything and anything you might need and you can still be added to the taglist for this fic💛 okay enough from me, enjoy xx

p.s. [PLEASE LISTEN TO THE SONG ATTACHED EITHER BEFORE READING OR RIGHT BEFORE THE 4th SECTION BREAK, trust me...]

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Seven: Careless Whisper

You and Kuroo took the train downtown. He wouldn’t tell you where you were going, except that you would like it. You were still unsure whether or not this was a date, or just his attempt to be nice to you. Regardless, you liked having Kuroo all to yourself.

You walked down the lightly lit streets. Surprisingly it was busy, people bustling around from restaurants to clubs. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the nightlife.

Kuroo led you to a dark alley, where there was a line of people trying to get inside of a building. Kuroo skipped the line and stood in front of the bouncer.

“Hey back of the line kid,” the guy said. You looked at Kuroo with a concerned expression. Kuroo smiled.

“Kuroo Tetsurou,” he said. The bouncers eyes widened.

“Oh I’m terribly sorry sir. You two enjoy your night.” The bouncer moved from in front of the door to let you two in. You looked at Kuroo, confused.

“Um how did you do that?” You asked. Kuroo laughed.

“Kenma has a lot of connections,” he smirked. You nodded.

Once inside, Kuroo led you downstairs to the scene of blaring music, people dancing, and flashing lights.

“Is this some kind of rave?” You asked.

“You could say that. One of Kenma’s gamer friends owns this club so he lets us come free of charge,” he explained.

“How come you’ve never brought me here before?”

“Well I went with Bokuto, Kenma, and Akaashi once and Bokuto was just a mess so I haven’t been back since. But it’s a good time, trust me.” Kuroo took your hand and led you to the pit.

~

The flashing lights and crowd of people was enough to give you that extra boost of confidence. You looked good and you felt good, so you knew that this was your chance to get Kuroo to see you as more than a friend. You and Kuroo danced carelessly, as if it was only you two in there. He would take your hand and spin you around, admiring this bolder side of you. You felt every beat of the music bounce off your skin. You felt alive in this moment. Kuroo noticed it too.

After maybe an hour of reckless dancing, you got a little thirsty.

“Let’s grab a drink,” suggested Kuroo. You followed him over to the bartender.

“Two gin and tonics, please,” said Kuroo. The bartender nodded and began to prepare your drinks. Kuroo looked devilishly handsome. The thin layer of sweat on his forehead from all the dancing you two had done and his perfectly messy hair was something you never got tired of looking at.

“Here you go.” The bartender placed the drinks in front of you two.

“You can put that on Kenma Kozume’s tab,” said Kuroo. You giggled.

“Cheers?” You held your drink to Kuroo. He smiled and tapped your glasses together.

“Y/N?” Kuroo looked at you tenderly.

“Yeah?” Is he gonna say it?

“I-uh-”

“HI THERE GORGEOUS!” You felt an arm wrap around you, and it certainly wasn’t Kuroo’s. You looked to see a scruffy guy, obviously drunk.

“Excuse me?” You said, pushing the guy away.

“Woah she’s got an attitude! I like it!” The guy said. Kuroo grabbed your arm, pulling you towards him.

“Hey man, leave her alone,” he ordered. The guy laughed.

“Look kid, I’m sure she’d rather be with a man than a boy right now. So why don’t you hit the road?”

Kuroo became instantly aggravated.

“Kuroo, let’s just go,” you whispered. Kuroo moved to stand in front of you.

“I said leave her alone.” He repeated. You started getting nervous.

“Kuroo please-”

“Come on pretty lady, why don’t you spend some time with me-” The guy grabbed your arm and yanked you towards him.

“Get off of me!” You yelled. Before you knew it, you heard a large CRACK and a CRASH.

Kuroo had punched the guy.

In the face.

And now he was unconscious, on the floor.

You gasped, before being led away by Kuroo.

“Sorry dude but I don’t have time for jackasses,” he said. You and Kuroo ran to the emergency exit, forcing the fire alarm on.

“Shit!”

You and Kuroo ran outside but you didn’t make it too far. You were tripping on your own feet from your heels. Kuroo noticed your hurting feet, and picked you up bridal style, running away from the club.

~

Everything happened so fast. You were still trying to process what even happened. Kuroo continued to carry you until you got to the train station. You boarded the train and Kuroo set you down in your seat.

“A-are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m okay, are you okay?” You said softly. Kuroo sighed.

“I can’t believe I brought you there, that was so stupid.”

“Hey it wasn’t your fault. That guy was just a drunk mess. And anyway, I still had fun,” you smiled. You took Kuroo’s hand with yours.

“Wait your hand!” You looked to see that his knuckles were bleeding.

“Oh yeah. I must’ve hit that guy harder than I thought,” he laughed.

“When we get home we should put some ice on it, okay?” You said. Kuroo nodded. Kuroo looked a little distraught. You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whispered. Kuroo blushed.

~

You took your keys and unlocked the door to your apartment. You headed straight for the freezer, taking a plastic bag and filling it with ice. You went over to Kuroo, who was sitting on the couch.

“Here, give me your hand,” you ordered. Kuroo gave you his beaten up hand and you gently put the ice bag on it. He winced a little at the cold sensation.

“We should probably wrap it with a bandage later too,” you suggested. He nodded. You kept your eyes on Kuroo’s large hand, as it rested on your leg with the ice pack on top. You held the bag in place for him. Kuroo kept his eyes on you, without you even realizing it.

“I didn’t think you had that kind of power in you,” you joked. Kuroo didn’t say anything. He took his free hand and placed it on your cheek. You flinched at his touch and looked at him.

“Kuroo…”

“Y/N…”

You took a deep breath.

“Kuroo I-I’m in love with you. Like deeply in love with you. I’ve never loved anyone but you and I don’t think I ever will. I know this is a long shot and you’ve shut me down before but if I don’t tell you now I don’t think I ever will. You’re my best friend but you’re also so much more to me than that. It’s okay if you don’t feel the same but I can’t hold it in anymore. And that night at the party when Oikawa told everyone that I like you, he was being serious because god damnit Kuroo Tetsurou I like you. Well really, I love you.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest. Your face felt like a million degrees. Kuroo didn’t react. He simply leaned in, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“I know,” he said. Your eyes grew.

“What?”

“I know,” he repeated.

“You know?!”

“Of course I know. I’ve known forever. You’re really bad at hiding your emotions,” he laughed. You were in shock.

“Wait but at the party-”

“I wanted to hear it from you, not Oikawa. I knew you’d tell me when you were ready,” he smiled. Your brain couldn’t process the words coming from his mouth.

“So all this time you’ve just been mentally torturing me?” You huffed. Kuroo laughed.

“Come on Y/N, I know you better than you know yourself. I probably knew you liked me before you did.”

“Oh my god…”

“Well better late than never right?” You looked down and sighed.

“Wait but do you...you know...do you…?” You stuttered out. Kuroo took his index finger and placed it under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

“Of course I do. I’d be stupid not to. I love you.”

As soon as the words left Kuroo’s mouth, his lips were pressed against yours. Kuroo shook the ice pack off of his hand and pulled you on top of him. He gripped onto your thighs as you ran your fingers through his messy hair. He tilted his head slightly to kiss you better. Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer to you. Without realizing it, you started slowly rocking your hips back and forth against him. He let out a faint groan. Kuroo then quickly tucked his arms under your legs and picked you up, leading you to his room.

~

Kuroo laid you down on his bed, hovering over you as he continued to kiss you. You began to unbutton his shirt and tossed it aside. Kuroo lifted your dress over your head and threw it onto the floor. He moved to start kissing and sucking on your neck, doing his best to leave marks on your sensitive skin. You let out faint moans every time he would release his lips from you.

“Kuroo...please…” you sighed. He moved to look at you, kissing your lips.

“What is it baby?”

“I want you,” you said. Kuroo’s eyes grew. He bent back down to kiss you before reaching in his back pocket for his phone.

“What are you doing?” You asked, beginning to unbuckle his belt. Kuroo set his phone down on his nightstand.

“A little music never hurt.”

Kuroo helped you pull his pants down. He hovered above you now just in his boxers. He continued to kiss you passionately, your hands gripped firmly onto his biceps.

Suddenly, the song that began to play seemed vaguely familiar. The saxophone played a tune that you’ve heard before.

Is he playing…

“Kuroo?” You broke away from his kiss. He raised a brow.

“Yeah?”

“Do you know what song this is?” Kuroo tilted his head in confusion.

“Uhh…”

“TONIGHT THE MUSIC SEEMS SO LOUD! I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD! BABY!”

You put your hand over your mouth to cover your laughs.

“What? What’s so funny?” asked Kuroo, moving from on top of you.

You bursted out laughing. Kuroo’s face flushed red.

“Kuroo, did you make this playlist?”

“No, Oikawa made it for me.”

You began to laugh even harder.

Oikawa you cruel cruel boy.

“Oh Kuroo, this song is a joke…” you cupped your hands on his cheeks, trying to stop laughing. Kuroo pouted.

“That’s the last time I ever let Oikawa give me music suggestions,” he groaned. You giggled, giving him a kiss.

“You’re so cute and clueless sometimes,” you joked. Kuroo smiled, pulling you back onto his lap.

“Can we still…?” he begged. You laughed and kissed his head.

“Yeah...just please, turn this song off.”

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Heyy, I just wanted to say I love your blog🥺 and I was wondering if you can do prompts 52- "I Thought I almost lost you" and 54 "you and me against the world, remember?" For mikey? Mikey x gender neutral reader. Thank you and have an amazing day!!!

Gonna do this tonight and then headcannons i got tommorow because finally things are slowing down and i can take a minute :) hopefully this is good for you guys, sorry it's so short :/

Warnings:Panic attack, blood, being sappy

Every night was usually the same. You'd kiss him bye, give him his snack and send him off on patrol. He'd make some joke about the foot wearing pajamas and be on his merry way with his brothers. Come home at 5:30 a.m. sharp, take a shower and crawl into bed.

It read 6:55 and you were still waiting with your towel and pajamas. 

The morning chill ran through the sewers and did not help with taking you off edge. The nervousness that had started in your stomach as a small worry had now grown into a paranoid and fear ridden mess. What made it even worse was when Master Splinter stayed up to wait for the boys and hands wringing as he looked at the first peak of sun shift through the grates over passing tunnels. Multiple times you called Michelangelo but you only got the sound of his cheery voicemail.

"Yo! Im not here at the moment but just leave a message after the sound of the tiny truck backing up!" It never failed to make you laugh but now it was one of the worst things to hear as the images of him of his brothers lying dead in the freezing winter of New York flashed across your mind. Unwillingly taunting you for your uselessness as an aid and how you only provide with them home. With him home.

The clock ticked louder and louder with each second and Master Splinter took to standing at the entrance of the lair listening for his children. You had already prepared the first aid kit and mending station incase but your nerves wouldn't allow you to sit still.

It was 7:15 by the time you heard the familiar groans of the pipes notifying someone's return. But noone shouted victories nor did Mikey call out tricks on his skateboard. Instead the first thing you heard was Leo's voice booming, a leader giving directions.

"Don first thing You need to do is get the station set-up! Raph careful with his side! C'mon Mike you need to stay awake!"

All four brothers rushed in all at once, the quite now broken with Raphael talking to Don mumbling and leo urging his brothers to pick up speed. They had all looked worse for wear but at the first sight of Michelangelo you gasped.

His side was gashed open all the way from where his shell met his back to cutting two inches through his plastron. He was pale and clenching his eyes shut, lip inbetween teeth as Raphael laid him out to be examined. Blood trailed a path leading from the entrance across to the bed, staining the huge area carpet and concrete.

"Mikey?" You had called for him out of instinct and your voice sounded faint, broken into pieces. Somehow around all the squabbling though he opened his eyes and met them with yours and dispte the state he was in he gave a watery smile and his eyes started to look glossy.

"It's okay baby, I'm okay, it isn't bad please don't cry! Don't-" his words are cut off by Donatello shutting the screen around them and even in pain the first thing Michelangelo does is comfort you. The extent his empathic abilities take him is astronomical but despite his words being reassuring His struggle for breath and strained voice crying has you clasping your ears. The world around you looks fuzzy but inside you feel constricted and all you can do is make out the shape of Raph and His father running to catch you as feel yourself fall. Your chest stuttering and heart hammering in your ears as you're moved and held in someones arms, back pressed against someone's chest. A tired but firm voice reaches you beneath your hazardous breaths, guiding you to a calmer state.

"Breath in. Breathe out. Feel my chest y/n, breathe with me. We're one and we feel the air fill our lungs" Your vision is the first to clear and then your body untenses. The palm of your hands have been scratched by your nails and now you can see that Leonardo is on the floor with you, a big hand pressed to your chest and another on your leg as he continues to breathe with you.

Everything is quiter now that you've calmed down and even though you feel your exhaustion take you to sleep you still ask

"What about Mikey?"

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You bolt upright, sweaty and horrified as you relive the nightmare of Michelangelo's body and voice. The way his eyes reached your's and his form shook, The fear deep inside you that had become true. Everything was dark and quite but you heard the mumble of voices through the pannels and curtains. The distinct sound of Mikey's voice had you scrambling out of your shared bed and rushing into Don's lab. Your adrupt appearence had both younger brothers turn their heads to look at you. Michelangelo was still layed out but what was a horrible gash was now a clean, bandaged side and his face was more relaxed and his body did not shake. Donatello was the first to speak albeit awkwardly.

"He's far more stabilized now and he won't need another change till the next hour or so. I'm gonna head to bed but you guys can talk for a bit" with that he picks up his notebook and phone, already heading off. Mikey, never having took his eyes off of you, speaks

"You okay angelcakes?" Your eyes widen at his question

"Am i okay? Babey you were the one who came in hacked up, i should be asking you the very same thing" he opens his mouth, a joke ready but you cut him off, "I-I mean, what am i supposed to say? I was the one sitting down here waiting for you scared out of my shit and doing nothing. I had no idea what was happening out there and I wasn't there to protect you!" You're face feels flushed and eyes teary, "You could've died, all of you! And I wouldn't have known because I'm sotting my stupid ass down here! Wondering the worst!" You take a deep breath, "I thought I almsot lost you..."

Looking back up to meet his face you realized you're both crying and on instinct you go to wrap your arms around his neck, careful of his side. Michelangelo's face is burried in your neck, already you feel his tears in your hair and shirt. His voice is muffled but you hear him

"I know you feel like you can't do much Y/n but just you being here ready for me is enough. Knowing that even if I'm bloodied up or fighting for life, you staying up to wait on me is enough. This isn't gonna be the last time this happens but it's you and me against the world, remember? That's what we promised eachother. We keep promises now don't we?" You're nodding is answer enough for him as he kisses your ear and pets the back of your head

"I love you babey, okay?" You pull back, face to face with him as you try to pull a smile for him. 

''Yeah, I love you too''

#Ray writes #tw blood #tw panic attack #tw injury #Michelangelo x reader #Mikey x reader #Tmnt x reader #little bit of angst #little bit of love #he makes for great angst #like honestly #anon ask #im proud of this one ngl #pathetic i know #Teenage mutant ninja turtles x reader #Tmnt #Teenage mutant ninja turtles #Mikey #Michelangelo

[ravenforce]

Stark Legacy V

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Maria Hill x Reader but Carol Danvers x Reader centric for this chapter.

Summary: Carol takes her motto to heart: higher, further, faster.

Word Count: 3515

A/N: I am so sorry for being on hiatus for the past few months but I’m back. I hope I did Carol justice on this one. Let me know what you guys think, please. xx

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4  | 6

***

You arrived bright early the day after you signed up to be the newest agent at SHIELD. You were just entering the command center when you bumped into your immediate supervisor, Deputy Director Hill. 

“Agent Stark-” The millisecond that it took her to glance at the watch behind you told you she wasn’t expecting you to be early again but Maria remembered she promised to stop having preconceived notions towards you based on her knowledge of your brother alone. She smiled genuinely. “Good morning.” 

“Good morning -” You hesitated. Maria motioned for you to follow her. 

“Agent Hill is fine.” Maria rounded a more secluded corner, you fell in-step with her. She eyed you sideways. “Maria when no one else is around.” 

You cocked your head to the side in silent question. Maria shrugged. “Can’t have other agents thinking I have favourites.” 

“You have favourites?” You asked teasingly. Maria stopped in front of a huge glass door with one side open to reveal the gym. 

“I do not.” You looked at her with bright eyes, and she knew you didn’t believe her. She rolled her eyes at you playfully. “I do however want to be your friend.” 

That stopped you from teasing her further and staring at her intently for a minute. “I would love that,” you said sincerely before walking deeper inside the gym. Maria watched you talk to some of Agent Colson’s team for a few minutes, making sure no one will give a weird treatment. 

“I think you might actually have a favourite.” 

Maria didn’t even flinch when she heard Carol’s voice behind her. “Oh shut up, I -” Carol cut her off by wrapping her arms around her waist and giving her a soft kiss on the cheeks. 

“You don’t have to explain your crush to me Mar,” Carol said while leaning her chin on Maria’s shoulder, watching you now too. “Besides if you explain, you’ll be late for your meeting with Nick.” 

Shit. She almost forgot. She immediately untangled herself from Carol’s arms and gave the blonde and quick kiss on the lips. “Keep her company will you?” 

“But I’m busy -” Carol tried to reason.

Maria who’s almost at the corner stopped to look at her girlfriend sternly. “You wouldn’t be here loitering around if you are.” Then she’s gone.

***

Being asleep for a long time, made you rusty when it comes to social interactions but not any less perceptive. You can feel everyone staring at you since you walked inside the gym, you can feel that people are wary of you. You guess, the word does travel fast. Thankfully some of the agents from Agent Colson’s team saw you and waved you over.

“Hey! We heard you’re officially on board,” Agent Simmons, you remembered, said cheerfully.

“Welcome to the fam,” Leo greeted sincerely. You smiled softly, “thank you.”

“Are you here to train?” Agent May asked.

“Yes but no one wants to train with an inhuman.” You hide the awkwardness with a smile, subconsciously waiting for someone to flinch.

“Ugh,” Agent Grant moaned. “Would totally want to spar with you-”

“Me too but we’re about to go on duty,” Leo interjected.

“Next time,” you said with a smile. You like this team, they’re all nice and genuinely warm. Colson’s team was just about to exit the gym when Carol walks in.

“I’ll spar with you.” Everyone stopped and stared as the blonde continued to walk towards you with the confidence and swag only an Avenger can muster. “Unless you’re scared.”

You let out a full belly laugh, cutting Carol off. Instead of being offended, she was enthralled by how realistic it sounded. She wanted to hear it again. More importantly, out of the blue, she wants to be at the least one of the reason for you to laugh again.

“You’re on, Captain,” you said hopping on the mat with her.

***

Carol looked you up and down unabashed. Had you been fully human, you would have blushed with the way she checks you out openly. You cleared your throat to gain her attention. “Rules?” you asked with a confident smirk to hide your nerves.

“No weapons of any kind.”

“That’s it?” you asked while wrapping a bandage around your knuckles. You didn’t really have to but it gives you some sense of normalcy.

Carol shrugged. “Too many rules take the fun out of everything,” she said cheerfully.

You chuckled, making Carol cock her eyebrow at you. “I guess that makes you the fun one, huh?”

Carol made a lightning-fast move to cover your mouth. “Don’t let them hear you say that,” she whispered while pretending to look around for her girlfriends.

You rolled your eyes playfully before, in an equally fast move, you threw Carol down the mat. Carol gaped at you from the floor for a minute before breaking into a grin. You offered her a hand but instead of getting up, she pulled you down with her and rolled around until she pinned you in the mat. You groaned and it took a little longer than usual to shrug Carol off of you.

“Not bad, Stark. Where’d you learn how to fight?” Carol asked smiling while you two circle each other.

“Tony insisted that I take lessons before I started school.” You blocked a heavy punch to the side of your face. “He said I’m not allowed to use my inventions on other kids, so I’d have to learn how to protect myself another way.”

“Smart,” Carol commented unnecessarily since everyone knew Tony’s beyond smart; he was a genius.

You kept attacking each other with unrestrained force, rendering the rest of the agents who were doing their morning routines to stop working out completely. You caught a glimpse of the little audience gathering at the edge of the mat from your peripheral, distracting your momentarily. Carol used the opportunity to land a heavy blow on your left cheek.

An audible crack can be heard from the stillness of the room, followed by a collective gasp.

“Oh my God, Y/N,” Carol worried. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away.”

Carol chewed at her bottom lip when you wouldn’t lift your head and meet her eyes. Then you started giggling. “Y/N?” She asked softly.

Carol’s forehead crinkled adorably in confusion. You silently thank the universe for being inhuman because had you been otherwise, you surely would have been vomiting blood by now. You’re also thankful that Tony used only the best materials available in the world for you shell because had any of it been subpar, you’re sure that your cheeks or even your whole skull would have cracked.

Then you looked up at Carol with a smile. “Again,” you said while going on a fighting stance.

You used Carol’s hesitation to launch an attack. Carol struggled at first, overwhelmed by her momentary worry and the sudden increase in your speed and strength. Carol smiled realizing that she just found someone she can spar without holding back. Before she can retaliate though, Maria’s voice cut through the room.

“Enough you two,” she said calmly. You and Carol immediately dropped your fighting stance to regard Agent Hill. You just noticed then that Carol’s heaving, you bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from smiling. “Agent Stark, clean up and meet me at the command centre after lunch.”

You nodded before thanking Carol for her time and hopping off the mat. “Spar again, soon?” Carol asked hopefully before you can exit the room. You just smiled at her and nodded. The rest of the morning stragglers went on their way to the showers to clean up as well, leaving Carol and Maria alone.

When everyone was out, Maria threw a towel to her blonde girlfriend’s face. “Just how long were you two at it?”

Carol grinned before sitting down. “Around after you left,” she answered before chugging down a bottle of water.

“Four hours?” Maria nearly yelled in her surprise.

“I guess.”

Maria stared at her girlfriend for a while. None of the Avengers ever trained with Carol that long, not even Natasha. Her surprise turns into a warm smile as she watches Carol smiling softly to herself.

“Oh Mar, she’s amazing!” Carol can’t stop herself from gushing about your strength, your fighting techniques, and your elegance. “Dare I say, she’s as elegant and deadly as Natasha.”

Maria smiled, wondering what Nat would feel if she heard Carol say that. She listened intently and patiently as Carol talk her head off about you all the way to her office where they’re supposed to eat lunch together.

“What?” Carol asked after she sat across Maria’s massive table. Maria opened multiple food containers in front of them.

She looked up at Carol. “I’m not giving her up to The Avengers,” Maria declared confidently.

Carol’s smile was wicked. “Not yet,” she challenged.

“We’ll see about that.”

***

Ever since the first time you two sparred, Carol always finds an excuse to go to the HQ to train with you. You really don’t mind, spending time with Carol, albeit just in the mat, is surely always fun. Captain Marvel is fun. She’s a perfect combination of chill yet intense when need be. She’s also ridiculously flirty, which you chuck as just within her nature and not because she’s actually attracted to you. 

But most especially, the reason why you absolutely love spending time with Carol was that she doesn’t treat you any differently. Some of the agents at work are either too polite because you’re a Stark or too aloof because you’re inhuman. You appreciate her and Maria for making you feel a certain degree of normalcy, and more importantly, they make you feel like you belong. So when Carol showed up at the Stark Tower on your day off, you welcomed her with a bright smile. 

“Hello Captain, what do I owe the pleasure?” You voice heavy with teasing. Carol tried not to think too much about the way you said the word pleasure but by the growing smirk on your face, she knew she wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding how that simple word made her hot all over.

She cleared her throat before speaking up. “I bumped into Happy at HQ and he told me that today’s your day off,” she trailed off a little when you closed the hood of your car and stood beside it, revealing your choice of outfit for the day. You watched her take in your simple grey shirt, denim mini skirt, and black boots. You cleared your throat, and you chuckled when she visibly shook her head to clear her thoughts. “I was just wondering if you want to do something fun today?” 

You wiped the grease from your hand using a dry towel before walking up to the blonde. You stopped a foot away, making Carol sweat unnecessarily. “I would but you have to be honest with me first,” you whispered, holding her beautiful hazel eyes. 

“Always.” 

“Did you really bump into Happy or were you looking for me today?” 

“Shit. Happy snitched on me, didn’t he?” Carol groaned, making you laugh. Carol crossed her arm and pouted. 

“Do I need to change for where we’re going?” You asked walking pass the blonde to go inside your suite. Carol turned just in time to have a perfect view of your ass in denim mini skirt. You laughed again, having perfectly timed your walk. 

“Yes, change to your Phantom suit.” 

That made you pause and turn back to her. Carol shrugged with a huge smile on her face, not giving you any clue at all to where she’s taking you. 

***

You gaped at Carol when you landed on her idea of fun. You took your suit’s helmet to have a better, unobstructed view of your surroundings.

“No fucking way,” you said in pure excitement while moving in circles to take in everything.

“It’s not much now since it’s been abandoned for a long time but -”

Carol didn’t get to finish her sentence before you cut her off by jumping at her and giving her a tight hug. Carol wished to whatever higher entity there is out there for you not to hear or feel how hard her heart was beating in her chest at the way you feel against her arms.

“Are you kidding me?” You still didn’t extricate yourself from her. “You brought me to a freaking space station.”

Carol chuckled. “Abandoned space station,” she corrected with a smile.

This time you untangled your arms from around her, much to Carol’s disappointment. “Semantics,” you said before walking ahead. Carol watched you look at everything with childlike wonder. “I never thought I’d ever been able to step in one.”

“Oh don’t be modest, given your intelligence and credentials, you totally could,” she countered earnestly.

“Maybe but I like working at SHIELD.”

“Why?” Carol asked. Not because doesn’t think you’re fit for the job but because she’s genuinely curious. You can be anywhere in the world, yet you chose to stay and sign a contract with SHIELD.

You run your fingers across the decaying console on the main deck before looking ahead, into the stars before turning back towards Carol, with your ass and hands resting on the edge of the table. “I can protect the people I love better with SHIELD than all alone.”

“The people you love?” Carol stepped closer to you.

“Pepper, Morgan, Happy…” you paused to watch Carol inch closer to you some more. “…and my friends: you, Nat, Maria.”

“Are we friends, Y/N?”

You tried to hide it but you visibly gulped at her proximity. “Aren’t we?” you asked, lips curling into a soft smirk.

For the past few months, this has been your dynamics with Carol: playful banter and harmless flirting. You’re used to it by now but the longer it goes on, the harder it is to ignore your growing attraction to the blonde. Which would be totally fine, if she’s single but you have to remind yourself every day that she’s not.

Carol had to step back too to ground herself. She’s moving too fast, she knows it. She knew she had other people to consider too. Apart from Maria who’s obviously on the same boat as her, she hasn’t really talked to Nat and Wanda about her attraction towards you. She knew Maria hasn’t mentioned anything yet either because it’s too early.

“We are,” she whispered.

“Good, I’d really like that.”

Before Carol can say anything, her stomach grumbled loudly. She turned beet red while you started laughing. Just like that the tense atmosphere’s gone. You took her hand and led her back to the ship. “Thank you for taking me here, Carol but I think it’s time to go home.”

Carol’s relishing the feeling of your hand in hers when her stomach protested again. She joined in when you started laughing again. “I don’t need to be told twice,” she grumbled playfully before pulling you to a run.

***

Carol walked into the command centre after her appointed meeting with Nick to see if Maria wants to grab lunch together. She faltered on her step when she saw the worried face Maria was sporting.

“Hey-” Carol greeted cautiously. Maria turned back and gave her a quick smile.

“Hey. Meeting’s over already?”

Carol ignored the question and stood next to her girlfriend. “What’s wrong?”

Maria’s eyebrows crinkled together further. “Nothing,” she whispered before turning to the monitors in front of her. Carol was just about to ask where you are since you’ve been working closely with Maria since you started a couple of months ago when Carol saw your name on the board.

Suddenly, she understood why Maria look worried. “Why is Y/N out with Agent Colson’s team?” Carol tried to hide the concern in her voice but Maria knew better.

Maria sat in her swivel chair. “They’re down one person for today’s recon mission. Nick decided she’s ready for fieldwork,” Maria sighed.

Carol took a deep breath. She knows that you can very much handle yourself out there but it doesn’t mean they can’t be worried.

“She’ll be fine.” Carol and Maria looked behind them. They’ve been so engrossed in worrying about you, they didn’t even hear Happy approached.

“Need I remind you that she’s a Stark?” Happy asked smiling. Carol chewed on her bottom lip. “Besides, she trained with only the best around here.”

That made Carol and Maria relax a little. “She will be fine,” they both murmured to themselves before their phones simultaneously lit up with a message from Natasha, asking them to meet them in town for a quick lunch.

***

Carol was having a quick trip off-world to check on a nearby planet when she received a message from Nick. She left a sizeable crater on the lawn of the HQ when she landed, almost knocked down a wall, and almost took off the door from its hinges in hurry to get to you. Carol’s heartache when she saw you on a hospital gown, lying side by side with a sleeping Maria.

“Hey,” you whispered as not to wake up the agent beside you.

“Hi,” Carol greeted back. She wanted to move towards you but her knees felt like lead as the adrenaline leaves her body. “You’re safe -”

You smiled sheepishly. “I’m so -”

Carol cut your apology off by nearly tackling you and Maria out of the bed. “Settle down, Carol. She’s alright. She’s home now,” Maria grumbled, cuddling next to you further; face buried in your neck.

Carol looked at her sleeping girlfriend “I think the repair stressed the living daylight out of Maria,” you whispered, squished between the two women.

“You think?” Carol hopped on the bed, squishing herself on your other side. “She’s been worried since you left for the mission.”

“I’m sorry. It was an ambush,” you started to explain but Carol started snoring softly with one arm and leg swung over your body cut your explanation off.

You were smiling to yourself when Natasha entered the room with a quietness that only the Black Widow can do. Your eyes met, Natasha looked a little conflicted. “Shouldn’t you be the one sleeping?” she asked teasingly.

You shrugged with a smile. You patted your lap. “You look like you can use a nap too,” you said softly.

Carol and Maria opened their eyes momentarily to look at their redhead girlfriend, and together they patted your lap before resuming their previous sleep position.

#carol danvers x reader #captain marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #maria hill x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett witch x reader #carolnat x reader x wandahill #carolnat #blackhill #unholy pentagon #avengers imagine #natasha romanoff imagine #black widow imagine #carol danvers imagine #captain marvel imagine #wanda maximoff imagine #scarlette witch imagine #raven writes

[tomuras-doormat]

Wake Up - Katsuki Bakugou x F!Reader

I saw a video on TikTok and it gave me the idea to write this, not sure how long I’ll make it but I’ll try to make this one more lengthy Word Count: 4K Warnings: Uhh, just sadness?

4 Years Old You yelped as you were pushed to the ground, dirt now covering your face and little dress. The boys who pushed you over laughed at you and continued to throw dirt at you. Why did this happen.. “What are you doing to her?!”

You lift your head up as you hear the voice of your best friend, Katsuki. You smiled and scurried to your feet, rushing behind him as he held his arm out to shield you. “Oh we’re just messing with her, it’s not like we hurt her.” one of the boys said. Bakugou scoffed and glared at the boys. “If you’re gonna pick on someone pick on someone your own age! You’re clearly older than she is!” Watching your friends’ hand tighten into a fist you grab his arm and shake your head. “Don’t hurt them Kacchan..” you said softly. Bakugou turned to you and frowned, he clearly wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine. You shake your head again and give him those pleading puppy dog eyes that he could never go against. Bakugou sighed and grabbed your hand. “Fine, but were going somewhere else to play..” he said softly. You smiled at him and nodded your head, following Bakugou to where ever he was taking you. Bakugou lead you to another near by park and your eyes widened. “This park is so much more bigger than the other one!” you said happily. Bakugou crossed his arms and smirked. “I knew you would like it.” His smug look being wiped off his face as you gave him a slight push. You giggled at his unbalanced wobbling form and ran away onto one of the play areas. Bakugou laughed a bit and ran after you. “Don’t think you can get away from me!” he yelled as he ran up the stairs. After hours of playing chase you two collapsed onto the ground panting and looked up at the sky. Bakugou looked over and grabbed your hand, smiling at you as you both try to catch your breath. “I like you Y/N..” he said softly, his grip on your hand tightening. Turning your head to look at him you smile back, “I like you too Kacchan!” Bakugou let go of your hand and stood up, holding out his hand to help you get up yourself. “Come on, mother gave me some extra money today so I wanna take you somewhere.” You smiled and grabbed his hand helping him pull you to your feet. Bakugou held your hand tightly and lead you to the park’s entrance. Walking out of the park you two walked down the sidewalk towards the busy part of the city. You had never been so far into the city without your parents but you trusted Bakugou knew where he was going. He was brave and strong after all so he wouldn’t let anything happen to you guys! Smiling and looking around you adjusted your grip in Bakugou’s hand so your fingers intertwined. Pulling you close to him he walked through a crowd of people gathered around in front of a TV shop, something about Endeavor was playing. Of course you liked Endeavor, he was a Pro Hero after all! You and Bakugou shared the same idol and that was All Might! Bakugou would invite you over to his house sometimes to watch movies about All Might while your parents talked and drank some red liquid. “We’re here!” Bakugou’s voice dragged you out of your thoughts and you looked up. You gasped and looked at Bakugou saying, “This is that new candy store that just opened!” Bakugou smiled at the glimmer of excitement in your eyes and smiled. “Yup! Since I like you I want to keep you with me, so I thought candy would do that.” he said with his signature smug look. You smiled and hugged him, Bakugou wrapping his arms around you as well. Letting go of each other you interlocked fingers again and walked inside. You couldn’t believe it, there was all kinds of candy and so much of it! Letting go of his hand you ran over to where the lollipops were. What kind of candy were you most excited for? How could you decide on just one? How much could Kacchan buy..? Following Bakugou up to the wooden table you try to put the candy on the counter. Bakugou grabbed the candy from you and set it on the counter. Puffing out your cheeks you huffed as the boy showed you up by being taller than you. He smiled at you and took out the money his mother gave him. “Is this everything?” asked the man being the counter. “Yes sir!” responded Bakugou. Going on his tippy toes to try and look over the counter he watched as the man finished scanning everything. “That’ll be $10 young man.” Bakugou nodded and counted his money, a frown coming to his face. Looking up at the man he asked, “You said $10..?” The man nodded and Bakugou counted his money again, clenching the money he looked at you. “I only have $6..” Bakugou said said softly. You grabbed Bakugou’s arm and smiled. “It’s ok Kacchan! I don’t need all that candy anyways.” Bakugou smiled and looked up at the old man and asked, “Could you make it so it’s only $6 sir..?” The old man chuckled and put the candy into a bag. “It’ll only be $6 today young man.” Bakugou went on his tippy toes and handed the man the money and in return the man handed Bakugou a bag of all the candy. “Thank you so much sir!” you said happily. The man smiled and nodded and you two walked out of the store, hand in hand. 14 Years Old Both you and Bakugou had come to realize what you felt towards each other. Love A feeling neither of you knew how to express but also knew exactly how to express it. It was almost like you two were a couple already. Bakugou would always walk you to to and from school, he would walk you to your class, and sometimes he would even make a lunch for you. You two were inseparable and just about everyone thought you two were dating. So then why did it hurt you both when you said no? It was another normal day, Bakugou walked you to school, waited for you at your locker and you did the same for him, he then walked you to class and now here you sat in your ever so boring History lesson. Why did we have to learn History anyways? It’s not like it’s going anywhere.. You sighed and looked out the window hoping your daydreams would drown out the annoying teacher’s voice. Maybe you should ask Bakugou out. What would change though? It would only be a title. You’re pulled out of your thoughts as teacher announces that there will be a quiz tomorrow. You sighed and pulled out your planner and wrote down that you needed to study. It’s not like you were bad in History, you just wanted to make sure of a couple things and it’s not always bad to study sometimes. You put your planner away and went back to your dream world, it really made time move faster. You teacher announced that it was time for lunch and you stood up out of your seat. Exiting the classroom stood Bakugou, in the same place, same position, everyday without fail. You walked over to him and smiled. Over the years Bakugou stopped being happy, but he still is with you. He may not smile as often as he used to but he does smile sometimes when he’s with you. “Where is your lunch Y/N.” asked the spiky blonde. “Oh, I must’ve forgot it on the kitchen table..” you said softly as you rubbed the back of your neck. The blonde boy scoffed and handed you a small lunch box. “You’re lucky I brought an extra today idiot..” You giggled and grabbed the box. Hearing some small chatter from students you look at Bakugou and he nodded, both of you knew exactly what the other was saying, like you had telepathy. Both of you made your way to the stairs that lead to the roof. “So how was class today?” Bakugou asked. “Boring as ever. The teacher kept talking and talking! He said we have a quiz tomorrow so I’ll have to study for that..” you said as you pushed open the door. Walking through the open door you and Bakugou walk to you favorite spot on the roof. It was a small area down by the garden club completed with a floral archway and white stone bench. The only peaceful thing the both of you saw all day. Sitting down on the bench the two of you opened your lunches and started eating. Finishing the tasty lunch, you bandaged the box back up and set it down next to Bakugou. “Was it good?” Bakugou asked with a mouth full of food. You giggled and nodded your head. “It tasted amazing, maybe I should have you make my lunches from now on.” Rolling his eyes he swallowed the food and looked around at the flowers. “Hey uh, you’ve heard people talk about us right? I mean like all the rumors about us dating..” You looked up at the blonde and tilted your head. “Yeah. What of it?” The blonde sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well what if..” Bakugou sighed again. What was he trying to say? Why was it so hard? “What if we did start dating?” Bakugou asked softly. You stared at his ruby eyes mouth slightly agape. What did he say..? “You want to start dating..?” you asked, now realizing what you were saying you felt a blush creep to your face. The blonde nodded and grabbed your hands. “We’re already doing stuff like what a couple would do, why not make it official?” Staring into his eyes you smiled and nodded. Bakugou pulled you into a hug and held you close. “So you’re my boyfriend now huh?” Bakugou chuckled and pulled away from the hug. “Only yours idiot.” 16 Years Old You and Bakugou ended up going to the same high school, UA High. It was incredible that you got in since you never developed a quirk. When the time came to find out whether you got accepted to the school or not, both you and Bakugou waited till both of yours arrived and opened the letters together. You had both decided that neither of you would go to UA if the other didn’t get in, so when both of you got an acceptance letter a huge party was thrown by both of your families. Bakugou ended up in the hero course and you ended up in the support course. Bakugou always joked with you saying things like “You better be working on my upgrades first” or “Don’t you dare think you can give that dumbass Deku good upgrades” You didn’t know who ‘Deku’ was but it must be someone Bakugou doesn’t like. Today was the day of the Sports Festival meaning you got a day off of class and you get to watch your boyfriend kick butt in the festival. Of course you had to participate as well and you ere quite nervous. This was a great way for Bakugou to show off his quirk and you wanted to help him to get scouted by an agency, but you knew he would be upset if he found out you helped him to win. He would also be upset if he found out your purposefully lost so he could win. All you could do was do your best, quirk or not. Looking around at the crowd of students you realize how weak you actually are. Everyone around you had amazing quirks and you were quirkless. Honestly you’re still surprised on how you got into UA. You looked down at your feet and zone out of whatever Midnight was saying. How could you focus when you have now come to realization just how useless you were? You jump as an arm wraps wound your waist. You sigh and smile as you see Bakugou standing next to you. “You know how long it took me to find you idiot?” You giggled and wrap your arms around his waist. Looking down at you he smiled and looked back up at Midnight. He was proud to know that you were his and he’d be damned if he let you stand by yourself with tons of other hormonal guys and not be next to you. He had to protect his girl of course. You may not enjoy your quirkless body but Bakugou loves it. Just more of a reason that he needs to protect you. Be your knight in shinning armor. With the games starting you told Bakugou not to worry about you and to make sure he gets first place for the both of you. You lost the first game. It didn’t shock you and you weren’t sad at all. The next game you would be completely useless in. You figured that with having no quirk you should take up a martial arts or at least work out a bit but you never got around to it. So you sat in the stands and watched you boyfriend run around with people you assumed were from his class. You offered to meet Bakugou at his class but he always refused and told you to wait for him at your class, his excuse being he didn’t want you walking so far across campus alone. You looked around and noticed that a lot of people had failed the first round. None of your friends had been eliminated sad to say, but that didn’t bother you. You pulled out your phone and scrolled through the apps you had settleing on playing an RPG called Unison League. Your character was a Cleric and you had decent gear. You hadn’t been playing the game long but your gearscore was almost to 100K. Activating your Unison you chose to use your monster named Teach. He was a ghost pirate monster and you were embarrassed to say you had a crush on him, of course you would never tell Bakugou that. You smiled to yourself and continued to play the game when you heard Present Mic’s voice echo through the stadium announcing which teams won. You set your phone down for a second and cheered when you heard Bakugou’s team be called. The fuming blonde didn’t seem happy but he managed to pick your voice out of all the cheering and look in your direction, giving you a small wave. “Who are you waving to bro?” Kirishima asked. Bakugou scoffed and put his hands in his pockets. “None of your business stupid hair. Kirishima frowned and ran over to him, looking in the crowd to try and find who he was being so friendly to. Kirishima had never seen Bakugou be so soft to anyone. Kirishima had now set a goal to figure out who this mysterious person was. Maybe this person was also the reason Bakugou never joined us for lunch. You stood in the hall and waited for the return of your angry boyfriend. Looking around and finally spotting the blonde you smiled and ran over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist and hugging him tightly. “You did great out there honey! The way you flew around using your quirk was amazing!” Hearing the soft chuckle from his voice you looked up at him as his arm managed to wrap around you loosely. “It’s cause I’m the real deal baby. These other extras don’t even compare to me.” You smiled and nodded your head, going on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek. Still holding onto you he lead the way to the stadium seats and you pointed to where you were sitting before, not noticing the few boys following behind you two. “Bakugou you didn’t tell us you had a girlfriend! How could you hide such a cute girl from us?” said another blonde boy. Bakugou scoffed and held your hand as you two sat down. “For that exact reason dumbass. Besides I don’t want you creeps in my business.” You turned around in your seat and looked at the three boys. There was a blonde one, a red head and one with black hair. “Where did Mina go?” asked the red head. The black haired one responded by saying “She wanted to sit with the girls.” You turned back around in your seat and laid your head on Bakugou’s shoulder. Maybe now that they knew about you two you could meet him at his classroom now. 18 Years Old It was graduation day and you had never been so excited. While Bakugou was out doing his work study you went and got a part time job and you had saved up enough money to buy an apartment for the both of you in the center of town. You got the keys to the apartment early this morning so you could wrap it and give it to Bakugou for his present. You two had always talked about moving in together and even though it was a small apartment it was still a start for your new lives together. After all the diplomas were handed out you ran over to Bakugou and hugged him tightly. He picked you up and spun you around, holding you close he gazed into your eyes, a slight blush creeping over both of your faces. Swallowing hard and leaning in you both shared your first kiss with each other. You pulled away and punched his chest playfully as your face was clearly more flushed than his was. The blonde boy smirked at you and set you down, planting a quick kiss to your cheek. “Don’t forget your graduation present I spent so long getting.” you said, smiling as you held up the small gift box. Bakugou took the box and smiled down at you saying, “Your gift is over in my car, let’s open them together ok?” You smiled and nodded you head, taking your hand in his you followed him over to his car. Bakugou opened the car door and leaned and grabbed a small box almost the same size as yours. He closed his car door and looked down at you. “Actually I have to give you the gift so how about I open yours first?” You tilted your head but then smiled. “Of course honey!” What could the gift be that he has to give it to me? You held your own hands and watched with beaming eyes as your boyfriend opened the small box. He pulled out the keys and looked at you. “Keys?” you could hear the confusion in his voice and you sighed. “Keys to our new apartment dummy!” you said with a small laugh. Bakugou’s eyes widened and he smiled, “You got us a place?!” You giggled as he picked you up again and planted soft kisses all over your face. “It’s in the city as well! You said you wanted to be in Endeavor’s Agency so I found an apartment that was only a short walk to the Agency!” you said happily. Bakugou smiled and set you down. “That was so thoughtful of you baby.. Now I think it’s time I give you my gift.” Bakugou said with a deep sigh. He held the box tightly in his hands and you watched as he goes down onto his knee, your eyes widening at what was happening in front of you. “We’ve been together since day 1 and it took me 14 years to realize that you were the one, the only one, for me. I want you to stay by my side as much as I want to stay by yours. We’ll have a good life baby, I promise. I’ll make sure we live a life of luxury and I’ll make sure you’re always protected and taken care of. So what do you say baby, will you accept my proposal..?” Your eyes welted with tears and you covered your mouth. You were speechless. All you could manage to do was frantically nod your head as tears started to pour from your eyes. Bakugou stood up and wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly as you sobbed into his robe. Bakugou opened the box and pulled you away from his body. He wiped away your tears and smiled as he lifted your left hand. He kissed your cheek as he slide the ring onto your finger. You looked at the ring and sniffled. You had never felt happier in your life. You held onto Bakugou and you didn’t want to let him go, crying and saying how happy you were on repeat like a broken record. After the ceremony you both went back home and packed your things. Putting your bags over your shoulders you saw the text from Bakugou saying that he was at your house. You walked downstairs from your room and hugged your parents. “Make sure you visit often honey, ok..?” your mother said with a sniffle. You pulled away from the hug and nodded. “Be safe out there kiddo.” your dad said. You flashed him a smile and headed out the door to Bakugou’s car. He smiled at you and opened the back door for you to put your bags in. “You ready for our new life together honey?” asked your new fiancé. You smiled and kissed his cheek and said, “I’ve never been more ready in my life.” He chuckled and opened your car door for you, waiting for you to slide in to close the door. You put your seat belt on and look out the window. Bakugou slid into his seat and started the car. He put his seat belt on and reached over to grab your hand before putting the car in drive and pulling out of your driveway. You two had the windows rolled down and blasted music all the way to your new apartment. When you arrived at the apartment you didn’t do much. You laid out a rug, Bakugou set up the TV and both of you laid a mattress in what you labeled the bedroom. Crashing onto the bed you two snuggled up next to each other. “What time even is it..?” you asked. Bakugou rolled over and grabbed his phone to look at the time. “It’s about 5 pm, how about we take a short nap and we order pizza for dinner.” You smiled and nodded your head at the idea of eating that delicious pizza. You snuggled up into his chest and closed your eyes, feeling lips on top of your head. “I love you Bakugou..” you said softly as you started to drift off to dreamland. “I love you too baby, but you need you wake up now...” he said in a sad tone. You lifted your head up confused. “Bakugou..?” You looked around your room to see decorations you have around your walls. You rub your eyes and swallow hard. What is going on..? Where is Bakugou..? You glanced over at your phone as your alarm started to go off. You grabbed your phone and turned the alarm off. No.. It couldn’t have been a dream.. He was right there with me.. It was so real.. You pulled your knees to your chest as you started to cry. You shook your head rapidly and raked your fingers through your hair, ending up on rubbing your face and biting your bottom lip. You wiped away your tears and looked out your window to see the moon still up and stars still brightly shining. This can’t be happening.. This is just a nightmare! It has to be.. You choked back a sob and rubbed your eyes to stop more tears from spilling out. “Please don’t leave me Bakugou..”

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I Never Forgot You- Chapter 11 (Natasha x Y/n)

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Word Count: 1,715

It felt wrong not updating this story haha! So here it is!

Warning: Small amount of Smut ;) Enjoy x

Y/n Pov

“Nice of you to finally join us” Clint sarcastically announces into the room, I roll my eyes before moving over to stand beside the blonde haired man. As I cross the room I can feel Natasha’s eyes following my every move, I know I shouldn’t have shouted at her but I just lost control.

“Ha ha, right today we need to make progress in traveling back home. I would imagine they won’t make it easy, we need to be prepared for bloodshed. We move out in 30 minutes and by 12 tonight I would like us to be at our next safe house in Germany, agreed?” I ask out to the two agents, happy to receive nods of agreement from them both. “Ok, get what you need to take with you then we move out” after speaking Clint walks over to his bed packing up his things, I notice Natasha walking back into our room so I quietly follow her.

“You come here to have a go at me again?” The redhead sarcastically spits out, I walk up to her grasping her hands as she makes our bed. With one hand I reach into my pocket pulling out my tattered photo, I place it in her hand before stepping away and walking over to the other side of the room. Natasha looks down at the picture, analysing it like the spy she is.

“That is my mum, dad and little sister Sarah. This was taking when we visited New York, Sarah was only 4. She looked up to me so much, I was 4 years older than her and I always tried to keep her safe, I failed though. Dad had fallen into the wrong crowd after he lost his job, got into trouble with a gang. When I was 13 he walked out on us, he obviously thought that if he ran then we would be safe from his gang problem. Well that didn’t work out, I came back from a camping trip with my buddy when I was 16. I will never forgot that day, walking into the house to find the lifeless bodies of my mother and sister, both laid in a puddle of their own blood. That was why I got into Shield, wanting to put away people for doing those acts. I remember my first mission, was sent to take out a leader of a huge gang ring. Turned out that leader was my father, I had put a bullet between his eyes.” I softly confess, my voice breaking as I give her a look into my dark past.

Natasha gives me a sad look as she stalks forward towards me, she wraps her arms around me giving me a strong hug. I let myself slump into her embrace, I never let my guard down like this but this was different, this was Natasha.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that Y/n and I’m sorry for pushing you into telling me, I know there isn’t anything I can say to bring them back but I’m always here if you need me” Natasha whispers soothingly into my ear, I smile at her tender voice before pulling out of her arms. I lift my face up to hers and with a grin I press a kiss to the corner of her mouth, pulling back with a cheeky grin.

“Come on Romanoff, we need to start our descent” I say softly, she nods before picking up our two bags before we meet back up with Clint. The archer not saying anything but sends me a wink, he obviously thinks something more PG-13 happened behind our door.

We get into our car and we set out on the 16 hour trip, myself driving with Natasha shot gun. Clint had been relegated to the back seat, much to his annoyance muttering about how he was my partner first.

“So what pushed you two into fucking?” Clint asks out bluntly, the question making me choke on the water I had been drinking, Natasha smirking at my flustered state.

“We are not fucking, just friends” I stutter out making Clint laugh out loud, I send a glare to him through the rearview mirror but he completely ignores it in favour of being a pain in my ass.

“Yeah right, I bet you two will be fucking by the end of week” My partner smugly says, Natasha laughs out at him and places her warm hand on my thigh, I try to focus my attention on the road but finding it difficult as the hot hand starts to stroke my thigh.

I spare a quick glance to the owner of the hand, Natasha looking straight out the window but a smirk graces her face. Her hand getting closer to my crotch, her smirk widening as I take a big gulp of air when her long fingers stroke across my crotch before returning back to my thigh.

“Definitely fucking by the end of the week” Clint repeats as she notices what is going on with Natasha’s hand, I grab her hand pushing it back to her body before she can tease me further. We drive for 6 more hours before our hunger starts to hit us, after 10 minutes of Clint whining about wanting food we decide to pull in a burger bar for some much needed fuel.

“I’ll go incase we get hit by hostiles, will be easier to escape that way” I say to them, Clint shrugs but Natasha sends me a concerned look.

“No I’ll go with you, if there is guns waiting for you then you will need back up.”Natasha firmly states, I shake my head at her while opening the door.

“No too risky, just keep the car running” I order before shutting the door, walking into the building on high alert. I manage to put in our order and pick up the food fairly quickly due to how quiet the diner was, I walked back out and started to walk towards the car. As I walk I suddenly feel a sharp, burning feeling in my shoulder.

I whip my head around clutching the gun shot wound spotting a woman on top of a building, reloading her gun. I take this moment as my chance to run back to the car, I jump into the back of the car with Clint as Natasha puts her foot down driving away.

“What did I fucking say L/n!” Natasha shouts out to me as Clint rips open my shirt, putting pressure on my shoulder making me groan out. I grit my teeth as I try not to scream out, Clint turning me over letting out a sigh of relief once he sees the exit wound.

“The bullet went straight through so thats good, I’ll just wrap it up” Clint soothingly tells me, I nod letting him know that I heard him, grunting as I feel the bandage touch my blooded hole. I pass out as he tightens the fabric across my shoulder, only waking when the car pulls to a halt outside the small house that will be our new base for the night.

“Bring the bags in Barton, I’ll take Y/n” Natasha softly says as she gently pulls me up into her arms, cradling me to her chest. I get gently laid down on the bed, she walks out of the room for a while, I guess to help Clint get our stuff secure in the building.

An hour later Natasha walks back into the room, locking the bedroom door before walking over to the bed. She lays down by the side of me, gently taking my hand in hers.

“I have no idea what you are doing to me Y/n, you scared me back there, I thought I had lost you. Why am I feeling these things?” She whispers, turning over to look at me with a scared look in her eyes. I lean up against her, pressing a kiss to her lips trying to pour out my feelings to her.

As we continue our kiss Natasha pulls me on top of her, deepening our kiss as I rip her shirt off. My mouth going to her bra clad breasts, sucking her nipples through the fabric. Natasha moans as she threads her fingers through my hair, pulling my head away from her tits and back up to her lips.

“Are you sure?” I husk out as I look into her lust filled eyes, she nods out before she undos my trousers, helping me shake them down my legs. She sticks her hand under my underwear, her finger rubbing against my clit.

“Fuck Nat, oh god” I moan out as she starts to tease me by running her fingers up and down my folds, making me gush with wetness. I let out a loud scream as she thrusts her fingers into my core, starting to fuck me with rough thrusts. As she does that I decide to take her bra, trousers and panties off, leaving her bare in front of me. I look down to see her juices coating her thighs as she fucks me with her long fingers, I decide to give her what she wanted and I start to finger her too.

“Oh my god Y/n! Just like that” She shouts out as I continue my fast assault on her warm pussy, we continue pleasuring each other the sound of our moans melting together to create a hot and steamy atmosphere. After 15 minutes of some hot and heavy love making we both fall off each other, laying next to each other on the bed as we try to catch our breaths.

“I feel the same as you do Nat, just the thought of you getting hurt ignites my fear.” I whisper tenderly to the sweaty redhead, Natasha rolls over and curls up into my chest just like she did on the first time we cuddled.

“Well then I guess we both better not die” Natasha jokes out, I smile as I press a soft kiss to the woman’s sweaty brow. We eventually fall asleep curled up next to each other, the sound of each others beating hearts lulling the other to sleep.

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BTBY Chapter 3

Series Summary: For Namjoon, the moment he set his sights on being the #1 rapper, he pushed the symbol to the side and hated it. Love should be chosen, not forced on you. He didn’t believe in fate and this mark on his wrist was a big “fuck you” to all that.

Chapter Summary: Practice, Day one

Previous chapter found here

Robert’s studio had been fully cleared out for you guys. The three of you walked in and were greeted by the owner, Robert Mayes. “[Y/N] good to see you again, Xavier, always a pleasure, and you must be with the band,”

“Yes, it’s nice to meet you sir. I’m RM. Thank you so much for letting us use your space,”

“Ah it’s my pleasure. Really. You should thank [Y/N]. She coordinated all of our classes to be at their studio and my daughter is a huge fan.” he hands [Y/N] a set of keys. “I'll leave you to it. When is a good time for me to bring Ella by?”

You do some mental math. “Around 5 will be good. We’ll probably break for dinner at 6. Thanks again Robert,” you wave as he leaves the studio. Ok, time to do your job even with the grumpy jerk soulmate in tow.

“Alright guys, this way please. Restrooms are in this hallway along with showers if anyone needs one after practice. This room right here is where the back up dancers can get ready. They won’t be here again until tomorrow.  The kitchen is also on this floor. Catering is arriving with snacks and drinks in half an hour, dinner arrives at 5:30 with a 6 pm dinner time. The main rehearsal area and your guys green room is upstairs,” you review the location with them as you arrive at the stairs.

“Xavier would you mind waiting at the reception desk until Melinda gets here? She should be here in about ten minutes. I don’t want any studio clients accidentally showing up and not having anyone to talk to.” you rummage through your workbag as best you can with your bandaged hand, “here are some flyers with the alternate classes in case they are old school and don’t use the app.”

“Yep, you got it.” Xavier takes the flyers and heads back to the front door area.

You start walking up the stairs, “Come on, I have the main space blocked out already let’s go check it out.” you yell behind you. You reach the top of the stairs and continue the brief tour. “There are more bathrooms over there. The room over there is where you guys and your staff can get ready.  And this space,” you walk ahead to the large studio, “is the main dance room. I know it’s not even close to being the same as the venue, which I’m honestly still really pissed off about, but we are going to make it work.” you turn back and look at Namjoon taking the space in.

“Sorry about your arm,” he says, avoiding looking at you. “Do you actually want me to pay for it?”

For a moment you forget how to speak because you are so surprised he is being normal to you. “No thanks, I was joking. I mean it is $900 but it’s fine. I’ll just steal food from the catering service later,” you smirk at him.  “I can teach some standing classes for a while or fill in at the front desk. It will be fine. Ok, check the tape marks against where you guys normally are and see what you think. I can do minimal light and sound but that’s definitely Rafael’s strong suit. I’m going to get the mic pacs set up.” You walk over to the boxes you had set out earlier in the day and sit down next to them.

Namjoon works through the choreography lightly of the two songs they will be performing. You try not to look but you can’t help it. You really like watching people dance. And he’s a really good dancer even though he’s just lightly moving through the steps. You fight with the mic packs. They are very difficult to get tuned with one hand. Ugh. This is so frustrating.

To your pleasant surprise, Xavier, Rafael, and the rest of the group enter the silent room. Rafael heads straight for the console and starts setting things up. Xavier was trying to communicate with the guy you had learned was JHope. The bits of broken English are adorable. RM walks over and catches the band up on where they could take their things and get set up. Xavier comes over and starts helping you get the lav mics set up. “Thanks dude, this is really hard one handed.”

“It’s no problem. Oh my goodness, these guys are hilarious. I don’t speak Korean, clearly, but their energy is amazing.”

You smile as you are not having the same experience at all but you don’t want to be rude.

Once the lav mics are set up you grab your label maker. “Ok, go see if Rafael is ready and we’ll do just the choreography a few times through. I’ll go see if the guys are set up.” You get up and go downstairs to check in with Melinda about who to let in and when they should arrive and then head on up to the makeshift green room. You knock on the door and don’t hear any objections so you go in and see the guys finishing up a makeshift team meeting. “Alright? Ready?” you say, trying to keep the wording minimal.  

“Let’s go!” JHope yells excitedly. You can see why Xavier was having fun talking to him, his smile is infectious.

“Yeah ok, you know. Let’s go dancing,” the tall one who your research has told you is “Jin” joins in.  You laugh and turn to lead the way over to the practice area.

Xavier and Rafael get the lighting and sound set up once the guys are on their marks. They look so fucking cool. Having them in the studio makes it almost look like a stage. The music starts and they start the choreography. The first round is just to test the set marks, so it’s not the full moves. It looks like they are using it as a warm up but honestly it still looks amazing! Once the marks are all confirmed they run the full version. You sit there trying not to stare at RM but you can’t help it.  He looks so good. They all do, but you can’t take your eyes off of him. Damnit. Stupid rude soulmate. You sigh. Today was shit. Your wrist was throbbing, you had zero sleep, and your soulmate hated you.

“Alright that’s a wrap on that part guys. It looks amazing!” you give them a big  thumbs up. “Let’s get the lav mics on you guys and we’ll run with audio.”

You hand the labeled mics to each band member and help them get it adjusted as best you can. When you get to RM he takes the lav mic and becomes determined to place it himself. “Oh my goodness. You are ridiculous.” you say under your breath to him. “You better make sure that thing stays on,” you chide him.

“It’s not my first performance sweetheart, I think I can manage.” he responds arrogantly.

You roll your eyes and head on over to JHope who is much friendlier. “Thanks so much,” he says.

“You’re welcome,” you say smiling. Why are literally all of them nicer than your soulmate? You look over at him to see him giving JHope a death stare, which JHope returns by shrugging his shoulders confused. You move on to Yoongi who politely lets you place the mic.

“Alright, we are all set. Mic check please,”

“Ok let’s go,” you hear RM through the speakers. The other guys take turns speaking into the mics.

“Check check, Rafael?” he gives you a thumbs ok, “Ok. Let’s run it.” The music starts and this time it’s full choreography and singing.  The sound is really stable and they look great. About halfway through the second song, RM accidentally rips off his lav mic and yeets it to the floor.

“Stop.” you shout.

“Sorry guys. I’m sorry.”  He immediately stops and picks up the broken mic.

The guys are all breathing heavily and don’t seem too shocked by this turn of events, half of them wander off to grab some water.

You walk over and take the mic from RM’s hands. “I'm sorry.” he says to you and for a second you forget what a dick he’s been to you. You sigh examining the pac. “It’s fine. I have an extra one. This one is beyond my repair skills.” you walk over to the side of the studio and grab another one. You walk back over and look up at RM, “I’ll give you another. The deal is you have to let me put this one on, ok?”

For a few seconds he drops his “too cool” act “Yeah ok.” You reach around his back to reposition the lav mic and hand him the earpiece.

“Don’t worry, I won’t bite you.” you say as you readjust it along his back. You feel him relax a bit. “Unless you ask me to.” you wink awkwardly at him. He rolls his eyes at you.

“Thanks again for getting us this practice space. ” he says, surprising you,  

You finish the adjustment. “Just doing my job. Of course, the rest of my job is really hard with a splint on my wrist,” you give him a dirty look.

“I am sorry about that,” he says quietly.

You look around make sure no one else can hear you, “Look, it’s been a fucked up day for me too.” you look into his eyes, “ And I don’t want this either. I have a boyfriend actually and I like my job here a lot. You don’t have to worry about me chasing you down or anything.”

“Oh,” Namjoon is taken aback by this. He had always assumed if he ever met his soulmate and delivered the news he wasn’t interested, they would be heartbroken. Apparently not.

“Oh. Ok. Good.” is all he was able to get out.

You sigh as you walk back a few feet to make sure it looks ok with the lighting and everything.  “You should be all set now.” you turn to the sound crew, “Mic check! Take 3.” Namjoon does his mic check and it sounds great. “Ok everyone let’s run it from the top.”

You walk over to the front of the room to watch and listen to the full production. This day has been exhausting.  

Xavier sits down next to you and hands you a water. “Thanks dude,”

“These guys are fucking sick. They are favored to win their categories.”

“Really? That’s awesome. Do you have your outfit picked out?” You ask, embracing a moment of normalcy in your life.

“No, Joe and I are going tonight to look at rentals. Do you want to come?”

“No thanks, I haven’t seen Ben all week and I’m just going to wear something from my closet. I’m thinking my New Year’s Eve dress from last year.”

“Ooo that’s a good One. I’ll get a coordinating tie.” Xavier smiles at you. “Do you have a bias?”

“Uh what?”

“Haven’t you read upon this group? You pick a favorite and that’s your bias.” Xavier sips his iced coffee.

“That is ridiculous. They’re just people. Like every other group we’ve worked with,” you roll your eyes.

“I don’t make the fandom rules honey. My bias is Jimin. Look at that dancing.” Xavier proceeds to stare at Jimin for the remainder of the first song. “Ooooo but if there’s another one they’re your bias wrecker.”

“Please start speaking English again.” you playfully shove him.

“What were you and RM chatting about?” He arches his eyebrows up and down.

“Lav mics. And more specifically why I am the one who is supposed to place them and not overconfident performers,” you huff.

“I’m gonna put down Jhope as your bias and RM as your wrecker.”

You roll your eyes and stand up for the second song. Xavier continues to eyefuck Jimin.

You once again find your eyes drawn to RM. He’s not the best dancer but he’s taller than the rest of the guys and has a certain swagger when he raps that commands the room. It’s sexy as fuck and you get annoyed at yourself for thinking that. The second song ends. You, Xavier, and Rafael burst into applause.

“Great job guys! That looked and sounded Amazing. How did you feel about it?” you direct your question to RM so he can translate. He and JHope discuss a few things. You walk over to them to gather any feedback. Suga has wandered over to Rafael and is looking at the console with him. You giggle as you watch Xavier try and think of something to say to Jimin and you almost get secondhand embarrassed for him.

“Ok guys, any changes or anything?” you ask as RM and JHope grow quiet.

“No. We just need to run it again a few times. When our filming crew arrives they will record it for us to share online with ARMY so we want to make sure it’s good before then.”

“Ok. sounds good.” you take out your phone and rescan the schedule. “You have an hour and a half before they arrive so you just let Rafael know when you’re ready to go again for practice” your phone chimes, “I have to go meet with catering and I will be right back.”

The rest of the practice session runs smoothly. Their BTS production team arrives to film content for their fans and you and Xavier feel like a bunch of perverts watching them stretch but it doesn’t stop either of you from doing it.

“Oh my god you guys,” Rafael laughs at you two. “Stop.”

“Stop what?” you ask, trying to sound innocent.

Rafael rolls his eyes. “Y’all thirsty. Don’t you guys have boyfriends?”

“Our boyfriends do not look like that,” Xavier gestures to the group. You just grow red and try not to laugh and distract them.

“Stop it you guys. You’re being really unprofessional.” you say through suppressed laughter

“Yeah, stop it guys,” Rafael mocks you and the three of you laugh as their song wraps up.

“Great job!” you yell. “We have time for one more run through. Grab some water and we’ll do one more set before dinner.” You walk over to RM. “Hey, the studio owner’s daughter is here and I told her she could watch as long as she doesn’t take pictures or anything. Is that still ok? Did you check with everyone?”

“Yeah, that shouldn’t be a problem.” he says, his voice huskier than normal from the exertion of practicing for hours.

“Here,” you hand him a bottle of water and head down to the first floor.

Robert’s daughter, Clara, is a super excited ten year old who is trying to play it cool but she keeps making adorable squeaking sounds. “Hey! Are you super excited?” you greet her and Robert.  She just smiles more, unable to form coherent words “I just need you to either give me your phones or put them in a locker.”

“Sure thing,” Robert hands you their phones. “Thanks again. I’d say this would make her day but it’s probably more like her year or her life,” he smiles.

“Of course. Happy to do it.” you start walking up the stairs with them, “I know we can watch them and they might have time to chat afterwards but they have also had a really long day, so don’t be upset if they seem tired or anything, ok?” you prep Clara.

She nods enthusiastically and then starts crying when she enters the room. “Oh God,” you say and you gesture at chairs you had set out for them.

“Ah youth,” Xavier remarks as you walk over to the console. As you turn around you are surprised to see that one of the members, Taehyung has walked over to Clara and is trying to get her to stop crying and it is the sweetest thing ever.

“I don’t even have ovaries and they’re aching,” Xavier whispers in your ear. You suppress the urge to laugh and agree with him and walk over to make the introduction.

“This is Clara, and her father Robert. This,” you gesture” is Robert’s studio.

“Oh. Thank you Robert. And Thank you Clara for being ARMY,” he smiles at both of them. “We dance now, ok?”

Clara enthusiastically nods her head.

“Thank you so much,” you say to Taehyung as he turns to go back to the stage area.

“No, thank you.” he smiles an adorable smile at you and holy shit is this how they lure all these fans?! With their dancing and adorable smiles?! You make a mental note to watch some Youtube videos later tonight and walk back to your position in the front of the room. The guys are all back in their spaces.

“Mic check 1 2.” you go through the pre-check again.

The last performance of the night is perfect. Clara sings along to all the words and you even see a tear or two fall down Robert’s face as he is so happy to see his little girl’s dream come true. Wow this has been a day. You are thankful you ordered coffee to be delivered with dinner. The band members are all kind enough to walk over and say hi to Clara and thank Robert one more time.

“Thanks again [y/n] it really means a lot to us,” Robert shakes your hand.

“Of course. Thanks again for the space. I’ll see you around the studio.” you hand them their phones back as you escort them to the front door. You poke your head into the kitchen and confirm food counts with the caterer and grab yourself a coffee.

“Alright guys. Dinner is in the kitchen and ready when you are. There is also a stocked shower if anyone wants to take one here. Great work today.” Everyone on the BTS production unit makes their way to the dining area. Some of the guys stop and change clothes before dinner, some don’t. It’s been a long day. You, Rafael, and Xavier clean up the dance room so it will be ready for tomorrow.

“What are you guys doing tonight?” Rafael asks as he covers the console.

“I’m going suit shopping with Joe for the awards show. Do you want to join?” Xavier responds.

“Nah, I’m going to wear my funeral suit like usual.”

“Boooo!!!!” you and Xavier both yell at him, like usual. He loves that boring ass suit and it’s the only one he owns.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.” he laughs as he defends himself.

“It’s boooorrrrriiiinnnngggg. This is a fun awards show. Plus me and Joe and [Y/N] are going to look so pretty. Don’t you want to also?” Xavier finishes helping you gather the recycling.

“No. I’ll stay boring and scruffy to help make you three look better.” he smiles. “I’m grabbing dinner here. Anyone else?”

“Me.” you raise your working arm.

“I thought you were meeting Ben tonight?” Xavier interrupts.

“Change of plans. I spaced that I have to be the one to lock up tonight so I have to be the last one out. I don’t want to rush anybody so I’ll just stay here and work until everyone else is finished.” you sigh. “But, I am getting free dinner.”

“Always the optimist.” Rafael pats your shoulder, “that’s why we love you.”

You smile and grab the bag of recycling to carry downstairs. As you round the corner you once again slam into RM. “Jesus,” you yell, forgetting professionalism for a second.

“Sorry.” he takes the recycling bag from you, “Do you guys need help with anything else?” He asks cooly.

“No, we are all finished,” Xavier responds, turning off the lights. “Thanks dude.” he starts down the stairs oblivious to what’s going on. “See you all tomorrow!” he happily yells as he leaves.

“So in love.” Rafael comments. “Gross.” he jokes as he begins down the stairs.

“Agreed,” you follow him, “Are you coming?” you turn and ask RM.

“Yep.”

You slow down a bit so Rafael is all the way down the stairs, “Back to being an asshole?” you ask him, your voice lilting in a joking way.

“Absolutely.”

“Fantastic. Thanks for carrying the recycling, Asshole.”

“Sure thing. Is Rafael your boyfriend?”

Did he really just ask you that? Before you can form words you just start laughing. “Ahahahahahahaha. No. Hard Pass. No. We have worked together for 5 years. We are very good friends. Ahahaha. I can’t even. Wow. No. My boyfriend does not work with me. Otherwise we would probably kill each other. Why? Are you interested in Rafael? I can get you his number?” you  laugh again.

“Oh my God. No.”

“Why do you care who my boyfriend is?” you ask, nearing the bottom of the stairs, “Jealous?" You tease.

If you would have been looking you would have seen the moment of hesitation on his face before he responded, “Don’t flatter yourself.” NEXT CHAPTER

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I Never Knew - Part 8, Final Chapter

Genre: WWII!AU

Pairing: Brian (Day6) x You (Female!Reader)

Warning: Mentions of war and death, Slight angst

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, Epilogue | Words: 4,527

*gif courtesy of @cramelot​

You honestly had no idea how long it was until you were standing back up, facing Cat as she gripped your upper arms and tried to force you to look at her.

It could have been seconds, but it also could have been hours. As soon as you’d seen Brian lying in the hospital bed, time had basically stopped existing in your world.

(In reality, Cat had let you cry for approximately 72 seconds before stepping in.)

“Y/N,” she said firmly -- but somehow still gently. “Pull yourself together.”

You swallowed down the huge lump of emotion in your throat, blinking away the blurriness in your vision so you could see Cat clearly.

“Pull yourself together,” she repeated, her voice quieter yet more urgent. “It won’t help anything if you break down. Brian won’t wake up if you just sit here crying.”

Unsurprisingly, it took a few moments for her words to sink in... but when they did, you let out a deep exhale. You straightened your posture, and you shifted your gaze to lock eyes with her.

Looking at Cat now, everything seemed to fall back into place. Your world un-shifted and un-tilted, and your mind became clearer.

She was right, of course. Cat usually was.

“Okay,” you choked out, tipping your head into a small nod. “What -- tell me what to do. What can I do?”

“Take his vitals. Blood pressure, temperature, oxygen level -- the usual. You’ve done it before, you can do it in your sleep.”

You nodded again, more vigorously this time.

“You’re a volunteer so you can technically do whatever you want... but I’m going to assign you to him. Don’t worry about the other patients, we have enough staff to deal with it.”

You knew that wasn’t entirely true, but you weren’t going to refute her. Not right now.

“Stay with him. Do whatever the doctors tell you, and when you don’t feel like working anymore, pull up a chair and sit. Talk to him. Hold his hand, touch him. I don’t know this for sure -- from a medical standpoint, at least -- but I have a feeling coma patients know when someone is with them. They can feel it.”

Your heart clenched a little just thinking about Brian knowing you were with him. Would he even want you with him, though? He hadn’t written to you. How did you know what his feelings were toward you?

But, again, you weren’t going to refute Cat. Not right now.

“All right,” you whispered.

Cat let go of your arms but only so she could reach up and cradle your cheeks in her palms. “It’s going to be fine,” she assured you softly. “Just stay focused on helping him. And you can help him.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep more tears from forming, and you murmured a “Thank you.”

Before you had a chance to pull away and get started on taking Brian’s vitals, Cat pulled you in for a hug, squeezing you tightly.

“I’m here for you,” she whispered. “Just like you said you would be here for me if anything happened to Wonpil, I’m here for you now. You’ll get through this, I promise.”

Your throat was too tight to answer her, so you simply squeezed her back to let her know just how much you appreciated her.

When Cat left you to go about her day, you immediately sprung into action. You grabbed the nearest blood pressure cuff, pulled back the corner of Brian’s bedsheet, and lifted his arm.

You did everything automatically from then on. You took his blood pressure (normal), his temperature (normal), his blood/oxygen level (normal)... Everything about him seemed normal -- except for the bandage around his head. You attempted to peek underneath, using two fingers to lift the gauze as gingerly as you could, but it was no use.

Finally, about an hour after you jotted down all his vital signs on his chart, one of the hospital doctors approached his bed.

“Dr. Lee,” you greeted, standing up from the chair Cat had brought you twenty minutes ago. “Do you know anything about what happened? What his condition is?”

Dr. Lee had taken Brian’s chart and was now studying it, flipping through the papers.

“From what I understand,” he mumbled, his brow furrowed as his eyes moved across the page. “There was some sort of explosion. He was far enough away not to suffer any external damage, but he was knocked down and landed on some sort of rock. Hit his head and has not regained consciousness since.”

Hearing that knocked all the breath out of your lungs.

“Wh -- when did this happen?” you asked weakly.

“A couple of days ago, I believe. Nice work on the vitals.”

“Thank you,” you murmured. “Is there anything else I can do to help?”

“We’re going to take him back for a brain scan, so not at the moment.” Dr. Lee put Brian’s record back on the small basket hanging at the end of the hospital bed and shifted his gaze to look at you. “A nurse is bringing his stuff in, though, so I’ll tell her to give it to you.”

Oh, god.

His stuff?

What stuff?

You simply nodded though, unable to respond verbally because now your heart was racing with anxiety. Your stomach was doing somersaults and leaping up into your throat.

You stepped out of the way when two of the other doctors came to transfer Brian onto a rolling stretcher, watching as they wheeled him back toward the examination rooms. Not even a minute later, Cat arrived carrying a box.

Your heart rate increased even more, and you took the box carefully when she held it out to you.

“How are things?” she asked as you set the box down on Brian’s now empty bed.

“He hit his head on a rock,” you mumbled. You were staring at the box, not knowing if you had the strength to lift the lid. “He’s been unconscious for probably a few days.”

You felt Cat’s hand come to rest on your back. “You’ve done all you can, dollface. Now you just have to be there for him. Remember what I told you -- talk to him, hold his hand. He’ll know you’re here.”

You nodded, and then you heard the clicking of Cat’s heels as she walked away.

After gazing at the lid of the box with unbroken concentration for at least an entire minute, you finally curled your fingers underneath the edges... and opened it.

You carefully set the lid down on the bed, avoiding looking into the box just yet. But your eyes caught a glimpse of green fabric, so you knew it was safe to look. It was just his uniform.

Reaching inside carefully, you lifted Brian’s jacket and pants out of the box. Just because it was instinct from doing your father’s laundry for so many years, you checked the pockets, slipping your fingers inside and sweeping them around in each small pouch.

When you felt the soft, somewhat jagged edge of a piece of paper, your brow furrowed slightly. Sliding it out from the pocket, your heart stopped as you realized...

It was his half of the pictures from the arcade photo booth.

You still had your half, as well, tucked in the frame of a picture of your father on your nightstand. Yours was still pristine since you left it there, but Brian’s half was wrinkled and worn. It was obvious he kept it with him, and you could just imagine him taking it out of his pocket to look at.

Tears filled your eyes at the thought. Did he look at the pictures and smile? Or did his heart fill with anger every time he saw your face?

You couldn’t think about that, so you quickly set his jacket and the pictures down on the bed, going back into the box to continue your inventory.

But the next thing you saw was... a rather large stack of envelopes tied up with string.

You forced yourself not to assume who the letters were for, or that they were even letters at all. Maybe they were just envelopes. Empty envelopes with nothing inside --

A sob almost escaped from your lips when you lifted the stack and saw your name written on the first envelope.

All right, it was time to stop holding yourself back.

Without hesitating, you wriggled the envelope out from under the string, setting the rest of the stack into the box and sitting down on the edge of the mattress. You turned the envelope over and opened it, though your fingers were trembling with anxiety. You knew you may not like what he’d written, but you had to read it. Even if he was expressing his hatred or his confusion or his bitterness... you had to know.

As soon as you slid the piece of paper from the envelope and unfolded it, your eyes scanned the page hungrily.

Dear Y/N,

I was wrong. It hasn’t gotten easier. None of it has. Not the war, not sleeping at night, and certainly not missing you. I think I miss you more today than I did five months ago. There’s nothing you can do about it now, of course, so please don’t feel bad. And I know you will feel bad when you read this because... I know you. You have the kindest heart of anyone. I don’t know -when- you’ll read this, but no matter when it is, it’ll be too late to stop me from missing you.

Speaking of reading letters: Wonpil read to me his latest letter from Cat, and you’ve got to stop working so hard, my love. I’m worried about you; I need you in good health when I get back so I can take you out to dinner as soon as possible.

And, yes, I’m worried about you. I know the whole reason you ended it between us was so I could focus on doing my job and not be worried about coming home to you. But I’ve tried that, and I’ve failed. Every day I fail at not worrying about you, and it might sound dumb, but... I feel like I’ve let you down. I promise I will apologize in person one day. Soon.

You had to put the letter down after reading that because the tears in your eyes were now blurring your vision too much to see the words.

Brian felt like he had to apologize to you?!

Oh, this was a mess. This was a huge, giant, probably unsolvable mess, and it was all your fault.

And while the guilt was now settling heavily in your heart... you also couldn’t help but be incredibly relieved that Brian had thought about you and missed you and worried about you as much as you’d thought about him and missed him and worried about him.

He didn’t hate you.

Thank god.

You folded the letter back up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to emotionally handle reading any further. But you were still curious enough to pick out another one, an envelope from the middle of the stack.

Dearest Y/N,

I’ve spent time with your father in close quarters for three months now, and I can now clearly see where you get a lot of your habits. Like the way you tilt your head when you’re listening. That expression you make when you don’t like something -- you know, the frown and the wrinkled nose. It’s adorable when you do it (not so much when your father does it). Even the way he laughs sounds just like you. On one hand, it’s killing me -- okay, sorry. Not the best phrase to use. On one hand, it’s breaking my heart to see and hear all these reminders of you because I don’t want reminders. I want you. But on the other hand, I spend more time with him because he reminds me of you. I feel a little more empty inside if I go a day without seeing his head tilt because it’s harder to think about seeing your head tilt. 

This all sounds crazy, so maybe I’ll just throw this letter out so you never read it.

And, Good Lord, I hope your father never learns of this. I think I would quit on the spot.

Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, I hope you’re not making your ‘I don’t like that’ face. I hope you’re laughing or smiling or tilting your head or sleeping. I -really- hope you’re sleeping, a lot more than I am.

Boy, do I miss sleep.

Okay, this letter has taken a turn. You’ll probably never read this so... I’ll just write down the things I want to say to you so badly but need to be said in person:

I love you. More than any person has a right to love someone. It might be because I haven’t seen you in three months, and absence makes the heart grow fonder, but... it’s not. I loved you before we left, and I’ll love you long after we come back. I want it all with you. I want to marry you and buy a house with a picket fence and come home from work to you every day and wake up to you in the morning and have a dog and kids and anything and everything you ask for. I just don’t think my life could ever feel complete if you’re not in it, and I just... I love you. The moment I get to feel you in my arms again will be the best moment of my life. Until the moment I get to kiss you again. Then -that- will be the best moment of my life. Until the moment I can ask you to marry me. And then the moment you say ‘I do.’ And then every moment after that.

All right, I’ll stop being so corny.

I love you.

Yours forever,

Brian

P.S. My favorite constellation is Cassiopeia. I don’t know why I never told you. I was just being annoying, I guess. I used to love it just because I liked the shape, but now I love it because it reminds me of you. Cassiopeia is a Queen known for her beauty, and that describes you, as well. Known for your beauty, inside and out.

Obviously, tears were now streaming down your face. You had to cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your sobs. But, also, your heart was singing. The life he imagined with you -- you wanted it, too. You hadn’t let yourself think about having it with him, and maybe you still shouldn’t because you had no idea what the results of his scan would be.

But you wanted that life more than you wanted anything else.

...And do you know what? You were going to tell him that.

You stood from his hospital bed, swiftly making your way to the nurse’s breakroom. Once there, you nicked a pad of paper and a pen, and when you arrived back at Brian’s bed, you plopped down in the chair Cat had brought over for you. And you began writing.

You started writing the letter in your head currently, the one telling him how you felt and how you wanted the life he’d laid out, too.

The doctors wheeled him back in just as you were finishing up, and when he was settled back in the bed, you leaned over to use the mattress as your writing desk. Cat had told you more than once to talk to him and make your presence known, so that’s what you were going to do.

You spent the next couple of hours writing letters to Brian, pulling every letter you’d written to him mentally out of your brain and putting it on paper. You knew there was a chance he would never get to read them, but you knew you still had to write them. Just in case.

And, almost every day for the next month, you did the same thing. You wrote a letter to Brian, narrating whatever thoughts popped into your head and including details from the doctors (they surmised he would wake up any day now, though they had no way of knowing when), news from the headlines, and messages from the front line your father had sent along in his own letters.

You kept following Cat’s instructions, too. You sat with him every possible second, holding his hand and talking to him. You still helped around the hospital because it was still busy, and they still needed your help. But whenever you could spare time, you were with Brian.

For probably the first week, it had been easy to stay optimistic that he would wake up soon. Now, over four weeks later, it was difficult to stay optimistic that he would wake up at all.

It was even more difficult because he looked fine! There were no wounds to heal or bruises to fade anywhere on his body. He was just... sleeping.

You felt like crying more and more each day, and you did when you returned home at night. But you did your darndest not to cry in front of him. You still believed Cat when she said he knew you were there; if you didn’t believe her, you would probably start to lose your sanity.

The letters your father sent helped keep your morale up, and as you arrived at your mailbox after another long day at the hospital, a giddy smile curved your lips when you saw an envelope with his familiar handwriting scrawled in the center. Quickly, you reached in and slid the envelope out before closing the lid of the mailbox and starting down the walkway.

As you followed the path to the front door, you nervously tapped a corner of the envelope against your palm, wondering what news he would bring you this time. Was it too late to go back to the hospital and read it out loud to Brian?

You kept a letter opener in the entryway for just this purpose; you’d learned easily that you just couldn’t wait a second longer than the length of time it took to walk from the mailbox to the front door to open your father’s letters. So, as soon as you stepped through the doorway, you grabbed the ornate, bronze handle from the small side table and wiggled the blade underneath the flap.

No sooner had you sliced through the envelope than the paper was unfolded, your eyes scanning the words.

You barely got through the first sentence before your breath caught in your throat.

I finally have good news for you, Cupcake: we’re coming home.

The envelope floated down to the floor by your feet. One shaky hand lifted to cover your mouth. Tears filled your wide, startled eyes.

Your father was coming home.

And Wonpil was coming home.

You had to tell Cat.

You hastily re-folded the letter, clutching it in your fingers as you threw open the front door and launched yourself out onto the porch and down the walkway. You ran as fast as your heels would take you, your body instinctively guiding you through the route you’d taken too many times to count.

Before you could even reach the halfway point, though, you saw...

Your brow furrowed, and as you panted to try and catch your breath, you began to slow your steps.

“Cat?” you gasped, though she was still too far from you to actually hear you.

But then you heard her voice calling out to you through the darkness. “Y/N!” she cried, and you could tell she’d been running just as you had.

You picked up the pace again, wanting to get to her as soon as you could. What was going on? Why was Cat running to see you this late at night?

When the two of you finally reached each other, Cat grabbed onto your forearms. As she was trying desperately to catch her breath, you looked her square in the eye with a very wrinkled forehead.

“What?” you asked in-between pants. “What is it?”

Even though Cat was breathing quite a bit harder than you, she didn’t waste any time in answering your question. “Brian,” she gasped. “He’s awake.”

Your eyes widened and your heart dropped down to your feet.

Hastily, you shoved the letter into Cat’s hand, instructing her to read it before leaning down and taking off your shoes. Once you held both of them by the heels, you dashed off, running yet again toward the hospital.

Brian was awake.

Brian was awake.

Tears filled your eyes yet again as you ran, tears of joyful anticipation because Brian was finally awake. And even if he couldn’t remember a thing or if he had to learn to walk and talk all over again, you knew this was it. The moment which would change everything. The moment which would start the rest of your life -- with Brian.

As soon as you reached the hospital, you didn’t hesitate in pushing through the doors and, quite frankly, almost sprinting down the hallway. You weaved your way through the nightshift nurses and the hospital beds, your gaze laser-focused on the end of the bed you knew so well by now.

And when you finally reached it, you slid to a stop, panting and gasping for air.

But it didn’t matter that you could hardly breathe. Nothing mattered. Because Brian’s eyes were open. He was sitting up.

And those open eyes of his shifted, landing on you and blinking a few times.

For a few moments, there was silence. Only the sound of your heavy breathing filled the space in-between you.

You didn’t say anything. He didn’t say anything. And you worried maybe he had forgotten everything.

But then a smile broke out onto his lips, and he murmured your name.

You had to hold onto the railing of the bed so you wouldn’t collapse onto the floor right there. And, for the third time in just a matter of minutes, you brought your hand up to your mouth, covering half of your face as tears began to stream down your cheeks.

“Y/N, hey,” Brian said with a bit more strength in his voice. “Com’ere.”

You let your heels drop to the floor before obeying him, shuffling around to the side of the bed. He held his arms out for you, and you did your best not to fall onto him.

But when you did perch on the edge of his mattress, and when he did envelope you in his embrace... it felt so good you practically melted right there on the spot.

And then the word vomit began.

“Oh, Brian, I’m so sorry,” you mumbled into his shoulder, through your tears. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have ended it, and I thought about you every single day, and I missed you so much, and you don’t know how scared I was when you came back, and I read the letters you wrote me, and I wrote you some this past month, and I don’t know how I could have been so stupid because I love you so much and I shouldn’t have --”

“Hey, hey,” Brian interrupted before shushing you. “It’s all right.”

“No, it’s not, I --”

“I’m not mad at you,” he assured you. “I know why you did it, and I -- well, there’s nothing to forgive. I don’t think. ...You’re talking about you breaking up with me, right?”

You nodded.

“Okay, just checking. Some things are still a little fuzzy right now,” he chuckled.

You pulled away then, wiping your eyes as your brow wrinkled deeply. “I’m sorry, I’m completely bombarding you --”

Brian cut you off by placing a hand on your cheek, his eyes searching yours quite intensely. “No,” he whispered after a few moments, unable to keep a smile from curving his lips. “You’re not fuzzy. You never have been.”

You covered his hand with yours, feeling even more tears pressing against the back of your eyes. You didn’t say it out loud, but the expression on your face said it for you: really?

“You were the first thing I thought of when I woke up,” he told you. “You’ve... been here the whole time, haven’t you?”

You nodded again, a happy sob escaping through your lips. “Yes,” you answered him with a watery chuckle. “Yes, I have.”

And then you heard the clamoring of someone running -- someone in heels running -- toward you.

“Wonpil’s coming home?!” Cat cried, and you scrambled hastily to get off the bed to meet her. You rushed around the side of the bed, holding out your arms as Cat nearly crashed into you.

“Wonpil’s coming home,” you confirmed with a giddy, but still tearful, smile.

Cat threw her arms around your neck, squeezing you as she let out her sobs of joy.

“I didn’t read the whole letter,” you admitted. “What does it say?”

“They’re already on their way,” Cat answered in a muffled voice. “They might be here tomorrow or the day after, I don’t know. But soon.”

When you glanced at Brian, the smile on his lips made your heart skip five beats.

And then it skipped five more because... 

Brian was awake. He remembered you, and he loved you.

Your father was coming home. Alive.

Wonpil was coming home. Alive.

The war still wasn't over, so you had no idea how long this would last -- Brian, your father, and Wonpil all home and alive and well -- but right now you would take what you could get.

You squeezed Cat as she sobbed into your shoulder, but then she seemed to remember what she’d told you before reading the letter. She jerked away from you, chuckling at herself.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt -- go, go back,” she murmured as she pushed you toward Brian’s bed. “We’ll celebrate when they actually get home.”

Oh, yes, you would.

There would probably be another party, and you would get to dance the night away with Brian -- Cat would get to dance the night away with Wonpil -- while your father played poker. Just like old times.

As you slid back onto the mattress, fitting yourself back into Brian’s embrace, you wondered if you could get Brian to ask his friend Jae to sing that song again at this inevitable party. The one the two of you danced to at the end of the night.

I never knew what love could do until I met you.

Looking back on it now... you’d known that song was important even while you were dancing to it. But you hadn’t known just how important.

You hadn’t known just how strong and true your love for Brian would become. You hadn’t known just how lucky you were to have your father. You hadn’t known just how much you would come to treasure and cherish Cat as a best friend.

You now felt a bit silly thinking that the love in the song only meant romantic love, but now you knew.

Now you knew the lyrics had foretold all kinds of love for you: romantic love, family love, and friendship love.

You weren’t sure what you’d done to deserve any of it, but by golly, you wouldn’t take any of it for granted. Not for the rest of your life.

Epilogue

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