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annamaggs16 · 3 months
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BH are not learning their lesson. Accepting power from an outside source isn’t what makes you stronger and more durable, if anything it makes you vulnerable to being controlled by it. It isn’t your power to control and it never will be.
I genuinely believe if Fearne wasn’t a wildfire Druid but one of ice powers she never would’ve been considered. Or if Orym was fire ashari instead of air, they would’ve been looking at him. Bells Hells picked the person that made the most thematic sense. They didn’t want Fearne to take it, they wanted fire to be with fire.
Them pointing at her and making her feel bad about “running away” and “not accepting her fate” is gross. They didn’t believe Fearne was strong enough to stand on her own two feet. They didn’t believe her fire would be able to burn bright enough. There wasn’t a single person who said to her she could say “no” to “refuse” or that she didn’t need it. They bared the weight of the world’s fate on her shoulders and she crumbled under the pressure with no one in her corner to genuinely support her.
Now everything she does will be primordial corruption instead of it being just Fearne. Can you really say she’s the one accomplishing it or is the primordial Titan she’s a vessel for now is?
Also, this whole “mates” idea is disgusting. If the Empress and Emperor really wanted to be together they would’ve been in the same vessel: Ashton. And yeah, it likely should’ve killed them. But perhaps “accepting too much power could consume/ruin you” would’ve been too hard of a narrative to tell right now.
This feels too rewardy without thinking of the consequences. And I really hope there are consequences other than just in mechanics because primordial power is a force stronger than them both and equivalent to the gods. Primordial power tried to DESTROY humanity and the gods, why would they choose to do anything different after waking up from a nap and seeing how much time they’ve been forcibly put to sleep?? Especially now since they have physical bodies they can force control over.
Bells Hells lacks self esteem and confidence in themselves to get the job done, the job that they aren’t even convinced they want to do. And instead of researching and speaking with the gods they are going to every other power first and just hoping it’ll make them feel better about themselves. How do you think by adding MORE variables you have to fight to control is going to make your odds better? You aren’t even considering the power that is actively threatened? I’m really starting to firmly believe they’re gonna fail or let the gods die because they’re all too selfish and shallow to think about how what they’re doing is going to effect the world.
How is waking up the primordials and Delilah going to look like….oh wait, we already know because Delilah rose a Titan to stomp toward Vasselheim city. Vax was more or less destined for his fate, but by the gods and look how that turned out. Why would primordial power be any different, why wouldn’t Fearne & Ashton die because of primordial power akin to the way Vax died: accepting a high power which ultimately consumed them whether for the better or worse.
#critical role#cr discourse#fearne calloway#rip Fearne’s arc of learning independent strength and writing her own destiny#rip celestial Aasimar Ashton or even human Ashton where they could’ve made their own choices instead of being a product of someone else’s#you would think this entire party is made up of warlocks because everyone is giving in to power without questioning it#and they have the audacity to say religious folks like FCG are ridiculous for their blind faith and refusing to question high power#it’s sad because Fearne really was the most self assured in who she was and everyone made her doubt herself#and Orym. her best friend. said barely anything to her through this entire thing: fetching the spark. Whitestone. Feywild.#all because he doesn’t think he matches in power to the rest of them#this campaign continues to sacrifice character focus for Plot Plot Plot#it’s been 3 months in game and it’s astonishing to see how much these strangers have made each other worse#and will continue to do so because of all of their shit they aren’t actually willing to face and get help with#bells hells don’t want to be better versions of themselves. they want to be more powerful versions. they’re just like Ludinus Da’Leth#and in their March ‘to do what they believe is right & better’ they’re going to make the worse & wrong choice#selfish shallow damaged broken people can not choose what is right for the world because they can’t see through their pile of trauma#and make a decision with a level head and not emotional influenced ‘don’t wanna save gods who don’t love me’ bs#can’t even say Orym was ever the moral compass#because if you have morals that are so loose and frequently walked all over—#—did you ever have any strong morals worth fighting for to begin with?#he didn’t say anything when they started killing people in Bassuras. he doesn’t say anything when it comes to power#he is the most relatable bells hells to the world. he knows more than anyone of them how power can make people better or worse#and he isn’t SAYING ANYTHING. he isn’t speaking up for the normals who live life with 0 influence of power#and isn’t that the people they’re supposedly doing this for? for the little guys and underdogs—#—who and looked over and undermined by the people in power making all the decisions and choices for them.#and now bells hells is becoming EXACTLY like that and THAT is the real disappointment with all of them#bells hells#critical role spoilers#c3e80 spoilers#c3e80
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The Younger Kind Part 56 | Rooster x Reader
Summary: When Bradley finally gets word about a return date, he has no idea what he's about to walk into at home. You tried your best to take care of things by yourself, but your visit to the hospital shows you how much you need someone with you for physical help as well as emotional support.
Warnings: mentions of blood, pregnancy topics, hospitals, mentions of miscarriage, swearing, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)
Length: 4100 words
Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader
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You managed to get in the car even though Natasha was protesting. "What's wrong?" she asked at least a dozen times as she tried to call an ambulance for you. But you just told her you could drive yourself to the hospital to be checked out. You thought you said the word pregnant to her at some point, but you weren't really sure. Nothing was making very much sense right now. 
There was traffic on every road as dinnertime approached. Everyone else was going out for the night, perhaps for a family meal at a restaurant. You saw kids walking along the sidewalks with their parents, and you started crying. You didn't like leaving Noah to wake up from his nap with Natasha suddenly there instead of you. She would take care of him, of course, but it might confuse him. You didn't see what choice you had in the matter though, as your mind was flooding with worst case scenarios.
What was happening to the baby?
You sobbed as you ran through a yellow light to try to get there faster. What if it was already too late? You were educated enough to know that there were about a million different things that could be going on right now, and they ranged from innocuous to horrifying. Maybe you did something to cause some minor bleeding. Or maybe the baby was already gone.
"Please, no," you gasped as you parked at the hospital and walked quickly through the increasingly dreary weather to the emergency entrance. Your phone was vibrating in the pocket of your sweatpants as you headed right for the desk and blurted out, "I'm pregnant, and I'm bleeding."
The exhausted looking nurse looked up at you and said, "Please have a seat in the waiting area, and I'll come get you when I'm ready for you."
You blinked at her. "I'm bleeding," you repeated in a harsh whisper. "And I'm pregnant."
"Yes," she replied with a nod. "I'll be with you in just a minute."
You took a seat and cried, afraid to use the bathroom in the waiting area, terrified to see more blood when you wiped yourself. Anytime patients came to see Dr. Kelly, you made sure you took care of them right away, especially if they were bleeding or upset. You couldn't stand the tears that would well up in a child's eyes along with uncertainty and fear. 
But then you got it. It only took you a minute to understand that if there truly was something wrong with the baby, then there was nothing they would be able to do at this point.
Your phone was ringing again, and it was Natasha. As the nurse came to retrieve you from your seat, you texted her and let her know you made it to the hospital and to focus her attention on Noah. You were shaking again as the nurse took your temperature and blood pressure, and you wanted to scream at her to do something more than check your vitals. You needed an ultrasound. You needed a doctor. You needed someone to focus on why you were bleeding.
She handed you off to another nurse, and at least he smiled sympathetically at you and said, "We'll get you checked out in no time." But you could barely walk, and you felt his hand wrap around your bicep to keep you upright as he guided you into one of the many rooms in the emergency medicine corridor. "I'll get a doctor right in here, okay?"
His voice was calm, emulating what you tried to do at your own job, and he left you a gown to change into. Once he was gone, you put it on, afraid to check your underwear as you settled onto the narrow bed. The room smelled sterile, and the fluorescent lights were making you nauseous, but he was true to his word. You started counting to yourself, trying to keep track of how much time had passed without panicking, and a few minutes later, a doctor appeared in the doorway.
She spoke your name, and when you nodded, she introduced herself. "You're pregnant?" she asked you evenly as she reached for some latex gloves. She reminded you a bit of Dr. Kelly, and you immediately felt a little bit calmer. 
"Yes. About thirteen weeks along, and I just started bleeding like an hour ago." Your voice broke on your words, but you tried to keep it together. "I'm a pediatric nurse, so I'm not completely proficient in obstetrics, but can you give me an ultrasound and check? I need to know if the baby is okay."
"Lay back so I can see what's going on here." You did exactly as you were told as your heart pounded and panic rose within you. The baby was already so loved; you and Bradley were both looking forward to the due date. Sure, you'd been a little scared of the unknown, but the idea of miscarrying had you sick with worry. 
If Bradley were here right now, you knew you'd feel so much safer, but if the baby was gone, your preference would be to deal with this yourself. The disappointment on his face would be too much to bear. You'd rather never look at him again then have to see how sad he was going to be when you told him. If you had to tell him. 
You ran your thumb along the band of your engagement ring as the doctor gave you a quick examination. "Have you had vaginal intercourse in the last forty-eight hours?"
"N-No," you sputtered. "My fiancé is deployed. He's in Japan."
"Did you masturbate?"
You shook your head; you were so tired, you could barely clean up after dinner each day, let alone get yourself off. "No."
She pulled the gown down again and said, "It's most likely just your cervical tissue reacting to something, but let's get you taken back for an ultrasound to be sure."
"Thanks," you sobbed, letting your palm come to rest on your belly as you closed your eyes and tried to stay afloat in your own terrible thoughts. "I just want to know if I'm still pregnant."
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"Finally," Bradley muttered, running his fingers through his hair as he walked through the hangar with his helmet in his hand. Six weeks was a long time to be away from you right now. Too long, really. He had kind of fallen in love with flying Shadowhawk, but nothing compared to sharing a bed with you and reading bedtime stories to Noah. And he was itching to see the newest ultrasound photos.
He'd been confined to the Naval base at Yokosuka except for one day when the weather was too unsafe to let him fly. He took a short trip back into the city, chaperoned of course, but he was allowed to visit a bookstore. He ended up buying eight books for Noah and the baby, and he couldn't wait to show them to you. And he'd be able to do that soon, because he finally had a return date. If he did his math right, he'd be home in time to take Noah out to get candy on Halloween, as long as he wasn't delayed.
With just a few days left flying Shadowhawk, he really let the throttle tilt. He could hear Admiral Palmer warning him about his speed over the crystal clear comms, and he smiled before he responded. "Yes, sir. I'll ease off." But he didn't until he made a beautiful loop through the air. He was getting used to the ridiculous pressure on his body now, and when he got to San Diego and switched back to his Super Hornet, he was going to miss this feeling. He couldn't wait to try to describe it to you.
He knew what was coming. He was anticipating hours spent looking at his own flight data with the officers, but when the time came, he just felt antsy. The sixth-generation fighter had been moved back into the hangar for storage. He'd taken his last flight. His bags were packed, and he was ready to go home, but he had to pretend to be interested in what came next: at least fifty admirals sifting through data before anything would be determined. Bradley hoped these jets would eventually come to find a home with the US Navy, but it would be years from now if they did. He had done his part, and he wanted to be let loose again.
When he woke up on the day of his departure, he signed a final set of privacy forms before his phone was returned to him as he was ushered out to a car waiting to take him to the airport. He couldn't leave soon enough at this point. All he could picture was your face and Noah's, happy to see him home again. He could practically feel your body in his hands, and it was the only thing he wanted. 
Once he settled in for the short ride, he turned his phone on to find that he only had a tiny bit of battery left. Without even checking to see what time it was at home, he called you. He'd let his phone die talking to you right now if need be, and then he could charge it later. But you didn't answer. That was okay.
"Princess, I'm coming home. I'm on my way to the airport in Tokyo right now, and it's a ten hour flight. I think I'll be landing after midnight, so don't worry about getting Noah out of bed to come pick me up. I'll get an Uber or a taxi. I can't wait to see you, Baby. I love you."
He ended the call, and as soon as he started to investigate all of his missed text messages, the phone died. He was dropped off at the airport with barely half an hour to spare before his flight was scheduled to leave, and that's when he realized he didn't even have his phone charger with him. 
"Fuck," he muttered, rooting around in his bag but coming up with nothing. Maybe it got lost in his room in the barracks when he dumped his bag out? Maybe it was in his duffle which he checked at the airline desk. Regardless, he didn't have time to try to buy a new one, because his flight was already boarding by the time he found the gate. After questioning the flight attendants as to whether or not they had the type of charger he needed, he gave up hope, tossed his phone into his bag and tried to sleep for as much of the ten hour flight as he possibly could. He would be home with his family soon enough.
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You played the voicemail message from Bradley over and over again, but you could barely understand a word that he said. It sounded garbled and fuzzy, and it kept cutting out. He said something about being in Tokyo and something about Noah, and then he told you he loved you, but that's all you could figure out for sure.
"Can you understand what he's saying?" you asked softly, holding up the phone for Natasha to listen to it pretty much as soon as she walked through your front door in her uniform. "I've been trying to decipher this all day."
She took it from your hand and listened to it on speakerphone and then listened again with it pressed to her ear as she made a face. "Hang on," she muttered, playing it a third time. 
She'd been staying at the house with you since your overnight visit to the emergency room. She had essentially been doing everything for you and Noah so you barely had to lift a finger after work each day. You wouldn't have been able to do it on your own, but every time you tried to thank her, she told you it was no big deal and that Bradley was her best friend. You were afraid you were eating into her time with Javy, but she just rolled her eyes and said, "Hoes before bros."
She listened to the message one more time before she said, "It kind of sounds like he's coming home? And he's going to arrive after midnight? And he's getting an Uber from the airport?"
Your heart beat faster. "Do you think he means tonight?"
Noah came running into the living room with a coloring sheet in each hand and Skittles bounding after him. "Aunt Natasha!"
"Hey squirt," she said, picking him up and flying him around the room. She turned back to you and said, "Hopefully it means he'll be back tonight. Let's just leave the porch light on after dinner in case." Then she hauled Noah off to the kitchen where she started cooking while you took a shower. 
Dr. Kelly had immediately cut your hours back for which you were so thankful. She was very understanding when you talked to her. Tomorrow was Halloween, and it was Saturday. The plan was for Natasha to wear the costume you originally bought for Bradley, but if he arrived home tonight and was able to function tomorrow, maybe he'd want to go out to collect candy himself. You were just aching to see him at this point, and now your skin was tingling with the anticipation of him holding you.
After you ate, you tried to clean, but Natasha said, "I'll clean up after Noah's in bed." And then she sent you to the couch with a blanket while she and Noah took Skittles for a long walk down to the beach. You fell asleep there shortly after they left, and you weren't surprised that you ended up in your bed even before Noah was in his for the night. 
You let Natasha take care of everything while you tried to text Bradley again. You'd been trying all day, but he hadn't responded to a single one of them. You checked to see which flights were currently on their way from Tokyo to San Diego, and three of them were arriving late tonight. Honestly, the garbled voicemail had you on edge all day long, making you more exhausted than usual. You fell asleep hoping that he was on one of the flights and that he would be home soon.
And then you woke up to a loud voice coming from the living room. You jolted in bed, throwing the covers off of you in alarm before you realized that the voice was familiar.
"Princess? Baby, it's me! It's Bradley. I didn't want to scare you."
"Bradley," you gasped, jumping out of bed and grabbing at your nightstand until you could get your footing. "Bradley!" you called out a little louder.
"It's me, Baby," he answered. "Is Nat here? Why is her SUV in the driveway?"
You nearly collided with his best friend in the dark hallway, and when you both made it out to the dimly lit living room, you saw him standing there. Tears filled your eyes as you raced for him, and he picked you up into his arms and cradled you against his big body while Skittles whimpered at his feet.
"Daddy," you whispered, aware that Natasha was standing right behind you. "I missed you so much."
He kissed along your neck and your cheek and all of the parts of your face that he could reach as he said, "I love you. I love you so much. I missed you and Noah and the baby." He ran his nose along the shell of your ear and said, "Hey, Nat. What are you doing here? And why are you holding my mom's antique lamp?"
You turned to glance at her over your shoulder where she was indeed standing with the lamp in her hand at her side in her ratty old shirt and lounge pants. "I was making sure you were really you and not an intruder."
He laughed. "You were going to beat the shit out of me with a lamp?"
"Absolutely," she said with a yawn. "Welcome home." Then she turned and went back to the extra bedroom leaving the two of you alone.
Bradley's lips were on yours immediately, and even though you knew you had so much to tell him, you let yourself enjoy the indulgence of his kisses. You whimpered against his mouth and brushed your fingers softly through his hair. "I'm assuming we need to talk," he murmured. "You wanna tell me why she's here?"
You nodded and whispered, "Let's go to the bedroom."
He left his bags on the floor and carried you there immediately, setting you on the unmade bed and dropping down next to you. The room was pretty dark, and you curled up against his body, getting as close to him as you could. You inhaled his scent and soaked up his warmth, finally feeling better than you had in over a month. All of the fear seemed to wash away as he said, "I'm sorry I only left you that one message, but my phone died, and I can't find my charger. Nobody on my flight had the right one either, because apparently my phone is as ancient as I am."
You laughed softly. "I like vintage things, remember?"
"I do recall that," he replied easily. "Is tonight the first night Nat slept here?"
You took a deep breath and whispered, "No. She's been staying here for about a week to help out. Ever since I started... bleeding."
"Bleeding?" he echoed, his arm wrapping around you a little tighter as you nodded against his neck and tried to gather your thoughts. "Princess, what happened?"
His voice was alert and strong yet worried and cautious, and you told him, "I went to the bathroom last week, and when I wiped I was bleeding." His sharp intake of breath had you scrambling as you said, "The baby is okay."
"Are you okay?" he asked, gently rolling you onto your back to get a better look at your face. "Fuck. I should have never agreed to go away." He ran his big hand across your forehead and down your cheek. "Are you okay?"
"I'm okay," you promised as you cried for what seemed like the hundredth time. "I was just so scared," you admitted, your voice barely a squeak. "I was so scared the baby was gone."
You realized Bradley's fingertips were rubbing soothing circles against your side as he whispered, "I'm sorry I left. I'm so sorry I wasn't here to take care of everything. Please, tell me what happened. Tell me everything."
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Bradley got you cuddled under the covers, and he turned the lamp on so he could better see your face. You looked beautiful if not exhausted, and he was so grateful for his best friend being there for you. "I guess I overdid it a little bit," you admitted. "I took some extra hours at work and started getting the bedroom ready for the baby. I just wanted the weeks to pass quickly, you know? When I started bleeding, I called Natasha, and she came right over. She's basically been here since then."
He kissed your nose. "What did the doctors do?"
You closed your eyes and whispered, "They checked me over. Every inch. And they found that I needed progesterone shots. They caught it just in time, so maybe it was good that I ended up there."
Bradley felt like an idiot, but it didn't matter as long as you were okay. "What's the progesterone for exactly?"
You smiled as you snuggled closer to him. "It'll make my uterus better for the baby. Safer. The injections are pretty common, and I only need to get them a few more times. But I'm tired of all the needles, and now I can kind of understand how some of my own patients feel."
Bradley laced his finger with yours and asked, "And you're sure you're okay? Perfectly safe and healthy?"
"Yes. The baby is, too."
He kissed your forehead as he realized he was crying. "Just as long as you're okay, Princess. I love you." You nodded as you fell asleep, and he knew how badly you needed to rest. After he turned the light off, he held you against his chest and tried to make sense of everything. 
You and the baby were okay. Your doctor and the staff from the emergency room were monitoring your blood work every week now. You were getting injections in your thigh which were making your leg sore and bruised, but it was helping the baby. As much as he'd loved flying Shadowhawk, he regretted his time away from home a little bit more now.
When you rolled away from him around six o'clock, he had barely slept. Carefully, he extracted himself from the bed, and Skittles came trotting right over to him. He picked her up and straightened out the wrinkled clothing he had been wearing for way too long, but when he walked out to his kitchen, he found Nat was already there. She turned to face him as Skittles started licking his face, and he walked right into her arms for a hug.
"Thank you," he whispered, letting her hold him while he cried. "Is she really okay? She told me she's fine."
She rubbed his back and said, "Mostly. I think. She is stubborn, Bradley. When I got here, she drove herself to the emergency room before I even had a full grasp of the fact that she was pregnant. She told me to stay with Noah until she came home, and when I told her I'd get Javy to come stay here while I met her at the hospital, she yelled at me."
"That tracks," he said softly. He thought about how you stood up for him and Noah and fought alongside him for custody. Even after you got hurt. Even after he hurt you. 
"She was terrified that you'd be upset about a potential miscarriage."
Bradley felt like she slapped him in the face. "Shit," he grunted as she released him from the hug. It wasn't like that kind of thing could usually be prevented. He would have been sad, yeah, but only because he was so excited. He wouldn't have been upset with you though. Not at all. "I'll talk to her more about that when she wakes up." He scratched his head and set Skittles down. "Did you clean my kitchen?"
"Yes," she replied evenly as she switched on the coffee maker. "And if you try to thank me for anything I did, I swear to god, I will fucking key your Bronco. I did it for her, because she needed help."
He caught himself before he could thank her again, too afraid to find out if she was telling the truth. She probably was. "I'll make sure she's getting all the rest she needs. She will not be lifting a finger around here."
"That's what I like to hear," she said, patting him on the chest. "Now, I'm going to take one of your travel mugs full of your overpriced coffee from your fancy machine and head back to my place. I'll call you later, and I'll stop by tonight to hand out candy to your trick-or-treaters while you take Noah around the neighborhood."
"Shit, I guess I need to go out and buy candy and costumes and everything."
As her coffee brewed, Nat said, "It's all been taken care of. The bags of candy are on top of the fridge."
Bradley glanced in that direction and said, "You have to let me repay you, Nat."
She grabbed the travel mug and pulled her keys out of her pocket, brandishing them in his face. "Fuck around and find out, Bradshaw. You will not thank me, and you will not pay me back. You'll just let me come over and play with Noah at least once a week now while you take care of your wife-to-be. Those are my terms. Have a nice day."
"Okay," he called out, following her to the door to make sure her key went directly into her own ignition where it belonged. Then he got to work, pulling up some recipes on his phone; he was going to attempt to be the best dad and almost husband in the entire world, because that's what his family needed. 
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If you have been through any of this kind of shit like I have, I'm sending you a hug. It's stressful and scary, and not something you should have to deal with alone. Bradley is home and ready to be the absolute best. Thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls
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mandosaur · 10 months
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New Rules (Miguel O'Hara / Reader)
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Fandom: Across the Spider-Verse
Pairing: Miguel O'Hara / Reader
Word Count: 11,320
Estimated Reading Time: 40:58
Summary:
“No.”
Her voice is firm and she jabs a finger at your chest.
“Do not do that. Hit ignore. Block him. Toss the thing at the wall. Do not answer.”
Lyla calls again and sends an alert that Miguel is trying to contact you.
“Hit ignore! Don’t do it!” Gia reaches out for your watch.
You stand abruptly. It’s a stupid, stupid choice. You know it is. Gia is right, you should just chuck the thing in a garbage bag.
But you still fish your phone out of Gia’s purse and toss some cash at the bar.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize.
Your on and off again friends with benefits arrangement with Miguel comes to a close, but you just can’t seem to let him go.
Loosely based off “New Rules” by Dua Lipa.
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“One: Don't pick up the phone You know he's only callin' 'cause he's drunk and alone Two: Don't let him in You'll have to kick him out again Three: Don't be his friend You know you're gonna wake up in his bed in the morning And if you're under him, you ain't gettin' over him.” “New Rules” by Dua Lipa.
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The outfit you’ve picked out for yourself tonight looks great. It’s a red little number that’s been in your closet for ages aching to be worn. You weren’t sure when you bought it how it would look like on you, but it makes you feel great when you catch a sight of yourself in the mirror. You look attractive, hot, and it steels some of your resolve as you head down to where you and your friend agreed to meet.
If you were being honest, you’ve really needed a confidence boost these past few days. The heart ache nestled deep in your chest wouldn’t go away and simply touring New York looking for villains of the week to fight wasn’t cutting it.
A sigh leaves your lips as you find yourself in a bar downtown. Gia, your roommate, has selected a bar for you both to have dinner at. It’s relatively quiet tonight with only a handful of people, yet it still offers plenty of distraction. You may not have been enthusiastic about going out, but you can appreciate having something else to put your mind to.
Although you can’t tell Gia the truth about your recent stint with heartbreak, she knows the details. She knows you had a little fling going on with a guy who checked all your boxes but just wasn’t willing to commit. He’d take you into his bed then leave before the sun rose. It was a never ending push and pull.
Gia didn’t understand why you couldn’t just block the guy and be done with it. She had already chastised you for your “lack of self control” and “frustrating addiction” to pain.
Of course, she didn’t know Miguel.
Miguel. The man who had come into your universe and invited you into his elite little Spider-Man task force to hunt for anomalies. The man who seemed to understand what loss was better than anyone and made you feel seen. Perhaps the only person who knew you better than you.
Gia didn’t get the song and dance you had around him because she didn’t know what it was like to exist as a masked vigilante losing everyone around you. She didn’t know how lonely it was or how sometimes you couldn’t tell who was under the mask. Or if there even was a part of you left that wasn’t just tied to your responsibilities as a hero.
Miguel was the only one who got you. The two of you had clicked like puzzle pieces after meeting. He favored you over the others and had moments where he seemed like he loved you back. Being with him was like finally finding a piece of yourself that you hadn’t realized was missing.
When the two of you had started sleeping together, you had been hopeful. Perhaps the little arrangement between you both would lead to something new. Hell, there had been plenty of moments where he had seemed softer outside of the bedroom and quite a few times you’d catch him staring with a look of affection-
But then everything would go wrong. The moment the two of you got close outside of a biblical sense, he’d pull back. Close you out and end things with you. You’d go days without speaking to each other feeling miserable and heart broken only to be suddenly called back by him.
He’d pull you back in like a magnet and sleep with you over and over again until the next time you ventured too close and he shoved you aside once more.
It was a very painful back and forth, yet you couldn’t find it in you to end things permanently. Not when he took up a large part of your heart, and not when he was your boss of all things.
Currently, you were on the outs again. He’d called it off a few days ago after a bad mission. He’d come back to HQ in a horrible mood and everyone else had suffered for it. When you’d walked up to his office to check in on him, he had snapped at you to leave. His words had been harsh and cold. He had ordered you to stop acting like his girlfriend, constantly checking in and taking care of him like a child, and reminded you that nothing existed between you other than two adults satisfying some urges.
His words had been a blow to your heart and you had left HQ suppressing tears. Gwen and Hobie had watched you go with sympathy, and Jess had mercifully delayed your missions for a while to give you time to recover. Either that or Miguel had ordered her to keep you away from him.
So, naturally, your best friend had suggested you go out for some drinks. Gia didn’t know about your alter ego or quite who Miguel was, but she knew enough to declare him undeserving of you and promised you’d find someone else.
You look up briefly when Gia arrives. She looks stunning in the neon dress she’s wearing and has done her hair in an elaborate style. There’s a happy grin on her face as she slides in the booth opposite of you and you envy her joy.
She calls your name and hugs you over the table.
“You look hot today!” She remarks.
You offer her your best smile which isn’t much. Already, you can feel some of your earlier apprehension return. You have no energy to be out and about with people. Tonight would have been so much better had you been able to curl up in bed with a box of tissues and some ice cream.
“Meet any cute people?” Gia asks. She rummages through the fries you’ve ordered while scanning the bar.
There’s a group of guys in one corner who eye her with appreciation. You think you catch one looking at you too, but you turn away uninterested. The guy seems handsome, but his eyes aren’t red and he doesn’t have two sets of fangs. He’s not the one you desperately want.
“I’m not feeling too social today,” you admit. You twirl your straw wrapper pensively.
Gia gives you a look with a deadpan expression. You know what she’s thinking. She finds it frustrating you can’t just let Miguel go. She doesn’t get why you’re so hung up on him.
But you are. You genuinely have fallen for him in your time working together. He’s showed you parts of him he’s never showed others. He’s told you about Gaby and how he raised her as a single father in her dimension for months before losing her. He’s told you about how he got his powers and the doubts that come with it. He’s shared his canon events with you and opened up to you about the stress he’s in with holding up the entire multiverse.
He’s let you in where he’s shut others out. You know he feels something for you, are sure of it deep in your bones, but he’s just not willing to admit it to himself. That’s what makes it all so frustrating. Loving someone who doesn’t love you back is torture, but loving someone who does yet won’t allow it for themselves is a death sentence.
Gia sighs and the sound rouses you out of your thoughts. She pinches the bridge of her nose and closes her eyes tightly.
“You have really got to get back out there, babe. He’s not the only man in the world. He’s not adding to your life,” she shakes her head.
You look down at your hands.
“You know I can’t,” you murmur.
A part of you wishes you could. If you could flick a switch and let him go, you’d do it. You’d be better off forgetting all about him. It would save you so much heart ache, but your feelings run deep. He’s captured you completely, tangled you up in his web, and you can’t let him go.
Gia thrusts a hand out at you with a look of impatience. She wiggles her fingers and waits expectantly.
“Gia-“
“Ah, ah, you know the drill. Phone.”
You give her a glare but pass your phone over. Gia has insisted on confiscating it since your last break up. She doesn’t want you to be tempted to call Miguel. Of course, your watch is the only real way to connect with him because of the differences in universes, but you’re certainly not going to tell her that.
Instead, you purse your lips when she slides your phone into her purse and watch as she leans forward. She has a gleam in her eye when she surveys the bar. She’s watching every person carefully trying to assess who’s worth your time.
Eventually, she zeroes in on the guy from before. He’s broken off with his friends and is now sitting alone at the bar. Nursing a glass of something amber, he catches Gia’s eye as he throws another look your way.
You don’t even have time to react before Gia is yanking you up by your hand. She’s pitching you forward before you can even blink. You half wonder if she’s the one with superpowers and not you when you suddenly find yourself in front of the guy.
Gia waves the bartender forward and not so subtly shoves you towards the guy. You catch yourself on his chair with a hiss of her name.
“You alright?” The stranger blinks up at you in surprise.
“I am so sorry,” you hold your hands up, “My friend is drunk-“
Gia swoops in and tosses an arm around your shoulder. She has the same mischievous grin she wore back in college every time she had some idea terrible she was cooking up. It’s gotten you into some trouble before and scares you now.
“Hey, you look like you could use some company. My friend here just left her asshole ex. Why don’t you two catch up while I get us some drinks?” She pats your shoulder and is gone in a whirlwind of energy.
You could melt into the floor out of humiliation.
“OhgodGia,” you groan. You don’t even want to look at the stranger out of sheer embarrassment.
The stranger coughs lightly in surprise before offering you a smile. He blinks in Gia’s wake before offering his hand.
“Oh wow,” he remarks with his own blush, “Well that was subtle. But, please, sit. I-My name is Tyler.”
Knowing that Gia will kill you if you don’t at least try, you slide into the stool next to him slowly. Maybe if you entertain him for a few minutes you can satisfy Gia and convince her to take you home. Then you can proceed to strangle her in a dark alleyway away from witnesses for putting you in this situation.
“I am really sorry about her-again. She means well she’s just a lot,” you run a hand down your face and introduce yourself with your name.
The stranger, Tyler, seems friendly at least. He grins easily at you with his own embarrassment. You can tell Gia has put him on the spot too. At least the two of you have that in common.
“Well, at least she broke the ice for me. I saw you a while ago and thought you were really pretty. My own friends were teasing me too,” he offers.
You wave down the bartender and place an order. You definitely won’t get through Hurricane Gia without a drink.
“So, a break up?” Tyler offers a sympathetic smile, “Been there. I just broke up with my fiancée a few months ago. I think I spent an entire month living off of frozen pizza rolls and watching terrible documentaries just to take the edge off. I definitely know how awful it feels.”
His words put you at ease some. You swirl the ice around your glass.
“Breakup is maybe not the right word. We weren’t really together. I wanted more and he didn’t.”
It hurts to say it out loud. It sounds so pathetic when you put it that way, but you can’t help it. The truth is a brutal knife to the ribs.
Tyler makes a noise of sympathy.
“Well, he didn’t know what he missed out on. It’s his loss,” he lifts his glass to you.
You glance away and see Gia staring from your old table. She mouths for you to keep going. You flip her off when Tyler turns around.
“I’m really sorry about my friend. She’s determined that the way to get over heartache is to find someone else. I’m not really interested in that,” you admit. Better to lay your cards out now.
Tyler leans in like he’s about to tell you a secret.
“Don’t worry, I’m not either. My friends dragged me here tonight too. The one in the gray suit is getting married next month and wanted a chill night out. I’m not here to meet someone. It’s too soon, but maybe we can be friends? Breakup buddies and all that.”
He offers you his cellphone and asks for your number. You bite your lip but decide to take the plunge. Why not? It’s not like you owe any loyalty to anyone.
Once you’ve exchanged information, Tyler’s friends call him over. They’ve decided to move on to another bar across town. Tyler has no choice but to go.
He gets up and gives you a friendly wave.
“Don’t be a stranger,” he turns around then hesitates and turns back to you, “And, for the record, that ex of yours is an idiot. I wouldn’t have let someone like you go.”
Once he’s gone and you’re feeling bashful again, Gia slides into the seat he just occupied. She’s munching on fries like she didn’t just humiliate you. You aim a hard kick to her shin and feel better when she shrieks.
“Never do that to me again,” you warn.
She doesn’t promise you that. Instead, she presses you for info on Tyler.
“You two going on a date soon?” She urges.
“He just got out of a breakup too. He’s not interested either. I’m not going out with anyone.”
Gia sighs.
“Look, the important thing is that you let this mystery guy of yours go. This on and off thing is for high schoolers who haven’t developed their prefrontal cortex and have zero impulse control. You’re an adult. I don’t want to see you so broken up about him. You need to get him out of your system.”
You look away.
It sounds easy, you admit, but forgetting Miguel isn’t an option. He invaded your senses. You remember what it’s like to be held and kissed by him every time you try and push him aside. You remember the way he laughs when you manage to crack through his walls, the way he smiles when he thinks you aren’t looking, and the way his voice gets softer when you call. Even if he’s been yelling at someone moments before, his voice always gets soft when you appear.
He loves you. You know it. He probably knows it. Everyone in the agency knows it. It’s just that he’s not willing to take that final plunge.
Before you can say anything more, your watch begins to glow. Lyla is trying to patch a call through.
Gia doesn’t know much about your watch, but she knows enough to guess you’re being called. She narrows her eyes at you when she sees the way your body tenses.
“No.”
Her voice is firm and she jabs a finger at your chest.
“Do not do that. Hit ignore. Block him. Toss the thing at the wall. Do not answer.”
Lyla calls again and sends an alert that Miguel is trying to contact you.
“Hit ignore! Don’t do it!” Gia reaches out for your watch.
You stand abruptly. It’s a stupid, stupid choice. You know it is. Gia is right, you should just chuck the thing in a garbage bag.
But you still fish your phone out of Gia’s purse and toss some cash at the bar.
“I’m sorry,” you apologize.
The look Gia gives you is murderous. She puts her head in her hands like she’s fed up with you. In her place, you’d probably be fed up too.
Still, you slip out the bar and hit your watch. A little projection of Lyla appears as you duck into a secluded area.
“Lyla?” You tilt your head.
Lyla hums, “Miguel wants you at his office. Says he hasn’t seen you in a while. Poor Miggy is worried for you. You don’t usually spend so much time away from HQ.”
She patches a portal for you. You look around to make sure you aren’t being watched then slide in. Gia will definitely tear you a new one for this tomorrow, but can’t resist the urge not to go back to him.
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Miguel is standing by his computer when you arrive. He’s reading some reports when you pop in. His eyes glance at you as you emerge and his eyes widen.
You’re still in your outfit from the bar. It’s a little ego boost to see the way his eyes scan you from inch to inch. If nothing else, you can find comfort in the fact that you still have the power to drive him crazy.
“You called?” You voice.
HQ is empty this time of night. Most people are either back in their own universe or staying in some of the dorms on the other side of the building. For now, it’s just you and Miguel.
Some anticipation builds in your stomach. This is how a lot of your late night meetings have started.
Miguel straightens up from his chair. You don’t miss the way he swallows when he sees you.
“Did I interrupt something?”
You can’t be sure but maybe there’s just the hint of an edge to his voice. He sounds a little miffed, like he’s jealous. It’s a nice change from his usual aloofness with you.
“I went out for drinks,” you admit, “What is it?”
It’s been days since you’ve last seen him and you missed him. It’s so easy to miss him. He has a hold on you that you can’t possibly escape from. He’s magnetic without trying, has a good heart even if he hides it behind a facade of anger and coldness, and he cares about people. He’s a good person. You’ve glimpsed it all and have fallen hard. Being without him hurts more than any broken bone or injury.
Miguel hesitates when he looks at you. You take stock of him.
He has dark circles under his eyes and looks stressed. A part of you hopes it’s because your last argument has also been keeping him up. If you aren’t the only one hurting, you think it’ll make you feel better. Then again, there’s a mountain of paperwork on his desk and his computer has a ton of messages unread. Maybe it’s less you and more the job itself that has kept him up.
“Jess said you needed a few days off because you weren’t feeling well. I just wanted to make sure you were healthy,” he turns away from you, “Yet I’m sure you are. If you can go around drinking, you can go on a mission.”
A prickle of irritation fills you.
“Did you just call me here because of that? This could have been an email.”
You hope your face doesn’t show the disappointment you feel. For a second, you had been expecting him to have changed. To have admitted he was wrong and hadn’t treated you fairly. Then again, this was Miguel. Miguel wasn’t exactly known for being sentimental or emotional.
“What else is there?” He doesn’t even turn around before he’s at his computer, “I’m assigning you a case this week. Your little vacation is over. You’re dismissed.”
Indignation fills you. You shake your head firmly.
“Come on, Miguel. Give me a little more than that. I haven’t seen you in days and all you do is assign me more work? That’s it?”
You step forward towards him.
He turns around and glares. His eyes flash with a warning.
“That’s it. Go.”
He’s got the voice he uses for the other recruits. The one you’ve heard him scold Hobie and Peter B. in plenty of times. It’s not one he tends to use on you, and you bristle.
“Why did you call me here? Lyla wouldn’t open a portal for me if it was just for work.”
Miguel’s jaw is clenched.
“Well she did that without me asking. I didn’t want you here.”
His words are a blow to the stomach, and your anger grows. You jab a finger at him and glare.
“You’re not even going to apologize? You insult me days ago then want to be professional again without apologizing-“
“Why would I apologize?” His own anger is rising, “I meant what I said. You knew what this was when we started. I’m not sorry you forgot.”
A huff leaves your lips. You shake your head and take another step forward.
“You’re unbelievable.”
“And you’re annoying.”
You meet each other half way. His face is clouded with anger. You can feel your heart race in your chest from you own rage.
“I can’t believe you won’t admit that you want more between us.”
“And I can’t believe you’re testing my self control showing up here in this dress and pointing a finger at me,” he retorts. His eyes go down to your lips. You can sense what he’s about to do.
You lean in first and he devours you. The kiss is full of fire and anger. You’re both pent up and stressed. It burns and consumes you in a way you’ve been longing.
Anger fuels you and you take his hair in your hand giving it a firm tug earning a hiss from him. He picks you up and sets you on a nearby desk. The files scatter on the ground. Neither of you notice.
“You’re not going to apologize?” You hiss it between breaths.
He makes a sound at the back of his throat, “I’ve got nothing to apologize for. My intentions were always clear.”
His mouth goes for your throat. Your rebuke is lost as his hands begin to inch under your dress. The words he’s spitting out at you hurt, but his fingers soothe the sting when he explores your body.
This is a mistake. Gia is right. You should shove him off you and walk away. You’ll never get over him if you’re still sleeping with him, yet you can’t seem to do that. Your body amidst the haze of ecstasy won’t allow it.
Instead, you close your eyes and give in. You let him fuck you in his office all while telling yourself you’ll deal with the fallout in the morning. You don’t think of the consequences or how much this will hurt when the sun rises-
And it does.
It hurts like hell when you blink awake after dozing off in his chair and find him gone in the morning. He’s left for the day and a note near you is the only thing he leaves behind. You read it then throw it into the waste bin with tears running down your face.
In his messy scrawl he’s written, THIS CHANGES NOTHING.
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Gia has her arms crossed when you return to your shared apartment. She knows where you’ve been. She can see it in the bites he’s left along your neck and shoulders. The walk of shame you just took burns.
“You slept with him, huh?” Her eyes are narrowed in annoyance.
You sign and bury your head in your hands. She isn’t done with you yet. Her judgement feels thick against your skin.
“And he left again, huh? Right after he got what he wanted.”
The question makes you cry. You burst into tears feeling regret and heartbreak. Gia sighs and her gaze softens. She wraps her arms around you and holds you close.
What’s worse is that the pain of his rejection doesn’t hold a candle to the pain of missing him. It’s illogical and pathetic, but you and Gia both know this won’t be the last time you make this same mistake.
And it isn’t.
Days later, he appears at your doorstep and you welcome him into your bed again.
———————————————
Days after that encounter, you open the door to find Miguel bleeding in the hallway. He has a large gash across his side that looks painful. He stumbles inside before you can even react.
“Miguel?”
You close the door behind you as he hisses in pain.
“I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come, but I need a first aid kit,” he groans.
You’re grateful Gia isn’t here. You don’t think you could explain why Miguel is bleeding in his spider suit. That or why you let your ex back inside again.
Deciding to shelve your personal feelings, you hurry him over to the kitchen and set him down on a chair. There’s a first aid kit under the sink. You’ve used it plenty of times before when you come back from fighting crime.
Miguel is strong and puts on a brave face as you go about patching him up. The gash at his side is the worst one, but his knuckles are also bleeding and there’s a tiny cut on the side of his chin that looks painful too. It doesn’t look like he’ll need stitches, but it does look bad.
“What happened?” You look up at him.
“Anomaly. I took it down, but it got me on the side. I didn’t even think before coming here. I’m sorry.”
He looks away as you work. You wish you could tell what thoughts are running through his mind. Your own are consumed with the fact that he’s here.
HQ was just a click of the watch away. Lyla could have called him to the medics there and gotten him help. Why had he showed up at your place? You haven’t spoken since the night at his office.
The memory of it stings and you purse your lips.
This is probably a mistake. The second mistake you’ve made this week. Things won’t end well if you don’t develop a sense of self control, but you’re not sure you want to let go. Despite everything, there’s still a little nag of hope that’s rooted itself deep into your heart. You don’t want to give up.
“You weren’t at HQ these past few days either,” Miguel speaks up. He suppresses a wince when you finish his side. The skin there is already starting to heal over. A testament to his powers.
The bruises on his knuckles look worse than they are. It takes just a bit of treatment to get them to start healing too. Soon, the cuts are just dark bruises.
“I did my mission. I let Hobie do the report for me,” you explain.
The mission he had assigned you on had been easy. You and Hobie had taken the anomaly down without question. It was just another villain of the week. At the end, Hobie had offered to go back to HQ without you to check in with Jess and Miguel. You had fled back to your universe certain that you couldn’t face people there just yet.
A muscle on his jaw works as he tightens it, “You don’t have to avoid me. I’m sorry for what happened earlier.”
His words make you ache. You hate feeling this way. Always dancing around the truth but never able to fully face it.
The final cut he has is on his chin. You have to look at his face to tend to it. His eyes are trained on you and the depths there take your breath away.
There’s trepidation and nervousness there along with something else. It’s soft and meek like he’s trying to shield it. You think it’s a cross between longing and affection.
He does love you too. You believe it strongly. He just doesn’t want to admit it. Miguel is the kind of man who can face hordes of villains and never falter, but ask him to open up and share his feelings and he panics. He can’t even be honest with himself.
Your fingers trace the planes of his face as you apply a thin layer of ointment on the cut.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” you whisper. It always seemed like he wanted you as far away from himself as possible. You had agreed to give him that even if it slowly killed you, “Why did you come here tonight? Really?”
Lyla wouldn’t have sent him to you if he hadn’t asked. For all of her teasing of him, she is mostly obedient. She would know not to send him where he doesn’t want to. The fact that he came to your door means a part of him did.
Why? Why tell you to keep your distance then show up at your home anyway? Could there also be a part of him that finds you just as impossible to be away from? Or are you clinging to him and seeing what isn’t there?
A faint trace of color has spread through his face. You blink. Without realizing it, your fingers have been stroking his chin. It’s such a habit that you never even noticed it.
An apology forms on your lips and you drop you hand before he intercepts it. He takes your hand in his and stares down at it. The muscle in his jaw works again.
“I wanted to see you. Hobie said you had been injured on your mission. I nearly came here then and there,” he admits. It’s a quiet breath into the night like he can’t believe he’s admitting it. Your heart picks up.
The injury in question had been a simple broken rib. Your powers come with accelerated healing. By the time you had noticed it, it had already started repairing itself. Hobie and Miguel both know this, yet he had been worried. A part of you dares to hope again.
And then you remember the way he had left you in his office. The note that had broken your heart. The way he took and never gave anything back. An ugly feeling twists in the pit of your stomach.
“I really don’t know why you’re doing this to me,” you breathe out.
It hurts to be led on. It hurts to be discarded. Maybe Gia is right. Maybe you should just let go. Resign from the agency and ignore the thought of him forever.
You pull your hand free and turn around. His eyes follow you as you begin to pack your first aid kit.
When he calls your name, his voice is soft and hesitant. It fills you with a yearning that aches.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he admits, “We just can’t-“
“We can’t? Or you can’t?”
Miguel is brave but there is one fear he can never face. He’s lost so much already and is afraid of losing more. That’s why he keeps people at an arm’s reach. No one is allowed into his heart because he’s lost everyone thus far. His own daughter, or at least in another universe, had disappeared in his arms. He won’t let anyone else in.
A rational part of you knows it. You know he’s pushing you away because he’s scared. He doesn’t want to lose you to the danger of your jobs or the universe that keeps you apart-
But doesn’t he see that he’s losing you anyway? That pushing you away is slowly killing your worse than a villain ever could?
By the time you turn around to look at him, you are surprised to find him right behind you. His hands slot around your waist and he presses his forehead to yours. It’s an affectionate gesture he doesn’t do often. Perhaps the adrenaline from the fight he just came back from is still coursing through his veins and making him more vulnerable.
Your name falls out of his lips like a prayer. You barely have time to react before he’s kissing you.
This kiss is different from the one at HQ. It’s full of fear and adrenaline. He kisses you like he isn’t sure if he’ll ever be able to do it again. Maybe you should never let him do it again.
It’s addicting. You cling to him like he’ll disappear if you don’t. Surely he will disappear if you don’t. It feels like home when the two of you touch. You’re two halves of a whole never truly feeling satisfied if you aren’t together.
Life would be so much easier if he just admitted he loved you too. If he took a chance on you both. It would save you so much heartache.
It’s a really bad idea to do this tonight, you think. You haven’t discussed anything. You haven’t come to an agreement or settled out your feelings. The two of you are merely working on instinct.
But that doesn’t stop you from leading him to your bed. His injuries don’t stop him from sleeping with you. The darkness of the night offers some cover for what you’re doing. Some way to hide from the emotions you are trying so hard to evoke and he so hard to restrain.
It’s a long night for you both. By the time you’re done, you’re exhausted and he has to go back to his world. You don’t say anything as he turns to dress. Sleep is slowly creeping up along with the smallest whisper in your head that chides you for doing this again. Falling back into his web without measuring the consequence.
Before he leaves, he kisses your forehead. It’s a soft piece of affection he’s never done before after sex. If you weren’t so tired and sleep weren’t already dragging your eyelids shut, you would have asked him to stay.
Still, before he leaves, you swear you hear him whisper an “I love you” into your skin. You can never be truly sure of it. Perhaps it was a dream your subconscious did to ease your heartbreak, but you want to believe it’s true anyway.
It isn’t until the next morning that you wake up alone again and hate yourself for putting yourself through this once more.
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Avoiding HQ isn’t doing you any favors. There’s a mountain of work with your name on it that you haven’t done in a while. Jess has been patient thus far, but you hate to add more stress to her plate.
You’re an adult. You can do professional. Even if your ex is the leader of the agency, you know you can keep calm and work.
So days after your last encounter, you ask Lyla for a portal and set off for HQ. Gwen nods at you as you pass by and you detect a hint or worry on her face. You offer her a weak smile in turn and hurry to your desk.
Paperwork is tedious. You’ve always hated to write mission reports, but it keeps your mind occupied. You breeze through five entire files before your fingers begin to cramp.
The sun in Miguel’s universe is starting to set by the time you finally give up. The workload has eased some, but you’re stuck on one particular file. The document needs some information that Miguel has in his computer. Lyla doesn’t respond when you call her, likely helping out with another mission some other team has been sent on, so you have no choice but to go to his office.
A pit of anxiety forms in your stomach. You dread walking up the stairs to where his office is. It’s been days since you last made the mistake of letting him in, and you’re not eager to see him again. Still, you can’t just shirk your duties because you’re heartbroken.
So you make yourself a promise not to sleep with him this time and go up the stairs. You tell yourself you won’t let him back in for once. That you’ll cut him off cold turkey and be out of his hair before he can even react. Maybe if you copy the document fast, you can get out before he even has a chance to speak-
But then the sound of voices reaches your ear. You can make out Miguel’s voice and someone else’s. Peter B.? It seems the two are talking in his office.
It’s wrong of you to listen in, you know it, and you almost go back down the stairs deciding to come back tomorrow-
But then Peter B. says your name and you freeze. For a moment, you panic that maybe they know you’re here. Maybe one of them has detected you with their senses or maybe Miguel has smelled you. However, it later becomes apparent they’re just talking about you.
Curiosity burns and you hesitate. It’s wrong, an invasion of their privacy, but you can’t help yourself. If they’re discussing you without your presence, you think you’re owed some rights to hear what they’re saying.
So you inch back to the door and listen in making sure to keep yourself discrete.
Peter B. sounds serious for once. It’s uncharacteristic for him. He’s talking to Miguel and you can hear something in his voice like he’s upset.
“-ow long are you going to keep doing this? You’re both miserable.”
He’s scolding Miguel. His words sound both sympathetic and exasperated. He reminds you so much of Gia that you almost roll your eyes.
“This isn’t your business,” Miguel’s voice is a growl. You recognize the dark tone he uses. It’s a tone he’s used on you before in arguments. He uses it when you pry too close and he gets frightened.
“I’m your friend,” Peter B. argues back, “I’m just looking out for you.”
There’s the scrape of a chair like he’s flung himself into a seat. You can practically imagine them both sitting across from each other. Miguel skulking and trying to ignore him while he talks while Peter B. chastises him.
Since they’ve met, Peter B. has called himself Miguel’s friend. Miguel denies it vehemently and claims not to have friends, yet he doesn’t kick him out when he intrudes. He always seems to let him talk or lets him bring Mayday to work. It’s likely that, like your situation, Miguel does think of Peter as a friend even if he would never admit it.
“We are not friends. You should go home,” Miguel bites back.
Peter makes a sound like he’s shaking his head. You hear him sigh and the chair creaks as he shifts his weight.
“Look, I get it. I do. I was divorced once, but come on, Miguel. This isn’t healthy. You keep torturing yourself with this over and over again. When will you just admit the truth to yourself?” His voice sounds tired.
Miguel is silent. You wish he weren’t. You’d love to hear what he’s thinking.
Peter continues.
“You sleep with her, you ask Lyla to check in with her, you watch her on your screens, you send her out on the least dangerous missions, and you panic when she gets hurt. Why can’t you just admit you’re in love with her and let her in. We all deserve a chance to be happy, right?”
You manage to bite back the gasp that rises up your throat.
There. Peter has said it out loud. The one thing you’ve never said out loud or Miguel.
There’s a very tense silence that follows. Miguel refuses to budge. You can practically imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose the way he does when he’s upset.
Frustration fills you. You wish he’d say something. Anything. Finally admit the truth to someone even if it isn’t to you. Or at least admit the truth to himself.
You know he loves you. Everyone around you knows too. Jess, Hobie, Gwen, Pav, Peter, Ben…Everyone knows. It’s just getting him to say it out loud and do something about it that’s the hard part.
A hand slams on something. You almost jump. It seems Miguel has taken his frustration out on a monitor. You can hear the static chirping as the screen splits in half.
“You have no idea what you’re talking about,” he hisses it out at Peter, “She’s just a colleague.”
Peter doesn’t give up. You hear his chair scrape as he stands.
“You don’t do everything you’re doing for a colleague. Look, I lost Mary Jane too once. She left me and I was miserable. I would have never have found happiness again or gotten Mayday if I hadn’t just let go of my fear. Someone once told me it’s all just a leap of faith.”
A leap of faith. You think you like that expression.
Miguel doesn’t.
“I’m not afraid and our situations aren’t comparable. Your wife was from your universe. You belonged to the same world. She didn’t have powers that made her risk her life daily. She wasn’t always in danger. You know our line of work. You know why I can’t.”
You hear him begin to pace. He’s going for his stage system. If he ascends up, he’ll brood forever and Peter’s efforts will be for naught. You hope he manages to stop him before that happens.
He does. You can hear when Peter clicks off the elevator’s button and when Miguel growls out a warning for him to quit.
“You are afraid, and that’s okay. You just can’t let fear destroy you. I was afraid to have Mayday and look at me! I love being a dad. You should let her in. Let yourself be happy. You’ve already lost enough.”
You think to Miguel’s daughter. The way he had broken when he had lost her. You think of his canon events and the people he’s watched die. It makes sense that he’s so terrified about letting you in. You get it.
However, Peter is right. Fear shouldn’t control him. You’re afraid too about loving someone in your line of work, but you’ve decided to be brave. In a world where you could die any moment, isn’t it better to die having have experienced a great love? Doesn’t the reward outweigh the pain?
Miguel mutters a string of Spanish. He’s irritated and beginning to shut down. Any moment now he’ll close himself up. You just hope Peter’s words were enough to get him to think.
Your hopes, however, are shattered when he next speaks.
“I’ll end things with her then. Happy? Set her free. She doesn’t deserve being strung along-“
“Miguel, that’s not what-“
Peter’s words are cut off as the elevator is turned back on. Your eyes burn with tears and anger floods you.
Stupid, stupid man. Too stubborn and cowardly for his own good.
“Don’t do this, Miguel, come on!” Peter practically begs him as the elevator begins to make its ascent up, “It’s not just you you’re hurting.”
“I’m going to end things once and for all. You’re right. This isn’t fair.”
Miguel’s words are final and the elevator clangs as he reaches the top. Moments later, you hear Peter drop into his chair out of frustration. That’s your key to leave.
You storm off HQ and call on Lyla. This time she answers. Whatever playful retort was on her tongue earlier dies away when she sees your tears.
You don’t give her a chance to ask what’s wrong. Instead, you demand a portal back to your world.
Emerging back into your apartment, you storm over to your cellphone. Gia was right, you think, you do need to get him out of your system. So you scroll until you find the text from Tyler all those nights ago at the bar and you send him a message inviting him over.
If Miguel wants to call things off, then you’re way ahead of him.
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Tyler is a great guy. He shows up at your apartment with some take out and doesn’t pry when he sees your poor attempt at concealing your pain. He’s entirely platonic and friendly when you invite him in.
He knows this isn’t anything more than a distraction. You two are break up buddies. There’s no romance or lust between either of you, so there’s no nervousness or tension when you sit down to eat.
Gia has left for the night pleased that you’ve finally taken her advice. You don’t have the strength in you to clarify that it isn’t like that and she doesn’t have to leave your apartment to give you privacy.
“Hope you like Chinese,” Tyler holds up some takeout boxes.
“Love it,” you reply. You try to sound upbeat and positive, but it falls flat. Tyler gives you a look of concern but doesn’t comment. He’s willing to give you space.
The two of you plop down on the couch and you let him choose a channel. He opts for a shitty B film with monsters. The acting is so poor that you find yourself snorting.
Tyler makes you laugh too. He makes it a game to spot plot holes and inconsistencies. The one who finds the most will get to pick dessert.
He’s good company. When you find yourself starting to think too long on what happened, he makes a joke to get your attention back. Perhaps if you hadn’t fallen in love with Miguel, maybe the two of you could have been something. In another universe, maybe you do end up with Tyler.
Still, in this universe, your heart is still broken.
At some point, you win and you decide on a key lime pie in the fridge. Tyler brings out some wine and you settle down into the kitchen table.
“I didn’t want to pry, but are you feeling better?” He looks at you over the rim of his glass.
“Better than this afternoon,” you admit. It’s not completely a lie.
You needed this. Being able to spend time with a friend is a good distraction. Tyler is a good guy. He doesn’t pry anymore after that question.
Instead, the two of you talk about anything and everything. You feel at ease. He makes you laugh and smile quite a few times. By the time midnight comes around, you’re surprised that you lost track of time.
He stands up and decides to call a ride-share. You tell him not too. It’s too dangerous for him to be out at night. You offer him your bed and insist when he protests. You’ll take Gia’s bed. She always takes yours when she has family over at your apartment. You know she won’t have a problem if you take hers for a night.
The two of you go to bed in your own rooms. You find your thoughts drifting towards Miguel, but you shut them down. You really don’t want to think of him now. Not when he’s decided that he’s going to end things once and for all.
At some point you drift off to sleep. You don’t wake up until the next morning when someone knocks on your door.
Your room door is still shut, Tyler is sleeping in. You don’t even think before opening the door convinced that it’s Gia coming back. However, the person standing in the hallway makes you freeze.
It’s Miguel, not Gia, who stands there. He’s wearing civilian clothing and looks miserable. There’s exhaustion on every plane if his face like he hasn’t slept a wink thinking. You hesitate.
“Miguel?”
He hangs back taking you in. You must look like a mess in your pajamas. If you weren’t still half asleep, maybe you’d be embarrassed.
“Can I come in?” He calls your name softly and adds a ‘please’ when you don’t move an inch for the longest time.
You glance at your room door hoping Tyler is still asleep when you let him in.
The last time Miguel was here, you two slept together. It feels maddening to have him so close again.
“What do you need? Lyla didn’t call me.”
You try to keep your voice even, steady. It’s an attempt to hide the turmoil inside you. Miguel hesitates when he sees the two wine glasses on the table. You had left them out yesterday. Still, he opts not to ask about it.
“I wanted to talk to you,” Miguel admits, “I haven’t been fair.”
You remember his conversation with Peter. Is he here to end things once and for all? You wrap you arms around yourself to keep you steady.
“I’m sorry,” Miguel murmurs, “For everything. You didn’t deserve it. I took advantage.”
“You didn’t do anything I didn’t want to do,” you shake your head, “It’s not taking advantage if you were honest from the beginning. I just got my hopes up.”
The words feel bitter in your tongue. You look down at the floor.
“But I wasn’t honest,” Miguel admits. It’s a quiet whisper that makes you look up. He looks like he’s struggling. He’s never been good at vocalizing his feelings or talking things out. This is a major effort for him, “I lied. I wasn’t being honest.”
He takes a step towards you and you stare blankly at him. You don’t want to get your hopes up.
He calls your name again. A plea.
“I wasn’t honest when I told you I didn’t want anything between us. I was being a coward. Peter B. poked his nose where he didn’t belong and talked some sense into me. Jess chewed me out too last night. They both made me realize how terrible I’ve been.”
So Jess had talked to him too. It was probably after you had left. Having been on the receiving end of her scolding before, you can imagine it was a harsh awakening for him. It must have been if he’s deviated from his initial plan with Peter.
You wait patiently as he gathers his thoughts. This is a huge effort for him, and you know it doesn’t come easy. Some hope rises in your chest.
“The truth is, I’ve been lying to the both of us for a long time. I-it isn’t just sex, alright? It was never just sex.”
He takes a step closer. You watch him closely. His eyes are open to you now. You can see the emotions there. The affection, the heartbreak, the yearning, the fear, the love. It makes your breath hitch.
“Miguel-“
He cuts you off gently. His hand goes for your cheek. He hesitates just briefly, his fear wanting him to bolt, but he fights it back. When his skin touches yours, a little spark has you both feeling dizzy.
“The truth is, I do want more. I’ve wanted more since you walked into HQ to begin with. I kept pushing you away because I was scared. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with me, I wouldn’t blame you if you told me to leave, but I want you to know the truth. I don’t want you to think it was something you did or that you were never good enough.”
Silence reigns between you both. Emotion chokes your words. He leans in briefly.
“I want this,” he breathes out, “You terrify me, this scares me, and I hate feeling this sense of panic, but I can’t stand it anymore. I don’t like seeing you cry or pushing you away.”
“I-“
The words die in your throat. You think about how you want to tell him that you love him, that you want this with him too, and that you’ve been waiting for this moment. This dream of yours has finally come true and you feel like you can finally breathe again. You want to pour everything you feel into your words so that he can understand everything you’ve gone through. You just don’t know how.
To his credit, he waits patiently. His eyes are warm when he looks at you. It’s the type of look he’s only given you before when he thought you weren’t paying attention. Your heart races in your chest.
Just when you think you’ve found the right words to respond-
The door opens behind you. A half asleep Tyler stumbles out still unaware of his surroundings.
The world stops.
You see the moment Miguel turns his head and spots him. He realizes he’s coming out of your room. Slowly, you see everything start to fall apart.
You want to beg him to listen, explain to him that it isn’t like this, and tell him that nothing happened. Yet he’s already moving away from you. His eyes cycle between betrayal, jealousy, heartbreak, and fury before he closes himself off. He takes a step back and an entire chasm opens up between the two of you. Whatever progres you two had just made is now gone.
Tyler blanches when he spots Miguel. You see the wheels churn in his head and he realizes what happened. What he’s just done unintentionally. The last of the sleep disappears from his system and is replaced by shock.
“Oh god, sorry,” Tyler blanks.
For a moment, you think you see Miguel tense. He’s like a coil waiting to spring. You suspect he’s getting ready to launch himself at Tyler. You take a step between them to try and stop him and try to explain-
It’s too late. Miguel reins in his self control and doesn’t strike. Instead, he straightens himself out and turns away.
“I didn’t realize you had company,” his voice is a deadpan growl much more terrifying than anything you’ve ever heard before. You move before you can think. Your hand snags his sleeve to try and explain what just happened-
He firmly tugs himself free of your grasp. His voice is cold, detached, and guarded when he answers back.
“Don’t worry, I’ll let you two get back to it. This was a mistake I won’t make again.”
He storms out of your apartment with his entire body practically seething with anger. You try and follow only to see him disappear in the middle of the hallway. Lyla closes the portal before you can follow.
Tyler is incredibly apologetic when he leaves. He feels terrible he’s ruined things for you. You half heartedly tell him it’s not his fault. It’s all yours, really.
By the time he’s gone, you feel like someone has taken your heart and crushed it in the palm of their hand. You crawl back into Gia’s bed and sob until your head begins to pound. Everything feels ruined.
———————————————
Gia finds you there sometime in the morning. She smiles and opens her mouth to tease you about your date when she catches sight of your face. Immediately she pales and rushes forward.
“What’s wrong? Did Tyler hurt you?” Her hands come around you and she holds you tightly.
You shake your head.
“Then what happened? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she fusses over your tears. Her eyes are wide with surprise. You reckon you’re giving her a terrible fright.
In between sobs, the story pours out of you.
You tell her everything. How Miguel had come to tell you that he wanted a romantic relationship between you, how you had been about to tell him that you loved him too, and how Tyler had given him the wrong idea.
You’re practically shaking by the time you’re done. Gia presses her lips together and holds you closer.
Your heart has never broken quite like this before. It’s in millions of tiny pieces. You don’t think you’ll ever be able to pick them back up. Not with what happened.
Gia holds you until you’re done crying. She’s pensive as she stares out the window. Finally, she sighs.
“Call him.”
It’s such a deviation from her old advice that you blink at her. It pains her to say it out loud. She looks like she bit into a lemon when she does, but she powers through.
“Look, this guy got the wrong idea, right? Go see him and explain things. Don’t let him get away. It sounds like he genuinely cares for you.”
You wipe away at a tear on your cheek and glance at her.
“You hate him,” you mumble. Gia helps you clean up your face. Her hands are gentle.
“I hated him because I thought he was just a booty call leading you on. It sounds like he does love you back. You shouldn’t let him go after a misunderstanding, right? At least explain what happened to him and go from there,” she bites her cheek, “If you’ve been fighting for him all this time, what’s one more battle? Give it one last try.”
Her advice seems so simple. You sniff until some of your tears finally dry. Your head is pounding but it’s nothing compared to the agony that is in your chest.
Gia helps you dress and gives you breakfast. She wishes you well. When this is all over, whether it ends in tragedy or success, you’ll have to thank her. She’s put up with so much on your behalf.
You tell her you’re going to his apartment. Trepidation fills you as you round a corner. You call up Lyla on your watch.
When she greets you, her face is downtrodden. You miss her cheery and teasing personality.
“It’s not a good idea for you to head over there right now,” Lyla hesitates, “He’s in a mood. He’s been smashing things and throwing stuff in his office all morning.”
You wince wracked with guilt. You hurt him. Sure he probably deserved it after how badly he’s hurt you, but you still never meant to do that to him.
“Lyla, please let me in,” you beg.
Lyla looks away.
“He told me he didn’t want you anywhere near HQ for a few weeks. You’ve been put on leave.”
Panic grips you. You need to speak with him. You hold the watch up and beg.
“Lyla, please. Please let me make things right. He’s got the wrong idea.”
It takes some more begging. Lyla looks torn. She doesn’t want to anger Miguel further after this morning, but she also doesn’t want him to hurt himself on a misunderstanding. Finally, she wilts and opens a portal. You jump in before you have a chance to second guess yourself.
———————————————
Lyla had understated the sight of Miguel’s office. It’s a complete war zone. His monitors are smashed on the ground, his desk is half way across the room, and there’s broken glass everywhere. He’s destroyed everything in his wake. You wince as you step over broken wood and metal.
Jess has opened the door for you. She tells you to leave immediately if things get messy. Miguel really doesn’t want to see you right now. Lyla will be on standby ready to send you home or anywhere else if you ask her to.
You wave them both away as you search for Miguel. His elevator is on the ground which means he has to be somewhere on this floor.
After a while, you find him. He’s staring out the window and his entire back is rigid. He senses you before you have a chance to speak.
“Get out.”
It’s a harsh bark of an order that makes you wince. You stay rooted to the spot.
“Miguel-“
“Lyla, get her out.”
He taps on his watch and Lyla appears. She looks between the two of you before shaking her head.
“No can do. Jess has me working a different mission. Sorry, Miggy. Guess you’ll have to talk things out like adults.”
She winks out before Miguel can press her again. You hear the sound of anger he makes as she disappears. He still doesn’t turn around to look at you.
“I came to speak to you,” you hear yourself say. You’re surprised your voice sounds so calm. You certainly don’t feel okay. Your ears are roaring and your heart is going a million miles a minute.
“I don’t want to hear it. See yourself out.”
This time he does turn. His face is completely devoid of expression and he moves away from you.
You spin around to follow.
“What you saw isn’t what it looks like. Tyler and I are just friends.”
Miguel huffs something that sounds like a laugh. It sends shivers down your spine. He says Tyler’s name under his breath like a curse.
“It doesn’t matter,” he waves you away, “You and I are just coworkers. Nothing more.”
His words ache but you don’t let them land. You know the truth. He’s told you it just a few hours ago.
“Miguel, stop,” you come up behind him. He’s completely tense when you grab his hand to stop him.
“Enough,” he says your name with a warning, “Go home. There’s nothing more to say.”
You don’t budge. There’s a terrible voice inside your head that tells you that letting him go now would be a mistake. That if you don’t clarify things, you’ll lose him forever.
You try again.
“Nothing happened between us. I only care about you. Please look at me,” you plea. You try to sidestep him to put yourself in his direct field of vision.
He turns around.
“It wouldn’t matter if it had, you owe me no loyalty. We were never together,” he argues back. It sounds like he’s trying to convince himself of that. Perhaps he’s been turning those words over in his head all morning.
You won’t let him leave. He needs to know the truth. If he decides afterwords that he still doesn’t want you, fine. You’ll give up and resign from the agency. You’ll go back to your old life and force yourself to let him go, but he needs to know the truth at the very least.
“Nothing happened at all. We slept in separate beds. There is no one else but you,” you move forward, “I was going to tell you then that I do want you. That I’ve always wanted you.”
He still won’t look at you. You manage to stand in front of him and force him to see you. You want him to look and see the sincerity in your gaze. The love you hold for him burns bright when you meet his eyes.
Some of the tension from his body leaves. He sees that you mean every word. That if Tyler hadn’t interrupted, you would have told him you loved him then and there.
But he’s still afraid. He’s warring with himself over what to do. His instincts tell him to push you aside like he’s been doing. To save himself further pain by cutting you off once and for all. Another part of him is crying out for him not to. The part of himself he had bared for you this morning wants him to give in. To hear you out and be honest with himself.
You hope that other part of himself wins. You need that part of himself to win.
“Please believe me,” you whisper, “It’s only ever been you.”
His eyes close as your hands trace his face. You have to stand up on your tippy toes to reach him.
After a long pause, he sighs.
“Do you know how much it killed me to see him? To imagine him touching you? I almost killed him. The worst part was that I knew it was all my fault. That you owed me nothing and it wouldn’t have mattered if you had decided to move on because I pushed you away.”
“Do you know how much it killed me to be pushed away?” You murmur. It’s not a rebuke or retort. There’s no poison or malice behind your words, you just want him to understand that you’ve both been hurting.
He winces anyway. His eyes trace every inch of your face as if looking for something. You aren’t sure what he’s searching for, but you do know there’s more you haven’t said.
“I want to be with you. I’ve been fighting for you since the beginning. If you don’t want me, then tell me. Tell me once and for all, so that I can move on because I’ve been suffocating these past few days,” you slowly withdraw from him to give him space, “I love you, Miguel. But I can’t keep doing this. You’re breaking me.”
Silence descends in the room. Your heart beats wildly in your chest.
There. The ball is in his court now. He can either accept or reject you. Either way, this game between you will be over.
He’s quiet for so long that you suspect he’s made his choice. You try not to show how heartbroken you are when you take a step back. You’re about to apologize for wasting his time when he surges forward.
You don’t have time to react before he’s picking you up. His mouth crashes against yours and his kiss steals your breath away. He pours everything in it. His heartbreak, his longing, his love of you. It’s so powerful that you feel your self start to melt. You respond in kind kissing him back just as fiercely.
He holds you to him as if afraid that you’ll disappear if he lets you go. You two meet again and again. In between breaths, he pants your name. It isn’t until both of your mouths are bruised that you manage to come up for air.
He leans into you almost immediately after, kissing your throat and murmuring against your skin.
“I want you. I’ve wanted you since the beginning. I’m sorry,” he kisses your mouth gently in another apology, “I don’t deserve this.”
You cut him off before his thoughts can spiral again.
“I love you,” you repeat. His eyes close like he can barely believe it so you say it again. When he opens his eyes, you see the love for you in them. You’ve always known he loved you. Now, you finally have a confirmation.
“I love you too,” he responds. It takes your breath away. You’ve been waiting for a really long time to hear those words.
The next time you kiss, it’s less frenzied. This time, you both know you have time to pace things out. You’ll have all the time you need from now on. You’re both done pushing each other away and breaking your hearts.
His heart is racing against you and you feel your own beat against your ribcage. Still, you press forward. Declarations of love spill forth between heated kisses and nips. You’re drowning in each other.
For the first time in ages, things slowly start to fall into place. The darkness looming over you is gone replaced by a beautiful sunlight. You feel yourself smile into the kiss and he kisses you more softly as a result.
The two of you will have to talk at length more in the future. You’ll have to discuss what you being in an official relationship will mean in terms of your jobs and your different universes, but that’s all a problem for tomorrow. For now, you’re both content to be with each other and to celebrate the fact that you are now together.
The road ahead will not be easy. Nothing in life ever is. Yet you know you can both weather it if you fight for each other the way you’ve been fighting each other. There’s nothing the two of you can’t survive if you work hard.
Together.
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Don't know if you've seen the Videos of Alexia at the airport getting followed by paps. Would you write a fic where reader is also playing on the national team and is together with Alexia. Maybe Reader is just as famous as Alexia. When Alexia gets swamed by paps (which by the way reader hates cameras) reader all but drags Alexia through the crowd. And after making sure Alexia is ok she gives the paps an ear full about being a bit nicer.
Respect (Alexia Putellas x reader)
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A/N: I can’t even begin to imagine what the girls must be feeling right now. The most horrible situation to be put in. Those girls are truly the biggest inspirations to everyone! 🫶
The situation was absolutely impossible. Alexia knew that, you knew that, your teammates knew hell the whole world knew that. You watch Alexia retype the statement over and over again, you can’t possibly fathom how she manages to fit the injustice of what’s happened in one A4 page.
Alexia has been silently seething since the call up, you didn’t think she could get angrier but you were proven wrong when Patri and Mapi’s name popped up.
You walk over to your exhausted girlfriend hoping to offer some comfort, “Baby, you need to get some sleep.” Your arms rest on her shoulders as you watch the fight leave Alexia’s body.
“I don’t know what to do.” Your girlfriend looked to you for an answer knowing that you wouldn’t have one either. Instead of telling her it will be okay, you try to offer as much support as you possibly could.
Your head was absolutely pounding with all the thoughts running through your head. The anger was always there, it never really left. Even hearing the name of that fucking federation sends you into a frenzy that you try to contain.
The fear was new, sure you had always known that the RFEF were an absolute piece of shit but you never thought it would get this far. You were nearly positive that it ended with Rubiales and Vilda going down but you know that was naive thinking.
After hours of deliberation, you and Alexia knew that there was no other choice but to go. Your career wasn’t something you were overly worried about knowing that you had made the most of it while you could but the thought of leaving the younger girls behind to suffer scared you more than anything the RFEF could ever do to you.
That’s how you find yourself walking through the airport, the arm wrapped around your waist tightens as Alexia spots the press hoping to god she would somehow be able to find the both of you invisible.
You stayed close to your girlfriend, you had never been a fan of the cameras even more so now when you’ve been forced into this situation.
Alexia stayed calm knowing that her getting angry would help no one, her main priority right now was getting you through the mob of people safely, it was the only thing she could control at the moment.
“Just breathe, Mi amor. Ignore them.” You hear Alexia whisper as she places a reassuring kiss to the crown of your head, wanting to just get it over with as she walks towards the media.
The minute they catch sight of the two of you, you’re swarmed. You tuck yourself impossibly close to the blonde, you try to calm yourself down at the amount of questions they throw your way.
Alexia keeps her eyes forward, occasionally glancing at you making sure the reporters keep their hands to themselves. You hear Alexia respond calmly to a few questions thrown her way but you can see that your girlfriend is quickly getting overwhelmed.
No one else would be able to tell with the mask she’s perfected over the years but you can see the slight panic in her eyes as they dart around the place.
You know that her arm that’s wrapped around your waist is as comforting for her as it is for you, you discreetly place your own hand over hers letting her know you were okay.
She glances down at you nearly tripping over a stray lead of a camera, she immediately apologises and your heart aches at how good your girlfriend is even in this horrific situation.
As your gate finally comes into sight, you hear her answer to one particular question, “How are you feeling?”
“Well bad.” Your heart shatters at her defeated tone, you know this has been slowly eating away at her. There is only so much pretending one person can do and you know she’s quickly reaching her limit.
They give you room to breathe once you have finally reached your gate, she waits for you to go first but you insist that she does as she has her details ready on her phone.
She shoot’s you a grateful yet slightly worried smile, not feeling secure with leaving you behind even if it’s for less than a minute. You kiss her cheek letting her know that you’d be fine and also to thank her for unnecessarily taking the brunt of the press.
You watch her walk through the gate and once she’s out of sight you turn to cameras, the rage that you had tried to put aside for your teammates' sakes flamed up at the sight of your distressed girlfriend.
The press catches on to the fact that you haven’t followed the older girl and immediately fires questions at you. You ignore every single one of them wanting to make sure they understand every single word you are about to say.
“We are in an impossible situation, one you couldn’t even imagine. The last thing we need is you people sticking your cameras into our faces when you don’t know the half of it. I will not stand here and watch as you create more false accusations to add fuel to the already massive fire. Alexia is an absolute saint for putting up with all this shit give her some room to fucking breathe and have some respect for this horrific situation we have been put in.”
You don’t think you have ever spoken to a camera as much as you just have, you knew there could be some repercussions but you find yourself not caring as the tension eases just a little bit.
The press have gone dead silent, no doubt in shock as they witness your normally shy and composed persona switch before their eyes.
With one last deadly glare you make your own way through the gate, desperate to get away from their prying eyes but also desperate to feel your girlfriend's touch.
“What took you so long? I was getting worried.” You felt slightly guilty seeing the concern on the already stressed girl's face. You cup her face soothingly as you press a soft kiss to her lips. She visibly relaxes as her hands find your hips, “Are you okay?” You nearly cry at the question, how can she ask you that when she has the weight of the national team on her shoulders.
“I am now that you are here.” She cracks the first genuine smile of the day, holding you close to her as she relaxes knowing no one is watching.
“We are going to get through this, Alé. I promise you.” You reassure as you tuck your face into her neck, she rubs a hand down your back, “I’m not going to stop fighting.” You sigh knowing that she would destroy herself if it meant everyone else would be okay, the love you feel for the brave, selfless woman overpowers every other feeling.
With one more firm kiss you make her another promise, “And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
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BLUE LOCK BOYS - CLICHE ROMANCE TROPES
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includes: bachira meguru, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin all x fem!reader
warnings: kissing? there’s nothing really.
BACHIRA MEGURU - “you’re way out of my league”
Sometimes, he could hardly believe it himself.
Sure, he heard the whispers in the halls – felt the eyes on his back as the two of you walked, always hand in hand. You were none the wiser, a constant beaming smile on your lips that hadn’t seemed to falter even a little since the two of you started dating. Bachira liked that you didn’t know, it reassured him that you didn’t feel the same even though the thought had crossed his mind plenty of times before.
Late at night, when everyone else was asleep and he couldn’t help but wonder – but why me?
Everyone else was wondering it, some people even had the guts to blatantly say it to his face. 
She’s too good for you.
You do realize she’s way out of your league, right?
How’d you even manage to get her?
Bachira had never been good with people. He’d spent most of his life alone and he’d be damned if he let random people, at this point in his life, ruin the best thing that had happened to him. You were everything to him, Bachira loved you beyond what he thought he was capable of. And he liked to tell you every day, shout it to anyone that would listen – mainly you – and he’d never once doubted his feelings for you.
But eventually it just got to be too much.
“Why do you even like me?”
The words slip past his lips before he can stop them, his mind too slow to register what he’s said until you’ve heard the words. He mentally cringes at the look on your face, watching as your eyes widen and your lips part. There’s this expression that flickers onto your face, you almost look hurt?
“What do you mean, ‘Guru?”
“I mean,” and he hates the way the words get stuck at the back of his throat.
What does he mean?
“Why me?”
Your head tilts to the side, eyes blinking, and Bachira can’t help but notice just how adorable you look in that moment.
“Because you’re you, Meguru,” you say simply, shrugging your shoulders as if the answer was plain as day. Like there wasn’t even a doubt in your mind. “Because you’re sweet and really handsome. You constantly make me laugh, and you’re so warm and inviting. You make my insides feel like jelly because I can barely contain myself around you. You never fail to make me feel loved, and I love how cuddly you are and–should I go on?”
Bachira doesn’t fluster easily, but the bright red of his cheeks in undeniable.
“No, no, that’s enough.”
Frowning, you reach across the table, taking his hand in your own. “What made you think that?”
Shrugging, Bachira uses his free hand to scratch at the back of his neck, suddenly feeling entirely too bashful. “Dunno,” he mumbles quietly, “just think you’re too good for me sometimes.”
“Well, you’re wrong.”
Blinking, Bachira glances up at you at your words, a small smile curling onto his lips as you shuffle in your seat, shaking your head. “If anything, you’re too good for me.”
His eyes widen, lips parting for emphasis; “absolutely not.”
“It’s true!”
“Is not!”
“Uh-huh!”
“Nope!”
“Then, I’m not too good for you either, kay?”
Smiling softly, Bachira lets out a quiet laugh. “Yeah, sure,” he grins, “okay.”
NAGI SEISHIRO - “i can’t stand you.”  “i want to kiss you.”
You couldn’t stand him.
God, he was so… annoying!
Standing there with that stupid lazy grin of his, entirely too happy about the situation you’d been forced into. If you’d known that volunteering for an after school project would involve being forced to spend the next two hours with him – you never would’ve done it. You would rather d*e before being forced to simply be in the same room as him.
But the matter of the fact is you didn’t really have much of a choice.
You’d left it to the last minute and you knew your teacher wouldn’t let you back out of this. Especially since you couldn’t really afford to given you needed the credits.
You’d just have to suck it up for the day.
It was only one day.
“Just… you stay over there and I’ll stay here, okay?” You huff, brushing a strand of hair out of your face angrily as you turn, practically stomping over to the corner of the library to get started on the pile of books that first needed to be sorted. Nagi doesn’t say anything in response, but he’s a man of few words anyways so you don’t really think anything of it.
Except when suddenly there’s a shadow next to you.
“Nagi,” you sigh, “did I not just tell you to stay over there?”
He simply shrugs; “got bored.”
You narrow your eyes, lips parting to say something until you notice the fact that he’s literally not doing anything. He’s just… standing there. A quick glance behind you to where he’d been tells you he hadn’t really started anything over there either.
“You can at least help.”
“Don’t wanna.”
Body tensing, it takes all of your will not to strangle him then and there.
“We’re supposed to be tidying up the library,” you remind, quirking a brow at him.
“It’s more fun watching,” he says plainly. “Besides, it’s too much work.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
He simply grins at you.
Sighing, your shoulders fall with defeat. “Just… stay out of my way, okay?”
He just nods.
It goes on like that for the first twenty minutes before Nagi suddenly decides to no longer simply be quiet and unhelpful, but just unhelpful. A moan of boredom leaves his lips almost every few seconds, your name falling from his lips every few minutes, whining at you for ignoring him.
“Y/L/N! Y/L/N~!”
Slamming the book in your hands down on the table, creating an echoing thud, you turn to him. “What?”
“I’m bored.”
“Then leave.”
“I can’t. I need the credits.”
“Then help me.”
“Too much work.”
“Nagi, I swear to God, if–”
Your words come to a sudden halt when you turn, prepared to tell him off, only he’s not sitting in the chair across from you anymore and instead directly in front of you. He’s close, incredibly close, you can feel his breath on you as he stands chest to chest with you. It feels like you can’t breathe, him being this close, a flush flooding to your cheeks as you move to stumble back, only to feel the back of your legs hit the table.
There’s nowhere for you to go.”
And he’s entirely too close. You don’t like having him this close.
Nagi being this close means you can smell his cologne, that’s entirely too sweet to you, and can feel the warmth radiating off of him. If you just reached out, you could grab him and that brings a flutter to your chest at the thought.
You don’t want to even dare look up – because if you did, you’d see how inviting and plump his pink, perfect lips look and–
“I have an idea of what we can do instead.”
Eyes focused on his uniform jacket, you let out a shaky breath.
“W-What?”
The tips of his fingers fall under your jaw, guiding your gaze up and on him. You can feel your heart pounding against your chest as you meet his eyes, usually so dull and bored-looking, suddenly looking entirely too lustful and invested. 
There’s a moment of pause before suddenly his lips are pressing against your own.
It’s warm and it’s nauseating how good it feels to have his lips pressed against your own. It’s everything you’ve spent the good chunk of the past year trying to avoid thinking about because you were supposed to hate Nagi and yet, you feel like putty in his hands right now.
Then, as he pulls away, his lips curl into a knowing smirk as your eyes lazily glance up to meet his.
“That.”
ITOSHI RIN - “i mean, it’s not all bad with you.”
“This is your fault.”
Rolling your eyes, you scoff at Rin’s monotone tone.
“Sure,” you roll your eyes. “It’s my fault we’re trapped in the janitor's closet.”
“It is.”
Huffing, you glare up at him. “How exactly is it my fault?”
“If it wasn’t for you, this never would’ve happened.”
“Because the great and mighty Itoshi Rin would never be caught stuck in a closet, correct?”
“Exactly.”
“You’re insufferable.”
“And you’re an idiot.”
Scoffing, you cross your arms over your chest, pressing your back further into the wall to greaten what little bit of space there is between you and Rin. You’d texted Isagi a minute after the door had locked shut behind you, so you only hoped that it wouldn’t take him much longer to get here and set you free. You could barely handle being this close to Rin on a regular basis and being forced into such a small space with him was making it harder to think.
You’d had a huge crush on Rin since the moment you met him. His suave, cool-headed and somewhat emotionless behavior had caught your attention almost immediately. Over time, you’d gotten to see the small bits of Rin that he kept protected behind that wall of his, slipping in the odd and rare few moments the two of you had shared.
You knew Rin liked you, more than he liked more. You knew he thought of you as a friend.
But you knew he didn’t like you.
You’d sworn to keep your feelings to yourself, refusing to let them ruin the relationship you’d worked hard to build with the reserved boy.
Which is why being stuck in a very small, very cramped closet was not ideal.
There was barely a breaths away between the two of you. You could feel his chest pressing into your own, and if you simply glance up you’d see every little detail of his face that you loved so much. Simply looking from a far was hard enough, you didn’t think you could last much longer in here.
“Ugh, where’s Isagi?”
Rin’s eyes snap to yours. “You texted him?”
“Yeah,” you nod, “he said he’d let us out.”
Rin frowns, and your brows furrow in confusion.
“What is it? What’s wrong?”
Shaking his head, Rin avoids your gaze; “nothing.”
“No, there’s something–” You pause in revelation, “oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Isagi won’t say anything if you’re afraid of him embarrassing you. I won’t either.”
Licking his lips slowly (a sigh that has your heart racing), Rin sighs; “that isn’t it.”
“Then what is it?”
Pursing his lips, Rin hesitates; “I… there’s no rush.”
“No rush to get out of the closet?”
He shrugs. 
“I mean, I’d rather not be stuck here all day and–”
“It’s nice… to be here with you.” If it wasn’t so dark, you’d see his cheeks are bright red. “I’m okay if it’s with you.”
“Oh.”
“Oh?”
“Oh.”
“That’s it?”
You don’t know what to say!
“I-I mean,” you stammer slightly, almost positive Rin can hear the hammering of your heart in the quiet of the closet. “I like being in here with you too.”
The corner of his lips curve upwards ever so slightly, and in the next second, the touch of his fingers hitting your own registers in your mind before he threads his fingers through yours, squeezing your hand.
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was i ever there?
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part one
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After the war, after dying and coming back to life. It went back like it always was. Lo’ak being reckless, neteyam taking the punishment for him, kiri wasn't actually outcast but she isolates herself, tuk clinging onto y/n, neytiri and Jake being too busy with their children to notice y/n. After Ronal saved you, you found comfort in her, an actual mother figure. Something you yearned for. She checked up with you, she was the one you saved you. While you were somewhere closer with your family, you were closer to the clan’s leader family. You fitted in, almost like you were birthed into the wrong family, the wrong clan. Tonowari took you under his wing, started to teach you how to hunt, and how to tame bigger animals. He took in place where your own father was supposed to be. While y/n was still distant with Aonung and Roxto, after a while they started to include you in things, sometimes playing pranks, sometimes just to hang out. Taking in place where your brothers were supposed to be. Tsireya was a gentle and caring soul. Taking the place of y/n's sister, Kiri's place. No one could’ve taken tuk’s place, she would still try to cling onto you when you transition to the sully’s marui until you were in the marui of ronal, tonowari, tsireya and Aonung. You were older than Aonung by a couple of months, making you the oldest out of the 2. 
When Tsireya  was too busy with something else you stood in her place, helping Ronal heal others. You would go on the hunt with the members of the clan including Tonowari and your father. Whenever you were praised by Tonowari, your eyes lit up at his compliments, Jake would throw in a few words of encouragement. You gave an awkward smile and nodded your head. He couldn't lie seeing how different you treat tonowari, like he was your father. while you treated him like a distant friend, made his heart shatter. He decided to stay quiet while you were listening to the techniques that Tonowari gave out.
When you and the rest of the hunt came back the others crowded you, tsireya checked you for wounds. You laughed at her when she threw a punch at you.  Aonung and Roxto were behind her, when she walked away to check on her father. “They great warrior y/n, what have you caught us to eat” roxto had a high pitched voice, his hand on his heart looking at you with heart eyes. “Don't you like kiri?” that quickly shut him up. You and  Aonung laugh at his reaction. While you and the two reef na’vi were talking about how you killed various animals, telling them the stories, you felt a child jump on your back right on your scar. It had been almost a year since the war. “n/n! Your back, how was it?” you looked behind you, met with the eyes of his youngest sister, tuk. “It was so cool, I caught so many fish tuk!” y/n voice was full of joy. Tuk was in y/n arms, her head leaning on his shoulder. He turned around hearing the footsteps of his family. “Why are you allowed to go and I can't?” lo’ak immediately started to whine. “It's because he is better than you, obviously” kiri was trying to get a rise of her older brother. y/n nodded, agreeing with his younger sister. “y/n come on go clean so you can join dinner.” Ronal yelled, almost done with seasoning the fish. Y/n quickly put down tuk and ran to the ocean washing his face and legs, making sure to get all of the dirt off. After washing he decided to eat with his actual family, something he hasn't done in almost 2 months. He helped neytiri get dishes of the many different choices. He started a fire, to help and keep his family warm while they eat. After preparing everything his mom called out for the rest of the family to come and eat. Once everyone sat, Jake took notice of y/n sitting in between tuk and neteyam. He smiled, any negative feelings washed away, seeing him joking with his siblings. The family was interrupted as someone covered y/n eyes,” guess who n/n~” the unknown person sang out in a high-pitched tone. “We are not 6 roxto” even if his eyes were covered, everyone knew that he was rolling his eyes. “How could call me roxto, skxwang” Aonung  voice was normal, he lifted his hand off of y/n face. “You guys are so idiotic I can't tell the difference anymore” y/n held a playful frown. “What do you want anyways? I'm trying to eat” y/n asked, getting ready to get more fish. “Come on, mom won't let us eat unless you're there” Aonungs hand on your shoulder” tell her i'm eating with my family” he took a bite of the fish. “Your family? Didn't you say that yo–” he cut off y/n loudly coughing, hitting his chest. “I have never said, wherever you heard it ain't come for me. I would never say something like that” you were quick to shush the reef na’vi. He quickly caught on, and slowly backed away from the family of 7. y/n filled his mouth with food, trying to avoid the conversation that was bound to happen. “Woah, they made this spicy. I'm going to get something to drink. Do you guys want some water?” y/n was practically jumping up before he even finished the sentence.
“What was Aonung talking about y/n?”  Jake was death glaring y/n, “that's a good question actually! Uhm, I'm not sure. Sometimes I think he is ill in the head.” y/n was such a bad lair, even tuk could tell he was lying. “Go, we’ll talk about it later” neytiri intervened before Jake started yelling. y/n mouthed a thank you towards his mom. Aonung was waiting for him by the shore, they were barely out of earshot. But y/ns parents could easily hear them. “Bro why would you say that, now i'm ‘bout be yelled at.” Y/n delivered a punch towards the younger arm, “chill it's not like you're even gonna listen to them. Plus your sleep at my family marui, at this point why do you keep calling them your family? You're practically my brother.” you and him started to walk off, to get some water. 
You dreaded walking back, praying to your grandpa that they wouldn't be awake. But he did not grant you your prayer. You took a big gulp of the cold water. Slowly you sat back down and went back to eating, trying to push off the 5 pairs of eyes off of you. “So, what was he talking about?” lo’ak was looking into my eyes. “I just tell him how I feel, nothing bad” for a second everything was at ease, but nothing lasts forever. “It has to mean something, he even asked why you still call us your family.” Jake's voice was low, almost like he was growling. Jake got up walking into the shared family marui. Y/n groaned and followed him into the marui,
“What possible feelings do you have that causes someone to even suggest something like that?” Jake was trying his hardest to not yell, aware of the rest of his kids outside of the hut. “What have we done to make you feel like that?” Neytiri's voice was soft, like she was about to break completely. “You’ve done nothing! That is the problem,” y/n was so tired of being forgotten by his own family. “When you guys forgot me, I found a family that wouldn't. You brought this on yourself and now you're mad at me?” y/n wasn't yelling but he wasn't keeping quiet either, he aggressively moved his hands as another way to show his anger. “Do you guys even remember me taming my own ikran? That's because you weren't there! You guys were never there for me! Always busy with another person or sibling.” unbeknownst to him, said siblings were listening in. “After the war, after I literally died but somehow survived, you guys forgot me again! Ronal taught me how to properly treat a wound, not you. Tonowari taught me how to kill a prey without being caught, not you!” tears started to threaten to spill. “So, I'm sorry if I found more of a family in them than you.” y/n looked at his father, “the day i came back, that was the first you had held me, since– i'm not even sure.” tears started spilling from his eyes. “I was all alone, ever since I could remember and neither of you seemed to care.” y/n mumbled, walking out to his siblings. He gave a weak smile and started to speed walking into the water. He didn't take the time to stop and look at the passing glowing corals, not like he did a day ago. No, a day ago he wasn't consumed with so many different emotions; at least not like this. He felt resentment, embarrassment, sadness, relief. Resent towards his parents for never being there, embarrassed that he let his emotions take over him, relief for finally saying his true feelings. Sadness, sadness for his siblings, his parents, neighbors for having to hear the arguing. All these feelings tired the poor boy's body. Ever since the war he has not been able to go back to 100% back to himself, maybe it was the mental scars or the physical scars. He looks different from it, seemingly more tired, easier to anger. Everyone noticed, how could they not? Before the lonely na’vi could even stop himself; he fell asleep. 
After the war, Ronal took interest in Y/n Te Suli Tsyeyk'itan. Seeing how he fought for the people of her clan, seeing how he nearly died, seeing how he looked at y/n looked whenever his parents spent their affection on one of his other siblings. She saw him for him. Not for his different colored skin no, not anymore. She saw him as a child, a scared 15-year-old, lonely. She saw the envy, she saw the jealousy, the longing looks. She talked with Tonowari, judging the head of the family.  Subconsciously Tonowari judged them too. He understood getting swept away by the other kids, he didn't understand forgetting a kid that actually fucking died and came back to life. Y/n was literally with ewya and after what seemed like a week, they forgot him again? The two parents started y/n out to dinners, hunting. Like a real family. y/n teaching Tsireya how to braid each other's hair, making roxto and Aonung try the spicy food native to the forest na’vi. Actually, freaking out when y/n felt ronals baby kick her. Tonowari telling him sacred stories passed through the generations of the metkayina. Roxto and y/n, the honorary tribe family members. 
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Robin: I had an idea at dinner-.. stand there. Clementine: I’ve never been good in front of a camera… Robin: It’s just an experiment. Clementine: Oh? Robin: You’d think there’d be more proof of ghosts existing if people could take pictures of ‘em, right? Clementine: Then perhaps we already know the outcome of this experiment? [Robin hummed, staring at the screen of his camera with a mixture of resignation and disappointment] Clementine: Well? Robin: You’re not there. Clementine: You don’t sound too surprised. Robin: I s’pose I’m not-.. do you even exist, Clem? Clementine: Ohh, that’s a loaded question, isn’t it? [Robin threw himself onto the couch, letting out a sigh far too wearisome for someone his age] Robin: No one else can see or hear you, and you’re technically not tangibly here either… What if you’re just in my head? What if there’s something like, majorly wrong with me? Clementine: I think you’re just special, darlin’. Robin: Weird, you mean. [Robin flexed his fingers against his chest, wondering what on earth had made him so different from everyone else] Robin: Did I tell you I made a friend on holiday? Clementine: How lovely! Robin: I guess-.. ‘cept I couldn’t even talk to her. Clementine: Oh. Robin: I always thought it was a choice n’ stuff-.. I’m starting to think I might just be broken though, like someone didn’t put me together right, or forgot to turn off creative mode before saving my character. [Robin’s comparison to a video game went straight over Clementine’s head, but it seemed more like he was thinking aloud than expecting a reply, so she didn’t interrupt him] Robin: I bet Alex would believe me-.. I got the feeling she was different too, maybe… Clementine: What makes you think that? Robin: I don’t know, vibes-.. wishful thinking? [Robin could have gone on, but someone had finally discovered that he wasn’t in bed…] Oscar: It’s way past midnight, what’re you doing up here? [Robin shrugged despondently; talking to himself, imaginary friends, ghosts? Each excuse more insane than the last] Oscar: C’mon, we’re not on holiday anymore… … Oscar: It’s only been a few days bud-.. she’ll write soon enough. Robin: How’d you know what I was thinking? Oscar: I’m a super good guesser. [Robin would’ve liked to believe that his father possessed the same abilities as him, but he’d be much more perturbed by his son’s presence if that were the case. He closed his eyes with a morose sigh, deciding that sleep was about the best escape he could hope for]
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THE CHOICES THAT WE MAKE
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HUMAN/HYBRID! BTS X HUMAN! READER SOULMATES/HYBRIDS/ANGST AU
Chapter 16 (2.6k words)
For more information about this story, find it here
Here's another chapter! I want to apologize first for the way it was written, which is a messy group chat written like regular text jsjsksk, but I didn't have many options and this one really had to happen, because skipping right over it felt wrong. I hope you enjoy it anyway!
Jimin's POV
The sound of a new notification suddenly resounds from my phone and causes its screen to light up from somewhere within my sea of blankets, and I mindlessly pat around the bed to find it while I put my book aside after memorizing the page.
When I get a hold of it, I quickly let the camera scan my face to unlock the screen before taking in the text that pops up next.
Three new soulmates have been added into your soul group chat, the soul registry wishes you a wonderful new bond, and may you all get along.
I stare at the words in a daze, unsure of whether my mind is playing a trick on me or not.
"Guys?".
"Did you all get that, or was it just me? Three new soulmates?".
"Didn't Namjoon meet only one outside earlier?".
"What do we do?".
"Let's enter the chat for now, let's not keep them waiting any longer".
I hear my bedroom's door open, and I look up to see Taehyung standing in the doorway with a blanket wrapped around his lean body, ears twitching atop his head and confused eyes on my form like he truly doesn't know what to do at the moment.
My heart swoons at his cuteness that never ceases to marvel me, and I pat my bed to invite him by my side before staring at the screen again.
He comes over with small steps, then climbs in before snuggling against me with his tail wrapping around my waist, and we both observe without a word as I press on the notification to open the soul chat app that's already becoming active with our new soul pieces.
It hadn't been used in forever and all of a sudden, we have what... three more soulmates? At the same time? What were the odds?
I guess fate deemed that today was time to unite everyone together once and for all. Minus one, that is...
I want to know who they are, those whose soul was always meant to belong with us, and though I know that I shouldn't, I can't resist the small light of hope in my chest that she might be one of them.
That she might finally have found her way back to us.
--- SOUL CHAT FOR NAMJOON, TAEHYUNG, JIMIN, JUNGKOOK, YOONGI, HOSEOK, SEOKJIN.
Yoongi: Erm... hello? I realize that we didn't exchange names earlier, but I'm the hybrid from the mansion? Min Yoongi's the name.
Hoseok: Oh, are you new here as well? I registered my mark not too long ago so I just got the link. Seokjin! You're here too! I'm Jung Hoseok!
Seokjin: Yes, I am, I guess we all registered our mark at the same time? I'm Kim Seokjin. Are the others not here? It seems pretty quiet in here.
Namjoon: No, we're here. Welcome to the bond, the three of you. I'm Namjoon, the one you talked with, Yoongi, with the coffee. It's nice to see you here, I was wondering if you'd made it home safely after I saw you leave.
Yoongi: Ah, so that was your name, then. I'm sorry, it all went so fast that I completely forgot to introduce myself. Did you meet two more soulmates after we parted ways?
Namjoon: Don't worry about that ^.^ And... no, we weren't expecting anyone else for tonight, we thought it would be only you. Hoseok and Seokjin, it's nice to meet you. Might I ask if you're here because the two of you met on your own?
Seokjin: It's nice to meet you too, and that's exactly it, though... erm.
Hoseok: It's a bit complicated? We met someone else as well. And we believe you might know her?
Jungkook: Her? It can't be... did you two meet Y/N? Choi Y/N?
Seokjin: That would be her, yes. Earlier today. We actually work for her at BeyondGold, she's the CEO. Our boss.
Jungkook: Are you serious? You're not joking, right? You really met her?
Jimin: Wait. Y/N? Our Choi Y/N? She became a CEO? This is Taehyung, by the way. I'm with Jiminie.
Seokjin: I'm pretty sure we're talking about the same Y/N, yes. Hoseok and I noticed that something seemed wrong with the soulmark after we first met in the auditorium this morning, and then she came to give a speech to the new recruits, which is why we were there in the first place. It sure was a surprise to discover that she's also our mate.
Hoseok: Right? That was the last thing I expected. Our marks were really painful at first but it seemed worse for her, her entire soulmark was red. Anyway, she called us to her office, and there, she explained the state of the bond. She talked about four soulmates from her past, which I assume is you guys, so we know a bit about what happened, but I'm not sure I really understood everything she said. It was a very sad story though.
Namjoon: It must have been a soul blockage that caused the pain. Can you elaborate, please? What did she say?
Hoseok: Well... I don't know if it's really our place to say everything but... we did tell her we'd help, so I guess this is how we do it. She talked about her past, when you were still together, and how her parents seemed very against hybrids as her soulmates. Things got worse because she wanted to accept everyone even though they didn't want her to. That lead to abuse, but I don't know if that was the worst or easiest part of her life... in the end, she got kidnapped because of something her parents did.
Seokjin: They abandoned her before it got too bad, and left her to deal with the worst of it.
Jungkook: ... If I ever find these people, I'm going to kill them. All of them. This is so messed up.
Yoongi: That's... I know that a lot of people hate hybrids for being so different, but to do that to their own child just because she gets hybrid mates? It's... disgusting. What happened next?
Seokjin: She mentioned how she overheard a conversation that she wasn't meant to hear. Apparently, the people who took her were going to kill you as to avoid dealing with anyone looking for her, and she was forced to reject the bond to protect you. That's why she did so in the park, and it seemed to be the most painful thing she ever had to do. I could feel it, see it, in all of her.
Hoseok: She looked really sad... and she misses you a lot. She's scared that you're going to reject her if you meet again. That's why we told her that we'd talk to you guys first, it seemed to weigh really heavy on her heart.
Jimin: Oh, Y/N...
Jungkook: Where is she right now? Are you with her? Can you let us talk to her? Or give us her phone number so we can call her? Please, oh my god, she rejected us to save us? What the fuck? And she thinks we'd reject her? That silly girl, she really... How can we meet her? BeyondGold you said? I'm going to have a look at where that is right now.
Seokjin: We left too quickly to get her phone number, but I'm sure you can see her at the company building. Hoseok and I will have to go back anyway, since she can't access the soul chat. You could come with us tomorrow, I'm sure she would love to see you as soon as possible.
Namjoon: Of course, yes, we'll be there. This is a lot to learn so suddenly. We had no idea it was... that bad. Was she... how was she?
Seokjin: She seemed to be in her element, at BeyondGold, I mean. She's amazing. She managed to create such a safe space for everyone, but especially for hybrids. She treats everyone like family, and she really cares. She's kind, to a fault, and I say that fully aware that I haven't known her for long. Hoseok: Yes! She tries to be strong for others' sake, but I don't think it's such a good thing for her. It seems to hurt her more than it helps, though I wonder how much of that habit was by choice...
Namjoon: That does sound like her... God, I can't believe you two met her. We've been searching for years, but we never found a way to her and we were losing hope. Thank you, Hoseok, Seokjin, seriously. You have no idea the gift you just gave us. Jimin, Taehyung, babies, are you okay?
Jimin: Yeah... we're just shocked. We can't find any words right now, but we're beyond happy that she's back. Sad too, it feels like she went through hell after she left us, and I hate that. I wish she wouldn't be scared of us, not us. We miss her too much to push her away.
Yoongi: Time has a way with using nightmares to create fears that no one needs, she probably had too many dreams of things going wrong and can't differentiate reality from them anymore.
Jimin: I think you might be right... She's been left on her own for so long, she must be very scared, then.
Yoongi: Sadly. I... I wish I could come tomorrow, but I'll lose my job if I try to take a day off and I can't afford that. Please let her know about me when you meet again? I wish I could come but it's really not possible.
Namjoon: Of course, Yoongi. I'm sorry that this chance to get to know each other is being overshadowed by Y/N like this, it's just been so long since we last heard someone talk about her other than us and we're desperate to know everything we can.
Yoongi: No worries, I get it. I'd miss her too if it'd been that long. Especially after learning of what happened... it's terrible.
Seokjin: I'm sure she'd be very happy to know that you want to see her just as much as she does, despite everything. I sincerely regret that we did not get her phone number before leaving, I'm sorry, everyone.
Jungkook: I'm back. BeyondGold is in Seoul, forty minutes away, maybe an hour with the traffic, and it opens at eight in the morning. I say we leave at seven?
Jimin: Taehyung and I are okay with that. The sooner we can see her, the better. And it's okay, Seokjin, I'm sure there was a lot to deal with already. We'll let her know that we're not rejecting her as soon as we see her. We just want her back.
Namjoon: Agreed. Jimin's right, you can't think of everything all the time. But for now... let's push that matter aside, shall we? It's not like we can do anything about her for tonight and I don't want our newest additions to feel cast out. Yoongi, are you feeling better? Did you get a new phone in the end?
Yoongi: Oh, yeah. I shouldn't have destroyed my other one, it was better than this one but... oh well. That'll teach me to release my anger on an object of value. Sorry about earlier, by the way. I really lost myself for a bit, but talking to you helped. I would've been miserable on my own.
Namjoon: I'm just glad I stepped outside at the right timing. A little later and we might have never met.
Hoseok: It's scary said like that, isn't it? Change a simple little thing about your day and your entire fate is affected. Did something happen, Yoongi? Why were you angry?
Yoongi: Just a shitty job. Or no. Rather a shitty boss and shitty coworkers. I don't like working with them, but the job's fine. I do have anger issues too, so I apologize in advance for anything I might say or do in the future. I'm working on it.
Namjoon: I know what that's like, I've had plenty such experiences too. You'll get through it, Yoongi, both work and anger issues. What animal are you, by the way? I couldn't tell earlier.
Yoongi: Thanks... I appreciate that, Namjoon. I'm a white wolf. Most people mistake me for a dog, but in my animal form I'm a lot bigger.
Seokjin: Wow, your kind is rare around here. I'm a black eagle. We're obviously not the only hybrids in the bond, who else is one?
Jungkook: I am. I'm a panther, and Taehyung's a tiger. The others are all humans. That means we are... four humans, and four hybrids. We're all predators, too, I just noticed.
Jimin: Isn't that rare? I thought we'd get at least one prey hybrid in the bond?
Seokjin: It depends, that's usually how it goes, but I think it's not bad that we're all predators here. I don't know exactly what kind of past Y/N has had, but the way she spoke... she said the danger's over, but I don't know. I don't feel too good about it. Maybe it's not without reason that we're all dangerous predators in the soul bond.
Namjoon: What do you mean, Seokjin? What danger? Do you mean when she was kidnapped? Do you know what happened after that?
Seokjin: She didn't say. Just that if she didn't reject the bond when she did, you could've died. She said that she wasn't supposed to see her soulmates ever again, but that she earned her freedom? And that it's why she could call Hoseok and I to her office to meet. It seems to all stem from her parents, the abuse, the kidnapping. She apparently never told you anything, too.
Jungkook: No. We learned about the abuse only when it was too late and she was gone. Her parents are shit and I wish I would've known sooner, I would've taken her out of that hell before things got bad.
Jimin: We had no idea what happened to her, she never talked about anything back then.
Hoseok: That's concerning... She did seem pretty taken aback that she cried in our arms... I guess she's very reserved. She looked uncomfortable about showing too much of her pain.
Jungkook: She cried???! Y/N never cries! She's too proud for that. God damn it.
Namjoon: Calm down, Jungkook. I can hear you pacing and swearing in your room. Don't make another hole in the wall, please.
Yoongi: I guess I'm not the only one with anger issues then.
Jimin: Ah! You can say that again, Yoongi.
Jungkook: But hyung! Y/N cried and I wasn't there to hug her! I don't like that! We're talking about seeing her, but I can't see her yet and it's driving me crazy!
Yoongi: Sounds like torture to me.
Jungkook: See! Yoongi gets it!
Jimin: Taehyung agrees. It is torture.
Seokjin: I confirm. Torture it is.
Namjoon: ... Alright, alright. I realize that my instincts aren't quite as intense as hybrids.
Jungkook: Damn right! You're lucky to be a human, it sucks to be in my skin right now. It's like... like the animal inside me is trying to claw its way out to reach her faster, but not knowing where she is is like ripping my heart in two with my bare hands instead. I don't mean to say that you're not craving her too, hyung, but you don't have an animal pacing inside of you with endless whines and growls on its tongue.
Yoongi: I confirm, it really does feel like that when your instincts get in the picture. Seokjin: Yeah, it's the same for me too.
Jimin: Tae says the same.
Namjoon: Come on guys... why are you all ganging up on me now? I just wanted to do some damage control on the house... we've had to cover enough holes as it is.
Hoseok: Namjoon... I think that might not be helping?
Yoongi: I confirm.
Seokjin: Yep.
Namjoon: Oh okay! I get it! Stop it!
NEXT
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xiamentshoneypot · 2 months
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Heart stopper
Angst no comfort
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Everything went wrong so horrifically wrong, everything else horribly wrong, felt wrong the air that had been pushed into your lungs replacing the air that had been knocked out of you when you realized you’d been ambushed and the comms had been intercepted and he couldn’t hear you. How you heart was so erratic you’d bet it had to rock it’s self and count to ten to calm down after everything had settled. All the air that passed thought shallowly after you’d made your choice. Bold
Now here you were aching and screaming at the top of your lungs at the man you’d die for at any minute it didn’t matter. “fucking answer me” you said calmly trying to soothe your aching arm and heart. This felt like when you had did somthing bad and you thought someone knew and you were just waiting for the shoe to drop the anxiety you felt at the bottom of your heart and to the tops of your soul and being in every form it could possibly take.
Silence. It was infuriating “fucking answer me now” you screamed your sweet voice now high pitched and bare utterly agnostic on the eyes of everyone. Good you wanted him to suffer as you heart is…
“Luv’ m’trying to help” Simon bowed his head scared not from a physical threat or anything like that, scared of your tone you’d never spoken to anyone like that before not when you were barking orders at subordinates and not when interacting with the enemy for information. He’d much rather those voices than this. “Then fucking answer me then! Are you in love with Her”.
Bitter
“Love m’sorry” he tried to plead with you it felt like a firefighter trying to talk someone down from a cliff after the ink dried on all there notes stamped and in route. “Yes or no” you sour voice asked eyes narrowed and soppy. Hoping a quick nod would free him a swift yes of the head stepping forward trying to touch you. Bluntly stepping back chest rising and falling hard.
“Why? And don’t give me no bullshit about how you can’t help who you fall in love with that’s bullshit!” How could he love her she’d done nothing toe arm his love she wasn’t there for him how you were.
“She- she what huh what the hell did she do to deserve that?” You interrupted her was taking too long and it was pissing you off like he had a long list of reasons he was considering. “Please I don’t want to hurt you” he pleaded he never begged like this. “Mission failed bitch what is it huh” you needed a reason and he was stuck.
“She wasn’t there for you, she wasn’t the one who stood by you through the last ten months, the night terrors the ptsd. You didn’t fuck and make love to her for seven months straight sleeping next to her, waking up with her breakfast all that shit.” Did you mean nothing to him did all of that mean nothing.
“I would die for you I just took a fucking bullet for you, not because I had to but because I love you that’s not nothing there aren’t many people who would do that for love.” You had just jumped in front of a bullet to save him to make sure he didn’t die in the face of the enemy.
The coms had been jammed and there were more and more people approaching him, in a stupid act of love you raced over to his aid to see him down but fighting as well as fading into death. Fighting for him, beside him ready to give your life to save or die with him once the gun smoke cleared and you drug his limp body on one good leg and shoulder to the evac site shedding tear after tear for him praying to a god you were sure had domed you years ago. Pleading with him not to fade away in your arms an “I love you” on the top of your tongue when he asks for her.
“it’s everything” he whispered hearing how your heart broke right in front of him love gone like he had almost been.
“I hate you Simon”
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igotanidea · 10 months
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Lucky: Dick Grayson x reader
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Requested as a part of my 1k celebration : Dick x adoration by @miraculous-panic/@gone-batty-fics
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„Grayson! Stop creeping outside my office like a…. like a creep!” she yelled opening the door to the room and peeking outside, seeing her boyfriend talking to one of the office crew. Honestly, she wanted it to sound different, better, more humorously, but the poor choice of words just made it  a bit unfortunate and she facepalmed herself mentally. Creep like a creep? Great job, Y/N. Great freaking job.
“Hello sunshine.” His gaze landed on her and he grinned that signature smile that made half of the ladies in the office swoon just because they were lucky enough to see it. Y/N however was unimpressed, as she crossed her arms and eyed him warningly. Maybe it was because she had that smile waiting for her home every day, after work.  Or maybe because he was showing off, again. “Mind if I come in?”
“I’d rather you do, Dick. You make it impossible for the ladies to work. Shall I remind you, this is not a circus when you are a star of the show. This is a serious workplace.”
“I know.” he walked through the door, pecking her lips lightly, hand landing on her hip pulling her closer, on display for everyone and the unwanted audience made her blush.
It wasn’t normal for Dick to just swing by in the middle of the day and she wasn’t sure how to feel about it. On one hand it was nice to see him, on the other, she had reputation to uphold and couldn’t risk getting all sappy all over him. Not here. Even if all she wanted was to place him on her swivel chair, sit on his lap and kiss him breathless, letting his hands roam her body. God! This boy was truly gonna be the death of her.
It only took her a second to get those dirty thoughts out of her head. Since she was the COO of one of the biggest companies in Bludhaven, she learned how to control and conceal her emotions pretty well. No one would even notice that single blush and slightly glassy eyes. No one except Dick. 
“You look a little red, baby. Don’t you think it’s a bit too hot in here? Who would have thought, right? On the 15th floor of the building?” he teased and almost as if he was reading her  mind placed himself on the seat, legs spread wide.
“Richard!” she shrieked and closed the door, appalled by his behavior. “don’t you have somewhere else to be?”
“Where else would I be than with my beloved girlfriend? Come on, baby, you work so hard, how about we relax a bit.”
“I’m at work, Grayson. I know you don’t get since you truly are a trust fund baby, but some of us ….”
“Ouch, Y/N. That’s just cruel. Even for you.” he gasped grabbing his chest, faking pain “Right through my heart.”
“ Oh, please….” She rolled her eyes
“You know you got a nice office, baby. Wonder why I never came here before.” He spun around, eyes falling on different elements of the interior. “And what may that be?” something on her desk captured his attention. “A little Nightwing figure! Oh, how cute is that! But something is wrong with this one’s ass.”
“Dick….” She warned, rubbing her forehead “Please…..”
“Hm? What do you need baby?”
“I need you to leave. If my boss comes by and see me talking to you during work hours….”
“Oh, sweetheart.” Dick stood up and came closer to her, one hand back on her hip, the other grabbing her chin lightly and making her look up at him. Damn it, she had heels and he was still so freaking tall in comparison. “Old, good Elle would never hurt you.”
“You know my boss?!” her eyes grew wide, dozens of crazy scenarios running though her head. She was working here for a couple of years now, how was it possible that he never told her he was familiar with company’s CEO.
“Bruce does. Rumor has it they were involved, if you know what I mean. Small world, I guess.  But hey” he raised his hands in defense “you made your way up by yourself, none of us interfered with that. Yes, I know you were thinking that.”
“Let’s just say I believe you. But she’s still my boss and wouldn’t be able to charm her.”
“What are we betting on?” he grinned.  
“Dick, please….”
“I love it when you say it like that.”
“Will you just shut up!” she fumed turning around angrily, to hide the blush that was now creeping all over her face.
“Don’t be mad at me….” He pouted and hugged her from behind, close to his chest.
“Let go off me!” she struggled against his grip, finally breaking free. “Why can’t you understand? I’m at work, I got tone of things to do. And letting my inferiors speculate about what we do behind the closed door and ruining their opinion on me is definitely not one of them!”
“But baby….”
“Stop it, Richard, I’m serious. You act like a freaking child!” she hissed and only the sad look in his eyes made her realize that she might have gone overboard. She sighed deeply trying to calm herself down. “Dick. I promise I’ll be home earlier today. We can spend some time together.”
“Sure.” He nodded flatly “you’re right. I think I just need to go. See you later, Y/N. Hopefully you can live up to your promise and get back before I leave for the night patrol.”
He started walking towards the door, eyes fixed on the floor, passing her without another word or joke or …. Anything.
She should be mad. He came here, throwing innuendos left and right, disturbing her peace, invading her space that was strictly off limit, capturing attention, acting just like Bruce with his playboy attitude, leading her straight towards trouble. Really like a man child. And still believing she would just relent, melt into him in her own office (which she almost did), let him do whatever he wanted. That was a hard no and he deserved that.
So why was it that it made her feel guilty and sad?
“Miss Y/N?” one of her coworkers, who was still a student, peeked inside and the girl quickly raised her gaze, concealing the worry in her eyes with professionalism and composure.
“What is it Leah? Did you bring me the reports I asked for?”
“Yeah, yeah, sure. Got it right here, right on deadline. But….can I ask you something personal?”
“Sure, go ahead, feel free to” Y/N scoffed and threw her hands into the air  “you’re just another person I have to remind today what it means to be at work.”
“Um…” Leah hesitated, sensing Y/N’s irritation and sarcasm dripping  from her tone, but the curiosity was too big to contain it “how…. How is it to be with Mr.Grayson?”
“What?” Y/N was definitely taken by surprise by the question
“Please, forgive me, but he is just so handsome and cute and perfect in every way.”
“Perfect?”
“Yes….” Leah’s gaze became a bit blurry  and Y/N didn’t like that at all. “Every time he comes by…..”
“What do you mean every time?! How many times before did it happen?! And why no one told me about it?”
“He asked us not to.” Leah squealed “he said he just needed to see you even from the distance. He said you had that spark in your eyes when you work, that irresistible glow and your energy is so alluring….”
“He said that outloud?!” oh, she was definitely going to kill her boyfriend. But it was just so …. cute….
“Mhm.”
“what else did he do?”
“He’s just so thoughtful and caring and gentle. He always ask me about my mother’s health….”
“Your mum’s sick?” Y/N eyes grew wide
“She’s diabetic….”
“I’m sorry Leah. Truly.”
“It’s fine. We’re holding on. But he’s just interested you know. Not only with me. Mr. Grayson also helped Sarah when she got in trouble with her boyfriend, Tom. Apparently that bastard was beating her up.”
“What?”
“Yeah. And you know, your guy just seems so different than any other I know. And he truly loves you, his every word, every glance she threw your direction when you didn’t know was just speaking for itself. …..And…
“What else?” Y/N gaze softened a bit upon looking at the young girl in front of her “come on, you’ve already said so much, might as well finish. Not a word you say will leave this office.”
“Um…. Jane and Carol were wondering whether he takes care of you …. In the bedroom, you know….” her voice broke  “God! I’m so sorry, Ms. Y/L/N. I never should have said that. I’m just …. I don’t have any good experience with boys and I have no one to talk to about it and I’m just scared I will end up like Sarah and I don’t want that so I just….”
“Leah, Leah, hey….” Y/N grabbed her hand, worried about Leah’s mental state. “It’s all right. Calm down. I can’t say I appreciate you girls having such thoughts, but I get why you feel like that. You’re still young.  Don’t pressure yourself. There are good men in the world. And there's the one that would treat you right. You will just know that.”
“Thanks….”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this and if you repeat it to anyone I will deny, but I like you, Leah. You…. you can come talk to me, I want you to know. You’re like one of the very few truly good people in this world and I don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll help you when you need, just …. Let’s keep it all professional, you are still my subordinate after all”
“Thank you, Miss Y/L/N! thank you, thank you, thank you! I’ve always looked up to you, since my first day. “ Leah jumped in joy and excitement “And  you are truly lucky, miss Y/N. It’s hard to find someone like that
“Yeah….” Y/N repeated, the wheels in her mind turning. “I am. I am lucky.” Sudden realization hit her “I am lucky.” She stood up from her chair. “Leah?”
“Yes?”
“Get me HR on the phone.”
“Why?”
“I’m taking the rest of the day off. Some personal matters just came out. I need to take care of them immediately. Also…” she cleared her throat and fixed her jacket “I expect all of the statements and report I assigned to Sarah, Jane and Carol on my desk tomorrow morning. That should keep them busy enough to not talk about the matters they should not ever been interested in.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then, Miss Y/N?”
“Indeed, Leah.” Y/N smiled at the younger girl.
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“Dick?” she entered their shared apartment, throwing the bag onto the floor, discarding her shoes, almost tripping over her own legs and running into the living room. Thank god, he was there, splayed on the couch, mindlessly flipping through his iPhone.
“Y/N? Why are you home? What happened? Are you hurt, baby?” he stood up immediately, his first instinct upon seeing her was helping, taking care, making whatever was going on better.
“Oh, Dick” she sobbed and rushed towards him, jumping into his arms, legs wrapping around his waist, hands around his neck, bringing his face down to kiss him with everything she had in her.
“Not that I’m complaining, but why the sudden affection?” he grinned pulling away for air, even if she almost didn’t let him.
“I’m so sorry, baby” she sobbed in his arms “I’m so sorry….”
“For what?” Dick held her tighter, making sure she would not slip from his grip.
“I was so unfair to you. I was, well, in the lack of a better word, a bitch. I got so used to having you for myself I completely forgot that you are a treasure. And, as much as it pains me to say it, I had to be externally reminded of it. God, Dick, I love you, I love you, I love you so much. ….” She repeated frantically, kissing all over his face, on every place she could reach.
“Y/N, baby!” he laughed, enjoying and welcoming that sudden affection he didn’t get in a while “Baby, stop for a moment!” he cupped her cheek, his blue eyes meeting her e/c orbs and all that adoration he saw in them made him melt. “Let me tell you something. It’s important.”
“What….?” she shivered, fearing what words may come out of his mouth. Was he angry at her?
“I love you too. So much.” He pressed his lips onto her, dissipating all her worries. “How long do I have you?”
“I took the rest of the day off…” she trailed but Dick did not let her finish, when he threw her onto the bed.
“Let me make it worth your while.” He grinned leaning over her body.  
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gay-wh0re-slut · 5 months
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Heyy, I just wanted to know if you could write a story with rhea x Fem! reader where the reader is ashamed of her body hair and Rhea comforts her,ending with a big smut✨️
Sorry for this request but my body hair makes me very uncomfortable and I need to read something like this🥺
don’t be sorry! body hair is normal and everyone has it! society has told us (women esp) that body hair is bad but it’s not, it’s natural! you can do whatever you want with it, shave it, don’t shave it, hell braid it if it gets long enough lol, i know it’s easier said than done but never be ashamed for things that happen naturally as a human being but don’t worry friend, i got you.
Ever, Ever
rhea x fem!reader
content: talks of body hair but then turns to hot sexy times with hot buff goth wrestler gf ooooo (slight choking, praise, oral, fingering, squirting hehe)
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You giggle at a funny post you found on instagram, “look!” you turn the phone to Rhea who was sitting beside you on the bed.
She was doing some work on her computer but she turned to look, “oh, that’s a good one,” she laughed with you.
The two of you continue to sit in comfortable silence as she types away and you scroll away. You both loved nights like this, nothing going on, just being together, relaxing and enjoying each other’s presence. It was a good reset for both of you, with your nine to five job and her crazy one, it was good to just be.
She slammed the enter key one last time and closed her laptop, “finally,” she sighed as she placed it on the side table. “Do you want a snack?”
“Ooooh, yes please!” you smile at her.
“I’ll be right back,” and she walked out of the bedroom.
You smile thinking that there’s no where else you’d rather be. You’re with the love of your life, having a night in, doing absolutely nothing, well, now you were. She comes back in with a lot of things.
“I wasn’t sure what I wanted or what you wanted so I brought options,” her arms were full with cheez-its, fruit snacks and who knows what else.
“Oh,” you chuckle, “thank you, baby.”
She displayed them all out over the bed, she gestured dramatically over them twinkling her fingers to show you the options.
You decide on the fruit snacks, two bags because one is never enough.
“Good choice,” she said picking up the protein bar.
“C’mon, live a little,” you joke to her.
“Fine, fine,” she throws the bar down and taps her chin thinking. Finally she chooses the potato chips, “better?” she held them up, they were still the healthy ones.
“Yes, thank you,” you laugh.
“I’ll take the rest back,” she gathers up the remaining snacks and heads back to the pantry.
The two of you sit on your phones, enjoying your respective snacks, showing each other funny tiktok’s, memes, and cool drawings people made of her.
Her hand landed on your thigh, but you thought nothing of it, she loved to be touching you whenever she could.
You didn’t notice her put her phone down but you did notice when she moved herself closer to you and started kissing your arm. You kissed her head in a response but she kept going. Gently kissing up your arm until she made it to your neck. Wave after wave of pleasure sent through your body with every kiss. She took your phone out of your hand, that you weren’t really paying attention to anymore, and put it on your side table.
The hand on your thigh moved up to gently caress your hot center, “c’mon baby,” she whispered.
You moaned softly into her touch but suddenly stopped her, “no wait-”
“What’s wrong? You okay?” she immediately pulled her hand away.
“Yeah, it’s just… you’ve been away so I haven’t, uh… shaved,” your face was red from embarrassment.
“Baby,” her face softened, “I love every part of you no matter what. A little hair isn’t gonna hurt me.”
“But I don’t want-”
“Unless you got some crazy thing going on down there, like teeth or something,” she chuckled, “I don’t mind one bit.”
You tried to talk, “But it’s gro-”
She put a finger over your mouth, “It’s not gross, it’s not ugly, it’s normal. Do you care when I don’t shave?”
She didn’t move her finger so you just shook your head.
“Exactly,” she finally removed her finger, “if you don’t want to continue, that’s perfectly fine, but unshaven or not, I’m still gonna love you,” she smiled.
You gave her a weak smile, “are you sure? Because it’s pretty gnarly.”
“Baby…I promise.”
You stared at her for second to make sure she was really sure, “okay.”
“Now, can I get back to what I was doing or…” she said jokingly.
You giggle, “yes, please.”
Giving you a devilish grin, she bows her head to kiss your neck again, leaving soft slow pecks on your skin. She moved herself on top of you straddling your hips. Your hand tangled into her hair keeping it out of her way.
She nibbled at your ear until she whispered, “You’re so…” she kissed your jaw, “hypnotizing…” she kissed down your jawline, “and beautiful…” one of her hands snuck to your neck and gently squeezed, “and…” her hand clutched to your neck hard as she looked you in the eyes, “don’t you ever, ever think otherwise.”
Your eyes were wide but your smile was huge at the sensation, “yes Mami,” you choke out.
“Good,” she barked as she released her hand, “my sweet girl,” she then she dragged her hand over your shirt down to your pajama shorts, sneaking it under the waistband. Her fingers found your dripping center, “look at you,” she gently swiped her fingers against you, “barely even started and you’re already ready for me.” She teased at your entrance, but decided against it. So she settled for teasing your clit instead.
Your back arched as a long moan left you, “mmmmcan’t help it,” you released your breath. One of your hands was behind her neck while the other was on the back of her thigh pushing her in closer, digging your nails into the tattoos as she continued to work her magic. You pull her neck down so that she could kiss you, and that she did.
You didn’t expect it to be, but it was hot and sloppy and you begged for more. Her hand below went faster as the kissing became more intense. You made small whines into her mouth between labored breaths. Her lips finally let go of you as she pulled her hand out.
You huffed at the loss, but she quickly got off of you and yanked your shorts and underwear off and threw them onto the floor. Without hesitation, she spread your legs and immediately began to lap at your wet folds.
“Fuck,” you groan as your hands found their way back to her hair.
Her arms curled around your thighs, “you taste so good, babygirl,” then she began to suck on your clit.
You tightened your grip at her words as your eyes pinched closed but you could feel her smiling against you. You were squirming but she was holding you perfectly still with her insane strength. She finally let go of one of your legs, teasing her fingers at your entrance once more.
“Mhmm…yessss, please!” you whine.
“You know I love when you beg,” and she pushes her way inside.
“Oh fuck,” as your back arched again.
She was pumping in and out of you at a steady pace as she continued to use her tongue on your pulsing bud. You writhed under her grip but she kept your hips still. The pressure in your stomach was quickly building, “harder, mami, please!”
“Oh, you want it rough today, princess?”
“God yes, please,” you beg.
“As you wish,” she grinned.
You barely noticed but in one second she removed her hand, flipped it over, plunged back into you so now the heel of hand was facing up and her two middle fingers were pumping into you at an outrageous pace. She kissed your thigh before she maneuvered herself back on top of you. She kissed you, making sure that you could taste yourself on her tongue.
She trailed her kisses down your neck, then began to bite, rolling your skin in her teeth, “you’re doing so well,” she whispered, she sucked at your skin not caring if she left a mark, “you feel so good on me,” she said in your ear.
You were untangling beneath her, your eyes were in the back of your head, your hands were gripping at anything you could reach, her arms, her back, her hair, the sheets. You barely had any air in your lungs, your hips were riding her hand that was setting the ungodly pace, trying so hard to keep up.
“I know you want to, baby,” she grinned at the noises that were spilling out of you, “I’m not going to stop you,” her voice was calm and sultry, it was driving you insane, more than you already were.
“Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” you screamed.
“C’mon baby!” she yelled over your deafening whines.
You gasped for air as you curled up with your mouth wide open and your eyes rolled back, “FFFUUCKK!!” the pressure inside of you released so violently that you slammed your head onto the pillow beneath.
She immediately pulled her hand out of you as you squirted all over the sheets and her hand that couldn’t move fast enough.
“Holy fuck,” you heard her say over your loud moan. She plunged back into you when you were done and continued her pace smiling from ear to ear, “again,” was all she said. Though this time, her free hand found its way back to your neck and squeezed.
Your hands gripped her arm as you gave her a wicked smile. Just a minute later, the pressure was back and ready to be released again. You groaned, whined and moaned as well as you could under her hand.
“Just one more time, princess, one more for me,” she commanded.
You followed orders and the knot in your stomach untangled again. You couldn’t say anything but a loud scream of pleasure, as she removed her hand, still not fast enough, and you squirted once more.
She released the grip on your neck and you immediately pulled her in for another sloppy kiss. Your lips smacked as she pulled away, “You’re so fucking hot,” she breathed.
You couldn’t fathom saying anything you were so weak so you settled for the wicked smile. You kissed her once more before going completely limp underneath her.
She sat on her heels next to you. She looked the mess you made underneath your bottom half and chuckled, “We gotta wash the sheets.”
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Your fics are so so so good. I love the introspection so much. Could you do #30 on the angst prompt with finnick, if you want? thank you!
Hey Anon! Thanks for the compliment! Of Course I can. This one actually took me a hot second to think of an idea for! But I hope you enjoy it! -- TITLE: The Things We Need Most WORD COUNT: 1.1K WARNING: Fighting, not sure if anything else is worth noting under here but if there is let me know and I'll change it! TAGS: Introspection cause its me, fighting and arguing, two idiots being idiots. READER IS FEM CODED!!! Only because it made the most sense with the plot that came to mind! SUMMARY: Sometimes what you needed most was right in front of you ... A/N: Hello again all! The reader in this is fem coded just for the sake of the plot, it made more sense! Thanks for enjoying my work so far everyone! Hope you enjoy this one too, and as always I take constructive criticism so please feel free to leave that!
“You can’t tell anyone.” You said, furiously crossing your arms as though you were a petulant child arguing over bedtime. You thought if anyone could understand, he would, but apparently you had thought wrong.
“The hell I can’t!” He laughed, a small harsh little laugh that didn’t suit him at all. He was looking at you, his eyes boring into your soul, holding nothing but hurt, fear and frustration in them.
“You think I’m going to sit here and let Mags or Annie go back into that arena? Absolutely not, I can’t let that happen.” You snapped, a red tinge growing over your face as anger filled your bones. “You can’t seriously think that either of them are even prepared to step back into there. You and I both know that they’re not! So get off your high horse and keep this secret like I asked you too!”
When you had been reaped, Mags had been your mentor. Finnick had tried to disagree but with the friendship you two had, you knew it wouldn’t be wise. If he lost you, like you had almost lost him, he would be distraught. You were distraught when he had left for his games, nothing seemed to be okay after that. 
But Mags had stepped up, and she got you every sponsor she could. She took care of you and helped you make it out of there alive, back to Finnick, to her and your family. 
You hadn’t met Annie officially until you had turned eighteen, and she, seventeen. Finnick had introduced you both and you had clicked instantly. She became like the sister you never had and then it became the three of you. Annie hadn’t returned the same after she had been reaped and won her games. But Finnick and you had always been there for her, and you would be there for her now.
“If I march in there and tell them what you’re doing, you think they’re going to allow you to put your life on the line for them! They would never allow you to sacrifice yourself for them, you know!” He shot back, running a hand through his hair, roughly. 
“It’s not their choice, Finn! It’s mine. I am actively making this choice alone. You can’t sit here and seriously say you wouldn’t do the same!” An exasperated laugh passed through your lips, as you looked away from him.
Obviously no one wanted to be in this situation, everyone had been promised to be left alone after they had won. Of course Snow could never allow that for any Victors, with how he operated with them after the games. He couldn’t let his little puppets not be punished, he was incapable of sympathy.
“I would take their places in a heartbeat, you know! I would never have any of you going back there if I could!” Finnick said, pinching the bridge of his nose.
Neither of you could stand to look at one another, both far too worked up than the situation called for, in your opinion. For the first time in a very long time you didn’t understand what was going through his head. Why was he shooting back at every opportunity, did he think that there was a chance you wouldn’t survive, did he not have that faith in you anymore?
“If you think I’m incapable of doing this, then you need to tell me. Don’t sit there and bullshit your way around things and not give me an answer to why you don’t want me back there. Because I know it’s not just because you're worried.” You said, a cross look passing over your face. You were done yelling, and fighting. You just needed to know what was going on. “If you can’t tell me then you need to let it go, and not tell anyone what I’ve told you here tonight. You need to respect me enough to keep that secret like I’ve asked of you.” 
He looked at you, biting his lip gently. He hardly did that anymore.
“Y/N.” He sucked in a deep breath, preparing himself. “It’s not that I think you couldn’t do it, or wouldn’t be strong enough. You’re the bravest person I know, and one of the strongest. I guess in a way this is selfish … the reason I don’t want you back there. I can’t lose you. We’ve almost lost each other at least once … I can’t feel that again.” He whispered, and you could see the tears welling in his eyes.
“But I can’t be okay with losing Annie or Mags, Finnick. I’m barely okay with the thought of losing you.” You reached out to cup his face, gently.
He looked so much younger like this, more like the boy you had met all those years ago.
“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
“I …. Finnick.” Your voice was tinged with sadness, and you had no idea what to say at this moment.
Finnick had never left your side from the moment you two had met. He had been there through every single major moment of your life. The day you had your first heartbreak, when you had broken a bone, he had held your hand through the reaping ceremony. He was the piece you had been missing. You couldn’t remember life before him, though you were sure you wouldn’t want to. He was everything to you.
And somewhere between then and now … perhaps you had both fallen in love with one another.  
Of course you had loved Finnick from the moment you had been ten years old, when he had challenged you to a swimming contest and you won. You hadn’t embarrassed him, or that’s what he had always said, but you ended up taking a liking to each other. .
From that moment on you two had become inseparable, there was never one of you without the other. He had changed your life for the better, and you had always hoped you made an impact on his too. 
“I love you too.” You admitted after moments of silence. “I think I always have but there was never a right time to say it.”
“No time like the present.” Finnick chuckled, small and gentle. His hands came up to cup yours, warmth radiating from him.
“I don’t think days before the reaping of the Quarter Quell is the best, but I’ll take it.” You smiled. “Kiss me?”
All he had needed was permission. He leaned down, gently slotting his lips with yours as you brushed your thumb against his cheeks.
Minutes felt like seconds and before you knew it he had pulled away from you, eyes no longer shining with tears but pure … love and joy.
“If you go back in there, both of us are coming out. Got it, L/N.” Finnick said, pulling you into a bone crushing hug.
“Got it, Odair.” You laughed against his chest. 
You didn’t know what the two of you did next, you barely had a clue of what would happen tomorrow … but this was the start of something beautiful. You could feel it.
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We're the best of friends - S.H
Steve Harrington x female!reader
A/n: friends to lovers, mutual pinning
Warnings: none, just soft Steve
Word count: 1.7k
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Summer 1986,
Friends. Steve's her friend. She'd heard it a thousand times over but now the sentence was unravelling. It had been weeks since he'd taken that stupid sweater off, pulling his shirt up to expose his bare skin to her. She'd felt some kind of twist in her stomach, and then she saw his hair. All fluffed up by his moments, he even looked a little flushed. 
Now she was still stuck thinking about it. Thinking about him. Avoiding him, while not the mature choice, seemed like the most sensible one but it never worked. He would just call to ask why she hadn't swung by the video store or why she had missed movie nights. Feigning sickness could only last so long. 
It was also summer which meant late nights swimming in Steve's pool to fight off the heat. She couldn't keep saying no and in truth none of it was Steve's fault, he hadn't changed or done anything differently, she'd just found that part of herself that had a schoolgirl crush on him again. 
Steve stared her down like she was a figment of his imagination when she came through his back gate, it felt longer then it had been but all her friends looked taller, older. Maybe it was because she went from seeing them everyday to just talking on the phone.
"You okay?" Steve shouted to her, leaving his spot next to Robin to come face to face with her. All she found in his eyes was genuine concern that made her feel more guilty then she'd ever had in her whole life. 
He'd hate her if he knew she'd been lying about being sick, about suddenly being so busy she couldn't even be bothered to see her friends. There was something about Steve not thinking she was a good person that seemed to physically hurt her, like if he thought badly of her everyone else would too.
"I'm okay. I'm feeling much, much better." She was a terrible liar and everyone, including Steve knew it. 
"Good. Everyone's been pretty worried about you. Nanc said she thought something might be wrong but you'd tell us right?" Oh thank god for Steve Harrington. His voice was softer like she was so delicate the question alone would break her.
"I'm just stressing about stuff lately but it's really nothing and I didn't want anyone to worry. " That was hardly a lie, she'd spent every night stressing over her recurring feelings. It was harder now because she actually knew him, knew how good he was, through and through.
"Shouldn't have done a disappearing act if you didn't want me too worry." He kicked her muddy shoe with his own clean trainers, and she tried not to linger her eyes right where his shorts stopped on his thighs. "You know I've been stuck with the kids all week."
She rolled her eyes without ill intent, pushing her tongue down to stop herself from smiling. "I'm sorry."
"They have no idea how nice I am to them but they still complain when I'm late picking them up from whatever shit there doing." Steve ran his hand through his hair, it was damp, not wet but still darker then usual. He always did that when he was frustrated or at least pretending to be.
She loved the little game he played where he pretended he didn't adore how much the kids needed him. She walked past him, letting him follow close behind. There wasn't much more time she could spend stood directly in the sun, or stood that close to him.
She turned around at the edge of the pool. It had completely slipped her mind that the rest of her friends where here.
"You complain every time they ask you to do something." She poked Steve in the middle of his chest and regretted it instantly. The most friendly innocent touch made her head spin and her body back away from him.
Steve glanced behind him, a taunting smile on his lips. "Not every time." His hand came forward like he was going to push her in the pool. Her hands grabbed his shoulders as she tried to push him back.
"Steve don't." She begged she sounded serious but she was laughing through her words so she doubted Steve was even listening.
A hand grabbed her ankle pulling her backwards. The first thing she did once above water was question why Robin felt it necessary to help him.
Steve was impossibly proud of himself but he did fetch her a towel and let her push him in later, even if he could've easily turned it around so she was the one getting thrown in again.
He was kind like that. His kindness while endearing made everything much harder for her, before, when they were still in school, Steve wasn't kind. In fact she'd describe him as cruel but the Steve laying across his deck chair was anything but cruel.
She wasn't sure how long she'd been looking at him, watching the water dry from his hair, but it had gotten darker.
Steve turned his head to the side, spotting her he mouthed silently, 'you okay?'. She nodded but Steve continued to stare at her, he wasn't lying about being worried she could see it in his eyes. Those soft brown eyes that seemed to trip her up at every turn.
He could see something was off. It had been for weeks and since Steve knew her like the back of his hand, he knew she was avoiding something. Something had happened that made her pull away. He just begged it wasn't because of something he had done.
"Hey." He joined her on the grass, crossing his legs to mirror her. If he really wanted her to talk he needed to do it now before whatever it was got any worse. The thought of losing her made him feel sick. "What's wrong."
She snapped a blade of grass like a child would and Steve could hear his dad yelling at her for ruining the perfect garden. Steve wouldn't yell, he'd let her dig up the whole back garden if she wanted to.
"Please tell me what's going on with you. I know you think you're bothering everyone but you're not." She looked so sad right now, suddenly Steve realised how much he missed her smile. "I want you to talk to me." 
She hesitated. He could see her thinking, thinking about her words and his.
"You know in school how everyone had a crush on you because you were you." She titled her head at him, letting the last of the sunrise touch her face I'm a way that made his heart calm.
"Yeah. My name was in a lot of notebooks." She laughed with him for a moment. "Not so much anymore though because, well the family video vest doesn't really do it for girls these days." He laughed at himself alone this time.
"Before we were friends, you threw a pen lid at me which was annoying but I was too shy to say anything and you came and picked it up." Steve honestly couldn't remember and he hated that he couldn't because now he would never forget anything when it came to her. "You smiled and mouthed that you were sorry and I was like every other fifteen-year-old."
Steve felt his face burn, he knew he was starting to blush and he was confident she was a little flustered too.
"You had a crush on me?" Her eyes flickered back to the grass. "But you're smart. I mean you were, are more sensible than that." 
"I was still a girl." 
Steve was mentally kicking himself, wanting desperately to be sixteen again and to actually notice the girl he was now so lost in.
"Oh." Her face was overwhelmed with regret. He didn't want her to regret confiding in him, ever. "You know I like being your friend. You're kind and sweet and never make fun of me." That was the first thing he ever noticed about her. "But these past few weeks have been like a cruel punishment. If I did something wrong-"
"No. Steve, no." She interrupted him, shaking her head like the idea that he did something wrong couldn't be less true and his body finally relaxed. "I think my stupid childish crush came back and I wanted it to go away because at least before you weren't like this. It would be far to easy for me to fall in love with you and I think unrequited love would be really painful." 
She said to much to fast. She was normally so quiet, even with him. The word love stuck out and Steve was ready to pinch himself.
"I've never heard you talk so much." 
She shouldn't have told him, it was foolish to even mention it. She desperately wanted to take it back and laugh it off like it was some kind of joke but he'd know she was lying.
"Just pretend I didn't say anything. I'm sure it won't matter by tomorrow." She felt pitiful, possibly pathetic but she didn't want him to feel bad about it. She never wanted Steve to feel bad even for a second, he was too good for that.
"You matter to me." His words made her look at him. "I- fuck." Steve ran his hands over his face like he was frustrated, messing up his hair in the process. "You think this wouldn't matter. I've gone over this with Robin a thousand times, I never get it right and I end up making no sense. I end up looking like an idiot."
She hated when he did that, when he was mean to himself. "Don't say that you know I hate when you call yourself that." 
Steve smiled, warmed by her words. "You do don't you." 
She went to throw some grass at his face, hoping to make everything a little less serious but he grabbed her wrist. Not harsh or even enough to stop her moments, his touch alone did that perfectly fine. "Steve."
He repeated her name back in the same warning tone she did. She was ready to beg for him to forget about everything she said, to let it be forgotten and pled for him not to tease her about it. But she could see that he wasn't going to. His hand softly grazed her leg, following all the way up her thigh. "You must know I like you. Right?"
His eyes were softer, his lips too.
"Fuck." Steve laughed to himself, never letting his hand leave her thigh. "Should've been more obvious."
"Definitely should've." They both laughed together like they were stupid kids, stupid kids that had overwhelming feelings for each other, that maybe even loved each other.
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Listen- I had an idea. I was thinking about a Lucien Vanserra and the reader feeking the bond snap? But Lucien feeling like he's not worthy of her but she tells him how pretty his eyes are? Even with the scar? I was thinking of adding the prompt 32 angst and 12 fluff maybe.
Scars and All
Lucien x Archeron!reader, Helion x reader (father, daughter dynamic)
Warnings: angst, swearing, fluff
Prompts: Fluff- “I wish you could see the way I see you,” Angst- “You… why did it have to be you?”
Summary: The youngest Archeron sister has always been ignored and rejected by everyone. When she finally finds her mate in the Day Court who thought her heart could’ve broken more at the rejection of someone who was made to love her?
a/n i legit could not find any good headers for this so i downloaded 6 billion of them from pinterest, my sister had made this dress for herself and i had direct access to it thats why the description is so long 😭 im trying a new thing with describing facial features and stuff like that more lmk if u like it or not. ✨ not edited ✨
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There was a ball in Day Court, almost all high fae were invited, and as the sister in law to the High Lord of Night Court it was compulsory for all of us to be there.
The dress I'm wearing is a masterpiece of intricacy and elegance, designed to captivate and command attention. Crafted from the finest materials, it combines delicate silk and ethereal lace, creating a harmonious blend of softness and sensuality. The color chosen is a rich midnight blue, reminiscent of the starry night sky that blankets the Night Court.
The bodice of the dress is a work of art, adorned with intricate silver and sapphire beadwork that accentuates the curves of the wearer. It plunges low, revealing a hint of the wearer's décolletage, while thin, delicate straps grace the shoulders, adding a touch of allure. The back of the dress dips in a graceful V, teasing a glimpse of smooth, exposed skin.
From the waist, the dress cascades into a flowing skirt, made of layers of diaphanous silk that sways with every step. The fabric is sheer and airy, allowing a tantalizing view of the wearer's legs as she moves, creating an alluring dance between modesty and seduction. The hemline is asymmetrical, with delicate lace trim that adds a touch of whimsy and femininity.
As I move, the dress catches the light, shimmering and sparkling like a constellation in the moonlit sky. It exudes an air of confidence and sophistication, empowering the woman who wears it to embrace her inner strength and beauty.
The dress wasn't my first choice though. My first choice was an indigo dress with a sweetheart neckline, that showed just enough of my cleavage to not be named as slutty. It had a slit that showed my whole right leg, but Elain had liked that dress after she saw it in my wardrobe, so I gave it to her.
She always got what she wanted.
I wasn't a type of feminine beauty like my sisters. They all had graceful features and beautiful dainty blonde hair. Nesta and I were the most similar with our sharp features.
But that's where the similarities ended.
My hair was a lustrous cascade of ebony strands, shimmered like a moonless night sky, reflecting an ethereal sheen with every subtle movement. Its glossy surface captured the light, revealing depths of darkness that held an irresistible allure.
Once I had slipped my heels on, I headed down the stairs where everyone else was waiting for me. My lips curved into a sly smile when everyone's attention was on me, glancing over the room, my eyes stopped at Elain. Her dress (my dress) was falling at all the wrong places.
She wasn't as curvy as me, Nesta and Feyre. I don't get why she would want the dress, it's obviously not fitting her properly. Ignoring Elain's incessant huffing, I head to Nesta and Cassian.
“You look absolutely breathtaking tonight, sister,” I compliment, giggling.
“I love this dress on you,” she gushes.
Nesta was my best friend, my confidant, the sister who cared for me.
“But I would’ve loved to have seen the other dress on you,” she continues. “You shouldn’t have given it to Elain,”.
“Oh it’s fine, look at the absolute beauty I have found instead,” I reassure.
“Elain are you sure you don’t want to change your dress,” Feyre asks.
Nesta and I snicker behind our hands, Elain turns around towards us and I watch in glee as her faces turns into a scowl.
“I’m fine can we leave already” she snaps.
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today.
Cassian winnows Nesta, Rhysand and Feyre, Azriel and Elain, while Mor winnows me.
Landing outside the day court palace, I mentally take in the beauty of the place. The sandy blocks making the palace and the beautiful candles hung at every corner. There truly is no darkness.
I look down at my dress, skepticism glazes over my face. I shouldn’t have worn such an eye catching dress.
How was I meant to know that there would be lights everywhere?
Cauldron fucking boil me.
After some mindless chatter with Feyre about how excited she is to show me her paintings. We’re escorted inside to see the High Lord of the Day Court lounging on his throne, looking like the childish playboy he is. Even though he was centuries old.
His beauty was otherworldly, the way his onyx locks cascaded down his back like they were paid to do so. Piercing amber orbs stared down at everyone. Clad in only a white fabric that was draped over him, he had an easy going presence to him. The sharp points of his golden crown glinting under the bright lights.
But the vision next to him put the Night Court stars to a shame. He was the sun personified. Tan skin, lighter than his father’s but darker than mine. Auburn red hair, similar to his father’s in length, rested along his back. A scar ran from just above his eyebrow to his jaw. His eyes met mine, maroon and golden. His features picked apart weren’t attractive but somehow together on him, he looked like a god.
My breath caught in my throat as my eyes blurred in and out of focus. Once they went back to normal I saw a single golden thread tugging. My eyes followed the thread back to Lucien.
I ran outside. Mother’s tits, I found my mate.
I gave an experimental tug on the bond revelling in the feeling of being complete. Tugging on it again, I let him know I wanted to see him.
Sitting there on the roof, I waited for five minutes, then ten, soon twenty and as quickly as my hope had been born it had faded away. But still remnants of it remained, maybe he couldn’t get away so soon, after all he was the heir to the Day Court.
Holy shit, he was the heir to the Day Court, what if he wanted nothing to do with me?
My thoughts spiralled one after the other.
A throat cleared behind me. Turning around to look at Lucien, I beckon him over.
“I’m Y/N, I already know who you are so introductions won’t be necessary” My attempt at a joke fails.
Finally taking a closer look at his face, I take in the pained expression. “Are you all right?” concern laces my voice, I stand up and whisper, “Have you had enough to eat you look like you’re about to pass out,”.
I’m about to leave and grab him some food, when he speaks, “You… why did it have to be you?”.
I freeze in place, I don’t dare to turn around. My mind flashes with memories of Feyre not wanting to teach me archery because she was busy, or how the boys at Rita’s never even looked at me, or how Elain took it upon herself to make me hate everything about me, or how everyone had their other half and I had just found mine. But not even a full hour of knowing me he hated me.
And somehow after all those years of rejection, self hatred and jealousy my heart broke one last time.
I assume he could feel it through the bond, as I wasn’t all that used to blocking people out of my mind yet.
I run down the stairs to get off the roof, to get as far away from him as possible.
Finally, finding an unoccupied balcony on the opposite side of the palace, I settled there, sobbing my broken heart out. The kohl from my eyes streaming down my face. My fingers red from rubbing my stinging eyes.
I looked around at the material of the dress pillowing around me. Such a waste of such a breathtaking dress.
Soft crying filled the room, my ears were ringing as I hadn’t heard the High Lord of Day Court enter.
“My dear, may I ask what’s wrong?” He asked, worry evident in his voice.
Gasping I stood up and did a sorry excuse of a curtesy, “High Lord” I bowed my head.
“Helion is fine,”
He sat down right next to the place where I was sitting. His muscled arm gently tapped the spot beside him as an invitation.
I sit down, smoothing my skirts out.
As if he can sense the awkwardness he clears his throat and says “We can stay quiet or we can talk about my son or your mate?”.
My eyes widen in shock. “How do you know me?” I mutter out.
“Sunshine I’m the High Lord of Day Court and unbeknownst to you, Rhysand talks a lot about you during meetings so most of the high lords consider you a little sister, but for me you’re like the daughter I never had,” he confesses.
A man I had not met before today, considered me his daughter, and six other high lords think of me as a little sister. My eyes well up in tears, my father had been one of the only people other than Nesta to ever truely care about me. And I had cried for months when he died.
To have someone think of me as their daughter again brought out a fresh wave of tears.
As if reflex, my head rests against Helion’s shoulder, we gaze into the night sky, in a comfortable silence. A strong hand reaches out and softly taps my head in a soothing rhythm.
“It’s ok sunshine.” he whispers.
After a while my tears stain my cheeks, Helion speaks up “I think you should give your mate another chance, I think you’ve mistaken his intentions,”.
Taking in his advice, I wordlessly stand up and hug the high lord. “Thank you” I breathe out.
Pulling away, I walk through corridors in search of Lucien.
A hand grabs mine and pulls me into a dark corner, while another hand muffles my screams.
I’m about to put the training Cassian gave me into use when I see a familiar pair of mismatched eyes.
“You can’t scream, I just wanted to talk to you,” he pleaded. Once his hand reluctantly leaves my mouth, I nod as a signal for him to keep going.
“When I said what I said before, I didn’t mean it as if you weren’t good enough for me,” he started. “I meant it as I didn’t think I was good enough for you.” My eyes soften at his words. “I mean yes I am devastatingly handsome,” I roll my eyes at his smug words, unable to hide my own smile when his lips twitch upwards.
“But I don’t think I could ever be good enough for you, a thousand lifetimes over,” he whispers, impossibly close to me but at the same time painfully far away.
“I wish you could see yourself the way I see you, Lucien,” I mumble cupping his cheek. “Please have me,” he murmurs.
I grab his face gently and fuse our lips together.
“I’m yours, if you’re mine,”
a/n i’m sorry girl dad!helion is just too good to resist and like imagine being like a little sister to all the high lords (instead of heron it’d be eris), hope you like it anon 🫶🏻
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Happily Ever After
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader
Summary: Y/N is feeling conflicted on her wedding day. Despite the expectations of her family, Y/N realizes that her heart belongs to another. Encountering Bucky before the ceremony, Y/N confronts her doubts and ultimately decides to follow her heart, fleeing the wedding and running into Bucky's waiting car.
Word Count: 1,7+
A/N: Bucky is a knight in shining armour. Please comment and let me know what you think!
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A wedding day was supposed to be a happy day filled with love and joy. A day to remember for the rest of your life as one of the most important events. Everyone was supposed to be smiling and shedding happy tears throughout the day, making memories that would last them a lifetime. 
But why did it feel so wrong?
Y/N was pacing around in her room, biting her nails, no doubt the manicure she had gotten yesterday was already a bit chipped and messed up. She didn’t care, though. Her body was trembling, she couldn’t breathe properly and she didn’t have anyone around that could calm her nerves.
Her parents had been joyous at the engagement and at the time it had felt right. At least she kept telling herself that. Reminding herself of everyone else’s happiness. But she had never truly been happy in the relationship.
Perhaps the real truth had always been there. The relationship was something that happened over the course of many years, mostly due to her mother’s and future mother-in-law’s meddling. 
The older women had been neighbours for years and when they found out their children were similar in age the matchmaking had begun. Y/N had to admit that Robert was handsome and a true gentleman, but he hadn’t ignited something deeper in her soul. Not like someone else had in the past. Someone that her parents had deemed wrong for her many years prior.
A soft knock was heard on the door and she turned around coming face to face with the culprit who had stolen her heart and who her soul belonged to.
“Bucky? What are you doing here? I thought you said you weren’t going to come,” she smiled softly at Bucky and took in his attire. He was wearing his usual black leather jacket, but underneath it lay a black button-up shirt instead of his usual colored henley. 
Bucky Barnes was the most handsome man she had ever seen, and the way he looked at her right now made her question all of the life choices that had led her to this moment.
He came closer to her, shaking his head as he took her in.
“Wow, doll,” he said in a whisper, his voice cracking and she swore she could see tears in his eyes.
“You look breathtaking,” he placed both of his hands on her cheek, making her look up at him.
She was right, his eyes were glossy, and seeing him so emotional made her own eyes start to tear up.
He whispered her name softly, as the first tear fell from her eyes. 
“Don’t cry, it’s supposed to be a happy day.”
She closed her eyes and shook her head. Grasping onto his hands that still held her face.
“But why does it feel so wrong?”
He sighed as he placed his forehead on hers. They stood there for a while, completely in silence and taking in each other’s company.
“I’m going to wait for you in my car if you end up choosing to go against your family.” 
Y/N opened her eyes at that, smiling at Bucky. They had had this same conversation two days ago.
“Bucky, you know I can’t do that.”
He abruptly pulled away then, shaking his head at her comment. There was a storm behind his eyes and Y/N knew he wasn’t pleased in the slightest about the predicament she was in. His fingers were shaking as he paced around the room, obviously angry.
“Why? Why do you have to put everyone else’s happiness above your own? What about your happily ever after” He asked as he pulled at his hair, avoiding the smaller ones' gaze.
Y/N looked away from him, tears flowing easily now. He had a point, she knew it, but she couldn’t risk losing her family. Bucky was giving her a choice she could never accept.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered and Bucky looked at her then. He sighed and moved closer to her once more.
“I meant what I said. I’m going to be waiting for you. I’ll wait until I see the doors open and you both walk out hand-in-hand. Only then, I’ll leave. But if at any moment, any at all, you finally decide to choose your own happiness before the ceremony is over, I’ll be ready.” He closed the distance between them and laid a tender kiss on her forehead, before leaving her alone in the room once more.
15 minutes later, Y/N was walking down the aisle, after having successfully fixed her makeup and removed any obvious signs of her breakdown.
She had noticed her parents first. Their proud smiles and her mother’s nod irked something in her, but she tried her best to ignore it and kept walking further. She noticed Robert next. He looked good in his grey suit with a satisfied smile on his face, and suddenly she realised that he was not the one she wanted to be waiting for her at the altar.
No, he didn’t have the ocean eyes that left her breathless whenever he looked at her for more than a second. He never looked at her as if she had hung the stars and the moon up in the darkened sky and lit up the whole world. 
No. Robert just looked.. Pleased.
She had had an inkling that Robert had only agreed to propose because her own family had a better income. Bucky had once mentioned it to her, a fact that left her uneasy. She had brushed it off, but seeing the way he looked at her now, as if she were a walking cash check, made her stomach churn.
She stopped dead in her tracks. Robert frowned, the guests gasped and her mother looked at her with a stern face, slowly shaking her head.
“Y/N, don’t do it.” Her mother voiced and she just grinned at everyone. 
Y/N turned around and with a laugh and a newfound energy she had never felt before, ran back down the aisle towards the brown wooden doors. She could hear her mother screaming at her, but she didn’t care anymore. How had she almost gone through with the wedding when it was never something she truly wanted?
Y/N opened the door and quickly ran down the stairs, noticing the black SUV that Bucky drove. He was there like he’d promised.
The window rolled down and Bucky’s handsome face appeared.
“Do you need a ride?” He asked with a smirk, before leaning over the middle console and opening the door for her.
She sat in quickly, before looking behind her shoulder and seeing Robert and their mothers already running out of the church door. 
“Go, go, go,” she yelled at him and he drove off before she could even buckle herself in. The car left the sidewalk just a second before Robert could reach her.
They sat in silence for a few seconds before both of them burst out laughing. She leaned back in her seat, feeling the rush of adrenaline still coursing through her veins.
“God, that was the most exhilarating thing I’ve ever done,” she shook her head in disbelief looking over at Bucky, who was already looking at her.
“Where to next, princess?” 
The whole world was upon her now, but there was only one place she could feel the happiest.
“Take me home, Buck,” she whispered and he gave her a funny look, not understanding why she’d want to go home out of all the possibilities.
“Your place,” she corrected herself and Bucky was speechless for a second before a wide grin set on his face.
“To home it is,” he said with a proud voice.
They had driven for 30 minutes until they finally arrived at Bucky’s cabin. It was a lovely place, perfect in size and a bit further from the city, that gave them the perfect amount of privacy.
“I’ve always loved your house,” Y/N whispered as she stepped out of the car and started walking towards the house. She yelped suddenly when she felt her legs lift off the ground and found herself in Bucky’s arms.
Bridal-style.
He was smirking at her mischievously and Y/N raised an eyebrow at him.
“It’s customary to carry the bride over the threshold after the wedding,” he said and she rolled her eyes ignoring the bubbling feeling inside, loving the feel of his arms around her.
“What wedding? I don’t remember attending a ceremony,” she chuckled and he tightened his grip on her.
“Well, you’re still wearing a wedding dress.”
Once inside, he lowered her to stand, but still left his hands lingering on her waist, holding her close.
“Y/N,” he whispered her name and it sounded like honey to her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed, not remembering the last time she felt this happy. There was only one thing that could make this day better.
“Can I finally kiss you?” She opened her eyes at his question, smiling at the man in front of her. 
Her one true love.
“I was just about to ask you the same,” she admitted and the smile that appeared on his face could’ve lightened up the whole room.
Without another word, Bucky closed the distance between them, his hand reaching out to gently pull her in. His touch sent shivers down Y/N’s spine as she leaned more into his embrace, her eyes fluttering closed.
And then, their lips finally met in a tender kiss, igniting a firestorm of emotions neither of them could contain. It was a kiss filled with passion, longing, and a depth of feeling that transcended words.
Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies pressed together as if trying to merge into one. Y/N ran her fingers through Bucky’s soft hair, letting him pull herself closer as he deepened the kiss, savouring every moment of their connection. 
“I love you, Y/N. Always have and always will.” He said against her lips with so much emotion that Y/N felt tears in her eyes again.
“You’re my happily ever after, Bucky. I love you.”
And as they stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, they knew that this kiss was just the beginning of their wonderful fairytale together.
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Just A Sucker
Leah Williamson x Reader
Word Count: 1.4k
A/N: 100% started off as a crackfic but then it turned into something fluffy. Loosely based on F**kboy by Fletcher.
[WOSO Masterlist]
The slap really jolts you into the present. 
Rubbing at your cheek, you don’t even have a chance to protest before there’s a finger digging at your sternum. 
“You ruined my life.” The words are gritted out from a blonde you’re all too familiar with. 
Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “Kris, you’re literally in love with Sam.”
Kristie rolls her eyes, brushing away your comment. “That’s beyond the point.”
“You’re the one who ended things!” you huff, not really sure why the blonde is so annoyed. It had been all fun and games between the two of you, but next thing you knew, she was sucking face with the Australian all over instagram. Granted the two of you never put a label on things, but you still felt the sting of rejection. 
Before she has the chance to say anything, there’s a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. 
You come face to face with Sonnett.
The groan is automatic. “Oh come on. Not you too.”
Sonnett merely glares at you. “What, you thought Lindsey wouldn’t tell me?”
Your mouth drops. You pretty clearly remember the muttered ‘Sonny can not know about this’ the blonde gritted out minutes before she left your apartment all those years ago. “We were drunk! And mind you, you had just left Portland.”
“And you didn’t even wait two seconds before fucking my best friend!”
“Oh shut it. It’s not like our bed was even cold before she jumped into yours.”
You have to brace yourself at the familiar voice. You plaster on your best fake smile before turning around. “Abby. Hey.”
“Don’t you ‘Abby, hey,’ me,” the defender berates, fixing you with an unamused look. 
“Jesus, what is this? I feel like all of my exes are here,” you complain, nervously pulling at your collar. Maybe Kelley was right when she warned you not to mix pleasure with business. You really should have listened to your sister more.
“Exes is such a loose term, don’t you think?” Abby rolls her eyes. You have to fight your urge to snort. She’s not exactly wrong. You don’t think you could really count any of these… prolonged sexual encounters you’ve had with any of them as a proper relationship. At least not the wine-and-dine type of relationship Kelley’s always been raging about. 
Someone clearing their throat has your eyes shooting to the side. You’re instantly shaking your head. “Nope,” you put your hands up. “We have never slept together. That much I know.”
Rose glares at you. “Shut it. I know what goes on in that mind of yours.”
Sonny cuts in again, yanking you back towards her. “Is there anyone you haven’t fucked?”
“Rose! I’ve literally never had sex with her!”
Your words fall upon deaf ears. 
“You’re the worst person ever.”
“You suck.”
“You’re horrible.”
“You messed me up bad.”
“You literally only ever called me when it was late. Or you were drunk. Or both.”
Bombarded with all of the noise, there isn’t really anything else you can say except for a short, bewildered, “Damn.”
You scratch at the back of your head when everyone’s glares increase tenfold.
“Really? That’s all you have to say for yourself?” 
“I… what more do you want me to say?”
Last you checked, you were on good terms with everyone. You had apologized to everyone you hurt, and it took a little bit of time, but they all eventually forgave you for all of the dumb choices you made in your early twenties. 
Looks like you were wrong. 
“Look. We can talk this out.”
It’s the look you receive that tells you ‘talking your way out of this’ will definitely not fly.
You gulp.
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You’re sweating when you wake up. 
It takes you a second to remember where you are. The ceiling you’ve spent the last three years familiarizing yourself with stares right back at you. There’s a warm body right next to you, and you don’t even have to turn to know who it is. 
You do it anyways.
Leah’s already looking your way when you roll over. 
“Hi.” You try to ignore the way your voice sounds hoarse.
She accepts your kiss with a sigh. When her eyes flutter open again seconds later, you don’t miss the little twinkle that wasn’t there before. “You were saying a lot of names in your sleep. I totally wasn’t jealous or anything.”
“Right. Not jealous,” you echo, chuckling at the way Leah wrinkles up her nose at your tease. “Had a nightmare.”
Leah pauses. “About your national teammates?”
“Uh… my exes, actually.”
You can see her practically counting all of the names you had muttered in your sleep. Shuddering, you really hope you hadn’t said everyone’s names. The amount of teasing that’s sure to come your way…
“You were a little fuckboy, weren’t you?” 
If the two of you had this conversation a couple years ago, those words would have been spit out in a fit of anger. The conversation wouldn’t be very productive, with you vehemently defending yourself and Leah asking for more commitment. Now though? Well now you’re blushing in embarrassment and Leah’s trying her hardest not to laugh right into your face.
You grimace. “That’s a bit crude, don’t you think?”
Leah raises an eyebrow. “Am I wrong?”
Your first few years after bursting onto the soccer scene was marred with countless reckless decisions, that much you will admit. Struggling to break out of your sister’s shadows, you did more than a couple things you weren’t proud of. One of them being sleeping with more than half of your friends and teammates.
It really wasn’t until you accepted the contract overseas that you decided to fix up your image. You were great at soccer, you really were, but it was hard for people to take you seriously when all you were known for was jumping from bed to bed.
“I’m a kept woman,” you murmur, tightening your hand against the edge of Leah’s shirt. “You really wrangled me down.”
“I really did, didn’t I?” she hums, rolling over so you could fit into her arms much more easily. It’s hard to miss the self-satisfied smile on her face.
You were smitten from the start. You knew within the first five minutes of meeting Leah that she was someone you wanted.
Despite your best efforts to charm her, your reputation still hung around like a lost dog. Leah mistook your flirting for something less than it actually was, quick to play it off as a joke. When you eventually found yourselves in bed together, you woke the next morning determined to ask Leah out on a date.
Only for the blonde to stop you before you could even get started.
“Thanks for helping me scratch an itch.”
Hiding the sting of rejection with a smirk, you tried to laugh it off.
Leah was the one who suggested it first. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. 
You halfheartedly agreed, resolved to take whatever you could get. And she gave you a lot. 
At least she did until she started running. 
Phone calls started getting ignored. Texts left on read. Every time you approached Leah she would brush you off. 
Not used to chasing someone, you were understandably taken off guard. 
Kelley was unsurprisingly not helpful when you explained your problem to her. 
“No, Kel. You can not break her kneecaps.” 
You were quick to match her unamused look with one of your own.
It took Leah nearly breaking your ribs in an international friendly for the two of you to finally get your shit together. 
“I thought you didn’t do relationships.” She explained softly, eyes nervously dropping to the ground.
“I don’t,” you quietly admitted. “But I want to. With you.”
Three years later, you haven’t so much as looked at another woman the same way you’re often caught staring at Leah. The matching rings are a fairly new thing, but it’s hard for you to find a reason to try and remember a life before you even got them. And why would you? With Leah by your side, it’s easy to let go of your past.
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