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amywritesthings · 2 months

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chocolate-covered silver. / a levi ackerman valentine's ficlet.

pairing: levi ackerman x f!reader (attack on titan / shingeki no kyojin) word count: 1.8k summary: Happy Valentine's Day readers. Why not celebrate with some Levi Ackerman smut? note: set in the universe of silver underground

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! pre-aot, levi's pov, explicit language, secret relationship, gifts, eating desserts, sexual tension, oral (f!receiving), touch-starved idiots credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

He could kill Hange for this.

A nice gesture, they said — as if he doesn’t already wait on James hand and foot whenever the other Scouts aren’t looking.

She’ll love it, they promised — but not without adding a probably after the sourpuss scowl started forming on his face.

He’s been her close friend for over a decade.

He’s been in her bed for a fraction of that.

So why does walking to her quarters with a tiny bouquet of hand-picked flowers and imported chocolate from Wall Sina feel like such a death march?

“I’m only trying to help you out,” Hange quipped last week, interrupting his perfectly-happy afternoon tea. “Is it not a day people celebrate in the Underground City?”

“We don’t celebrate stupid shit in the Underground,” Levi corrects, fingertips locked around the mouth of his cup. “And besides, it’s a married couple’s holiday.”

“Not always,” Hange argues, finger lifting in a contrarian manner. “People who date celebrate.”

“That’s not us.”

He’s not technically wrong.

You’re not dating, but he doesn’t know what the hell this is.

Hange’s smile only widens at that. “Friends celebrate, too.”

“Then where’s my flowers, shithead?” Levi retorts.

That earns a bark of a laugh from the Section Commander. “If you want me to go pick you some flowers to put in your stallion’s hair, Levi, make no mistake — I will run out there right now.”

“That’s a present for my horse, not for me.”

Hange waggles their brows, leaning over the table and ruining his peace. “Gives you ample opportunity to pick some flowers for our hardworking Lieutenant, too.”

He told them to go away.

Now, six days later, he’s here.

He’s showing up like a dumbass at her doorstep trying not to run the other way before you know.

Are you going to think he’s an idiot for partaking in holidays that mean nothing to them?

The only gift he’d ever given you was that damned necklace you never take off. It was the only thing he could afford back then, down there, while they fought for their lives.

Although they may be still in the fight for their lives here, too, he can afford much, much more for you now.

He will buy you a thousand silver necklaces if you want them.

Clearing his throat, the Captain takes a moment to collect his resolve before tapping a knuckle against the wooden door frame.

You shuffle behind it. You must have been going over presentation plans Erwin sent over.

He debates on putting the flowers behind his back or—

“Levi?”

Shit.

Too late.

He stares at you when you open the door, blinking twice. You mirror the movements, blinking between the box and the bunch of flowers in either hand.

Mistake.

Mistake, mistake, mistake—

“Are those…?” you start, trying to hide your amusement.

Levi scowls and holds out the bouquet. “Yeah, it’s stupid.”

“I was gonna say ‘handpicked’,” you reply with a snort, taking the flowers gently from his hand. Levi can feel his heart beating a mile a minute as he waits with a forced stoicism. “What’s the occasion?”

He stops breathing altogether when you lean down to smell the aroma of the bouquet. The way your face melts from stress to enjoy the moment, the scent, has him weak in the knees.

For someone that’s been labeled humanity’s strongest, you sure have a way of making his knees buckle from nothing.

“It’s… Valentine’s Day up here,” he carefully states, hating every syllable of it.

“Valentine’s Day?” you repeat, holding the flowers close to your chest. You step back, allowing him access to your quarters. Levi doesn’t hesitate to enter.

“Some holiday where people celebrate—”

“—lovers?” you finish for him, and the captain feels like he’s trudged in quicksand. “I know. Hange mentioned it to me the other week.”

Fucking Hange.

“Funny that they did,” Levi grumbles, before turning on a heel. You close your door as he extends his arm with his second gift. “You’re supposed to spend the day with someone special to you. Someone — well, it can be a friend —”

“Oh, we’re friends?” you tease him as you take the box of chocolates.

You’re going to kill him.

“James.”

“What? It’s nice to reaffirm — oh, shit.”

He stops in his tracks, painfully aware that you’ve gasped. His eyes slide to the now-opened box full of exquisite chocolate, throat now tight with uncertainty.

Maybe you hate it.

He really shouldn’t have listened to Hange.

“This is real chocolate,” you whisper, and that uncertainty melts into something so very warm.

“As opposed to fake chocolate?” he asks to keep his wits about him. To see you scowl.

“You know what I mean, Ackerman,” you snip, and he fights every muscle in his face to keep a smile at bay. “Where the hell did you get this stuff?”

“Don’t worry about it. Here.”

He steps confidently across the bedroom floor boards to pluck a piece of chocolate out of the box, holding it up towards your lips.

“Open.”

He knows that shift in your gaze when your eyes meet.

Yeah, Valentine’s Day is known for stuff like that, too.

(He can show you.)

Obediently you part your lips, widening your mouth so he can fit the chocolate right between your teeth. It catches, and you use your tongue to pull it into your mouth.

The pleasure is instantaneous. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, the real-time image burning the back of his mind, and he can’t hold back anymore.

“Is it good?” he asks, placing his hands on your hips.

“Better than good.” You hold out a piece for him. “Open.”

He hesitates when the little ball comes to his lips, but eventually he opens his mouth. You’re not wrong — it’s delicious. They don’t make anything like this underground.

It’s a luxury, though he had intended only for you to enjoy them.

Of course you’d include him.

“See what I’m talking about?” you ask with an excitement that’s damn adorable.

“It’s fine,” Levi answers, knowing the indignance that’s bound to flutter over your face. He huffs a breathless laugh before swallowing the chocolate down. “Come here.”

Lifting one hand to your chin, he pulls you in with nonexistent resistance. Your lips brush against his, at first slow then sensual.

He wants to tell you.

(Your lips taste like chocolate, but you taste better.)

But he’d rather show you.

He glides forward, using the hand on your hip to steer.

You easily comply with his steps forward, guiding you back to your bed. His plan must be in the back of your mind as he kisses you like it’s his last, but he can feel it — the way your lips curve in that knowing smile.

“What are you doing?” you murmur, voice velvety with want. It drives him insane.

“Celebrating you,” Levi mumbles in return, pushing your body backwards.

You easily fall to the bed and he drops with you, knee to the mattress. Levi crawls down, down, to the edge of the mattress with his hands preoccupied with the zipper of your casual trousers.

You don’t ask what he’s doing — all you do is giggle when he impatiently tugs the fabric down.

“As a lover or a friend?” you tease once your legs are freed.

Levi doesn’t answer.

Not verbally, anyway.

He wraps an arm around your hips, keeping you in place as he swats your legs wider. Your breath hitches from surprise — good, you’re too mouthy right now and he intends to remind you.

Friend, lover, it doesn’t matter.

It’s all synonymous to him.

You’re everything.

His past, his present —

And if he can bury his face into your pussy for the rest of his days, then it’s one hell of a future he can get behind.

The squeak of surprise rips from your lungs faster than you can stop the noise, and Levi is wholly satisfied by the sound. His tongue drags along your slit, coating his mouth with the taste of you mixed with the chocolate still lingering on his taste buds, and he groans.

This.

This is the only thing he needs for this dumb fucking holiday.

“Le—”

You can’t even finish his two-syllable name. You squirm, curse, arch, as he laps once, twice, before paying special attention to your clit.

Yeah, you won’t think straight now.

He knows you.

When his eyes flicker up from his work, he sees the way you struggle to watch him with that flushed face; how your chest heaves in that cotton shirt; how you want to encourage him, beg him, but your mind’s blank whenever his tongue swirls that precious clit of yours.

With his eyes, he says everything he needs to:

This is what I want. This is my gift from you.

Then he sucks lightly on your clit, rhythmic and calculated, and you have to slam your hand over your mouth to avoid screaming.

Good.

Fight to keep this a secret.

Because if it was his choice, he often thinks about ruining this — the image of a captain and a lieutenant, platonic and brave, like you’re not riding him in the middle of the night after a hard day of exploration and failures.

Like he’s not finger fucking you in the hallways as a reward after dealing with the higher ups in meetings upon meetings upon meetings.

Like you’re still two teenagers sneaking around, an underground flipped upside-down.

He hums and the vibrations make your legs shake. He has to keep from grinning, too focused on getting you to the edge by his mouth and his mouth alone.

You grow quiet when you’re almost there.

It’s been dead silent for several seconds.

He works overtime, arms locked around your hips to keep you in his orbit, as he licks and sucks and flicks his tongue side to side when—

That devastating sob.

The way your body arches like a woman possessed.

Thighs slam into his ears, making him feel dizzy, but he doesn’t stop.

Not until you whimper and tug and push at his hair to go away, and even then—

One last lick, for doing such a good job.

“You’re a menace,” you finally breathe, letting go of your mouth as your palm rests on your sweat-beaded forehead instead.

Levi lazily kisses down your inner thighs as you come back to planet Earth, proud of just how fast it took this time to get you there. He’s getting better at this, every single day.

Soon enough you won’t last a minute.

He’s determined for it.

“Yeah?”

“Absolutely.”

“I’m not sorry about it,” he murmurs, lips shiny and red from his efforts.

You laugh, and his heart swells.

“I think I like this holiday.”

Yeah.

Levi thinks he can get behind this holiday, too.

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ponderingmoonlight · 6 months

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Gojo teasing the heck out of you after realizing you get flustered by his eyes

Pairing: Gojo x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: After working with smooth operator Gojo Satoru for years, he slowly but surely began to realize what your true weakness is: his bright blue orbs. And he wouldn't be Satoru Gojo if he wouldn't use that against you...

Warnings: none really, language maybe. Shout out to the anon who requested this! I know I already posted it yesterday, but my Tumblr completely broke down at some point and I had to write support multiple times so this got lost in translation somehow...Hope you still enjoy <3

Tag List: @idontknow1123 @creative1writings @dazaisdick @sanicsmut @arehzhera @mynahx3 (if you wanna get added to my permanent tag list leave a comment to let me know)

Urgh, why does this man have to look so shamelessly good? Your eyes dart towards him when his skilled fingers are about to take his blindfold off. You truly hate Satoru Gojo and the way he carries himself with so much self-consciousness. Yes, Satoru Gojo is one of those men who know exactly how good they look and how to use this power over weak people.

Weak people like yourself.

You aren’t even able to realize how blatantly you stare at him before his eyes meet yours, cheeky grin plastered on his face.

“Enjoying the view, (y/n)?”

Oh, how much he loves the blush that immediately turns your cheeks red, whole face screwed up in pure embarrassment. You’re like an open book, so easy to read that he just can’t help himself. Over the last months of working together with you as teachers at Jujutsu High, he slowly but surely began to realize the power he has over you. How your gaze always wanders towards him, eyeing him up and down. How you seem to automatically walk his direction without even noticing. Yes, it is clear to everyone else that you are attracted to him.

And you are miserable at hiding it.

“Don’t be ridiculous”, you huff, shielding your eyes from his intense orbs.

Fuck, he caught you staring again. You swore to yourself to stop this madness. Yes, you are a grown woman, a truly skilled teacher at Jujutsu High. Seeing a good-looking man shouldn’t leave you all flustered. What about Kento Nanami, Suguru Geto? Why are you able to act professional around all these ridiculous gorgeous men?

Because they don’t have those eyes.

Oh, those striking blue orbs that seem to hold the entire oceans of earth, the eyes that shine like diamonds in sunlight. As soon as you catch a glimpse of him without his blindfold or even better sunglasses you are completely doomed.

And he knows. Satoru Gojo definitely knows. And that’s exactly why he uses every little bit against you whenever possible.

“You’re staring again”, he purrs.

You shake your head vehemently. Stop this madness, you are too old to act like that! With a swift motion you turn on your heels, walking away from him as fast as possible while sweat runs down your forehead. Why the hell did he have to catch you again? How embarrassing, why do you have to act like a horny teenager? Satoru Gojo is nothing more than a beautiful man with way too much charm. What is so special about him?

“You’re walking the wrong way. Your students are waiting over there.”

You stop in your tracks. Please, let the ground break open and swallow you whole.

“Screw you”, you hiss under your breath.

-at training-

“You’re doing quite well today, (y/n). I’m impressed.”

You swing around elegantly, avoiding his attacks under any condition. You narrow your eyes over his dumb comment, gazing at him just long enough to witness how he’s taking his blindfold off.

Oh.

What a gorgeous man. That bright blue orbs that elevate the delicate features of his face so well, how they seem to match the sky above so perfectly. Satoru’s eyes surely have something no men else has. Is it charm, is it the infinite power he holds in those eyes? You can’t put a finger on it.

In fact, you aren’t even able to react when he sweeps you off your feel, back clashing against the hard floor underneath.

Ouch. You groan in annoyance, gazing up at him in distress. This…this was on purpose. That fucking asshole.

“You have some nerve”, you hiss through gritted teeth, face going completely red in the split of a second.

You look so lovely to his feet, whole face screwed up in anger while a wave of embarrassment rolls over you without mercy. Yes, he caught you staring again. Why does it have to be so damn amusing to mess with you? But there’s something else…

Sure, he messes with Utahime and his students all the time just for the fun of it. Something about you is different, though. Yes, it’s not exclusively about laughing his ass off. He likes the way you blush under his gaze, how you react when he looks at you with his bare face. The way you aren’t able to control your emotions at all pulls on his heart strings in a way it shouldn’t.

“Need a hand?” he questions, stretching out his hand in front of you.

“Leave me alone”, you bark at him, smacking his arm away while standing up.

When will this madness finally end? Why can’t you just pull yourself together? You know Satoru Gojo for many years by now, you fought on his side so many times that you lost count. Why? Why on earth are you still not able to contain yourself? Why do you have to get all flustered when this jerk bats his eyelashes at you?

“It’s quite cute to be honest.”

“What?”, you mumble, turning away from his intense stare.

“The way I make your knees go weak just by taking my sunglasses or blindfold off.”

You swirl around, rage running through your veins. Did he really say that out loud? God, please let lighting hit and kill you right on the spot. Why…why did he have to say it like that? Your face feels hot like a thousand fires, it seems like you forgot how to talk.

“What, cat got your tongue (y/n)?”

He sneaks up on you, step by step nearer. Oh god, you feel like fainting. What the hell is happening here? Your heart almost beats out of your chest, eyes completely locked with his intense gaze.

“T-that’s…not true”, you stutter.

Within all the years you knew Satoru Gojo, it was never more than an innocent crush, never more than him teasing the heck out of you. But now he lingers above you, heat of his body so near that it feels like you’re burning alive. No, you never allowed your mind to wander this far, to imagine him this close. But now…

“Are you sure about that? Your body tells me differently. For example, the way your cheeks burn up…”

His fingertips brush against your cheek, gently caressing it.

“Or how your whole body trembles…”

He lets his other hand glide over your shivering arm.

“Oh, and the way your breath got stuck in your throat. What’s wrong, (y/n)? Did you forget how to breathe?”

His face draws closer, only inches away until…

You let out your shaky breath. He suddenly stops, only inches away from the heat of your lips.

“See, I told you I make you weak”, he purrs.

Oh god, lord have mercy. What are you supposed to do now? It seems like your mind went completely numbed, glossy eyes staring at him wide open. He is so close that you can smell him, so close that you can literally feel him. This isn’t about his eyes anymore, it’s about him. Satoru Gojo and the goddamn power he has over you, how you fold just by one glance of him.

“Well, I need to get going now. See ya, (y/n)!”

As fast as this sweet moment approached he is gone in the wind, already on his way back to Jujutsu High. You stay behind, glancing at his back completely bamboozled.

That asshole. He only played with you.

“I fucking hate you Satoru!”, you shout, running after him with your fist flying through the air.

“Nice try”, he comments, catching your hand mid-air.

“But I meant what I said, you really are cute. It’s just that I have a meeting in…oh, 30 minutes ago. Bye (y/n).”

With one last glimpse into his ocean blue eyes he’s gone. That jerk who sweeps you off your feet with his orbs only, the man that makes you feel like a child again.

You sign to yourself. Wow, you really are weak.

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agendabymooner · 5 months

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ice ice baby ! oliver b. x ofc (driver!raikkonen!reader)

summary: kimi and vera raikkonen’s eldest daughter, romania ‘(a)roma’ coppola-raikkonen, debuted in formula one as an aston martin rookie for the mexico grand prix free practice alongside her designated ‘best friend’ ollie bearman, who drove for haas.

AND everyone seemed to be interested in their peculiar friendship… which was funny because they don’t seem to be friends in that way seeing as they referred to themselves by their ship name ‘the ice bears.’

content warning: use of explicit language, fluff, mentions of overprotective!dad!kimi raikkonen, simp!ollie, pet names, flirting on main, established relationship-esque (friends to lovers), brief mentions of coppola!ofc (vera) x kimi raikkonen, f2 drivers clowning each other, we bare bears reference

note: making this because i’m trying to immerse myself in other categories of motorsport that isn’t just f1 🫶 here’s some ollie bearman content

a - n masterlist

o - z masterlist

if you’d like to get on one of my taglists, check this post out!

tagged astonmartinf1, artgp_official, olliebearman

liked by theopourchaire21, arthur_leclerc, frederikvestiofficial

theopourchaire21 what happened to “through thick and thin theo” 🤧 what happened to “i’ll tag you in our photos later théo”

jolauriraikkonen my sister is a liar

kimimatiasraikkonen watch your words, johann

jolauriraikkonen oops my bad

frederikvestiofficial why am i not here 💀 i thought you’re gonna post our dump pics from the paddock but screw me and théo ig 😕

romaraikkonen 🥲 why am i being attacked

jackdoohan wait y’all got photos? 😀

user1 LMFAO NOT JACK BEING LEFT OUT BY THE QUADRUPLETS 😭✋ poor bby

artgp_official green looks good on you 🤩💚 liked by romaraikkonen

astonmartinf1 ice ice baby! 🥶🧊 liked by romaraikkonen

veracopparaikko happy to see you and the boys, aroma 😍 liked by romaraikkonen

theopourchaire21 mrs. raikkonen 🫶

jackdoohan 💪💗

frederikvestiofficial happy to see you too vera! ✨🙏

olliebearman theopourchaire21 jackdoohan frederikvestiofficial 🙂🙂 liked by romaraikkonen

user2 he’s staking his claim fr 😩

kimimatiasraikkonen 🤔🫥

user3 RIP OLLIE 😭

arthur_leclerc favouritism now that i see it 🙂

olliebearman as you should

user4 girlypop is one step away from barking at everyone and keeping roma from the boys 😭😭😭

olliebearman user4 🐕

user4 on it boss 🫡

tagged olliebearman

liked by felipedrugovich, victormartinsfr, arthur_leclerc

user1 ICE BEARS CONTENT 🥶😍

ferraridriveracademy the icegirl and our favourite simp 💗🫡

arthur_leclerc the most nauseating duo in the academy 🤩

theopourchaire21 real 💪

romaraikkonen cry about it 😩🙏

veracopparaikko soooo cute 🥰 liked by romaraikkonen

kimimatiasraikkonenn no he’s not 😑 liked by romaraikkonen

romaraikkonen DAD PLZ— 💀

user2 at least we know which raikkonen favours ollie and which one would rather leave him out in the cold

user3 live laugh love overprotective kimi

olliebearman grind on deez n— liked and pinned by romaraikkonen

romaraikkonen pinning this so everyone in the grid can shame you 😋

arthur_leclerc ollie… 😰

frederikvestiofficial jail behaviour

victormartinsfr put him in the doghouse

kimimatiasraikkonen 😐

theopourchaire21 TELL HIM KIMI!!!

olliebearman that’s my biggest regret ever.

romaraikkonen as it should

user4 y’all worried about putting ollie in the doghouse when they’re out here actually posting couple shit??? uhm????

user5 was this allowed???

romaraikkonen yeah

arthur_leclerc kimi caught her and ollie kissing once that’s why they’re open about it now haha 😂

romaraikkonen ARTHUR!!

olliebearman the lad isn’t wrong 😑

♡ moony’s reminder 🅶 (general): @hiraethrhapsody @avaleineandafryingpan

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2knightt · 1 month

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CANT HOLD IT IN ANY LONGER!!! i’m utterly obsessed with the curtis brothers.

idk if u do this, but if u can, the curtis brothers with a reader who’s super down bad for them? they make it so clear, too. constantly doing everything for them, making food, buying snacks, just utterly everything. compliments, holding their hand religiously … yk.

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ you know i’m a fool for you. ⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! you think the curtis brothers are the only men on the planet.

tags/warnings: swearing(on my end/once during dialogue.) reader being slightly overprotective or insane, mentions of reader getting hit on, mentions of reader leaving lip stick stains, me not knowing what to write for darry.

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m using ny other accounts layout bc i can’t be bothered rn. also i’m here to feed y’all i’ve noticed the outsiders x reader tag is lowkey dry asl.

Ponyboy Curtis:

WOAH HE CAN’T HANDLE ALLAT😭

like actually. he is TWEAKING AT ALL TIMES! when you first like started complimenting him, showering him in kisses, giggling n’ shit—he thought it was a one time thing.

ponyboy just thought he’d have to thug that shit out once a week or something. he was, in-fact, pleasantly surprised when you continued to do it.

“you’re so-mwah-cute! i wish-mwah-i could-mwah-hold you forever!”

“y/n…😣”

he’s so flustered omfg like actually he’s beet red LMFAOOO. if you were to put your fingers to his forehead it’d be so hot. like ponyboy’s avoiding eye contact, his lips are tightened, etc.

if he were to stay the night at your place—you make him all types of food. like, food he’d never heard of. or food he’d dream about after eating bologna for a week,

“for me? …really?”

“mhm! c’mon, don’t let it get cold now.”

ponyboy is DIGGING RIGHT THE FUCK IN. okay he is SCARFING THAT DOWN. after he’d be a little embarrassed of how quickly he ate but like you just took it as a good thing.

thinks you’re the best cook ever tbh. gordan ramsey has nothing on you type levels.

going on a walk with him to go grocery shopping for the curtis house with your hands intertwined and letting ponyboy ramble about this annoying substitute he had!!! IT’S REAL!!! ALL OF IT!!!

“n’ then he tried to tell me my answer was wrong when i studied last night—I EVEN ASKED MY FRIENDS. so, i know it was right. i just think mr. johnson had a personal vendetta against me.”

“smh…i could do slash his tires if you’d like♡!”

“what”

“nothing.”

AWHHH PONYBOY FOLLOWING YOU AROUND THE STORE LIKE A LOST PUPPY BECAUSE HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO BUY LMFAO

he’d like holding your sleeve or the hem of your shirt as you walk around, looking more awkward above all else.

uwahh showering ponyboy in compliments late at night when it’s just the two of you, twirling his hair as you hold him closer!!!

“you’re hair is so pretty. it’s so soft…i dunno why you put grease in it. if i was you—i’d never let anyone touch it.”

“i don’t. i only let you.”

“…REALLY??🥰🥰😚😚”

ur friends are soooo sick of you talking about ponyboy LMFAOOOO like actually. every time you go, ‘omfg did i tell you guys, he-‘ they know to just let you mindlessly ramble.

“and then ponyboy read to me ‘til i fell asleep! he’s so sweet—i dunno how he’s real!”

“i dunno how you’re so whipped.”

“he must be the funniest motherfucker on the planet if y/n’s this obsessed.”

Sodapop Curtis

OHHH Y’ALL ARE AT A CONSTANT WAR TO SEE WHO’S GONNA BEAT THE OTHER AT BEING THE BETTER PARTNER LMFAOOO

HE’S usually the whipped one in the relationship…he felt both extremely lucky and threatened when you started attacking him with kisses…

“you’re so handsome. i’m just the luckiest person on earth—ain’t i?”

“…yeah…🤨”

“why’d you say it like that?😞”

“cause I’M the luckiest person on the earth…I’M supposed to be tellin’ you this…”

but as time goes on—he does take the loss and accepts you’re better at him. for now. it’s only a matter of seconds until sodapop thinks of something insane to show his love for you.

anyways! IMAGINE COOKING WITH HIM OHHHH NY GODDDDD /?:&$:&: he just mainly stands there and looks pretty as he asks what you’re doing but SHHH. HE’S MORAL SUPPORT.

“…what?”

“i’m chopping onions for the flavour, honey.”

“you don’t like onions, though?”

“i don’t like the crunch rather than the flavou—YOU REMEMBERED I DON’T LIKE ONIONS??☹️☹️”

“of course i would!”

gladly holds ur hand 24/7. i’m not kidding. you two are like super magnets. HEHEHE IMAGINE HIM DRIVING WITH ONE HAND ON THE WHEEL AND HIS OTHER HAND HOLDING YOURS!!/!2!

you do take him grocery shopping. only sometimes, though. he only buys junk food rather than actual food.

“can i get these? please?”

“you already have two bags of chips in the cart, soda.”

“okay..😣”

“SIGH…get them.”

“HURRAY!”

knows you can’t say no to him and that’s like the only time he uses it to his advantage.

soc’s do hit on you under the premise of ‘showing you how a real man is supposed to spoil a lady like you.’ HOWEVER, you look at them like they’re aliens.

“hey, baby. what’re you doin’ around here?”

“…EW.”

“???”

they’re shocked above all else as they see you turn away from them and quickly walk away without looking back. AND WOOO SODA IS SO PROUD.

Darry Curtis

the gang acts like you two are constantly fighting whenever you start to look at darry with that sparkle in your eyes.

“guys, PLEASE! YOU’RE BREAKING UP THE FAMILY! STOP ARGUING!”

“what the hell are you on about, soda?”

“you’re scaring pony!” “don’t bring me into this.”

“mind you’re own business, soda.”

AJDIEHJR DARRY HAVING A HAND AROUND YOUR WAIST AS YOU MUTTER SWEET NOTHINGS BETWEEN KISSINGS>>>

you two are a POWER COUPLE IN THE GROCERY STORE! EVEN IF YOU REFUSE TO LET HIM PAY AND HE GETS POUTTY! EVEN IF HE DOESN’T TAKE COMPLIMENTS WELL!

“y/n, please. these are for my house.”

“so?? my wallet was out first.”

“that doesn’t mean anything. baby, i’m telling you, i’m paying.”

“too late, i already handed the cashier the money.”

you cook and clean for the curtis’ to take something off of darry’s back out of the kindness in your heart and totally not because you want him to pay more attention to you!! NEVER!!

but you do enjoy the fact that darry has more time to sit down and pay attention to you! and darry really likes the extra time he has!!

“you didn’t have to.”

“yes i did! you’ve been so stressed out, it’s the least i could do for you.”

“you’re such a treat, y’know.”

“mh. only f’you.”

you FORCE him to hold your hand. sometimes he forgets that he’s supposed to hold your hand in public so do NOT BE AFRAID TO GRAB IT YOURSELF.

but once you do, darry is the last person to let go. maybe to wrap an arm around your hip—BUT THAT’S IT.

teehee leaving lipstick stains on his white t-shirt accidentally🫶🫶!! it’s all so real to me!! sure, darry’s a little annoyed but it’s okay! he can never be mad at you!

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis blurb #ponyboy curtis imagine #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #sodapop curtis blurb #sodapop curtis imagine #darry curtis x reader #darry curtis blurb #darry curtis imagine

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herlondonboy · 1 year

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Beauty And The Beast

Pairings: Tyler Galpin x gn!reader / Wednesday Addams x twin!reader

Summary: Tyler helps you realise that you really don’t deserve to love.

Warnings: angst kind, manipulation. I write this whilst I was supposed to be tidying my room.

Word Count: 1.0k

You never believed that you deserved the love your parents got; the love you see in movies or love at all. You weren’t as smart or as cunning as Wednesday and you weren’t as funny or kind as Pugsley. You found yourself wanting to be your siblings. You wanted the the relationship that they had. You wanted Wednesday to protect you from bullies in a bittersweet manner, you wanted Pugsley to talk to you, period.

You didn’t know what happened or what went wrong, but Morticia and Gomez somehow ended up with you as a child. Maybe you were switched with someone else in the hospital because you didn’t feel like an Addams. You felt like an outcast in your own family. You liked colour, you weren’t abnormally pale, your touch was warm. You were you and that was enough for your family, so why wasn’t it enough for you?

When your sister was sent to Nevermore, and your parents decided it was best for you to tag along, you almost began to despise them. It only got worse when you found out you had a single room, closed off from the rest of the school. It was like you were being punished for no reason.

You were exiled by the world’s outlaws.

It didn’t take long for you to realise that you weren’t welcome there. You started taking long walks down to Jericho after your last period just to sit in the back booth of the Weathervane and write down all of the reasons you didn’t deserve to be an Addams. The book was nearly halfway full.

But one uneventful Thursday, a barista, the youngest one that you had seen working in here, walked over to you. “May I sit?” He asked, a kind smile on his face. You nodded hesitantly as he sat. God, how you wished you could turn back time and tell him no. “My name’s Tyler.”

“Hello, Tyler.” You smiled at him, looking down. You felt like if you looked any longer you’d drown in his eyes. “Uhm, y/n.” You held out your hand.

“Oh, I know.” Tyler said, shaking it. “I’m not stalking you, I just… we have to put names on the cups, remember?” He said at your raised eyebrow. You chuckled slightly and he cleared his throat. “I know that we don’t know each other, but i was hoping that we could get to know each other.”

“I didn’t think it was so easy to make me cringe.” You joked, smiling at his blush. “I’d love to get to know you, Tyler.”

“Oh! Great, uh, great, yeah.” He stammered. It was as if he was expecting a swift ‘no.’ “Uhm, here. My number.” He handed you a piece of paper. “Call me. O-or text me, whatever you prefer. Uh, bye.”

From then on, your alone time at the Weathervane became your Tyler Time. Your notebook hadn’t been touched in weeks and there was a predominant smile etched onto your face. For the first time, you actually felt like you deserved to be loved. Tyler saw what no one else did. Tyler saw you. Not y/n Addams - not Wednesday Addams’ abnormal twin. You.

Tyler had asked you to be his date for the Rave’N and you said yes. It was a great nice. Excluding how the normies put red paint in the sprinklers and drenched everyone in a blood-like substance; how Tyler ran away towards the end; and how Wednesday’s friend was attacked by the monster she was hunting.

The first, and last, time you kissed Tyler, something happened. You blacked out and then suddenly you were watching Tyler turn into a beast and murder Kinbott, your therapist. And then you watched him attack Eugene Otinger. And then you watched him talking to someone about how you would help him get insider information on Wednesday. It was awful, like everything you had gone through to allow yourself to love was wasted. You gasped awake in Tyler’s arms as he looked into your eyes, concern written all over his face and you wondered. Was any of it ever real?

“I’m okay.” You mumbled. “I just- I need to go.” You rushed out of the Weathervane. Tyler watched until you were out of his view. You sobbed all the way to Nevermore, hugging yourself as you made your way to your sister’s room.

Wednesday looked almost alarmed when she saw the state you were in. “y/n?” She asked and her voice made you break down.

“It’s Tyler.” You said, standing awkwardly in front of her. You’d kill for a hug right now, but this is Wednesday that you’re talking about. “I kissed him and had this vision thing and saw him attacking Eugene Otinger and I-“ You choked on your words, finding it so hard to breathe. “I thought he really liked me too. I thought… I thought that I deserved love, but it’s all my fault.”

“y/n, nothing is your fault.” Wednesday said softly.

You shook your head. “It is. I told him things about you, us, the school, because I thought I could trust him.” You clenched your eyes shut, sadness dissipating into anger. “I’m so stupid. Of course he didn’t love me. Stupid, stupid.” You began hitting your head in frustration.

“y/n, stop.” Wednesday said, but you didn’t. She grabbed your hands and pulled you into a hug.

You cried into her shoulder. “I want to go home, Wednesday. Home was bad, but it was so much better than this.” You told her. “I loved him and he-"

“y/n, Tyler manipulated you and conditioned you into thinking about him like that. He used you to get to me. You are not at fault here. You let yourself believe that you can be loved, y/n. That’s good. I’m sorry that I wasn’t here for you.”

It wasn’t your fault. It wasn’t your fault. You could love again if you let yourself, but would you?

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so-long-soldier28 · 1 year

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Favorite Sociopath

kai parker x reader

summary: damon and bonnie leave you in charge of babysitting kai. you accept willingly as time to get to know him.

tags: characters watching american horror story / ahs references, talking about trauma, past child abuse, childhood trauma, accidental cuddling / cuddling, bonding

word count: ~3.5k

“I’m almost finished, shut up,” Bonnie snaps at the brooding man beside her.

Damon puts his hands up, “jeez.”

“He’s in Georgia. At this location,” she points to the site on the map.

“What’s he doing there?”

“It’s your brother, you tell me.”

“It’s not like I control him!”

“Ah,” a voice interrupts their arguing, “the two of you, still bickering. Just like in the old days of 1994.”

“Shut up, Kai,” Damon orders the younger man.

“Harsh words! I’m hurt.” He grabs his chest as if he were stabbed.

“You’re fine.”

The siphon clicks his tongue, “so when are we leaving?”

“We? You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh come on! I helped,” he gestures vaguely, “with the spell.”

“Suggesting a locator spell is not helping. But regardless, your help or lack thereof is not why you’re not coming. You’re dangerous; you can’t be trusted. You’re staying here. Y/N, you’re watching him.”

“What?” Bonnie whips to face Damon before you can even comment. “He cannot be alone with her, he’ll kill her! How do you think Elena will feel when she finds out you let the psychopath murder her cousin?”

“Please, she’ll be fine! She can handle her own.”

“Kai is a psychopath! Whether or not she can handle her own means nothing when you have a psychotic witch against a mere human!”

“Only slightly offended,” you mutter. Then louder, “I’ll be fine, trust me. Kai’s a sociopath, not a psychopath.”

“And that means what exactly? That he’s not capable of killing you?”

“No, I’m just saying… I don’t know… I trust him. Sociopaths at least have the capability to feel emotions, they’re just buried, or reserved for certain people. Psychopaths are the ones that scare me.”

Both are obviously baffled from your statement. Though as soon as Bonnie gets over it, she yells, “you trust him?! Are you crazy?”

Kai borrows your words, “only slightly offended.” It makes you chuckle. “Just a reminder - I’m right here.”

“And?”

“And, Bonnie, no. She’s not crazy. She can think for herself, y’know? And she’s right - I’m not going to hurt her.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Then don’t. You’re not the one being told to babysit me.”

“Damon, we cannot leave her with him!” She turns back to the man.

“Well we’re running out of options. We could go with my original plan and leave these two here, go retrieve Stefan, and return. Or, we could bring them with us. Listen to Kai talk non-stop all the way to Georgia, grab Stefan, squeeze all three in the back of my camaro, and drive all the way back, with Kai still yammering. Does that sound fun to you?”

“Better than letting Y/N die at the jam-covered hands of him.”

You roll your eyes, “Bonnie, I’ll be fine. I promise. You two need to go get Stefan before he attacks someone else, and Georgia’s a long drive. Kai and I will be fine, and if not, there’s plenty of people I can call for help. Not only that, plenty of places I can hide in this massive house.”

“Just not under the bed,” Kai smirks, “I’ll find you there.”

You stifle a laugh as you meet Bonnie’s eyes.

Kai notices her expression, too, and coughs, “just a joke. Very bad joke.”

“No more jokes.”

Seeing the fire in his friend’s eyes, Damon chooses the next moment to interrupt. “You’re right, Georgia’s a long drive. Kai, no leaving the house. Y/N, watch him carefully. No killing, no threatening, no nothing. Call Rick if you need anything-”

“Ew,” you cut him off.

“Alright. Call, I don’t know, Jeremy then. What’s wrong with Rick?”

“Weird, just weird. Might be the beard. Might be the…”

“Spit it out, Y/N.”

“Nah.”

Bonnie gives you a glare.

“Fine, I’ll call him. But I’ll be fine. We’ll be fine. Right, Kai?”

“Mhm.”

“See?”

“Whatever. Just be careful.”

◇◇◇◇

Twenty minutes later, they’re finally out the door.

“Finally!” You collapse on the couch, “peace and quiet!”

Kai takes the chair across from you, then watches as you get comfortable.

“Want to watch something?”

“I am.”

“No, you goof. I mean on the TV,” you roll your eyes playfully at his comment.

“Like what?”

“I don’t know? Let’s see if there’s Netflix on here.”

“What’s a Netflix?”

“You’ll see.”

After a bit of scrolling - the brothers did, in fact, have Netflix downloaded - your eyes light up at one show in particular.

“Oh this is a fun one.”

“American Horror Story?”

“Mhm! Murder. Mayhem. It’s a masterpiece.”

“You’re into that sorta thing?”

You look at him, “why? Do I not look like it to you?”

“I don’t know, you just seem so sweet and innocent.”

“Oh, Kai Parker,” you coo at him, “that’s the thing about girls. Even the sweetest ones have a dark streak in there somewhere.”

His eyes stay focused on you, nearly black and unblinking, but it’s hard to miss the lump in his throat.

“So you want to watch it?”

“You’ve got me intrigued. Now I’ve got to see it.”

You can’t help but giggle in excitement as you press start on the first episode. “They don’t have to be watched in order, but season one is a classic. Wait til you meet the love of my life, Tate Langdon.”

“Who’s Tate?”

“Oh, just my favorite sociopath,” you wink at him. “Aside from you, of course.”

His cheeks flush, but he tries to hide it with a cough.

“It’s starting. Meet,” you spread your hands out as an introduction, “the twins, that I honestly forgot opened the show. And I don’t know their names.”

Kai chuckles, smiling at you before turning his eyes to the TV.

Only half of your attention is on the show, as the other half watches for the witch’s reactions. You notice a small grin when the twin - Brad? - gets sucked into the basement’s abyss. The expression should scare you, but you find yourself more entertained than anything else. His face changes, however, when Ben’s caught cheating on his wife. Kai’s eyes darken and jaw tenses. The smile returns when Vivian cuts the man’s arm in a fury, making you giggle.

“He deserved that,” Kai justifies.

“Oh definitely.”

“I don’t know that much about… like, love, and all that, but you should never cheat on someone you love.”

Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you smile, “okay, Tate.”

He cocks his head at you.

“You just nearly quoted him verbatim. Couldn’t help it. You’re right, though.”

You guys continue to watch.

Eventually, the scene fades into the introduction. You can’t help but stick your tongue out at it, and don’t miss Kai muttering, “ew. That’s a little creepy, all those dolls and jars.” He grimaces.

“Sometimes the intros are scarier than the actual show.”

“How many seasons are there?”

“Four, but I bet there’ll be more.”

“Good. Ten minutes in and I’m hooked.”

“Season 3 is called Coven. But I really want you to meet Tate.”

“Coven? Is it anything like mine?”

“Well, let’s see from what you told me about yours... Shitty leaders - check. Awful parents - check. Stupid traditions - check. Yeah, similar.”

“Wait… you believe me? About my parents?”

“Of course,” you say without hesitation, “I mean, they locked you away for god’s sake. Of course I believe how they treated you. Why it made you snap.” Your tone quiets at the end, afraid to hit a nerve. Kai, however, doesn’t seem bothered by the mention of his crimes. He’s too focused on someone actually believing him; someone listening.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he remembers to respond. “Thank you. For believing me.”

“All the evidence is stacked against your father. And if we’re being honest, dads are usually the cause of trauma, in my personal opinion. I mean, just look at my childhood. Hey, look at Ben Harmon,” you gesture to the TV, “every shitty thing is his fault. Or, maybe I’m projecting. Either way, he sucks.”

Kai laughs.

“Regardless, yes, I believe you, Kai. You’re not alone in your feelings. And like I told Bonnie, I do trust you.”

He’s quiet for a second, “it means a lot.”

You nod.

“Back to the show now?”

“Sure.”

You push the back button a few times to where you guys were before your mini conversation. For a second as it starts to play, you keep your eyes on him. His lips form a small smile. Fingers are still, resting on the armchair. His posture, though…

“Hey, Kai?”

“Hm?”

“Are you comfy?”

“Enough, yeah, why?”

“Come here, sit with me.” You sit up to pat the pillow where your head had just been. “Don’t hurt your neck looking up like that.”

“Are you sure?”

“‘Course. I don’t bite.”

The witch chuckles as you move the pillow for him to sit beside you. He sinks into the couch and gives you a smile that reawakens the butterflies in your stomach.

“Better?”

“Mhm, thank you.”

“Is it okay if I touch you?”

“What, why?” The question catches him off guard.

“It’s okay to say no, I just wanted to ask in case I lean into you by accident. Don’t want to startle you, or cross a line.”

“No, um, wait. It’s okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, you’re okay.”

Sensing his hesitation, you take slow movements to get back into your comfortable position. Soon, your shoulders touch gently, causing him to flinch a little.

“I’m okay still. I wasn’t… expecting it. I mean, I know you told me, but I wasn’t allowed to… I, uh, I’ve been isolated a lot of my life.” He debated his words carefully before settling on the explanation. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, sweet. It’s not your fault. I’m guessing your father’s responsible for that, too?”

Kai nods slowly. “As a siphon, who didn’t know how to control their power, any form of contact would harm the other person. If I was allowed out of my room, I had to wear gloves, but even then, wasn’t allowed to touch anyone. Then I was in the prison world for eighteen years, alone.”

Hearing another bit of his past makes your heart break. Neither Damon nor Bonnie have told you much about him, except for a few antics from the prison world. They call him dangerous, but haven’t even told you his side of the story. As you learn more about him, everything in you wants to reach out and give him a tight hug, but you refrain from doing that to not startle him.

He acknowledges your silence, “is this the part where you run?”

You snap out of your thoughts, “no, Kai. No, I’m not going to run. I’m sorry, I was just thinking. How awful of a man to treat his son that way.” Suddenly, you turn your body so you can look him in the eye. “You’re safe with me, Kai. Okay? Ever need to talk, ever need a hug. I’m here.”

“Okay. Um, thank you.”

“So… you okay if I…” you slowly get closer to him until your shoulders are touching again. “This too much?”

“No, you’re okay. Feels nice, actually.”

“Tell me if you need me to move.”

He nods, then pushes play on the remote.

A deep focus takes over to the both of you as the show continues. At some point, Kai’s hand begins to absentmindedly trail along your arm - a gesture you don’t notice until you feel a chill throughout your body. He feels it too, and immediately retracts his hand.

“It’s okay. I like it.”

Kai doesn’t say anything, but to your delight, puts his hand back on your arm. You stay like that throughout the episode, too relaxed to recognize the heaviness in your eyes as sleep soon consumes your body.

◇◇◇◇

Sometime later, your eyes flutter open, making you confused. There’s no sound, not even the TV, but it’s a comfortable silence, not one that feels threatening. Slowly, you wake up more fully and are able to better take in your senses. You’re still on the couch, but laying on your back. Your head is on something soft, but not pillow-soft. A hand runs along your arm - just as it was before you fell asleep… Kai. Where’s Kai?

You try to ask for his name, but in your state, all that comes out is a whine.

Nonetheless, he answers. “Hey, are you awake?”

“Kai?”

“Yeah, it’s me. Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, but when did I fall asleep? Where are you?”

Eventually you’re able to pull your body up so that you’re sitting, not laying, on the couch.

“I’m right here,” he waves to you as you reposition.

“Did I fall asleep on your lap?” The realization hits you, “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. No worries, I, uh, kinda liked the contact. Like I said, I kinda lacked that for a while.”

“I know, but I would’ve asked first.”

“Technically, you did. And you can’t control being tired, it’s fine. Trust me, I don’t mind being your pillow.”

A blush creeps onto your cheeks.

“In fact, I wouldn’t argue if you wanted to lay back down, because now I’m missing it.”

That’s all the convincing you need to reassume your position in his lap. Though this time, you move your head so you’re looking up at him. “Hey, Kai?”

“Mhm?”

“I’m happy you trust me enough to be this close. I like it, too. And I like being someone you are comfortable around.”

“Me too, Y/N. Oh, and hey, I paused the tv about an hour ago because I wanted to watch it with you but you were asleep. But we’re some way through episode two.”

“I slept that long?”

“Yeah, but it’s okay. I’ve been on Twitter, so I haven’t been completely bored.”

“Not Tweeting pictures of me sleeping, right?” You joke with a snort.

He snaps his fingers, “aw, I should’ve! Quick, go back to sleep!”

“Hell no! The whole Twitter-World doesn’t need to see my sleeping face! Bad enough you already did!”

“Awh, what are you talking about? You have a cute sleeping face. Twitter would thank you for being able to see it.”

The blush and the butterflies return with that comment. “I-uh-thanks.”

“I’m serious!”

“I, um, uh… do you want to keep watching, or are you bored?”

“I’m down to keep watching if you are.”

“Okay, press the play button.”

“Oh, wait, wait, wait, before we do - I met Tate!”

“Oh, yes! How’d you like him?”

“He’s fun! Highly relatable all the way down to the music taste. I see why you like him.”

“See?! My friends think I’m crazy for it, but he’s such a good character. And the way he absolutely loves Violet - he’d do anything for her! I mean, yeah, he killed a bunch of kids, but I don’t know, maybe if his mother didn’t fucking abuse him, he wouldn’t have snapped the way he did.”

You see Kai’s jaw set out of the corner of your eye. “Sorry, uh, spoiler alert.”

“It’s okay. Do you really blame his mom for that?”

“I mean, yeah. Yes, he was the one to carry out the crimes, but you can only take so much hurt and abuse before you snap. Emotions fizzle out until there’s just a numb feeling, and then… well, I imagine it’s hard to make rational decisions when you feel that way for so long.” A second later, you realize you’ve been ranting. “I’m sorry, I’ve just really studied his character. Done a lot of research, including research on sociopathy, and the long-term effects of childhood abuse. Helps me understand him, and what he felt, and what caused him to snap. Sorry, I’m ranting again, oh jeez!”

“It’s okay,” Kai swallows hard, “I, uh, feels nice to be understood. For Tate, I mean.”

You stiffen. “Kai?”

“Mhm?”

“Did your parents hurt you?”

“I mean, I was isolated for a long time.”

“I know that, but…” you don’t want to say it. Don’t want to open a wound; don’t want to push him past his limits of comfort. But, you need to know. “Did they hurt you?”

A visible lump forms in his throat. “What counts as that? Cause I mean, some parents just toss their hands in the air. Some others hit with shoes, I’ve heard. Jo’s friend actually mentioned one time that they had a wooden spoon reserved for punishments.” He’s deflecting. You can’t blame him; he’s obviously been through a lot.

He rambles on like this until he meets your eyes. Tears welling, threatening to spill. A trembling lip. You know. He knows you know.

“Yeah, sometimes, Dad would. Most of the time he’d use magic, probably just to make a point about me being the abomination that can’t do magic.”

“For what reasons? Like, what did he see as a reason to hurt you?”

“Hmm, like if I talked back, or left my room without permission, or spoke to someone outside of the coven, like a sibling’s friend or neighbor. If he were really angry, like if I siphoned a sibling, he’d get more physical. Let’s just say, there’s probably a reason everyone wore long-sleeves with band tees in the nineties. Cover up those bruises with some devil band your parents hate,” cocking his head, he adds, “which then leads to more bruises but for different reasons.” He then pauses to clear his throat. “Eventually, I learned how to siphon the magic he’d throw at me. For three days, I felt so powerful. He’d hit me with a spell, and I could absorb some of it to fire back at him. But while I got a few good licks in, it mostly just made him angrier. He started getting even more physical, and later, would only include magic once I was down and unable to think up a spell.”

“Kai-”

“And then Mom died, and he only got worse. I mean, Mom and I never had a relationship so I wasn’t particularly affected by her passing. He was, though, and he got more violent towards me. I mean, he was now single-handedly raising eight kids - he had to take his anger out on one of them. Who better than the one you already hate? Anyway, life continued. Dad got more secretive, more dangerous.” Kai actually laughs, “I even feared him a little. I didn’t know if I’d ever escape that stupid bedroom, and even if I did, he’d make my life hell. Not only that, but it felt like he was planning something. And what do you know?! He was. Right before Jo and I’s birthday, the stupid fucking coven planned their monthly meeting in our house. Directly under my bedroom. I heard them through the vent, how they weren’t going to let us merge, and how they were going to wait until Liv and Luke were twenty-two instead. I had my suspicions about this - I knew something was off about the way he was acting - but for him to break coven tradition just to prevent me from merging? Fuck him. Coven always came before family with him, but he’d break the rules because he hated me so much.” Fire dances in his eyes, but he calms down a second later. “And that night is when I snapped. Something took over and I did to my family what my Dad probably wishes he did to me the night I was born. When he came back after whatever the hell the coven had left to do, he found Jo. And from that point on, I think you know how it went.”

Some time through his story, you had sat up to face him, leaving you now right in front of him as tears roll off your cheeks. “Kai…” There’s no words for what he’s just told you. Instead, you reach forward and hug him. Your arms wrap around his waist and you bury your face into his chest. Tears continue to fall, soaking his shirt, making you cry harder. A few moments later, you feel his arms on your back and he pulls you close.

You two stay like that for a couple minutes. It’s nice.

“I don’t want to pull away, but I want to tell you…” he lets you lift your head to face him again. “It feels good to have told someone. Thank you for listening to me, Y/N.”

“I’m glad you told me. I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

He responds by pulling you back into the hug, “so, yeah… pretty relatable, your favorite sociopath.”

“Mmmm, actually, that title belongs to you,” you lean back so he can catch your wink.

“Honored, Miss Y/N. Should we get back to watching your, ahem, second favorite sociopath?”

“Let’s do it.”

“Pressing playyyy, now,” he drags out the ‘y’. “Oh, and don’t you dare think of letting go.”

You look at your position. Sitting on his lap, your arms around him, his around you. Your head on his chest, and his fingers tracing your back. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

#malachai parker #malachai parker x reader #kai parker x reader #tvd fanfiction #tw mention of child abuse

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v3nusxsky · 1 month

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Hey how you doing mars! ✌🏼I got a ask that I hope you do. This ask is not smut, but it is a little bit of angst and fluff!

Basically Larissa is married to reader (reader’s pregnant) and there sleeping on their bed when Larissa wakes up sweating and tears streaming down her face. Then she look beside to check if reader is safe and sound (they sleep with a little light) and when she sees reader is sleeping beside her peacefully she signs in relief. Larissa then cuddles into her wife’s back and begins to gently touch reader’s baby bump tenderly waking reader up. Reader asks her what’s wrong and Larissa buried her face in reader’s neck and tells her she had a horrible nightmare; in her nightmare reader was driving to her home when she got into a horrible car accident, which they called Larissa in her work to tell her the news and Larissa desperately drives to the sight when they tell the horrible news that her wife and unborn baby died on impact and that she was alone now. Larissa basically blabbers in tear her horrible dream and reader turns around in her arms and hugs Larissa and Larissa hugs her back with all her might as reader calms her down. From there you can write anything you want just please can you do a happy and fluffy ending with reader, Larissa and there unborn baby girl.

Lost in the dark forest

*Authors note~ part 3 for you are my world🩵 to answer, in fine darling, sorry this took so long. Also guys I have more brain children that could be a series’s for Lenora and Larissa 🫣 or just one let me know what you want to see*

Trigger warnings~hurt and comfort! Nightmares panic attacks car crash mother and unborn child death. Angsty but will be fluffy at the end. Larissa being a bit of a dick in her nightmare ngl

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“You’re reckless. You don’t put our child first, and yet you put her first. What’s she got that’s more than our family!” The principal practically bellows at you as you’re haphazardly throwing some essentials in a bag. “It’s not what it looks like Larissa!” You practically snarled back, knowing her past it’s not hard to understand why her brain has concocted these wild accusations but hormones and hurt feelings aren’t a good mix. “Oh! Do tell me then dear” her tone harshly spitting the term of endearment at you, “it’s not like that, you would never do that. I’m the only one for you? No, more like you got bored of the freak principal and think that Adeline can be your saviour. That’s my baby too growing there, I made love to you and created that beautiful life not her, so I’ll be damned if I let you throw it away to act like a common whore for her!”

Ouch. Tears immediately spilled down your cheeks like mini waterfalls. Larissa and yourself have had disagreements, hell what couple doesn’t, but never have you heard such vile words thrown in your direction by her. Loving Larissa is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever had the pleasure to do. Never, even when your stubbornness takes over, even when you feel suffocated by her protective nature did things ever spiral to this. Adeline had merely been helping you find the right flowers and colour scheme to reveal your baby’s name. That’s all. Adeline, was informing you of her latest date, one that seemed promising. In your happiness for your friend you scooped her into a hug as you wished her and Nora the best for the future. Plans to meet her being set for after you were no longer pregnant. Seeing that awoke deep fears within your blonde lover and now this was the result.

“Let me go Larissa” you demanded, choking back sobs as you made your way to the door. “Thats right, run away, straight to her no doubt” she sneered not even bothering to watch as you left to your car. Her office becoming her cage as fear spilled from every pore in her body, anger seeping out and forcing her limbs to move. Not a care in the world for what was destroyed in this process. What does it matter? Her hearts shattered, gone, blackened and broken. Self loathing kicks in as her anger fades into the abyss.

For hours now, you’ve been gone, regret, guilt, disgust and shame clouding the woman you once knew. Nothing would pull her from this dark place. Her mind being a forest of thrones that she’s forced to walk through, powerless as the thorns shred her pale skin. Crimson streams flow down her now opened skin as she tried to fight her darkness. Larissa should’ve known that the more she’d struggle the worse this would be. The more she would fight the tighter the thorns would dig into her sensitive body, her body now matching her heart.

But that’s when she got the call. Sheriff Galpin informing her of something, while her ears rang. You, car, hospital, blood and your baby. “Principal Weems?, are you there?” His gruff voice seemed to bring her back to reality. This morning she had everything she’d ever wanted and now she’d face losing you both. “Hospital?” Her monotone word seemed to weight her down as multiple possibilities ran through her mind. She’d fucked up. And now everything was gone? Well could be gone. She needed to see you, so that’s what she’d do.

Hanging up on the sheriff, jumping into her car with tears blurring her sight as she made the journey to Jericho Hospital. Red lights didn’t matter, to her they are all green now, the cars beeping got an undignified middle finger flipped in their direction. Nothing would stop her from getting to you, to apologise, to hold you, to love you. All the woman could do is prey you held on with all your stubborn nature, she had hope.

Hoped. You’d died on impact, a drunk driver crashing into the drivers side of the car as you were at a red light. “Principal Weems, we are sorry. They are gone, is there anyone you’d like us to call?” The nurse murmured sympathetically only to be interrupted by a pained scream and the normally professional woman crumpling to the ground. “Give me a minute to hold my girl! Just one more. My girls! I’m- I need to see them.” From there, Larissa was took to say her goodbyes, there you lay motionless, your own blood smothered your face, your child’s home being destroyed and dis formed. The once spherical home being more like a zig zag. You’d gone. Both of you.

She felt like she’s dying. That’s the first thing she registered, shaking limbs, tears streaming down her face and her heart? Well that’s working triple the time. Sweat soaking her body and sheets as she blinded rapidly to adjust to the small light in the corner of the room. There you lay, slow lazy breaths as you slept blissfully unaware of what her lost forest contained tonight. Larissa always named these dreams as the lost forest, a world where nothing makes sense, containing her deepest and darkest fears, secrets and past horrors. But never in her life had she been in one like that.

For a while all she could do is Starr as your chest steadily rose and fell in rhythm, like it should. Light snores filling the room as you slept on, oblivious to her sigh in relief at your state. With a dissatisfied groan you worked to turn your growing body onto its side, there laid your small baby bump poking out from the shirt you wore. You’d always steal the t-shirts the principal always swore weren’t hers as they are simply not her style, seeing your bump poking out always filled her with pride and joy. You’d made that beautiful creation together. A product of love, she couldn’t wait to meet the little minx who had you craving pickles in chocolate at three in the morning. You’d just started to feel the baby move in the past few weeks and like any expecting mothers it immediately became the best feeling in the world. Your baby.

Larissa had joking mentioned one night as you laid tangled in sheets that you would simply look stunning pregnant with your child, and she was right. You do. Her hand sneaking to rub soothing circles into your child’s temporary home. “My girl” you heard Larissa mummer. “Or boy” you grunted trying to sit up in bed. A sad chuckle left your lover as she agreed, truthfully Larissa had a hunch that baby Weems is a stunning Princess, but you swore on everything that your baby would be a Prince.

“Darling? What are you doing up?” Was all it for the lost forest dream to resurface and tears to build in her eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. Her words choking her as you observed her state. “Darling, you are shaking, come here my love” you whispered shuffling to let the woman rest her head above your chest as your hands found their way to her silver curls, an action she adores. “Were you in your lost forest, love?”

No verbal answer was necessary the sobs that wracked through her exhausted form were enough. “Y-ou both died” she hiccuped as ungrateful as ever, her sobs soaked with her pain from those images. “I was cruel, left me and gone” she whimpered clinging onto your body, a hand holding your swollen stomach as if she didn’t believe you were real.

“Look at me Isa. Eyes up here pretty. I'm real. Hold my hand if you need proof, rest it above my heart if you need. I'm real and your dream wasn't. Me and this little minx are well and here my darling.” You reassured the older woman gently, although you didn’t know what she’d seen, what her mind had thrown together, you knew that she needed you more than anything else in the world right now. The room was bathed in silence for moments, ending by desperate whimpers of, “Please don't leave me." You swear your heart broke into a million pieces at how much she reminded you for the scared child she once was. “Never, honey. We aren’t going anywhere.”

Well… “Isa? My girl?” You mumbled shyly, the baby seemed to move and press on your bladder meaning you were going somewhere. “I need to go to the bathroom love, just a second” causing the woman to look up at you looking no more than a frightened child in this state, “you can help me yeah?” To which she nodded and immediately scurried to help you up and to the bathroom where she paced the bedroom floor waiting to walk you back to bed. It seems you were needed more than you thought, Larissa was never this clingy unless she had a dream about her parents or past, she needed you and you would always provide that.

Settling back into bed was not an easy task, your once comfy spot seemingly ran away, Larissa clinging to any part of you she could as you settled in bed on your back. Only then did her lips drop to your stomach, “we are waiting for you darling, our girl we can’t wait to meet you, anything to hold my girls.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, “what If it’s a boy my love?” To which she shook her head, settling into bed, snuggling up into your side with her head on your chest. “With the weird cravings, she’s a she for sure, my perfect girls, can’t lose you ever. You are quite literally my whole world.”

Word count~ 1952

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stardustprompts · 7 months

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how to sell a haunted house - grady hendrix sentence starters change tenses/pronouns as needed !! some lines have been edited for clarity / length / ease of roleplaying tw ; death , alcohol , language , mental health

‘you need to sit down.’

‘what did you do?’

‘jesus, i’m sorry I’m not doing it the right way. i’m sure you’d be perfect at this.’

‘I find knowing these details makes it easier.’

‘you should have a drink, too.’

‘i’m not going to die. not for a long time.’

‘just because we shared a bathroom for fifteen years doesn’t mean you know a thing about me.’

‘my yoga instructor knows more about me than you do.’

‘I knew you’d do this. I knew you’d show up and start telling everyone what to do.’

‘look, I know you need to be in charge, but I’ve taken care of this.’

‘stop telling me how to deal with things. things are dealt with. I dealt with them.’

‘you can’t argue with someone when they’re upset.’

‘I don’t know what got into me, but I overreacted and I’m not proud of if it, and it wasn’t fair to you.’

‘you always needed everyone looking at you.’

‘I didn’t do it for attention. I did it because I was upset.’

‘I don’t like coming in here anyways. it’s got bad vibes.’

‘you can’t put a price tag on love.’

‘being here is really bad for my mental health.’

‘I know you don’t like me because i’m not successful enough for you.’

‘i’m actually happy with my life.’

‘if we aren’t related, if we met today, we wouldn’t chose to be friends.’

‘I don’t think we should be in here at all. I think my plan was better.’

‘don’t you feel the vibes?’

‘this is happening too fast. we need to slow down.’

‘your house is haunted.’

‘every single time I give you the benefit of the doubt, or I try to help, it comes back and bites me in the ass. every! single! time!’

‘our house is not haunted.’

‘i’m telling you there’s weird vibe. I can feel it in my gut.’

‘methinks thou doth protesteth too much.’

‘ghosts don’t exist.’

‘there are true things and there are false things, and there are no in-betweens.’

‘there are facts, like houses and car accidents and cremation, and there’s bullshit like ghosts and vibes and exorcisms. and if you start getting the true things mixed up with the false things, you’re fucked!’

‘reality is not a consensus!’

‘when you don’t like the way a conversation is going you deflect with personal attacks.’

‘you’re like some kind of emotionally abusive octopus entangling everyone in your word tentacles.’

‘even I know that you don’t go back in a haunted house after dark.’

‘the only things here are memories, and those can’t hurt us.’

‘you’re very threatened by new ideas.’

‘I offered to stay tonight because I thought it would be good for you. i’m hoping it gives you some closure.’

‘why are you so mad at me? is it because you feel guilty?’

‘i’m sorry you remember it that way because that must feel terrible, but that’s not what happened.’

‘stop telling me what I remember!’

‘no one ever says no to you, (name) because we’re all scared you’re going to lose your temper.’

‘oh, fuck you. nice try, (name), but fuck you.’

‘no matter what you did, I still don’t want anything bad to happen to you.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star.’

‘everything has to be a big production and you’re the star. all because you can’t face the fact that your life is sad and empty.’

‘it’s a little late for you to start being my brother now.’

‘you blew my mind. it felt like we were the only two people left in the world.’

‘no matter what, I don’t want to ditch you here with a bunch of ghosts.’

‘right now what you need, for once in your life, is to listen to me.’

‘the way you’re laughing is actually really, really scary.’

‘none of this is real.’

‘stop being scary.’

‘I don’t think I’m well. I think something is really wrong inside me.’

‘don’t you fucking laugh at me. for the first time ever, my life finally makes sense.’

‘I don’t think I know what’s real anymore.’

‘my explanation is logically consistent. yours is all magical energy.’

‘it was absolutely terrifying.’

‘how much trouble are you in?’

‘look at me. you’re not crazy. this really happened.’

‘don’t make this funny.’

everything you’ve seen tonight, i’ve seen it too.’

‘i’m sorry I wasn’t stronger.’

‘it was easier to pretend nothing happened.’

‘my entire life I’ve always known something was wrong with me. i’ve spend my entire life scared that if didn’t do everything exactly right, reality would unravel around me and I’d lose myself again.’

‘I forgive you.’

‘I hope you feel better. i’m fine.’

‘I didn’t think you had it in you.’

‘get out of here.’

‘all the things I did, I want to forget.’

‘i’m not doing it! i’m not doing it again!’

‘you need to get out of here right now.’

‘it won’t hurt me, but it’ll hurt you. you have to go right now!’

‘don’t let him do this again. don’t let him take over.’

‘I need a beer.’

‘an apology would go a long way.’

‘can you keep it down? I had to lie about what happened to a lot of people.’

‘are you seriously upset with me because I saved your life?’

‘you need to accept reality.’

‘you’ve become such a grouch.’

‘I wish you’d let someone take care of you.’

‘do you agree that there are forces greater than this world and we are helpless in the face of them?’

‘we don’t have time to fuck around.’

‘i’d like to say this the weirdest shit that’s ever happened to me but I have a bad feeling it’s about to get a lot worse.’

‘I told you this was a bad idea.’

‘I think we’re fucked.’

‘this is wrong. what you’re doing is wrong.’

‘let’s talk about something that’s actually interesting.’

‘it just hurts a little. and by ‘a little’ I mean ‘a lot’ and also ‘all the time.’’

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headphones-ct-09978 · 11 months

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Sopapillas.

Miguel O’Hara X Reader one-shot

Summary: You and Miguel share a small moment.

A/N: I haven’t seen the movie yet, so this is based on what I could scavenge from various Marvel websites and some spoilers. This in and of itself holds no spoilers, but I’ll tag it under “Spoilers”.

Warnings: None. Maybe some really bad spanglish (I’m Mexican but my spanish is fucking AWFUL)

(If any of my spanish is cringe or bad, please please please, correct me and suggest phrases to me. I'm totally open to criticism here!)

. “Miguel? Eyo, ¿dónde está, man? I got you some sopapillas! I think some sugar could do you some good.”

You wandered around the large room where most of the tech was located. Various holographic screens were up, displaying what appeared to be some kind of surveillance system. Miguel was the one working tirelessly to find a way to…well you honestly had no idea. All you knew was that you were here, in this corner of the multiverse, with others like you. Apparently you were supposed to be a spider person, but something in your timeline went wrong, and you ended up there. You had no powers, but also no motivation to return to your former life. To be fair, going back to that absolute shit show of a life was the last thing on your to-do list. Instead, you settled for being a sort of assistant for Miguel. He usually had you run small errands, maybe keep tabs on certain things, or help with technical issues. You often wondered why, since Miguel seemed more than capable of doing everything himself. But, he did seem very overworked and just downright stressed out 24/7, so perhaps he did need the extra help.

You looked around, holding the styrofoam box in your hands. You were about to call out to him again, when a screen to your left suddenly flickered off, revealing the towering man behind it, causing you to jump. “GAH!!” you exclaimed, startled by his sudden appearance.

There were slight bags under his dark eyes and he looked as if he hadn’t slept in days (which was actually the case).

“Geez dude, you keep giving me heart attacks.” you said as you handed him the small box. “Got you a little something to help with the night shift.”

His brown eyes flicked down to what you were handing him and he blinked, his nose twitching in what could only be confusion or exhaustion. After a moment he sighed and took the box. “Thanks.” he mumbled before opening the box, grabbing a sopapilla and biting it. You caught a glimpse of his fangs, which made you shiver. ‘Dioses, those things look freaky.’ you thought.

“Did you double check that timeline I told you to investigate?” Miguel cocked an eyebrow at you, his eyes regarding inquisitively. You nodded. “Sí,todo bien. I triple checked too.”

You waited for a snarky remark about something or other, or for him to suddenly get annoyed by something, but nothing happened. Instead, he just stared at the screen to your right. You turned and saw…another version of yourself. You, the you in the video, were at a party it seemed. You were dancing and laughing, looking happier than you’ve ever felt.

“When is that?” you asked, pointing to the holographic display, the orange glow of the screen reflecting off the gold wrist cuff you wore.

“It’s apparently you in earth-3499, pre-serum you.” he said before taking another bite of his snack.

“Pre-serum? I don’t get bitten?”

“Nope,” he wiped some sugar granules off his bottom lip with his thumb, and licked the rest off. He put the box down on the consol beside him and brushed his hands off. “You, in this canon universe, were injected with this serum that combined the original super-soldier serum paired with an experimental serum that had both spider DNA and some other experimental tech.”

I cringed. “Oh no, not the nano robot thingies from earth-7569.”

“Nah, it’s something else.” He turned the screen off and leaned against the consol. He nodded to you, beckoning for you to join him up on the consol platform. You hurried up the steps and joined him. Beside him, you could clearly notice the size difference, realizing how tall he was. You glanced at him and leaned against the black console as well.

“¿Qué pasa, hombre? No eres tú mismo. Dime, ¿qué te molesta?”

Unlike most of the spider people around, he seemed more relaxed around you. He shared things with you, usually about his family. You couldn’t fathom why, but you consider yourself lucky to at least be in this man’s good graces.

He looked at you, curiously, brows furrowed as if he was trying to solve a puzzle.

“¿Por qué no quieres volver? Tenías una vida, una familia, cosas que la mayoría de nosotros luchamos por recuperar…”

You started to fidget with the sleeve of your jacket. “No sé... Supongo que mi vida canónica no fue tan... genial como la mayoría supondría.”

Miguel placed a hand on your shoulder, in a consoling manner. You continued, “No significa que no los ayudaré a todos, simplemente no me siento obligado a volver a mi antigua vida.”

He nodded. He was about to say something else when another screen popped up with a new developing timeline. He swiveled his head, and watched as the events unfolded. He groaned in annoyance. “Oh great, what now, another canon fuck up?”

As you both watched the timeline thingy, you unflinchingly watched as the spider-person on the screen got hit by a train.

“Canon?”

“Yep.”

“Anything I can do?”

He pointed to the box you had given. “You get yourself something to eat. I don’t want you hangry tonight.”

You scoffed playfully. “You’re one to talk.”

He shot you a miffed glare and threw the box at you, which you caught with ease. You chuckled, both out of unease and nervousness. “¡Que era una broma! ¡Solo una broma!”

“Uh huh, yeah, sure.” he said, sounding unimpressed.

You chuckled to yourself as you left the room. Had you turned around, you would’ve seen him shake his head and allow a small smile to grace his lips. “You’re a pain in the ass.” he mumbled.

-end-

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therealcocoshady · 3 months

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Recovery - Chapter 9

Eminem x FemReader (Y/N) fanfiction

Summary : After relapsing, Y/N wakes up next to Marshall. She confronts Cassie and has an anxiety attack.

Tags : Angst, Comfort

CW : Bullying, Alcohol, Drugs, Relapse, Anxiety attack, Mention of masturbation

When you woke up, you were feeling groggy and nauseous. You groaned at the memory from last night. You felt some stirring beside you. It was Marshall, laying next to you on top of the covers.

Hey, he said in a raspy voice. How are you feeling ? Better ?

Mmmmh, you moaned.

He groaned and yawned.

How about we try some words ? He asked. How are you feeling, Y/N ?

Ashamed, you mumbled.

Shocker.

You stared at him as he rubbed his eyes. You couldn’t help but think that he looked perfect, even in the morning. He was pretty damn sexy, only wearing gray sweatpants with no shirt on. He scratched his beard before looking at you.

Did you sleep here ? You asked.

No, I slept in the garden but decided to come back here before you woke up, he said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. Yes I slept here. I wanted to make sure you were alright.

Thanks, you said. You could have slept in your bedroom, you know ? Instead of here with me.

And risk finding you dead in a puddle of your own barf ? Nope, he groaned. I don’t feel like having forensics in the house on a Sunday morning. The press would have a field day, though.

Oh my God, the press…, you murmured as you remembered the flashing camera from last night.

I called Paul after you fell asleep, he said. He’s going to try and get the picture deleted. He gave me so much shit about it.

I’m sorry, you whispered as you took your face in your hands.

You were embarrassed. There was so much that you needed to apologize for.

It’s fine, he shrugged. It’s Paul anyway. He gives me shit all the time. That’s kind of his job, you know ?

I’m so sorry I ruined your night…

You didn’t, he said in a softer voice. I mean, I could have done without the worry, for sure, but my night pretty much sucked anyway.

Why ? You asked.

I hate that kind of events, he shrugged. I was there because the Lions PR Team wanted me to do some promo shit. I was supposed to meet someone there to talk about that but I ended up swarmed by drunk people bugging me about the album. And then, I had to take some ho to my place, he chuckled.

God, I am so embarrassed, you whined.

About what part exactly ? He grinned.

All of it ? You said. I mean, you had to help my grown-ass to undress and shower and you held my hair while I threw up. That’s pretty damn embarrassing.

He chuckled and looked at you.

Yup, he simply said.

I’d say the outfit and kissing people was pretty embarrassing, too. And… Oh my God I danced, too, you whined.

Oh yeah. That was some dancing, he grinned.

Just kill me, please, you whined.

He let out a laugh as you buried your face in your hands. Suddenly, the idea of digging a hole and dying there was quite appealing.

It’s fine, he said with a chuckle. I mean, you got some good moves. Didn’t expect you to, to be honest.

Yeah, I don’t know about that…

It wasn’t that bad, I promise. You put on quite a show on the dance floor.

God, I made a fool of myself, you sighed.

I don’t think you did, he said earnestly. Everyone there was doing the same thing anyway… But yeah, that was a bit foolish. I mean, it’s just not you, Y/N.

You nodded softly.

I don’t deserve you being so nice to me, you sighed.

Me being an ass to you wouldn’t help matters, he shrugged. Besides, you already know what you did wrong. You’re a grown woman.

I thought you were going to kill me, back there, you whispered.

Dramatic, much ? He chuckled. I mean, yeah, I wasn’t really pleased with you. I was mostly worried, though…

Mmmh.

I thought you were doing good, you know ? He explained. You were sober for, what… Four months ?

Yeah, going on five, you said with a hint of sadness. And now I threw it all away…

Slipping… it happens, he said. What matters is that you’re able to dust yourself off and try again.

Easy for you to say, you mumbled. You’ve been sober for fifteen years.

He scoffed and shook his head.

You’re not the only person it happens to, you know ? He sighed. I’ve tried to quit a few times before I managed to stop for good. I’ve slipped-up and relapsed a few times. Even after rehab.

You did ? You asked.

Yeah. So I’ve been there and I know how you feel. I just wish I would have known you were struggling, he said.

I wasn’t struggling, you said. I mean… There were times lately, when I missed drinking, but that’s about it. I think that… I have been feeling a bit lonely, mostly.

You didn’t tell me that, he pointed out.

Does it matter ?

Of course it does, he said softly. You matter.

You let out a small “aw” and blushed. He sat up and stroked your shoulder.

So, what happened last night that led you to this ? Walk me through it, ok ?

You sighed and proceeded to tell him everything. How happy you were to see Cassie, how generous and kind she was to you and how much you didn’t want to disappoint her or let her down. How her calling you a dud made you want to gain her approval so badly. You also mentioned that, regardless of the fact that you had messed up, you looked up to her and you wished you could be more like her but only seemed to get as sociable when you were under the influence.

This girl is a bully, he scoffed.

No she’s not, you replied.

That’s high school mean girl 101, Y/N, he said. You do realize she used you as a prop, right ? She played with you like a doll, she dressed you up in that skimpy outfit, ignored you when she wanted to flirt with people and used you to arouse men, either by kissing you or suggesting threesomes…

Well, if you put it like that, it does make her look pretty bad, you mumbled. But she’s my friend !

She's not, he groaned. Talia is your friend. Jamal is your friend. I am your friend. This girl ? Nope.

You sighed. Maybe he was right on some level, but you didn’t want to hear it. After all, Cassie had been there for you numerous times.

Well, I have to see her today, you said. I still have stuff in her hotel room.

I’ll take you, he offered. But first, we should discuss what you’re going to do.

That’s fair. What am I going to do ?

First, you’re going to tell Talia and Jamal as soon as I take you home. They’re your roommates and they deserve to know that kind of thing. Lying about it would be a shitty idea anyway, he said.

Talia’s going to kill me, you said.

She’s not, he said softly. Then, first thing tomorrow, you’re going to a meeting and calling your sponsor.

Meetings are on wednesday, you said.

I’ll get you an appointment with a therapist, then. You need to see someone. The earlier the better. If today wasn’t Sunday, you’d be there already.

You nodded, but tears were welling in your eyes.

I can’t do it, you said as you choked on your words. Marshall, I just… I can’t. I can’t face people and tell them I fucked up.

Hey, he said softly as he took your hand in his. Yes you can, and you will. Shit happens. Do you remember what I said when I took you to the observatory ?

That I’m not alone ?

Exactly. Your road to recovery doesn’t have to be a lonely one, he reminded you as he stroked your cheek. I got you. So do Talia and Jamal. The others at the studio too. They love you.

They do ? You asked.

Yeah. Everyone thinks you’re great. They keep going on about how cute you are. Especially when you fall asleep on the couch, he chuckled.

Thank you, you whispered as you let your head roll on his shoulder. I love them too, you know ?

He kissed the top of your head and decided to get up.

Get up, Dobby, I’ll make you breakfast, he said.

Are you really going to call me that ? You groaned before letting out a yawn.

Yep, he said with a smile. You were right, you do look like a house elf in my tee-shirt.

I wouldn’t have pegged you as a Harry Potter fan, you said with a grin.

My youngest was obsessed with the movies and books for a while, he chuckled. She’d be so proud of me right now. Anyway, breakfast in ten minutes, ok ?

You nodded and took some time to stretch as he walked towards the door.

Oh, and, Dobby ? You’re much hotter in my clothes than in last night’s dress, he added with a wink.

He left the room and you were speechless. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks.

Have you seen my phone ? You asked Marshall when you walked in the kitchen to the smell of pancakes.

No idea about your phone, but your purse is on the table, he said.

You grabbed your phone, that was inside your handbag and checked your phone. You had about fifty notifications. Had you been sleeping that long ? Had the world ended without you knowing ? Was someone dead ?

From : Unknown. “Hey. It’s Jared. Loved meeting you tonight. When are you free for dinner ?”

From : Talia. “Is that really you in the picture with Em ???”

From : Talia. “Hand holding and stuff ?!?! What is happening ??? I thought you were with Cassie ???”

From : Talia. “CALL. ME. BACK. I need to knoooooow !!!”

From : Talia. “If you call me back I promise I will let the questionable outfit slide. We need to talk about your fashion sense tho…”

From : Talia. “I know the two of you are probably busy right now, but call me back when you can ??? I hope he is ravishing the shit out of you right now :)”

From : Unknown. “I just saw the pictures online. I didn’t realize you were with Em ! Sorry I suggested that date. I didn’t mean to be disrespectful at all…!”

It didn’t take too long to figure out the photos had been published. You quickly went online and saw a bunch of headlines. You also received messages from people you hadn’t seen in a long time. It was as if, suddenly, they remembered you. You knew it was no coincidence.You clicked on an article titled “Eminem in love ?!”.

“Eminem is known to be somewhat of a recluse and very private about his personal life, but he was spotted leaving a fancy fundraising event in Detroit yesterday night, holding hands with an unknown woman. No smile on his face, as usual, but his jacket on her shoulder and the hand-holding says it all ! The rapper was reportedly holding her tightly and keeping her close when they exited the party and hopped in a car, accompanied by his bodyguards. The news has fans in a frenzy and desperate for details. We do not know the name of the woman, who wore a stunning Sandro dress and Jimmy Choo accessories (no doubt gifted by her wealthy beau). It is the first time the Rap God was spotted with a woman since his divorce from ex-wife Kim, with whom he shares three children.”

Fuck, you mumbled under your breath.

What’s wrong ? He asked as he placed a plate in front of you.

You gave him your phone. He took a minute to read the article and groaned.

Guess Paul was too late, he mumbled. I’m sorry about that, Y/N.

I’m sorry, you said sheepishly.

I don’t care, he said. I mean, I’m used to dating rumors, you know ? It just sucks for you…

Well… My phone is buzzing with people congratulating me, you giggled. And at least I don’t look wasted on the pics. Although I think it just cost me a date.

What date ? He asked suspiciously.

A guy named Jared asked me out yesterday, you explained. He’s a football player.

Jared Goff ? The Lions quarterback ?!

Yeah, him. Anyway, he just texted and apologized for asking me on a date and hitting on me, you said.

Sorry for accidentally cockblocking you, he chuckled.

Maybe that’s karma ? You said with a shy smile. Anyway, I don’t think I would have said yes. I wasn’t really myself last night, after all. Poor guy would have been disappointed

He chuckled and you ate breakfast.

You know, maybe it’s for the best, he commented between bites. Maybe you should hold back on the dating thing. You’re going to have to focus on recovery anyway.

I guess, you groaned. That’s unfair though.

How so ? He asked.

I can’t get drunk, I can’t take pills, I can’t even smoke a fucking cigarette and now I can’t get laid ?! You blurted out.

You could tell he wasn’t expecting that statement, as he almost spilled his orange juice.

Classy, he grinned.

I’m serious, though, you pouted. I’m feeling lonely. I want affection. I want hugs…

He smiled as he put an arm around your shoulders.

That’s easily remedied, he said softly.

… and I want sex,you continued.

Aaaand we’re done, he chuckled as he let go of you.

How did you do it ? You asked. How did you manage to stay abstinent ? Also, when did you start dating again ?

You’re 27, for God’s sake, do I really have to explain to you how masturbation works, Y/N ? He groaned as your face reddened.

But it’s not the same, though, you said. I want contact, I want intimacy. Maybe I should get a friend with benefits…

Right, he chortled. Good luck with that.

You don’t think I could get one ?! You asked in an offended tone.

Oh, believe me, after the show you put on last night, I know you could get absolutely anyone, he chuckled. But a lot of people seem to think you are spoken for, now. By yours truly, no less.

Until you put out a statement, that is, you replied.

Yeah, I’m not doing that.

What ?! You asked in disbelief.

A statement will get people talking. Saying nothing and waiting for the thing to die out is probably the best option, he explained. Besides, I wouldn’t be offended if people thought I was with you. I don’t really mind, to be honest.

So, you’re not worried that it would cockblock you ?

Nope. If anything, people might be leaving me alone on the subject for a while. I’m not really into dating anyway, he shrugged.

Are you some sort of asexual hermit monk ? you asked teasingly.

I think we’ve established that I’m not, he said with a smirk. Unlike some people, though, I know how to keep it in my pants.

Oh, I can keep it in my pants, you said as you rolled your eyes. I just don’t really want to.

Right, he chortled.

Anyway, do you know if Porter is seeing anyone ?

He froze as you asked the question and dropped the glass he had in hand, causing it to shatter on the floor.

Shit, he groaned. You’re not serious right ?!

Relax, I’m joking, you giggled. You should see your face, though. It’s hilarious.

You’re impossible, he said, rolling his eyes.

You chuckled and helped him clear the glass pieces on the floor.

Anyway, I get how you’re feeling. But just be careful, ok ? You need to be safe and healthy. That should come first. Not your sexual urges. To answer your question, I didn’t date for a couple of years after getting sober. I just focused on my family and music. Also, I have found that exercising really gets your mind off… You know, he said with a grin.

I’ll keep that in mind, you chuckled.

And if you need hugs, I’m here, he said with a smile. Just hugs though.

You giggled and gave him a peck on the cheek.

Thanks for being so amazing, you said. Thank you for being here.

Anything for you, Dobby, he chuckled.

Anything ? you smirked. Really ?

Oh, man… Why do I feel like I’m going to regret this ? He sighed with a grin.

Well, I do look amazing in that Saint Laurent jacket…, you began. I mean, the pictures in the article prove it.

Not happening, nope, he said as he shook his head.

Can’t blame a girl for trying, you giggled. Your closet is full of great pieces.

I’ll tell you what, he said with a smile, if you’re good and put in some work towards your recovery, I might let you borrow some stuff.

Really ? You squealed. Even the jacket ?

Yeah. Even the jacket. For every sobriety milestone, you get to borrow a thing for my closet. Except for my sneakers and a few pieces of jewelry. The rest is fair game, he said.

I’m going to crush recovery, you said cockily.

Don’t get ahead of yourself, Dobby, he chuckled. You need to stick to therapy, go to meetings, and mostly, you have to call me or anyone else before you fuck up. Not after. Understood ?

Yes, sir, you giggled. Totally unrelated, but is 10 hours sober a milestone ?

Go and take a shower and get dressed, he said as he shook his head. I think I have the clothes you left here last time around there somewhere. Then, I’ll take you to the hotel, ok ?

An hour later, you knocked at the door of Cassie’s hotel room. Marshall was waiting for you in the parking lot. He offered to go up with you, but you figured that you needed to have a talk with your friend, one on one. As much as you didn’t want to believe what Marshall was telling you about her using you, you wanted things to be clear.

Hey chérie, she said with a smile as she opened the door and let you into the suite. Last night was sooo fun. I do have a bit of a hangover, though.

Oh yeah ? You asked awkwardly.

A guy I met took me to an afterparty, she explained. I ended up coming back here in the morning with a couple of people. They just left.

Oh, did you…?

Yes, we fucked, she giggled.

Speaking of which… Can I talk to you ?

Of course, she shrugged.

You sat on the couch and your anxiety levels started to rise. You didn’t quite know where to begin.

What, you mean to tell me that you got laid by Eminem last night ? she chuckled.

W-What ?! No, absolutely not, you said.

Relax, she said. I saw the pictures online, but I figured nothing happened. If that’s any comfort, I don’t think anyone is going to believe it anyway. No offense but… You couldn’t get someone like that.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Was your friend seriously implying that you weren’t good enough for Marshall ?! You sort of knew that already, but it stung.

What do you mean by that, Cass ?

What ? Just the truth, Baby, she shrugged. Men like that, they like beautiful, interesting girls. Not that you don’t look good, but… You’re sort of plain, you know ? You see what I mean, don’t you ?

I don’t, you said.

Whatever, she said. I just think you’re not the type to hang out with someone like that. Even as a friend, you know ? I didn’t mean to hurt you. You know that. I’m just being honest here. I’m your friend.

Is that why you basically dragged me into a threesome with him ? Because we’re friends ?

Oh God, you really haven’t changed, have you ? she asked with a laugh.

You bit your lip.

Seriously, you were always so sensitive, Ms Goody Two Shoes. I flirted, it was a joke, alright ? We had kissed earlier because you were being initiating. You’re the one who told me you were horny, remember ? I don’t see what the big deal is. Nothing happened. Even if it did… You would have had a great experience, she said as she rolled her eyes.

I wasn’t initiating, you muttered.

You said you were horny, she pointed out.

Only because of the stuff you gave me, you squealed.

I gave you this because I knew you wouldn’t have a great time otherwise, Y/N. And guess what ? You had a great time. You danced, you flirted…You were finally acting normal.

I was drunk.

What’s the big deal ? She sighed. It happens to everyone. You were drunk, so what ? No one died.

I just… What I mean to say is… I don’t feel comfortable with what happened last night. It doesn’t sit well with me. It’s not who I am, you know ? You tried to explain, while keeping your composure.

Maybe you should ask yourself the right questions, Y/N, she scoffed.

Meaning ?

Is this really who you want to be ? A 27 year-old dork who is still in school, single, living with two roommates, with a sad social life ? You could do so much better with your life.

In this instant, she managed to break your heart. Recovery and yesterday’s fuck-up aside, you were pretty proud of who you were. Granted, you didn’t have a lot of friends, a boyfriend or a glamorous job. You weren’t a homeowner either. But you always thought you were doing pretty well, especially considering the hand you had been dealt.

Is it what you think ? You asked as your voice broke. That I’m not good enough ?

I didn’t say that, she defended herself.

I thought you were my friend, you muttered.

I am your friend, Y/N. I want you to thrive, she shrugged. You should be thanking me. Honestly, do you have a lot of people in your life who want the best for you ?

I do, you said, feeling extremely defensive. I have Talia and Jamal, I have Marshall…

For how long though ? she asked.

What do you mean ?

I’m just thinking that, if you weren’t such a dud, maybe you’d have more people around you, you know ? You’d have more friends. People you meet would stick around. You’d have a boyfriend. Hell, maybe Simon wouldn’t have left you.

You swallowed dryly and got up. You decided this was your cue to leave.

I can’t take this anymore. Goodbye, Cassie, you said as you grabbed your things before exiting the room.

Y/N, wait…

Tears were streaming down your cheeks when you got to the parking lot. As he saw you come, Marshall immediately got out of the car and engulfed you in a hug.

What’s wrong? He asked.

I’m fine, you lied with a breaking voice.

Bullshit, he sighed. You’re crying. What happened ?

You didn’t talk. Instead, you simply looked in his eyes. As you stared at him, you were reminded of Cassie’s words. “For how long ?”. Suddenly, something hit you and you felt scared. You realized that you were playing a dangerous game. In a matter of months, he had become a constant in your life. Most of the time, not a week went by without you seeing him at least twice. You texted all the time, whether it was to talk about your day or simply to exchange silly jokes. He was always there for you but, as thankful as you were, you were scared of the day he wouldn’t be around anymore. It would come eventually. Maybe Cassie was right. Maybe there was something about you that made people want to leave. And, let’s face it, she was definitely onto something when she said that girls like you usually aren’t interesting enough for people like him. He walked into your life unexpectedly, but you feared the moment he would walk out. He kept on gazing at you, waiting for you to talk, but you couldn’t.

Talk to me, he said softly.

I have to go, you whispered.

Go where ? I don’t understand, Y/N.

You took a step back and muttered an apology before starting to walk out of the parking lot. At that moment, nothing made sense anymore. You realized that maybe you had been wrong all along. Maybe you were in fact a 27 year-old failure. If so, why bother people ? They would be better off without you, right ? Hell, it wasn’t just about Marshall. It was about all your friends. Maybe you should do them a favor and leave them be.

You were still wearing your heels from last night, as you obviously didn’t have any spare pair of shoes at Marshall’s place and had not taken the time to change since retrieving your stuff from the hotel room. Your feet hurt but you kept on walking.

Y/N, Marshall called as he followed you.

Please leave me alone, you said.

I’m not leaving you alone when you’re crying and just had a slipping episode, he said as he grabbed your arm. Just come with me, ok ? We’ll talk.

Get away from me !!!! You yelled as you pushed him.

He looked at you, taken aback. It was the first time you yelled at him and you could tell he was not expecting it. His eyes were full of questions. But what exactly could you say that would actually make sense ?

I’m sorry, you whispered. I just… I have to…

You were panting and slurring your words. It was all too much. The only thing you wanted was to get out of here, but as seconds went by, it was clear that your body would not cooperate. You felt a pain in your chest and your heart was pounding. Despite your attempt to move, you were unable to. To make things worse, your eyes were wide open but you couldn’t quite see. It was all a blur. You were feeling trapped. You were on the floor, your hand on your chest.

Y/N, Marshall said in a soft yet alarmed voice. You need to breathe, ok ?

I… C-can’t, you stuttered.

Yes, you can, he reassured you. I’ll help you. I’m going to touch your hand. Is that alright ?

You tried to nod, to the best of your ability, but your body felt so stiff that you weren’t sure if Marshall could see your reaction or not. Regardless, he got closer and gently took your hand in his before placing it on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat.

Now, you’re going to try and inhale through your nose and take in as much air as you can, ok ? Can you do that for me ?

I…

Don’t speak for now. Just inhale. As deep as you can, he directed. And then, exhale slowly.

Your first tentative attempt to breathe deeply was a complete failure. You thought you were going to end up choking. Yet, after a while, you managed to breathe a bit more normally, slowly. Your hand was against Marshall’s chest, his own breath guiding yours. One of his hands was on your back, gently holding you.

That’s it. You’re doing so good, Y/N, he encouraged you.

Mar…, you began.

Shhh. Just keep breathing for now, ok ?

As minutes went by, you were shivering, but thankfully, you were breathing properly.

You’re safe, he said gently. It may not feel like this right now, but I promise. I got you.

You closed your eyes as he wiped the tears from your cheeks. You stayed like this for a while, unable to tell if it was seconds or hours. Eventually, you came back to your senses.

Do you feel better ? He asked.

Yes, you whispered. I’m so sorry.

What the hell are you apologizing for ? He chuckled. Having a panic attack ? Yeah, you better apologize for things that are out of your control…

You let out a small, exhausted laugh. He kissed the top of your head and you went back to the car. Your body was stiff and tense.

Let’s get you home now, he said gently as he started driving. You need some rest.

Can we… not ? You asked anxiously.

What’s wrong, Y/N ? He asked.

I don’t know, you replied. I just…

If you’d had any tears left, you would have cried. Instead, you just choked on your words. You took a breath and tried to speak more clearly.

I don’t want to face them, you explained. Especially Talia. I can’t disappoint her like this, you know ?

They’re your friends, he said. Sure, once you come clean about what happened and the fact that you used again, they won’t be too pleased. But you’ll be fine. Because they love you and they care about you.

For how long, though ? You blurted out.

What ?

They would be better off without me. Everyone would be better off without me, you said. I’m a failure. I stall people. Who wants that ?

You’re only saying that because you slipped and you’re tired, he replied as he shook his head. Is that what your friend told you ? Of all people, I don’t think she is the one you should listen to.

No, I figured that myself, you said. But as much as I am mad at Cassie right now… She got a few things right.

Oh yeah ? About what ? He scoffed.

I’m a failure, you simply said.

That’s not true.

No, Marshall, you don’t understand ! She said I'm a 27 year-old dork who is still in school, single, living with two roommates with a sad social life. That is absolutely true. She also said that… It doesn’t make sense why someone like you would hang out with… someone like me. She’s not wrong about that either.

He shook his head and scoffed.

I hang out with you because I like you, Y/N, he said. And because of everything else she said.

What do you mean ? You asked with a confused look.

Let’s dissect, ok ? You’re 27. That’s a fact. I don’t have to have an opinion about it. Same goes for the single thing. As for the rest… I think it’s great that you are still in school. It shows that you are driven and that you are full of ambition. You’re getting a fucking PhD, for God’s sake. Not a lot of people can do that, you know ? You’re the smartest person I know. Most of the time, when you talk about your work, I don’t understand a word of what you’re saying. But I see how passionate you are, and it’s fucking inspiring. And you are a dork. But it’s fucking great. I love that about you. I think that’s the cutest and funniest thing ever. I’m a dork too. There’s nothing wrong with that. And you do have friends. You have us. You have me. You might not be the most sociable person I know. That’s true. But that’s fine. I like that you’re not the loud type anyway. And it’s cool that you live with Talia and Jamal. I’d even go so far as to say that I like it, because otherwise… I wouldn’t have met you, you know what I’m saying ?

You stared at him and nodded.

Don’t let her get into your head, he continued. You’re absolutely amazing. There isn’t a thing I would change about you. Meeting you is the greatest thing that’s happened to me in the past year. You’re a ray of sunshine. Every time you walk in the studio, you make everyone’s day better, just by being you. You make those silly jokes, you put up with us and, most importantly, you get us. You’re not one of those groupies who think of us as stereotypes. Especially me. You’re so genuine, it’s refreshing. So don’t let anyone change that. You are exceptional. You are brave, strong, and beautiful, inside and out.

You couldn’t help but think it was the most beautiful thing anyone had ever told you. Sure, you’d received compliments before, but never to this extent. Hell, none of the people you had dated had never made such a declaration. You could tell by the look on his face that he meant every word he had just said.

I’m scared to lose my friends, you finally said in an emotional voice. Especially you.

You’re not losing anyone, Y/N. Especially me, he chuckled as he brushed your face with his hand. Don’t you worry about that. You’re pretty much stuck with me.

You giggled softly before curling on the car seat and watching him for the rest of the drive. You felt comforted, grounded by his presence. It was a good thing, too, because you weren’t too sure how the conversation with Talia and Jamal would turn out.

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► 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐓 PT.2

⭢ In which: you are in need of surgery after getting injured but tensions grow when everyone grows suspicious of ethan, you don’t believe it’s him but your boyfriend does. and now nobody trusts him except for you.

☆ | warning(s): language, swearing,

☆ | note: part two, yay! I plan to make a part 3 but just need to put together an idea for the ending. also I don’t really know where this is going— I just might make a scream fan-fiction up here :O

☆ | gender: they/them (reader)

☆ | REMINDER: mandy is NOT apart of the scream franchise, he is just an add in and a oc of mines. this is just fiction and wrote for fun, don’t take this seriously.

☆ | key: (m/n) means mother’s name or mom’s name, whichever you prefer. and (l/n) means last name.

Tagging 🏷: @nellyboosworld @l5byrinth @fanboyluvr @kittyamore0 @ncllcraines @briefwinnerpersonaturtle @elliotss

It was now morning, everyone was getting patched up by the EMT’s, your injury was the worst since it was close to the liver. that had to have been an accident— what are you thinking? no it wasn’t.

Mandy had to get his wrist patched up as well, he had a tired look in his eyes. he didn’t get much sleep yesterday since he had to explain the whole situation that happened in the apartment, but his main concern was you.

You tried getting up but only got scolded by tara when you tried to. but of course, you didn’t listen. you sat at the edge of an ambulance, mandy standing next to you.

Ethan then appeared at the scene, his eyes glanced over at mandy briefly before turning to Chad.

Chad scoffed and was about to make his way towards Ethan but mandy stopped him, shaking his head. Chad clenched his jaw and crossed his arms.

"Holy shi..what happened?" Ethan asked, Mandy made his way towards him and shoved Ethan by the shoulders a bit roughly.

"Woah, Mandy chill—" before Ethan could finish Mandy kicked him in the leg, "Where were you?!" Mandy asked,

You watched with concern, you remember ethan saying he had econ. so he had to have been there, right?

"I was at econ, you know this!" Ethan answered, "No, cause it’s mad suspicious you left right before we got attacked." Mandy continued.

"You reminded me, remember?!" Ethan was the one who yelled this time, Mandy clenched his fist, enraged.

"BUT YOU FUCKING KNEW YOU HAD ECON. YOU KNEW THE EXACT TIME. SO I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO BELIEVE ANYMORE." Mandy yelled, Sam noticed this and got in-between the two.

"Mandy, you have to believe me, I was at econ!" Ethan said, "And I was at study hall. you can ask the million of people that were there with me!"

"Alright enough you two. we don’t need this right now, okay?" Sam said, she looked at both Mandy and Ethan, nothing was going well at all.

Ethan placed his hand on Mandy’s arm but Mandy slapped it away, "don’t fucking touch me." he said before walking away from ethan and towards you.

Sam didn’t say anything to ethan and made her way back to tara, he noticed you sitting at the edge of the ambulance, looking down at your hands.

You looked up and locked eyes with him, a look of regret crossed his eyes and he didn’t dare look at you.

Why did he look away? maybe he felt guilty he wasn’t there. but it wasn’t his fault, he didn’t know.

"Ethan..?" you appeared by his side and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I know you were at econ. Mandy…he’s just stressed. we’ve been through this before so that’s why he’s like that. he just can’t seem to trust anyone who’s new to our group." you stated.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, "I’m…apart of the group? you- you think so?" he questioned, and there you go again, giving him that adorable stare.

"What, why wouldn’t I? of course I do. regardless of what anyone says, you’ve earned my trust and I do think your part of the group." you said, Ethan eyes widened.

It was quiet for a minute, but he broke out of his trance, "Did I say something wrong..?" you asked.

"Oh- no! uhm, I just want to say thank you. because you believe me. I’ve always tried to gain mandy’s trust but I just for some reason can’t. does he hate me or something? I’m not usually stuck up on things like this. trust me, I’m not. It’s just bothering me." Ethan explained.

then his eyes landed to your injured side, you winced and covered the bleeding spot.

"What the hell happened?" Ethan asked, you shrugged, "I got attacked but if you want a fun and hilarious fact: I kicked some ass." you said jokingly with a smirk.

Ethan had a serious look on his face though, "I know that part. but I didn’t know you got hurt. did they—" before he could finish you cut him off.

"Have to do surgery? yeah. I saw my life flash before my eyes, which was unfortunate. but that’s how it is in this movie, you either kill or be killed. and we chose to run, we’re always running." you said while rubbing a tired hand over your face.

Mandy eyed ethan closely, it wasn’t like he had a grudge against him or anything, he just didn’t know what it was. he couldn’t place his finger on it— but something felt off about him.

"But I’m fine now. but are you okay?" you asked, "Yep. uh, I should get going now-" ethan said and was about to walk away until you gripped him by the wrist.

"C’mon ethan. cause of what mandy said? he was just upset. I know he didn’t mean it. I know him. and I can get to know you if you just stay." you said, ethan felt his whole body stiffen from your warm and comforting touch.

You don’t know what you just did. and oh god was he happy that you said that. now you just let him in basically. you can’t take this back now.

"That’s what I plan to do." he replied, you gave him a small hug before making your way over to Mandy.

———

"I don’t know about you guys, but how can you all casually just walk in a scream franchise museum after literally getting attacked by ghostface themself?" you said, you were holding Mandy’s hand while eyeing the museum.

"We’re just invincible I guess." Mindy joked, Mandy pushed her by the shoulder playfully. you noticed ethan was behind a bit.

Even though he wanted to talk to you at this moment and confess his feelings, he’d know he’ll have a chance soon.

Just get mandy out the way first, cause somehow he knows too much and is beginning to catch on quicker than he thought.

"Does anyone know what’s the first robe for? like, is it for someone else we didn’t know about or…?" Chad questioned, staring up at the large glass that was protecting the robe.

"Who was the first ghostface? I mean, billy and Stu didn’t plan that whole thing by themselves, they couldn’t have." Tara added.

"Right, uh, you wanna tell them?" Mandy asked, turning to you. everyone had their focus on you this time, this was going to be revealed sooner or later.

You just didn’t think it’d be this soon.

"That’s my mom’s." you said, you could see the shocked look on everyone’s faces, "so is that why-" Sam was cut off by you.

"Why I keep getting bullied or called names? yeah. supposedly I’m just like her. but trust me, I will never be a damn killer. never." you said, Mandy turned to Ethan who didn’t seem the least bit shocked at all.

You paid attention to the mask, if only you could ask her why she murdered people and hurt them. just why. what was her reason? why did she help plan that? that’s why she was never in the picture. every family photo there was? you made sure to throw in the trash.

"in [year] she had me, I thought everything was normal. we’d just be a normal family, but I didn’t know she was my mom until—" tara cut you off with a frown, "before she died..?" she said, you nodded with a shrug.

"Yeah. I still attended the funeral but I was young. what was I going to say? I’m a son/daughter of a killer. everyone is gonna relate me to her. of course they are. nobody in this world is different, they’re all the same." you stated.

Tara gave you a hug, "well, we’re here for you now. you’re not (m/n)’s you’re (Y/n) (l/n)." she said, you hugged her back and then pulled away.

"So, what do we do now?" you asked, Mandy turned to you, "I don’t know about you sweetheart, but I really wanna go to sleep." he said with a yawn.

"I mean, you can go. I’ll be with the others." You said, then you heard someone snap their fingers in your direction.

"No, no, nuh-uh. we stick together because when we spilt up that’s how everyone dies." Chad said, you and mandy laughed.

"Alright alpha man, we’re coming." Mandy replied, chad nodded and followed the others deeper inside the museum.

Then there was just you, mandy, and ethan. oh, he was here too? awkward. like, very.

"Hey, uh, ethan? can me and mandy talk alone by any chance? I don’t want to sound rude—" ethan walked away before you could finish, muttering something under his breath.

"I was leaving anyways." he sounded upset. Mandy watched ethan leave, he turned to you.

That’s when it clicked, "Does he like you?" Mandy asked, you were shocked by the question but answered anyways.

"I don’t think so. why would he? there’s plenty of other fish in the sea." you said and grabbed mandy’s hands.

"plus, I chose you. why would I go for somebody else?" you said with a chuckle.

Mandy playfully rolled his eyes, "I know how lucky I am. it’s just the dude gives off weird vibes. adding to that; he’s a virgin so of course he’s gonna eye you." he said.

You placed a kiss on his cheek then his lips, "So what? he’s cool, I like him. he’s part of the group cause I said so. and be nice. moving on: we better go meet up with the others." you said.

Mandy groaned, "fine." he replied and followed you while holding your hand, but what you didn’t notice was—

Ethan overheard the whole conversation. he just wanted mandy gone for good, he just wished it was you kissing him on the lips not Mandy.

Part 3 will be released soon! for now enjoy this :)

#xreader #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #scream vi #scream 6 #scream 6 x reader #scream

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unreadpoppy · 5 months

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An heir is born

Raphael x Gwen

The sequel to this.

A/N: Not my best but today was bad brain day, so i'm glad i was able to finish it. Finally, actual, dad!phael.

tags: @bg3fan

Someone had smacked Raphael on the chest while he was asleep.

Hard.

He sat in a hurry, looking around the room, worried that someone might have entered and tried to attack him.

Instead, when he turned his face, Gwen was standing next to him, holding her belly.

“What happened?” He asked, a frown on his face. He covered her hand with his.

“The water broke…” She whispered.

In the months leading to the delivery, Raphael had spared some time to read upon childbearing, including labor. Although he knew that any child he produced would be a tiefling, a very small part of him still worried that they would come out as he did - murdering their mother.

And so he was ready for this moment. Raphael quickly stood up and called Korilla.

“Yes, master?” She asked in a tired voice.

“Go call the midwife.” The warlock nodded and left. Raphael held one of his wife’s hand and placed the other on her back. Together, they walked out of the room, and slowly went to Gwen’s old chambers.

“Remind me why you can’t just snap us away?” She asked, hissing.

“Walking will help put the child in the right position.”

“Hmpf.” Was all she could reply. Eventually, they arrived in the room, and he helped Gwen sit down on a rocking chair.

They stayed there in silence, the only sound in the room being Gwen's breathing. Raphael paced around, not sure what to do with himself.

“Are you alright?” Gwen asked.

“I should be the one asking you that.” He replied. She chuckled.

“I’m managing, but your pacing around is making me nervous.” Raphael walked towards her and she held one of his hands, and kissed his fingers. “Everything will go well, my love.”

“I know.” He sighed. He didn’t want to worry or care about this as much as he did, but the thought of either of them dying put some fear into him.

Raphael was taken out of his thoughts by the arrival of Korilla, alongside the midwife. The woman was also an old dwarf and she had brought along her assistant, an elven maiden.

The women explained how things would go on from now and politely asked Raphael to leave.

“No.” He said.

“Sir, please understand that it would be better if you stayed outside.” The elf tried to reason. Raphael took a step back and placed a hand on Gwendolyn’s shoulder. Before he could rebuke, she spoke up.

“I think they’re right, Raphael.”

“What?”

“Look, things are going to get messy, and we all know how you don’t like chaos. Besides, I don’t want you hovering around these ladies and trying to bark orders at them if anything went slightly wrong.” She told him.

“Are you sure?”

Gwen nodded. “I promise they’ll call you as soon as the baby arrives.” He sighed but obliged.

Raphael waited outside, to what felt like hours. He even had time to change his clothes. As he heard the screaming from inside, he couldn’t help but want to barge in and see whatever the hell was going on. But, alas, he remained outside.

After only the gods knew how long, the screaming stopped and the door opened. The elf smiled at him. “Come in.”

He walked past her, looked at Gwendolyn. She was still sitting on the rocking chair, though by the look of where the blood was, she had not given birth there. Her purple hair clung to her sweaty forehead. In her arms, she held the babe, who was wrapped in cloth. She gave the child a tired smile.

Raphael walked towards them. “It’s a girl.” She said, in a raspy voice. Gwen raised her arms towards him, and he was able to take a better look.

The girl’s skin seemed to lean more on Gwen’s color, pink. She didn’t have much hair, so they would have to wait to figure out the color. He could see two small stumps on her forehead, that one day would grow into proper horns. She was asleep, so later he would figure out the color of her eyes.

With a careful finger, he gently rubbed her cheek. “Have you thought of a name?” He asked Gwen. They had discussed names previously but hadn’t arrived at a conclusion.

She nodded. “I think… something to homage my mother, without giving her the same name. Maybe…Natahlia.” She paused for a moment. “I know it’s very human sounding but-”

Raphael interrupted her. “If that is what you wish, then Natahlia it is.”

…

It was late at night. Gwen had finally put Natahlia to sleep. The two weeks since her birth, the girl had been very vocal. Because of his duties as Archdevil Supreme, he hadn’t had the opportunity to spend as much time with his newborn, which caused a conflict between him and his wife, who was stressed from taking care of the child.

Due to that, when Natahlia suddenly began crying, Raphael told Gwen to stay in bed while he walked towards the crib.

Now that it had been some time since she was born, some of her features were slightly different. For once, her skin had darkened to a more red, raspberry color. She was a big baby, with chubby cheeks, but he could already tell she had his nose. The small tuft of hair she had was a dark shade of purple.

He picked her up, shushing her. She kicked her little legs, still crying as he rocked her up and down.

“Shh…you have to go back to sleep, little lady, before your mother awakens again.” He whispered to her. “You have a grand legacy to carry on, my heir. But do not fret, under my guidance, you’ll do great things.”

She began to calm down, looking at him with big eyes, which were both blue, the same shade as the one blue eye Gwen had. Most lords would have preferred a boy, but he had secretly wished she’d be a girl, one that would be as beautiful as her mother.

He smirked and began to lower her back on the crib. Once he fully settled her down, she started to cry again. Raphael sighed and gently rocked the crib.

“Maybe you’ll prefer a song.” He said, putting a finger on her wet cheek. “How was that one your mother sang?”

He thought for a moment, remembering the lyrics and began. The lullaby had been originally written in infernal, which was how he sang it, but the translation to common was this:

The carnation fought the rose

Underneath a balcony

The carnation left hurt and the rose shattered

The carnation got sick, and the rose visited him

The carnation fainted and the rose started to cry

It was not one he particularly enjoyed much, but it got the job done, and soon, Natahlia was fast asleep again. As he looked at her belly gently raising and falling, he couldn’t help but genuinely smile. His legacy would live on.

#raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael x gwen #oc: gwendolyn gray #dad!phael #my writing #baldur's gate 3 #not tav #also i might take some time to post it on AO3 due to somethings that have happened

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deathblacksmoke · 5 months

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Dramamine—Part 1

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo

Series Summary: Cynical, brooding bartender Nick meets too-earnest, pretty boy singer Noah when The Rabbit’s Foot starts hosting an open mic night.

CW: Descriptions of a panic attack, vague angst, Nick is kind of a dick (but we love him anyway!)

*Content warnings will be updated by chapter*

Word Count: 1.2K

Taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @monotoniscreaming / @agravemisstake / @iknownothingpeople

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future fics!

Author’s Note: Thank you @darksigns-exe for planting this seed, thank you @ladyveronikawrites for the beta, thank you @concretenoah and @circle-with-me for allowing me to talk about this shit constantly. This series, to me, is a big bad scary thing. I’ve been mulling it for a while. Feedback is appreciated but please be gentle with me 🤍

dividers by @cafekitsune 💐

“Tuesdays are our worst nights. We don’t even have a stage.”

When Jolly had floated the idea of an open mic night 2 weeks ago, Nick had thought it was a joke. Open mic night, sure, perfect idea for a Tuesday night in an almost-failing dive.

Bud thinks it’s a good idea, he’d said. Bud hasn’t been into the bar on a Tuesday in months, hasn’t shown up at all in almost as long. He has no idea what a ghost town this place can be—always is on Tuesday nights. Nick had agreed, but he was clearly being funny. Can no one sense his tone anymore?

“We moved some tables. It’ll be fine,” Jolly says, and Nick just has to laugh. Moved some tables. “Not so empty tonight, is it? Look around you, Nicholas, we’re full. Gavin’s turning people away at the door.”

He can’t imagine why anyone is being turned away—in front of him, he only sees mostly empty bar stools and a couple of unoccupied tables. A little busier than their typical Tuesday night, sure, but he’s still not impressed.

“Gavin’s a fucking idiot.” Nick says, shaking his head, resigning himself to the idiocy that is this night. “These fucks better tip cash or I’ll deck someone.”

He doesn’t know how many more Alanis Morrissette covers he can handle. The spoken word is worse. The Bob Dylan impersonator was unbearably painful. The recorder felt a little bit like a joke, and if it was, it was his favorite performance of the night.

He hates open mic nights. He took the job here 8 years ago specifically because it’s the exact type of dump that doesn’t buy into this shit. He hates it when he’s proven wrong. He’ll demand he be able to pre-screen everyone for next week, if god forbid Jolly allows this to continue.

He does have to admit the tips have been good—he may even be able to fill his tank—but when Folio comes out of the back with a glass full of offending green leaves, Nick has to take a deep breath to keep himself from losing his mind.

More changes. More tiny, stupid changes that won’t do anything to actually improve the direction that this bar is heading. All of Nick’s perfectly-reasonable suggestions have gone ignored, but sure, mint will revive the place.

“What are you doing with mint?” Nick scoffs, and Folio has the nerve to laugh at him.

“Jolly said that Bud wants us to be able to make mojitos. The new crowd brought in by the open mic night might want them.”

“This is a dive bar. I’m not making mojitos.”

“No one even orders—”

Nick’s attention is taken elsewhere when a soft-looking, long-haired, too-tall, pretty-faced boy with a guitar shows up on the stage. Rather, the special spot of the floor where tables used to be.

Nick’s first thought is that he doesn’t belong in a place like this. He’s off-put by the buzzy feeling in his tummy about it and pushes it away. He can’t focus on that. When the boy introduces himself, painfully earnest, Nick is too zoned out to catch a name. Instead, he’s focused on the way his pretty lips move dangerously close to the microphone.

The first chords played take him out of his thoughts.

The melody bubbles up a feeling he hasn’t felt in a long time. 706 days, not that he’s counting. When he starts singing, Nick’s stomach drops and his head spins.

Traveling, swallowing, dramamine—

He’ll be sick. He can’t see anything. He can’t breathe.

“Folio, watch the bar. I’ll be—” Nick starts to storm off, “—just watch it for me, okay?” he yells, not bothering to wait for an affirmative or consider the fact that Folio couldn’t make more than a Jack and Coke if he tried. He has to get the fuck out of here.

He slams through the front door to see Gavin in front of a short line of people, flirting with a girl who can’t be 21 years old. He should have gone out back, but he can’t bring himself to even scoff, taking a hard left and slipping into an alleyway.

His legs give out beneath him—he slumps against the brick wall, hard against his back. He can’t catch his breath and his vision is blacking.

He can still hear the song playing through the walls, cursing the fact that of course the better sound system last year was Nick’s one suggestion that actually went through. He closes his eyes and he sees hers. The only thing he can focus on as he gasps for air is keeping his eyes open.

He remembers what that useless therapist told him about breathing into a paper bag. He thinks now that it sounds ridiculous, but he’s going to lose consciousness and he has a $20 in his wallet that he really can’t afford to lose.

He finds a nasty, grease-soaked bag on the ground by his feet. He pushes thoughts away of any diseases he could contract when he closes the opening around his nose and mouth. Normal breathing. In, out. Thank god the music has stopped. In, out, in, out. 12 breaths. He feels foolish, but a little less like he’s going to die on the ground of this alley tonight, and his vision is clearing.

He sits for a moment and really laments the fact that he can’t go back in there. He can’t go back in there and pretend he wasn’t breathing in someone else’s old burger on the wet ground of an alleyway, but Folio can’t make a drink and he needs those tips.

“You okay, man?” Folio asks, clapping him on the back when Nick sneaks back in behind the bar.

Every once in a while, the sunshiny persona of the barback Nick never asked for nor needed almost has the ability to bring a smile to his face, but right now it takes all his might to not cringe away from the touch.

“All good, Folio, thanks.”

He shifts his eyes to see Jolly putting the mic stand away, moving tables back, and table after table of unfamiliar faces leaving the bar. No more tips tonight, but he’s grateful for the impending peace and quiet of a now normal Tuesday night at The Rabbit’s Foot.

He sees the singer approaching the bar and he finds it difficult to make eye contact.

“ID,” Nick says, without so much as a hello. He can tell he’s old enough but he wishes he’d caught his name, and this way he doesn’t have to ask. Noah Sebastian Davis, he reads. Brown eyes. 6’3”. 1995. Too pretty. “What can I get for you?”

“Can I have a mojito?” Noah asks, cringing when Nick barely tries and ultimately fails to hide his scoff.

“No mint,” he says, but Noah points to the little container Folio had brought out earlier. Nick picks up the dish, handing it off to Folio. “Little prank. It’s spinach.”

Noah narrows his eyes. Too pretty.

“I’m not making you a mojito, pretty boy. It’s after 11, you can have a beer. Cash only.”

Noah rolls his eyes but smiles anyway. It’s a little too toothy and it makes Nick’s stomach swoop. “I have cash. Yuengling is fine.”

“That I can do,” Nick says, pushing away the butterflies when he hands the bottle off and their fingers touch.

#bad omens fic #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens rpf #nick ruffilo fic #nick ruffilo fanfiction #nick ruffilo rpf #nicholas ruffilo fic #nicholas ruffilo fanfiction #nicholas ruffilo rpf #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian fanfiction #noah sebastian rpf #noah sebastian x nick ruffilo #noah sebastian x nicholas ruffilo #deathblacksmoke works #fic: dramamine

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upat4amwiththemoon · 2 years

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Protector

Summary: Be the person you needed as a kid.

Pairing: big sister!Yelena Belova x teen!female!reader, Natasha Romanoff x Yelena Belova

Warnings: google translated Russian, violence, Red Room abuse, some angst

Word count: 9840

a/n: I just watched Black Widow and fell in love with Yelena again so here’s a fic for her <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

The picking of the run down Budapest apartment’s door Y/N and Yelena have been staying in makes her perk up immediately. The older widow would never pick the lock, she has the only key to the door with her.

She stands up quietly from the couch, climbing up to the beam on the roof with a help of a cabinet. Holding a knife tightly in her hand, she stays as still and quiet as she can. The door opens after a bit of struggling. Very light footsteps start walking around the apartment.

Y/N puts a hand over her mouth, holding her breath. A red headed woman steps into the living room. She’s pointing a gun forward, checking every corner. The woman doesn’t look familiar to Y/N. It’s not one of the widows coming to get her.

Jumping off the beam, Y/N lands on top of the woman’s shoulders, taking her by surprise and giving her an advantage. She wraps her legs around the woman’s head after kicking the gun away from her, and starts swinging the knife around.

However, the woman is more capable than Y/N originally thought. She throws her to the ground, but Y/N lands on her feet. She tries to go for the knife, but the woman is quicker. So while she slashes it around, Y/N dodges and fights back with punches and kicks.

She gets a few good ones in, until the knife slices her face. Y/N groans, losing her footing which gives the woman a chance to push her against a wall, trapping her.

“Who are you?”

“Я мог бы задать тебе тот же вопрос.” Y/N struggles against the woman, but the knife touching her neck stills her. “What are you doing in my house?” Her accent is strong as she stares at Natasha. (I could ask you the same question.)

“Your house? This isn’t y-“

“Hands off of her.” They both turn to see Yelena in the doorway, pointing a gun towards them. “I won’t tell you again, Natasha, let her go.”

Slowly, Natasha lets go of Y/N. She steps away from her and raises her hands slightly, showing she doesn’t want any trouble.

“У тебя все нормально?” Yelena keeps her eyes locked on Y/N, going up and down to see if anything wrong. When she nods, Yelena turns back to Natasha. “Why are you here?” (Are you okay?)

“Put the gun down and we can talk.”

“Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.” Yelena squints her eyes, taking a step forward. “And put the knife down.” Natasha rolls her eyes, but at the end of the day, she does as Yelena says. She didn’t come here to fight. “Come here, Y/N.”

“She’s the one who attacked me, you know that right?” Natasha watches as the young girl walks over to the blonde.

“She doesn’t know you.” Yelena mutters, moving Y/N’s head around. She gasps seeing blood on her cheek. “You cut her!”

“She attacked me!”

“I don’t care.” Yelena mumbles some curses under her breath while checking if Y/N has any other cuts or bruises on her body. “Hurting children.” She mumbles and clicks her tongue.

“I’m fine, Lena.” Y/N glances at Natasha, who is staring at the duo. She sees the care and softness in the way Yelena touches her. The way she’s genuinely worried about her. “She’s an Avenger, yes? The one you talked about.” Y/N whispers to Yelena.

“Yes.”

“Why is she here?”

“Great question.” Yelena takes her hand away from Y/N. “Why are you here?”

Natasha walks to the kitchen and slams vials of red dust to the table. Y/N turns to look at Yelena with wide eyes.

“Why did you bring those here?” Yelena takes a step forward, her voice loud. “Go clean your cut and I’ll deal with this.” She glances at Y/N before going to the kitchen.

Y/N sighs, going to the bathroom to leave the two adults alone. She grabs a bottle of alcohol and pours it straight to her cheek. She grits her teeth together from the sting. Grabbing a piece of paper and wetting it, Y/N cleans up the blood that has gone all over her cheek. The cut isn’t too deep, but it sill hurts. She puts the alcohol back and takes a bandaid, sticking it over her cut.

Her mind goes back to the vials that Natasha brought back. She didn’t want to see them ever again, she thought it was over now, that the Avengers would destroy the Red Room. But it seems like she’ll never be able to get away from it.

Suddenly a loud bang can be heard. Y/N grabs a smaller knife from her boot when she hears people descending from the floor on top of them. She presses her back against a wall next to the door, her heart beating quickly. The grip on the knife is tight.

She takes a deep breath and opens the bathroom door quietly. The whole apartment is foggy. When she steps outside the room, someone grabs her arm and pulls her away, putting a hand over her mouth. She calms down instantly when Yelena shushes her.

Yelena flips something so all the lights explode, pushing and pulling Y/N with her, dodging all the bullets flying towards them.

Natasha appears next to them. “Where are we going?” They start running up the stairs.

“Motorbike!” Yelena still hasn’t let go of Y/N’s arm. “East side of the building.” They continue running, at times ducking to dodge the bullets coming through the windows.

When they finally get to the roof, Yelena slams the door open. They run as fast as they can, very aware of the widow running behind them. Yelena finally lets go of Y/N when they slide down a roof. They jump to a pillar, holding onto it tightly as Natasha frees it and starts pushing it away.

When the widow reaches them, the pillar is already too far, so she jumps. Natasha grabs her hand. “I got you!” But her hand slips and the widow falls.

“Watch out!” Yelena covers Y/N’s head when the pillar crashes to a building and the two go through a window. “Are you okay?” Yelena helps Y/N up, quickly brushing all the glass away from her body.

“Yeah. Are you?”

“Of course, come on now.” Yelena starts jogging down the stairs, Y/N coming right after her. When they step outside, a dead widow and distraught Natasha is all they see. With a scowl, Yelena puts one of the vials back. “Do you believe me now?”

“How many others?” Natasha is on her knees.

“Enough.”

Natasha gets up slowly, giving the dead widow one last change before walking past Yelena and Y/N. “We need to go.”

The trio start running again. When they near the row of motorbikes, Natasha glances at Yelena. “Which one’s yours?”

“Black. Brown seat.” Yelena stops next to her motorbike, patting down all of her pockets. “Where are my keys?” That’s when Natasha shows the keys. “Сука.” She mumbles hopping onto the bike after Natasha.

Y/N starts hot wiring a motorbike next to them, hopping on right when it starts. “Go, go! I’ll come right after you.” She yells out when she notices Natasha and Yelena still haven’t left.

Yelena grumbles, but doesn’t get to say any complaints as Natasha starts driving. Y/N starts driving right after them, trying to get away from the tank that appeared out of nowhere.

They drive through a small alley to get away from it, only to be followed by a widow on a motorbike. “Shit.” Y/N mumbles to herself, going faster to catch up with Yelena and Natasha.

Just in time they drive in front of a tram, cutting off the widow. Their bikes slam to a bridge, making them fall to another street, on top of a car.

Y/N groans and Yelena is quick to help her up. The owner of the car gets out to check if they’re okay, but Yelena steals it using her gun.

“You can’t just steal a guy’s car.” Natasha chastises while getting into the driver’s seat. Y/N jumps to the back and Yelena is already seated on the passenger seat.

“So you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”

“The damage is already done!” Y/N shouts from the back. “Get going.”

Natasha backs the car, crashing into someone else’s car. “Okay, any time now, please.” Yelena hurries.

“Shut up, both of you.” Natasha slams the accelerator down and starts driving away from the widow that finally caught up to them. At times they have to duck from the bullets flying towards them, breaking the windows.

Yelena glances behind, making sure Y/N is still intact. “Okay, you got a plan or shall we just duck and cover?” She turns to look at Natasha.

“Yeah, my plan was to drive us away.” Natasha’s eyes stay glued to the road. She swerves left and right so she doesn’t hit anything on the road.

“That’s a shit plan.” Suddenly Yelena takes hold of the wheel and jerks it around, so the car rotates 180. Y/N yelps from the sudden movement. Yelena kicks off the door, successfully knocking the widow down. “You’re welcome.” Natasha rotates the car over, continuing her reckless driving for a while before the tank almost slams into them. “Oh shit, he’s back.”

The tank continues slamming into other cars while trying to reach them. Natasha notices the Taskmaster pop up from the tank, readying a bow. “Put your seatbelt on.”

“You’re such a mom.” Yelena grumbles, but nonetheless puts on her seatbelt.

“You too, Y/N.” Y/N huffs out a breath of air and puts on the seatbelt.

An exploding arrow causes the car to fly into the air and flip around. Y/N holds onto the car seat tightly, holding her eyes closed as her head trasher around. The car, that’s now upside down, slides down the stairs to a subway station.

Natasha gets out of the car first, helping Yelena out right away. “Natasha, no.” She grunts. “I think I’m bleeding. I’m…” Grabbing a cloth, she tries to treat the wound, but Natasha stops her.

“No. Not now, trust me.”

Yelena drops the cloth. “Get Y/N out.”

Natasha turns back to the car, seeing Y/N hanging upside down. “Put your hands on the roof, I’m going to release your seatbelt.” She does as Natasha says, dropping down a bit gentler when the seatbelt opens. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, yes. Lets go.”

Yelena grabs Y/N’s arm and they starts running through the crowd of people, following Natasha. They slide down the middle of an escalator. A shield flies after them, getting stuck to a pillar. The trio run to an opening, leaving Yelena’s blood there before going up to a vent.

Yelena groans, laying on her back tightening a cloth over her wound. “You okay?” Natasha asks, watching her.

“Yeah. Great plan.” Yelena sits up, going next to Y/N. “I love the part where I almost bled to death.”

Y/N snickers. “Так драматично.” (So dramatic.)

Yelena flicks Y/N’s arm, glaring at her. “This is cozy.” She looks around the small vent.

“Barton and I spent two days hiding out up here.”

Y/N turns to look at Yelena. “Another Avenger?” She whispers her question so Natasha wouldn’t hear, slightly embarrassed she doesn’t know the world’s mightiest heroes.

Nodding, Yelena gives Y/N a small smile. “That must have been fun.” She goes back go the conversation. She stares at the hangman and tic-tac-toe games drawn to the wall.

“Who the hell is that guy.”

“Dreykov’s special project.” Y/N’s whole body shivers from the man’s name alone. She hates how much power he still has over her. “He can mimic anyone he’s ever seen. It’s like fighting a mirror. Dreykov only deploys him for top-priority missions.”

“This doesn’t make any sense.” Natasha mumbles in the middle of Yelena’s talk.

“Well, the truth rarely makes sense when you omit key details.”

“What is that supposed to mean.” The two stare at each other. The direction the conversation seems to be headed to, Y/N decides it’d be best for her to stay out of it. They’re sisters after all, or almost, she somehow remembers Yelena explaining the situation.

She shuffles away from Yelena, going to inspect the drawing’s closer. She touches the marks gently, wondering what it’d be like to stay in these vents for days.

“Y/N.” She turns to look at Yelena. “Everything okay?” She hums and nods. “Lets go then.”

Natasha, Yelena and Y/N walk into a small store in a gas station. “The Red Room’s still active. Where is it?” Natasha asks.

“I have no idea.” Yelena goes straight to the medicine shelf. “He moves location constantly. And every widow is sedated on entry and exit for maximum security.” She picks up a pack of ibuprofen.

Y/N looks around the snacks and drinks while the two talk. She isn’t really interested in their conversation, her legs feel like they could give out any minute and her head hurts.

Picking up a bag of chips and a bottle of water, before going to the cash register. She gives him a five dollar bill Yelena gave her. She goes outside to wait for the two, needing fresh air. Opening her water bottle, she takes a few sips, trying to ignore the very hurtful words flying around the store. To her Yelena and Natasha don’t seem very close. But what would she know, families aren’t her forte.

Yelena gets out of the store. She throws her arm over Y/N’s shoulders, patting her arm. “We haven’t had this much fun in a while, huh?”

“I would not call this fun.”

“What? Why not? This is very exciting.” Y/N hums, shrugging Yelena’s hand off of her. “Hey, what’s going on?”

“Nothing. Just tired.”

Before Yelena can say anything, Natasha steps out of the store. “Lets keep moving.” Without another word, Y/N starts following her, Yelena sulking behind her.

During their walk to a small diner, the sky turns dark and the street lights turn on. Y/N keeps her head up, trying to see the stars. Yelena and her go sit down to an outside area while Natasha goes inside.

Yelena winces as she pours alcohol on her wound. Y/N stares at Natasha setting down two bottles of beer, in front of herself and Yelena, and a soda to Y/N.

“That gas, the counteragent, it was synthesized in secret by an older widow from Melina’s generation.” Yelena starts talking when Natasha sits down. Y/N remembers her talking about mama Melina, how they were a family. “I was on the mission to retrieve it, and she exposed me and I killed the widow that freed me.”

“Did you have a choice?”

“What you experienced was psychological conditioning. I’m talking about chemically altering brain functions. They’re two completely different things. You’re fully conscious, but you don’t know which part is you. I’m still not sure.”

When Natasha stands up to treat Yelena’s wound, Y/N turns to look the other way. Her eyes are stinging, but she doesn’t let any tears fall. She’s doesn’t want to be weak. Yelena has always been so much better at being vulnerable, telling Y/N many times it’s a good thing to show emotions. But she doesn’t know how.

Y/N doesn’t know who she is. She isn’t sure if she’s a good person. Maybe everything she did in the Red Room was actually something she wanted to do. Maybe she’s a bad person. It’s hard to tell. She doesn’t know what being independent is like, to make decisions on her own or build a personality. It’s all unknown.

Natasha sits back to her own seat. “Did you ever look for your parents? Your real ones?” Yelena asks as she stares at the children playing.

“Well, my mom abandoned me in the street like garbage. What about you?”

Y/N turns to look at Yelena. They have never talked about their real families. “They destroyed my birth certificate, so I reinvented it. My parents still live in Ohio. My little sister lives with me,” she glances at Y/N. “and my big sister moved out west.”

“Is that right?” Natasha smirks, holding the bottle close to her face. Yelena explains the story she made up about Natasha, how she’s a teacher and has her own family. It makes Natasha laugh. “That is not my story.”

“What is your story?”

Natasha shakes her head. “I never let myself be alone long enough to think about it.” She stays quiet for a while before turning to look at Y/N. “What about you? Your family?”

Yelena turns to look at her as well. Both of their gazes on her make her nervous. She shrugs, looking at the table as she plays with her fingers. “I don’t know. All I know is Dreykov and the Red Room.” Natasha hums.

“Did you ever wish for kids?” Yelena asks to change the subject, recognizing that Y/N is uncomfortable. “I want a dog.” She comments when Natasha stays quiet. “But no more kids, this one is enough.” She chuckles and points towards Y/N, who only rolls her eyes at the comment.

“Where are you two gonna go?”

“I don’t know.” Yelena stares at the table. “We don’t really have anywhere to go back to, so I guess anywhere.” She lifts her head to look at Natasha leaning closer to the table. “Don’t.”

“Don’t what?”

Yelena laughs. “You’re going to give me some big hero speech, I can feel it.”

“Speeches aren’t really my thing.” Yelena hums. “It was more like an invitation.” Y/N turns to look at Natasha as well, curious about her proposal.

“To go to the Red Room and kill Dreykov?”

“Yeah.”

“Even though the Red Room is impossible to find and Dreykov is too slippery to kill?” Natasha nods. “That sounds like a shitload of work.”

“Yup.” Natasha sighs with a smile. “Could be fun, though

“Yup.” Yelena turns to Y/N. “What do you say?”

Humming, Y/N glances at Yelena. “I suppose. We don’t have a lot of choices, do we?”

“Nope.”

Natasha grins. “I saw where he put the keys.”

“Top drawer, green cabinet.” Yelena smiles, clinking her bottle with Natasha’s before taking a sip.

“So, who is she?” Natasha glances at the mirror over her, seeing Y/N sleeping over the backseats. “She’s young.”

“Yeah.” Yelena looks out the window. “She was in the Red Room with me, been there since she was a baby.” She sighs with a frown. “We were on the same mission, she was my back up I guess, behind me all the time. So when the gas hit me, the first thing I noticed was her pointing a gun towards me.” Chuckling, Yelena glances at Y/N.

“And you used the gas on her?”

“After a small fight, yes.” She looks at Natasha. “I wanted to be someone who could protect her, a big sister, because I really needed my sister at her age.”

Natasha stays quiet, her eyes on the road and jaw clenched. She does regret leaving Yelena behind, but she doesn’t know how long she could’ve handled staying there. Not that she was even a big help for Yelena in the Red Room, they didn’t do missions together after Ohio.

“I’m sure she’s grateful to have you.” Natasha says quietly.

Yelena hums. “She saved me just as much as I saved her. We’re a good pair.”

“She seems so quiet, considering you’re such a blabber mouth.”

“What?” Yelena has an offended look on her face. “I am not a blabber mouth.” She shakes her head with a frown. With a sigh, she looks down at her vest. “You know, this is the first piece of clothing I’ve ever bought for myself.” Her thumbs are under the vest, lifting it up.

Natasha laughs to herself, just a second ago Yelena was arguing she’s not a blabber mouth and here she is talking again. She glances at the vest. “That?”

“Wakey, wakey!” Yelena shakes Y/N’s shoulder, waking her up. “We are here.”

Grumbling, Y/N sits up. “Where’s here?” She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.

”I don’t know.” Yelena shrugs, pulling Y/N out of the car. “In the middle of nowhere, getting a jet so we could get to Alexei.”

“Alexei? Your dad Alexei?”

“Yup.” Yelena holds Y/N’s hand as they walk behind Natasha through the woods. She likes to have her close, especially when she’s worried about her. “We are breaking him out of prison.”

“Fun.” Y/N says with absolutely no emotion.

Yelena laughs. “Come on, it’ll be exciting! Doing things together.”

They can hear Natasha groan out of annoyance when they walk into a clearing. “I said we needed a jet.”

A man comes out of a very crappy looking helicopter, Rick Mason, the one who let Yelena and her live in the Budapest apartment. “Yeah, you know what you didn’t give me? Time. Or money. I’m not made of jets.”

“That’d be inconvenient.” Y/N mumbles to herself.

“I thought you were supposed to be the best. Like a real pro.” Yelena teases, walking closes to the helicopter.

“Oh, I beg your pardon, tsarina. Was the free flat and lifetime supply of kissel for you and your kid not to your liking?”

“Ha.”

“Don’t let her wind you up.” Natasha grins.

“No, I take exception to impugning my professionalism.” He looks at the trio. Yelena is going towards the front window while Natasha checks out the back. Y/N is standing still in the middle.

“Well, you did set me up with a generator that crapped out after six hours.”

Rick scoffs. “You too, huh? Tag team.” He turns to look at Y/N. “And you? Do you have something to complain about.” His voice isn’t actually mean or demeaning, it’s more playful.

“I’ll make a list.”

“Ah, right.” He laughs. “At least she’s organized.”

“Aw, he’s sensitive.” Yelena stares at the window. “See why you keep him around.” Y/N goes to stand next to her as she breathes against the window, creating fog.

Rick slings a big back to the ground, which makes Yelena excited. “Ooh.” She starts rummaging through it. Grabbing a granola bar, she opens the wrapper.

“Oh, I stashed that like, five years ago.” Yelena still puts it in her mouth. “How is it?”

“It’s dry.” Yelena continues eating the bar. “It’s really dry.” First she lifts Y/N inside the helicopter, then she hops in herself with a grunt. “You want a piece?”

“Mm, no.” Y/N sits down to a bench, cringing at the coldness and hardness of it.

Yelena sits right next to her. “What’s going through your head, hm? You have been quiet.” She leans against the wall, staring at Y/N. “I’m worried.”

“I have just…been thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

Y/N shrugs. “Will you l-“

The slamming of the bag interrupts Y/N. Natasha steps inside and Rick closes the door. “Lets get going then. Yelena, I need you in the front.”

Yelena glances at Y/N, who has already put her attention to something else. With a sigh, she goes to the copilot seat.

“Y/N, here are some headphones.” Natasha straightens her hand towards her, still keeping the other hand on the helicopter’s controls.

Y/N grabs the headset with a mic and puts them on, hearing static for a while. “We are ready to go.” Yelena says, looking at the tablet in her hands.

“Today is your lucky day, Alexei.” Yelena shows Natasha the tablet. “Move to the door on the south wall.” Natasha keeps giving instructions to Alexei, at times glancing at the tablet while still flying the helicopter. Y/N doesn’t really pay any mind to it, not that she’d be able to do anything from her position.

“Y/N! To the front. Help me fly.” Yelena yells. Y/N stands up, switching places with Natasha, who opens the helicopter door and jumps out. “Such a poser.”

“Doesn’t that hurt her knees?” Y/N watches Natasha move and fight, holding onto the other controls.

”That’s what I’ve been saying!” Yelena shakes her head. They flinch when the guards start shooting at the helicopter. An alarm goes off. Yelena starts moving it around, the end dipping very close to Natasha at one point. “Sorry!” She lifts up a thumb to Natasha. “We’re all doing a really good job.”

“Do you know how to fly this thing?” Y/N holds on to the side.

“Yes!” She grunts as a bigger gun starts shooting the sides. “Okay, enough of this. Y/N, hold it steady.”

Y/N holds the helicopter as steady as she can while Yelena shoots a rocket launcher. “That was not a smart thing to do.” She mumbles.

Yelena turns to look at the mountains. A big avalanche starts coming towards the prison. “Whoa.” She chuckles. “This would be a cool way to die.”

“I can think of many way cooler ways.” Y/N mumbles, staring at the avalanche. She doesn’t like the cold, having lived her whole life in cold places.

When Natasha yells at them to get everyone out of there, Yelena starts moving the helicopter around again.

Natasha grabs onto the rope hanging on the helicopter, swinging around as Yelena does her best to avoid the explosions and the oncoming avalanche. Just in time, Natasha gets hold of Alexei and Yelena flies them away.

She laughs. “Yes!” Turning to look at Y/N, Yelena grins. “That was amazing! Did you see that?” Y/N hums with a slight smile. Yelena being happy makes her feel better. “Do you want to stay on front? Now that Alexei’s here.”

“Yes, please.”

Natasha goes to sit down to the side bench, putting on the headset, while Alexei leans out and yells in Russian. When he is done, he slams the door closed. “Oh, that was exciting.” He breathes heavily. “I’m so proud of you girls.” Glancing at Y/N, he grins. “Even you, unknown girl.” The tree of them stay quiet. “Oh, you can’t hear me, huh?” Alexei says louder this time. He puts on a headset while laughing. “Wow.” Yelena punches him in the face out of nowhere, which makes Y/N want to laugh, but she stifles it. Alexei groans. “Okay. Why the aggression, huh? Is it your time of the month?”

“I don’t get my period, dipshit. I don’t have a uterus.”

“Or ovaries.” Natasha comments from the back.

“Yeah.” Yelena continues. “That’s what happens when the Red Room gives you an involuntary hysterectomy. They kind of just go in and they rip out…” she animates the ripping out with her hands. “…all of your reproductive organs. They just get right in there and they chop them all away.” She pretends as if she’s chopping. The whole description makes Y/N cringe, it’s not something she likes to think about. “Everything out. So you can’t have babies.”

“Okay, okay. Okay! Okay!” Alexei sits down. “You don’t have to get so clinical and nasty.”

“Oh, well I was about to talk about fallopian tubes, but okay.”

“It means so much to me that you came back for me.”

“No, no.” Natasha stops her right away. “You’re gonna tell us how to get to the Red Room.”

“Whoa, look at you, huh? All business.”

“Trust me, this isn’t pleasure.”

When they start talking about the West and Avengers and family, Y/N tunes it out. She isn’t part of the conversation and she’s not going to force herself to be part of it. It’s family business, and she is not included in their family, no matter how dtysfunctioning it is.

She frowns when Alexei reveals he doesn’t know where the Red Room is. This whole mission is starting to feel more and more impossible by the minute.

Yelena notices the defeated look on Y/N’s face. “Hey, we’re going to find it, okay?”

Y/N stays quiet. She keeps her eyes on the front, flying the plane with Yelena. She isn’t sure if she even wants to find the Red Room. That small part of her would just like to turn back and forget the place ever existed, but she knows that’s not possible. There are other girls and women in a position she was in for a long time and no one deserves that.

Even though Yelena would like to ask if Y/N is okay again and again, she knows not to. She’ll come to her on her own time and pushing her will never end well.

“Can we throw him out the window now?” Yelena glances to the back.

“I think we should wait till we get to a higher altitude.”

Yelena nods. “Alright.”

“Почему бы не спросить Мелину, где он?” Alexei asks.

“Wait,” Yelena turns to look at him. “Mom Melina?”

“We thought she was dead.” Natasha comments.

Alexei scoffs. “You cannot kill a fox that swift.” Y/N cringes and Natasha ews at him. “What? She was the scientist, the strategist. I was the muscle. She worked directly for Dreykov far more than I ever did.”

“Wait.” Natasha leans forward. “Are you telling me that Melina is working for the Red Room present day.” Y/N blood runs cold from the thought of going straight to someone who is still in the Red Room, especially so closely.

“She works remotely outside St. Petersburg.”

Yelena lets out a laugh. “Uhh… I don’t think we have enough fuel for St. Petersburg.” Y/N glances at the control panel. They definitely don’t have enough fuel.

“No, we’re good. We’ll make it.”

Y/N looks at Yelena, who shrugs. “Okay.”

The helicopter falls to the ground. Although it was a rather soft fall, Y/N still hit her head a few times on impact. She jumps out of the helicopter right as Natasha slides the door open. Leaning against the helicopter, she takes a few deep breaths to calm the ringing in her ears while the others look at their surroundings.

“You should’ve brought the Avengers superjet.” Alexei breaks the uncomfortable silence.

Natasha stands up from her kneeling position and starts walking, Yelena by her side. Alexei starts walking after them and Y/N behind everyone.

She feels like she’s intruding, so she stays as far away from them as she can. Especially, when Alexei starts running after Natasha. She doesn’t pick up her pace, making it even slower if possible. Y/N notices Yelena trying to look at her, glancing behind every once in a while, being so far ahead.

When Natasha and Alexei stop walking, Y/N stops as well, keeping distance from them as Alexei starts talking to the sisters. She sits to the ground while the three of them hug, or more like Alexei pulls them into him.

Yelena pushes away from him and walks over to Y/N, pulling her up and starting to walk again, now hand in hand. “You’re staying behind.”

“I don’t want to intrude.” Y/N mumbles. She tries to pull her hand away from Yelena’s grasp, but she doesn’t let her.

“You could never intrude.” Y/N hums, leaning towards Yelena when she notices she’s not letting go. “So, are we there yet?” Yelena glances at Alexei.

“You’ll know when we’re there.” Alexei starts snorting, imitating a pig.

The four of them walk up to a wire fence. On the other side of the fence, stands a woman with a gun. Melina, the mother of the family. Her eyes widen for a moment. She didn’t know mama Melina would be that Melina.

Melina looks at all of them for a while, the silence is suffocating, at least for Y/N. She isn’t where she is supposed to be. “Honey, we’re home.” Alexei says rather softly. Melina walks past them, towards a house. “Come on, girls.” He says as they starts following her.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Y/N whispers to Yelena. “I don’t belong here.”

“Of course you do.” Yelena whispers back with a frown. “You belong wherever I go.”

They steps inside the house after Melina. “Welcome to my humble abode. Make yourself at home. Let’s have a drink.” She sighs.

Melina, Natasha and Alexei go all their own way, leaving Yelena and Y/N alone in the dining room. Yelena pulls a chair out for the both of them, gesturing for Y/N to sit. And she does, opposite of her.

Melina comes and sits next to Yelena, while Natasha sits next to Y/N. They all sit in silence as they listen to Alexei’s grunts coming from the bathroom.

“Who are you?” Melina asks, looking at Y/N. “I haven’t seen you before.”

“I’m Y/N. Yelena’s…”

Yelena swallows down a shot of vodka that Melina poured her before continuing. “Sister. She’s my younger sister. I saved her from the Red Room.”

“Right.” Melina downs a shot as well. “I remember now. I was there for your graduation ceremony, yes?”

Yelena and Natasha turns to look at Y/N, who keeps staring at Melina. “Yes.”

“Why?” Yelena moves her eyes between the two.

“I tried to run.”

“And she killed a few of the guards and doctors while trying.” Melina adds. “I was there that day, and Dreykov called me for help.”

“She held me down while the doctors made the procedure. I was conscious the whole time, that was my punishment.” Y/N whispers, turning to look at her hands.

“Jesus.” Natasha mumbles, rubbing her head while Yelena just stares at Y/N. She never told her this, it wasn’t something she wanted to share. It makes her feel so vulnerable and weak. Something she tries not to be, even around Yelena.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Yelena asks. Y/N just shrugs, avoiding her eyes. “We’re supposed to tell each other everything.”

“I didn’t want to.” Y/N mumbles. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Yes it is.”

“Not here Lena, please.” She looks up at Yelena, her eyes big and pleading.

“Fine.” Yelena sighs. “But later.” She commands. Y/N hopes there is no later.

Alexei clears his throat, making everyone turn their heads to look at him. He has a red outfit on. “Still fits.” Melina wolf whistles and starts clapping.

“Oh my God.” Yelena mutters to herself.

“I never washed it once.” Melina starts pouring vodka for Alexei. “Come and drink.”

Alexei starts singing a song, before sitting down and looking at everyone on the table. “Family, back together again. And Y/N.”

Y/N lowers her head and Yelena glares at Alexei. “Y/N is also family.” Alexei raises his hands in mock surrender.

“Seeing as our family construct was just a calculated ruse that only laster three years,” Melina glances at Yelena and Natasha. “I don’t think that we can use this term anymore, can we?”

It all makes the pit inside Y/N’s stomach grow. She doesn’t have a family. Every little thing in her life just keeps reminding her of it. She’ll always be alone at the end of the day.

“Agreed, so here’s what’s gonna happen-“

Natasha starts talking, but Alexei interrupts het by taking food and starting to talk over her. “Okay. A reunion then, huh? And, uh.. I want to say something right off the bat.” He stares at Melina while everyone else is looking at him. “You haven’t aged a day, huh? You’re just as beautiful and as supple as the day they staged our marriage.”

Yelena takes another shot and Natasha cringes at his confession. “You got fat.” Melina mumbles. “But still good.”

“I just got out of prison. I, uh… I have a lot of energy.”

“Please don’t do that.” Natasha shakes her head, almost wanting to block Y/N’s ears who is just cringing in disgust. “So, here’s what’s gonna happen.”

“Natasha, don’t slouch.”

Y/N sighs at the new interruption. If this continues, it’ll take forever until they get into the Red Room. But somehow, she doesn’t mind. In some, very sad, way Y/N likes this. She likes to listen to them bicker and do disgusting things because that’s what *families* do. And she knows this isn’t her family, but for a while, she’d like to pretend otherwise.

“All right, enough. All of you.” Natasha glances at everyone.

“Me and Y/N didn’t say anything. That’s not fair.” Yelena holds a shot glass of vodka. Y/N isn’t sure if that’s her third or fourth one. She wasn’t offered any, Yelena glared at her when she even looked at the bottle. Natasha tries to start talking again, but Melina puts food on Yelena’s plate. “I don��t want any food.”

“Eat a little something.” Melina puts the food on Yelena’s plate before starting to put some on Y/N’s plate as well. “You too. You’re still young and need food.”

“You’re gonna tell us the location of the Red Room.” Natasha says, or commands. Melina nods with a small smile before she starts talking about Santa Claus and fantasies with Alexei.

Y/N glances at Natasha and Yelena, they look annoyed, especially Natasha. She can clearly see Yelena missed this. The way she always talked about them revealed it too, even though she never outright said I miss my family. She fits in. The four of them look like a good family in Y/N’s opinion. It doesn’t make the hurt any easier.

“Finding Dreykov is not a fantasy. If’s unfinished business.”

”You can’t defeat a man who commands the very will of others.” Melina takes a bite of her food. “You never saw the culmination of what we started in America. Nor did you.” She glances at Alexei before standing up.

“Natasha, always focus, focus. Get what you want.” Alexei tells while Melina is away.

Melina comes back with a tablet in her hands. She sits back down an presses some buttons. “Come in.” The front door opens and a pig walks inside, right next to Melina.

“Did that pig just open the door?”

“Yes. It did.” Melina turns to the pig. “Good boy, Alexei. Good boy.”

“You named a pig after me?” Alexei stares at Melina.

“You don’t see the resemblance?” They stare at each other for a while, until Melina turns back to the tablet. “See, he sits just like a dog. Amazing. Now, watch. Stop breathing.” She slides something from the tablet and suddenly the pig is struggling to breathe. “We infiltrated the North Institute in Ohio. It was a front for SHIELD scientists. Actually, it was Hydra scientists at that time. In conjunction with the Winter Soldier project, they had dissected and deconstructed the human brain….”

The more Melina talks, the iller Y/N starts feeling. The sounds of the pig struggling aren’t helping her at all. Her breathing picks up from all the memories Dreykov made her do while she was under the chemical subjugation. She was his dog who would come to him at the sound of a whistle, who’d follow every command.

“What are you doing?” The sound of Natasha’s voice brings her back to the present, but her breaths are still short and her whole body is shaking.

“Oh, I am explaining that the science is now so exact, the subject can be instructed to stop breathing and has no choice but to obey.”

No choice but to obey. Y/N doesn’t know if she even has a choice now. She’s supposed to be free, but she doesn’t feel like it. Maybe it was easier to follow instructions. Maybe she was made to obey those above her.

“Okay, you made your point. That’s enough.”

“Yes, all right. Well, don’t worry, Alexei could’ve survived 11 more seconds without oxygen.” Melina taps the tablet, making the pig able to breathe again. “Good boy. Now, you go back, back home where it’s safe.” The pig stands up and leaves the house. “Good boy, Alexei.” She turns back to the table. “The world functions on a higher level when it is controlled. Dreykov has chemically subjugated agents planted around the globe.”

“And do you know who they test it on?” Yelena asks, looking at Melina.

Melina hums. “No, that’s not my department.”

“Ah, come on, come on. Don’t lie to them.” Alexei says.

“I’m not lying.”

“You’re Dreykov’s architect, huh?”

“What were you?” Melina asks him. “If I was his architect, you were his partner. You were his business partner.”

“No, no, no. I was patsy!” Alexei bangs the table with his fist, startling Y/N, whose senses are still on an overdrive. “He sell me ideology. All the white, bigger-“

“Shut up!” Natasha yells. “You are an idiot.” The table turns silent, Yelena looks like she’s about to cry and Y/N is one yell away from breaking down. “And you’re a coward.” She turns to look at Melina. “You’re a coward. And our family was never real, so there’s nothing to hold on to. We’re moving on.”

Yelena presses her eyes closed, lowering her head. “Never family, huh?” Alexei questions. “In my heart, I am a simple man. And I think for a couple deep undercover Russian agents I think we did pretty great as parents, huh?”

“Yes, we had our orders, and we played our roles to perfection.”

“Who cares? That wasn’t real.” Natasha’s voice is louder than before. It makes Y/N shrink in her seat. The smaller she is, the harder it is to see her.

“What?” Yelena looks at Natasha, tears are threatening to fall.

“That wasn’t real. Who cares?” Natasha repeats.

“Don’t say that.” Yelena’s voice cracks. Y/N doesn’t dare to look at her. She’s afraid one look at Yelena’s sad face will break her. “Please don’t say that. It was real. It was real to me. You are my mother.” She looks at Yelena. “You were my real mother. The closest thing I ever had to one. The best part of my life was fake.” She lets out a deep breath. “And none of you told me.”

The best part of my life, the sentence rings through Y/N’s head. Best part of Yelena’s life was with her family, her real family, not Y/N. She isn’t part of it and she never will be. She’s an outsider desperately trying to squeeze herself inside a family. But she can’t do that, she’ll end up splitting them apart.

She bangs the table softly. “And those agents you chemically subjugated around the globe? That was me and Y/N.” She continues staring at Melina. She turns to look at Natasha. “And you, you got out. Dreykov made sure no one could escape. Are you gonna say anything?” When Natasha stays quiet, Yelena shakes her head. “No.” Melina tries to set her hand on her arm, but she shrugs it off. “Don’t touch me.” Grabbing the vodka bottle, she leaves the dining room.

“Yelena.” Natasha tries to stop her, but she just shakes her head with a no and goes to another room, slamming the door shut.

“I had no idea.” Melina whispers.

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Alexei reassures. “I’ll go talk to her.” Alexei gets up as well, leaving Natasha, Melina and Y/N to the dining table.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” Natasha sets her hand on Y/N’s arm, making her flinch violently. “Hey, hey. It’s just me.” Y/N keeps moving her gaze between Natasha and Melina. It’s getting too much.

“I- I need to go outside.” She whispers. When she stands up, the chair screeches as it goes backwards. She needs to leave, she can’t let them see her. Surely they’d kick her out right away.

“What’s wrong?” Natasha looks worried. Y/N doesn’t know if she’s just faking it, for Yelena’s sake, or if she actually is worried. She shouldn’t be worried. She can’t be.

“I just- no. Nothing. Time.” Y/N takes a deep breath. “Nothing is wrong. I need time. Please.” Her voice cracks as she stares at Natasha, her eyes pleading for her to let it go.

“I don’t know.” She mumbles, glancing at the door where Yelena and Alexei went. “You should go to Yelena.”

“Later.” Y/N whispers before going outside, not wanting to stay inside any longer.

When she steps out the door, Y/N takes a deep breath in, practically shoving the fresh air down her throat. She sits down to the ground, pressing her hands against the small rocks to try to ground herself. She counts the seconds it takes her to breathe in, and out.

Her breathing is more steady now, but it’s very shallow. She draws different shaped to the ground with her finger, leaning her chin onto her knees. Closing her eyes, she listens to the wind that’s picking up and a quiet sound of an engine, but she pays no mind to it.

The deeper she gets inside her mind, the less she notices things around her. Like the wind getting rougher in a fast pace or a whirring sound coming nearer.

Suddenly a very bright light shines directly at her face. Y/N groans, shielding her eyes with her arm. She gets a quick glance of people in dark suits before her world goes black.

Slowly, Y/N opens her eyes. She whines as a bright light is the first thing she notices. She tries to move her hand towards her face, but it’s stuck. Lifting her head up, she sees herself strapped to a table, next to Yelena. A doctor comes near her face, holding a sharpie as he starts drawing on her face.

The feeling of being stuck near doctors makes her heart beat faster. She tries to breathe as slowly as she can, calming herself down.

“Yelena, it’s me. It’s mama.” Melina’s voice is suddenly in her ear. She glances at Yelena, who is still in the same position. “You have a two-inch blade concealed in your beltline. Get you and Y/N out of there.”

“What?” Yelena says out loud, making the doctors look at her. “What are you going to do to me?” The doctor doesn’t answer.

“Outside right hip.” Melina’s voice comes back.

Yelena reaches for the small blade and holds onto it, waiting until the doctor is closer to cut through the straps and kicking him down. She knocks them all down quickly, letting Y/N free as soon as she is ready.

“You okay?” She helps Y/N down from the table, who nods with a small smile. Yelena grabs her vest, putting it on, before they start walking out of the room. “You couldn’t have told me sooner?” Yelena grunts at Melina.

“Don’t throw a fit.” Melina scolds. “There wasn’t time.”

Yelena grabs a few wipes, cleaning the marker off of her face, them turning to wipe it off from Y/N’s. “I can do it myself.” Y/N mumbles, trying to grab the wipe from Yelena.

“Nah ah.” Yelena slaps her hand lightly. “I will do it, because I’m the one who takes care of you and protects you. Do you understand?” Although Y/N thinks Yelena isn’t only talking about cleaning her face, she just nods. “Where did he take the vials?” Yelena asks Melina.

“Probably down to cold storage. Dreykov still has the widows under his control, so you two have to expose them to this antidote.”

“Yeah, sure. Easy.” Yelena and Y/N continue walking down an empty hallway. “Stop.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder, pointing up towards a vent. “We go through here.” When they get up, they start crawling through the small space, Y/N in front. “Why didn’t you tell me about your graduation ceremony?”

Y/N sighs. “Do you really want to do this here?”

“Yes.”

“Yelena-“

“Don’t Yelena me!” She practically hisses. Y/N knows is she could see her face right now, it’d show clear anger. “We’re family, we tell each other the difficult things we’ve been through.”

“But we aren’t.” Y/N mumbles.

“What?” Y/N shushes her, gesturing down to the hallway where guards are walking in a line. “Don’t you think we’re done here.” She whisper yells, which Y/N ignores. They wait until they’re out of sight, before Yelena opens the vent and drops down to Natasha’s fighting pose. “That was disgusting.” She says to herself, whole body shivering.

They sneak up to a lone guard, knocking him out efficiently. Yelena grunts and groans as they pull the guard to the door, using his hand on the scanner to open it.

After a lot of walking, they find the cold storage that’s holding the rest of the vials of antidote. “Melina, I found the location of the vials.”

“I’ve had a slight setback. You’ll need to get to the widows.”

Y/N sighs, but they start moving again. Their best bet is the training room, she just hopes they aren’t too late.

“What did you mean? When you said we aren’t a family.” Yelena holds onto the vials tightly as she walks next to Y/N, matching her speed.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“I don’t care. I’m not giving you a choice.”

“Because you already have a family! You have Melina, Alexei and Natasha. I’m not a part of if and I never will be. Because you’ll leave me now that you’ve found them!” The two of them stop completely. They stare at each other, Y/N taking fast breaths from the outburst.

“Yelena, Y/N, slight change of plan.” Melina’s voice interrupts them. “I completely demolished one of the engines and we are going into a controlled crash.”

“Fantastic.” Yelena mumbles. They start running to the training room, forgetting the revelation for now. “We’re heading go the widows now.” They burst through the door, but the whole room is empty. No widow in sight. “No.” Yelena grabs a grenade from the stand. “Come on, we can still get them.” They start running.

As they run, Y/N sees glances at the familiar hallways and rooms, dread filling her. The quicker they get out of there, the better.

“Here!” Y/N yells for Yelena to follow her. They turn to a room with all the widows and Natasha. Dreykov’s office. “The antidote!”

Yelena throws the grenade towards the widows. It explodes right above them, making the gas spread all over them. She goes straight to Natasha, helping her up. “Are you okay?” She brings her to the side. “That looks like it hurts. Okay. I take out on three, ready?” She pulls the knife without counting. Natasha grunts at the pain. “I’m sorry.”

“Mitä me nyt tehdään?” One of the widows ask. (What do we do now?)

Natasha looks at all of them. “Get as far away from here as possible. You get to make your own choices now.”

An explosion can be heard. “We gotta get outta here. We need to find Dreykov. Are you coming?”

“I’m right behind you.” Natasha assures as the widows, Yelena and Y/N start leaving.

Y/N stares at the group of guard surrounding Dreykov as they get on a helicopter. Yelena is still further away. She can’t wait any longer. She starts running towards them, jumping on top of it on the last minute. Climbing to the engine, she takes out her staff.

Finally Yelena notices her. “No!“ She starts running towards her. “Get down! Don’t you dare do anything.” She yells, trying to get Y/N down.

That’s when Natasha starts running closer as well. “Don’t do it!”

Y/N holds on to the staff. “Thank you for giving me a family!” She yells with a smile before sticking it straight inside the engine.

It all happens so quickly. The engine explodes, sending Y/N flying. With a smile she watches the helicopter and everyone inside it burn. He is gone. He is finally gone. Then, she isn’t falling anymore. At least not at such a high speed. She sees Yelena holding onto her, a parachute on her back.

“Don’t you ever do that again!” Yelena cries. “Do you hear me? I forbid you from doing that ever again.”

“He’s dead.” Y/N breathes out.

Yelena smiles, cradling Y/N’s head in her arms. “He’s dead.” Finally, Y/N cries. She cries as Yelena holds onto her with all her might. Her sobs crack through her body. She presses her face against Yelena’s shoulder.

They hit the ground, but neither of them try to get up. Yelena is laying on her back while Y/N is on top of her. She brushes her fingers through Y/N’s hair as she continues sobbing, letting it all out.

“You’re okay.” Yelena murmurs. “I’m here. I’ll always be here and I’m never leaving you. You are stuck with me now, you hear me?”

“I hear you.” Y/N grips to Yelena’s suit, pressing her face against it. She doesn’t care its dirty, wanting to be as close to Yelena as possible.

Natasha kneels next to them. She puts her hands on either side of Yelena’s face. Yelena smiles, looking up to Natasha. “We’re both upside down.” She whispers.

She starts getting up with a groan, still holding onto Y/N tightly, who has now calmed down. Yelena smiles down to Y/N before moving to be face to face with Natasha. “Прости меня, младшая сестра. I should’ve come back for you.” (Forgive me, little sister.)

“You don’t have to say that. It’s okay.”

“Hey, hey. It was real to me too.” Natasha nods, pulling Yelena closer so their foreheads are touching. “Come on, сестра.” She smiles at Y/N, who stares at the two. “You’re part of the family now.” Natasha pulls Y/N and Yelena up, hugging them both tightly. She kisses the top of their heads, and Y/N just might burst from the happiness she feels. They back away from the hug as Alexei and limping Melina come towards them. “Everybody good?”

“I am clearly injured.” Melina states.

“You got something to say.” Natasha looks at Alexei.

“I’d just mess it up.” Instead, he reaches out to her, grabbing her hand to his own.

Y/N turns her head towards the sound of multiple cars driving closer. “Here comes the cavalry.” Natasha grins slightly.

“So, what’s our plan?”

“You guys go, I’ll stay.” Everyone starts arguing with Natasha, complaining how they fight together and her stubbornness. “You guys, go. Besides, if it can work out with the four, now five, of us, you know, there may be some hope for the Avengers.” She shows a small gap with her fingers. “Little bit.”

“Okay, well, if you’re leaving, then I guess you should take this.” Yelena starts taking her vest off. “I know how much you like it.”

Natasha laughs, taking the vest. “It does have a lot of pockets.”

“Very handy pockets, yeah.”

“He had widows implanted all over the world.” Natasha looks at Y/N and Yelena, giving the latter one last vial of the antidote. “Melina will need to copy the formula, but you two should be the ones to tell them it’s over.”

One of the Red Room planes descends near them. All of the now freed widows come out of it. Yelena walks over to them.

“Hey.” Melina turns to Natasha. “You take care of yourself, okay?”

Natasha grabs Melina’s hand. “Don’t worry, I got this.”

“I know.”

Melina and Alexei walk away, but Y/N stays behind, staring at Natasha. “Thank you.” She whispers.

“Don’t thank me.” Natasha smiles. “You’re in this family now, better get ready to stay in it for the rest of your life. We’re not that easy to get rid of.”

Y/N laughs a teary laugh. She lunges at Natasha, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m ready.” Her voice is mumbled out from pressing her face against her. Natasha laughs, squeezing her tightly before letting go. With one last smile, Y/N walks over to Yelena.

Yelena grabs Y/N’s hand. She looks over to Natasha and whistles. When Natasha whistles back, she smiles and nods. Walking to the plane, hand in hand with Y/N.

They sit down and the plane starts flying.

“Hey, Y/N.” Melina sets her hand on her arm to get her attention. She turns to look at her. “I’m sorry, for what happened in the Red Room.”

“It’s okay.” Y/N smiles. “You were trapped there too.”

“Still,” she rubs her arm in a comforting manner. “I’m sorry. I’m glad Yelena got you out.”

Y/N glances at Yelena, who is sitting next to her, talking to another widow. “Me too. She’s my sister.”

Y/N slams the car door closed, watching as Fanny runs right past her. She walks behind Yelena. The whole car ride there was quiet, Y/N didn’t know what to say, if she even should say anything. She doubts there’s anything that’d help the grief Yelena is feeling. And she’s mourning too, though at times she wonders if she’d allowed to. Anytime those feelings come, though, Yelena seems to be there to remind it’s okay for her to be sad.

Yelena cleans up the grave, while Y/N kneels im front of it. She isn’t sure if her legs would hold her.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter Sister Avenger

Yelena presses her head against the side of the grave. Whistling to it and then pausing, hoping that maybe, just maybe, someone would answer.

She stands and helps Y/N up as well. They stare at the gravestone in silence, until the sound of blowing a nose disturbs them. Turning to look at the person, they see Valentina.

“Wow, sorry.” She sniffles. “I’m allergic to the Midwest. What this woman did, honestly, I can’t even imagine.”

“You’re not supposed to be bothering us on out holiday time, Valentina.” Yelena comments, refusing to look at her.

“Oh, bothering you? Oh, no, no. I’m just here paying my respects.”

Yelena hums, not believing a word that comes out of her mouth. “You know, coming here makes you look desperate.” They laugh, but Yelena turns serious very quickly. “We want a raise.”

“Oh, yeah. You and me both. Believe me, you’re gonna earn it.” Valentina takes out a tablet. “I’ve got your next target. Thought I’d hand-deliver it. Maybe you two would like a shot at the man responsible for your sister’s death.” Yelena takes the tablet, showing it to Y/N as well. “Kind of a cutie, don’t you think?”

Y/N stares at the picture. Clint Barton, an Avenger, the one Natasha was stuck in Budapest with. She turns to look at Yelena, who has mostly a emotionless look on her face, but she can see the fury deep within.

Here they go again.

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