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Not feeling great. Left the vet with Vigo. Heart murmur is at 5/6. He’s gonna be on 2 meds. Hearts enlarged, not a lot of fluid in his lungs atm. The meds should help his heart not work so hard.
The vet said to give him a chance and see bc he’s still eager to eat, drink, walk (though I can’t do that with him anymore not to strain his heart which makes me sad), etc. I’m nervous bc I’ll be away next week. I’ll try to have him see the cardiologist in a month but may have to take him in to the emergency vet sooner.
Frankly I don’t wanna fight it if it gets to that point. I have nothing else I can give. I can't gamble w/ his qualify of life either. I’ll monitor him for this week and see what to do. Vet will call me abt his labs tmrw.
#idk. does anyone want like. a sketch comm? should I do that? should I do that now?#it’s funny I’ve told myself I’ll start selling resin crafts for months bc I need to. but I can barely get out of bed every day#I don’t wanna sound like a sob story.#or a broken record#everything feels like a chore#but everything is on me. emotionally financially everything.#my family tries but ultimately it’s on me.#idk. how much more crushed can a bitch get yk. I’m tired.#xangoeswah
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Glory days- S. Vettel
Sebastian Vettel x wife! Reader
In which you ask your husband to fuck you like he did in your glory days
Warnings?; SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex(plz use protection!), oral(f receiving), fingering(f receiving), dirty talk, ass slapping, degrading, cursing, porn with a small plot, prob many errors & bad grammar 
Part of my 1k celly:)
You blamed the internet for being the reason you were seeking out your husband. The damn tik tok you scrolled upon showing your husband being drowned in champagne by two of his closest friends and then him showing his tongue with his index finger up to the world.
You loved the way Sebastian treated you in the bedroom, there was no doubt about that.
But the video had you missing the RedBull days where he was more wild and would have you pinned against a wall with tears streaming down your face as he spat things at you in German, how he’d tease you for so long you were sobbing and begging for him, the quickies in his drivers room while the entirety of the RedBull team were looking for him.
Finally finding him sat at his desk in the office you snuck up behind him, running your hands down his chest to signal your presence.
“Hi meine Liebe” he smiled taking your hand in his, bringing it to his lips.
“Hi” you greeted back.
Turning around in his chair the man smiled up at you before pulling you onto his lap.
“The girls go down easy?”
“By the second story they were both snoring” he laughed at the thought of his sweet twins fast asleep.
“I’m glad, they love having you put them to bed” you beamed snuggling deep into his chest.
“And I love doing it”
You two sat like that for a minute , his large hand running along your back while he replied to emails he’d been putting off.
“Hey Seb?” Your soft voice broke the comfortable silence.
“Yes darling?”
“Remember the night you won your third championship?” You smirked at the sound of the him taking a sharp breath.
“Of course I do, what about it?” He coughed slightly shifting underneath you.
“Remember how drenched we were in champagne? How you poured it down my chest before licking it up? How you made me come three times in three different ways?”
A cry tore from your throat when his hand slotted in your hair and pulled you from his neck.
“What are you trying to do here Schatz?” He grunted
“I just…We haven’t gone at it like that in a long time, and don’t get me wrong I still love the way you fuck me but I kinda miss us being messy and rough” you spoke looking up at him with his favorite doe eyes.
A growl, an actual growl broke from the mans throat before he smashed his lips against yours, the kiss was hot and sloppy, something familiar but yet forgotten.
His free hand reaching down to grip your hip, pulling you so close you could feel his chest moving in and out against your own.
“Seb” you panted pulling away from his lips.
“What?”
“I need you, please. I need you to fuck me so hard that I don’t remember my own name-like you used to.” You begged the blonde.
Without anymore pleading he slipped his hands under your thighs before standing and making his way down the hall.
“Seb you passed the bedroom” you spoke with confusion.
“I know”
Confusion clouded your mind for a moment until you realized he was opening the door to one of your guest rooms.
“Further from the girls, don’t wanna risk your pathetic noises waking them” he spat, his hands hastily pulling your leggings down.
Slotting himself between your thighs he began trailing soft kisses against the insides of your thighs, lips brushing right past your wet cotton panties.
“Seb, please” you begged.
“Hush Kleiner Hase” he smirked at the yearning whimper that broke from your throat at the name.
His torturing kisses continued along your skin, nipping and sucking along the skin coaxing whines and whimpers from you.
“Sebastian baby-please, I need you” you begged, hands running through his soft and overgrown curls.
“Your the one that asked for this baby, wanted me to take care of like I used to.” He tutted and as much as you wanted to argue he was right.
Sebastian hardly made you wait anymore, usually due to the fact that kids made it hard for you two to take your time.
Finally running his fingers over the elastic of your panties Sebastian hooked a finger in the material and pulled them down your legs.
“So wet for me” breathed, mouth watering at the sight of your dripping folds.
“Oh god seb please” you whined.
Your body was aching for him at this point, wanting nothing more than his body pressed against yours while he fucked you silly and made you come over and over again.
A groan left your husbands throat as he left kisses along your folds, his tongue teasingly running through them. Your body shuddered at the feeling of his mouth finally coming into contact with your cunt.
Your fingers gather his hair in a vice grip, pulling on the locks so hard it had Sebastian whimpering.
“Feels so good Seb” you heaved, body shivering as he ate you like a starved man.
His tongue ran along your folds, moving in multiple different patterns while his nose bumped and prodded against your clit.
Sebastian’s hands pinned your hips down as you attempted to grind against his face, a sharp slap against your skin letting you know to knock it off.
Your thighs shook as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten by the seconds, your moans getting louder and your tugs on Sebastian’s hair getting harder.
“M’ gonna-fuck, gonna cum seb” you cried out.
“Go on pretty girl, cum for me. Want you to cum all over my face.” He encouraged as he slipped two fingers inside you to help guide you to your high.
You arched your back, breath quivering as you came, thighs closing around Sebastian’s head drawing the man even closer to your cunt then before.
Broken sobs escaped your throat as you came down from your high, Sebastian left wet kisses along the skin of your lower stomach while his fingers continued to work you open.
“So pretty Schatz” he cooed in your ear before your body was flipped over and you were placed on your knees with your face shoved into the comforter.
You could feel him shuffling before the warm head of his cock was placed against your folds, teasingly running through the cum and spit covered skin.
Sebastian shuddered as he slipped inside, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew there’d be bruises in their place tomorrow.
“My fucking god..” he growled at the way your walls hugged him.
He could hear your muffled cries as he kept up a brutal pace, the sounds of skin slapping mixing in with your shared moans filled the room.
Your breath hitched with every thrust, you could feel every ridge and vain as he split you open. His deeps grunts and growls making you clench even tighter around him.
“Ah-fuck. Seb it feels so good” you whimpered as he placed a foot onto the soft mattress to allow him a deeper angle over your body.
“Yeah? Like when I fuck you like a little slut?” He spat, leaning his body over your back to whisper in your ear.
The man got nothing but muffled cries in return as your body squirmed underneath his, your toes curling in pleasure as he fucked you deep.
“Clenching me so tight” he panted into your neck.
Your breath hitched at every thrust, the heat in your lower stomach getting hotter and hotter by the second.
“Se-oh!-m’ gonna cum” you stuttered.
He smirked at the way your body shook due to his movements, how you cried as his hand came down hard against your plump ass.
“Go on Meine Liebe, come all over my cock like a good whore” he taunted as his thrusts picked up and soon his hand was placed on the back of your head; shoving your face into the mattress.
Your mouth opened in a silent scream, body trembling, and toes curling as your climax washed over you. Your entire body shook as Sebastian kept going, his thrusts unforgiving as he chased a high of his own.
Grunts filled the room as Sebastian felt the familiar shiver run down his spine and he came deep inside you, your cunt milking him dry.
He smirked at the sight of your fucked out face when he turned your body over, tear tracks covered your red cheeks as you panted for air.
“So pretty Liebling” he shushed as he ran his thumb along your warm cheek.
“Tha-that was amazing” you laughed as you pulled his body down to press against yours.
“Yeah?” He smirked as he placed kisses along your neck.
“Mhm”
“I’m glad because I’m far from being done with you”
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#sebastian vettel smut#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel imagine#sebastian vettel x you#formula 1#f1 smut#f1 imagine#red bull f1#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1#jays1kcelly
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𝐦𝐨𝐦 & 𝐝𝐚𝐝 𝐩𝐭2 | 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐨
✯social media au
✯daniel ricciardo x female reader
✯the nickname mom and dad finally has some ‘true’ meaning behind it 🫶🏻
✯ah this was a request so thank you so much!! this was very fun and cute to write, i hope you enjoy<3
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mom and dad really are about to become mom and dad, baby ricciardo coming soon🤍
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username im so happy for my parents 😭
username someone check on lando
lilyhme congratulations you two!! can’t wait to meet them!❤️
landonorris i need 4-5 business days to recover😭
>ynricciardo me too, wanna come watch cheesy movies with me🥹
>landonorris on my way 🏃🏻
username lando and y/n kill me😭
danielricciardo i love you, so excited to have a little terror around!!!!
>ynricciardo if they are a terror, that’s from you babe😚
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that is one hot mama, and she’s all mine😁😁
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username HOT MAMA😮💨😮💨
username oh she looks so beautiful!!!
username look at that bump!
redbullracing baby danny incoming!!!
>ynricciardo ❤️❤️
landonorris what size is baby ricc this week mom?
>ynricciardo they are about the size of an acorn squash apparently😂
>username lando calling y/n mom😭
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this is life recently, all baby wants is gelato right now, which i won’t complain about. daniel and lando are like my full grown children half the time, and baby is the size of a cabbage now…which i feel the weight of 24/7🥴
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username lando and danny being actual kids in adult bodies 💀
landonorris i was your first child remember that😌
>danielricciardo yeah idk why we agreed on that
>ynricciardo are you saying i was stupid to agree that lando was our first child? 🤨
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how the night started vs how the morning ended up, a very surprise welcome to our little girl Mila Grace Ricciardo. You are so special to us, mommy and daddy love you so much already❤️❤️
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username Mila🥹🥹🥹
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redbullracing welcome to the world little Mila!❤️
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landonorris i can’t wait to meet her
>ynricciardo we’ll be home tomorrow so come over whenever ❤️
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danielricciardo my girls forever❤️
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i’m not crying anymore don’t worry, just couldn’t help but introduce Mila as my god daughter. i can’t thank y/n enough, okay i guess daniel too, for trusting me with this title. i love Mila so much already
ps. i’m moving in😁
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username lando is the best uncle and now godfather ever🥹
ynricciardo you’re family lando, Mila loves you so much already, you always have a home with us🤍
>username ‘you always have a home with us’ i’m unstable
>danielricciardo she means the garage
>ynricciardo 🤨🤨🤨
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Pov.
Carmen comes home and hears the reader SOBBING, so he worries something terrible happened but it turns out she's just cooking and chopping onions really irritated her eyes.
LMFAOOO this is so silly. Like he’s instantly so concerned that they’re crying he doesn’t even see the onions out on the counter.
“I’m home,” Carmy calls out as he steps through the front door. The Chicago cold has him bundled up in a thick scarf and beanie, both of which he’s tossing onto the foyer table.
“Hey Carmy,” you reply, but the minute he hears you, he knows something’s off. When he sees you walking towards him, his stomach drops.
You’re hastily wiping at your cheeks with the back of your hand. There’s tears all over your face, even more raining down as you walk towards him. You sniffle, and it sounds like your nose is stopped up with snot. It sounds like you’ve been crying really hard.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He’s immediately at your side, running his thumbs over the tear tracks on your cheeks. When he realizes that isn’t enough, he starts wiping at your face with the end of his sleeve. “What happened?”
“Oh, it’s—it was just—“ You sniffle, your tears stifling you, and Carmy genuinely feels something in his heart crack.
“Did something bad happen? Did someone hurt you?” He’s racking his memories across the past week, searching for something he must have missed. “If someone did anything bad to you, I’ll fucking—“
“Onions,” you blurt out. “It’s just onions, Carm.”
“…Onions?” He pauses wiping at your face, which has now broken into a smile.
“I was just chopping some onions for dinner tonight.” He looks over into the kitchen, and sure enough, there’s diced onions on a cutting board. “That’s all.”
“Oh.” His hands drop to his side. “Sorry, I just thought…”
“Is it bad that I kinda enjoyed that? It was really sweet. I would kiss you, but I have snot all over my face.” You’re running back into the kitchen to grab some tissues to blow your nose. Carmy trails awkwardly behind you.
“It’s been a while since I sharpened your knives. I’ll do it soon, so the onions won’t make you cry as much.”
“You really don’t have to.” You throw a snotty tissue away before grabbing another. “The onions were just particularly sad today. They were telling me the most tragic stories.”
“Well, they shouldn’t be making you cry so much,” he huffs, way too defensive for a joke about some onions, but he revels in the way it makes you laugh.
“They won’t now that you’re around.” You finish wiping your face off. “Wanna help me finish up here? If you’re not too tired, that is.”
“Sure, I’d like that. Just one thing, though.”
You don’t get a chance to ask what it is. He pulls you in for a kiss.
Stupid onions. At least it got Carm to fuss over you.
#carmy berzatto#carmen berzatto#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#the bear#my asks#the bear fx#carmy berzatto x you#Carmen berzatto x you#my blurbs#so silly. 10/10#carmy aboutta go beat up some onions
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The Seven and The Boys with forced supe reader(like Billy’s little sister as revenge for billy and the boys constantly causing problems)
Rouge powers reader————powers turn on and off randomly
can absorb life forces and powers(which they can steal(albeit accidentally))
Very stubborn and sarcastic just like her brother
Home lander is probably extra yandere for tons of reasons and keeps the reader in a glass room(enclosure or whatever)(think a zoo exhibit or big aquarium tank without water—— that one room from You or the glass apartment In Supernova for the kid with the same sort of powers)so that he can see his pet/prize/whatever tf he plans to do with them
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I keep seeing this as a full blown fic in my mind but I don’t have the skills to pull it off so I’d like to see other people’s takes on the idea!
ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ The Boys x Rogue!Reader
ᯓ★ I read your req and I'm intrigued so this is my attempt on it, hope it meets your expectations. This is like a full on story lol (angst, gore, death, killing, looooots of cursing like I'm not even exaggerating, homelander being homelander, some fluff at the end?)
With your brother's reputation, it's hard to ever live your whole life without the constant need to look over the shoulder. You always liked to tell yourself that after cutting ties with him, it will ensure you your safety, but those words were nothing more than just lies.
Losing Becca changed him completely. You could still recall the last time you spoke to him, the talk regarding your concern escalating into a heated argument.
"I'm telling you! You have no chance against a literal superpowered person! You'll get yourself killed!" You raised your voice, standing on the other side of the kitchen counter.
"Yeah, but this ain't a life worth livin' for anyways" He brushed your words off like he usually does. You watch in disbelief as he pours himself alcohol.
"Fuck you. You're such an asshole..." You said and he nods at you as he lifts his glass up.
"I'll drink to that" You scoff when he actually drank from his cup, the sound of him sipping ticking you off.
"Okay, fine, get yourself killed! But I won't stand to be here when it happens. I want you out of my life. I never wanna see you. I never even want to hear from you again! You're... you're..." You gasp as you start to sob. He turns to you, nothing but a blank expression on his face.
"Hey... take it easy—"
"No! Don't you fucking tell me to take this shit easy when you just admit to me that you're willing to throw away your life for some blonde american supe! You are a shitty brother! You're just like dad!"
"Don't you fuckin' compare me to that cunt!"
"I fucking said what I said!"
"Fuck you!"
"FUCK YOU!!"
The sound of your heavy breathing filled the kitchen. You could feel your chest rising and falling, your face burning from the overwhelming anger. Butcher sighs at the sight of you as he looks away with his eyes closed.
"You don't know half the things I know sis... you have to understand..."
"No... don't bother telling me. I already know that you'll never change..." You grabbed your things and before he could stop you, you left the house, slamming the door while you were at it.
For the next 8 years, you would find yourself living somehow a happier life. Making friends, going through relationships and heartbreaks, getting multiple jobs to pay for your apartment. It was like an ocean wave since it was never steady but you couldn't deny you've never felt more alive.
However, even on these good days, there were nights you'd find yourself waking up to nightmares. Nightmares of your brother dying. Nightmares of being abandoned. It always left you covered in cold sweats and sometimes you couldn't go back to sleep so you'd just sit by the window or watch some videos online to keep your mind off it.
Even though you convince yourself you were happier.
You never felt secure.
You always felt like something was out to get you.
Especially after you saw the news of him theorised to have killed the senior vice president working at Vought. You couldn't bother to remember her name cause the image of your brother was hauntingly enough. That's when you realised, if they were after him, what if they were also after you?
You stood at the counter of the restaurant you worked at. The job was new as you interviewed for the role of the cashier. Though all these days of dealing with rude customers and having to force a smile is making you want to rethink a different job. Just then, the door to the restaurant opens.
"Welcome!" You said as cheerfully as you can. Instead of searching for a table to sit, the customer approaches you.
"I'm sorry but where's the restroom? I really need to go" The customer spoke, he was wearing an awfully lots of layers, even shades indoors.
"It's just at the back to the right, there's a huge sign, it's hard to miss it" You smiled and the customer stares at you for a while before nodding.
"Thank you"
Finally, he leaves and you couldn't help but be relieved. Why were you holding your breath in the first place? After a couple more hours of standing around and smiling, your shift was done. You did your daily duties and cleaned up the place, making sure it was clean before you leave.
"Bye (Y/N)! Don't forget about our hangout this Friday night!" Your friend spoke as she leaves first.
"Trust me I'm looking forward to it!" You replied before heading to the back of the building to throw the trash away.
You were on your way to the huge bins until you felt the trash bag become lighter. You stare down and was annoyed the second you saw that the bag had tore. It's settled, you're getting a new job after you get your salary. You crouched down and tried to think of ways to solve the issue.
Once you stood up, you felt a sharp pain on your neck. Before you could even do anything to find the source of the pain, you collapsed. The last thing you could feel before becoming unconscious was the touch of someone catching you.
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"Will it work?"
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"We've only tested on rats. We're not sure sir"
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"Do I have to rephrase? If she dies, you fucking die with her, you understand?"
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"Yes sir"
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"Good. Now do what you're only good for, you fucking worthless piece of shit"
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Lights... knives... syringes... you slowly awoke on the floor as faint images of what you would recall as a memory began flashing in your head. Did that happen? It felt real. You opened your eyes and blinked a couple of time to register the room you were in.
You were... in a cage?
You looked around, the walls and floors made of white marbles which made it cold when your skin made contact with it. Now that you realised, you were no longer in your uniform, you seemed to be wearing some kind of gown patients would wear for surgery.
"Morning sunshine!" Your body jumped when you heard a familiar voice, a voice you only heard on the tv or radio shows. You stare at him as he walks to the center, a few feet from your cage.
It was Homelander. You never thought the day would come where you would be face to face to the person behind the reasons of your brother's rampage.
"Did you rest well?" He asks, an eary grin on his face. You looked around the inside of your glass cage.
"Couldn't you have given me a mattress?" You said. Your concern catching him a bit off guard but he didn't show it.
"Well, we tried to give you something more comfortable to sleep on but it seems like anyone who tried to even touch you ended up well... what's the word for it... withered. Dead. Nothing but a corpse suck dry of it's life" He said but you had no idea what any of his words meant.
"Is this some joke?" He chuckles.
"No. No joke (Y/N). I'm simply just giving my hypothesis on your new powers"
Powers? You have to be high right?
Did whatever pain that you felt was the mark of your death?
Is this some sick twisted illusion of yours created in hell?
"Yeah right... and I'm fucking Beyonce. Would you like to see my collection of Grammys?" You said sarcastically, clearly not taking anything seriously.
Homelander doesn't say anything but just laugh, since you were clearly convinced this was hell and that you were dead, you laughed along with him. He trembles his shoulders as if he's cold, that devilish grin still on his face.
"Wooo! You're a jokester aren't you (Y/N)? I know I'm just gonna love you. How about I bring you a gift as a symbol of our blossoming friendship?" He asked but he had already left the room. Your answer never even needed at all.
As your laughter died down, you were left alone in the room. You felt high. Too realistically high. Were you pumped with drugs? Shit... you grabbed your head as you tried to process the feeling until you heard the sound of a high pitched scream. You turn your head to find it to be your friend from work. She was shoved into the room and right when she stood up to leave, the door was shut.
"Let me the fuck out! You fucking bitch! You promised me weed!" She slammed on the door a couple of times after attempting to twist the doorknob open.
"Cleo?" She turns to you, her masacra ruined from her tears.
"(Y/N)? Holy shit what happened to your hair?" She said and you were confused until you checked to see the front strands of your hair now dyed white.
Okay now what in the actual fuck is happening...
"I don't know...? Why are you here?" You questioned.
"Some fucker promised me weed for some cash. I should have known better when I saw how cheap it was" She sighs as she sits against the door.
Suddenly the glass door on your cage sprung open. The two of you exchanged confused expressions. Is this some kind of trick? You wondered but either way you stepped out from your cage and began to approach your friend. She sighs as she curls up into a ball.
"What the fuck even is this place...?" She asks after you finally sat down beside her. You rubbed her arm to provide some comfort.
"I don't know... this feels real and fake at the same time. Hey, if by any chance we were in a puzzle just like in Saw, how much do you wanna bet who'd win—?" You nudged her playfully but instead of getting a response. She falls over.
Her face was pale white. Eyes dilated. The veins on her body growing visibly purple. The sight left you in shock and you quickly grabbed her by the shoulder to jerk her a few times. No words left her mouth except sounds of gasping, as if the air was getting sucked out of her lungs.
"Cleo! What the fuck! Holy fucking shit!" You cursed and it didn't take long until her body grows limp. Like a skeleton with a thin layer of skin left.
Afraid the same would happen to you, you quickly ran into your cage. You sat at the corner, trying your hardest not to look at your friend. That was real. This isn't some stupid trick set up by Satan. This is fucking real.
But why is this happening?
Why you?
The glass door slammed shut and the noise made your body jump. The door to the room opened but got stuck at the weight of your friend's corpse. You could hear the sound of disgust come from Homelander as he ends up kicking body aside to be able to open the door fully.
"So... did you like my gift?"
"What the fuck did you do? Did you poison her?" You said which he seemed offended at.
"Me? Oh please, I can shoot fucking lasers out of my eyes and I choose to poison some fucking nobody? I mean look at her" He chuckles, his eyes staring at the corpse of what was your friend.
His tone and words growing a small wave of anger within your chest.
"What do you want from me?"
"You know what I want" He said, the smile on his face gone. He was now serious. His gaze cold enough to send shivers down your body.
"(Y/N) Butcher. Butcher. I didn't know he had a little sister" He took a step closer, then another, until he was face to face to the glass, staring down at your figure hiding away in the corner.
"He really doesn't get scared huh? Not afraid of death, to take a life, not even me. And well... since he fucking hates supes so much, then I might as well make his beloved sister one. If I can't strike fear in him, you will" Homelander spoke, the corner of his lips twisting into a grin. As if all of this was bringing him some sick enjoyment.
"Everyone will be the pawn and you'll be the queen... so save your strength. You're gonna need it sweetheart" He turned around and as he leaves, he stares at the corpse for a quick moment. Even from inside the cage you could hear him shout for the people working to clean the body.
Fuck... this cannot be your life now...
You're now an animal kept in a cage.
Hours progressed to days then months. The only thing keeping you entertained was... the toilet? Aside from that was the visits Homelander would pay you every now and then to make sure you were alive. It almost seemed like he had expected you to be dead by now but you weren't, which he's impressed about.
You laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. You were bored so you decided to try to count from 1 to 10000 this time. Just as you got to 482, the door opened and you turned to see it wasn't Homelander but rather a worker. Assuming he's just here to clean, you turned back to the ceiling to continue counting.
"Pssh, ma dame, do you hear me?" He knocks on the glass, his french accent caught your attention.
"I don't care. I'm not gonna strip for you"
"Nono! That's not why I'm here, your brother, Billy Butcher? He sent me here" His name striking something in you. You got up as your eyes are slightly widened.
"He knows I'm here?"
"Yes... he's here as well. He's gonna try to get you out of here"
Just as he finishes talking, the glass door sprung open. He gets in the cage and reaches for you but right as you reach for his hand, you remembered you weren't the same anymore, you were cursed, so you quickly pull your hand away. Your action causes the man to tilt his head in confusion.
"Do not worry, I'm not here to hurt you" He tries to take a few steps closer but you quickly stepped back.
"No.... no stop! That's enough!" You raised your hands gesturing him to stand where he's at.
"Don't touch me..." You added and he stares at you for a moment before taking a few steps back until he's out of the cage.
"Okay... but you must follow me. We don't have much time left" He said, walking out of the room and you hesitated for a while before following after him.
When walking down the hallway, you couldn't help but look around the area. This was your first time seeing the place you've been trapped inside for supposedly months. As you followed the strange man who saved you, you noticed that he seemed to be talking to someone over his earpiece. Was it Butcher?
After managing to sneak past several guards and having a few close calls, you two finally made it out from one of the back doors. You hurried as you followed the man somewhere. You couldn't believe it. The feel of the wind and the smell of the grass was making you wish you appreciated the outdoor more.
"Were you noticed?" His friend who's been on the look out asked. He shakes his head.
"No" After hearing his reponse, his friend turns to look at you.
"I'm M.M.... C'mon, your brother put in a lot to save you" He began walking away and the two of you simply went along.
He did?
"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Frenchie. It's nice to meet you" The man who saved you earlier said with a smile and you weakly smile back.
The moment the three of you reached a van parked in a safe area. The door slide open and your eyes widened once you were locked eyes with someone familiar. Yet he looked so much different now. He grew a beard. You had to admit, it made him look less ugly.
"(Y/N)..." He got out of the van and was ready to embrace you but you quickly avoided his grasp. This causes him to stand there with his arms hanging there awkwardly.
"Ooookay.... get in" M.M told Frenchie and they did just that, sliding the door close to give you both the privacy.
"All these years and you still hate your ol' brother" He jokes as he drops his hands down to his sides, but it was clear that he was upset at your actions and trying to hide it.
"Don't touch me"
"I got it"
The two of you stood there and you were staring at him a little too hard. Thoughts racing in your head like a racetrack. What the fuck has he been up to these years and how did he even find you?
"So... are we jus' gonna stand here and wait for 'em to realise you're missin'?" He nods at the facility nearby and you sigh.
"You're taking me home" You walked over to the passenger seat but the sound of Butcher clicking his tongue made you stop halfway in your tracks. Now you were standing in front of the van.
"Not gonna happen. Is your head loose of screws sis? They know who you are now, which means they know where you live. You're gonna be stayin' with me" He said.
Shit... there's really no chance of a normal life now. You really are cursed.
"Stay with you? With these guys?" You point at the van and from the front of the vehicle, you could see his friends all huddled in the back, the whole time they've been secretly listening to the conversation but once you pointed at them, they tried to act as though they haven't been doing so.
"They can protect you"
"I don't need protecting. The last thing I need is someone doing that"
"Oh really? Then mind sharing your experience in there? Was it a luxury? How much longer do you think you could have lasted if I hadn't found you" He took a few steps closer and you gave him a warning look.
"You're my sister... you think a few fights is gonna change that?" He tried reaching for your shoulder and you quickly dodged it. Failing to notice, tears were beginning to well up in your eyes because deep inside, you were desperately in need of comfort, a hug, anything physical but you couldn't even have that.
"You can't touch me... nobody can.... f-fuck... I killed my friend just by touching her..." You began to sob, your hands grabbing onto your face in an attempt to hide your expression. A frown appears on his face.
"What the fuck did they do to you...?"
"They made me a freak! They gave me these fucked up powers!! I don't want this...!" You cried, wishing this was another of your nightmares and that none of this was real.
"It's okay... come here..." He began to step closer to you but you were too numb from the feeling to even react.
Taking off his coat, he puts it securely around you before wrapping you in his arms. For the first time in months, you finally felt the presence of another person's embrace. The warmth felt so good. It was like you were melting from it. Your sobs grew weak as you nuzzle onto his chest, the fabric separating the contact of your skin with his. This was everything you needed right now.
"We'll get through this... these powers of yours ain't gonna scare me away" He said, rubbing your back gently.
"Thank you..." You muttered.
After you escaped and made it safely away from your prison. Homelander was alerted of your escape a few hours later. He arrives at the facility, walking down the hallway as the doctors walking by were scared to see him and trying their best to avoid his sight. Once he walks in the office of the head security, the man sprung up almost instinctly.
"Sir" He greets him. Homelander doesn't say anything but stare at him... before breaking into a smile.
"Great job, at least you're good at failing at your job. Now show me" He walks over to the guard's side who's hurrying to click a few things on his computer to show him what he came here for.
"The tracker we planted in her is working well and fine. She's currently in a vehicle heading somewhere"
"Good... it's like sending a cat to a bunch of rats" Homelander then gave the man a strong pat on the shoulder.
"Do we go after them sir?"
"No, keep an eye on her for now. I'll tell you when the time is ready" Without any further discussion, he left the office. A plan already set in his mind.
(I might make a part 2 but I'm not sure if anyone would be interested, it'll be sort of fluff where the boys figure out her powers, some angst? Idk, tell me if you think I should)
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I got idea from your keiko story. What if reader somehow meets kid shigaraki?
ANON. I WANNA KISS YOU SO BAD. (Consensually of course)
Content: reader finds kid Shigaraki and takes care of him (sobs)
Genre: angst, a lot of fluff tho so it cancels out
“Okay, do I have everything? Keys, purse? Yep, looks like I do,” you reassured yourself as you set off to the store. The looming thought of the hot summer sun sent ironic shivers through your body, days lolling about on the couch sleepily when your boss wasn’t demanding every second of your time.
You locked the door hurriedly, determined to stock up on essentials, as well as some treats for your kitten, and set on your way. Your earphones nestled comfortably in your ears, drowning out the whines of crying children and rowdy school students by blaring your favourite music. It was a beautiful day nonetheless, birds twittering softly as the sun beat down on you. Your bag thumped lightly against your side, providing a steady rhythm alongside your music.
The trek was relatively easy; the local convenience store wasn’t even a 10 minute walk from your house and you were soon on your way back to your beloved princess kitten, Freya, with an armful of essentials (plus a few goodies). Music thudded from your earphones noisily, distracting you from looking properly where you were going until you nearly fell over from an unknown obstacle.
“What the hell?!” You were ready to cuss the fucker out, until you looked down.
A small child, couldn’t have been much older than six years old, stared emptily back. No. The look wasn’t empty. It was hollow, as if a child was stuck in a body it didn’t belong in. His hair was a beautiful powder blue, long and stark. It was ashy too, and slightly greasy. You assumed it was from days, possibly weeks, of parental neglect. Some of the thicker strands were matted at the back, and his fringe fell heavily over his face.
When your eyes connected, something shattered deep within your chest. Small orbs that would normally be filled with tears at the idea of being lost were totally empty. Despite the lack of emotion on the poor boy’s face, you could see some small flecks of red amongst the vast space of white.
Blood was everywhere; on his face, deep in his eyebrows, caked under his nails that he held oh so tightly. The poor baby was in trouble, and you were desperate to know why. You removed a headphone and crouched down, placing the plastic bags gently either side of you.
Each move was tentative and slow, like the shivering lamb in front of you was going to bleat and run away.
“Hey there sweetheart, are you lost? Did you lose your parents?” You questioned him softly. The boy tightened up at your question, before tears started to fill his waterline. His hands wrung tightly against each other before lifting one up to scratch his neck.
“I-I didn’t mean it!” He choked out. The tone of his voice caught you severely off guard; instead of being soft or rowdy like a regular child, he sounded strained. Not unlike nails on a chalkboard, you found yourself flinching. The scratching grew more intense as you looked on in anxiety.
“Woah, hey little guy! You could really hurt yourself doing that!” You brought your arm up to stop him scratching, before flinching backwards due to a blood-curdling scream.
“NO, PLEASE DON’T!!” He shrieked, hands covering his grimy face and fell to his sides. The petrified baby was trembling profusely despite having fallen to the ground in his fear. Tears dampened his once dry and crusty cheeks, little torso shaking in heaving breaths.
A beetle that was pottering near his hand’s disintegrated immediately, and the dots started to connect. You paused; you had to be careful about this.
“Okay, sweetheart. I promise I won’t touch you, but you might change your mind after you hear my quirk. Do you want to know what it is?” You remained on his level. Slow, and gentle. Like taming a wild kitten.
This seemed to rouse the boy from his oncoming anxiety attack as he looked at you tearfully. He seemed to consider the idea, before nodding his head dolefully. A large grin overtook your features as you presented your hand.
“My quirk is called equilibrium. It means that I can balance out quirks and maintain a constant state. In exchange for being able to being ‘immune’ to quirks, I usually end up with a killer migraine that lasts a few days. It normally depends on how strong the quirk is, so I don’t really use it a lot. Isn’t that cool?!” You asked him excitedly.
The boy looked at you with curiosity. You let out a small chuckle.
“So, what I’m saying is, you can touch me and I won’t disappear. I promise you,” you solemnly swear to him, extending your pinky finger. Tenko looked at it in pure fear, almost as if the devil himself tainted it.
“I understand that you’re frightened, but you’re dirty, walking around the street with no shoes. I want to help you,” you whispered to him gently. Tenko seemed to light up at your statement.
A tiny pinky extended to you, trembling but still willing. It wrapped itself around you, and you almost shuddered at the texture of his skin. Nonetheless, you continued to loop your fingers around his small hand until you were fully holding his hand. Tenko stared at you with tears pricking his eyes again. He could… touch you?! You smiled softly.
“I told you, see? You can’t hurt me,” you promised. Tenko couldn’t help the tears that trickled down his malnourished cheeks as he dove into a hug. Your eyes widened; just what the hell has this poor baby been through? Your arms shifted under him to cup him closer to you.
“Do you want to come to my house? It’s not that far, so we can get you cleaned up, fed and then find out what to do with you,” you murmured into his ears. Tenko thought for a moment before nodding, his shaggy hair tickling your cheek.
Tenko rearranged himself to wrap his arms around your neck as you grabbed the bags that you previously dropped and nestled his legs around you.
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The journey was only 10 minutes, and yet Tenko had dozed off on the way. His small snores rumbled softly in your ears as you fiddled in your pockets for the keys. Tenko jolted awake at the sound before realising where he was.
“Mph, are we there yet?” He whined sleepily, dry fists rubbing against his eyes. Your cat meowed at the new smell in her home, shaking the sleep off and meowing indignantly.
You set Tenko down with a slight grunt; carrying a small child and 3 grocery bags was not an easy feat. You knelt back down to Tenko’s level and gently rested your hand on his shoulder.
“Now, I need to know your name. I think it’s silly that we don’t know each other’s name, so let’s introduce ourselves before we start calling each other sillier nicknames,” you giggled, earning a small smile from the boy.
“I’m (Y/N), nice to meet you,” you said warmly, holding out your hand. Tenko paused before giving you his hand back.
“I’m Tenko Shimura,” he mumbled back.
“Well Tenko, I think you need a bath. Am I alright to run you one?” You asked him. He thought for a moment before nodding his heavy head.
“Okay, I’ll be right back.”
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The bath water was an absolute godsend to Tenko’s fractured body. The soothing smell of your cherry bakewell scented bath gel calmed Tenko’s nerves as he glanced around the bathroom.
“Is the water alright in there, sweetheart? It’s not too hot is it?” You shouted from your bedroom, gathering soft fluffy towels.
“N-no. Its… nice, thank you,” he tried shouting back, voice cracking. He observed the bath water as he waded his hands through it. Once clear as diamond, the water slowly shifted to a murky brown. Chunks of dried blood dropped into the water, splashing back into Tenko’s face. He let out a whimper; he must look disgusting.
Your soft rapping at the door brought him out of his thoughts.
“Tenko? Am I alright to come in, little lamb? I can help you wash your hair if that’s okay?” You asked him gently.
“U-um… yes please,” he nodded back. You opened the door and smiled at him to reassure his jolting nerves.
“You’re certainly looking cleaner, little lamb! Look at the colour of the tub!” You giggled before feeling your heart pang at the tears forming in Tenko’s eyes.
“Oh no, I’m sorry sweetheart. I didn’t mean to make you upset,” you rubbed his hair to comfort him. Tenko’s eyes grew wider as he started to sob louder in the tub. The feeling of something so simple as rubbing his head when he’s sad was so alien to him. God, you hated whoever did this to him.
“That’s it my little lamb, let it out. That’s a good boy, just cry until you can’t any more,” you crooned sympathetically, rubbing his head and wiping away tears.
And so, Tenko did just that. Cried. He cried until no more tears would come out, he cried until his head started to hurt, he cried for everything. For his mother, for his sister and for Mon. And oh, how he cried for his dog who provided more comfort than any member of his family.
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When Tenko woke up again, he was bundled up in blankets on a couch that felt worlds different than the leather one at his house. This was soft and warm, with needlefelt and crocheted cushions. He lifted his sleepy head up before jolting his hands away. But the crumbling of the couch never came.
Tenko glanced down and was met with a small pair of winter gloves, cut so that Tenko’s fourth and pinky finger were concealed.
“Ah, you woke up! You worried me for a second there, little lamb. You kinda passed out on me in the bath, so I cleaned you up and bundled you up on the couch,” you rambled on as you set down a glass of milk for him.
“Here sweetheart, drink up. You must have hurt your voice badly,” you nudged it to him as he readjusted himself comfortably.
“T-thank you,” he mumbled brokenly, voice still strained from all of the crying. He took the first gulp before realising just how thirsty he was. Next thing you knew, the glass was empty as Tenko huffed and puffed.
“Wow little lamb, you must have been thirsty, hmm? I’ll bet you’re hungry too?” You guessed. Tenko nodded his head quickly, scared that you’ll pull back your offer. You smiled at his slight change of demeanour.
“That’s alright, I’ll go make you something now. How does Katsu curry sound?”
Tenko’s eyes lit up.
“T-that sounds good thanks,” he mumbled happily, playing with his fingers shyly. You nodded at him and told him to get comfortable.
As you cooked, Tenko remained on the couch and looked around. Your apartment was cozy, filled to the brim with trinkets and photos of your friends and family. Soft knitted blankets dotted around the room, a large scratching post for your cat as well as numerous toys.
Tenko jumped as he felt a slight shift in the couch. The small black, white and grey cat he saw earlier was staring at him, sizing him up for a moment before nestling into his side. She kneaded the blanket that pooled around his knees, purring away.
Tenko thought for a moment before tentatively stroking the gap between her ears, pleased when the purring increased tenfold.
“I see you’ve become friends with my cat,” you giggle as you present two steaming bowls.
“She’s lovely,” he murmured shyly, petting her a little more confidently. You hummed in acknowledgement as you set the bowls down as well as some cutlery.
“Now, eat up. Then, we have to go to the police and see what happens next,” you smiled at him as ice flooded his blood.
“Hey, don’t look at me like that. Nothing is going to happen to you. You’re only a child, and you clearly didn’t mean to kill anyone. I’ll have to check if you have any more family that can take you in,” your tone softened as you looked at Tenko’s face.
“I-I don’t have anyone else. A-all of my f-family was in the… the-,” he started crying again, gloved hands coming to reach his neck. You took his hand in yours and rubbed it soothingly, before lifting him up and placing him in your lap. Tenko buried his face into your neck and sobbed whilst you stroked his hair.
“I know, little lamb, I know. If that’s the case, then I’m going to look into adopting you myself, if that’s what you want?” You looked at him as you asked him.
Tenko’s eyes lit up before dimming again.
“B-but my quirk hurts people. I don’t want you to get hurt because of me. I’ve already hurt so many people,” He whimpered. Your heart ached looking at the young boy.
“My quirk is perfectly compatible with yours, and as long as you wear those gloves then you have no reason to worry. You’ve already seen just how mean people can be with people with a quirk like yours. If you stay with me, then I can protect you and help you,” you lifted Tenko’s chin to meet his eyes.
“Sweetheart, it’s a cruel, mean world for people who society deem ‘villains’. You have been hurt and ignored by these people, and I want to make sure that doesn’t happen again. You’re only a small boy, you didn’t deserve what happened to you. It’s not your fault. It was never your fault. I can help you learn to control your quirk to prevent accidents like this again. I know it hurts now, but we can get through this. I’ll be there for you every step of the way.”
Tenko flung himself deeper into your chest and sobbed until his throat was raw. In the past few hours, you had shown him such kindness that it overwhelmed him, on a level that only his mother dared display. Throughout the day, you had a warm glow radiate from within you. Tenko knew he wouldn’t have anyone else look after him.
You cuddled Tenko closer to you as he settled down.
“Now, let’s eat before the food goes cold,” you smile.
“Okay mama.”
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“Tenko? Tenko, hurry up! You’re gonna be late for your first day!” You yelled up the stairs to your adopted son.
“I know, ma! I can’t find the extra pair of gloves you gave me,” he yelled back, rootling the Eraserhead backpack you gifted him. It was his first day at UA Hero Academy, and your nerves were just as shaky as his. He eventually found them, relieved at the sight as he readjusted his tie agitatedly.
“Do you have everything? Lunch, your creams, your throat spray?” You fussed over him, straightening his tie and smoothing his blazer lapels.
“Damn ma, you were rushing me out the door and now you’re gonna make me late,” he groaned, but cracked a light smile.
You looked at him. He had improved so much since you first took him in. His hair was cleaner, his skin had better creams, his lips were smeared in soothing lip balms and his allergies were nearly a thing of the past. The thought of the young, helpless boy you took in using his once destructive power for the better of society brought tears to your eyes.
“H-hey, don’t get all emotional ma! What’s the matter?!” He fussed, stopping when you smile at him.
“I’m so proud of you, Tenko. More than you’ll ever know. Now, go be the best hero that anyone has ever seen in UA!” You wiped your tears as you hugged your son, feeling him tremble slightly in return.
“Thanks ma. For everything.”
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🤍 also on ao3
It’s just past 3am when Steve finally caves and reaches for the phone on his night stand. His fingers are trembling slightly as he dials Eddie’s number — he knows it by heart even though he never called before. Eddie gave it to him a few weeks ago, making him promise that he’d call if he ever needed to talk.
“Any time of day or night, alright, Harrington? Call me whenever.”
And so that’s what he’s doing now, feeling strangely vulnerable about it. There’s no way Eddie’s gonna pick up. He’s gonna wake him. He’s gonna keep him from his sleep, possibly even interrupting one of the few nightmare-less nights he has.
Steve feels guilty the very second the dial tone meets the silence of his room, his chest heavy, eyes closed. Part of him hopes that Eddie won’t pick up the phone, that he’s in deep enough sleep to miss the call, that he’ll come into Family Video tomorrow and smile at Steve like he always does, none the wiser.
But, miraculously, amazingly, unfortunately, Eddie does pick up the phone. Rather immediately, at that.
“Yeah?” He sounds sleepy, and Steve’s heart falls immediately. He can’t get his mouth to work, only holding the phone to his ear, soaking up Eddie’s sleepy voice and trying to replace the guilt, the weakness, the heaviness of another sleepless night. “Hello?”
Steve remains silent. Can’t quite get the words to work. Fucking figures.
“Stevie? It’s you, isn’t it?”
He nods, stupidly, before saying, “Yeah. Sorry.”
“Hey now, what the hell do you have to be sorry for?” There’s shuffling on the other side and Steve imagines that Eddie is sitting up now, settling in to listen to the sob story of the nightmare Steve had without even falling asleep first. He does that sometimes. Doctor Owens has a fancy term for it, but Steve doesn’t want a label for his insanity. Because if there’s a label, that means it’s nothing special — and that’s kinda the only thing he has left.
But he doesn’t tell Eddie anything about that. Maybe one day. If he sticks around. Gods, but Steve hopes he does.
“If you’re sorry for calling me,” Eddie continues, his voice impossibly soft, “you don’t gotta be that. It’s fine. It’s why you have this number, alright? I’m here.” There’s more silence for a moment, but it’s the kind of silence that leaves him room to breathe. Eddie is good at that kind of silence, despite the fact that he talks so much all the time.
Maybe it’s the constant talking that makes the silences all the more significant.
“What do you need, Stevie?” Eddie asks then, and Steve hides under his blanket, the phone pressed to his ear. “I could come over. Or you could come over, I don’t really care either way.”
“No. Don’t wanna move. And…” No company, he wants to say, but the words get stuck in his throat. Sometimes company and kindness make the bad times worse. They make it more real, and what Steve needs is for everything to be a little less real. Maybe that’s why he’s calling Eddie. There’s no way that boy with his doe eyes and his wide smiles and his gentle voice in the middle of the night is real.
“Alright, I got it.” Eddie breathes deeply on the other end and Steve remembers that that’s a good idea actually, so he follows Eddie’s breath for a while.
“Can we just…” He trails off. Gives up on finding words, cringing at himself, glad that Eddie can’t see him like this.
“Can we what, hm?”
Steve shakes his head and remains silent, knows that his voice will sound anything but strong when he opens his mouth, and every second Eddie doesn’t hear what a mess he is, is important.
“I’m bad at this,” is what he settles on, closing his eyes against the world inside and outside his blanket.
“At what? Sleep? Words?”
Yes, and yes. But it’s not what he means. “Asking for things. I’m not good at that.”
“Hey, neither am I,” Eddie says and it sounds like he’s smiling. Steve imagines it and he hopes, oh he hopes that Eddie is smiling. “Y’know how I told you to call me whenever? That was essentially me just asking for you to call me. To know that… that I’m here.”
“I do,” Steve says quietly, and his body is sort of trembling with the confession. “I do know that.”
“Good,” Eddie breathes. “So what do you need?”
Steve sighs and pretends he’s somewhere else, pretends he’s in a world where asking is easy, where being known comes naturally and not with shaking voice and trembling hands. Pretends Eddie knows him already.
“Can we just… Fall asleep like this? Talking, I mean, though I don’t even know if I have things to say. The silence is more important anyway. You’re good at those, did you know?”
A light chuckle comes from Eddie, and Steve smiles along with it. “I’m good at silences? Me, Eddie Munson? You sure you don’t have the wrong number?”
“Very.” It’s all Steve says, and then it’s Eddie who’s quiet— as if to prove his point.
“Yeah, Stevie,” he says after a beat, his voice making Steve shiver. “We can fall asleep like this. Do you need me to talk to you, or…?”
He considers briefly, but he already knows the answer. He doesn’t need Eddie to talk. Just needs him to be there.
“Nah. Just… Just be there?”
There’s a hum now — the same kind of hum that Eddie always does right before giving him that secret smile of his, when he’s about to touch Steve or give him a new pet name. Sometimes, when the door to Family Video falls shut behind Eddie and Steve is left to deal with his fluttering heart, he likes to believe that this him has been placed into the universe with his name to it.
He wonders if Eddie knows. If the hum tastes like his name, if it makes Eddie’s heart flutter just as much.
“Hey Stevie?” Eddie interrupts their silence after a while and Steve can’t fight the smile on his lips.
“Yeah?”
“Did you know that otters hold hands at night so they don’t drift away from each other in their sleep?” He waits for a moment, allowing for a reaction, leaving another silence for him to claim. He does, but only with a smile as he grips the phone tighter, imagining it to be Eddie’s hand. “This sorta feels like that.”
The trembling that hasn’t really stopped is back now, the air heavy with implications and possibilities. Steve swallows.
“You keeping me from drifting away, Munson?”
“I hope so.”
It’s whispered words across the lines, crossing lines and blurring them. It’s taking his breath away, replacing it with something else, something new, something he has only felt when they were alone, but never this intense. He fills his lungs with it.
“Hey Eddie?”
“Yeah?”
More whispers, more greedy lungfuls of this something new.
“Is it bad that I kinda wanna hold your hand now?”
A beat, a sigh, a careful breath. It makes Steve think that the air in Eddie’s room is sizzling too, heavy and light at the same time. Maybe it’s just as addictive.
“Only if it’s bad that I’m kinda imagining yours in mine right now.”
Steve shakes his head again and doesn’t feel stupid about it now. “I don’t think that’s bad,” he whispers.
“Good.”
Maybe whispers are their new language. Maybe everything else is too harsh for this fragile thing, maybe the world outside Steve’s blanket isn’t ready to see the smile on his face or hear the rapid beat of his heart. He doesn’t mind.
“Tomorrow. Can I hold your hand tomorrow?”
“What do you mean, Stevie, you’re already holding it.” And there’s that smile again that makes Steve huff out the softest of chuckles, hiding his face in his pillow to ground himself against this heady feeling. “Yeah, you can hold it tomorrow, but only if I can hold yours, how’s that sound?”
“Sounds perfect, Eds,” Steve says, just louder than a whisper, and he waits with bated breath if anyone out there in the universe heard, if their bubble would burst.
But it doesn’t. Eddie only murmurs a sweet, soft, “Can’t wait.” And then there’s only silence because they’re both smiling, hearts racing, hands trembling around the phantom touch of warm fingers. They fall asleep like that soon after.
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Choux
This was a scene from a thing I’ve rewritten like twice now. It doesn’t fit that story anymore but I really liked the scene. I also didn’t want to write a whole new thing for it so like, just have the scene. It did come from a piece that has to do with my Line Cook Eddie stuff so if you want to give that a perusal first you can but also don’t? This is just smut. I got a little filthy with it.
Eddie Munson x Fem Reader
Warnings: Pegging, spitting, fingering (f receiving), cum eating
“Oh Eddie.” Your fingers work up his stomach while the muscles twitch under your movement. When you reach his sternum you scratch down, nails leaving pink welts over the fading previous ones.
His head lolls back and he lets out a shuddering moan and slides further down your strap. “Just a little more please? For me?” You coo up at him and slide your warm palms over his ribs to help sooth the sting of your nails. Behind him you hear the jingle of the cuffs when he gets restless and pulls, his hands falling wide before grasping onto each other. “I know.” Your hands mold around his ribs to hold him when he whines and falls the last little bit, his knees squeezing at your sides when you both gasp at skin contact.
He leans his hips forward and when his cock gets the slightest bit of friction against your belly he whines again and starts rolling his hips.
“Does it feel good?” Your knuckles whiten with the grip you have on him, torn between staying glued to his sides or sliding down to take him in hand. “Tell me.” Not forceful but he pulls his head up all the same to stare down at you, his shoulders pulled up around his ears that glow red in the dim light of your room. “Please Eddie, I wanna hear it.”
“I don’t-fuck.” He squeezes his eyes shut and small tear escapes from his lashes. You watch it drip slowly down his cheek, a solitary line of wet that glints in the dim light. He struggles for words, swallows against some of them and grinds down on you. The tip of his cock leaves a wet trail along your stomach with every twitch of his hips, a crude imitation of the tear from his eye.
“C’mon baby, tell me how good it is.” You rock your hips up to meet his circling ones and he gasps. “You’re crying about it.” You let your hand wander up to his face and trace the drying tear streak and he nuzzles into your palm. You drop your hand to your lips though and dip your finger in, tongue tasting the salt of him before you lick up the palm of your hand.
Eddie groans deep in his chest and watches you through unfocused eyes. Behind him he tries to find any kind of purchase with his cuffed hands, fingers finding your thigh pushed up against his back. They dig into the soft skin and he uses the slight leverage to grind down harder, head falling back again easily to moan at the ceiling. He’s a mess above you, just a long line of pale pulled taught while he searches for his release. You’ve barely had to move since he straddled your hips, his cock laying heavy against you, hot and wet and untouched.
His gasp is sharp when you finally draw your hands around him, both of them so you can focus one palm against the swollen head. He babbles thank you’s that tangle in themselves, sobs in between that make them sound wet.
You’re driving yourself insane watching him tremble apart above you but he still hasn’t answered you and he can’t come until he does.
He knows the rules.
“Eddie, baby, tell me or I’ll stop.” You pause for a millisecond and he howls at the loss.
“It’s so good you’re so good fucking please don’t stop I’ll tell you forever just fucking don’t stop.”
“How hard was that?” You speed up faster than before and he buckles under your hands. He drops back against your knees with a repeated mutter of ‘please’ and his eyes rolling back in his head.
He’s gone to the room around him and the cuffs and maybe even you and your quiet praise. It boils down to the pinpoint of pleasure between the strap hitting just right and your hands endlessly stroking him and he cums. Like a bolt of lightning down his spine it hits him. Vision black and hearing gone, all stimulation sucked out of the room spare you under him and absolutely ruining him. His pleasure crashes against his edges and spills over your fist, splashes across your belly and up over your breast and if he wasn’t being wrung completely dry this would make him cum again.
From under his lashes he stares down at you. Still draped over your knees his vision starts to un-tunnel and he makes out you drawing a single digit through a streak of white to bring to your grinning mouth. Deep breathes to keep his head on his shoulders but his cock betrays him, per usual, and twitches in your loose grasp.
“Ready again? So soon?” You practically purr at him. His spend coats your chest and runs along your neck and he needs to get his hands out of these cuffs.
“Can you help me?” His voice sound so far away to his own ears. Your giggle is much closer though and sweeter than his plea. He barely needs to wiggle his wrists for you to understand and pop the safety tab that releases him quick. His hands fall heavy on the bed and you rub light circles into his hips while giving him time to move. When he finally rocks forward you expect him to roll away but instead he shoves his face into the sticky mess he made. Nose trailing along your jaw and tongue reaching out to lick a line clean across your collarbone.
“Eddie!” Your laugh shakes him but he doesn’t move. His fingers wind into your hair to hold you still while he trails kisses along your neck. Your laughter lightens when he doesn’t stop and doesn’t speak, still rendered quiet from his undoing. Tongue darting out to lap at your salty skin now painted in him and he hums at the taste of you two.
He shifts so the strap bobs free and before you can ask him if he’s okay he draws his knee up between your legs and presses his body in. It’s your turn to for your breath to catch in your throat and for your hands to grasp for purchase. His mouth moves along any skin he can find, teeth grazing until you start rolling your hips against his thigh and bites down at the dip between your neck and shoulder.
“Oh fuck!” You jump under him and he grins around the mouthful of you. Something animal in his brain tells him to hang on despite the flood of spit that drips down your back now. He’s made a mess of you despite your best efforts to do the same to him and now he determined to take you apart just as well.
“Eddie please.”
“Please what?” His voice is rough and wet against your skin.
“Touch me please.” You beg. Easier than he did. He likes how fast you dissolve under him, just simple rutting against his thigh and you’re turning into the most agreeable puddle. He undoes two buckles and then drags his fingers through the remaining mess on your stomach, slow and deliberate so you can watch him. He drags it lower and over your bush and doesn’t give you anytime to react before he sinks his fingers in.
It’s his turn to laugh when your eyes flutter closed and you moan as he sets a fast pace. Eddie stares down at you and marvels at how you react to him. Already soaking his hand he can tell you’re close especially when he drags the tips of his fingers over that spot that makes your chest heave. That animal in the back of his brain fixates on your mouth hanging wide and he has an idea.
“Hey.” He sits up so he can grab your jaw. “Stick your tongue out.”
You don’t hesitate to lay it flat out against your chin and Eddie grins down at you. His thumb finds your clit just as he spits on your tongue and he’s sure he’s never heard you make that sound before. Something strangled in your throat and your hands fly to grip at his wrist between your legs when you stiffen around him, pussy gripping his fingers tight as you cum unexpectedly. You chant his name like a prayer and he preens under you benediction, his small offering to you after you shook his brains out mere moments ago.
“You with me?” He jokes when you still haven’t let go of his arm even though your trembling has stopped. Hazy eyes find his and he drops back down to lay beside you. He drags his hand out of your grip to slide it back over your sticky skin so he can appreciate the mess you two have made.
“That was-”
“New? Yeah.” He playfully frowns at you and shakes his head.
“I didn’t know I was into that.” You seem dazed still while your breathing returns to normal and your fingers trace the edge of his mouth.
“Me either.” He places a light kiss on a finger that strays too close and you giggle. “I’ll have to keep that one in the rolodex.” He taps his temple and then rolls into you, leg thrown over your hips to push the half on strap out of the way.
“We should shower.” You’re muffled under his shoulder and hair, sticky skin stuck to his chest. All Eddie does is grumble in your ear and lay heavier on you, lips peppering kisses under your ear until you give in and doze off with him.
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blurb for natty!
Her saying that she's gonna make you full of her pups while pounding you from behind
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! Reader
Warnings: strap on (r receiving), cum filled strap, breeding king, daddy kink
A/N: this story contains smut so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI.
The sound of skin slapping and ragged breaths fills your bedroom and engulfs you completely.
You unfortunately can’t fully see her but her occasional groans and the sting that comes with the smacks she leaves on your ass are enough for you to completely savor the moment. You’ve been going at it for a while and you can both feel the sweetest of climaxes right at the tip of your tongues. Her hand between your shoulder blades is pressing you down on the mattress and the texture of the bed sheets is starting to feel a bit rough under your cheek but it doesn’t matter to you, not when you can hear her muttering the filthiest of praises under her breath and occasional curse words punctuated by particularly hard thrusts, making you almost go insane.
“N-Nat, I’m about to cum, please p-please!”
Your whimpering words and your almost teary eyes make her go feral, so she lifts herself from you, grabs your shoulders and makes you stand on your hands and knees, giving her the perfect leverage as she pulls you towards her from your shoulders to meet her every thrust. The way she manhandles you and the new position send an extremely strong wave of arousal through your entire body, making you moan louder and louder with each movement.
“Fuck baby! You’re squeezing me so tight, I can barely move. Does this greedy pussy need to be filled with daddy’s cum? Tell me how much you need it, c’mon!”
You know she’s just as close as you are and the rashness behind her panting words makes her sound like the hottest woman that’s ever existed.
“Please! I need your cum in me so bad, please give it to me, I just need to be filled so bad daddy, please fill me up!”
You’re almost fully sobbing at this point and it doesn’t take long for you to be thrown over the edge of one of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever had, squeezing her to the point where it’s truly hard for her to properly thrust in and out of your spasming core, but she still manages to pound into you just enough to send herself head first into her equally strong orgasm, with which she makes sure to finally release as much cum as she can inside of you, making both of you moan out loud.
As soon as she’s caught her breath a bit she pulls out of you and spreads your ass cheeks to admire the white fluid that’s starting to come out of you
“Push it out baby, show me how good you’ve been at taking daddy’s cum”
And that you do, you try to push it all out, relishing in the groan she can’t help but let out at the sight of your pussy, all red and puffy, dripping with her cum. She knows you’re still sensitive but she needs to do one last thing and uses her fingers to scoop some of it up and push it back in, making you jolt and yelp at the sudden intrusion.
“We don’t wanna waste any of it, don’t we, baby?”
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11. I don't wanna think of anything else now that I thought of you
Masterlist - Previously - Next
Chapter soundtrack: Daylight - Taylor Swift
You loved him. You said it first and he didn’t expect it. Never in a million years. He wasn’t expecting to hear it this soon and even less, he wasn’t expecting to hear it from you. He had always thought he would be the first to say it but wanted to wait for the perfect moment.
“Can you say it again?” he asked, wanting to make sure he hadn’t misheard you.
“I love you.” you smiled.
“Again?”
“I. Love. You.”
“One last time?” he insisted, putting his forehead against yours.
“I love you, Charles Leclerc.”
He laughed lightly before twirling you around and kissing you like his life depended on it.
“I fell for you fast the minute I decided to give you a chance. It’s scary. But I’m not scared to love you. That, I’m not. I just don’t know how people would eventually react or say…”
“I don’t give a fuck about what people say. I know what we are, I know what you feel for me and you know what I feel for you. This is what matters the most.”
“And what are you feeling for me?” you teased him.
“Love. Unconditional love.”
“You’re cute but we can’t ignore that this is making my job more and more difficult. It will come back to bite me in the ass at some point.”
“It will be alright.” he reassured you.
“Easy for you to say. Your job is not on the line… me, on the other hand? If I lose it because of that, I don’t know what I’m gonna do. I’m not rich like you, I have a rent to pay and try to rent in Paris, you’ll see how awful it is. I’m losing my job, I'm losing my apartment. It is as simple as that.”
It had the effect to act as a wake up call for Charles. He might have an easy life but it wasn’t the case for everyone. He gulped and took your face between his hands.
“If it ever comes to that, which I doubt, we will find a way. I’m not giving up on you. I love you too much to do that.”
You met your colleagues at the airport after having to rush out of Charles’ room and embrace. He had tried, and almost achieved, to persuade you to come back home with him but you still had work to do and a flat to take care of. It was not as fun as what Charles was promising to give you, but adulthood wasn’t always fun. In the plane, next to Marion, you let your thoughts wander. The weekend was hard to process. You had not planned on confessing your feelings for him this soon. But it felt right, natural. You were already in a messy situation, you didn’t want to throw miscommunication into the mix. But still, you were standing about what you told him earlier, you were scared. Once you would tell your boss that you and Charles were in a relationship, you knew it would only be a hit or miss. Or you were going to keep your job, or you were going to lose it. There was an option you liked better than the other. If you were fired, you seriously didn’t know how you were going to make ends meet.
“Are you okay? You frown a lot, today.” Marion noticed.
You forced a smile before replying that you were doing alright. She put a hand on your shoulder and gave you an empathetic smile.
“You know you can tell me everything, I won’t judge.”
It made you gulp. You were thankful to be in such a wonderful team, always ready to help you if needed and that thought only made you break down. Your sobs turned into a panic attack to the point Marion made you follow her at the back of the plane and made you sit on the floor, helping you calm down.
“I’m lost and confused, Marion.” you managed to say between two out of breath sounds.
“I’m here for you, always.”
She took your hands in hers and looked into your eyes. You knew you could trust her, she wouldn’t say a word, and you needed to talk about this story to someone, you couldn’t keep it to yourself any longer. So you told her everyone, from your very first encounter with Charles, to the promise you made to your late brother and finally how you fell in love with the boy in the red suit. When you were done, you felt relieved and that was only then that you understood how much keeping it secret was weighing you down.
“I’m surprised, but not totally. I noticed how you were smiling more lately and how you seemed to be more at peace with yourself. I didn’t want to pry. I won’t say a word. This is your private life and as long as it doesn’t impact your work, I don't see why it should become a problem. That being said, it’s best if you come clean to our boss. If he learns it doesn’t come from you, it will make everything harder. I’ll be there to back you up if things turn sour. But in any case, enjoy being in love. Don’t overthink it, I know Charles, he is a good guy. He will take good care of you , you can trust him.”
“Thank you, Marion. It was exactly what I needed to hear.” you whispered, a lump in your throat. “I’ll tell him. I’m just waiting for the summer break, it will be a less busy time for us, it gives me some time to prepare what I’m going to say.”
You arrived at your flat early in the evening. Dishes were still in the sink, waiting to be cleaned-up, some clothes were laying on the couch as you had forgotten to put them back in your closet and the few plants you had were clearly in desperate need of water. Your rent was also due and you groaned in front of all the chores you had to do. You started to unpack and put your suitcase away before coming back to your living room to tidy the place. It was almost nine when you finished everything you had to do. You plopped on your couch and took your phone to see Charles’ name on your screen.
Hey, I was thinking about something. Don’t you want to come to Monaco before going to your parents? We could spend a few days together?
You wanted to scream yes but your fears got the better hold of you and you hated yourself for it.
Your hometown? Risky, no?
There will always be a risk no matter where we are. But if it makes you feel better we don’t have to leave my place. I’m perfectly fine having you all to myself for days. My bed is quite comfy, you’ll see. And we can watch movies and cook together. I have plenty of activities in mind which don’t require us to go to public places.
How do you know what I need to hear to feel better?
I don’t know. I just… know? Somehow?
Well, you could take back your suitcase, you had an unexpected packing session to go through.
You arrived two days later to the address he had given you. He had argued about coming to pick you up from the train station but the last thing you wanted was to attract people’s attention. So you had walked to his place, thankfully, it wasn’t that far. As soon as you rang the doorbell, he opened it for you, pulling you inside, his lips already on yours.
“I missed you. Way too much. That’s not normal. What did you do to me?”
“If you have the answer, please tell me because I think you did the exact same thing to me.” you giggled.
He showed you around and naturally let your suitcases rest next to his, in his room.
“I changed the sheets. I spent yesterday cleaning the whole flat. I went grocery shopping too and I bought a bit of everything, I didn’t know what you liked so… I kinda went overboard. I bought chocolates and wine for your parents too. If you need anything else, I can go to the supermarket down the road, it won’t be long. I also emptied a drawer in my bathroom’s cupboard and in my closet too.”
“Charles,” you interrupted him. “It’s perfect. Everything is perfect. Don’t worry.”
“You would tell me if something was wrong, right?”
You shushed him out with a kiss, making sure he understood very well how happy you were to be with him. You felt his hand on your neck, getting you closer while, with his other hand, he easily got rid of your cardigan.
“You said your bed was comfy, right?” you whispered against his lips.
“Absolutely. Best bed ever.”
The next three days went by a blur. It was almost like heaven, or at least if heaven was real, then being with Charles felt like it. It was easy. You fit in his environment. He loved watching you sleeping in his sheets, he loved the way you were leaving your toothpaste left open on the bathroom’s sink, he loved seeing how grumpy you were before your first coffee in the morning, he loved the way he wasn't feeling alone anymore when you were by his side. He loved how you were correcting his way of chopping vegetables, telling him it was a miracle he still had ten fingers left. He loved how much of a sucker you were when it came to thrillers. He just loved you.
“I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you. I know it is early but… I just know. If my brothers or friends would see me acting like this, they would think I’ve gone crazy.” he smiled as your head was resting on his chest.
“These last days with you made me realize how right I was to give us a chance. I know it won’t be easy, I know that shit will hit the fan at some point. But I also know that as long as I’m with you, it will be okay. It’s you and me against whatever obstacles will come our way.”
You had barely slept during the night. Today was the day when you would celebrate your dad’s birthday. You hadn’t been home for the past two years and had even less contact with your parents for a few months. And now you were bringing Charles along. Throwing him into a mess he didn’t deserve to be in. You had been quiet the whole way to Avignon, watching landscapes you loved growing up in until you finally arrived at the address you had given to Charles before leaving. Your legs had bounced the whole way there and the skin around your fingers was bleeding after you had spent hours scratching it. And now that you were in front of your childhood house, you felt like throwing up, breathing shallow. Charles stopped the engine and forced you to look at him.
“Hey, look at me. It will be alright. I’m with you, every step of the way. I’m not letting go of you. If you need me to hold your hand I will, I’m not going anywhere. One look from you that you want to leave, we do. No questions asked. I’m here for you. We can do it. You can.”
“I don’t want them to poison us with judgmental looks and make me feel like a kid who doesn't know what she is doing with her life.”
“Nothing they can say will make me love you less, rest assured. I won’t let you believe whatever negative shit they might say to you. You are a smart, ambitious, stubborn, resourceful, hard working, passionate and gorgeous woman. Don’t believe otherwise. I won’t let you, anyway.”
You smiled with difficulty, tears prickling behind your eyelids. You nodded as he kissed your forehead. He got out of the car before opening your door and taking your hand in his. You both walked to the front door of the house you loved growing up in but became a representation of a well kept cage as years went by. You knocked and a few moments later the door revealed your mom. She looked at you, up and down, not even acknowledging Charles.
“You’re late.” she finally said, making you gulp and shiver.
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Prompt 31 - Lock
@jegulus-microfic January 31 Word count 1755
This is it folks. I'm quite emotional. I really hope you all like it.
For my biggest fans @weirdtinkerbellversion @thedvilsinthedetails and @beautyoftheships I love you guys.
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All he could hear was white noise. His brain couldn’t process James’s words. His eyes found the bottle of wine, and he automatically poured himself a glass and downed it.
He grasped the edge of the counter with both hands and felt his body shake.
James remained silent, not wanting to push him.
Regulus bit back tears and turned around, putting his protective mask in place, leaving his face devoid of emotion.
“So that’s it for us then?” He stared at James with dead eyes, his voice a bored monotone. It made James shiver.
“I don’t want it to be.” Tears dripped down his face. “Reg,” He croaked. “I love you. I want to be with you. Lily told me this life-changing news,” He looked at his watch. “Four hours ago.”
“So, you didn’t know anything while I was arranging my return to England?” He sounded cold and accusing. He tried not to care. James shook his head.
“No, Reg. I swear. I’ve only just found out.” James looked at him, features full of heartbreak. “You’re the first person I’ve told. Not even Sirius knows.” This shocked Regulus almost as much as finding out James was going to be a father.
He smelt burning. He spun around and pulled the ruined dinner out of the oven. He threw it on the side and bit down on his lip.
“James, I need you to go. Please.” His mask had slipped. It would be only moments before he broke down.
“Reg—“
“Please, James. I need to figure out if this is the life I want. Kids were never my plan, and now…” He didn’t know how to finish that sentence, so he let it sit.
“I’m so sorry, Reg. Nothing ever seems to go right for us. Does it? I really hope that changes.” His voice was thick as he continued. “Please remember whatever you choose, I will always love you.” With that, James left. The door hadn’t even banged shut before Regulus was sobbing.
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James’s chest hurt. What should have been a hopefully pleasant evening had turned into yet another nightmare. He looked up at the skies and called out to whoever might be listening.
“Could whoever is writing our story please give us a break?!” When he got no answer, he walked back to his empty house. Even Leo had gone out.
His phone buzzed.
‘Hey. Reggie just texted me and said you’d gone home already. Take it it didn’t go well then? Wanna meet for lunch tomorrow? Usual place?
Love ya
xxx’
He sent back a quick, ‘Yeah, sounds good to me. See you at noon x.’ He decided the best thing was to go to bed and deal with everything in the morning.
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James heard the sound of thundering boots coming up fast behind him. He began to turn, but before he could see what was happening. There was an almighty thud. He looked down at the pavement and sprawled across it. Hair in a wild mess was Sirius.
“Trip over your laces again?” James said flatly.
“Yup.” A muffled reply came from the heap on the floor. James snorted loudly as he bent to pick his friend up.
Miraculously, Sirius had gotten away with only a slight graze on his cheek.
“Is it true? Am I going to be an Uncle!” He shook James vigorously in his excitement.
“I suppose so, I guess,” James said as he tried to escape Sirius's grasp.
“I’m godfather!” He burst out, bouncing up and down.
“Sirius, we’re not even religious.”
“Fine, fairy godfather, whatever. Either way, I bagsy it.” James sighed and clapped him on the back.
“You got it, you absolute crazy man.” He bent down and tied Sirius’s laces for him.
“Awww, you’re gonna be such a good dad.” He gushed as he wiggled his foot, checking out his shoelaces.
“Come on then, let’s go get lunch. I had some amazing news to tell you.” James chuckled as he threw his arm around Sirius’s shoulder and continued down the street to the little cafe on the corner.
Sirius didn’t stop babbling about all the baby things he’d googled and spouted off so much information that James felt his chest tightening in panic.
“I think he just needs time, you know.”
“Hmm, what?” James had completely zoned out, picking his sandwich to pieces.
“I said, he just needs time. It’s a lot. But I really hope he picks you, mate.” Sirius said, taking James’s hands away from his decimated sandwich and squeezing them gently. He didn’t want to get his hopes up again, but he didn’t fight very hard.
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He was painting when the door went. He nearly fell off the ladder as he hurried downstairs to answer it. He was covered in paint, so he tried to touch as few things as possible.
He yanked the door open, slightly red-faced, and lost all his breath when he saw Regulus standing there.
“Hi,”
“Hi,”
“I’ve made my decision.” Regulus blurted out, not waiting to be invited in. James felt his mouth go dry.
“And?” His tongue was like sandpaper. He couldn’t take the suspense.
“I’m in,” Regulus said confidently. “Nappies, late night feedings, helping them plot their revenge on the school bully. All of it. I’m in.” Without warning, James flung himself at Regulus. He gathered him up into his arms and spun him around. He was bursting with joy.
He suddenly dropped him and ran into his office. He rooted around in a draw and rushed back to Regulus, who was still waiting at the front door.
“I got you something.” He held out the small box.
“What the fuck! James! Are you proposing?” Regulus’s eyebrows disappeared into the curls that hung over his forehead. James’s eyes widened.
“NO! No, No,” He opened the box. “It’s just a key!”
“Oh,” Regulus sounded disappointed. James made a mental note to put a pin in that for later.
“And what lock does this open, James? Your heart?” A playful smirk settled on Regulus’s mouth.
“It’s a key to the house. So you don’t have to knock any more, you can come and go as you please. And—” He took a deep breath. He’d been preparing for this. “And if you’d like to—No pressure, by the way—But if you’d like to, I’d love it if you moved in with me.” Regulus took the silver-coloured key from the box and held it in his hand, staring at it, flipping it over in his palm. He looked up at James, a sweet, shy smile on his lips.
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
“Okay, I’ll move in with you. Being away, I forgot how obnoxious Sirius is. I’ve had to buy earplugs to block out his nighttime noises.” He pulled a face, gagging slightly. James grabbed him in his arms again and lifted him into the air.
“I love you,” He whispered across Regulus’s lips before closing the gap.
Only when he set a breathless Regulus back on his feet did he remember he was covered in paint. He looked in horror at the cream-coloured paint splattered all over Regulus’s black coat. Regulus looked down as well.
“Is that paint?” His eyebrow shot up as he questioned James.
“Yeah, sorry. I was painting the room that’s going to be the nursery. Er, put your coat in the wash, and you can borrow one of mine. I’ll just go get changed.” He ushered Regulus inside and shut the door. Being very careful not to touch him again.
Regulus shrugged off his coat.
“Did you get it finished.? He asked matter of factly.
“Er, no, I didn’t. I barely even started. Only done about half a wall.” Regulus pulled his jumper off and started up the stairs. James chased after him and into his bedroom. But Regulus wasn’t there. “Reg?” He called out as he tried and failed to figure out where he’d gone.
“I’m in the baby’s room. Where are you?” Regulus called back. James hurried out of the bedroom. Clearly, he’d gotten the wrong idea.
Regulus, roller in hand, was making a start on the wall that James had started. He’d already accomplished more than he had and didn’t have a lick of paint on him. James leaned against the door frame, watching the man he hoped to spend the rest of his life with painting his unborn child’s room.
He didn’t think there were enough words in the world to describe how much he loved him.
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Nine months later
“James, he’s beautiful.” Regulus hadn’t expected to feel this way when meeting baby Harry for the first time. The tiny raven-haired boy slept soundly in James’s arms. James grinned the biggest grin Regulus had ever seen on his face. He turned to Lily. “He’s amazing, Lily. How are you doing?” She looked exhausted, but she still had a smile for him and a cheeky wink.
“You know me. Cup of coffee, and I’ll be right back up.”
“Do you want to hold him?” James asked him as he slowly rocked the baby to and fro.
“I don’t want to hurt him,” Regulus said quietly. His palms felt sweaty as he looked nervously at the tiny, delicate bundle that was nestled in James’s arms.
“You’ll be fine. Here.” James stood and awkwardly transferred Harry into Regulus’s arms.
He looked again at the tiny baby and felt a protective love surge through his body.
Harry fussed in his arms, and he instinctively began to sway. Harry opened his little mouth in a perfect O and settled back down. He was so in love.
There was a quiet tap at the hospital door, and Sirius’s face popped around it.
“Can we come in yet?” He whined. James nodded.
“Yeah, of course you can.”
Sirius rushed in, followed more slowly by Remus. They crowded around Regulus so they could get a good look at the baby.
“Look, Sirius,” Regulus said, pulling his gaze away from Harry to look at his brother. “Isn’t he perfect?” Sirius wrapped an arm around him.
“Yeah, Reggie, he is. Now give me a turn!” Reluctantly, Regulus handed him over and went to stand next to James. James pulled him in close, wrapping his arms around him as they watched Sirius and Remus quietly argue over how long Sirius got to hold him before it was Remus’s turn. Lily had fallen asleep. She was exhausted after the long labour. It was peaceful.
James leant his chin on Regulus’s shoulder and whispered in his ear.
“How you doing, Papa?” Regulus’s heart melted.
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Don’t Leave Me.
~AGED UP Neteyam x Na’vi reader
~Angst, fluff?
~Proofread?-no
~Summary-Y/n grew up in a home with conditional love.
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Your parents didn't love each other. Everyone believed they did, it was all a facade it seems you were the only one to notice. You noticed first when you were seven it was after you saw your friend's parents kiss. “Why don’t you kiss mama?” you asked your father as he got you ready for bed.
“Your mother is not faithful honey,” he smiled as he pets your head, “she brings special friends here who daddy don't like,” you frowned, “but it’s okay because daddy has friends as well,” you titled your head, “why?”
“That doesn't concern you, now you can't tell anyone about her friends,” you nodded, “good because if you did me and mama could get into a lot of trouble and they’d take you away,” you shook your head as you hugged, ‘i don't wanna live!”
“You won’t pretty baby, just make sure not to say anything,” you nodded as he laid you down to sleep. At the time, you didn't understand what he meant by special friends but as you become older you caught on.
“Honey come to meet my friend!” your mother dragged you to meet an older man. He smiled at you which made you uncomfortable, “don't be rude say hi,” your mother faked a laugh, “hi,” you gave a small wave.
The man just laughed before pulling your mom away, your father barely touched your mother the way this man did, “honey you can't tell daddy my friend came over,” your mother stumbled to where you sat, “why?”
She laughed before rolling, “because he’d get so mad and you don't want to see us fight?” you just looked at your feet, “your father has so many standards you know,” she made you look at her, “right before we had you we were so in love, he loved me,” she stood up walking a little way in front of you.
“But after you, he became distant he barely even held you so I confronted him,” her voice broke as she spoke, “he told me he could barely stare at me because I was ugly and that having you was a mistake,” tears swelled in your eyes, “if you ever wonder why we don't love each other it's because of you, [Y/n].”
You shook your head, “daddy loves me,” you sobbed as your mother grabbed your chin, “and he loved me too, till you came now he can't even look at me,” she threw you on the floor. “You were the worst thing to happen to me.” with that she left you crying on the floor.
She’d say cruel things like that to you all the time, she’d always make remarks about your body, or how you should act if you expect to find a mate, and the older you became the harsher her words.
But outside, it was a different story. Your parents hugged, and they laughed together it was almost like they were two different people, “smile,” your mother whispered in your ears while pinching you. You smiled, you had no other choice your father may have looked happy to everyone else but you could tell he wanted to leave.
He wasn't a party person that was your mother, your father enjoyed spending time with small groups of people. You took after him in this aspect.
At these parties, you never knew where he’d go. He would be there in the beginning and then disappear till it was time to go. One time you wandered away from the party, it was boring and the Sully kids weren't there.
You kept walking till you heard laughter, you followed it then you saw it. A woman sat on your father's lap, she kissed him to which he gladly accepted. You stepped back which made a loud sound causing everyone's heads to turn. You sprinted back not caring to look back to see if your father would try to explain himself.
“I’m not feeling well,” you tapped your mother's shoulder as she spoke with her friends, “you can head back it's okay,” you walked home and cried yourself to sleep. That day you learned what a special friend really was.
If there were to be a ranking system, your family would fall closely under the Sullys.
You played with the Sully kids here and there, but they were far too busy as you all grew up to play with anyone as they were stuck with chores or “duties.” But that didn't stop the attraction you felt for Neteyam. You were scared to get into a relationship with him.
What if he fell out of love with you? What if he decided one day he wanted a special friend? All these thoughts clogged your head so you never did much about your crush.
The fear of ending up as your parents haunted you, unhappy and forced to live with someone who hates your guts.
“Hey [Y/n]!” you smiled and waved, “Hello Neteyam!” he was so nice. He always made time out of his day to talk with you. If you were ever in a group setting, he took extra steps to make you were heard and alright. Your heart couldn't help but beat faster because of him.
You wanted to be with him, but how would you know if he was faithful to you? What ifs flagged your mind it became to the point you couldn't do your chores. “She’s so lazy it's actually shocking she’s even mine,” your mother snickers with her friends.
You just ignored her, there was no point in speaking up she’d just attack you more. You prayed to Ewya that one day you’d be taken away from this place you called home, you prayed and you prayed. But it felt like you weren't being answered.
“Just make a move on her already,” Lo’ak groaned as Neteyam stared at you. “She’s always in her own world I don't even think she’ll say yes.” Neteyam has loved you since forever and it felt like you barely even looked his way. “You won't know till you try.”
His brother was right, but he didn't know how to approach you. You always had something to do, and he didn't want to just pop the question. You’d obviously say no, and he didn't want to scare you off.
He has never felt like this for someone before. The feeling that you want to spend every waking moment with them, that you want to see them with your children happy and playing together all these feelings were new to him.
So, he decided to take it slow. He slowly started inserting himself into your schedule, you had to help carry boxes? Don't worry Neteyam does too! This way he is able to get close to you but also not make it seem weird or awkward.
His plan worked the two of you became close, constantly having inside jokes, always around each other it was all working out perfect for him.
If you were scared before you were now petrified. The more time you spent with Neteyam the more you felt yourself falling in love with him. It was upsetting because you believed you had the same fate as your mother.
“We all end up like our parents,” it was a phrase thrown around so easily and for some, it might've been a blessing but for you it sounded like a curse.
To end up as that woman sounded like hell, so if you had to die alone to avoid that outcome, you would.
It was a hard pill to chew, give up happiness but you didn't know what else to do, “you know I pity your mate,” your mother laughed as she ate, “he must be drunk the day you two get together.”
You had enough of her bullying, her degrading words, she was your mother she was supposed to uplift you and make you feel safe and wanted and she has done the opposite.
You looked at her teary-eyed, “why do you hate me so much,” it was becoming too much, her words, her everything you could only take so much. “Oh, you always rub it in my face how i’m going to die alone or how I look, if it isn't one thing it's another why?” she only looked at you.
She walked over to you before smacking you across the face, “I don't know who you think you're raising your voice at because it's not me.” you held your cheek before running out.
You were fed up if that was even the right term to express your anger. You stomped across the forest before you stumbled upon the person you wanted to avoid, Neteyam.
“[Y/n]! I haven't seen you in forever!” he smiled as he ushered you closer, “we saw each other this morning,” you faked a smile, “which was ages ago!”
You laughed, it was genuine though he had this thing where he could light a room up. You wish you had a fraction of his happiness. You knew of his hardships, you understood why he was so mature even though you two were barely twenty.
“What's on your pretty little mind?” He smiled at you as he watched the stars you giggled, “why are you out here so late?”
The boy shrugged, “just wanted to see the stars,” you nodded at his answer, “I probably should head back,” Neteyam did not want to leave.
He wanted to rest here with you and talk but he promised his parents he’d watch over his sister.
A panic overcame you, it was instant and you didn't know why. Your heart rate picked up, “you should stay longer and watch the sky!”
He wasn't your mate, but you just felt this pull that he needed to be here with you. You couldn't explain lit in words.
He smiled looking at them, “I’d love to but I have to,” an excuse. Your mother always had one right before she left to see her friends.
What if Neteyam had a special friend and you spent too much time thinking if you wanted to be with him? “Are you sure? I bet they wouldn't notice if you were gone for ten minutes.”
Neteyam smiled that you wanted to hang out, I want to believe-,” you cut him off, “I can cook,” his head turned to look at you, “what?”
“I can cook, clean, heal, and hunt,” you stood up looking at him, “I can sew, I can carry heavy weights, and-,” he stopped you, “why are you saying this?”
Your eyes welled up, he did have someone else it didn't matter what you had or what you could do, “I can do anything you ask of me Neteyam,” you sobbed as he pulled you into a hug, “please, please don't leave me!”
His eyes widen, “[Y/n], I promise I’d never leave you,” he didn't know where this came from, “I like you, I’d never dream of hurting you.”
He went to go pick up your face and when he touched you, your face winced. He moved your face a little letting your cheek hit the sun. A bruise appeared and Neteyam’s eyes became hooded, he didn't care that he had to watch his sister. He wanted to know who would raise their hand to hit you.
“Who hit you?” you backed up a little touching your cheek, “it was nothing I-,” Neteyam came closer grabbed your hand, and kissed it, “I don't want to ask you again.”
You looked at him, he looked different not the warm boy you saw just minutes ago, “[Y/n], who the fuck hit you?”
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Headcannons about them with an anxious SO? Love your stuff x
Thank you, friend! Now, in full canonical honesty, I don’t believe that either Nathan or Sam would be particularly good at dealing with their deeper anxiety, let alone someone else’s, let alone someone else’s who they loved dearly and would only be afraid to make it worse (that many crumbling bridges and a guy’s gotta if consider his only superpower is the ability to destroy everything he touches) for most of their young lives.
However, I do believe that post-UC4 (perhaps a little earlier for Nathan), and a good dose of necessary therapy (paid for in pirate coins, of course)--- they’d be more than willing to finally take on the challenge.
For themselves, and for the person they love more than anything.
Drakes with an Anxious S/O Headcanons
Nathan:
In his younger days, the prince of the awkward smile and half-hearted clap on the back. A pulley doll whose only catchphrases were “Man, that’s hard”, “Yeah. Yeesh.”, and “Soooo, I guess this would be a bad time for a joke, huh?”. Scurries to the bathroom as soon as they’re not in tears anymore, and stays there for as long as it takes to stop hearing the residual sobs.
However, his late 30s and 40s bring him a much healthier perspective (and therapy— Jesus, finally) and being the smarty pants he is, he passes on no opportunity to put his new skills and knowledge to use.
That playfulness and desire to find the lightness in even the hardest situations never leaves him at any age, though.
A panic attack? “‘Is something… wrong with you’? You realize you’re talking to the guy who accidentally destroys ancient temples for a living, as an archaeologist? And I still consider myself a not so bad guy. So in my eyes, you’re basically a lesser known Mesopotamian god.”
Got a bad grade? “A D in Psychometrics? I don’t know, sounds like they don’t know anything about math if they’re using a letter to grade you. Maybe they should go get their teaching certificates checked. Hey, how ‘bout I just draw you a PhD myself? You know I have an eye for art.”
Dealing with shitty parents? Landlord? Roommates? Exes who won’t leave you the fuck alone? “What? That buffoon? Guy who can’t even spell their own name right? That bastard isn’t worth a thought of a thought of a thought in your head. Pretty sure they haven’t had a thought in their own head since 1996.”
As soon as his first wide-toothed smile is won, he’s leaning into his partner with a secretive smirk: “Ya wanna get the fuck out of here?”
Because distractions always helped him before.
Will act especially gentlemanly, and theatrically play it up, while taking their partner for a frozen yogurt, antique shop, Target trip, public park, laser tag (yes, really) decompress. Bows when he opens the car door for them. Pays for everything. Calls them ‘your majesty’ for the entirety of the excursion.
All he wants is to get them to smile. And he’s not stopping until he sees it.
When the night creeps in and his S/O starts to lose steam, Nathan’s own worry grows more obvious, though he tries his best to keep it to himself.
Watches them with wide eyes. Gives them space, but still asks every few minutes if they need a cup of water. No? Tea? Arnold Palmer? Popsicle? Massage? Hot Pocket? Sexy pillow fight? However many it takes to make his partner laugh again. But he fully means every offer he gives.
Says nothing as he helps them undress and into their PJs. Touches are tender and intimate, gently rubs their shoulders and neck. Never too hard, never too direct. Plays the friendly ghost and lets their partner take the lead, but never, ever just sits around to watch.
Makes them a beverage of some sort, even if they say no. Hot lemonade with honey is his personal homecure. Says yellow is a happy color, so it must be good for you.
And right before they turn the lights out, Nate timidly offers— with a shy, trying chuckle— if they want him to read them a bedtime story.
Somehow shocked every time they say yes. Mumbles something self-derogatory about himself (“Ya know, not the best actor, but—” “Personally I think I have the voice of a dying goose, but—”) before sitting on the nearest surface and cracking open a book.
If he’s still feeling a little awkward, will uneasily ask if they wanna hear what he’s been reading lately, and will do so if asked— but really wants to read the pirate storybooks his mother read to him and Sam when they were kids.
It always made him feel better when the world felt too big, too scary, too cruel.
So he wants to share it with the person he loves.
He wants to share everything with the person he loves.
And without even asking, goes to the medicine cabinet and brings them a tablet of whatever they need when the anxiety gets especially bad, and says “I know, it’s scary. But we’ve been through scary before, right?” with a kiss on the cheek as they swallow it down with a sip of lemonade.
Lingers, eyes down, and vaguely nods to nobody as he stands and walks to the door.
“Want me… uh, want me to keep reading to you?” But he offers before he can even get past the door frame.
“Do you want me to want you to keep reading to me?”
And the last thing he wants to see is his love, alone. The idea of them crying beneath the covers because they were too afraid to burden him with it, too afraid to be seen. Everything he felt he had to do when he was 6 and his mother “passed”, age 9, 10, 11, 12 after a black eye, the words that his brain told him wrong: spoken aloud by the playground bullies he feared he’d never be stronger than.
But he knew they were wrong. The bullies were wrong. The ones in his brain. The ones in theirs.
“Yes.” He replies without missing a beat.
And he makes sure to hold their hand in his free one until the second they fall asleep… and a few hours after, just to be safe.
The next morning they fucking better expect breakfast in bed— and he maybe, just maybe, might even be willing to spring for McDonald’s, if that’s what they want. As long as they promise to eat actual fruit after. And hell, maybe even a vegetable or two when he makes dinner that night. Did you know that eating right and exercise are actually primary solutions to poor mental health—? That’s what Dr. Dorian said— No, potatoes don’t count as a vegetable— no, especially not if it’s fried— NO, FRENCH FRIES DON’T COUNT, BABY—
Sam:
Sam takes a bit longer to warm up to discussing anxiety than Nathan does, mostly due to struggling so deeply with it on his own. It’s not like prisoners (or Shoreline guards) made the most comforting companions.
The better he could keep secrets, the less he could reveal, the safer he’d be.
So it makes sense that it’s both his greatest strength and weakness when it comes to emotionally turbulent times.
In his younger, more avoidant years, he’d be the first to leave the room, leave the building, hell, sometimes even leave the city after a particularly heavy cry or confrontation with his then-partner. Only to come back the next morning and act like nothing ever happened.
But now, he doesn’t run. After prison, after Rafe, after Madagascar, all he wants is to be allowed to stay. To be wanted to stay by someone who loves him.
Is happiest to just sit with you in the silence. His biggest skill is his ability to weather the storm. And whether you need to scream bloody murder, or need to sit and decompress and just fucking feel, but can’t do it alone, Sam’s there. Listening.
Once you’re done talking, he takes one last, long drag of his cigarette, stubs it out onto the pavement, and asks simply: “So do you want solutions… or something else, sweet’art?”
You can see in his eyes— darting less than solid, certain against your own— that he really means it, in every way that he was too afraid to when he was younger.
The wonderful and terrifying thing about having anxiety while Sam is there is that it’s a vulnerable experience for the both of you. He’s learning, discovering, trying right along with you. And he may not be able to lift you up so easily, but he’ll be able to sink into the dark places with you, and not be afraid to see what’s down there.
And maybe seeing someone he loves so deeply, sees as so beautiful, so smart, so kind, so wonderful, so absolutely perfect to him feel the same ways he does about himself… maybe it makes him think that he’s not as terrible as his brain tells him, either.
Helps you take action by letting himself (finally) not be the smart one: “When ya… get like this, what do you usually do first, sweet’art? Paint me a pit’chure.” Gives you complete control, and smiles softly when you wipe your tears and the logical, the archaeological mind awakens. Mimics unraveling an ancient map when you begin to explain, and you inadvertently hiccup out a laugh.
At times, it’ll feel like he’s trying to run again, but when he stands up and walks across the room— he always returns. This time with your favorite of his jackets, the denim one that smells like him even though he just cleaned it, and drapes it protectively over your shoulders. Clasps his palm at the back of your neck and rubs out the knot he always finds there. Smiles toothy and wide when your words are broken up by sighs of relief. Only to be filled once again with silence, gazes meeting sweet and safe.
“Remember Indonesia?” He offers with a smirk, despite your furrowed brow.
“I guess? What about—?”
“I read the runes’ instructions and ran us in circles all around Bali, only to reread the transcript and realized I got three letters completely wrong. J—V—A. Java. It was goddamn Java the entire time.”
“Your point being?”
He smiles and shrugs. Trying. Maybe he’s wrong, a foreigner in some ancient, uncertain land, but he tries.
“Sometimes our brains are just wrong.” He tries for you. “That’s all.”
You sniffle, and he leans in to press a prickly kiss to your cheek. His jacket is still warm from the dryer, wafting with the residual sting of cigarette, Old Spice Captain, cheap mouthwash, even cheaper aftershave, and something else completely unnameable.
And maybe some others would think the scent appalling, but it’s the strangeness, the specificity, and yes, the stank— everything that makes Sam him— that makes you love it. Love him. The depth. The difference.
The pain, and what he chose to do with it.
Another kiss, this time down your neck. This time, the sigh of relief is his own.
What he chose to change it into.
“So… any chance sex therapy might be a thing?” He asks grinningly.
“Why don’t we find out, ‘sweet’art’?”
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aaa!! love your stuff so so soo much. i wanna see Luke inherit his father’s skill for manipulation. obviously, with Luke, it’s from a totally kind-hearted place because he couldn’t bare to hurt you, but sometimes he needs to twist your mind a lil to get what he wants <4
CW: 18+, smut! Luke being manipulative yes, my babygirl. Oral sex (m).
a/n: HE TOTALLY DOES! This is for you my stargirl.
Seeing Luke cry was like an arrow straight to the heart.
“Don’t you love me?” He whispered, burying his face in his hands. His body was trembling, as if he was seconds away from breaking down, which was scary. Seeing every wall crumbling down just because of you, was terrible.
His face made you feel as if you were the villain of the story. The evil mistress who broke the young Skywalker’s heart. “Of course I love you.” You mumbled, staring at your own feet. His quiet sobs were painful. Taking shaky steps you stopped next to him, hesitantly sitting next to him on the couch. Touching him was like signing a death sentence.
And Luke Skywalker was the executioner.
“If you loved me, you wouldn't leave me” He raised his head just the slightest bit so he could peer at you from between his fingers. Those piercing blue eyes were enough to make your knees buckle— and thank the Maker you were seated, or else the floor would gladly receive you.
His hand reached for yours and you didn’t dare to let go. It was like a vicious cycle. Breaking up because his love was like a tight rope around your neck, smothering you and choking you, until Luke came back crawling and asking for forgiveness for pushing you away with his possessiveness and sudden bursts of emotions. You had no idea where it came from, and you always wondered if it had to do with the lack of attention he had from a formal parental figure or his gloomy upbringing.
“I'm trying to make things right Luke—” Your voice was soft, you hated confrontation and Luke knew it. It wouldn't be hard to convince you. “This… isn't fair for either of us”
Standing up and walking to your room was the wisest choice— but when it came to looking, all you could do to help yourself was allow him back into your life. It doesn't matter how many times you have done it, the situation repeats over and over until it feels more like a weekly thing, than something that should be avoided. Luke was aware of the fact. Anything of these was fair to you because he was doing it on purpose; from his perspective, he was just protecting what belonged to him. He never had much growing up in the hostile world of Tatooine… now— he has anything he wants, and he wants you.
His calloused hands, a product of hours of training to protect the galaxy— to protect you, squeezed your palm and enveloped your fingers tightly.
“Look… my love” His voice no longer sounded desperate, his face began to fall slowly. Almost acquiring a menacing frame. Though he tried to make his voice as gentle as he could; there was an unspoken venom that was hard to conceal behind such a thin façade. “You can’t leave me. We need to stay together. I… I love you. I simply cannot imagine my life without you, so— please stop all this nonsense of wanting to leave me”
There it was. The same old trick. Every. Single. Time. You fell into his trap. And today wasn't the exception.
Exasperation began to build up inside your chest. Deep down you knew this was wrong— but wait a minute, Luke made you feel so loved, he gave you everything you asked for, and he showered you with gifts or dates, or whatever kriff you wanted that day. So, was it a bad thing to forgive him? You weren't an idiot, despite Luke's attempts to brainwash you. This relationship wasn't healthy, it was far from stable,— was it starting to get old?
“Just listen to me, just once” You breathed, running a hand through your hair. “I can't keep doing this. I'm tired of always fighting and making up and feeling like I am the problem and—”
“Why should I listen to you when you clearly don't understand anything whatsoever?” Luke let go of your hands, cupping your cheeks and dragging your face closer to his. The same blue irises that you learned to love, were staring deep inside your soul, testing you, reading you. “It’s okay if you don't get it. I understand it can be difficult sometimes— You are not meant to do the things you enjoy, not while you are with me, I mean— You already have me, what else would you possibly need?” He wasn’t crying anymore, his eyes were puffy, and his cheeks were flushed.
Luke never had a problem with crying, especially when he wanted to; He begs, whines, and pleas… Completely fulfilling his desired act. To make you feel so remorseful you will bend under his will.
His smile didn't have any right to be so sweet, so bright. Luke Skywalker didn't have any right to be a ray of sun.
“Now you are mine” Luke’s voice was above a whisper. Whatever he was doing it was undoubtedly working. “You don't need to do anything else, my starlight. We can be together. Forever.” Such promise was supposed to be soothing until it wasn't.
His lips brushed over yours, having you right where he wanted.
“I'm just… protective” Your ex–or your boyfriend– or whoever he was now— continued. Pressing gentle kisses until your mind began to get foggy. Luke’s lips were like a drug. He never gave you enough to satiate that ich that the taste of his sweet mouth created in your body. “You couldn't understand because you'd never had someone love you as much as I do. Don't you see?”
Granting him with a soft nod, your eyes fluttered with what appeared to be desire. Luke could read you like an open book. His kisses began to be more slow, steady, and more intimate. He was testing the waters. He needed to prep you first.
“Don’t you see?” He asked again, running his hands up and down your hips, shifting in his seat. “I ask you to do all those things for your good. You are too blinded by your kindness that you fail to see that people out there are cruel. They are just trying to take advantage of you”
What if he was right? Luke had no… he had no reasons to lie to you, right? His weight on top of your body was comforting. This was something familiar, his closeness was soothing. Luke was there—your Luke.
Yes! He was right! People were cruel, mean. Your friends were making fun of you behind your back, just like Luke said. Your friends were a bad influence, just like Luke said. You were just too blind to see it because you often only choose to see the good side of people, unlike Luke. He knows when something is wrong. He always knows. And, as your boyfriend he is allowed to take care of you.
Luke’s kisses became more desperate, eager. His tongue explored your mouth and his fingers gripped your skin as if you were about to leave. “I’m just doing what’s best for you, princess” He moaned against your lips, as his hands cupped your breasts and squeezed with his strong hands. “Soon you’ll see how much I worry about you, once you see that, you’d understand the truth. Because in all reality… you’re just being silly. Aren’t you?” His hands slid inside your blouse, snapping your bra open and wasting no time playing with your nipples, rolling them and pinching them. “Aren’t you silly, my beautiful darling?” Luke hurried you, moaning quietly when he heard you whine his name and arch your back.
Yes, Luke was obsessed. And he was proud of it.
He guided you kindly, forcing you into a state of mind where all you could think of was him. The power his words held was surreal. Your brain was mush, just like Luke wanted it to be. Helping you untie his belt, he watched with amazement how your mouth lowered on him. He loved to see you like this, after he cried you always felt guilty and did anything he asked for in order to cope and ease with your remorse. Luke hates seeing you cry, and he firmly believes what he is doing is for you; He is truly worried. You are the only good thing he has in his life, so of course he is going to do anything in his power to keep you by his side.
He moaned your name as your tongue licked the sensitive head of his cock, tasting him and rolling your eyes at the taste. Luke’s breath hitched, buckling his hips and whining when you began to take him inside your mouth. His length felt thick and heavy inside your mouth, giving him head was one of your favorite things to do.
“This is what you want, right?” Luke whispered, brushing hair away from your face and keeping a hand over your head to control your movements. It didn’t take you long to grow at a steady pace, and for Luke to become a teary-eyed, moaning mess. “You want m—me…”
You wanted to answer but his dick in your throat was preventing you from; A simple whimper came from your mouth and Luke groaned at the sound buckling his hips faster, basically fucking your face. You gasped for air when he yanked your hair and rubbed his wet cock against your cheek, smearing your spit and his precum, your chest heaving with difficulty. Luke took his time to slap the swollen tip of his cock over your lips, your cheek, enjoying how your eyes seemed to go hazy with pleasure at the feeling.
“Say it” His voice is soft, massaging your scalp with his fingertips. “Say you are mine. Say that you will never leave.”
The words choked in your throat, he was again asking you to tie yourself to him and you weren’t sure if you truly wanted that.
But you did it anyway.
“I belong to you; I will never leave you. I love you.”
The smile of relief that danced across his lips swelled your heart. Luke was happy.
So you were happy too.
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Hey Writer-nim✌️, How's it going?.
Me? Nothing much happening this week just casually waiting for your next story, the latest one are great, not my favor the threesome act but if you can treat them equally then it is ok😅
Hey do you want to write a fluff short story of sakura after the recent Coachella,
"Despite all of the criticism she still managed to respond from her side of view. Many would say she's able to handle it all like a tough nut but in reality she needs someone to comfort her. Would you be there for her as someone she most hopes aiding her?"
Hello mikeylo! Sorry for taking so long with this one, life got in the way :,) I hope you like it and hope ur doing good :)
You knock on the door of Sakura’s hotel room with two matcha lattes and a bag of donut holes in your hands. An hour ago, she texted you to come over, so you decided to stop by a cafe for some treats, thinking she’s probably exhausted from performing for the past two days at Coachella. You still get chills just thinking about her on the stage, performing her heart out for thousands of people.
The door swings open, revealing Sakura in an oversized black hoodie, her eyes puffy and red as if she had just been crying.
“Hey, I got you a couple tr- Oh.” Without a word, she wraps her arms around your torso, planting her face on your chest. “Is something wrong, Sakura?” The only answer she gives you is a long, depressed sigh.
Carefully, you push her into the room, shutting the door behind you, and sitting her on the bed. Her eyes stay glued to the ground, deep in thought. A million questions flow through your mind as you try to figure out what could have happened between Le Sserafim’s performance and now. Did she get into a fight with one of her members? Did a family member die? Did you do something wrong?
“Sakura, you have to tell me what’s wrong here. I’m really worried about you,” you say, lacing your fingers with her. It takes a couple moments of silence and waiting, but eventually, she faces you, tears threatening to pour from her eyes.
“I-I… I read the comments… about our performance yesterday… a-and…” Her voice falters, cracking like shattered porcelain. You pull her into a tight embrace as she lightly sobs into your shoulder. Some of the comments you saw online about Le Sserafim’s set were less than favorable, but you know that they’re nothing but a vocal minority. You witnessed firsthand just how amazing they were on stage, even your friends that knew nothing about the group enjoyed it.
“Hey, it’s okay,” you whisper soothingly. “I promise you a lot of people loved your performance. You did the best you could and that’s all that matters. Don’t beat yourself up just because some people want to be jerks online.”
Sakura pulls away from you, still sniffling. You wipe away her tears, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s do something fun to cheer you up, okay? You’ve been working for the past two days, I bet you’re exhausted,” you suggest.
“Can we just stay inside for today?” She looks up at you, pleading like a sad puppy. How could you ever say no to that face?
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“Yah! Stop spamming that move!”
“Stop getting hit by it, dummy!”
Your character gets launched off the stage, leading to another victory for Sakura Miyawaki. She jumps around the room excitedly, rubbing her win in your face for the umpteenth time.
When Sakura first suggested you play Smash Bros together, you figured you would go easy on her, not wanting to upset her more. However, the more she won, the cockier she became. Eventually, you decided to give it your all, but to your horror, not even your best was enough to defeat her gaming prowess.
“One more round!” She exclaims, the flame of competition burning in her eyes.
You toss your controller away and throw the covers of yourself. “I don’t wanna play with you anymore!” You say jokingly.
“Yah!” Sakura jumps on you and attempts to wrestle the covers away from you. The sound of laughter fills the room, a complete 180 from the depressing atmosphere you walked into a couple hours ago. You would gladly lose to her a million times if it meant getting to see her happy like this everyday.
The tussle ends when both of you collapse on the bed, gasping for breath. You look over at each other, which devolves into another chain of faint laughter. The sunlight peeking through the windows is replaced by the night sky, dotted with beams of light from the California nightlife.
“Oh no, it’s dark out. Guess I have to stay the night,” you tease, pulling Sakura towards you. She rests her head on your chest, filling your nostrils with the clean scent of her shampoo.
“I would like that a lot.” She peers into your eyes with a wide grin. Something about her draws you closer. Maybe it’s the way her eyes gaze so lovingly at you or the way her soft lips curl into a smile that never fails to brighten your day. Maybe it’s the way she works hard at everything she does, even if she’s not immediately good at it, or the way she never fails to bounce back from a struggle. Whatever it is, you find yourself leaning into her, closing your eyes as you anticipate the feeling of her lips.
The initial contact is soft and doughy, notes of sweetness coating your tastebuds. You fall deeper into bliss, opening your mouth to deepen the kiss only for your tongue to be blocked by something that didn’t feel like lips. You open your eyes to Sakura laughing at you while pressing a donut hole against your mouth. A wave of emotions wash over you, most notably embarrassment and shock.
“I-I… Y-you…” You sputter. “I’m leaving.” Jokingly, you jump out of bed and stomp your way towards the door.
“Noooo, wait!” She grabs your wrist and tries to pull you back, but unlike her gaming skills, her physical strength is much weaker than yours, allowing you to pull her into your arms. The two of you giggle as you engage in an impromptu slow dance in the middle of her hotel room, swaying side to side to the beat of an imaginary song that only you can hear. The warmth of her embrace leaves you feeling content and enlightened.
“Thank you for staying with me,” she mutters into your chest.
“Thank you for existing.”
Sakura looks up at you, standing on her tippy toes as she pulls you in for a kiss - a real kiss this time. She sighs happily into your mouth, her steady breath sending shivers on the skin of your cheek. You instinctively grab her waist to keep her balanced, holding her close with no intention of letting her go. The ambience of busy cars and chattering people fade into nothing but an afterthought, leaving you to bask in the intimacy of this perfect night.
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Ooh I just saw a cute little AU prompt I wanna see if it can be used! So it’s the soulmate au where the reader shares eye color in one eye with their soulmate. I’d love it if you could do an angsty fluffy Anakin x reader would mate au with Anakin in his revenge of the sith era? Also, I was wondering if you write for Stargate or know any writer who does on here? There’s not enough Stargate love and it makes me sad 😞. Thanks lovely!
The Look of Terror In Your Eyes
Pairing: Anakin Skywalker x fem!reader; Soulmate au!!!!
Summary: Reader is one of padmé’s handmaidens, and while joining her on Mustafar, she finds a familiar pair of eyes. Eyes that shouldn’t be as red as they are…
Word Count: 2.6k
Warnings: fire, sobbing, sith, evil anakin, star wars stuff, related violence (not really) Idk, you let me know…
A/n: Thank you so much for waiting and requesting! Took a while to get out but I was feeling the angst after ep 7 of The Last Of Us. 😭😭😭 Also, sorry, I don’t know any writers for stargate! i had to look it up 😭😭, but if anyone has any recommendations, comment them. Anyway, I hope you enjoy, sorry for the long break y’all!!! <33333333
P.s: I love the soulmate au trope!!!!! <3
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[Name] always loved the idea of a soulmate. The mere thought of a perfect person for her, a soul that perfect for hers sounded marvellous. Two hearts connected by the grace of the universe, or as the Jedi believe, the force. Many people debated the origin of this special connection between organisms; specifically humanoids. Some thought it was their planet’s deity that blessed–and in some cases, cursed– the living beings with companionship, others thought it wasn’t real, that it was all just some trick of a decease or parasite. But most have concluded and agreed that it was the work of the seemingly magic that holds the universe together; the force.
[Name] was a big fan of any theory or story she could hear about soulmates. Free time was spent asking the people around her about their second eye. She always wondered how other’s knew which eye was whose, and she was always met with, “You only know when you meet them, when you lock eyes.” [Name] often liked to imagine what her soulmate looked like. Which eye would be her soulmate’s and which would be her own? What would her soulmate look like with a body around her matching eyes? Would they be brunette? Blond? Would they be a man? Be a woman? What would it look like when they eventually locked eyes? Would their eyes fill with the amount of love [Name] knew that she would feel for them?
Thoughts of her special someone flooded her mind every moment she had time to think. And as much as she loved to think about it, she hardly had time too. [Name] was a busy girl as she was a handmaiden of Padmé and often was travelling, doing one of the other girls make up or switching places with Padmé in order to keep her safe. The senator was the girls main priority and honestly, she was their pride and joy.
This busy job didn’t keep [Name]’s thoughts from wandering at night and like a magnet, her mind would gravitate to her soulmate. She only began to think more about it after a trip to Naboo, where [Name] learned of two of Padmé’s previous handmaidens who were soulmates and had met each other through the former Queen’s protection program. While a wonderful story, [Name] couldn’t help but think about if she would meet her soulmate on the job, if ever. It was a large universe and more often than not, soulmates die before they are ever able to meet the soul destined for them.
Days in the senate were quiet and beyond mundane. And while every once and a while Padmé and her causes would get a win, those times were few and far in-between. Majority of days were spent in the rooms that were provided for the senators, pouring over documents and finding information on how to fix the wrongs of the galaxy, diplomatically.
But these issues are never resolved overnight, and after years of tireless hours of dedicated work within the senate, [Name] found herself less and less hopeful of the wonderful life she pictured outside of the senate. She dreamed of a life with her soulmate, back on Naboo, where she could be with her family and friends. Somewhere nice, somewhere where she could live out the rest of her life out in peace surrounded by everything she has ever loved.
Those dreams always seemed silly once she was sat in the senate, watching over Padmé time and time again, no hope that this life would cease. That the war would end and they could go back home once they finally had did all they could in repairing the senate. That [Name] could finally live out her happily ever after with the one she dreams of, but knows nothing of. Nothing but what one of their eye’s looks like.
Although soulmates could come as romantic or platonic, [Name] never cared. [Name] would be happy to not be lonely. To have someone by her side for the rest of her life. That was all [Name] dreamed of. Not being alone.
That was why she took the job after all. Of course, when the former Queen calls, it is hard to decline the honour of protecting the one and only Padmé Amidala. But that deal becomes a whole lot sweeter when there is a promise of a group of girls accompanying you. A promise that you will not be alone. That was very incising for [Name].
And while most of the senate meetings were snore inducing and late nights reading and rereading documents was beyond tedious, it was made incredibly better by the girls who had also agreed to lay their lives of the line for Padmé. They had become a sisterhood of sorts, a unbreakable friendship formed between them and there was an unspoken understanding that while they worked with Padmé, they were in for anything. That meant life or death, they stood together in order for Padmé to prosper.
That security meant everything to [Name]. In fact, that was everything to [Name]. Since she joined Padmé on her trip to Coruscant all of those years ago, [Name] has practically forgotten who she used to be, and was convinced that a part of her lied in this job. And that part would be ripped from her if she ever left the job, and she would be left alone.
Her dreams of meeting her soulmate never died though. In fact, that is what got her through every day. Every day that she spent with the people she loved so much, every day she dreaded them being taken from her. Thoughts and dreams of a perfect world, with her perfect person. No war, no slavery, no crime, just two souls meeting and living out the rest of their lives, just one day at a time.
But as she stood in front of the mirror of the fresher, all of those thoughts flew out the window. Traveling with Padmé as her escort, [Name] ended up on a J-type Naboo star skiff headed towards Mustafar. [Name] didn’t know why they were going to Mustafar or what would be waiting for them on the old mining planet, but she did know that she wasn’t ready.
It didn’t matter what met them on Mustafar, because all that really mattered to [Name] in the moment, was her reflection. Or more specifically, her right eye that had turned a gnarly, fresh blood red, with irises the colour of acid.
It only took a matter of moments before [Name] found tears running down her face. She pulled at the skin of her cheeks, moving in closer to look if what she had seen was right before closing her eyes. It was a vicious loop; pull, look, cover. She wasn’t sure how long this went on for, finding herself heaving on the floor what felt like a century later. What was she going to do?
She had heard of Sith eyes. Many had, especially if one had spent any time on Coruscant. The tales of Jedi going to the dark side were relatively popular in the upper-levels of Coruscant. The nasty evil that had become a cataclysmic emergency in galaxy had ruthlessly killed millions with no regard for life. That was of course until the Jedi Order vanquished them. The nasty plague that was the Sith had been thought to have been defeated, extinct, as of many, many years ago. But yet, her [Name] was, with her right eye as bright as the sun, glowing so bright, it was as if it was haunting her.
What does this mean?
Am I going to die?
Am I Sith?
Will I hurt innocent people?
Am I evil?
Thoughts infiltrated her mind without mercy and terror tore through her brain like a violent hurricane. Her mind was spinning.
Millions of lives have been lost at the hands of the Sith. Millions of innocent caught in the reign of terror the Sith brought where ever they went. How could [Name] be like them?
Then it hit her like a freighter.
Her soulmate.
Her soulmate, the one she had dreamed and fantasized about her whole life, a Sith. Pure evil, working for causes that only bring harm to the universe. Lying on the floor, [Name]’s sobs wracked through her body, the only rest she got is when she started to violently leave heave before more tears and loud sobs found their way from her lungs.
It made sense though, she was never a Jedi, never force sensitive. So why would her pair of eyes be the distinct aggressive colour of the force sensitive Sith?
The Sith wasn’t her, so that only left her soulmate. Her wonderful, beautiful soulmate of which she has never met. And as she curls deeper into herself, [Name] questions whether she would actually meet them.
And whether or not she wants too.
Just as [Name]’s sobs and shook started to subside, [Name] felt the familiar jolt of the ship landing. A cool chill shot up her back as she made her way to her feet. Looking into the mirror once more, she found that both the eyes were back to how she remembered them to be. What they had always been her entire life. Wiping her eyes, [Name] tried to clear all evidence of her tears and break down.
[Name] closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. The sound of the ships engine shutting off reminded her of where she was. Right, Mustafar; the place where Padmé was rushing to in order to help a friend. Letting out a breath, she made a promise to herself to help Padmé out with whatever.
[Name] stood next right next to Padmé as the hatch lowered and the red hazed glow of the lava coated planet overwhelmed her vision. As she was momentary blinded, Padmé ran down the ramp towards a cloaked figure. From the distance, [Name] couldn’t hear much but she could make out a faint conversation as she slowly approached.
“I saw your ship, what are you doing out here?” The brunette man spoke as he leaned into the hug Padmé was giving him, before pulling away and holding on to the sides of her arms.
“I was worried about you, Obi-wan told me terrible things,” Padmé looked up at him, and from her tone of voice, something [Name] knew very well, it was evident that Padmé was very upset.
“What things?” He questioned, not harshly, but certainly not in a tone of voice one should use with a senator.
“He said that you’ve turned to the dark side. That you…” Padmé began, before pausing, struggling to find the strength within her to whisper the words.
“Killed younglings,” She muttered in horror. Terror was set in her eyes, but there was not quiver of disbelief in her tone, no indicator to [Name] that this man wouldn’t do such a thing.
“Obi-wan is trying to turn you against me,” The man spoke after a moment, his voice deep with the familiar feel of unnerve that Padmé and her handmaidens have become so used to in the senate.
“He cares about you, Anakin,” Padmé argued, although it didn’t sound like an argument, more like a plea. “He wants to help you.”
Anakin’s eyebrows furrowed, “Nothing can save me, only my new powers can do that.”
Padmé took a step back and [Name] took two steps forward.
“At what cost?” Padmé looked into his eyes once again, and as [Name] could see, she was begging. “You’re a good person. Don’t do this.”
“I am becoming more powerful than any Jedi has ever dreamed of,” Anakin's gaze was intense, his eyes narrowed on Padmé as if at any point she would stab him and run away.
“I am more powerful than the chancellor. I-I can over throw him,” Anakin began taking steps forward and quickly Padmé started taking steps back.
“And together you and I can rule the galaxy, make things the way we want them to be,” Anakin stops moving, watching Padmé eagerly in hopes that she will agree.
Taking another step back, Padmé shakes her head, “I don’t believe what I am hearing. Obi-wan was right. You’ve changed.”
Anakin scuffs, shaking his head before raising his finger, “I don’t wanna hear any more about Obi-wan. The Jedi turned against me, don’t you turn against me,” That sounded like a command.
“I don’t know you anymore. Anakin, you’re my best friend, you are like my brother,” Padmé plead, her voice broken and littered with heartbreak. It might not have sounded like it, but those few words meant everything to Padmé. Those words were like a code that only one of her handmaidens could crack. That [Name] could crack.
The words whispered of betrayal, of heart break and of a familiar love that she cannot part with. She truly loved Anakin, the sister in her seemed to shine through as she spoke with the man.
“You’re going down a path I can’t follow.”
“Because of Obi-wan?”
“Because of what you’ve done,” Padmé sobbed, her voice raising as she neared her breaking point. [Name] finally made her way behind Padmé as she spoke again, “Because of what you plan to do.”
And as [Name] laid her hand on Padmé’s shoulders, bring her back slightly, Anakin’s eyes were back on the ship. [Name] rubbed Padmé’s arms gently in attempts to comfort the distressed girl and as she did so, it was almost as if she could feel the rage from the man behind her. [Name] tried to pay no mind, busying herself with the sobbing girl before her. Padmé’s head raised, looking up from the spot she marked on the ground, and gasped as she made eye contact with you.
“Liar!” Anakin yelled, bring the attention back to him. And when [Name] eyes drifted over to the simmering man, she found herself looking into a very familiar set of eyes.
Her eyes.
The same pair of eyes that stare back at her in her reflection every day, mirrored.
A gasp left [Name]’s throat, bringing his attention to her. As his gaze connected with hers, his eyes faded from one red, and one of [Name]’s to just infectious red. A wave of comfort went through [Name]’s body as she stared into the eyes that she has been dying to meet.
But instead of relief, or joy, [Name] only felt gutted. The harsh heat from the surrounding lava did nothing to sooth the soaring stinging in her eyes as she watches the man before her look behind her again. She hardly even notices when another man, a Jedi, passes her. As angry words were exchanged and she found herself losing focus, standing by the side as she watches the Jedi and the Sith duel to the death.
Her world just flipped its axis, leaving her body to adjust. Emotionally, physically. The biological reaction to meeting one’s soulmate was to release serotonin, dopamine, and oxytocin, all chemicals in one’s brain responsible for happiness. But in this moment, those hormones were only adding to the increasing feeling of emptiness growing in her heart.
She had just watched her supposed soulmate turn to the dark side before her eyes. Choosing to assist the death of others rather than assist the quality of living for others. Everything [Name] and Naboo has ever help to fix in the senate could be destroyed in a snap of her own soulmate’s fingers.
How was she going to live her life know what she was tied to? Would he come back to the light? Would he die? Would she?
Or would she give up everything she has ever known for the chance of a life partner? Someone who will never leave her.
[Name] drops to her knees, a suppressed sob managed its way to the surface, bringing sharp tears from her eyes.
The famous Anakin Skywalker, former Jedi knight, [Name]’s soulmate, leaving tears in her eyes. And as she watches the blurry two duel, she finds that not only is there tears in her eyes, but also terror.
A/n: I got a little carried away with this, and it might have gotten a little off topic, but I hoped you liked it. I haven’t edited it yet, but I will get to it! Thank you so much for reading and waiting!!! <333333 Let me know what you think! Love y’all to the stars!
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