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strangermarvelss · 2 years

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the pain of letting you go- e.m (pt 13)

Pairing: Ex!Eddie Munson x Ex!AFAB!Reader

Summary: you hear eddie out one last time

Warnings: angst, brief mentions of past abuse(do not read if you are uncomfortable with the subject), crying, apologies, eddie tears, eddie pov, fluff

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: the finale has arrived! thank you to everyone for the continued support, i have loved writing this series and loved hearing your theories and suggestions! reminder: if the topic is sensitive for you, please do not read. enjoy! :) -sava

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Eddie looks to his wrist, reading noon on the dot thanks to his shitty digital watch. He lets out a sigh, his nerves dialed up to 11 today and trying his best to calm down. There was a lot of pressure on this meeting between the two of you, because if what you said in your note was true, you’d only be willing to hear him out this one last time. He only had one more chance to show you how much you mean to him and plead his case for the two of you to get back together. So he wasn’t going to risk any hiccups that could ruin it.

He stopped at the local grocery store on the way to Benny’s browsing the floral department in search of a bouquet of your favorite flowers. He knows it might come off as a bribe or trying a little too hard, but frankly, he didn’t care about that. He knows what you like and wants to show that to you, that he pays attention and can be involved in your and Christopher’s life.

He borrowed a shirt from Wayne, having gone over to tell him about your lunch together today and him insisting on his nephew looking nice for it. Wayne’s argument was if he wanted to help you understand just how serious he was, he should look the part. Eddie nearly protested to the idea, telling his uncle that the place they picked for lunch wasn’t necessarily the type of place you dress up to go to, but he ultimately lost that battle.

Hopping out of his van, he grabs the flowers from the passenger seat and closes the door, walking up to the entrance as he fixes the dress shirt. Opening the door, he’s happy to see the lunch crowd isn’t too big today, smiling at the owner that took over after Benny’s passing.

“Eddie! How are you boy? You look very nice today,” the woman asks, leaning against the hostess stand. Eddie smiles, looking down at his outfit and striking a pose.

“I’m doing alright, just meeting Y/N here for some lunch today,” he tells her simply, not wanting to go into too much detail about the impending meeting.

“Ahh, Y/N. I always thought you two kids were the cutest couple Hawkins ever saw. Having had that cute son of yours too? Man oh man. I was really shocked to hear about the two of you separating,” she tells him, a sympathetic look twisting onto her features as she lays a reassuring hand on his arm. Eddie nods, taking a deep breath as he looks to the woman. So much for not wanting to get into it with her.

“Yeah, me too. But we’re meeting here today to talk, hopefully things turn out well for us,” he says with a smile, crossing his fingers together tightly with his free hand.

“I sure hope so. I always keep that booth you two love open for ya, go on and take a seat.”

Eddie nods, walking towards the back corner of the restaurant and plopping down in the seat that faces the door, wanting to be able to see you walk in. Setting the flowers on the table, he clasps his hands together on the table, knee bouncing rapidly underneath. He’s trying hard to keep calm, but the thought of thinks ending permanently between you scared the shit out of him. He wasn’t ready to lose the love of his life for good, let the one think that has kept him sane and happy for the past 10 years slip through his fingers, all because he didn’t get the help that he needed and kept his insecurities locked away in his own head instead of talking with you or his new therapist about it.

The sound of the bell on the door ringing pulls his attention, meeting your eyes from across the room. He gives you a timid wave, a small smile creeping onto his face as you begin walking towards him.

To say your day was going well would be a lie. Your sleep was compromised by the constant tossing and turning associated with restlessness, unable to get in a comfortable position as your mind produced countless scenarios of how this lunch would go. Between running out of coffee at home and back-to-back meetings at work, you were already stressed and now your marriage was hanging in the balance of the outcome of this lunch, so your nerves were all over the place…and the day wasn’t even close to ending yet.

“Hey,” he tells you as you slide into the booth seat across from him. You flash him a tight lipped smile, setting your large purse down on the empty part of the bench closest to the wall. You notice the flowers resting on the table, a warm feeling spreading across your chest at the minor detail he managed to recall for you. You take a moment to glance at his attire, appreciating the effort he was putting into your meeting today. If this was any sign of how things may go, you were beginning to feel more hopeful that before.

“Hey,” you reply.

“H-how are you?” He lets out, his hands ringing together in front of you.

“Good,” you lie, another smiling painting its way onto your lips. “How are you?”

“Good! Yeah, good.”

A pregnant pause falls between you, your eyes looking to the surrounding tables or the parking lot outside. You could feel him looking at you, his big brown eyes raking over your body and making your skin crawl with anticipation, desperate for more answers you’ve been waiting forever to hear. Watching from the corner of your eye, you see his mouth open and close abruptly, his brain working overtime to try and figure out just how he wanted to broach the subject you agreed upon discussing. You meet his gaze, opening your own mouth to say something to break the tension that has created a thick cloud in the empty space around you both, but-

“You kids ready to order? You want your usual orders?” The owner asks, smacking her gum as she waits for your answers. You nod, watching Eddie do the same as he hands the menus back to her. She sends you both a warm smile before turning her back and making her way to the order window.

“So…I just want to know why,” you begin, causing his brow to raise. “I want to know why it really happened. What you discussed in therapy. Why exactly you want to get back together. Why you think I should trust you not to hurt me again.”

“Okay, yeah. You deserve the answers, and I want to be transparent with you. What I told you that night in the van, it was true. Gareth did get in my head and led me to spiral down a path of destruction that our marriage unfortunately got caught up in. But it wasn’t entirely those insecurities coming to the surface,” he starts, taking a deep breath to pause. He turns to his glass of Big Red, grasping it and taking a sip before setting it back by his side.

“During therapy, the therapist and I got down to a few reasons as to what was really going on in my brain to make me act on that kind of impulsive behavior. You know how shitty my childhood was, and how I’ve never been one to have good things happen to me. With my history, it’s hard to accept a win whenever they do come my way, so I tend to self-sabotage when things are really good. Saving myself from future heartbreak that may or may not come to protect my own feelings. And because of what happened with my mother-“ another pause. “I also tend to run away from problems when they come to me, the abandonment issues taking into effect in that way.”

He gives you a minute to soak up the information he just dropped on you. You almost felt sick at the mention of his past, knowing how hard it is for him to talk about it sometimes and how much he wants to just move on from that part in his life, despite the love he had for his mother. Your therapist sounded right on the money with the self sabotage and abandonment issues, knowing Eddie usually has to look at the negative side of things, and rightfully so. You give him a nod, silently telling him to continue.

"But I got to thinking about it during my second therapy session, and it kind of clicked when she and I worked the problem out further. All the bullying I endured, let me to give off this kind of attitude where I pretended not to care about what others thought about me. In reality, I cared so fucking much. I wanted to be liked by everyone, have the kinds of moments the other kids got where you'd remember it forever, happy memories. Yeah, conformity was never something I was interested in, but once I found a community that finally understood my interests, I felt this kind of pressure to be like them. To live the badass life like the idols I've come to worship and play the part people expect me to be like when they hear about me. But therapy helped me realize that I don't want some of that crap. It isn't me, and I wish I had realized that sooner."

“I know that what I did was the worst, I beat myself up for it every day. But I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it again: you are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I-if all that crap I had to deal with back then, from getting hit by my dad, my mom leaving me, and getting bullied since i was 7 goddamn years old, led me down the path that allowed us to find and be with each other, then I would do it all again. The happiest years of my life have been spent with you by my side and being a father to our son, a-and I don’t want to keep dicking around and ruining that. I won’t ever make the mistake of treating you less than you deserve ever again. I know I’ve said it to you countless times before, but I will spend the rest of my life making you feel like the only woman alive and making this whole situation up to you.”

You feel yourself slowly being reeled back into him, swooning at his words as he fills you with promises. The voice of doubt was whispering in your ear, trying to fill your head with the negative as you sat before your husband. Part of you wants to cave and listen to the bad thoughts as they keep attacking you, unsure of how you’ll move on from this and manage to keep your relationship from going to a bad place again. But the romantic, heart leading decision making part of you wanted to leap across the table and take Eddie into your arms, pull him close to your body as you tell him you want to be with him forever.

“How can I trust you from here on out? I mean, you say all these things Eddie, some of which I’ve head before, but I want to know how you can prove to me you’ll be better,” you ask, leaning over onto your elbows as you try to get a bit closer to him.

“And you should be worried. Hell, I would be too if the roles were reversed. So all I can tell you is that I hope to continue on with therapy and get the help that I’ve been missing out on. I’m not sure of how often I want to make appointments, but I do want it to be regular enough. I’m going to help myself get into a better mindset and learn to start accepting the good things as they come my way, starting with becoming a better father to Christopher by giving him the attention he’s been missing out on from me. I understand that me coming here to ask you to take me back and asking you to trust me when I haven’t done much to earn that at the moment, but I know with time I can build your trust again by showing you just how sorry I am, especially with me quitting the band in the next couple of weeks,” he explains to you.

Another sigh escapes your lips. “Eddie you can’t quit Corroded Coffin.”

“I have to.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the owner cuts you off before you can let any noise even escape your lips. Hot plates make their way into your vision, the delicious scent of your burger and fries filling your nostrils and taking you out of the conversation momentarily.

"Here you go. Y'all enjoy," she tells you both, flashing a smile. You both thank her, looking to your plates before each other again. Shaking out the distraction, you move the plate to the side, resting your arms on the table and let your brain track back to what you were previously about to say.

“No Eddie, you don’t. You cannot back out of your promise to the guys because things got bad between us. You made a commitment to them, just like you did to me six years ago. Turning down your dream of music to try and win me back isn’t going to solve this, because it just tells me that you think you won’t be able to control yourself during gigs, when I know you can, if what you’re telling me is true. I also don’t think I could live with myself for being the reason you throw your dreams away, and feel you would begin to resent me for that decision, which may break us apart once again, and I don’t think I’ll be able to survive that,” you tell him.

The hopeful gleam in his eye sends a shiver down your spine, his nervous demeanor shifting as the excitement settles into the rest of his features. You can’t help but smile a little, looking down at the table to hide your small amount of bashfulness. These were the feelings you had been missing when you were around Eddie, feeling like you were sent through time back to when you realized your feelings for him back in your high school days. Back when the only problems you had regarding Eddie was how you were going to broach the topic of your feelings to him. Back when there was no child in the picture and things were just…simpler between the two of you.

“W-w-wait. So does this mean-?” Eddie asks, trying to keep his giddiness at bay. You nod slowly, looking up at him as you bite your lip.

“I want to make things clear though. Thinks aren’t just magically fixed between us, there is still trust to be built back up, like you said. You’re not just going to waltz back into the house and pretend these last six months didn’t happen. The pain I went through was very real, and...” you take a minute to pause, taking in a deep breath as you feel tears prick at the backs of your eyes. “Insecurities of my own rose from it all too. But after talking with Steve last night, he helped me realize that beyond this separation, we haven’t had any major fights. You’ve never given me a reason to not trust you other than this, and if what you tell me is true, then I’m willing to give this a second chance. But if anything bad happens again, Eddie…I don’t want it to, but I won’t be afraid to draw up the divorce papers myself.”

He smiles, your determination on the matter showing just how serious you were about wanting to make things right between you. Eddie felt as if a weight was lifted off his chest, the weight of the guilt and shame lifting ever so slightly to let him breathe.

“Y/N, you have no idea how much this means to me,” he tells you, picking up his fork and diving into his pancakes. Eddie was never one to care about what food should be ate at what time. If he was craving it, he would have it.

“I mean, I think I have some idea,” you tease, grabbing your fork as well. “That night we spent together in the van, I was willing to give things another go, the only difference from then and now is bomb you dropped on me last night, and it messed with my head. The love I have for you though, it never went away, even if I tried really hard to move on like you did. But to repeat after you…you’re it for me Eddie.”

He drops his fork onto his plate and stands from his place, pushing his plate closer to you and coming to sit on your bench. He takes your hands in his, a single tear running down his pale cheek. You give him a smile, looking into his glassy brown eyes as he sniffles a little.

“I promise you that you won’t regret this. I will cook for you every day, do the laundry, put Christopher to sleep every night, fuckin’ worship you every goddamn night until my breath runs out,” he pleads, shaking your hands as he speaks and making the whole thing playfully dramatic. He manages to coax a giggle from your mouth, smiling at you all proud of himself.

“Slow down there buddy. I want to take this one day at a time, okay? Communication has to be the key here, alright? Talking about our problems with one another instead of bottling it up inside, then slowly working you back into routine and eventually getting you back into the house and getting things back to the closest thing to normalcy we can experience from here on out,” you explain to him. He nods, accepting that it will take time to fully earn your trust again, if that would even be a possibility. He looks up at you again, moving his hand to caress your face, hesitation evident to make sure he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

Nuzzling your face into his hand, you feel the familiar warmth that you used to love. The way Eddie was looking at you now, the comforting warm chocolate swimming around in his eyes, his soft dimples poking into his cheeks, admiration and love etched into his features. You missed they way he used to look at you, the first few months of grumbles and evil glances making you crave the caring affection he used to show you. It felt nice, reassuring, but most of all…comforting and sensible.

“Would it be okay if I kissed you?” Eddie asks you, running his thumb over the soft skin accompanying your cheek.

“Yeah,” you nod. “I’d like that.”

Stretching his neck out, he brings his upper half slightly closer to you. He brings his free hand to rest of the other side of your head smiling as his lips begin their journey to yours. You watch the pale lids of his eyes close, lips parting ever so slightly before making contact with your plump lips. You melt into his touch, taking his chapped lips in yours. The familiar scent you’d been so accustom to was absent, your senses overcome with the minty taste of his favorite gum, without being a mask for the stale nicotine stench of his cigarettes or the pungent scent of weed he loved so much.

A content sigh leaves your lips as you part them slightly, his lips moving against yours with subtly. Your hands make their way up his body, resting them on the nape of his neck and carding your fingers through his soft brown curls trapped in the low bun he set. He darts his tongue out of his mouth, swiping it along your bottom lip in an attempt to ask to enter. With that, you slowly tug your head away from him, smiling at him and shaking your head lightly.

“Like I said…taking it slow,” you remind him. He bites his lip, looking down at the table and nodding before meeting your eyes once more.

“Noted: no tongue yet,” he jokes, making you laugh. The two of you untangle yourselves from one another, sitting properly in the booth as your shoulders touch. Grabbing your forks once more, you both look to each other for a moment before turning back to your lunches, the reminder of your short time left before you have to return to the office nagging you. His ring clad hand rests on your knee, looking over at you with a curious expression to see if his actions were okay. Nodding, you poke your fork at his own plate, swiping an already cut piece of pancake and popping it in your mouth.

With his mouth agape, he lets out a chuckle at your mischievous ways, nudging your shoulder as he pokes around at his plate and actually beginning to eat his meal. You both fall into a comfortable silence, not needing to say anything more for the moment, satisfied with how things were looking towards your future together. Taking a french fry into your mouth, you watch him out of the corner of your eye, smiling as he shovels the food into his mouth. Confidence surged within you, the gut feeling that was poking at you all morning finally gone.

Eddie may have hurt you when he initially asked for the separation, months of self doubt and sadness flooding your emotions and inner voice, but a small part of you knew that you wouldn’t need to worry about that any longer. The reassuring words he kept telling you, you believe every word of it. He’s never lied to you before, never given you a reason to not trust him. It was going to be better from here on out, you could feel it settle into your bones. Sometimes people could have those intuitive thoughts, knowing just what was supposed to happen and how things would be. As cliche as it might sounds, you felt like one of those people. Eddie was your person, and you were his. Overcoming struggles was part of the journey of life. Of a relationship. Of a marriage.

After all, you both did say for better or for worse.

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allandoflimbo · 2 years

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Take It Back: His Story (3)

Sequel to Take It Back

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Summary: You and Bucky. It was supposed to be a happy ever after. Your story, home, and love was near perfect. After all, you had worked so hard and suffered so much to be where you finally were. But behind the scenes, Bucky had been dealing with more baggage from the past than he had been willing to publicly share. Steve was always the second best when it came to him and Bucky. From Nat, to you, and maybe now, even someone else. It’s been seven years since Ashlyn cheated on Bucky, but nine since she first fell in love with him.

Two years after their public divorce and after starting therapy, she holds onto a dangerous mixture of jealousy and strength. With new friendships and new love on her side, she knows she should let Bucky go. But should is so hard to do when she loved as hard as she did.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Language, Dirty Talk, Sex/Smut.

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[…] let me tell you something. I know the woman I fell in love with. I know the girl I met and she is none of those things you accuse her of […].”

New York City, New York - 5th Ave

Ten years ago

It was cold and windy and Bucky hated it. He just wanted to grab some hot cocoa and go home. The day had been too long and he was exhausted. He was shocked he had enough energy to pull out his phone while outside to book an Uber when something red landed on his foot.

A red beret.

He looked up confused. There was no one around and no one reaching for it. Bending down, he picks it up. Normally, he wouldn't touch things that are just on the street like that, but this felt different.

Where did it come from?

He twirls it in his hand, examining it.

Pretty.

He looked towards the entrance of the building, considering if he should submit it to the lost and found or not, only for it to be locked in some random closet or shelf for the next thirty years in a city of eight million.

He was about to walk it over to the side of one of the iron columns and place it away from the wind for its finder, when he bumped into a girl with a head full of brown hair.

Another gust came through.

She smelled sweet and bright. He smiled as their eyes met and he felt his heart hammering away inside of his chest.

"Is this yours?" He asked her.

Her eyes darted to his hand where he held her beret.

"Yes, that's mine. I'm sorry, I was running after it and I was afraid I wouldn't catch it." Her voice was sweet.

She was gorgeous.

"That's okay," he looked down as he watched her hug her trench coat tighter around herself. His smile quickly fell off, "But you look cold."

"Yeah," she looked down at her attire as another harsh wind came through, causing them both to flinch. This time the gust was sharp, like needles.

Bucky opened his coat to shield her from the gust.

"Oh shit." He chuckled and stayed with her in that position until the wind eventually stopped.

"It's really cold today." She said shyly.

"Yeah, I think it's supposed to snow later," he looked around the city and then back at her, "Are you local?"

"Upstate."

"Gotcha," he pulled out his phone and quickly typed a message to Steve letting him know he would call him later about pizza night, "I swear, I wasn't going to throw it out or anything. I was going to place it," he turned slightly and lifted his finger in direct sight to the metal pole, "Right there." He handed her her hat, "You're lucky you bumped into me when you did."

She chuckled and looked away, blushing.

"Well, it was nice running into you." Bucky says slowly, not knowing exactly where else it would be appropriate to take this conversation.

He watched as the pretty girl's eyebrows furrows and as she smiled slightly.

"It was," she gestured outwards with her beret and then placed it on her head, "Thanks again."

With that, another wind came and blew the hat one more time, this time directly into the middle of Bucky's chest.

He let out a rumble of a laugh.

"I don't think it wants to stay there," He hands it back to her again, "You should probably hold onto it."

"You're right," she smiled again and then cleared her throat. As much as she couldn't wait to tell you about this moment and who she ran into, she didn't want to impose, "Well I should get going. For real this time. It's really cold."

Bucky nodded and looked over her shoulder, debating with himself.

Screw it.

"Would uh, would you be down for some hot cocoa?" He watched as her eyebrows shot up almost comically, "Not that I'm some creep who just picks up girls who lose their hats, twice. But if you wanted to warm up a bit?"

She smiled softly at his offer.

"I'd love to."

"Cool, uhm," he pulled out his phone again, "I know it's going to storm in a bit and there will be some places that I know for a fact are known for closing early because of that. But there's this nice one called Village Delights. They should still be open."

"I'll follow!" She said, chuckling, still not feeling like this was real life.

Bucky ignored the ding of the Uber notification in his pocket and continued his walk down the street, stranger girl next to him.

"I swear, I'm not a serial killer or anything. I figured it's the least I could do for grabbing your hat twice."

The girl narrowed her eyes at him.

"That sounds a bit redundant. You're paying me a treat for doing something kind for me?"

Bucky licked his bottom lip and chuckled again.

"Least I could do for a girl wearing a Darth Vader t-shirt then."

She felt herself blushing as she looked down at her top behind her trench coat.

Bucky suddenly paused and looked down at her nervously.

"I'm serious though. If you're not comfortable, since I know we are complete strangers—"

"It's alright. I wanted some hot chocolate, and you seem non serial killer-y enough. It'll be my little excuse for having a tour guide."

"Cool, okay." He continued his walk again. They are walking for a few minutes before he speaks up again, "It's this little place on Bleeker, you'll love it."

They both walked into the 5th ave subway station and she followed him in tow as he led them towards the six-train.

Bucky stopped them on the platform and dramatically pointed left to right where there were train tracks.

"See, now this is where you gotta be careful. These will both be the six train. You need to see which one is Uptown and which is Downtown. The one we want is Downtown to Brooklyn Bridge-City Hall. Don't let the names scare you, it's just the direction it's going to. Six will take you straight to Soho. Avoid eye contact, and another trick," he pulls something out from his pocket. It's an iPhone and a pair of headphones, "headphones."

She smiled at him.

"Thanks, that would've helped about fifty minutes ago." He laughed at her comment.

They waited patiently until the next train arrived. He taught her to wait for others to get off before getting on. He also gave her the tip that when standing on the escalator, if you're going to walk it, walk up past the left side; the right is for standing.

They sat next to each other on the train, the sound of the iron wheels grounded against more iron shrieking in the air as it stopped at each station, followed by the rumble of the tracks.

Two stops before theirs, Bucky looks over at her.

"I'm Bucky, by the way."

She looked down and smiled. She was so shy.

She looked back up at him.

"I'm Ashlyn."

He couldn't look away as he slowly nodded and repeated her name.

"Nice to meet you, Ashlyn."

They get off on Spring St and the weather was already starting to turn. For some reason, right before a snow storm, it seemed to get a little warmer in a strange way.

"It's ten minute walk. You've ever been to Washington Square Park or seen the NYU campus?"

Ashlyn shook her head.

"Not really. When you're from upstate when you come to visit you usually just hang around the touristy area."

"Times Square?"

Ashlyn nodded.

"Exactly." She says.

"That's a shame. That's literally the least best part of the island," Ashlyn is about to retaliate when he holds up a finger, "Except," their eyes meet as he looks over at her and smirks, "except for maybe Christmas."

Ashlyn's eyes because excited, "Wait, is that where that big tree from Home Alone is?"

Bucky looks at her like she's got three heads.

"You've never been to Rockefeller during Christmas?"

"No."

Bucky shook his head back and forth.

"You've gotta go at least once."

Four minutes later, the snow starts.

Six minutes later they walk into Village Delights.

He holds the door for her as another gust blows through, almost slamming the door closed behind them.

Inside, the coffee shop is almost empty, minus three other people and two baristas. The weather was dark outside and it made the orange glow inside the shop captivatingly warm.

"What do you want? I'll grab it for you, you can take a seat wherever you want."

Ashlyn tells him her order and she makes her way to the window seat.

She takes in a deep breath and she clasps her hands together onto the table in front of her.

This felt surreal, but more than that, she felt butterflies in her tummy.

She knew who Bucky Barnes was, but this was different. Reality was different.

And this, she definitely didn't expect this.

He was sweet and kind.

Chocolate milk date or whatever this was, she knew she would cherish it in her heart. She was nervous but she was also genuinely interested in him and he appeared to be the same way.

New York boy catches your little red beret twice and then asks you out for hot chocolate like in a rom com from the nineties? Unbelievably cliche and bittersweet.

She tucked on the sleeve of her shirt as she looked out the window and then back towards Bucky where he was finishing putting in his order.

She considered if she should let him know she knew who he was. She figured he should know, but he seemed so humble and kind that he literally assumed she didn't know.

Now that they've gotten this far, she was afraid of telling him. Afraid that it would give off an impression that she was some fan or a stalker.

She decided then she'd keep it to herself for now because what she felt for him and in this moment was genuine. This wasn't about who he was but about how much she actually was curious how this would play out and that she was genuinely interested in him.

She's looking out the window into the snow when he finally places the two mugs of hot cocoa, his with mini marshmallows and hers with extra whip cream, on the table.

She smiles sweetly at him and he smiles back, the ends of his eyes crinkling.

They talk for a bit, sipping on their cocoa as the snow picked up outside.

She had snowflakes all over her hat and the ends of her pretty hair.

Three hours later, the streets outside were covered in snow, but there they were in the same spot, talking and laughing.

A week later - from 10 years ago

Ashlyn looked up at him as he moved behind her, his body swaying in sync with hers. He moved his hands to her shoulders and then, diligently, he began to drag them down her arms and to her hands where they interlaced.

His heart fluttered as her fingers squeezed his back. Bucky let his eyes close shut as she let out a soft sigh from between her lips.

They were in his apartment and the only lights on were the one from the lamp at the side of the living room, the one over the sink, and the candle still lit on the kitchen table.

There was music playing, but the volume was very low. Still, they swayed.

"I didn't know you liked slow dancing." Ashlyn says softly.

He chuckled and she felt it against her back as his chest rumbled.

"A bit." He answers.

They continued silently. His left hand leaves her own left hand and he wraps his left arm around her middle, hugging her tighter to him.

"Do you treat all your dates this way?"

"No. Just you."

He leaned his chin on her right shoulder as he sang the words into her ear in a near whisper.

"To die by your side, is such a heavenly way to die."

The most magical laughter left her lips and a big smile covered his face.

"You're laughing at me?" He asks accusingly.

"Yes," she answers quietly to not disrupt their moment, "Your singing is actually not that bad."

"Then why are you laughing?"

"You're silly."

As the song neared its end she turned around until she was facing him.

Their eyes met in an intense heat. Bucky swallows hard as he gently pushed her hair back.

Closing his eyes, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head.

Ashlyn feels her heart swell.

"That's our first kiss."

"Yes, it was."

He sighed contently as she wrapped her arms around his middle.

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Present Day

He's been through this before more times than someone would think, and all under very different circumstances.

This one terrified him the most.

The AC in the waiting room ran more chilly than he thought necessary. A temperature closer to being more appropriate for storing meat than to provide comfort for patients. Even his dark blue long sleeved jacket didn't do its job properly. You'd figure his nerves would help him loosen up but they did anything but. His hands were clasped in front of him between his knees, his right leg bouncing up and down.

Bucky hated being cold.

He ignores the bland pamphlets and the television mounted to the wall that has no volume on but that played some kind of day time court show. He instead stares at the painting in front of him — a lovely sunset with shades of red and purple, and a sail boat riding the waters in front of it. The pit in his stomach grows the more he stares at it.

Bucky's thoughts were everywhere as he stared over the dock path and into the deep oranges and deep purples of the sunset.

He had been here with you for a few days now and it was helping, somewhat.

He was finally able to get his mind cleared a little more. But as he thought about his daughter who he just lost and how it was his fault, he couldn't help but continue to feel that searing pain in his gut.

Was he a bad person?

He sat crisscross, picking at the grass below him.

"Hey." You called out gingerly with a smile. He turned around to see you, your cardigan pulled around you, "I was worried."

Bucky shook his head.

"Was just thinking," he looks out into the ocean, its sounds circling the both of you as the waves crashed on the sand where the grass turned into tall dunes, "It's beautiful, isn't it?"

"James?"

The female's voice pulls him out of his trance.

Dr. Raynor had been his therapist when he'd gotten back from Afganistan and he's also kept in touch with her here and there so she knows most of his history. It's why when he takes a seat in front of her, he somehow relaxes drastically and they cut to the chase.

"How've you been?" Dr. Raynor asks, genuinely.

"I've been okay." Bucky takes in her decor which has been the same for the last fifteen or so years, minus the new dracaena plant in the corner.

Bucky plays with his fingers sighing.

They talk for a bit about what's happened since the last time they spoke.

"You said you're married again. About three years, right?"

Bucky gives Dr. Raynor as small smile.

"Yeah."

"Congratulations. How is that going?"

"It's amazing. She's amazing. I wish you could meet her." Bucky's eyes drift away from Raynor and to the window behind her, "I'm crazy about her," Dr. Raynor nods and Bucky looks down at his hand, "what I'm going through has nothing to do with our marriage. If anything, she's the one good thing that keeps me holding on."

"That's good to hear."

"But—" it's like an ice pick in a hot piece of meat, the way the word cuts through the air and into the statement. Bucky takes a deep breath and the sighs. He licks his lips and then nervously runs a hand up through his hair, "I'm..." he shakes his head to himself, "God, just thinking about saying it makes me feel terrible. It makes me feel frustrated. And it's not her fault, and it's not her I'm frustrated with," Doctor Raynor narrows her eyes at him, "It's everything else from before finally hitting me again," he starts gesturing with his fingers as if he's counting, "Me coming back from war, my night terrors, me going through physical therapy and trying to be strong, my relationships with my best friends - and I know they care about me, I know they do, I'm not stupid or ignorant and I am not ungrateful for everything they've done, and I know they have their own issues, too. We all do. But does it hurt to want to just want people to see how it hurt me? Because it did," the way he says it breaks the doctor's heart. "And I am happy, but her, she ruined so much, and I'm still so confused to this day, and I've moved on - I have, trust me when I say I have - but I'm so lost over what happened. And I can't tell Y/N this, she'll get the wrong idea, not even to mention I've been leaving our bed in the middle of the night to go to the living room because my nightmares came back," he sucked in eep breath "and mom."

Doctor Raynor looks him in the eye. She looks sympathetic as well as concerned, but simultaneously professional.

"You're rambling." She states.

Bucky looks at her for an extra second before he nods.

"I know. I'm sorry."

She closes her book, pushes her computer away, and takes in a deep breath.

"You are feeling sad about the things that you've been through, and you're asking for compassion and help. You want to tell your wife about your troubles and what you are feeling, I'm sensing you haven't been that transparent with her yet. Especially about the nightmares. You need closure and she's the one you need to show this side too. Your friends have seen it but not her. You want closure."

Bucky takes a deep breath and nods slowly.

"There's another thing," Bucky starts quietly, "Me and Y/N, we've been having trouble getting pregnant. The doctor told us we can keep trying and maybe it'll happen. Don't even get me started on how I feel about that. We've been trying for months and we started seeking other options, but it kills me. As much as it probably kills her, but..." his voice fades again as he looses his words on how to express what he is feeling.

"We're going to work through it together. Each thing. One at a time. Okay?"

"Okay."

"We'll start with one thing first and then make our way down." Dr Raynor pulls out her notebook and her pen, "let's start at the beginning."

___

Flashback

"Happy Birthday!" Bucky shouted as he barged into his mother's hospital room, a small chocolate cupcake in hand, his other hand covering the candle so it wouldn't blow away.

He met his mother's glossy eyes as she gave him a big smile, the side of her head falling against her pillow.

She tried pulling off her red bandana for the photo she knew he'd want to take.

"No, you'll get cold. You already know you're prone to being cold. Come on, momma."

"This thing is dirty, Bucky. And I look terrible. I haven't washed it all week, not for my birthday photo. Don't even need one, sweetheart."

"Momma, the photo doesn't know you need to wash it," he rubs the back of her head gently, "You're beautiful. So beautiful. Also, you know you had a bad fever this morning. Just trying to take care of you."

She gives him a small smile.

"What would I do without my sweet boy?"

"You'd never have tacos."

"You know your father ate all of the ones you left in that styrofoam take out box the other day."

Bucky gave her a little smile and put his head against hers.

"Bucky." She whines.

"Come on, momma. Birthday photo."

"Bucky." She says more sternly this time.

Bucky turns to meet her gaze and his heart breaks.

Her cheeks were taunt and her face was about ten times skinnier than it was two months ago. She wasn't kidding about how she didn't want to be photographed and Bucky understood that.

But he didn't know how long he had left with her either.

He needed this.

"Momma, please." They continue to stare each other after his plea and her gaze slowly drops down to her blanket.

"Okay."

Bucky gives her a small smile and then rubs his thumb over her cheek. He brings his camera up for a photo in front of them.

As the click went off, he turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the side of her head and then snapped another where he caught her genuinely smiling.

He places the camera back down on the bed.

"How are you feeling, fever aside? Any better today?"

"A little. I won't lie. Looking at that cupcake made me lose my appetite all together."

Bucky nods, looking at the cupcake back on the little food stand.

He notices an untouched food basin as well as a filled up cup with what had most likely juice in it.

"When's the last time you ate?"

She gave him a confused look.

"Not sure. Maybe this morning."

He gives her a disappointed look.

"Mom."

"I'll eat when I eat. I can't force it."

Bucky looks down at his beautiful mother. Despite her weight loss, she would always have that optimistic glow in her blue eyes.

"When do you leave?" She asks quietly.

Afghanistan.

"Next month. I won't be long gone. It's just for a short mission. I'll be fine."

His mother looked up at him and then kissed his cheek.

"You take care, Bucky, okay? When you are there. I want my little boy back in one piece."

"I will, momma. I'll be fine. And so will you. We'll see each other soon, and when I'm back we'll have a real birthday party, I promise."

"Where'd you even get that cupcake, James?"

"I picked up a box from Steve's cousin's bakery down at that little place on Bedford. I have the rest right outside in the hall."

"Leave it here, I'll eat it eventually."

———

He jumps up in a cold sweat, his breathing erratic and chest heavy.

It was all a nightmare. It was all a dream. Not real. Reality was better than that.

He looks down at his still bandaged arm, the external fixator in his shoulder sticking out. It hurt so bad but he knew he wasn't due for another dose of his medication for another eight hours.

But not all of it was real, right?

His eyes drift over to the little white and pink pamphlet on his nightstand.

In Memory Of...

The stabbing in his heart makes his face want to crumble, but he holds his emotions together.

It wasn't a dream. It wasn't fake.

His mother was really dead.

Because of him.

He feels his bottom lip tremble uncontrollably.

Laying his head back down against the pillow, he closes his eyes tightly together.

He lets out a long breath.

His arm was still hurting uncontrollably (if he'd ever be able to use to ever again was still unknown) and he was going to his mother's funeral later that day. That was reality.

She was cremated.

Body too deformed and broken up that having a coffin made no sense.

She had been proud of him.

She had been hopeful of his deployment, never did it enter their mind that it would end up getting her killed.

During the entire funeral his gaze stay casted down. His eyes were too bloodshot from handling the sun's rays.

Because the police and FBI were still investigating everything, he wasn't able to see any of his friends for weeks.

The only comfort he gets is his father's hand clasped over his shoulder and a firm squeeze.

___

A year later he's at Harvard. He still wasn't himself, quiet and much more reserved than he used to be. Thankfully, most of the students respect his privacy and space.

He's thankful that his other friends are all on campus with him, including Steve.

He really needed that comfort. Sleeping in a dorm room after a traumatic incident was hard enough, and even more so truly alone and away from home.

His escape, and good friend, was named Natasha. She helped him one morning when he had dropped his notebook out of his right arm. When she had handed it back to him, all was history.

They went on their first date, Bucky later found out she ran in the same crowd now as his friends, and she helped him a lot.

They were together for a while until something happened one evening that caught Bucky's attention.

Bucky and Nat both knew they were hitting in inevitable end to their relationship. Despise their care for each other, they were better off as friends than anything. It felt like the sex was only complicating it, and at one point it even started to feel awkward.

The other was just waiting to see who would be the first to say it.

One of those nights, Bucky is sitting at a game night at Sam's parent's place when he notices a tense interaction between Nat and Steve.

Bucky doesn't ask at first, allowing until him and Steve are alone on the couch. Luckily for Bucky, Steve is the first to bring up Natasha.

"How's it going with her?" Steve asks.

Bucky nods, interest peaked.

"It's well. She's been a change of pace for me. She's good for me."

Steve's jaw clenches and he swirls the beer in his bottle.

"Yeah, I get it."

Bucky squints his eyes at Steve.

"Can I ask you something?"

Steve takes a deep breath.

"Sure."

Bucky gives him a quick smile and then it's quickly gone.

"You and Nat," Steve swallows hard, eyes going down to the bottle in his right hand, "I knew you guys knew each other for some time before I did. I didn't meet her until a few months ago. But she was single, and she was sweet and a great friend. We decided to try it out and date, and it's going well, but here's my question I guess...I always got this vibe from the both of you. I haven't asked her," Steve looks away and out towards the rest of the house, into the direction of the foyer, "Did you guys date?"

There's a long pause as Bucky waits for a response.

"We didn't date," the answer surprises Bucky. He had expected differently, "But we were very close the end of summer of senior year in high school. Met her at some arcade, can you believe it?" Bucky smiles softly, "I started getting a crush on her and I know she felt the same way, but something stopped us. Flash forward to prom night," Bucky watches as Steve's eyes dropped and his left hand rubbed against his own thigh back and forth, "I asked her to come with me as a friend. It was fine. Until that night. We had some fight because some guy — you remember Dylan — tried to make a move on her and I caused a scene. We ended up in one of the classrooms." Steve clears his throat.

Bucky quickly connected the dots and his eyes dropped to the couch. He cleared his throat and looked away.

"You slept together."

He could see Steve tense next to him.

"She was my first, and I later found out I was her first too."

Bucky leaned forward until both his arms rested on his knees.

"What happened?"

"We didn't talk about it after it was over. Summer came. We lost contact. We ended up seeing each other here. I was planning on saying something, but then she announced she started seeing you and that's when we all discovered—"

"That we ran in the same group." Bucky felt guilty. His eyebrows furrow together, "Steve."

"Don't," Steve's voice is firm as he puts a hand out to stop him from continuing, "It's fine. Look, she's good for you. And you're happy, right? It's fine. It was one time. It was one night." Bucky doesn't buy it as he continues to stare at Steve.

Bucky doesn't say anything to that, but his mind thinks differently.

___

"I want to build memories in our home...I want to have a family with you in this home, where we can have all our little tiny babies."

___

Present

Today was a better day. You had another meeting again only to discover that there would be a possibility you'd get a deal for your book, finally.

The way to that had been someone you hadn't expected. Your own sister, now an editor assistant for Golden Publishings, had found something for you.

You had found out through an email and you would be meeting with her tomorrow.

Bucky laid next to you as he stared up at the ceiling, your left hand softly making circles over his chest.

"But it went well?" You ask in continuance to the conversation you were having with him in regards to the visit to Raynor's office. You were secretly hoping he'd leave at least a little better today, but somehow he seemed even more closed off, more tense.

"It was fine." He licks his lips and looks over at you, "She thinks we should go slow, one by one." Your eyes searched his as he said the words. The words that you had no idea what they meant because he wouldn't tell you.

You nod.

"Okay." You run your hand up the side of his neck and caress him softly, "Okay."

He continued to stare at you and his eyes slowly drifted down the bridge of your nose and to your lips.

"I wanted to give you a family." You felt your nose and eyes burn at his words, "I've done nothing but disappoint you, haven't I?" You closed your eyes together and started shaking your head, "I have."

"Stop it. You haven't. This isn't on you. This is us. And we will—" your voice broke at the word, "We will have a bigger family, I promise. However that will be. We already are one right now."

Bucky brushed the strands of hair behind your ear.

"Stop trying to make me feel better about something we can't change."

"Bucky, just—"

You felt him grab the back of your head tightly.

"What?"

"Just..." the words were lost on your lips as he leaned over and pulled your face to his in a kiss.

You moaned against his mouth as his lips ran deliciously over yours. You felt his fingers run down your torso, waist, hip, and then eventually, over your thigh.

Your tongue quickly found his and the groan that left his throat was animalistic. He pulled away breathless as he helped bunch your nightgown over your hips. You helped him slide your underwear off in seconds, claiming his lips again as soon as the small fabric hit the comforter.

The second his fingers found you soaking cunt, you couldn't control the moan that left your lips. He pulled away from your mouth and looked down at your face as he played with your soft lips, sliding one finger up your leaking slit and then smearing it over your hard clit.

His fingers moved in perfect circles, his lips finding your neck and sucking hard.

He groaned in return as you began moving back and forth against his hand. When his fingers finally slid inside you, your mouth found his again with the helping guidance of your right hand under his chin.

You continued to move your hips when you pulled away from the kiss again, but your grip still on his chin, and your eyes met together in a heartbreaking gaze.

"Why can't I give it to you? Why can't I do it?"

You shushed him, looking down at his hand playing with you.

"You're giving it to me just right, baby." Another groan left you as you felt his fingers pressing against that spot inside of you, "That's it." A racked sob left Bucky's chest as he sped up his movements. He could feel you leaking all over his fingers and knuckles. Your moans grew louder as he continued to pump his hand inside of you. A whine left you as he stopped his movements and went back to making circles over your lips and clit. You felt dazed and drugged at his actions. It felt so amazing and so good and the way he kept you on edge and feeling the same euphoric feeling by switching it up felt amazing.

He surprised you again when he put his pointer finger inside of you and rubbed his thumb over your little nub.

"Oh my god." You cried, your eyes meeting his again. You could see the smallest of tears in his eyes and it broke your heart.

"I'm good for this, right?" He cut you off with another kiss before you could let his words sink in and before you could respond. You quickly felt that coil in your pussy begin to tighten and you knew you were close. Just when his tongue met yours again, your came hard over his fingers. He didn't leave your mouth as your moans turned into whimpers. You continued to ride your wave over his digits, until eventually, you became too sensitive and your hips were moving the opposite direction away from his hand.

He slowed down his hand and slowly pulled it away. His mouth didn't leave yours as you felt and heard him remove his pajama bottoms.

Bucky slowly ran a hand up and down his hard cock, spreading the precum over his shaft. He let out a long and drown out moan; borderline pornographic. It felt so good. He pulled his lips away from yours and looked down between your legs. With this right hand, he spreads you wider for him. He sinks into you with a tight groan.

He's been going raw inside of you for six months now. The condom box, along with your left over birth control pill, have formed cobwebs on them and yet he could never get over the feeling of your walls holding him snug in place. He fills you up until he's balls deep and he looks down at you again. His lips kiss yours in pecks as he begins to move.

"You always feel so good." He says breathlessly. You moan back in response. He raises himself just slightly with his right arm and he begins to piston faster into you. "Fuck."

His concentration becomes borderline painful, hoping this will be it, god he wants it to be.

You start to feel your core tightening once more and you bring your hand down to your clit. You start to rub yourself faster.

You gasp as you feel his tongue and teeth on your neck. When he sucks on that spot, you rub the left side of your clit up and down and it has you cumming around his dick so hard your back arches off the bed.

He's still thrusting into you, mumbling.

"Take my seed, baby. Take it, come on." He grunts as he feels his own abdomen tighten deliciously, "Ah, shit." He whimpers as he cums inside you over and over again, "aaaaaaah, shit."

He's gasping as he collapses onto you, his weight falling over you completely.

You're stunned at you catch your own breath, your fingers playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

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✿ ━ CHARLES EDMUND HASTINGS III

Is that Aaron Taylor Johnson ? oh, no, that's Charlie Hastings ! A thirty-four year old English Professor at Universidad de Bellas Artes de Valparaíso & a tour guide at La Sebastina who uses he/him pronouns. They currently live in Casablanca, and the character they identify with most is Troy Bolton from High School Musical. Hopefully they find their own little paradise here in el país de los poetas!

your local white man with a pen here to write you a sonnet / more below .

━━━━━━━━━ B A S I C S :

full name: charles edmund hastings III

nickname(s): charlie, eddie ( by his nanny )

age: thirty-one .

ethnicity: british / american ( dual citizenship ) .

gender: cis man .

pronouns: he / him .

orientation: heteroromantic / heterosexual .

occupation: former socialite / heir to his father’s hotel chain . current english professor/tour guide

language(s) spoken: english , mandarin , spanish .

career claim: select poems by timothy donnelly , and noah eli gordon

━━━━━━━━━ P E R S O N A L I T Y :

charlie thinks he’s so profound so he walks with this air of condescension just everywhere . extremely blunt and open with his disinterest in the world of the ~ elite ~. yes, he’s aware that he does in fact come from said elite, but he likes to think he’s distant from it now. uses his poetry to deconstruct and critique it. however, he’s still a hypocrite because there’s luxuries and finer things he can’t live without no matter how much he demonizes the place he came from for the exact same thing. very judgemental and pretentious, no one is shocked. he’s a reader and a poet therefore he’s just more introspective than you, he loves to say it (even if its not true). he is incredibly creative though, has a way with words and the type to describe even the smallest of things as something beautiful. he’s very fascinated with humanity and all its produced and the way its evolved. even with all the bad he does think the world is beautiful and that passion bleeds through everything his work. he is talented but he does know it which makes him insufferable. he’s always searching to feel some grand emotion even if it’s momentary to fuel his inspiration because he’s so enamored with how certain actions stir emotions which basically means he’s a little shit and a whore. moves from “relationship” to situation ship to casual fling with no regard because it’s fun, it’s content, it’s teaching him a lot and he loves learning. so much so that while he’s insufferably pretentious, if there’s something he doesn’t have knowledge on he will happily shut his mouth and listen so that he can learn. quick witted, charming, and he likes to think he’s funny though the jury is still out on that. insanely british.

━━━━━━━━━ B A C K G R O U N D : ( tw: depression mention )

from a young age charlie understood that the only thing their parents cared about was having a son. his father was obsessed with someone to continue the legacy his father set it place for him, and his father before that, and so on and so forth. coming from old money came with expectations, and they wanted charlie to fulfill every last one of them.

he grew up in cambridge and was put into private tutoring at the age of three and private schools by the time he was seven. he got the best tutors, access to any opportunity that looked good on a resume, and was pushed to be the best in every aspect. his parents never talked to him about his interests, or how his day went, their focus was solely his academic standing to ensure he was on the right track to take over the family hotel chain and expand it when he was older. his parents never felt like parents because of this, and more like his keepers.

their genuine disinterest paired with the fact that his father was expanding their hotel franchise in new york, meant that charlie was left alone in london with his nanny. a woman he had come to respect and admire as his mother. she would tell him incredible stories from the top of her head about different countries, times, and even worlds. as he sank into a depression, it was her tales and books gifted to him that pulled him back to the surface. she tried to teach charlie to be appreciative of everything around him and find the beauty in life because he only has this one, but he couldn’t help but feel like he was missing out on everything despite having the money to do whatever he wanted. there were just some adventures, like holidays with a big family or bringing home a lover for the first time or discovering a small quaint place while out with your mother, that he never got to experience because there wasn’t a price tag on them. so he wrote about them instead. or at the lack of them. the emotions that came from that place, he jotted them down and he felt better for it. it taught him a lot about himself and when he brought that interest to his parents, those feelings, they didn’t like it.

his parents didn’t appreciate the creative spark his nanny unintentionally placed within him, and once charlie was 16 they fired her and banned her from their home and any hastings properties. he was devastated and harbored a lot of resentment for his parents because of it and turned to his writings to deal with the feelings they didn’t have any interest in acknowledging. even if they disapproved, it wasn’t like they were around to see it. he excelled in his writing classes, english was his favorite subject and it got him a lot of accolades and opportunities that he always had the excuse of it making him look dignified and well taught whenever his parents tried to stop him from going to a creative writing award ceremony or taking a writing fellowship with a local poet his final year.

after he graduated he moved to new york to attend columbia and begin working with his father. no matter how hard he tried to stand up for himself and speak on his desire to take a few years off to travel and write, his father would only threaten to cut him off and the conversations usually ceased after that. charlie was an artist at heart, and he knew he was talented, but there was something about the doubt of his parents that made him think he couldn’t make it. so he retreated, keeping his work private as he played up the socialite/heir to an industry role his father wanted for him. but he never stopped writing and longing to travel. he never thought he’d be brave enough to sever ties with his parents, until there was a girl. a magnificent girl who believed in him more than his parents ever would, more than he ever would.

the relationship was meant to be fun, another one of his emotional experiments but he’d gotten too close. he shared too much; shared his poetry with her. and the places of pain that it came from. even now he’s not sure if it was love or if he was just using her to feel better about where he was, but somewhere along the line he started to feel guilty about it. scared, almost. he started picking fights for no reason, pushing her way but she saw right through him. she tried to fight for them but charlie was ready to hang in the towel. he didn’t believe he could make it, didn’t believe he could leave his family and that the two of them could leave together and live a happy life together. he ended things, but even with it ended as if to prove her point she sent a collection of charlies poems out to multiple publishing houses to which most were jumping at the opportunity to publish.

charlie looked for her but never found her. He’d never know if it was true love or if he was just another idiot looking to a girl to fix his problems, but he did know he was grateful to her. because of her he did leave his family and move to the one place his biggest inspiration (pablo neruda) always returned to; valparaíso. he got a job at one of his museums and started working at the university while he worked on more poetry, and he thinks happiness looks rather good on him.

━━━━━━━━━ H E A D C A N O N S :

he has a very large poetry collection, a lot of special and first editions that he cares about more than his own life. literally got a two bedroom apartment just so that he could convert one of the rooms into a very expensive library,

restless. absolutely restless. he’s living in the city he only read about though pablo’s eyes and always dreamed of visiting but now he’s living here and he’s so restless. always up and about exploring everything there is to see, trying any and everything put in front of him and having the time of his life.

he adores crosswords and riddles and can always be found with a puzzle book either in his bag or in his hand opened to a crossword or riddle he’s working out.

recently got a dog he named clara, a very big fan of clara. he’s slowly becoming one of those parents who will buy them matching sweaters.

a tea person (again, stereotypically british) yes he puts milk in his tea or creamer and he cant start his morning without it. hates coffee though and energy drinks. it has to be tea or nothing for him.

if there’s a poetry reading you’ll definitely find him there it doesn’t matter how underground, small, or large he’s definitely found his way there.

faculty facilitator of the poetry club on campus, and hosts writing workshops for both the club and just opened to the general public.

recently got into photography and shares his progress on the only instagram he has: @hastyphoto

━━━━━━━━━ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S:

The mysterious girlie who is responsible for his entire career basically FIUGJDOSSHODJFD Shout out to you bestie. I imagine this relationship was a whirlwind type beat, again charlie was just fucking around in the beginning, they were probably polar opposites but he wanted to learn what emotions could come from two people whow ere so different romantically interacting, and he got his answer! I personally think it was an instance of charlie manic pixie dreamgirling this icon (very sorry), but he’s grown i swear !! there could also be elements of it that were real he just didnt have the emotional capacity to tell the difference bc he was very much one of those men who get vulnerable with a girl one time and was like omg is this love? No fool its just emotional intimacy RELAX ANYWAY We got plot this more!!!

past/current situationships or as he calls them “emotional experiments” he really is just… feining for content UBHIJKOFDSUHIJDSOKFA HE THINKS ROMANTIC EMOTIONS AND THE THINGS PEOPLE DO OR DONT DO FOR THEM IS INTERESTING. He always wants to try something different just to see how it feels so he goes for every girly out there he does not discriminate. He doesn’t think he’s ever been truly in love and maybe deep down he’s secretly searching for it all the time who knows not me.

Would love someone whose partner he slept with/had a thing with. Aka charlie was the other man and knowingly so. He was okay with it. Infidelity is still content, and he’ll ramble on about matters of the heart and how no one can control it and how they shouldn’t be so upset. He’s funny idk.

Fellow bookworms/annoying people he loves talking to about poetry and life or whatever, just getting introspective ig

students/teaching assistants/etc.

#smhqintro #HES HEREEEE #DEMON POET OF VALP STREET

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Second Chances - Part 6

The past few weeks Billy Russo has treated you to a whirlwind romance. He lavishes you with flowers and random gifts. Limited edition of your favorite books. Tickets to the theater. He cooks breakfasts and dinner for you Early morning runs in Central Park has become the norm. You do a couple laps around the Reservoir. He gave you a lot of shit for stopping in the middle of your runs at this guys cart for the best Spiced Hot Chocolate in the city. "It's the best! If Anthony's there, you have to stop and get some." Shrugging your shoulders, "I don't make the rules." Billy's given you a tour of Anvil and introduced you to his friends. They seemed shocked to meet you. Maybe Bill hasn't brought his women around his friends before. 3-4 night out of the week you spend at each other's place. You know it's just sex, just it sometimes feels like love.

One night you're overseeing a black-tie fundraising event for a local politician. Its a big event that your company landed so you needed things to be perfect. The service and program went off without a hitch so you're heading out when you see Billy. He's didnt mention he'd be attending but there he is looking dashing as ever in a custom looking tuxedo. You head in his direction when a beautiful blonde slips her hand into his. Billy smiles down and kisses her. Wrapping his arm around her waist he holds her to his side.

Your world just got knocked off it's axis. Every bit of air has left your body. You cant breathe. You feel tears but refuse to let them fall. The woman is absolutely stunning and perfect. Billy's equal. This is the type of woman that belongs with Bill. Not you. Before you think better of it, you pull out your phone and call him, praying he'll step away to talk to you. He pulls out his phone and you get his voicemail. He rejected your call. You hang up and leave.

You barely make it home before you give in to your broken hearted tears. You get into the shower and try to scrub the memory of Billy off you. You cry until the hot water is gone and you have no tears left. You had no claim to Bill. He could see whoever he wanted. He had given you hope that there was indeed more to your relationship. For a man who doesn't do second dates, he spent a lot of time seducing you. Is that his game? He was with you for 3 night out of the week, has been with that woman for the other 4? You feel sick.

You throw yourself into your work. Bill's called you multiple times and you've ignored all of them. He's even dropped by your office and you had your assistant make excuses for you.

Your assistant must have said something to Candice because she is now at your place pounding on your door, "Y/N! Open up! I'm not leaving and I know you're in there!"

Rushing to the door, "Oh my God! I have neighbors, you lunatic. What's wrong with you?"

"The question is, 'What's wrong with YOU?' I figure you'd tell me when you're ready but...What did Russo do?"

Curls up on the couch, "I just needed time to sulk. I knew the type of man he was when I started this whole thing. I was taken in by the whole Russo package. I was out of my league from the very start."

"That's bullshit. Youre worth 10 of him!" You let her hug you, "What happened?"

"Bill attended Senator Ellis' fundraiser a couple weeks ago...with a date. I was working the event and saw them."

"Are you sure it was a date? You're just jealous. It makes you crazy.

"I'm positive it was a date. He held her hand and kissed her. I even called him and he looked at his phone and rejected my call."

Candice grimaces, "Aw, babe!"

"How can I hurt so much for losing someone that was NEVER mine. What kills me is I KNEW this going in. He admitted he prefers to keep things casual. He never promised me a damn thing."

"Have you talked? Did he explain himself?"

"I can't," shaking your head. "He's called but I don't feel strong enough to talk to him. He will never know how hard I cried over him that night."

"So, you're ghosting him." You don't answer. "Very mature."

"Hey! Who's side are you on?"

"I'm always on your side! Obviously he doesn't think dating other people an issue with you. And it is. Pull yourself together and end it on your terms. Do this and he'll stop with the calls and dropping by the office. Your torture will end and you can move on."

@idaofinfinity

#billy russo imagine #billy russo #billy russo x reader #billy russo x you #billy russo fanfic #kbr #second chances

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pr0wlerpunk · 2 years

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Dating Klaus Hargreeves

Type of story: Headcannon

Requested? |Yes|No|

Anon: How about a dating Klaus Hargreeves headcanon if you are comfortable with that ?

Warnings: Cursing, Drug usage, S3 spoilers, mention of death (Klaus being Klaus basically), mentions of child abuse (mostly mild but nothing to serious), blood (I mean cmon it’s the umbrella academy), mentions of the world ending

Gn!Reader

please tell me if I use anything not gn!

Authors note: Starting off with season 1 and working my way to season 3

Reader has powers almost like Eleven from stranger things

(will be using different pictures/gifs of Klaus to show which season it is)

You first met Klaus at rehab

Yes you read that right, rehab

You were checking in and he was checking out

You passed by each other and you stuck your tongue out to show him a red pill that was sitting there

He smirked and mouthed “right on”

Making you chuckle slightly

You waved to him to which he waved right back and that’s when you saw it

“Good bye” was tatted on his palm

And you realized…he was Klaus Hargreeves

One of your favorite kids from the Umbrella Academy

And a local here at the rehabilitation center

After that day though he would stop by and check on you

You never really knew why but didn’t mind

He was the only one that actually took the time out of his day to come by and be with you

You both took turns talking abt yourselves

He would talk abt how much of a ass his father was

And in return you would talk abt how much of a ass your mother was

He explained that his dad was cold, mean, nasty and jus flat out a Asshole

After he was finished you talked abt how your mother wanted you to be perfect

How she would enroll you in the best of the best private schools

How she shaped you to her liking

And how when you were old enough to finally talk back she hit you

You explained how mad you got when she hit you that when you looked at her she started choking

He looked shocked when you first told him abt your powers but he immediately wanted to see them

You told him that they were too dangerous and that you never knew how to actually use them, hell you didn’t even know what they were

But he assured you that you wouldn’t hurt him, and even if you did he would be ok

So reluctantly you tried them

At first they didn’t work but as you started to concentrate on all the anger you had inside of you they went wild

You looked up as blood trickled down your nose to see Klaus blood dripping down the side of his cheek with a horrible expression on his face

That was the last time you saw Klaus

The next few years were hell

You realized that your recovery was only going good because of Klaus

Klaus made everything feel better

He made you forget every bad thing you were going through

And when he left (to go save the world)

All those bad things came crashing down like a flood

Your powers were acting up

You had the shivers

And you wouldn’t eat

But

It was finally all over

You had fully recovered and was released in less than a week (after being there for like almost a year)

You had a new life now

You were clean

Sober for 2 months coming up on 3

And that’s when things went to shit

As you were walking back from the grocery store you saw a big blue portal

Now you immediately thought of Klaus

You remembered how Klaus had said his brother Five had came out of a big blue portal

Thinking you could see Klaus again you dropped your groceries and walked up to the portal

Without a further thought you jumped through it and landed in a alley

You got up off the ground and looked around

You noticed people dressed weirdly like they were back in the 1960s

In the corner of your eye you saw a flash but as you turned to see what it actually was you got pushed out the way

A woman and her husband(?) saved you from a car that was abt to hit you

“Are you alright?!” She asked frantically

You nodded and that’s when you got a good look at her

“Allison Hargreeves..” you breathed out

She looked confused and you explained that you knew her brother (but left out that she was another favorite of yours)

She immediately smiled

“Oh i know you!” She said with a big smile

“You’re all Klaus ever talks abt” she explained

“You’ve seen Klaus?!” You asked frantic

She nodded

“Can you take me too him?”

She looked to her husband and he nodded

“Sure, I don’t see why not!”

“Oh thank you!, thank you!”

The walk back to their house wasn’t long but it wasn’t short either

It gave you time to get to know Allison and her husband Ray better

Arriving at their house Allison unlocked the door and gestured for you to walk in first

Upon walking in you heard a all to familiar voice

“Allison, Ray welcome back!”

It was Klaus!

As you neared the kitchen you saw him, well his back because he was facing away from you

“K-Klaus?” You mustered up enough courage to say his name

As he heard your voice he stopped and slowly turned around to face you

When you both saw each other you broke out into tears

He immediately rushed to you wrapping you in his arms

You let out quite whimpers as he soothed you

“Yn.. Yn.. Yn” he repeated your name over and over again as if you weren’t real

“Klaus!” You sobbed his name as his arms tightened around you

“I’m here babe, I’m here..” he whispered in your hair

Reluctantly you pulled away and he took the time to while your tears away

“You look.. so… sexy” he said looking you up and down

You busted out laughing

For once..

You actually felt whole

That was until Allison came in and explained the new apocalypse that was occurring

After the whole apocalypse thing you got to meet his family and save the world!

And now here you were standing with them in front of 7 other people who claimed to be the Sparrow Academy

“Dad who are these assholes?” The one you came to know as Ben said

Klaus was ecstatic

You remember Klaus telling you how close he and ben were before he died and how even though Ben wasn’t alive he still was happy to meet you

But something told you that this ben wasn’t His Ben

And when you told him that he shook his head

“Nonsense, I know my Benerino” he said walking towards him

You rolled your eyes and moved towards Diego

To which he placed you directly behind him

It pissed you off but you knew why he did it

You were unstable, any wrong emotion and you would have all of them bleeding from there eyes, ears, nose and mouth

You tuned out their conversation

Only tuning back in when the fight broke out

Immediately Klaus and Diego ran towards you putting you safely behind the couch

“Don’t move!” “Stay calm!” They both yelled before going back to the battle

Again you tuned out everything only coming back to your senses when you heard a crash

You peeked over the couch to see Viktor (not using his dead name or gender even before his transition deal with it) laying on a broken table

They had him cornered

Doing the only thing that came to mind, you stood gather the attention of the Sparrows

“Leave”

“Him” (still not using his gender before his transformation)

“ALONE!!” you yelled

Your scream sent out shock waves that knocked the Sparrows to their knees gripping their heads as blood came trickling down their eyes, ears, noses and mouths

You grabbed Viktor rushing out the academy and meeting up with the others

Viktor thanked you for helping him and went to sit down

After he sat down Klaus brought you into a hug

“I’m so sorry I left you love” he said sounding guilty

“It’s not your fault” you pulled back from the hug slightly

He shook his head

“I could’ve lost you…again”

“But you didn’t” you smiled at him to which he smiled back

Timeskip to the hotel where Sloane is handing out the invitations to her and Luther’s wedding

Upon hearing abt Sloane and Luther getting married you wanted to look for Klaus but couldn’t find him anywhere

You searched the whole hotel except for the roof

Going up to the roof you noticed Klaus with Reggie(?) and Flowers(?)

You walked towards them

“Uh Klaus.. What’s-what’s all this?”

“Yn when I first met you I thought you were the hottest most brave person in that facility”

You started tearing up at his words

“When I came back the next day you didn’t ask why, you let me come and I kept coming, you were happy to have someone with you”

You remember the day you both met like it was yesterday

“Now I know I’ve never officially asked you to date me… and I’m sorry for that, I’ve always thought that maybe you were too good for me… that maybe I wasn’t enough, but that day in Dallas when I saw you again I fell in love all over again.”

You were full on crying as he took your hands in his

“I guess what I’m trying to get at is, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, weither that be as my friend, partner or even.. fiancé, I jus want you… and all I’m asking is…do you want me?”

You could see sense nervous he was

You nodded

“Oh Klaus, I’ve loved you ever since we first met, I would love to spend my life with you!” You spoke through choked back sobs

He smiled at you and pulled you into a kiss

The kiss was long and passionate

Showing you jus how much he actually loved you

You both pulled away staring I to each other’s eyes

“Congratulations my dear boy”

You turned to look at Reginald

“You’ve chosen a fine one indeed” he smiled softly at you

You were content with spending the last couple of days with Klaus

You loved him

And he loved you…

Ending it here thank you for reading!!

Sorry for any mistakes

#raeluvserzahler #klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy klaus #tua season 3 #tua x reader #tua klaus #tua season one #tua season two #Klaus s1 #Klaus s2 #Klaus s3 #anon post

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Hidden memory that i just managed to remember of that time i(prior to transtioning aka i was cis girl who was fully a tomboy) went to my local library because they were hosting a "yu gi oh club" and was super excited to meet other nerds who liked it, even of i was more into pokemon. Then when i walked in, i was the only girl in the room full of sweaty m'lady types and hung around a guy i kinda knew from school who always looked like trash and boasted about beating people up n shit but at least i knew him.

Then i just would occationally watch some people battle while carrying a cute little tin of like... 150-200 cards of my own then someone asked me how many times id battled other people and i was like "not really ever. Im more of a collector/trader but maybe i could-" then he cut me off and said "ok well no one here is gonna teach you.". I asked what he planned on telling new people who were curious and genuinely didnt know how to battle(cause i know how to battle, i just choose not to lol) and he said he'd kick them out(despite him not being the leader of this club).

Then i watched these guys basically pull the most anime cliche move of walking around and telling other guys that "she's not a battler, shes a trader" while looking and pointing at me. Then some really big nerd asked to see my set so i let him look through it and he just went down the list of how useless and weak all my cards were so probably wouldnt stand a chance ( despite having a fucking game legal blue eyes white dragon but ok dude) fighting anyone here. Then dissed my favorite card which was a blue elf lady cause "shes weak and boring" and i really liked her cause she was the first one i got.

I felt like alot of people were stareing at me and i kept getting baby talked when ever someone spoke to me like i didnt know anything about yugioh when it was something id been into for years at that point. It was also getting uncomfortable cause id caught at least 3 guys looking at my chest and every man who spoke to me, touched me. Like it was the arm, the shoulder and i had enough once one tried to squeeze behind me between my chair and me( despite the fukn 4 ft of empty space behind me and my chair) and i felt something poke me. Eventually i got the hint and just fuckin left and played on the computers and never went back.

I still like yu gi oh and its cards but that really turned me off from enjoying the game. I was treated like some uwu dumb gamer girl when i just wanted to connect with others who had a similar interest of mine, even if i wasnt a super fan by any means. Its not shocking that i was the only woman most of them had spoken to in middle school by that point thou so yeah.

Mysogny is everywhere, folks.

#levi speaks #this isnt a new experience but it was transparent that it was not a woman friendly space #also it got shut down like 2 months later so that should speak for itself #i dont know the reason but im gonna say attendence #it fully read that i was being treated like a qoute unqoute fucking casual because i didnt want to play the game a certain way #i still have the cards but i never spoke to any of them again

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Chapter 2 - 4 - Sickness grief

TW: Toddler Death

While, the Ambroise was at work, Diego spent the day with his son, he spent time, tending to Valentine and his needs. He tended to all his needs, and just his alone time being alone and reading.

Valentine birthday came, as he aged up into dapper young Toddler. As Days loomed closer, he never seemed quite right, and Ambrose busy, working and little time to find time to bribe the local doctor. Diego couldn’t find any real reason to humour the upperclass with the problem, believing they wouldn’t do shit to help them with there problems.

Ambroise found a opportunity to talk to the local Midwife, however no matter what she said, the she got nowhere with Ivanova “Why can’t you help me for?!” Ambroise was in stress, yelling and arguing at the woman as if it would make it anymore.

shock her head “I’m unable help, I too have a family to feed, if you don’t have the correct finance, then sorry, I can’t do much but recommend keep the kid away from the toilet and gave him plenty of rest. I do pray for you and you’re family.”

Ambroise was out raged by her stupid recommendations as if she was never ready for a family, as if she never wished and prayed to have a child after so many times of trying, hoping one will come along. “He’s sick! He’s weak from birth! You need to help me! Money shouldn’t be the reason why you can’t just help a fellow mother.”

Despite all of her yelling at the Ivanova, she just earned herself tips of what to do, but nothing on how to save Valentine’s life from the morality rate roll. Pray and hope, as if the long nights of praying didn’t mean anything. “Mother to mother, Pray and hope it goes away. If not, seek guidance on how to ensure the survival of your children, by cleaning up, feeding them proper hood, keep them away the wine storage.”

“Are you serious! All because I can’t afford for the medication!”

“Sorry, I’ll be praying for your future health.”

Diego spent time with his son, treating valentines special as he is the first and only child. Diego treated him will, holding him, tickling him, giving him best toddler hood he could ever give his child.

While Ambroise waited for her husband to put the boy to bed, angry and upset. So frustrated with how things were going to be, unable to afford medication and even if she was even close, She didn’t know when was too late. She was so worried about the future, for her family, for her child. She wasn’t as lucky with having children. She feared the worse and worried she would be able to have any more children.

Once Diego put Valentine to bed, He was approached by his darling wife, who he listened to and supported through health and illness. He listened to her complaining, her gossip to her details of what had been happening around town at times. However, the look of concern and fear rotted her face as if she couldn’t help herself but to fear how her child. “She won’t help us. She didn’t have the heart to see how we were struggling! She always giving such b*llshit lies all because we don’t have the money to have good advice from her.” “Mhm, sounds about right, what can you do.” “She’s must be a witch or something! Why else would she wanting this! Why else would she not help us!” Ambrosia yelled, so out raged by how she was told to pray and hope to heal her baby boy’s problems.

Diego stroked Ambroise’s cheek, letting out his low quiet voice that seemed heart warming to Ambroise, “Whatever you need me to do, then I’ll help. Just say the words. just keep safe for me. I love you, and losing you to the local idiots would be hard.” His words sounded dull but to Ambroise, that was her Diego. Her dull toned voice man that helped her continue her family, business. “Oh darling” She teared up with how sweet and meaningful his words were to her, how he knew how to make her fall him even more. Though, he didn’t seem like the family type, he still cared for his wife and her mind.

With little more shared, their love for each other took them to their bedroom, for love making, Hoping Ambroise would be blessed with a baby. She still did all the things she was told to do to ensure success for a baby. Though, after a while, within the night, Diego woke up early, confused why his son hasn’t woken up. He got up and went to cheek up on his son, to find him still asleep. Any attempt to walk him up was proven a fail, hearing not a heart beat within the chest of his son. He had passed during the night. appearing to suffocate within in his cot. “AMBROISE!” Diego cried for his wife to help him. He broke down in tears, and so did his wife.

The death of Valentine - Round 2 - ‘Cot death’

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Adventures with PhD engineers #3

This is the bad one.

I was working for a small company making prestressed concrete things in British Columbia. It was mostly bridge girders but occasionally building walls and roofs. We once did a funky thing for a bridge that was to be decorated to look like an old English stone arch. Some cool stuff.

We being small and lean were really competitive in the market. There was a huge job in Seattle for many hundreds of big girders to span over an interstate highway. Basically they were going to bury it so as to not bother the neighbors. We were the low bidder.

Nearby there was a big company that had built the girders for an elevated rapid transit system that was completed. They also bid on the Seattle project. Shock and amazement they were high bidder. Being part of a large well funded conglomerate they bought our company to get that project. Strangers showed up and started going through all the files. The manager said we were sold and things would change. Oh Shit.

Initially the idea was as I had done the cost breakdown on all the big girders and was familiar with it I would be employed to carry it on. The engineer they had on staff was a PhD but was also the branch manager I recall. Well it didn't happen that way. Construction especially big projects is a Dirty business. This was a big project with federal funding.

A small brand new company in Seattle also bid on the job. I kid you not they claimed their president was a part black, part first nations, woman. It was a shell created to cover for a big firm in Seattle that had also bid too high. As this new firm, which had no track record mind you, was minority owned they were permitted to lower the price to match our winning bid. Being "local" and "minority" this was allowed and looked good in the news. Yes it was a sham, but we were out.

Well that is being up shit creek, but we were offered a paddle of sorts. The big conglomerate shut down our facility and moved us to their office trailers in another town by their facility which was an otherwise open field covered in gravel. We would carry on and bring efficiencies to their operation. It was good for me as it was much closer to my home. I had hope.

Now I have to say that I now had years of experience in the industry. I had been a designer for some time and was a fully qualified and certified professional. There is a type of product called a double Tee. It is a thin broad top flange with two legs and looks like the Greek letter Pi. It is relatively light and efficient and capable of long clear spans. In parking garages it is very common as it is so efficient and very reliable. Over the years I had designed hundreds of these.

I was so familiar with them I could look at the loads and the span and just write down the design. What took me pages in earlier years was just one page of checking. My immediate boss who had also come over from the little company was familiar with them too.

One day he called me into his office and asked me to look at something. It was a design for a double Tee for a parking garage in Seattle. It was 8 feet wide, 27 inches deep and 60 feet long, very normal and standard. I looked at the prestressing strand pattern and WTF. Such a member would normally have 14 x 1/2 " strands with two point depression. That is 7 strands in each of the two legs. This design had much less. Maybe 6 or even 5 strands per leg I do not recall. My old boss told me it was going into production and he was worried.

The design had been done by the PhD. Old boss asked me to do a check calculation so I did. It did not conform to the US ACI code for prestress as it had much too much tension in the bottom under specified load. There is an alternate method where you can have more tension, but that still has to resist what are called factored loads. I calculated both ways and neither worked.

I took my figures to the PhD. Under standard Ethics you have to do that. I explained my calculations in detail. He offered no technical reply like he had used another method or anything of that nature. He said two things in reply; "We have to agree to disagree here. I think you are wrong. Also this is going into Washington State and a U.S. Professional Engineer has already sealed the drawings. It is his problem now."

He said I was wrong, but did not check my calculations for error. He did not offer to show me his calculations. He absolved himself of any responsibility as an American Engineer had sealed the drawings. I was also instructed to do nothing more on this it was not my business. Each of those things is a violation of ethics. 4 hits there.

A few weeks before writing this I completed a course on engineering practice which had several hours of ethics in it. The reason for that is engineers are often pressured to do things that are not right. The course existed because we know it has happened in the past. This story is over 30 years old. The standards have not really changed over the years. I could have done more, but what was not clear. Obviously I would have lost my job there. In short order I did. The reality of business is bosses are bosses and they have power.

I can say that even by the standards of the day that PhD failed ethically and technically. He should have checked his calculations. He should have informed the US engineer. He did neither. Had this been done today and found lacking, he would have been sanctioned. Likely a wrist slap, and I would still lose my job and likely been black balled in the industry. Maybe the competition would have hired me, but nothing is certain.

Engineering is numbers. Truth is determined by numbers. The only places for error are concept or bad math. Arguments are settled by numbers. Usually.

Current Practice demands that if I had not been satisfied I should have taken action and not stopped until I was satisfied. But there is one more thing. Soon after I started in the new company they sent me into the yard to supervise assembly of a large concrete form. The lead hand was an interesting person. He had a guaranteed job and was paid extra for special services. Those services were mostly to prevent union action against the firm. He was a teamster, and a Hell's Angel. He was short, stocky, strong as a bull and did beat people up. This was made very clear to me. Had I really pushed back I would have a Hell's Angel on my back.

I did lose that job and ended up working in Winnipeg.

#ethical failure #engineering #Truth #PhD #ethics is real

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boldlyvoid · 3 years

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Million Dollar Man | chapter two

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, kissing, drinking mention, lowkey perv!Spencer, cum play, praise, oral (female receiving), grinding, love confessions, arrangements, Spencers anxiety, (more to add)

word count: 3.4K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and saturdays at 2 pm est

Chapter Two | Masterlist

She sat on the subway with an anxious pit in her stomach and her purse held close to her chest. Her laptop in her bag, she didn’t want to lose it on her way to the most important meeting of her whole life.

Her story was becoming a book, she was almost done the final draft, they were making touch-ups to the cover and picking the type of paper today.

Her dreams were coming true within the next month, soon she’d have a physical copy of her book, her pre-sales were showing that she’d be on the bestseller list, and her name was finally going to be on the cover of this one.

She sighed and reached for her necklace, holding it between her fingers as she took a few deep breaths. She was doing so much better today than she was last year and it was all because of Spencer, he was the best thing to happen to her. To think she complimented his sweater vest and now he’s the only person in her life she can count on.

All she can think about is him for the rest of her journey, through 4 more stops she keeps her eyes closed as she thinks of all his little facts and his cute laugh. She smiles to herself and the anxiety slips away, she loves him and she knows that for sure, but she just doesn’t know how she loves him.

She’s never had a sibling, her best friends are all women, her previous boyfriends were all shit and her other sugar daddies were never this wonderful, and her parents are lesbians… she doesn’t know what her feelings really are for Spencer, mainly because she’s never known any other men to compare him to.

But she does know the exact moment she realized she fell for him.

He booked a hotel room in DC after a local case, asking her to meet him in there at 10 pm. She was waiting in the bathtub when he arrived, bubbles galore, her hair up and arms open, “welcome home, honey.”

He laughs, “you want me to get in there with you?”

She just nods, “let me take care of you, daddy?”

He takes off his blazer, pulls his tie off and starts to unbutton his shirt. She watches patiently as he gets undressed, and it’s not sexual to her. He’s her person, her best friend, the only human being she would ever share a moment like this with and that’s when it hits her.

She doesn’t accept it just yet.

It’s not until he’s lying on her chest, between her legs, cheek resting on her boobs as she runs a sponge over his back while he gives her a little run down on his terrible week. His co-worker almost died, his mom is stressing him out, the only good thing he has left is her and she knows that.

“And then I get to my moms facility and she’s had a really good day, she knows me and she knows all of my childhood again and she’s all right there in front of me and yet she’s so far away. I’m never going to get all the time I want with her and it’s really hard to accept.”

He shares things with her that he doesn’t even tell his therapist. Because his therapist doesn’t hold him like a child against her chest and tell him he’s okay when he get’s upset.

Y/N loves him, so she kisses his forehead, “I’m so sorry, I have 2 moms if you’d like to have one?”

“It’s okay, I would love to meet them sometime though,” he wraps his arms around her waist a little tighter under the water. “Thank you for tonight.”

“Did I mention my leg is 44 inches from hip to toe?” She asks in the middle of the silence, quoting pretty woman, knowing he hasn’t seen that far into the movie yet. “So basically we’re talking about 88 inches of therapy for the bargain price of $800 dollars a week.”

Her legs wrap around him and their naked bodies are closer than they’ve ever been and yet it’s completely platonic, “I’d spend a million dollars on you if it always meant feeling this good after.”

She runs her cheek along his wet hair as he snuggles into her neck, “mmm, I like the sound of that,” she teased. “My million dollar man.”

Her stop rolls around and she pulls herself out of her day dreams to get off the train and head to her meeting. She smiles as she walks through the station, up the stairs and onto the busy downtown streets when she gets a text with Spencers special chime. She opens it when she gets to where she’s going, safely inside and in the waiting room.

It makes her laugh in the waiting room. People look at her but she doesn’t care, he’s so special to her she feels butterflies in her stomach even when he’s not around.

“Y/N!” She hears her name being called by her editor, he’s over ecstatic as he comes running out to get her. “Come, come we have so many choices to make!” He jumps up and down as he holds her arm, like a child in a candy store.

“Andy, chill man,” she laughs at him and plays it cool, “It’s just the cover being finalized.”

“It’s our baby!” He teases back, pushing his glasses up and tugging her behind the glass doors of the office.

She’s surrounded by people and paper and huge versions of her book cover. She has a sharpie as she fixed mistakes and jots down final ideas. “And I wan’t Phil to look more human and less like data from Star Trek?”

“But Dorothy looks okay?” The artist asks, nervously and Y/N can tell.

“She looks beautiful! You really brought her justice,” she smiles, “really she looks the same in my head! It’s just Phil and I’m sure it’s tough getting a drawing to look like a robotic human, let alone human.”

“I have some ideas?” She opens up more, taking her iPad out and sliding it across the table, “I wanted to give him more of a Sophia feel? His face is silicone but his joints and everything are more like an Elon Musk crash dummy.”

“That’s perfect!” She’s shocked, “why didn’t that go in the first draft?”

“I was worried it was too much,” she’s a little older than Y/N, and yet her anxiety is that of a teenage girl. “I’m going to get working on the final, do you want some emailed versions tonight?”

“Yes please,” she smiles.

“So we’re done?” Andy asks, “we’ve made all our final calls?”

“I believe we have,” Y/N closes her laptop and takes her phone out, taking a photo of the final rough sketch of her book cover on the table to send to Spencer before he comes to pick her up. She can’t wait to see him now.

—

They’re sitting side by side in matching spa robes, he’s getting a pedicure while she gets her nails done. Leaning back in her chair with a face mask and cucumbers on her eyes, she’s never felt more relaxed in her life. And just in time too, her back was killing her from writing, her knuckles hurt and she just needed a break.

Spencer did too, he was genuinely not having a good time at work anymore, every case made him spiral and he always looked to Y/N on days like that. They met more than once a week now, she got $800 every Friday and she didn’t even really need it anymore. He was coving for so much of her bills and lively hood that her savings account was growing and growing because of him.

For the first time in her life she thought she would be okay if a man left her. As terrible as it was, as much as her moms tried to raise her differently, she fell down the daddy issues rabbit hole and she’s never going to find her way out— however, luckily for her, Spencer is down here too, and he brought a flashlight.

He understands her, more than anyone else on earth. He knows all her secrets, every crush and bad grade and snide remark she’s ever kept to herself. He didn’t judge her, he could actually listen to her issues and tell her why she had them. He gave better advice than a therapist and he was able to get information for her if he didn’t know the answer to what she was going through.

He’s absolutely everything to her and yet he’s 14 years older than her, he’s still traumatized beyond belief, he’s sad and ashamed and recovering… but he’s the best man in the whole world and she wishes he could see that. If he just looked at himself from her eyes, if he felt how she did in her soul when they were together, he’d love himself.

They’re too relaxed to drive home, and Spencer knew that would happen beforehand, bringing her a change of clothes (lingerie) and that robe me mentioned. He books a hotel above the spa and takes her to it. Arms linked as they enter the suite, she’s amazed to find more than one gift bag on the bed.

“How many gifts is this now?”

“We’re at 5 out of 24.”

She laughs as she wraps her arms around him in a thank you hug, “this is what you consider 4 gifts? Spencer there are like 8 things on the bed, let alone the massage and manicure?”

“If you think this is too much I guess you’re going to get really mad next week,” he teases as she looks up at him with a surprised look on her face.

“Spencer, I am so busy next week, I cannot be galavanting around with my sugar daddy,” she tries to act like she doesn’t want to go on an adventure with him again.

The last trip they took was the best week of her life. They went to all the historical sites in the UK that she and Spencer had talked about. Mainly old churches and castles, strange poets graves, random art and most importantly; stone henge. It was a trip of a lifetime and he took it with her.

“I watched the rest of Pretty Woman the other day,” he smiles, “and I thought I’d pull an Edward Lewis and really surprise you because you deserve it.”

“You know how the movie ends, right?” Her heart beats really fast in her chest and she wants him to love her so bad but it’s also terrifying now that she’s this close.

“He lets her choose,” he whispers.

“He rescues her,” she corrects him.

“And she rescues him right back,” he really did watch the end of the movie.

It makes her heart skip a beat as she swallows sharply, “what does this mean for us?”

“I have a whole plan, a whole sequence of events I want to stick to. I wanted to make you fall in love with me this week and ask you on your birthday, can we still do that?” He pleads with her, he’s so serious. He’s clearly put a lot of effort into this.

“Absolutely,” she smiles, “but if you’re going to make me wait that long for you to ask, you still can’t kiss me till then. No matter how much I already love you.”

“Really?” He’s so soft with her, she knows he’s not reacting to the teasing. He’s never had someone tell him they love him and then stay after.

“I would never lie to you about that, spence. I know what love means to you, I know how scared you are and I’m scared too. But I know there is no one else in the whole world I’d rather be scared with than you,” she holds him tighter and rubs her nose against his, “so what’s in the bags, daddy? Finish your surprise.”

She plays along perfectly, stepping back and hauling him towards the bed. “I got you some outfits and things for the next 2 weeks, we have a few things planned. We’re going on a flight soon, I have new luggage being delivered to your apartment this week and we’re going to see your moms for 3 days.”

“No,” she shakes her head, “there’s no way, Spencer, I haven’t seen them in 5 years, I’m going to cry.”

“I know,” he cups her jaw with his hand. “They’re really excited to see you.”

She hugs him tight, kissing his neck as she holds him. “Thank you, daddy, do you want me to put something on for you now?”

“I’m just going to take it off you, plus, what your wearing is sexy enough, he whispers back. “You’re always so beautiful, baby.”

“I thought you were saving the best for last?” She asks as she pulls back, overly eager and he can tell.

“I want to repay the favour from the other night.”

She doesn’t mean to gasp and yet she does, “please?”

He pulls on the tie of her robe, opening it enough to snake a hand behind her back and draw her in with a hand on her bare back. “Please what?”

“Please, daddy?” She looks up with her best begging eyes, perfect pout and all. “I want you to touch me, I promise I’ll be a good girl.”

He steps away from her to swipe all the bags off the bed before picking her up and laying her back against the pillows. He kisses down her body, hand on her lover back as she arches, he drags his bottom lip from her belly button to her cleavage. Nipping and sucking at the exposed skin on her chest, pulling her breasts out of the bra to suck on her nipples, she moans and it’s louder than she expected.

As she plays with his hair, he marks her, bruising small little love bites all the way down as he makes his way between her legs, “take me, please?”

He’s been dreaming of this for so long, he can’t even give you an accurate number of times his mind has drifted to the thought of how wonderful she would taste, how beautiful she’d sound…

“Tell me how badly you want me?” He asks as he spreads her legs and kisses her left thigh.

“I haven’t had sex in 10 months while waiting for you. Daddy, please you’ve owned me for so long, just take what’s yours already for gods sa- OH!”

With a broad lick, his tongue flattens against her core and it shuts her up. She gets what she wants, holding into his hair as she tosses her head back, taking it all in and enjoying it. He’s been on her mind for months, every time her vibrator was where he is now, she thought of him. he’s been the man of her dreams longer than she’s known him, and he was proving it.

“Right there, daddy,” she speaks through shallow breaths, “do you know how much I’ve thought of this?”

“You know I don’t,” the vibrations of his voice against her skin are glorious, he looks up at her through his lashes as his tongue flicks over her clit and she shakes a bit.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping his hair tighter, “better than I thought you’d be, fuck, too bad you— Jesus, don’t have the stash anymore…”

He stops and looks up at her, the smirk on his face glistening with her juices, “the stash?”

She nods, “I’ve thought about calling it the pussy tickler,” she teases, running her hand down his cheek and swiping her thumb across his bottom lip before bringing it up to her mouth to taste, “I want more of you.”

He kisses back up her body and she reaches for his robe the second he’s close enough. “Just grind against me? I know you’re waiting but we can still feel good together?”

He kisses the side of her mouth and she takes that as a yes, wrapping her legs around him so his hard cock is pressed right against her core as they move their hips in synchronicity with each other. His breathing is heavy as he kisses her cheek and jaw, her nails scratch down his back, he feels absolutely amazing against her.

She feels so empty, she wants him so bad she’s clenching around nothing as she squirms against his cock and wishes she was full.

“I wish I could move time,” she whispers. “Fuck, why can’t it be my birthday?”

He laughs against her, grazing his teeth over her neck and drawing another moan from her but then he stops moving his hips, “why are you so impatient?”

“Remember I said I stopped enjoying everything? Well, taking a 10 month break from sex and thinking about you every time I got off has made me desperate,” her hand cups his cheek, “I’d wait forever for you, but a girl needs to be fucked hard every once in a while.”

Only she could find a way to make something both profoundly beautiful and whorish at the same time, he loved her for it and she knew that now. He smiles and leaned in to rub his nose against hers and it takes everything in her not to kiss him. The same way it was taking everything in him not to slip into her as he began to grind against her once more.

She’s so close, the accidental edging has added a whole new level of desperation she’s never felt before. She wants to cum for him so bad, but more importantly she wants him to cum for her.

“Take my bra off,” she whispers, Spencer’s hands travel behind her back to unclasp it and he helps her out of it before tossing it to the floor.

“Cum for me daddy,” she whispers in his head with a hand in his hair, gripping him tightly as he bites at her neck, “cover me with your cum like you’re marking your territory.”

“Shit,” his hips sputter against hers.

“Say it, I know you want to,” she teases, so close to the edge but it’s too good of an opportunity. She loves seeing him fall apart like this and she can’t wait to see it again. “Who’s am I?”

“Daddy’s girl.”

He grinds down on her harder and faster and she’s so close, the bubble in her gut is reaching a fever pitch and with a gasp, she’s cumming and then she feels it. His load covers her stomach as he pants against her neck and grips her hips tighter as he comes down.

She wraps her arms around him and holds him as close as humanly possible, her breathing still heavy as he rises and falls on her chest. He’s heavy but she doesn’t care, she just kisses the top of his head and thanks him.

He brushes his nose against her neck, nuzzling her like a cat, “do you really mean it?”

“What, honey?” He remembers so much, this could be a question about something she said 2 months or 2 minutes ago and she has no clue.

“You’re not just playing along with my kinks right, you genuinely want to be mine?”

For being her million dollar man, his heart sure was broke. This is why he wasn’t ready, he still didn’t understand why she would want to stay without anything in return, he’s gotten so used to paying her for her time now that his anxiety has managed to convince him that she’ll leave when he stops being worth it to her.

“What does my necklace say?” She asks, knowing how close he was to it. “Read it to me, I forget.”

“Daddy’s girl,” he smiles again.

She soothes her hands over his back, “I would do anything with you because I love and trust you, but also because everything you do is sexy… you could read me the dictionary and I’d still want you to pump me full of cum after.”

“It sounds so crude after,” he laughs, “speaking of, we really need to have a shower.”

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine?” She teases as he gets up.

“Only if you let me wash the front too?”

She smacks his bare ass and races him into the bathroom, turning on the water and getting in with him while still laughing and carrying on. He’s her best friend in the whole world, there’s no one else she would rather do this with… there was no one she has done this with. No one has made her feel this good, before during and after sex.

Spencer Reid was an anomaly, but he was hers.

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kthynes · 3 years

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the caller you have reached (chris evans x reader)

pairing: chris evans x fem!reader

summary: chris was trying to drunkenly call the woman he loved and wanted to get back with but instead he reaches you, a shrink.

warning: swearing (sailor level), brief mentions of mental health

**IMPORTANT disclaimer: I won't be dabbling into the hard hitting topics of mental health in this short only because I'm not a certified health professional and so I can't be providing a written, unbiased, often characterized diagnosis towards any sort of mental health disorder because really, those types of sensitivities need proper care and output. With that being said, I do want to emphasize the notions of seeking help and not being afraid to seek help when needed. It's hard, but we all fight a battle and no battle is big or small or better or worse.

If my followers or readers do feel the need to privately chat with me, I'm here and I can you lend you an ear. Otherwise let's be kind and uplift another while we can. No harm in doing good and being better, that's for sure!

-end rant-

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Being a working adult is dreadful but the work you do is the most fulfilling kind of anarchy. You are a therapist, you work to heal and you work together with people who willingly reach out to you and your facility of care. There is that balance, the altering nuances in between that allows you to do what you do best. You advocate for good prosperity of mental health and accolade of teachable moments that fosters a safe space for your clients, not patients, but the people who deserve to be heard and not be medically categorized.

Your salubrious passion keeps you grounded. In your lifetime, you've seen the imperial impacts of poor mental health and it has been a detrimental drive in how you retreat and give back to a small found community.

"Okay." You exhale to yourself while leafing through another client chart. You're working off the clock, stuck in the renaissance of your homey office space while the outside world turns pitch black.

In the appropriate fields you jot down important takeaways from your last sit in session with heavy concertation and reasoning, you try to congregate a treatment plan all before you cellphone cries for you in venturous fashion.

"Hello?" You answer without checking the caller ID, tucking the device between your ear and shoulder so that way you could work and talk.

"Jenny!" The man boisterously shouts. "Jenny baby please talk to me! Let me make it up to you, let's just do this right, please. I'm fucked up here."

"I'm sorry but you have the wrong number." You infringe sounding like the posh, automated answering machine lady.

"Oh what the fuck Jenny — oh cah'mon don't do that, don't be like that baby." You re-verify a local number and it doesn't belong to anyone you know of. So you wonder who this man is but choose not to press further instead you tell him what is right from the knowing wrong.

"I'm not Jenny."

"Seriously?" He yells, forcing you to hold the phone away from your ear. "That can't be... This is—" He recites the number that is similar to yours but the last two digits are off.

"You got 42, not 53." It's an easy mistake to recall, a swipe of a drunken thumb could've mixed that up, so this time around, you're forgiving. Not that it happens often.

"Oh no. That's—" The mystery man trails, something about his voice discerns you, it's familiar but in a hindbrain way that you can't put a finger on. "Fuuuuuuuck."

"Wait hold on, hold up, is this Jenny's assistant, Nina?" You exhale sharply sometimes it takes more than one try and a side of convincing to get your point across and your passiveness was certainly to blame.

"No I'm not her assistant either."

"Then who the hell are you?" He exasperates. You make the snide mistake of telling him your name and he buffers for a bit.

"Oh. So you really aren't anyone of my concern then?"

"No." You mildly retort. "I wouldn't want to be anyways."

"Okay well I'm not sorry then because I'm here trying to reach my girlfriend and I can't get to her because I have you on the line being a smartass." With that accent of his you can tell he's a patriotic Bostonian. One of your own kind and that furloughs your need to engage in this mindless drivel, it wouldn't get you or him anywhere. At least that's what you tell yourself before shutting him down.

"Well then maybe you should learn to listen first, how about that?" You snap, dropping your pen before you note down angry nonsense into your actual work.

"Hey nowwww!" He yells as if he's trying to be Hank Kinsley.

"It's clear that you're drunk."

He brushes you off on the other end, enigmatic in what he wants you to know. "This is Chris Evans, you're talking to Chris-motherfucking-Evans, you hear?"

"I do now." You say tersely.

"Good." He huffs. "Good... Cause you know I'm in the middle of bumfuck nowhere and this is what I get. This is what I seemingly deserve, god you women I swear..."

Your face changes. You don't agree to be a lending ear but somehow Chris forces you to hear him out.

"I told her Y/N. I TOLD her that I wasn't ready to take the next step but that doesn't mean that I don't want to be with her. And now she throws it back in my face by getting with some other guy she once dated back in high school. And somehow, I'm supposed to be ok with it and move on, as she tells me. How the hell am I supposed to do that, huh?"

"I, um, I don't know what to tell you." You sigh somberly.

"Of course you don't!" His Boston twang begins to nerve you as there some remitting frequency of it. Hearing him obnoxiously go off, reminds you of all your shrewd New England exes who were his exact counterpart when soused. A ludicrous memory that you relive again with time and perfect harmony.

"Listen lady all I'm saying is that I fucked up. I know I did alright? I mean it doesn't take much denominational math and the plot of Lost in Translation to get that. I get it!"

Jesus. You whisper the lords name in vain as you lean your forehead against the palm of your hand while your elbow rested on top of the desk.

"So, let me get this straight, you think yelling at a random woman will help get further?" You question a little acutely for his liking.

"I don't know but it sure as hell takes off the heat, sweetheart." Something about a man calling you sweetheart grinds your gears and now your molars.

"Okay, alright, let's talk." You begin, sitting up a bit and tearing out a blank page from your memo pad; you were doing a late night consultation, a small hash out.

"Schuwaaaaa." Chris enunciates the word sure and to much of his mayhem, he’s sprawled out on the curbside, somewhere in the nowhere land of L.A. He contented but also upset and you were simply crashing his little pity party.

"What is it that you want from Jenny?" You professionally prod. "How about we start there."

"Wooooah, what is that we're doing here?” Chris gets mildly defensive with you. “I dunno you like that. If we're gonna talk then you'll have to get through my publicist first because right now I plead the fifth.”

You exhale a deep and fulsome breath. No one troubles you like him. It's sanctimoniously unnerving.

"I'm a shrink, my job isn’t meant to incriminate my clients well-being, or anyone else’s for that matter.” You address calmly. “So, if you do require some solicited advice then we can keep this call under strict confidence. You have my word, Mr. Evans and the paperwork that will follow shortly after this call.”

Silence. There is some shocking silence which is brief before you're catapulted with disbelief and more cackles. "Holy mother fucking shit. You're kidding me?"

"I can run you by my credentials if you’d like?” You mention stiffly.

"God I’ve reached a cuckoo hotline!" Wrong. That's a horrible thing to say and you'd think a man like him would've been more sensitive about his choice of words, inebriated or not.

"Far from it."

"Tell me something, alright? How many grown, adult men come crying to you?" Chris is edging with curiosity even though his eyes are betrayingly reddened after crying into a bottle of Dewars 18. He doesn't make that known to you and you never cared to ask.

"Enough to know that they cry." You simply state.

"Huh. So this is just another Tuesday for you then.” Chris scoff, the bottle making it to his lips and then swishing back down again.

"Comes with the territory except I don't tolerate drunkenness." You motely add. "Can you keep the bottle aside for the time being? Just until we're done here."

"That's understandable and oh yeah sure, sure, I won't touch it." You can hear the glass bottle 'clink' when coming into contact with the pavement.

"Now tell me about Jenny." You softly inquire.

"What do you wanna know? How we fuck or how we met?" Chris giggles like a naughty school yard boy.

"How did you two meet?" You slam the words urgently, nearly spelling out the cause.

"Oh! Oh. We met on the job." Chris chuckles punitively.

"Okay and did you guys connect instantly or was there a slow build up?" You involuntarily took notes for any PR rep of his that wanted solid evidence that would preside this call, cover your bases and your poor ass along with it.

"Instantly. Our chemistry read was off the charts." He explains with a slight hiccup. "Sorry."

"Great. So it was more so a work relationship that later grew into something more correct?"

"Pretty much."

"So when did you start developing feelings for her?"

"Um I'd say..." Chris tucks his chin, burps and then excuses himself before continuing. "Just before we wrapped up filming. But then I think somewhere in between all that I realized that she was my kind of girl, my... better half."

"And what made you come to that realization?"

"Well for one she has this infectious laugh that would have you laughing with her, there's that sound of beauty and pureness to it. And then with that, there were all the little things she'd do for me that made me think, like damn she's the one, she's it for me and that for better or for worse, I'd need her more than she'd ever need me."

Chris gets sad and you feel for him. Your pen stops moving when you were about to prescribe him some mind memory exercises. He was human. Humans hurt. Humans make mistakes. Humans stray but they also love. That's all Chris did. He loved with all of his heart to not expect the same love in return.

"You know Chris, we don't always get the love we deserve and sometimes its sucks. Sometimes you wanna kick it back with a bottle of Dewars 18 and shake your fists in the air." Chris quietly perks up at your choice of alcohol that you didn't know he was forcefully downing. He fashions a small half smile that you don't see but hear faintly. "But there's also a time and a place and things happen, people come apart, people get together, people do people and there's that fine line of letting life run its uneven course."

"I mean you sometimes have to not be okay to be okay again and I know that from my many years of helpful healing. It gets okay, never fully better and I think that's just how it is. You acknowledge your pain, your trauma and then you go on while being mindful of that transition."

"Wow."

"Hey, um, look, I actually have to get going. But if you can, just down the rest of that bottle and get yourself home."

"Are you sure?" Chris gawks.

"I mean you were already halfway through and it's not like I can physically stop you, right? And besides this is what I'm prescribing to you. I want you to acknowledge your pain, drink away your sorrows and then smash that bottle so you can be relieved from that trauma and hurt. After that you need to fix up and start new, have a mature conversation with her, if you can and then have your feet hitting the ground again. Don't fall into the routine of heartbreak even if it becomes too hard, you hear me?"

"Loud and clear."

"Good." You sniff and start to put things away. "I know you're a good guy Chris, from how you are on TV and in interviews, I'm amazed by how articulate you are. You have the right mindset so I have no doubts that you'll fall back in any way. But if you do, please don't hesitate to reach out, I might have to hand you off to another cohort but nonetheless it can be worked out even if it does feel like you might be sparring on your own. You'll get the help you need."

"Great, thanks." Chris responds in his conscious state of thought. He feels pathetic with himself and that doesn't have you galling over the fact, instead you let him be.

"Do you need me to order you an Uber? Cab? Call a friend for ya?" You laugh easily and Chris hears it clearly, smiling in return.

"An Uber would be nice. I'll try to share you my location."

"Sure, on me and that'd be great."

"Thanks."

"No problem... And your ride should be here in two minutes, just look out for Raul in black Elantra." You inform him after checking your phone.

"Nice."

"You have a goodnight now Chris."

"You too." The line cuts and you're given a piece of your life back. You gather your belongings, flip off the light switch and make your way home. There's some truth and some brokenness in every situation. You knew Chris was going to be OK even if he didn't consult you afterwards. For you, there was no need. He's a smart man and he proves this over a prolonged period of time when he finally finds himself back on the market and then eventually in a relationship with a faceless and very loving woman from his own hometown.

He was finally happy, making you serendipitously glad that you were the caller he had reached.

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somewhat-crazy · 3 years

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(LATE) CREEPYPASTA DAY COLLAB FIC

Happy Creepypasta Day everyone!! To celebrate, a few individuals took it upon themselves to spend October 12th and 13th scrambling to make a fic. It was a bit stressful, and I know that it's two days late, but I think it turned out pretty well (maybe??). I'm super honored that I was finally able to work on a collab with some amazing writers and create this terrible mess. I hope you enjoy our silly little fanfic and have a wonderful day/night <3

description: a haunted house is supposed to be fun, right? add a family of psychopaths, 2 demons, 3 ghosts, some sarcastic and un-funny commentary, and it's really not anymore.

warnings: chaotic serial killers being themselves, swearing, the type of writing when you procrastinate for a long time and then scramble to make something that actually makes sense and it doesn't really work

part one: @crebby

Vibrant laughter echoed through the pathways of the local gathering. Families, couples, friend groups all having a good time.

Oh yeah, these motherfuckers were present as well. It wasn’t often that the creeps came together to do anything at all, as most were off to go do their own thing in their own time. However, Sally was growing increasingly tired of being cooped up at home, and conveniently, the state fair was starting as autumn inevitably crept through. Jane planned to go with Sally by herself, but word eventually got around and other creeps started inviting themselves.

“フフフ…” Right. Kagekao was first to have found out. Sneaky little shit.

“Jane, surely you do not mind if I tag along and bring Helen?”

“Does he know of this plan of yours?”

“Of course not, but he loves surprises.”

“Sure he does,” the woman sarcastically retorted. Then Jonathan heard through Kagekao, whose inability to shut the fuck up led to everybody knowing and deciding they’d join in. Of course they looked like a bunch of social rejects when put together and hanging around in a state fair of all places, but most knew to mind their own business, and the creeps did all kind of make an effort to look somewhat normal.

“Beeeen.... Earth to Benjamin Waterworks,” Jeff cooed.

“That’s not my name, asshole,” the blonde sneered, his eyes not leaving his Nintendo.

“C’mon, dude, you play video games all day. Can’t you at least put it down for this occasion?”

“No.” Cowabunga it is, then. “Hey- What the fuck, Jeff?!” Ben exclaimed while the ever-smiling male snatched the other’s device.

“So like, here’s a deal. We all go to the haunted house, and you get your Nintendo back, yeah?”

“What is wrong with you, you assho-”

“So you don’t wanna go in? Hah, pussy.” Jeff knew fully well that Ben would take that as a challenge.

“Fine. Fine, I guess we’re all gonna go to the stupid haunted house,” the shorter of the two huffed.

“Knew that’d work,” the black-haired man smugly spoke.

“You know that’s not considerate, I can’t go in with Sa-” Jane was about to protest, until she felt the little girl tugging at her arm. “I’m not a baby, Jane. I wanna go to the haunted house.”

“Sally, come o-”

“Please? Pretty please?” The usually cold woman’s gaze softened. How could she resist?

“Very well. I suppose we can,” she sighed in defeat.

“Cool. Coolio,” Toby’s head jerked to the side a few times, to his annoyance. “You know, I’ve never been to a haunted house before,” he spoke, a statement that seemed to shock Natalie to the core.

“Huh?! What do you mean you’ve never been?” She spoke, clearly gobsmacked. “Impossible. You’re gonna have to come with me right now,” she then added, determined to take Toby’s… haunted house virginity?

part two: @somewhat-crazy

“Come onnnnn~ We’re gonna be late…” Zero pulled at Ann’s arm in an attempt to move her a few more steps towards the haunted house. “Don’t you wanna see all the creepy little dudes with their guts hanging out and knives in their skulls??” She ran her thumb across her neck and laughed.

“I thought that we would be waiting until everyone got here. A few people are still missing.” Zero rolled her eyes at the comment and turned her gaze to the left, taking a few seconds to admire the work of modern art before her. A bit cheesy, perhaps, but the haunted house would be an enjoyment nonetheless. Plastic skeletons, pumpkins, severed heads, and cloth spiderwebs adorned the entrance, making it look less like a haunted house and more like one of those Halloween stores that only sold those cheap plastic decorations that were totally bad for the environment.

“Listen, you can wait here and be bored and lonely all you want, but I’m going ahead. Toodaloo~~” Zero began to skip off in direction of the door.

“Just wait a few--” Ann was cut off by a clamor behind her. Two brown-haired teenagers were engaging in some sort of scuffle, although Ann couldn’t see what from where she was standing.

“I SAID, BREAK IT UP!” Masky shoved the two boys apart, glaring at the taller and older one who still was wearing the stupid gas mask. “What’s your problem? Do you always have to be doing stuff like this?”

Cody rolled his eyes. “Tic-face here made me drop my hydrochloric acid and burned himself. Not my fault that he’s clumsy and--”

Toby ran at him again, and Hoodie was barely able to grab him and pull him back before he attacked Cody again. Hoodie’s arm partially covered Toby’s mouth, distorting his words. “Shutsh yer fasche, nobody carshe about yer shtupid--”

Hoodie tightened his grip. “Toby, can you be quiet for one second please?” The brunette didn’t take kindly to the statement and attempted to retaliate. Fortunately for him, he was much weaker and scrawnier than the male holding him.

“Cody, why were you bringing hydrochloric acid?” Masky spoke again, and it earned another eye roll from the teen.

“Why not?” Masky sighed and raised a hand to the bridge of his nose. If he managed to end this day without committing a felony, killing himself, and/or using an entire pack of cigarettes, it would be a miracle indeed. He pointed towards where the others were, not looking up. “Just go talk about your twisted medical hobbies with some of the other squints. Toby, you’re staying with Hoodie and I until we head in.” Especially when we head in, Masky was going to say, but decided not to.

It was a scary thought, Toby in a haunted house, with no way to keep him from… well, being himself. All the props and jump scares were nothing compared to Tobias Erin Rogers.

part three: @moshi-roulette

Ben walked through the haunted house, annoyed.

“Stupid…fucking…Jeff...stupid fucking…house. I rather be playing my games right now and not be here.” he mumbled under his breath in a silent anger .

He was so focused in his thoughts, that he didn’t notice someone pop out from behind something and jump scared him. “AH- WHAT THE FUCK?!” Ben screeched as he socked the guy in the face before running off

“FUCK YOU!” He yelled back at the guy, who was now laying on the ground. Jeff was watching the whole scene and laughed at the blonde.

“HAH HA! What’s wrong Ben? Did he scare you? HA!” The pale male mocked as he continued to laugh.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP-" the blonde yelled back in a mix of embarrassment and anger. This only caused Jeff to laugh harder.

“HAHA! YOU LOOK SO STUPID RIGHT NOW! HA!”

Jane was starting to get annoyed and was this close to strangling Jeff to get him to shut up and stop being annoying. Though she was already busy with Sally, seeing how the young girl still hasn’t let go of Jane’s arm. So the masked woman tried her best to ignore Jeff, even though his voice sounded like he had been smoking a whole pack of cigarettes in one go. After Jeff was done laughing, he smirked at Ben.

“Don’t worry Ben. I’ll protect you!” Jeff continued to mock as Ben gave him a death glare.

Kagekao was chilling up head and was drinking some wine that they snuck into the house with them. They were acting as if they were out on a calm, nightly stroll and not in a haunted house with a bunch of dead and/or psychotic people.

As for a certain monochrome clown, he was the one scaring the actors. I mean, how are you supposed to react when you see a literal clown that looks like it came out of you nightmares practically towering over you.

You get scared, exactly.

The clown seemed to be enjoying himself, finding it funny when the actors would cower behind their props in fear when seeing him.

part four: @gyougherea

Jane kept leading Sally through the haunted house, trying her best to ignore the bickering between undynamic duo Jeff and Ben. The two girls entered a room in the house filled with various prop hooks, knives, and slabs of unidentified flesh, with blood all over the walls; it was akin to a butcher shop from hell. Out of seemingly nowhere, a ghostly man holding a large butcher knife above his head appeared in front of Jane and Sally. The man let out a haunting blood-curdling cry.

Jane instinctively covered Sally’s eyes, but felt her hand being tugged at by the young girl.

“No fair,” Sally whimpered, “I want to see the scary guy!”

Right, Jane thought to herself. Sally did want to come with for a reason. Plus, it’s not like Sally was any stranger to murderous men. That’s basically what most of the group consisted of. Jane moved her hand away from Sally’s face, making Sally beam as she looked up at the haunted house actor. Meanwhile, Jeff and Ben were trailing along, Jeff still teasing Ben.

“I knew you were a total pussy, dude,” Jeff cackled.

“Dude, shut up!” Ben groaned. “I bet there’ll be something in here to freak you out. That’ll put you in your place.”

“Me? Scared?” Jeff bent over laughing his ass off. “Good one! Nothing could ever scare me.” The two turned a corner and were greeted with--

“Jeffykins!” Nina popped out from a hall closet directly in front of Jeff, causing him to scream at the top of his lungs. Ben bit his lip trying to hold back his laughter but ultimately failed at that, letting out a hideous howl of amusement.

“Nothing can scare you, huh?” Ben questioned Jeff mockingly.

“Shut up…” Jeff mumbled as Nina coiled around him arm like a snake.

“Oh my gooosh, Jeffy,” Nina rambled, playing with the fabric of Jeff’s hoodie sleeve, “I’ve waiting for-EV-er for you to get here! At least I had some fun with the other scary guys…” Nina glanced over at the man with the butcher knife from the previous room and winked, causing the man to tense up and scamper away like a prey animal. Nina turned back to Jeff and smiled widely. “I think they really liked me!”

“Uh-huh...” Jeff trembled, looking over at Ben for help. Ben simply smirked at Jeff before diving face-deep into his game again (almost literally). Jeff grimaced before trying to pry Nina off of his arm to no avail; Nina was latched onto Jeff like a tick, there was no way she was coming off any time soon. So, Jeff sucked up his fate and kept trudging forward with Ben and his little parasite.

part five: @somewhat-crazy (again asdsafd)

"Rather fascinating, if you think about it." Smiley inserted his hands into his pockets and took in the horror-esque scene before him. "In itself, the house is terribly designed. The props are cheap and the actors are over-payed high school mascots. But the reason people get scared is because they enter expecting to be scared. It's simple psychology. You enter with the expectation that you will get scared, so you do."

EJ simply shrugged and ignored his unlikely haunted house partner, instead studying what was supposed to be a corpse (the similarities were few, if any). Haunted houses weren't really his 'thing', although he couldn't remember if he'd ever been to one in his life.

Smiley glanced at the other doctor out of the corner of his eye and subtlety raised an eyebrow. He was about to make another remark when someone ran into him from behind, almost knocking him off his feet.

part six: @puffed-hour

“Hey-” A sudden blur of green ran past Smiley, interrupting him once again. He and his companion turned around to peek at the faint shouting that was gradually getting louder. They both raised an eyebrow at two silhouettes rushing towards them.

“THAT LITTLE PRICK!” Jeff yelled out, throwing his arms around in the air. The pale boy came to a stop, seemingly searching for something -- someone -- angrily. He let out a ‘tsk’ before landing his eyes on the men in front of him. “Did you guys see Ben around here?”

“Pretty sure he went that way,” EJ gestured to the hallway beside him. “Almost knocked Smiley off his feet.”

The black-haired doctor just shrugged and took a glance at the figure clinging onto Jeff’s arm.

“Hiya!” Nina beamed at the acknowledgment as she squeezed Jeff’s arm, earning an annoyed groan from him. If the boy knew any better, then it was to leave before Nina could come up with some kind of weird topic. “Thanks, now I’ll get going-”

A tug on his hood stopped him from taking any steps. “Don’t be such a killjoy, Jeffykins! Plus, it’s quite romantic even…”

“Oh, that was FAR from romantic.” He muttered under his breath.

“Come on, you know you liked it!” Nina laughed as Jeff rolled his eyes in disdain.

“Anything interesting happened?” Despite already having a hunch on what had happened, EJ decided to question them anyway for kicks and giggles. Jeff shot his head at the eyeless man, glaring bullets at him. Meanwhile, the girl beside him only widened her eyes and grinned.

“Well,” Her finger started tracing circles around Jeff’s arm. “Ben remarked how cute we look together…” The poor guy felt like disappearing in thin air. “And well…”

“OKAY, OKAY, THAT’S ENOUGH!” Jeff clamped his hand around Nina’s mouth, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. The girl stood in surprise for a few seconds before shrugging and going back to clinging on Jeff’s arm.

The two creeps who were listening to them the whole time only watched in amusement as Jeff let out a relieved sigh.

“Whatever, let’s just get going,” He nodded at the doctors and made his way through the hallway, continuing his journey on finding a certain midget, then beating the shit out of him.

part seven: @somewhat-crazy (once again bc im awesome)

"Where did he go?" Masky looked up and down the hallway for the brunette teenager. Hoodie just shrugged and continued walking. Natalie had dragged Toby off god-knows-where, and it was a good bet that wherever they were, trouble would follow.

Reaching into his pocket, Masky fumbled around until he found his pack of cigarettes. He held out a hand to Hoodie, knowing that he probably had a lighter with him.

"Do you really think it's a good idea to smoke in here?" Masky could tell by his tone that his companion obviously didn't like the idea. He relented though, and reluctantly passed Masky a lighter.

He imagined the smoke swirling inside his lungs before exhaling and letting a small cloud escape his lips. "If I have to deal with these idiots all day, I should at least get to smoke."

Hoodie only nodded and shrugged, a typical response from him.

"As long as the rest of this horror show doesn't get in trouble, it's almost like a vaca--"

"THERE YOU ARE--"

part eight: @screamzz and a tiny tiny bit of @somewhat-crazy

“Knock it off idiots. Zero, Clockwork, and Toby are still missing,” Ann shut them up, looking around the entire group. They were going to have to go back soon, and she had counted how many people there were. “Who knows what they’re up to.”

The rest of the group came up behind the two, there were multiple groans behind the two males.

“Really, you’re smoking already?” Jeff asked, getting pushed into the wall by BEN, who had told him to shut the fuck up before something got started. Jeff looked down at BEN and shoved the dude before dusting himself off.

“I saw Toby run off with Clocks a while back.” Sally said, looking up at Jane.

credits to @sh1tst0rmc0m1n for the wonderful banner they donated to my terrible cause <3

The haunted house was rather huge, and took more than an hour to complete. They had left about thirty minutes ago, and had never been around since then. There was a rather sweet but bitter smell in the air, more sweet than bitter. There was a sudden silence, minus the screams of other people going through the haunted house.

They stood around in a circle, awkwardly processing their options. No one said anything as Hoodie reached into his pocket and pulled something out.

Hoodie lit the last cigarette of the night, handing the lit zippo to Masky, who leaned against the wall and held it to his lips. The silence was rather awkward; the group didn’t know what to do and they couldn’t exactly leave the three behind. Without another second passing, there was a sudden crack-- Toby’s dumbass had stepped on a stick waiting out by the exit.

Before they could recognize where the sound came from, the three jumped out at them, letting out a loud “BOO!”

There were a few who shrieked, there were some who jumped, and some people who didn’t really react. Jeff, Nina, and BEN let out a loud scream, jumping into each other's arms. Cody jumped slightly, and Sally jumped and held onto Jane.

Kagekao, Ann, Jonathan, Hoodie, Jane, LJ, Smiley, and EJ just looked over at them, some even ignoring the three already, used to their antics. The most surprising reaction was Masky’s, one of those people who rarely ever gave a reaction. It had startled him for once, and he jumped, dropping the lighter on the ground. He moved out of the way as a sudden fire started, spreading down the side of the wall and lighting the cloth on fire that had been put on the wall for an easier decoration option.

The group moved out of the way, exiting the haunted house in a rushed manner. The fire slowly spread, causing the group to slowly glare at the three.

“What did y’all fucking do?” Jeff asked, already angered because of the fire. The three just giggled, watching the flames slowly spread over the building. The people inside finally screamed, but not just out of fright this time.

Needless to say, they never went to a haunted house again, and on the way back they took an oath to never speak of this to Slender.

Happy Creepypasta Day Y'all!!!

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roscgcld · 3 years

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I literally just can't stop thinking about daydreaming!reader??? She's too precious I love her!! I like to think she's like Elle Woods from Legally Blonde.

Like imagine her friends being stuck on some kind of math equation or smth and she just means over, looks at him and hums, grabs a pen and solves that shit in like a minute 💀💀💀 The guys looking at her like "👁👄👁 how did you do that?" and she just smiles at them confused and says "what? Like it's hard??" lmaoooooo

Also, her being into fashion!! She'd drag whoever's with her to as many clothing shops as possible and makes them sit through her trying on like 43 different items.

One time a salesperson tried to sell her a last season dress from the clearance section for the full price and she was like "!!! oh!!! Is this a low-viscosity rayon? With half-loop top-stitching on the hem?" and the salesperson is like "uhhh yea absolutely. We just got it in yesterday actually. It's one of a kind." and she just looked them dead in the eye with a smile and says smth like "lol no you didn't I remember seeing this dress in a Vogue issue like a year ago. If you're trying to sell it to me for full price, you picked the wrong girl :)" and whoever's with her at the time just stares at her shocked cuz they just learned their cute lil baby reader is actually not as dumb as she lets on lmaooo

Bonus: her and Nobara definitely bonded over fashion 👀

I am glad you love her - am glad i’ve help give birth to such a baby lol. and OH MY GOD!!! NOW THAT YOU MENTIONED IT, SHE IS!

A fellow smart but dumb bimbo loooool.

I can see it:

Megumi and Yuji just looking down at the add math equation that Maki had found online, Megumi trying to solve it more than Yuji since Yuji is a whole ass himbo himself. Daydreaming!reader returned to the class they were chilling in with a tray of iced tea, tilting her head at how three of them were pretty much hunched over the desk with Megumi typing away on the calculator. “What are you guys doing?”

“Oh. Maki-senpai found a math equation online and we’ve been trying to solve it for a while now.” Yuji admitted as she placed the tray down, pouring everyone a glance of iced tea as she looked the question over from Megumi’s shoulder; the raven-haired boy just moving aside a little to give her a better look. Wordlessly she grabbed his pencil from his hand, writing down the rest of the equation with ease. She didn’t even need to use a calculator, just humming softly to herself as she writes the rest of it down; putting the right answer at the end. “There, should be right.”

She had not noticed the stares she was getting from Megumi and Maki as Yuji had handed her the cup, having not noticed what his senpai was doing when he was pouring the drinks. “H-How?!” Maki asked in shock as she slapped her hand against the table, causing both her and Yuji to jump as they looked over at her with wide eyes. Even poor Megumi had jumped a little at how loud she was. “How did you solve that so quickly?! Without a calculator at that?!”

She just blinked at Maki in confusion, taking a sip from her cup. “Was it supposed to be hard?” Was the simple question tossed to both Maki and Megumi, who both blinked at the girl owlishly as Yuji asked if she wanted to see a cute dog video; the girl bounding over to her kouhai, both of them giggling and cooing at the video of the shiba puppy playing on the screen of his phone.

The other is probably Nobara and Yuji, since they are the only two are willing to go out shopping with her besides Yuta. But since Yuta is currently outstation, Yuji and Maki have become your go-to shopping buddies. Usually Yuji is just your bag carrier since mans is so damn strong lol; just feed him food and he’s all good. Nobara and reader were at some fashion boutique selling a few designer pieces by local artists.

And if there one thing that daydreaming!reader is good in, is following trends and fashion.

So she might be holding up a dress, smiling down at how cute it looked as she asked Yuji if he liked it; to which he said it was cute, since it did. The employees in the boutique realised awhile ago that she wasn’t the brightest, and had smirked to one another as they spotted a dress on the sales rack that they’ve been struggling to sale for awhile now. So one of the saleswomen grabbed it and walked towards the girl with a perfected smile, asking if she wanted to try it on.

Reader just looked over the dress before she tilted her head a little, picking it up before she turned it on the hanger; listening to the saleswoman as she tries to sell her the dress, saying how it was the newest and hottest design. She was cut off by reader as she hummed, giving the woman a raised eyebrow. “Last year, this came out last year.” She stated simply, to which the saleswoman zipped her mouth up as the reader started to give her the basic rundown of the designer who created this, and what the inspiration was for the design, and the different materials as well.

She left the saleswoman blushing in embarrassment as she returned it to the wordless saleswoman with a smile, not registering that she had embarrassed the woman as she waved her off. “Thank you for bringing this to me, but I wouldn’t buy it at full price.” She admitted truthfully before Nobara called out for her, to which she just smiles before she walked towards the other girl wordlessly.

Needless to say, whenever she returns to the store from time to time, no one dares to make another comment once more lol.

#daydreaming!reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imainges #jujutsu kaisen imagine #jjk imagine #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #itadori yuji #kugisaki nobara #fushiguro megumi #zenin maki #maki zenin

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chocoladieimagines · 3 years

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Hey can I request akatsuki fluffy HC with a black reader

Thanks 😊

Sure thing! It took me a bit of a while to think of an idea but I got you! I also hope it’s fine that I am comfortable only doing a few of the members in the Akatsuki🤎🍫Enjoy!

Akatsuki x Black! Reader

For one of their missions, two people are sent to a village called Nikkōgakure, meaning Village Hidden by/among Sunlight. They see a possibility of finding the person they’re looking for by infiltrating a local rally, but only experience the feeling of nostalgia after seeing a childhood friend. Y/N L/N is a civil rights activist who has become very well known throughout villages and is sought out by citizens for social change.

Kisame Hoshigaki

- The Akatsuki had to operate in teams that would be most efficient in earning money but also not draw attention to themselves. With two shinobi, it’s the bare minimum to have an actionable team that can accomplish goals.

- Two individuals highly skilled such as Kisame Hoshigaki and Itachi Uchiha are sent to the village, acquiring information about the shinobi forces so the Akatsuki could provide more mercenary services.

- Aside from tracing Jinchuriki, a back up plan was to make countries increasingly dependent on Akatsuki’s services, corner the entire market for shinobi missions and eventually put all of the shinobi villages out of business.

- Kisame didn’t expect the village to have such an ethereal beauty; everything in honeyed tones like there was a layer of tinted filtering added to the sky. As the sunlight sauntered in, it ignited shadows to vivid oranges and reds, giving vivacious hues to the village like it was another world of art.

- The broad days of sunlight allowed tenacious vegetation; flowers seen in every turn he made.

- The truth was that the people could never see flowers too many times; they brought flowers into hospitals and graveyards, used them as a vibrant way to express their love and would plant them in their backyards though they couldn’t bear any edible fruits. The village spent thousands replacing them along the streets and as soon as they would brown, more are brought in.

- “Maybe this place wouldn’t be so bad.” Kisame said to himself but it was more likely loud enough to be heard just between the proximity of him and Itachi.

- “Yes, there’s something about it that makes it look so peaceful. Like it’s ducked off from the world’s ugliness and imperfection.” Itachi spoke. “Therefore, we will not spark any attention on ourselves. We will only pursue what is absolutely necessary.”

- Kisame followed in Itachi’s words as they watched villagers gather inside of a place, soon walking behind them.

- They both sat in the corner of the room at a small table, everyone’s conversation dying down after the lights dim.

- Kisame heard the sound of heels becoming discernible as they progressed closer to the stage. Once they stopped, the spotlight shined on a beautiful woman.

- He felt himself be captivated by your features; dark satiny brown skin, these dark expressive eyes—pools of honey each time the sunshine hits them, as you wore your hair naturally in its born state.

- You greeted everyone with a warm smile and it seemed a lot of your audience has seen you before—Kisame knew he definitely has.

- He remembered you back in Kirigakure, Village Hidden by Mist or The Hidden Village of The Land of Water. He often saw you tagging along the crewman that traded goods with his village. Having many adventures as a shinobi prior to joining the organization, some of his missions consisted of being involved with the lakes featured along the many islands composing his village.

- The two of you have crossed each other up until the point you kindly greeted him and couldn’t help but feel intrigued by his unique features. He didn’t take offense from it, taking in mind how your voice sounded out of admiration and saw your hand raise a bit like you wanted to feel his features you thought as surreal.

- He only smirked a bit and answered that that was the heredity of his folk, then turned the question on you and asked, “How come whenever the sun hits your skin, you start glowing?”. He watched you stare at him in shock.

- From there on, you two had nice conversations but then you suddenly didn’t see him anymore. You assumed he was getting caught up in a lot of missions and became too busy, which lead to dreading if he could’ve been killed.

- This proceeded for years unbeknownst of him participating in the Akatsuki. But today, he saw you stand behind the podium winning cheers from the crowd. He felt the weird feeling of an adrenaline rush pumping through his bloodstream as his heart rate accelerated by the second he kept looking at you.

- He began to space out from your words, then pondered to himself how he followed the code of the Shinobi in order to “kill his emotions”, which would prevent the average from running wild and causing the mission to be a failure.

- Despite if he was able to feel a drawback from violence, he sadistically enjoyed fighting so there was nothing more that could ever make him feel so vulnerable. He didn’t want to look weak.

- Itachi noticed how Kisame stared at you and honestly he couldn’t blame him. But there was something he sensed other than the gravitation of your beauty, but more like Kisame was remembering you. Like he recalled your appearance from years ago and felt some type of desperation or allure to speak to you.

- “If you wish to speak to her, I recommend this cafe I saw not too far from here. Or take her for a stroll along the street side and visit this flower shop with the biggest garden. But do it when it’s getting darker— the time we’re not on duty.” Itachi assisted, much to his friend’s surprise. “Trust me, I don’t need my sharingan to see how you look at her.”

- With that, Kisame left an anonymous note, telling you to meet him at the heart of the village, where there’s an enormous flower bed, at 8. You wore a fitted kente dress with bell sleeves flaring at your wrists and adorned your hair with a head wrap—having the complementing color, red. His eyes lit up when he saw you approaching the address, watching you look around until you see a man rise from where he was sitting.

- Your mouth was agape in shock as you had a closer look, throwing yourself at him before slowly wrapping your arms around his neck. Kisame stiffened at your display of happiness since he wasn’t sure how you felt about his appearance, if you had a new life with someone or if you shared the same feelings as him. Yet, he wrapped an arm around your waist and walked with you that night.

Deidara

- Deidara felt at ease by the village he was assigned. Unfortunately, being tasked with Tobi made his experience less enjoyable than he would’ve liked.

- But he accredited Nikkōgakure for the artful displays of rainbow freckles adorning the window boxes, the raised medians, or by canopying storefronts. The village always seemed like it was in the presence of a clear sky; the sun mooring itself in the blue as if anchored to heaven’s ether. It wasn’t too hot, nor too cold but adequate for the black cloak he was wearing.

- Tobi openly expressed his awestruck by continuously wanting to stop at places. He even grabbed a brochure upon entering which contained a map of the village, since they were aware of often having newcomers.

- He wandered different places to the point where Deidara would be looking in one direction and next thing turn to see that Tobi is gone. He caught him sniffing the ingredients being chopped up at a vegetable soup stall; tasting some of the scooped broth from the wooden spoon the cook used to mix.

- Deidara snatched him from the stand, “You dunderhead! Do you know what we were even sent here for—,” Tobi raised a finger in clarification. “Don’t answer that question. We are here because there was traces left of a jinchuriki, while you’re steady lollygagging around with your head stuck in a shit-filled world of cupcakes and rainbows called your ASS! Hm. It’s like I’m looking after a fucking child.”

- But then, he noticed that Tobi was looking in another direction; poking his finger out for a black swallowtail butterfly. His menacing glare made the male detect it was silent and looked towards Deidara. “I’m sorry, what did you say again?”

- The blond growled in frustration, chasing after Tobi until he caught him and punched him unconscious. With a huge knot on the man’s head, he snored with a snot bubble drawing from his nose as Deidara dragged him by the back of his collar.

- Suddenly, the snot bubble popped shortly after Tobi awakened. Five minutes into realizing Deidara was pulling him, he caught sight of an art exhibit.

- “Hey Deidara!” Tobi’s childish accent startled the boy. “How did you—” “Look! An art exhibit!”

- Deidara begrudgingly turned to his side to see what appeared to be a church with gardened—pruned—shrubs of hydrangeas; blossoming large, globe shaped flower heads in shades of purple, blue, pink and white.

- “I’m not falling for another one of your shenanigans.” He resisted. “Oh please! I promise this is the last stop! Gaah, I thought you liked art.” Tobi whined. “Art comes in many forms. What would you know about it anyway? Hm.” “It just looks so pretty in there. Do you even try to take your time with things once in a while? Ya know to soak everything in? Enjoy it while it lasts? Yeesh, you should indulge in yourself more.” “Shut it.”

-Although, in the back of Deidara’s mind, Tobi actually made a point. Their duties often consisted of violence after the lead of Nagato or “Pain” concluded that the only way the world would turn away from its constant warfare would be to experience such catastrophic death destruction that it could never again stomach the idea of conflict.

- Nikkōgakure had many amenities that it already looked like it was in its own world of peace. There were only a few times the members had a day off, why not take the opportunity to enjoy himself a bit while he had the chance now? “Your pondering silence means you’re letting my words settle in, doesn’t it? Go on, I’m waiting.” Tobi said, beginning to file his nails. “You really have the nerve to test my patience when it’s my decision to choose how we’re carrying out our mission, hm. I bet you chose an art exhibit just because you knew I like art.” Deidara anticipated. “Who cares? Can we just go in now?”

- Tobi rocked on his heels and swayed in place in impatience, mentally questioning what could possibly be keeping the boy from submitting into a positive answer. Deidara sighed, “Fine, whatever. We don’t have all day.”. The man-child squealed and raised his arms in the air as he quickly ran through the doors. Approaching the exhibit, Deidara’s interest in the hydrangeas returned; feeling drawn to reach out to a grouplet of periwinkle flowers. He was surprised to feel the sensation of paper, stroking his thumb on the cut out petals to realize they were made out of coffee filters. “Incredible, they look so realistic.” He thought.

- On entering, it was even more colorful inside; each of the whitewashed walls possessed by the colors refracting and dispersing from the sun’s light. The walls had pictorial designs of contrasting pieces like mosaics but as stained glass. They took on the designs of flowers with their leaves blooming from the lead frame by being painted along each side of the room. Most significantly, up in the front of the main entrance, there was a large window panel of a tree; it’s branches winding away from it into leaves of different colors. They were soft shades of pink, blue, yellow and green. “Truly beautiful.” Deidara thought.

- Then, he realized he lost track of Tobi. Although Tobi was an adult and could take care of himself (past tense “could”), it was more like he couldn’t because of his antics. Plus, he wanted to make sure they remained on track of their mission.

- On his search to look for him, he was still in amazement of the exhibit and found himself walking down different halls. The building was a combination of both indoors and outdoors. Some of the roofs became like a greenhouse; transparent ceilings allowing the sunlight to shine through as rooms became greenery with more artwork.

- There was a imperceptible voice down the halls, so he began to follow it. He was finally brought to another room but it was filled with people. He almost ignored it until he caught a glimpse of a girl. You were on stage, a blissful smile wide on your face while he acknowledged that you were the one speaking. He took a double take once he saw you; your hair is in tribal braids, free of your face as they accentuated your golden features. Your eyes never aged, they still spoke of your youth and liveliness.

- Just as he remembered, back in the days before he joined the Akatsuki, you two were friends in his home village, Iwagakure: Hidden Stone Village or The Hidden Village of the Land of Earth.

- You were a ceramist in the Ceramic Village, a small village in the Land of Wind, who was a practitioner of Hanasaki. Hanasaki was known for its pure white color and the series of fine cracks that run along its surface which resembled blossoming flowers (befitting its name). As it brought fame to Ceramic Village, Ninja of Sunagakure frequently requested that parts for their puppets be made in the Hanasaki style, but Hanaski was already difficult to produce for mere ceramics.

- Masho, leader of the ceramic village and created of Hanasaki, rarely took requests because of this. However, you were compliant with many ninjas including Deidara who used the high-quality clay because inferior clays wouldn’t take the exact forms he wanted nor would their detonation be as impressive. Hanasaki was the best clay he found as well as you being the best person he could rely on it from.

- Ceramic Village began running low on Hanasaki but you had set up kilns and workshops throughout villages and found different types of clay, including a muddy clay in the Village of Lies. Back in the village, Masho and other Hanasaki ceramists were killed because it was bringing the village to its downfall from hugely relying on Hanasaki as a source of income. The killer‘s motive was that it would be better to pursue new art styles.

- But, you survived because you often hung out with Deidara, flying on his C2 dragon (a large, flight capable dragon), while he showcased different explosives and experiments he made. You convinced him into throwing them into the air like they were fireworks so he wouldn’t hurt the tons of life below you. He enjoyed seeing your reactions to his explosives because he wanted to impress you, to show you that your clay wasn’t going to waste.

- This soon came to an end when he suddenly left the village as an S-Rank missing nin. Now that he was seeing you currently, many of his memories were brought back to him and so were his feelings. The instant he saw you made him feel warm inside, like he body began starving for sweetness and clung to an emotional sugar source. The sound of your laughter along with the people in the room ignited something in him.

- “Deidara! There you are. You know you shouldn’t run off like that, I was looking all over for you. But I gotta say, I knew you would explore this place top to bottom.” Tobi said. “You dumbass. It’s not my fault you got lost in here and along that, sounding like a baby looking for his mom. Hm.”. Tobi shook away what Deidara had to say and instead looked ahead to see you. “Sweet mama, whose the babe? Don’t try to deny it Deidara, I saw you making goo goo eyes at her,” He began nudging him. “Come on you can tell me. Who is she? Your girlfriend? Best friend?” “She is none of your business.” Deidara said through grunted teeth.

- He wasn’t sure about going up to you. He expected that you would be mad, if anything feel betrayed that he could’ve used you for Hanasaki clay. Really, he enjoyed your company and developed feelings for you. But he didn’t think that you returned them and after all, there were many other ninjas you made clay for. So, he left without telling you, not thinking it would mean much or have a significance.

- Yet, here he stood, watching you shake hands with the host of the event as everyone applauded you for your speech. “I may be a dumbass but you really would if you don’t go and talk to her.” Tobi chimed into Deidara’s trance. “Don’t tell me what to do. Don’t you think I would if I could. Hm.” “Why can’t you? She’s right there! The gods have chosen you two to meet each other again!” “Would you shut up.” While they were bickering, you slowly walked up to the blond, recollecting your memories of your old friend.

- “Deidara?” His body jolted at the sound of his name, like you scared him or he was caught by surprise. He slowly turned to look at you, his roseate cheeks burning when you were much closer to him than behind the podium. You looked even more attractive to him being a short distance away; the way your lashes distinguished the gold flame in your brown hues, the way the sunlight shining through the transparent walls hit your skin. “Long time no see.” He could only say through his awestruck, expressing his familiar smirk he always given you. Maybe Tobi did hand it to him this time, he could’ve been onto something all along.

Obito Uchiha

- “Tobi” arrived at Nikkōgakure on his own. Instead of it obligating to be a mission, he knew where your whereabouts were and visited the village following as you described.

- “Dear Tobi, It’s a village named Nikkōgakure. It is very beautiful here; there are flowers everywhere and the people seem so happy. You will notice the disappearance of clouds but a clear blue sky, making way for the sun’s rays. I believe Nikkōgakure has made a settlement somewhere near the outer circle of the equator since the village’s weather is always content and sunny—just right. Turns out, I will be included in a meeting with other kages in order to suggest a change in poverty villages or else referred to as slums. They are low income places where people were displaced in from wars. We are planning to be supplementing money and food into these villages so they may rise and expand on shinobi forces. Then we could affiliate our alliances for times of need...meet me at the sun perennial garden. I hope to see you soon. Sincerely yours, Y/N.”

- You met Obito after he was saved from White Zetsu who was following orders from an elderly Madara. You were a subordinate of Madara, who took you under his wing because of your omni-benevolence. Along with his Eye of the Moon Plan; replacing the contemporary world of violence and death with one where nobody ever needs to die, he spent his time keeping a close eye on Konohagakure to find a suitable pawn to take his place.

- Omni-benevolence meant that you had the capacity to be infinitely good and good in every capacity that good is recognized by any sentient being in existence. This associated with embodying virtues that consisted of your capability of seeking unity and being able to join others or have others join you. You subconsciously emitted an aura that could induce emotions; generally that of compassion, courage, peace or charity. The inducement would draw others to you; alluring social attraction to make people feel appreciation, respect, trust or a liking towards you. It would form an allegiance with that person or anyone you encounter.

- Madara observed this and thought he could use it as another tactic for his idealism of world peace. He could use you to align different villages who crossed each other as enemies and end all conflicts that contributed to war. At the time, since you were only a simple villager who worked at an orphanage in Konoha, it took little for Madara to send Black Zetsu to sway you into Madara’s plans. Black Zetsu opted that you were born with supernatural/psionic abilities and could be the aid for world peace, leading you into the mastermind behind it.

- From the moment on, you were by Madara’s side and helped tended to Obito’s injuries; following the procedure of removing his body parts too damaged to be healed and replacing them with limbs cultivated from the cells of Hashirama Senju. Obito felt frightened by the legendary Uchiha but immediately fell comfortable by your mere presence. He felt indebted to Madara for saving his life, along with you and was willing to render any assistance he could, an offer Madara made clear he would collect upon. However, you had no harmful intentions and would often share your backstory with Obito as a way of bonding.

- Being an orphan himself; Obito grew up without knowing who his parents were and was left in the care of his grandmother. Hence, he felt alone in the world and aspired to become the Hokage so that the people of the village could acknowledge his existence. Finding out that you were training your natural abilities by working at an orphanage, made him feel warm and felt as though you were doing him a favor too.

- After witnessing the loss of Rin Nohara by Kakashi unintentionally plunging his chidori through her heart, Obito vowed to do anything for Madara if it could bring him together with Rin and Kakashi again. Now, Madara would explain his Eye of the Moon Plan and imparted all of his knowledge and plans to Obito, taught him abilities he would need moving forward, entrusted him with his possessions and would have you along with Black Zetsu to assist as a guide. Until Madara’s revival, he told Obito that he would act as Madara Uchiha.

- You knew all about the plan moving forward and there wasn’t a single bone of malevolence in your body. Although Obito was technically in leadership of the plan, you walked up to the man while he watched the sunset and made a proposal to him, newly as Madara.

- “How about we go through with the plan in two ways. I would like to go undercover as a Civil Rights activist to create conditions for the healing of the brain as a resolve to world problems and spread more love. To spread a new philosophical idea.” You said. “Look at you, Y/N. Too pure to be tainted by the world’s sickness. You sugarcoat Earth’s harsh realities with the idea that there can be social change. If anything, humans should be wiped off the face of the planet. We take and take from Earth and yet there is not plenty for all because some of us are greedy and seek a profit. God used to be our guide. Now people worship the corruption of money. There is much evilness upon our world. We lust after killing one another. And no one seems to care.” Obito unfolded, his voice almost cracking.

- “Madara has projected his hatred onto you. It is the Curse of Hatred that has imbued your disillusionment.” You softly whispered in his ear. “An Uchiha’s love can instantaneously turn into hatred, leaving them more inclined to do anything and everything in their power to achieve their goals and show their own superiority, regardless of the consequences and repercussions of their actions. I can heal that, I can allege the world in love.” You noticed he became calmer by your words, the pace of his breathing slowed and with the patient intent to listen to you speak.

- You continued, “Love reduces the cortisol, the stress hormone, which alters brain architecture for the better. Of course I agree with you that humans are imperfect, their flaws drilled and fracked into our planet. We aren’t evolved enough to be trusted with love. We’d try to engineer it, alter it, use it, weaponize it. Power addiction is always the wrong route to escape fear. The only way to understand love is to feel it, embody it, embrace it.” Obito stood in silence for a bit, you assuming that he was taking in your words. Then he sighed, “And you have a feeling this could work?” “Well, the question is, how do you know your plan will work? Will everything matter in the end?” He acknowledged your words again, feeling the lightest bit of hope. “Fine.”

- He concluded that you will have to send letters of your progress as evidence that your plan is going through development. Or else, they will result to what was set originally of projecting the Infinite Tsukuyomi on the moon in order to trap the world in a dream, thus saving mankind from destroying itself but robbing free will of the world.

- This lead up to recently, visiting Nikkōgakure to see you. Just like you addressed, you two met at the Sun Perennial Garden; the flower beds of Daylilies, Hollyhocks, Geraniums, Alstroemerias, etc. The huge glass enclosed garden was filled with butterflies and hummingbirds, like an exhibit, with pathways of stepping stones—tiny flowers blooming between the crevices. He felt that warm feeling again, just as he did when he was first getting to know you. He looked at you with your hair braided into dookie braids (or known as jumbo box braids) that lengthened down your back. You dressed in a patterned halter top with a matching wrap skirt and strapped heels, expressing your body to the homely temperature. He thought you looked more prettier than ever, not because of your open honey brown skin, but because of the peace illustrated on your face. It made him realize maybe the death of Rin could’ve meant something. Not that it was good.

- But was it for the sake of moving on? Meaning so he could make room for another? Or so he could realize the inevitability of death opens the door to pure potential that can make you a better, more open and loving person? All he knew was that it all had to wind down with him meeting you and slowly falling in love like you were saying. I can allege the world in love.

Sorry to keep everyone waiting! I hope you all are having a great day and enjoyed reading!🤎🍫

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Mama || Leticia "Letty" Cruz

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A/N: This was created because I've seen some speculation that Letty may not make it to the end of Season 3 (😭🥺). My mind needed something fluffy to combat this and so this piece came about. Apologises for grammatical errors and please let me know if the Spanish translation needs correcting.

Characters/Pairing(s): Letty x Reader (mother-daughter relationship) ▪︎ Coco x Reader (mention) ☆ Mayans MC (brief mention) ▪︎ OCs (receptionist, mother and son duo)

Summary: Just a mother protecting her daughter.

Warnings: brief mention of altercation (male and female), description of injuries, fluff, language, nicknames, painkillers (reference to injury)

Word Count: 1755

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(Y/N) couldn't believe how busy the roads leading to the local high school were. It was a Wednesday, a little after ten and the streets were just packed with cars. She thought it was ridiculous considering people were usually at their jobs and children were in their age appropriate schools. There was no reason for people to be out and about.

"The light's been green for five seconds!" she yelled and honked her horn, "move!" The driver in front gave her the finger before taking off, "you're so fucking lucky I've got somewhere to be, asshole!" she called out as she drove in the opposite direction.

When her phone rang during her break, the last person (Y/N) expected to hear from was the receptionist for Santo Padre High School. According to the woman, Leticia (Letty as she was mostly referred to) had been in an altercation with another student and her parents or caregivers were requested to come and meet with the principal. Rachel, the receptionist, mentioned trying to reach her father but going straight to voicemail. With (Y/N) being listed as an emergency contact she was called.

(Y/N) immediately asked about Letty, but was told that specific details couldn't be discussed over the phone. She found that odd, but accepted it (for the time being) and informed Rachel that she would be there as quickly as she could. After hanging up, she grabbed her belongings and told her manager she had a family emergency to attend to. She was cleared and (Y/N) informed him that she would be taking a week off as well and would keep them updated on her situation.

From the moment she received the call to the time she pulled up in front of the high school, her thoughts revolved around Letty. Being with Coco for several years allowed (Y/N) to gain some insight to the type of life he had been subjected to. Through a lot of tears, constant reassurance and love (Y/N) was able to break through his tough exterior and get him to believe she was in it for the long haul. When (Y/N) was told by him about his daughter being in a similar environment to what he was in growing up, she demanded him to bring her home.

The second she laid eyes on Letty she saw Coco's features and personality shine through. (Y/N) didn't expect the teenager to respect or trust her right off the bat, but she made sure to let her know that she was here if she needed someone to talk to and gave her space. With every door slam, harsh comment and glare sent her way, (Y/N) continued being herself and showed Letty she wasn't a threat. It was challenging, especially when Coco left on runs, but she pushed through. Eventually the teenager began to accept her father's girlfriend without second guessing her.

(Y/N) stepped into the main office and found a woman standing beside a teenage boy, who held some paper towels to his nose and had a couple of scratches on his face. She moved closer and realised the pair were towering over Letty who sat in the corner and was looking down at her lap. Clenching her jaw, she strode over to the trio.

"Get the fuck away from my daughter!" she glared at the duo and turned around to Letty, who was now standing, "mi niña, are you okay?" she kissed her forehead and cupped her cheeks, "Leticia?"

The teenager nodded, "uh… y-yeah, I'm fine," she went to move (Y/N)'s hands but winced, "completely fine."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened at the state of Letty's hands. They were most likely bruised and what shocked her even more was that there was no ice-pack beside her seat. The boy clearly had been given assistance, but her baby girl hadn't and that pissed her off.

"Rachel!" she called out and a woman appeared around the corner, "you're the one who called me right?"

"Yes."

"And, you said you couldn't go over specific details of what happened over the phone?"

"That's correct."

(Y/N) nodded and gestured towards Letty's hands, "well I'm here now and would like an explanation on why my daughter hasn't been treated and that young man has?" When the mother tried to give a reason, she raised a hand in her face, "this doesn't concern you, this conversation is between Rachel and I."

Rachel gulped and could feel the anger radiating off of (Y/N), "well… uh, he was bleeding and –"

"Were there other staff members present?" she asked and when she was given a nod, she continued, "why couldn't they have provided medical assistance to my daughter?"

"She… didn't tell us she was hurt, ma'am, she said she was fine so –"

"Bitch do her hands look fine to you?"

The mother scoffed, "at least we know where your daughter gets her attitude from."

(Y/N) turned to her, "shut up, nobody asked for your ass to speak," she gestured towards her son, "the reason your son's looking like a fucked up tomato is completely justified I can vouch for that."

"Are you kidding me?" She shrieked and pointed to his face, "he's most likely got a broken nose and there's scratches on his face!"

"Exactly, be glad my daughter didn't have a screwdriver on her." (Y/N) replied and almost laughed at the disbelief on the woman's face, "your son deserved every scratch, bruise and possible broken bone."

"Excuse me!?"

(Y/N) ignored her and turned back around to face Rachel, "Letty and I will be leaving now."

"Mrs Fraser hasn't seen –"

"My main concern right now is my daughter's well-being," she told her, "and you've got my details on file so I'm sure Mrs Fraser can contact me at a later date."

Rachel spoke again, "please if you'd just –"

"No."

(Y/N) picked up Letty's bag and walked over to the desk, with Letty trailing behind her. She quickly signed out on the tablet and the pair walked out of the building. Reaching her car, (Y/N) unlocked it and helped Letty into the passenger seat. Closing her door, she rushed to the driver's side and got in.

She helped Letty buckle up, before buckling herself in, "everything okay, sweets?"

"Yeah… uh, thanks." was the response she received, before she started up the car and pulled out of the school parking lot while explaining where they were off to next.

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"He's always talking shit," Letty explained to (Y/N) about the guy in the office, "it was about time someone shut him up."

"And you were the person to do so?"

She shrugged her shoulders, "he ran his mouth and then touched me, so I beat his ass."

"Two for one special?"

"Pretty much."

(Y/N) chuckled, "when your hands heal up, we'll ask one of the guys to teach you a few moves in the ring, thankfully your hands are just bruised and not broken."

"They still hurt like a bitch."

"You've got another two hours before you can drink some more painkillers."

"What would've happened if Coco answered the phone?" Letty questioned.

(Y/N) shook her head, "honey, I don't even think I wanna know what would've happened," she noticed the teen wince, "are you okay?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

She huffed, "I'm fine, okay? I was fine when you picked me up. I was fine when we went to the doctor's office. I was fine at the grocery store and I was fine the last time you asked me."

(Y/N) nodded and pulled into their driveway, putting the car in park, "I'm not gonna apologise about asking how you're feeling. I'm just – I just want to make sure you're okay. But, now I'll stop because I can see I'm annoying you."

"Yeah, you are."

She chuckled, "okay, I'll stop, but you'll tell –"

Letty sighed, "yes, I'll tell you. You really take this parenting thing seriously. I mean… you've been referring to me as your daughter all day and I–I'm not. But you defended me –"

"And I always will."

" – against Kyle, his mum and even the receptionist. I–I've never had that before. And, even at the doctor's office you made sure I was seen by a female because you knew it'd make me more comfortable."

"Letty?"

"You treat me like I'm yours and you called me your daughter and I… I don't know, I just," she took a deep breath, shook her head and looked out of the window.

(Y/N) waited for her to continue, but she didn't. Thinking back on today's events, she realised she had referred to Letty as her own. She had been doing it in her mind for so long and didn't realise she had said it out in the open. Letty had heard her reference and it seemed to make her uncomfortable and that was something she vowed she wouldn't do.

"When I started dating your dad he told me about the kids he had. He told me that he wasn't involved in their lives because being away from them was for the best. I asked him what would happen if one day a kid reached out and his response was "if they do, they do. I ain't gonna turn them away", (Y/N) spoke up, "and then you reached out, sweetums. You reached out and your dad took that as a sign. From the moment you entered our lives, it's been a whirlwind of emotions. We're not this picture perfect family, but we're our own version. Despite being almost an adult, Coco still views you as his baby girl. And, honestly, I've been viewing you the same way."

Letty sniffed and looked up, "really?"

"Absolutely, gorgeous. The moment you stepped through that door you became mine as well," (Y/N) pointed at the front door of their home, before turning to her, "but that doesn't matter if you're not okay with it. I'm not trying to force you to be –"

"I'm Coco's daughter," she cut in and smiled at (Y/N), "and now I'm yours too."

(Y/N) beamed with joy and unbuckled her seatbelt, and Letty's, reaching over the middle console to bring the teen into her arms. Letty wrapped her arms around (Y/N), breathing in her (scent). The woman chuckled and kissed her cheek, "I love you, baby girl."

Letty pulled her closer, "I love you too, mama."

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Spanish Translations:

Mi niña - my girl / baby girl

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