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russellsppttemplates · 7 months

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You need some down time (Pierre Gasly)

You thought you had been able to adjust your routine to Pierre's calendar, but your body showed otherwise

Note: english is not my first language. This can also work as an alert for you (and for me too tbh) to take care of yourself and listen to your body. You should work on your dreams but also rest whenever you need ✨️ also, I feel like I can finally write about remote work without having flashbacks from my dissertation

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Tw: reader's excessive tiredness (mentions some symptoms and taking pills for headaches)

"Then we are meeting Esteban there, we'll have to present a talk to the group of sponsors and then we have dinner", Pierre explained.

"And you're sure I can get there on time and not bother? I don't want to make a big entrance where everyone looks at me", you chuckled, "no, it's fine. They're waiting for you already, so you won't be a stranger", he smiled, "I'll just send you the ticket so you have it on your phone", your boyfriend added, hearing you fumble with a plastic medicine wrapper, "is everything alright?", he asked looking up from his phone to see you taking what looked like a paracetamol, "just a little headache, probably have been staring too long at the computer", you reasoned back, drinking some water from your bottle, "is that the bottle you filled this morning? If it is, you're not drinking much water either, and that's not good for you, mon ange", Pierre said pulling you gently so you could lay your head on his chest, "you know I've always been terrible at drinking water".

Like Pierre told you, the guy at the front of the event scanned your ticket, immediately seeing on the computer where he should be escorting you, already seeing a few familiar faces as you made your way to the high tables, seeing your boyfriend and his new teammate along with some of the members of the Alpine PR Team, "Hi everyone! So sorry I was late. The meeting went long and then the traffic here from the hotel was not easy either", you noted, standing next to Pierre, "you look lovely, Y/N, I'm glad you could join us at last", Esteban complimented.

"Thanks, Yuki!", you said, and to anyone else, they thought it was automatic, "sorry, Esteban", you apologised, laughing when the French driver laughed too.

The dinner turned out to be a nice and calm setting, contrasting with the excitement and buzz of the previous event, "do you want some dessert to share? I'm fancying something sweet but I don't think I can eat all of it", you mentioned to Pierre, looking around the menu and deciding on what you wanted to order.

Leaving the restaurant, you latched yourself to Pierre's arm, supporting yourself on him as you walked to the car he had driven there, "are you busy tomorrow?", he asked, "yes, the usual. But I think I'm going to clock in later, I think, a meeting has been pushed", you mumbled, yelping when you felt yourself stumble in your heels even though you know how to walk in them just fine, "nearly fell there, are you good?", your boyfriend asked, "it seems, yes. But I'm good".

The ring of your phone brought your attention from your laptop to the smaller device, seeing Pierre's mother contact appear for a video call.

"Hi, Pascale, how are you?", you asked, saving the changes you made to the document on your laptop before paying her you full attention, "I'm great, chérie. How have you been doing? I hope I'm not catching you at a bad time!", she nudged, "no, it's fine. Perks of working remotely, I don't need to worry about my boss breathing down my neck since I just need to meet the day's goals", you joked, looking at your planner, "and I'm nearly done for the day", you smiled.

Without your control, your hands trembled a little and you were unable to grasp your phone properly, leaving it to fall on the carpeted floor, "Y/N, is everything okay?", you heard Pascale say, "sorry, Pascale, my phone just slipped from my hands", you explained as you grabbed it, checking for any scratches and seeing none, "butter fingers, hm?", she giggled, bringing a small smile to your face, "more like sweaty fingers, I guess".

When Pierre arrived back from his event, he found you just the moment you shut the lid of your laptop, "Only finishing now, amour?", he asked, kissing the top of your head, "yes. Your mother also called me so I had a good break between my tasks", you noted, getting up and grabbing the remote control for the AC to turn it off since the room had cooled off enough, "now, what do we have for tonight?", you asked, "for a change, I don't have anything. Do you want to go explore the city or just sit here?", he wondered, "can we stay in, please? My head hurts a little, probably from being at the laptop all day", you mumbled, "room service and dim lighting it is then".

Finally, you were going home. It had been an intense couple of weeks and you were oozing forwards to spend some time with Pierre and his family without a tight schedule filled with events.

Arriving at the airport, Pierre was quick to get everything ready and you were waiting in line with the time perspective you had expected, greeting the crew and making your way inside the aircraft.

"Here, my love, you can hold my hand", you nudged, knowing that Pierre wasn't the biggest fan of flying, feeing him squeeze your palm.

"Hi, I'm so sorry to inform, but the flight will leave with a delay. The estimate is around forty five minutes", one of the flight attendants apologised, carrying on to inform the rest of the passengers.

"For Goodness sake", you mumbled, groaning slightly ad you felt Pierre squeeze your hand again, "I'll just text my dad that we'll arrive later", he mentioned, grabbing his phone and doing so. "Sorry, I know it's not the end of the world", you mumbled, letting your head rest on his shoulder and closing your eyes for a bit, "it's okay, hopefully soon they'll have some informations", Pierre offered, holding your hand in his and kissing the side of your head.

When you finally landed, you grabbed your bags and walked to the hall where you'd be meeting Jean, "I've never been so happy so see your father, I swear", you mumbled, walking up to the older Gasly man and allowing him to greet you and carry your bags to the car.

Walking up to the bedroom you'd be staying in, you managed to take your pyjamas out along with your toiletries bag, changing out of your clothes, washing your face and brushing your teeth before you met Pierre in bed, "I've been dreaming of this bed for the entire day", you groaned as you finally felt the fresh sheets on your legs, looking forward to cuddle Pierre for the night, "sleep tight, handsome, I love you", you offered, "Good night, mon ange, I love you too", he whispered before kissing your forehead one last time for the night.

Despite his usual routine and his sleep routine working like a clock, Pierre managed to sleep for a little bit longer than usual, opening his eyes to find you curled up on yourself and still facing him, making him brush some hairs away from your eyes and caress your cheek, admiring your features. Your skin was a little more faded than usual, and the circles under your eyes were darker, but hopefully this holiday would help you restore your energies. When you didn't wake up from his touches, he thought it was best to leave you to rest, getting up and tucking you further in, putting on a t-shirt and heading dowstairs to meet his family.

"Bonjour, dear, did you sleep well?", his mother greeted him, kissing his cheek as he poured himself a glass of water, "bonjour, yes, I did, and it seems Y/N is sleeping quite well, too. She's still in deep sleep", he noted, seeing his father arrive in the room.

"Bonjour everyone, I have fresh pastries and bread!", Jean announced, setting the paper bags on the table, "I have Y/N's favourites too, they were nearly running out but I managed to grab a few", he said, looking around for you, "she's still asleep. Although I'm not sure dreamland wins over these croissants", Pierre said, taking one straight from the bag and biting into it.

By now, Pierre started to get worried. Everytime he went upstairs to check on you, you were still sound asleep and not a sign that you'd wake up soon. "Is she coming down? I can warm up some of the croissants", Jean commented when his son came back, "thank you, but no need. She's still sleeping", Pierre murmured, sitting in the sofa next to his mother, "she must've been exhausted", she reasoned, "every time I called either of you, you were either about to fly somewhere or needing to be at some event, I even interrupted her a few times while she was working and you were off somewhere", she reasoned, "it wasn't easy on her, that's for sure".

The words resonated on Pierre's mind. It had been a couple of busy weeks, even he felt it. Travelling around so he could engage with the new team he was part of was as incredible as it was tiring, and having you there was the safe haven he needed whenever he felt a little lost. But had you been taking care of yourself for all of that time too? Was he the person you turned to when you needed to feel safe too?

About an hour and a half later, you woke up, cursing yourself as soon as you looked at the clock and scrambled out of bed so make yourself look presentable. Deciding that, for now, leggings and an oversized shirt would have to do, you made your way downstairs to greet everyone, "Good morning! I'm so sorry I overslept, I swear I didn't do it on purpose!", you apologised, seeing Pierre make his way to you so he could hug you a kiss your cheek, "hey, is everything alright?", he asked, holding your hand in his and pulling you to sit by the table, seeing his parents get started on what you figured was already lunch, "yes, I'm good. Let me help with that, please, Pascale. It's the least-", you attempted before being shushed by her.

"No need for that, chérie. But we do want to talk about how you are", she said softly, "you had us worried for a bit, I kept telling Pierre to check if you had a fever or something like that", she tried, knowing that you had already noticed where she was going.

Sighing, you placed your hands on top of the table fiddling wirh your fingers, "honestly? I feel a little rested, but not fully rested", you admitted, "it's been a lot these past couple of weeks. Work has been non stop, I have been covering some of my colleagues' vacation days, I feel like I'll need a few days to unwind even. The first thing I thought about when I woke up was that I was late for a meeting such is the habit to be in a squeeze of time", you gulped, "it has been a struggle, and I'm just grateful to finally have some down and off time", you finished, squeezing Pascale's hand that found yours on the cold surface.

"I know you don't need me to tell you this, but you need to take care of yourself, Y/N! You can't go around the day and sleep so little, we saw how busy you were!", she scolded still softly, meaning no harm and rather wanting to help you and make sure you took care of yourself and your well-being. "These days you're here, you're catching up on your sleep, eating good food, having some down time and taking care of yourself, I won't allow anything else under my roof!", Jean jokingly threatened, pointing his finger at you before smiling.

Pierre was looking like you expected him to. "Hey, no guilty frown, please!", you tapped your boyfriend's forehead, hoping to soften his expression, "you had your own things to worry about, and besides, it's also my doing because I didn't want to say anything", you admitted. "But still! I saw you were getting up earlier so you could meet me later, saw that you'd have quick lunches and how you felt more tired. I thought it was all jet lag and being busy, but it was more than that", he reasoned, tracing shapes on your hands, "it's all behind us now, okay?", you reassured, nuzzling your face in his neck when he pulled you into his embrace.

"Now, how about you two go enjoy some croissants outside? Despite the cold, it is a lovely sunny day outside. Just make sure you're warm enough, okay? I don't want anyone sick in this house!", Pascale announced, placing the food tray in the oven.

#pierre gasly imagine #pierre gasly × reader #pierre gasly fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #pierre gasly fluff

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angelsanarchy · 2 months

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Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 33

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27 @shroomje

Y/n called the shop six times without anyone answering the phone. That was unusal so she decided to break the rules and go down there to check on Oystein. As she entered the shop, Faust was coming out and handed her the keys.

"He's downstairs..." He left without saying anything else so she walked in and locked the door behind herself just to prevent any unwelcome visitors. The place was a wreck. There were boxes everywhere and trash all over the floor. She walked over it and down the steps to find Oystein sitting with his head in his hands.

When he looked up, he looked defeated.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Oystein asked confused at her presence. She walked over and sat across from him.

"No one was picking the phone up. I was worried about you." She gave his knee a squeeze and he nodded.

"Sorry, it's been...hectic." He let out a sigh. Y/n frowned at him.

"What's going on baby?" Y/n asked concerned. He held up a piece of paper and she took it.

"We got shut down. We have until Friday morning to clear out of the space." He pinched the bridge of his nose as she read through the eviction notice. They were citing violence in the neighborhood and Helvete was no more.

"We can find another space with better foot traffic, away from residentials." Y/n shook her head trying to assure him this wasn't the end of the world.

"Varg sent a letter retracting his recordings for the new album which means we have nothing tracked and are back to square one." He tossed another piece of paper on the table with disgust.

"He's not the only guy around who can play-" Before Y/n can even finish her thought, Oystein interrupts.

"He's also telling everyone that he wants to kill me so there's that. You honestly shouldn't even be here on the chance he actually decides to do a two for one hit." Oystein gritted his teeth pushing up from his seat and looking what was left of the Black Circle.

"I should just let him." He growled out before tearing things off the wall, kicking over old burnt out candles and tear posters and flags down. Y/n stepped out of his way and let him get his aggression out before he cut his hand on one of those stupid swords they had propped in a corner. He cursed aloud and shook his bloody hand out before Y/n reached out to take his hand and see how bad it was.

"It's fine." He brushed her off but she persisted.

"It's not fine, let me see-"

"IT'S ABOUT AS FUCKED AS THE REST OF MY LIFE OKAY?! WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO? PUT A FUCKING BANDAID ON IT?! MAKE IT ALL BETTER?!" Oystein shouted at Y/n and she steeled herself. She let him finish his tantrum before nodded her head.

"I came here because I was worried about you, not to eat shit." Y/n reminded but he shook his head.

"Yeah well you know where the door is." He gestured and she didn't hesitate to walk towards it. Oystein lasted about 2.5 seconds before he chased after her.

"Wait wait wait, I'm sorry. I'm sorry okay. I didn't mean to take it out on you. None of this...none of it is your fault." He wrapped his arms around her and she turned around in his arms to look at him.

"Don't go." Oystein's tone had changed drastically. Y/n took his cut hand and sat him back down in the black circle so she could get a first aid kit. She made him keep one in his office after Faust accidentally stabbed himself in the leg while opening boxes. She sat down opposite him and started cleaning the wound.

"I know this shit is awful. I know you work really hard at putting a record together and trying to keep this place from being tanked by the neighbors complaints but sometimes everything goes up in flames and you have to start over." Y/n explained watching him wince.

"What if I start again and Varg decides to turn us all in for the church fires? What's the point of even trying to see a bright side of this?" Oystein asked through gritted teeth.

"Then we fight like hell to get you out of that mess. We can't just sit around and wait for Varg to strike again. Fuck him. Let him start his own fucking label. He's a fanboy who thinks he's got the blueprint but we both know what kind of bitch baby he is. He'll never be half of the man you are, let alone half the talent." Y/n wasn't looking at Oystein so when she did meet his gaze, he was staring at her with a smile.

"What?" She asked confused.

"If I wasn't a musician, if I didn't have any of this...you would still be here." Oystein said and Y/n laughed.

"Was that a question?" She asked and he nodded his head leaning towards her.

"No...I just...If I decided to give all this up, cut my hair off and go into finance or some shit, you would still love me...it's just, wild." Y/n put her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his.

"Of course I would still love you. I loved you before you started dying your hair and terrorizing your neighbors. I would be sad to see you give up your passion though. I know how much the music means to you." She took his bandaged hand in her hands and he shakes his head.

"As long as I have you, I think I'd be okay." He admits.

"How about instead of giving up everything, we start creating new dreams. The album being the number one priority. We do a huge search to replace Christian and once the album is done, we look into new real estate for Helvete to start over? You've got to focus on what you love Oystein." Oystein kissed her softly and she groaned against his lips.

"I love you so fucking much. Thank you for believing in me." She smiled back at him.

"I'll box things upstairs but I'm not cleaning up this disgusting wannabe Nazi circle jerk bomb shelter." She patted his knee and he chuckled.

"Sounds good." The two of them boxed up what was left of the record shop into a box truck, loaded leftovers in both of their cars and took one last look at it.

"We're gonna find it a new home. Hell is wherever you want it to be." Y/n teased with her arm around Oystein's waist. He smirked and shook his head. Letting go of Helvete was hard but having Y/n made it a lot more bearable knowing that whatever was to happen in the future, she would be right there with him.

#r!euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/N #FIlms: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #Alkaline Series #One Shot Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #I can't believe there's one last update.#AHHHHH

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bangchanbabygurl · 7 days

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13: Distances Between Us {Pomegranates & Tulips}

Genre: Angst/Romance/BDSM/Smut/slightly introverted reader/ college reader/Surgeon Wonwoo/ book lover reader/cat lovers/DOM Wonwoo

Warnings: Explicit language/mention of domestic violence/mention of violence/alcohol abuse/mention of death/stalker/mentions of blood/drug abuse/smut scenes/dark mature themes/triggering scenes/traumatic experiences/mention of self-harm/mentions of eating disorders/mentions of SA

Word count: 1,496

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I chew lightly on my straw while waiting patiently; Seungkwan sent me text messages this morning about wanting to talk about something important. A small sigh escapes my lips as I look down at my phone; where is he? Fifteen minutes passed already.

I look out the window, hoping to glimpse his Honda Civic; I open the chat and start typing three questions. Where are you? Are you on your way? What's so important that you have to speak in person? I let another sigh pass my lips and lean back into the chair; crossing my arms, I exhale softly and sit up straight. If he doesn't show up in ten minutes, I'll leave.

The cafe was getting a bit busier the minute lunch hour hit; my knee bounced out of anxiety. I fiddle with the sleeves of my cardigan; I can't sit still when I feel uncomfortable in crowded places. I bite my lip and look at the time; I groan quietly as I rest my head on the table. Maybe Mingyu has him held hostage with his undeceive mind? Perhaps he's stuck in traffic, or maybe he was caught up with something or someone else. I turn my head to stare out the window as the snow covers the sidewalks and benches, my first time seeing snow...it feels peaceful watching it snow.

A light knock on the table had me lift my head, "Ooh, I thought it was Seungkwan." I said with a small smile. "Ah, so you're the one he was supposed to meet up with...aish Mingyu has him working double today," Chan says with a smile as he sits. Lee Chan, everyone knows him. He's the face of Kim's Winery and Ero's Fantasies, the most prominent company run by Seungcheol. I'm pretty surprised Chan is the face of Ero's Fantasies, "That explains why he hasn't answered my texts or calls." I said with a smile and let a sigh escape. Chan takes the empty before me, "You know you seem different today." He says with a smile.

I look at him, confused. "Different? How?" I asked. Chan crosses his arms and bites his lip. "You seem chatty...if that makes sense." He says I let out a small giggle, "Chatty? Me? That's new." I said. Chan smiles and chuckles, "It is, and it's a good thing. Most of the time, you avoid conversations with me." He says, tilting his head lightly. "Why?" He asks. I bite my lip and look at my half-empty cup. "Well, I don't like talking about the past; most people tend to jump on that topic when meeting new people," I said. Chan nodded and looked at the table. "I suppose it's a valid reason. I understand," He says I smile.

"Well, I should get going since Seungkwan is stuck with Mingyu in the office. It was nice chatting with you," I said, looking at Chan as I got up, "Oh, let me drive you home. It's snowing and freezing for you to walk." Chan says with a smile as he gets up. I bite my lip and look out the window; the snow looks soft and fluffy. I want to enjoy the snow before the new year; I look at Chan. "I appreciate your offer, Chan, but it's my first time seeing snow, and I want to take this opportunity to enjoy it by myself," I said, grabbing my bag off the chair. Chan had a surprised look. "Really? Of course, I understand," he says; I smile.

"Wait..." He says before I could take my leave, Chan removes the navy blue wool scarf from his neck. "Oh no, it's fine, you need it," I said; Chan chuckles and shakes his head. "Ani, gwenchana. Besides, I have hand warmers," He says as he wraps it gently and neatly around my neck. I look at him with curiosity. "T...thank you," I said; Chan smiled and patted my head. "See you around." He says before leaving the cafe. With curiosity running through me, I watch him go.

He's strange...in a good way, he's reserved yet caring for those around him. I bite my lip and leave the cafe; a soft sigh leaves my lips.

The snow crunches softly under my feet as I walk through the park; it's a bit crowded today. I suppose many people come to the park during the winter to play in the snow; I tuck my hands into my coat pocket, feeling cold. Maybe wearing shorts during the winter wasn't the best idea; I looked up from the snow to see kids running and rolling around in the snow. I smile faintly as I watch them as they scream and laugh.

I grip my coat tightly as I continue to stroll around. I didn't expect it to be this cold during winter, "Eomma, can I have a puppy for Christmas?" a little girl asked her mother as she pointed at a golden retriever walking by with its owner. "Let me talk to your appa," the mother says as they get up from the bench. I bite my lip and tuck my coat under as I sit on the bench. I see the black see-through stocking getting soaked with the snowflakes falling, shivers running down my spine. I fix the rolled-up ends of the black denim shorts, tucking the shirt into the shorts.

A sigh escapes my lips as I watch people walk past me. Christmas is next week, and I haven't done Eunseo's or Hansol's gift shopping. And then there's Seungkwan and Soonyoung; why is it difficult to shop for gifts? I begin to shiver from the cold; I hug myself. I'm not wearing proper clothing for snow; I forgot to wear a long sleeve under my top. I get up from the bench, feeling myself shiver non-stop.

I turn right to continue my walk, and I halt. My breath hitched as we made eye contact; Wonwoo stood ten feet away. I chew on the inside of my cheek; he's wearing a black tux under a dark grey coat. His hair was slightly pushed back, revealing his full features; he wasn't wearing his glasses. I tilt my head lightly; he looks like he has walked out of a fancy dinner.

My heart beats faster as he walks over; I watch him taking cautious steps. I stopped fidgeting and stood in place, our eyes never breaking eye contact. I hiccup softly as I realize he's closing the distance between us; six feet turned into four. And then it became one foot; I looked up at him. His breathing was ragged and unsteady; his brown orbs were filled with anger and anguish.

I froze as he wrapped his arms around me; I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was beating like crazy, adrenaline? His breathing becomes steady and calm; his tensed-up muscles relax, going limp. I could hear small sniffles escape from him; I felt my heart ache upon hearing him. I wrap my arms around his torso, comfort...he's seeking comfort.

His warmth kept me from the cold, and my grip on him became slightly tight. "I'm sorry...I just—I saw you and needed your comfort." He whispers; I bite my lip. "It's okay..." I whisper; I open my eyes, feeling him pulling away. "Are you okay though?" I asked; he smiled faintly and nodded. "Yeah," He says, but looking into his eyes, he says otherwise. I drop the subject and nod, "I didn't mean to take your time by surprise; I just didn't know what to do with these overwhelming emotions." He says. I shake my head, "It's okay; it benefited the both of us anyway." I said.

Wonwoo tilts his head, "Really?" he asked. I smiled and nodded, "I was freezing from the cold," I said. He chuckles and smiles. I bite my lip and look at the laces of my boots, "Well, you aren't wearing warm clothes," He says. I chuckle, "Yeah, I underestimated the weather today." I said. Wonwoo laughs lightly, "Here," He says, pulling a pocket hand warmer from his coat. His touch was soft against my hand; it felt like specks of electricity flowing as we touched.

"Thank you," I said with a smile as I held it with both hands trying to keep warm. "You look nice," I said; looking at the black tie and neat hair, he shied away. "Yeah, it was an important breakfast meeting sort of thing." He says, I nodded. "I'm heading to the bookstore...you're welcome to join me if you want," I said, knowing he still needed comfort. Wonwoo smirks, "Buying me ramen?" He asked. I laugh lightly, "I can," I say. He smiles and nods, "Well then, I'll be honored to join you." He says. I smile at his playfulness.

What has you feeling overwhelmed? Why do you close the distances between us when you'll end up stepping back again?

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guiraguira · 10 months

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Hi, I hope you're having an amazing day, dear <3 Stay hydrated too! ^^

If you can do it, I would like some platonic MTC hcs with a f!s/o that is older than them (she's like 40-45y) and have a 'mother-son type' relationship with them!

I have this sweet and caring neighbor that is always worrying about me, my brother, pretty much everyone else, haha. Her husband died when they were a young couple, so she couldn't have kids. Because of that, she brings this warm and motherly feeling to everyone <3

I just thought that it would be very cute and wholesome to see our 'Yokohama badboys' melting with this kind of attention, haha.

Like mom ✨

Hello honey!❤️❤️ I hope you are well too! I promise to hydrate 🤭

Ohhh! There is a lot of potential here! I'm going to do some small individual ones and then a group one! But I think this could have more parts.

I am very sorry for your neighbor, there are really people that life does not smile at but they look for a way to bring warmth anyway. The kind of people you have to protect at any cost ❤️

Warnings: none!

Mad trigger crew x fem reader!

Samatoki

° If you find him walking down the street and he's around! the sidewalk across the street and you wave to him to let him know that you're going to cross, he doesn't know how to react, are you really going to cross just to talk to him? He prepares himself mentally for whatever you're going to say to him, fearing it's something bad, but when you only ask about his day and invite him to come by your store for coffee, his back involuntarily hunches as if his heart weighed heavily on his chest.

° The next time something similar happens, he freezes on the spot again, but then he develops a sixth sense to cross before you, obviously respecting the traffic rules. Never again in his life will he cross a green light in front of you, he still remembers how you got scared thinking he would have an accident.

° When he makes his rounds he makes sure to get to your store alone, he is very embarrassed when you wait for him with some sweet as a thank you for being so attentive and he doesn't want anyone else to know about it. "Toki, are you always alone? You can come more often if you want, you know there's a place reserved for good guys in my store" you said, ruffling his hair "I'm not a boy, and I'm not alone" he averts his gaze and accommodates his hair as best he can, he doesn't want them to see this part of him either.

° if it's a bit cold you can't allow him to walk like that "Samatoki! It's a bit windy today, you can't just walk like that!" You button up his shirt to cover his torso "s/o, that's fine… I'm not cold" maybe he is a bit cold, but he won't admit it "You're freezing! Don't think that because you're young you won't leave to get sick" you rub his arms up and down to give him some warmth without listening to his complaints.

Jyuto

° You have no consideration for him, cheekily greeting him when he is with his patrol partner, asking if he already had lunch because of what time of day it was and if he answers "no" he is forced to accept any snack you offer them, since obviously he is not you will give something not only to Jyuto but to his partner as well.

° When you find him first thing in the morning you can't help but adjust his hair "s/o, I can do it myself" but despite that he bends over for you to do it "I know, I know…oh, your glasses are a little dirty" and you take them off to clean them "I can do that too" but he keeps waiting for you to finish "I know that too… but it was only for a second" you say putting his glasses back on and looking if there's anything more than you can do for him. You have no idea the effect he has on his day, he is deeply touched by your kindness and maybe he will treat everyone a little better.

° Every time news of an arrest in Yokohama comes out, you ask him if he participated and if he's okay if he did. Most of the time he would rather lie to you if he was involved because he doesn't want to worry you, but he also doesn't want to lie to you and seem like he never does anything. So he simply says that he's fine, even if he's hurt a little.

° He still remembers with shame the time that to celebrate his birthday you brought a cake to his workplace and far from making fun of him, a part of the police department began to sing him happy birthday. Despite this, he was very moved by the gesture, he had not celebrated it for years.

Rio

° If the forecast says it's going to rain, your first reaction is to think of him sleeping in his camp, hoping he won't get wet "You can come if you want, what will you do if the water passes through your tent?" No matter how much you offer him to sleep in your bridge or even prepare a more comfortable bed for him, he refuses "I'm used to the rain, it's okay" he tries to convince you that nothing will happen to him, although more than once you were so insistent that you managed to let the rain pass in your house.

° You usually tell him the offers that are in the market, in case he needs something for his exotic food. He will cook something for you in gratitude, he knows that your palate is more delicate, so try very carefully to prepare something that you like, it may end up having a horrible taste, but he put all his heart into that dish "it really is a flavor different Rio, is very tasty" the satisfied smile on his face is adorned with a slight blush if you ask him for another dish.

° It is difficult for him to go against you, you always speak to him in a tone that leaves no room for doubt, but without being authoritative, so if you tell him to stay still while you clean a couple of superficial wounds, he will do it without hesitation and also I'll thank you with a bit of shame when you're done.

° You constantly compliment how strong he is, so he offers to do whatever strength you need to do. If you clap for him after he helps you he usually does those bodybuilding poses just to make you laugh.

Generals

° When you discover that they are a rap group, you tell them that you will go see them in their next battle to support them but none of the three want you there, they know that they use bad words and that they behave differently than they always do with you. If you accidentally listen to one of his songs they will do everything possible to make you forget that you did it, mainly Jyuto he knows the phrases he says.

° During the holidays you usually give them things to match, last Christmas they were hand-knitted blue scarves. Rio is the most sensitive with your gifts, he will wear it with pride until the weather allows it, he doesn't want it to get ruined so he tries to wash it more carefully. Jyuto and Samatoki are more embarrassing, they will use them very little but they keep them with love.

° Occasionally they stop by your home just to check that you're okay, sometimes they don't agree and all three end up arriving at the same time. "Did you guys come to see me? Ohhhhh how cute they are!" Embracing them to the same time, they invent a thousand excuses to make it seem like it was something casual. "So they won't pass?" They automatically walk through your door and sit around your table, guilt would consume them if they said no.

° It happens infrequently but they are so comfortable with you that sometimes they fall asleep without realizing it and wake up warm with a blanket over their body. It also happens in your store, which is why there is a blanket always available. In the event that it is hot, they wake up knowing that there is an ice cream waiting for them.

° If they are helping you with a task, you call them "son" without realizing it, the first time it happened was with Jyuto and he was so disconcerted that he was slow to react, at some point he thought if he should call you mom in that case. Samatoki wasn't so lucky, he blushed up to his ears but carried on as if it were a matter of course. Rio is just happy that you call him that.

° If either of them has a slightly different face you know right away "Honey, did something happen?" And that question is all they need to open up to you. Sometimes they just want you to listen to them for a while, after each talk you usually ruffle their hair and place a kiss on the crown of their heads, as if it were a ritual to scare away their problems.

° When you celebrate their small achievements you really touch their hearts, they want to be better people just to see you smile. They don't care at all that you treat them like children, they finally found something that brings them peace.

° They do not know if they are the only ones you take care of in this way, but they enjoy every attention you give them, so they use every opportunity they have to return the love with actions, they can be small gifts, do the shopping for you, bring you something candy or help in your store. This all escalates on your birthday when they practically greet you with breakfast in bed and if you don't put a brake on them they are able to see you through until bedtime.

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pbandjesse · 2 months

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I just took a shower but this is the first time I have sat down since I've gotten home. Today was a really long day and it did not help that it started with an hour commute to camp. That was not fun. And I'm going to try to wake up a little earlier and try to avoid that traffic because the extra 15 minutes sleep is not worth the extra half an hour of a drive.

I did sleep pretty well last night. I woke up at one point and I didn't startle awake this time. I woke up saw that was before my alarm and was like I could sleep until 7:15. This was a mistake. I got dressed and didn't like the original outfit so I switched took a couple extra minutes to get ready. Gave James a hug and kiss goodbye and headed out.

When I got in the car I saw that my commute was going to be 42 minutes. Which is just a little bit longer than I would like it to be but it's fine. But then I was like at closer to 83 it's tickling up. And I go from 8:11 eta 2 and 8:20 and then 8:25 and it says there's a crash coming up and I see not far away that there are two cars stopped on the side of the road so I was like oh that's where it is we'll get past no big deal. Nope.

That was just accident number one. Because on my drive I saw three separate accidents. The one that the GPS was telling me about was the one where two cars literally had their entire fronts smashed in. If there was ambulances or anything they had already moved on by the time I passed it. But it took me 30 minutes to move 4 mi. It was horrible. And then after I get past the beltway and back on to 83 I see a car is flipped over! Thankfully it looks like everyone was just standing around but the cops in the ambulance weren't even there yet. So that was quite a sight. And by the time I got to work it was 8:35. I had left 1 hour before that. I was not thrilled.

Once I got inside everything was fine. I had eaten my bagel while I was driving because I had been sitting still for so long and just crawling along. But when I got to camp I was really excited to see that the dead possum from yesterday had attracted 10 turkey vultures. I don't know if you know this but turkey vultures mate for life and it was so neat to see all of them. Especially later in the morning when they all opened up their wings and were sending themselves. It's a really interesting thing to see especially cuz they're such a large bird.

I would be alone for a while though. Nobody seemed like they were in a rush to come in. I worked on some stuff on the computer. Things we had worked on yesterday. I did not feel like going for a walk or anything so I just waited and did what I could do.

I did look through the emails and I saw that we had someone asking about applying for a job but they had clearly used like a template or chat GPT because they had left in brackets where they were supposed to put their special skills and it just said [insert special skills here] And we all had a good laugh over that. Not saying we still won't reach out to the kid but you should read your things before you send them for sure. It already had pretty strong chat GBT language. So we all know when you use it. I use it all the time now but I still only use it as a base and edit off of it so it doesn't sound so robotic. And it makes sense for what I actually need it for.

Started coming in it was nice to just chat. Me and Sarah talked about how bad the commute was today. Elizabeth said that her GPS just had her avoid the highway completely. I don't know what it was about today but everybody was driving so bad. I forgot to say this but after the car that flipped over someone tailgated me so bad scared the hell out of me. Coming up so fast behind me and then tailgating me and then getting around me and break checking me immediately. Was very upsetting. So I was telling Sarah about that and we were just hanging out until there was something else to do.

I did some work on the schedule and some research and answered some emails and reached out to some people for Alexi. But I also decided that I was going to do something today. I was going to start something today. That I said for a very long time I would never do. And that is read the supernatural fanfiction " twist and shout". Seeing that in the wild has given me chills before. Because all I know about it is that is the saddest fanfiction in the phantom. And I have been avoiding it since it was published in 2012. But I decided that it is finally time that I read this 265 page story.

And so far it's great. I can see why it's popular. Even though it's very very lemony at least in the beginning. I'm assuming for the rest of it as well but we'll see how it goes. And I read that over my break and ate my nachos and then in the afternoon I would work on some stuff for Heather and do a bunch of research into portable cabins and rentals for those. Which was very difficult because when you try to Google that it's just you going somewhere to rent a cabin not the cabin coming to you. And the afternoon actually went pretty quickly. I went up to the arts and crafts building at one point and late in the hammock for a few minutes. I scheduled a call with Parker to discuss my workshop tomorrow and some other things. And I decided that since James was doing extend hours tonight I would go to Five guys for dinner and then go to the thrift store.

So around 3:45 I got up chatted with Alexei about tomorrow with the consultant. Gave Elizabeth one of my last chocolate covered pretzels because she said she was so hungry. And then I left.

I went to the Five guys about 20 minutes from camp. And I was the only one in that shopping center. It was very weird. I guess it's just a funny time of day but I was very alone. And the staff was nice and my food was good. I did forget my headphones in the car so I just scrolled on my phone while I ate. And enjoyed the sun on my back. And then I went down the road to go to the Goodwill.

I am trying not to buy too much stuff before all of the stuff that we already own is put away. But I wanted to look around. I ended up getting a book and a new shower caddy because ours is very small. And this one is much better. And because I had some reward dollars the whole thing was $3. Book and shower caddy. And I just enjoyed walking around. I always do.

I was very much ready to go home. The traffic was still bad and it would still take a half an hour when it should have taken 20 minutes but it was fine. And I got back here right before 5:30.

And I spent the evening working on hanging stuff. I had decided last night that the daybed cannot be in the studio. I wanted it to work but it doesn't. So we're going to move it up to the little room and have that be like a library sitting room guest room situation. And so I cleared off the top of that and I took two of the drawers out and I obviously cannot move the entire bed up the stairs myself. So I just got it ready for one we would try to move that later. And then I worked on sorting all of our art and choosing some pieces for different rooms and hanging stuff. And then I started tackling the studio putting stuff away trying to decide where some stuff is going. I still have a whole another shelf coming so it's not like I don't have more space but it was nice to get some stuff put away. And then I started hanging some of my shelves on the wall and I'm not entirely sure what's going to go where yet so I didn't put a lot of things on the shelves. But I started laying out a lot of my stuff. Kind of recreating the studio at the apartment a little bit on that wall. And I'm really happy with it so far. I will be very pleased when I can actually work in that space.

I seriously was just go go for hours though and around 8:30 I finally got to a point where I couldn't do much more. I had watched a couple true crime docs in that time and just hung out with sweet pea and texted James and Jess. And eventually I was just like it's time for me to take a shower.

So I washed my hair. It is still tough to acclimate to how cold that water can be. It does get to a reasonable warmth but it takes a minute. And I hate to waste the water so I'm not waiting for it to get warm necessarily. But at least I am clean. And James will be home soon. So I am going to say good night. I hope that you all sleep great tonight and have a lovely day tomorrow. I have a workshop tomorrow and it's going to be small but I'm still looking forward to it. I had spoken to Parker on my drive home and I am excited to continue to work with them even if my classes don't always sell out at this one. That's okay. I hope you guys all sleep great tonight and have a wonderful day tomorrow. Until next time.

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takadokii · 2 months

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chapter three ‧₊.࿐ bittersweet mortal cravings / words of wisdom

summary After kissing your best friend, things change in ways you didn't expect, and you can't help but wonder whether you've gained clarity or more confusion about your feelings in the end! Confiding in Satoru turns out to be more helpful than expected, and he offers you some words of wisdom! warnings slightly suggestive scene, swearing, a bit of angst, satoru is losing his shit (twice) word count 6.5k songs pluto projector rex orange county, everyone adores you (at least i do) matt maltese, we might even be falling in love victoria monét

"when you say my name, nothing's changed, i'm still a boy inside my thoughts"

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Satoru awakens to the sound of his phone ringing and a familiar weight dropping down on his lap.

Peeking one eye open, he's met with a heavenly sight; you, wearing one of his older jerseys and tilting your head, leaning forward to nuzzle your nose into his.

"Mornin', baby," he grins groggily, doing his best to stay awake just to admire how stunning you look in the sunrise today.

"Good morning, dummy."

You can't help but return the lovestruck smile, finally leaning in for a chaste but much-awaited kiss, the phone still ringing, discarded on your empty side of the bed.

Delicate hands find themselves trailing up your waist, and Satoru attempts to pull you even further into him, but you push yourself off, knowing you wouldn't make it out of bed til the afternoon if you gave in to him now.

Your fingers trace along the soft skin of his pecs, warming under your touch.

"Suguru's still calling, y'know?"

Satoru ignores your remark, instead chases after your lips again and with a tentative lick against the plush flesh, you open your mouth gladly for another few minutes of bliss.

"Mm, he'll call again if it's important," he muffles into the skin along the edge of your jaw, slowly trailing down.

You giggle as his teeth graze your collarbone. "He's already called two times, though!"

Giving him one last parting kiss, much to Satoru's dismay, you slip off his lap and return to the kitchen, giving him some space to talk with your friend.

His head falls back against the pillow, close-eyed and with a lopsided grin, he sighs before reaching for his phone.

"Hey, man."

He sits up on the edge of the bed in one swift motion, stretching his back with a yawn.

"Gods, you sleep long," Suguru complains from the other end, and Satoru just giggles at the traffic he can hear in the background of his scolding.

"You're just jealous I get to sleep in," Satoru's feet slap lazily against the floor as he drags himself to find you again, having no shame in the fact that he can't even spend half a minute without your warmth.

"Of course I am," Suguru grumbles, "anyway...Coach asked if you're ready for the game tonight or if your knee is still-"

"My knee is just fine! Yaga always worries too much."

Leaning over the kitchen counter, a grin audible in his tone as you offer him a washed blueberry and smile as his teeth graze your fingertips when he bites into it.

Satoru hates to see it falter slightly after hearing his words, turning away a little to continue mixing the rest of the berries into the batter.

"Anyways, I'll see you later. Have fun at the office, Suguru~!"

"I hate you so much. See ya."

Suguru hangs up on him, and Satoru doesn't waste another second, throwing his phone mindlessly on the counter before walking over to you and snaking his hand around your waist, peppering your face with more good morning kisses.

"You worried, baby?" He utters into your skin, and you can hear that he feels terrible about it, which only makes you worry even more.

You hum dismissively in response. The two of you had this conversation a million times already, and by now, you knew better than to even suggest stopping Satoru from doing what he loves.

"You don't have to worry, baby. I'm the best! And they need their captain, hm? Or else these idiots wouldn't get anything done."

You hate that he thinks like this, that he always accepts all the unrealistic expectations set for him, never once asking for help, consistently making sure to do his job and more. Yet still, you can't help but think that it is one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him in the first place.

"I know. I can't help that I'm worried," you shrug and turn to face him again. He looks so pretty you almost forget what you were frustrated about for a moment, his hair still dishevelled and his eyes half-lidded, shirtless and focusing on nothing but you, as always.

The look you give him is soft and pleading, despite knowing better, asking him silently to stay with you tonight.

"Nothing can hurt me when you're around, m'kay?" He presses a kiss onto your lips with such gentle force it tells you, 'I love you endlessly, but I can't do what you're so desperately asking me to.' And it stings a bit.

Nonetheless, you two make out in the kitchen for what feels like an eternity until your lips are so swollen you forget he's leaving for a moment. As his hands rub mindless patterns into your waist, you pull away breathlessly and grin against him.

"Mm, couldn't you be a basketball player? It's hot in a long sleeve this time of year," you complain, pulling at the fabric to cool yourself down.

"You look very hot indeed," Satoru muses, pulling you back into him for another kiss.

"Besides, then you'd always complain about being cold any other season, huh?"

Slowly, he lets his fingers trail down to your hips, and a sneaking suspicion confirms itself when his hands find nothing but the material of his jersey separating his hands from your skin.

You turn off the stove, shaking your head at his antics before dragging him towards the empty counter by the hem of his sweatpants.

"But I still have you to keep me warm..."

He lifts you up and sighs dreamily into the next kiss as you pull him closer with your legs.

"... don't I?"

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10th August 2006

Suguru hadn't spoken to you since that night.

He was gone by the time you woke up, which was embarrassingly late in the afternoon, and you could only recall vague fragments of the evening, memories hazy and blurred. Though as your fingers came up to brush against your lips almost instinctively, you remembered the way his felt against yours perfectly, as though you could sense him kissing you all over again.

You've texted him loads since then but were met with short, polite, but uninterested answers that clearly indicated he was not ready to talk to you.

The radio silence was driving you wild over the weekend and the only thing on your mind on every mission. So desperate to clear things up with him, you found yourself standing in front of his door, fist clenching and unclenching as you paced around, hoping to find the courage to knock for the past half hour.

You went over the words you were going to say one more time, but your inner monologue was interrupted when the door suddenly swung open.

Suguru's mother stares up at you with big eyes and a warm smile before grasping both of your hands into hers and pulling you inside.

"Kazuha! What a pleasure, I haven't seen you in ages! You've grown so much, honey," she grins and gives you a hug so tight you fear your ribs cracking any moment now.

"You look sickly. Have you not been eating well? I've just made a big batch of food for Suguru's trip if you're-"

"Trip?"

You don't mean to interrupt, but the words tumble out of your mouth before you have time to think, "Where is he going?"

She blinks up at you in surprise, and with a sympathetic frown, she reaches to rub circles into your arm.

"Oh, honey, I thought he told you already..."

"I'm going to Nikko. Hiking. To clear my mind," Suguru speaks up from the end of the hallway, and you wonder how long he had been standing there without saying a word.

"Oh." Is all you manage to answer, and the silence that falls upon the genkan is painful. So much so his mother excuses herself shortly after and gives the two of you some privacy.

He leads you into the living room, and you sit down a little farther away from him than you normally would. A show is running on the TV that Suguru had briefly mentioned to be his father's favourite, yet he seemed to be nowhere in sight, and the volume was turned so far down it was barely audible.

He acts nonchalant about everything, striking up a conversation as he would with you on any other day, asking you how Mizuha has been as if he hadn't ignored and avoided you the whole weekend.

"How long will you be gone for?" You can't help yourself but ask, feeling as though his trip was the least awkward, unaddressed topic in the room.

You felt a bit stupid for making such a big deal out of it now; going over the interactions you've shared over the weekend, you wonder if it was really just you being overly paranoid.

"Not that long, I think. Just a few days. I'll try to make it back in time for Mizu's birthday." And when he grins at you, it looks just as it always has.

"Good, she really wants you there, you know?" You smile as the tension finally seems to fade.

"And you?" he questions, so casually you can only manage to stutter out a few syllables before his mother cuts your conversation short, entering with a tray of treats.

"Is green tea fine, dear?" She beams, and you graciously take the cup from her hands, still somewhat flushed from her son's words.

After taking a seat across from you, she reaches out to Suguru's loose hair, who flinches back at her attempt, squinting his eyes in annoyance.

She falls back into the soft cushion of her chair with a defeated sigh before turning towards you with her tea cupped in between her hands.

"I've always told Suguru to grow out his hair, but I think he's just doing it now because he's lazy… Gods know the boy'd never do something I told him to!"

His hair was different today, half up with a few more strands than normally framing his face. You giggled along politely with his mother's words and would glance over at him every now and then.

She leans forward, "Can I?"

Her hand inches towards you in a way you've grown used to, and you meet her in the middle so she can curl a red strand around her finger.

"I haven't seen a colour this beautiful since I met Suguru's father. It's stunning. And healthy, too."

Your breath stocks at her words. You are glad that at least your hair has healed from your past, and as they pierce themselves through your heart, it aches so bittersweet, suddenly aware that it does, in fact, still beat.

"Have you ever tried dying it?" She tilts her head, and you can feel Suguru's concerned gaze piercing into your cheek.

"Uh…I used to, yeah. But it was no use. The dye never stayed in my hair for long," you smile politely, enjoying the burning sensation against your tongue as you take a sip of tea.

She nods along, deep in thought.

"Hmm, I can imagine, a colour like this must be hard to drown out…"

She trails off, and you feel your heart stop.

"Yeah. My mother used to say that as well."

At her mention, the room falls into silence again. A few months into meeting his mother, you had told her a bit about your upbringing, mainly because she seemed so concerned that you lived on your own.

She listened to you with tears in her eyes, apologising for getting so emotional. The both of you settled in the comfortable quiet that followed, and as her hand reached to stroke gentle circles along your fingers, she told you she always wanted a daughter with a smile that made your heart ache. That day, for the very first time, her fingers brushed through your hair with a gentleness you were unfamiliar with, the one of a loving mother.

"Have you been eating well, honey? You look a little pale." She presses the back of her palm against your forehead before softly caressing your cheek.

"I've not been sleeping well lately, but I'll manage," you attempt to reassure.

"Ah, yes, I remember Suguru mentioned he checked on you before the weekend, but I didn't know you were feeling this bad! You should have checked on her again," she slaps her son with a handkerchief across the chest.

"To be honest, he looked so flushed the next morning I thought he didn't want to tell me what happened for a whole other reason," she whispered with a smirk, and Suguru choked on his tea.

"Mom?!" He turns away to cough, a perfect cover to hide the growing blush on his face.

"Well, if you need anything, you can just call me! Or Suguru, or better yet, you should just come over. You know you're always welcome!"

"Yeah, okay, mom. I think I actually am ready to go now. My train leaves in half an hour. Kazuha, do you uh…" he gets up, uncharacteristically avoiding your eyes before he asks, "Do you want to walk with me, maybe?"

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The walk to the trainstation is familiar and comfortable. You help him with one of the smaller backpacks and chat about the many pictures Shoko has been sending from her holiday in Bali, the upcoming semester and his trip.

You fidget a little, and Suguru thinks he has never seen you so skittish as you tell him to call when something is wrong or if he just feels like talking. The thought you were still so obviously thinking about the kiss was making a bit of pride swell in his chest, but he tried to hold himself back from wishful thinking, knowing how badly it would hurt in the end.

"I forgot some jacket at your place, by the way."

"I'll give it to you the next time we see each other," you smile, and he knows you're trying to say, 'You better not avoid me when you come back'.

His train's arrival is announced throughout the station, and he gives you a pitiful look as he watches you fumble, so unsure whether you can embrace him in a hug or not.

He interrupts your mental dilemma by draping his much larger arms around your form, and you drown in the familiar material of his oversized hoodie. Melting into the feeling and enjoying the brief moment of normality, squeezing him back just as tightly.

People were starting to get off the train behind you, and Suguru spoke, head still leaning onto the crown of your head.

"Kazuha, I'm sorry for what happened that night…you were so exhausted and tired, and I shouldn't have taken advantage of that."

You pull away in disbelief, unable to process how he could possibly think that this was somehow his fault.

"You didn't do that! I never thought of it like that, I promise. It was me who kissed you…and I'm sorry. I should have never…"

"So you regret it?" He says this so bluntly, with uncharacteristically hurried words slipping practically out of his mouth, that you're caught off guard.

"Well, I don't…I mean. I just don't think the timing was right, at the very least."

He lets the words linger in the air between you, squinting a little and thinking them over before he hears the last announcement to get onto the train before its departure.

Regaining his composure, he gives you one last unreadable look, his hand rubbing over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Well, my times up. I'll see you soon."

The train leaves, and you stand there for another good minute, watching it disappear and the next one already arriving. A weird feeling settles in your stomach as you're left to wonder whether you were dreading or anticipating his return.

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Missing Suguru increased as soon as you paced around in your home, halfway in your mission clothes with your phone pressed in between your ear and your shoulder as you scolded Yaga for not informing you that his sister would be away on a trip today, leaving you with no one left to babysit.

"Well, who do you want to watch Mizuha while I'm away, huh?!"

You complain, rummaging through your dresser in search of your other sock.

Yaga sighs, suddenly glad the only responsibility on his hand was a panda cub. "I don't know. What about your freeloader loverboy?"

You roll your eyes, and Yaga can sense it even through the speaker.

"Are you even allowed to talk about a student like that…? And he's not my loverboy! Besides, Suguru isn't even here... Just- just give me a minute. I still have someone I could call…"

You hang up on Yaga's empty threat to drive off without you and open your window to send him an angry look while dialling the only other person that came to mind.

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Satoru wakes to the sound of his phone ringing and an empty bed.

His eyes blinked open dreamily until he groaned at the tragic reality of his cold bed and the fact someone had dared to interrupt the perfectly good dream he was having.

Reaching for his phone, he pulls it from the charger harshly, flipping it open to see who was about to get an earful of-

His mind goes blank, rubbing his eyes just to make sure he sees correctly before hastily answering, hoping some of the raspiness in his voice still remains.

"What's got you thinking about me this early in the morning, Kazuuu?" He draws your name out, and he's met with a brief moment of silence before you reply.

"...what do you mean 'this early in the morning'? It's two in the afternoon."

He pauses, pulling the phone from his ear to look at the clock, tauntingly blinking '2:47' back at him before trying to find an excuse.

"I- yeah, no, that's that I-"

"Did you seriously sleep til two in the afternoon?!" Your scolding pierces through the speaker, and he flinches away in pain.

His shameful silence speaks volumes.

"Whatever, let a man have a little nap, will you? What did you call me for anyway?" He sort of successfully manages to change the topic, and you sigh, deciding to let it go, considering you were about to ask him for a favour.

“I need you to babysit Mizuha. Please."

Satoru's mouth curves into a smile at your words, and he replies with as much honesty as he can, "Of course, you can bring her over and-"

"No! I…I won't have time. I was actually going to ask if you wanted to come over," you mutter, and he can practically see you playing with the ends of your hair as you say it.

"But I thought you didn't- I mean," he trails off, still a little confused. This was certainly not how he imagined your first invite into your home would sound, his heart pounding at the thought nonetheless.

"I know, but every other person I could ask left, and I'm in a hurry."

Satoru's heart was about to start aching at your dismissiveness when you softly added.

"...besides, I trust you."

His silence freaks you out, unable to see he had simply pushed his face further into his pillow, nose deep in an attempt to cool the blush and actually kicking his feet like a schoolgirl with a crush.

"I've sent you the address. Can you be there in twenty minutes?"

"I'll be there," he promises.

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"He's here!" Mizuha grins, standing on a chair to look through the peephole while you are still frantically marching in between your bathroom and bedroom in search of the extra med kid you'd usually kept in your leg holster.

Stopping mid-way, you squint your eyes at your sister, who is still poorly attempting to put the stool back in its original position.

"You're slow," you tease before opening the door and seeing your reflection in Satoru's sunglasses, standing somewhat tensely in front of you.

"Uhhh, Yaga is ominously watching your apartment in a black car with tinted windows, by the way…"

You can't help but chuckle and inform him that you were well aware. After one good glance at your attire, he could have guessed you were on your way to a mission.

Mizuha hands you the holster she had found, and you attach it to your thigh as you walk through your home, giving him a small tour and telling him all he needs to know.

"Mizuha isn't much trouble, so I'm sure you two will be fine. Just don't let her stand on chairs when you're not close by, and don't let her eat sweets for dinner."

He opens his mouth, but you cut him off.

"Yes, that also means you can't eat sweets for dinner."

Satoru hides his pout in order to ease your mind, and his gaze wanders over your form, admiring how good you look in that outfit. His attentive gaze is pulled away by your face, and he can't help but notice the unusually worried look.

"Hey…are you okay?"

Your head snaps up, and it only further confirms his suspicion.

"Huh? Yeah, I'm just stressed because Yaga is so impatient," you mumble, and your eyes never quite meet his, trailing from his left ear down to the collar of his shirt.

"Oh my god. You're totally lying."

Satoru calls out, a smile on his face due to the fact he actually managed to notice. You seem taken aback by the fact as well, so much so you let yourself slump a little before finally looking at him fully.

"Okay, fine. Can I just…tell you something? As a friend?" You bite your lip, and it feels weird to tell him what happened, but it is eating you alive, and you feel a bit of relief at the thought of getting it off your chest.

"Yes, yes, of course, anything."

He nods, and you look past his shoulder towards Mizuha, entranced by the TV in the other room, before taking a deep breath and figuring out how to possibly phrase this.

"Fine, but be normal about this. Suguru and I kind of kissed, and-"

"WHAT?! I mean...! Haha, please tell me more instantly." he tries to casually lean against the kitchen top, and you can see him claw at the wood from the corner of your eye.

"And now, it's really weird between us, I don't know. I went with him to the trainstation today, and we talked about it. I still feel like we left things just kinda as confusing as they were before and-"

Satoru couldn't hear you over the ringing. His mind screaming, and his heart was pounding as he tried to maintain an interested and focused smile. He was glad he hadn't taken his glasses off yet. Pretty sure one of his eyes had started twitching.

"…Satoru?" His name tumbling out of your mouth pulls him back to the conversation, and he takes a deep breath before choosing his next words.

"I am being soo normal about this." He says, but it's drowned out by the internal screaming anyway.

"I don't think you are…" You squint your eyes at him, and at the somewhat frustrated glare you give him, he suddenly grabs you by the shoulders like a madman.

"So! Normal! So normal you could even call it neutral! What a bland, non-day-ruining piece of information you've just told me! You know what? Let me think about this very casually for the rest of the day, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom." The smile he gives you is tense, and it scares you a little. You can see the stoic glint in his eyes, even behind the glasses.

"...Is your eye twitching?"

He ignores your question and starts pushing you towards the door instead.

"Mizuha and I are going to have so much fun, promise! I'll send you update photos!"

He kicks you out with a bright chuckle, and as the door clicks closed, Satoru lets his head collide harshly with it, his laughter fading out into a groan.

"I want to die."

Mizuha glances over the backrest of the couch before turning up the volume of her show and hiding with a frightful gulp.

Her efforts proved useless as it didn't take long for Satoru to collapse dramatically next to her, sighing until she finally showed him the mercy of asking what's wrong.

"I'm so glad you asked!" He squeaks before rambling about the tragic history of his one-sided, recently discovered feelings for you and the love triangle he now seems to be in.

"How come awful things always happen to hot, amazing people like me?" He sighs before perking up again with a fabricated smile. "But it's fine, right?! I'll be fine!"

Mizuha sees his eye twitching again and doesn't bother answering.

Moments later, he was walking circles around the dinner table, and Mizuha was unsure whether she was still supposed to listen to him now that he was just frantically pacing around and mumbling just loud enough she'd hear if she really cared to.

"Maybe it wasn't even that big of a deal. A small peck between friends," he scratched his head before halting and turning to make clockwise circles now.

"Or! Maybe it was a huge deal. Gigantic, like- like a full makeout session."

"I don't think you should be saying things like this in front of a three-year-old."

"As if you're even listening!" Satoru snaps before letting his head fall back as he groans.

"I feel like I'm losing something…"

"...your mind?" He halts in his tracks, his hair is already a little dishevelled, and he manages to look like you had with two full days of sleep depravity in just 3 hours.

"NO! It feels like I'm losing," he pauses and glances to the side, hesitant, "the woman of my dreams that I am courting very casually. Or something."

"How long have you known my sister for…?" Mizuha asked with brows raised, and he fell back down on the couch next to her.

"I've known your sister way longer than she might like to admit, you know. We go wayyy back," he shrugs with a smirk.

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Satoru had just finished playing with Mitaka, who was lying on the floor, eyes pinched together, and head turned away as the other boy put a bandaid on his knee.

"You're a Kamo, and you're afraid of blood?" Satoru had teased, and Mitaka just gave him a playful kick with the leg that was still in his friend's hand.

The two boys decided to take a break despite the fact that Satoru hadn't actually needed it. He could see Mitaka was exhausted and used the free time to wander around their estate curiously. Usually, when his mother and yours met up, you'd meet at the Gojo residence, and he liked the fact that your home wasn't as swarmed with servants and other people telling him what to do.

He halts in his steps when he sees you, hands raised in the air as you slice your finger open, face scrunching up a little at the pain before you press just below the cut and let as much blood drip into your palm as you manage.

He watches curiously as you start bending the blood, first into a small ball and then flattening it as thinly as you can before you gradually start to form four spikes extending from its centre. With one last mutter, you press it together as hard as you can, and the Shuriken solidifies in your palm.

Satoru thinks the self-satisfied smile that grazes your face is the prettiest thing he's ever seen.

He watches as you throw it gently into the air, how it hovers just above your hand before you throw it with as much force as possible. The whistling sound it makes echoes through the forest.

It is only when you follow its circling trajectory that you notice the boy who'd been watching you, and with wide eyes, you sprint towards him.

Gojo is too caught up in the fact you're approaching him at all; he fails to notice your panicked look or the fact he should probably activate his Infinity, considering the Shuriken that was aiming right for his head.

"Watch out!" You yell, and as a last-minute effort, you release the Shuriken from its form. As it explodes into tiny specks of blood drops, you quickly direct them away from the expensive fabric of his kimono.

You pant a little, frowning when you see the boy still staring at you, starstruck, not even having the decency to thank you, and finally, you realise who it is. Your mother had forbidden you from speaking with Gojo a long time ago, not that she'd even let you anywhere near where he and Mitaka were playing.

"Are you incompetent or something?!"

His eyes widened at the accusation before a fascinated smile found its way onto his face. You were so blissfully different from all the other people he had met, bowing at his feet and praising his every action. You were a breath of fresh and admittedly rude air.

"No one ever called me incompetent before…"

You huff, "Maybe not to your face." And your tone catches Satoru off guard; suddenly, he realises the predicament he was setting up for himself, and still, his heart pounded in excitement.

Your gaze tears itself away from him at the sound of your mother's voice, yelling that the cookie tray is 'looking awfully empty'. With closed eyes, you sigh, and it makes Satoru's chest ache to see your fierceness fade away.

When you walk past him to rush back inside, he grabs you by the arm, and you look back at him in astonishment. So he can move.

"W-wait! I’m Gojo, Gojo Satoru.”

You can't help but snort.

"I know, idiot."

‧₊.࿐

He finishes his story with a dumb smile, and Mizuha squints at him.

"So you like…being insulted?"

He scoffs in disbelief at her conclusion and walks into the kitchen to get started on dinner.

"That's not the point at all, god, you are being such a three-year-old."

"Well, at least you've calmed down now…" Mizuha grins as she trails after him, suspecting that Satoru might need a little help in the kitchen. Passing by your slightly ajar bedroom door, he sees a piece of clothing discarded on the floor and picks it up for you, placing it over the backrest of a chair Mizuha was totally not trying to grab just now.

He walks one step before a realisation hits him, and he halts. Turning around, Satoru gulps and pulls the fabric up in front of his face to inspect it closer.

Next to the small embroidered basketball team logo, he sees a familiar name lazily scribbled.

Geto Suguru

Mizuha, who had already halfway pulled a different chair into the kitchen, flinched together at his defeated cry.

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You return a little earlier to the two of them, still busy in the kitchen because you were admittedly worried about how Satoru would be able to handle Mizu.

But they didn't even notice your arrival, too busy laughing together as your sister showed him how to crack an egg properly.

They both fail terribly, and you announce yourself home by pushing them aside to wipe the eggs they cracked from your countertop and continue their poor attempt at cooking.

"We wanted to make Tteokkbokki!"

"And you decided the first step would be to crack two eggs…?"

They point at each other accusingly, and you pull the bag of rice cakes out of the drawer and let them soak in the warm water as you prepare the soup stock.

Mizuha is curious as to why you suddenly seem so content to cook, nearly making a comment about how you're "almost as good as Suguru" but refraining, considering Satoru had just calmed down from his second meltdown.

While stirring the noodles, you smile up at Satoru, who is still standing by your side, observing every single one of your movements with big, attentive eyes.

"I hope Mizuha wasn't being difficult."

Your sister scoffs behind you, mixing together the sesame seeds and sesame oil while you cut the spring onions.

"I'm not the one you should be worried about being difficult," she mumbles under her breath, and Satoru gives her a pointed glare.

Leaning behind you when you were focused on seasoning the soup stock, he whispers, "You're losing chair privileges for that comment, young lady."

Mizuha simply stuck her tongue out at him.

"You're not my dad!" But her hands grew tired from the stirring anyway, and so she still complied with his wishes, jumping down and returning to finish her show.

"What was that about?" You question as you pour the rice cakes into the stew, watching Mizuha waddle into the living room.

"Nothing! Did you know I actually had a dream about us where-"

"Go set the table."

"Okay, Kazu!"

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During dinner, you're surprised by how quickly Satoru and Mizuha seem to get along. Even with Shoko, it took her a while to warm up and come out of her shell, but the two of them were teasing and mocking each other as though they were childhood friends, and it did make sense that Satoru had a similar mindset to a three-year-old.

Satoru had insisted on helping you with the dishes and promised he would actually do something. Truthfully, you are somewhat impressed at how skillfully he manages to rinse off the chopsticks.

You thank him absentmindedly as you reach for a new kitchen towel.

As you turn back around, you bump right into Satoru's chest, his hands trapping you between his body and the counter, and you stare up at him, heartbeat quickening and cheeks flushing a little at the colour in his eyes.

"W-what are you…"

You can see the blue so clearly, no glasses in the way, eyes softened as they stare at you reassuringly and with longing you can't quite place.

" 'm just checking something…" he trails off, and you let your gaze move across his skin, standing so close you realise he does have a few imperfections that add a lot to the otherwise flawless face of his.

You let out a squeal when Satoru suddenly kicks his leg into the side of your ankle, tripping you to fall into one of his arms as you yelp.

"Satoru!"

He catches you before stepping away with a self-satisfied smile, pointing at you.

"You just called me by my first name and without my permission nonetheless," he teases, but his smile is genuine at the thought that you let him close this distance between you.

You frowned at the realisation, and Satoru felt alarmed, reaching forward to rub your shoulder in a slight panic.

"Hey- I was just joking. I'm happy! I want you to call me by my first name. You know that."

It takes a bit, but you give him a gentle nod, shoulders dropping again as you lean into his touch before excusing yourself, realising it was way past Mizuha's bedtime.

After tugging her in, you find Satoru sitting by the windowsill in the living room. Glancing outside, he can see the endless sky beyond the rows of dull apartment buildings, and he can't remember the last time he had taken the time to look out for his own home.

It's the only spot in your apartment you actually somewhat like, and the window, despite the fact it was north-facing, was large, and the built-in cabins beneath it often acted as a bench for you to rest on after a long day.

You join him, the two of you basking in the silence before you sigh and speak up.

"Can we maybe…talk about the kiss?" You still don't know how you feel about addressing it, but it still claws at you, and you had hoped Satoru might offer you some comfort, as he had admittedly managed to do quite a lot lately.

"...You did promise me some words of wisdom."

Your playful comment didn't seem to help much with easing the tension.

Satoru's heart aches. He wants to die. Again!

"Oh, I'd love nothing more than that."

You explain to him that despite the fact it felt right in the moment, it truthfully didn't feel like much thinking back on it. You and Suguru always seemed more like a couple in the eyes of others, and while you loved Suguru deeply, it would simply feel weird to add a romantic aspect to the deep relationship you already shared.

Satoru is torn between wanting what's best for you and wanting you as he listens along, and despite the fact that it feels a little wrong, he is relieved to hear you say this.

"Well…you can't help how you feel. Sometimes. Maybe this is your heart telling you that you want something else…someone else," He's being selfish, but at least, he justifies; he's being honest.

You sigh into the material of your hoodie.

"Or maybe…you know, maybe there's just something awfully wrong with me. Maybe you lose your ability to love when you're a Stray."

"Well, when you put it like that…"

You groan.

"Just joking! Just joking. Kazu, you are not only capable of love but also deserving of love. I know you won't believe me when I tell you that it wasn't your fault, but I still want you to know that you don't deserve what happened to you. Even if you think there is no punishment enough for what you've done, you can't keep denying yourself to live and love."

You glance up at him, and you believe you've never been so happy to have Satoru inch closer to you.

"...And laugh?" You taunt, and surprisingly, he's the one to roll his eyes.

"Okay, smartass. And I thought I was the one who always ruined the-"

A soft pair of lips, much softer than he had ever dreamed them of being, plant a kiss against his cheek. Your hand holds his other, pulling his face a little towards you, and as you pull away with a slight smack, you can feel that his skin is, for once, not colder than yours underneath your palm.

With just an inch of distance, lips grazing his face as you speak your next words.

"Thank you, Satoru."

Satoru thinks he might actually die.

"You're- you're welcome, Kazu."

The silence that follows is comfortable, and you enjoy that your arms are pressed against each other as you watch the stars

Minutes pass, and at one point, your head feels so heavy it leans against Satoru's.

"So…how did that kiss feel?" He grins a little, avoiding your eyes and pretending he'd find something equally as mesmerising as you in the night sky.

You chuckle.

"Let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you with some words of wisdom, huh?"

"Oh? Is that your way of asking to see me again?" He leans over, and his eyes are so close to yours that you can see that tonight they're warm.

You hum, pretending to think about it.

"... We'll see if you become any more bearable."

chapter two | masterlist | chapter four

is this shit? I'm a lil eepyy.... i might proofread it one more time tomorrow morning!

much love, jae! 🩵

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I walk to work and think of Palestine.

I pass through quiet suburbs, a coffee shop on the corner. I think of the ruins of bombed buildings I see on Instagram from all the Gazans I follow. While my suburb never looked like the before pictures (different climate, different density) I can't help but imagine my home bombed, the roads blocked with broken and bombed cars. Bodies in the street, rotting. My pet cat, feral now, eating the corpses to survive. The small border collie I pass eating the bodies of the dead too.

What would it smell like? Surely no longer the crisp morning air. Maybe dusty. Maybe like the fire that burnt the cars. Maybe like death. How bad does a body in the street smell? Can I smell the bodies crushed under the rubble of their homes? Are the sewer pipes burst?

I get to the section of main road I walk along, cars driving in both directions on school drop offs and to get to work, or maybe from work for those on night shift. The schools in Gaza are closed now. No daily routine for the children. Just terror. Schools bombed. Children killed. Orphans alone. Orphan amputees. Who cares for these children? When will they be able to return to school?

How can I even work during a genocide? I am a world away. My streets are peaceful. My government is still complicit - they've supported Israel with evidence that screams and pleads them to not (the images of dead children, dead people, starving people, crushed people), and punished the people of Gaza on rumours. How can my normal life continue?

I come to a park. The sound of traffic quiets as I walk by the trees and see green, green, green. I think again of the grey streets. The blackened bombed areas. The rusty colour of blood stains. The white funeral shrouds. There isn't much green in Gaza now. It's been bombed, bulldozed, razed. It's been covered in rubble and blood.

There isn't much quiet in Gaza either. The drones fly all the time. Explosions. Screams from the wounded. Wailing of those who have lost loved ones (or everyone).

I get to the office. I don't know how to respond when someone asks how I am. I'm fine. Compared to Palestinians, I have nothing to complain about. I go to sleep feeling safe. I wake up without being crushed by my roof. I walk to work. I eat my lunch. I have showers. My cat isn't eating my corpse.

Is everyone else like me? Unsure how to respond, how to discuss how weird you feel having a normal life while across the world thousands (30,000+) people have been killed by an army your government supports.

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Oooh what about “meeting at a coffee shop au” with everyone’s favorite Mandalorian Boba Fett?

AN | This is probably my favorite AU, and I hope you enjoy this fluff! This is AU obviously, where everyone and everything is happy, and I'm imagining a younger Boba, because I can 😌

AU Used | Meeting at a coffee shop

Pairing | Boba x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 2k

Warnings | None

Masterlist | Star Wars, Main

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A new town meant a new apartment and new job, as well as a new coffee shop on the way to said work. You were already running late, having miscalculated the time it would take you to get ready and walk to your new office...not a way to make a great first impression.

Nonetheless as you weaved your way through the foot traffic of Coruscant, you knew that coffee was a must. And if you could get in and out quickly enough of the coffee shop you'd get there just in time to meet Ben for your first day.

You liked the old, but friendly charm of Dex's Diner as soon as you walked in. It wasn't too busy in the early morning hours and you were suddenly hopeful that maybe you wouldn't mess up your first day after all. You'd been so invested in looking around at all the various patrons - that you just knew had colorful stories to tell - that you completely forgot to look in front of you and immediately walked into a wall.

It had felt like a wall at first, a soft one, but something strong nonetheless. A small sound of surprise left your lips as you looked up and found dark, curious eyes watching looking at you intently.

"I am so sorry," you stammered out nervously as you took a step back and looked him over. He was handsome, more handsome than you thought any man had the right to be. He had a mop of dark brown curls, and even richer brown eyes, and warm brown skin. His full lips were curved into a lopsided little smile as he made sure you were okay as well. Right now it was suddenly hard to focus on anything but the man in front of you; the dark green suit would have looked tacky on anyone else, but on him it was just right, "a-are you okay?"

"Fine, just fine," oh. Was he supposed to sound that good? Your brain was surely mush by now, "I was the one that walked into you - are you alright?"

"Yes," you nodded, hoping he couldn't hear the wild pitter patter of your heart, "I've never been here before and was looking around and trying to hurry because I'm already running late for my first day at my new job and -"

"Breathe," a warm, strong hand found your shoulder as he gave it a gentle squeeze. Electricity shot through your whole body as the contact, "you'll be okay, just relax.”

How were you supposed to relax in his intoxicating presence?

“Okay,” you nodded lightly, swallowing the lump that had welled up in your throat, “this is fine. I’ll get my coffee real quick and be on the way and it’ll be fine. Mr. Kenobi won’t suspect a thing.”

“Oh, you’re working for him? He’s wonderful, I’m sure you won’t have any issues with him,” he seemed so confident that you visibly relaxed.

“Do you know him?”

“Yes - err, well, my father does. They work together on projects sometimes and I work for my dad so…yeah,” he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few bills before holding them out to you, “get the spiced latte, it’s the best thing here. And consider it on me, for holding you up. Tell Ben that Boba says hi.”

He - Boba - didn’t give you a chance to refuse the money as he gently tucked it into your pocket or to say anything else before he gently brushed past you and out the door, leaving you with a million questions and few answers. But Maker, did you want him to come back and talk for hours. But now was not the time for you to daydream about a mysterious man. You still wanted to make a good first impression.

Walking up to the counter, you only had to wait a moment before a large man with a kind face came around to take your order, “ain’t seen you around here before!”

“I’m new here,” you grinned, “on my way to my new job actually but wanted to get some coffee. Umm, can I get the ugh, spiced coffee?”

“Oh well that will have definitely been Boba,” he set about preparing the coffee before you could say anything else, “I swear he’s the only one that drinks that, but recommends it to everyone. A good kid, he is.”

“Oh,” was all you managed to say as you felt your face warm up. The man turned around and handed you your coffee, shaking his head as you held out the money for him, “are you sure?”

“Aye,” he promised, “it’s always nice to see a friendly new face around here. Today’s on the house, a little welcome to the neighborhood. Hope to see you around again.”

“Thank you,” you tucked the money back into your pocket, “I’ll definitely be back…”

“Dex,” he grinned at you, “owner and purveyor of Dex’s Diner!”

“I’ll be back Dex,” you waved as you headed out the door to hurry along to the giant building looming in the distance, “thank you!”

You were definitely going to be back, if not to see Dex and get more coffee (which was indeed delicious), then to try and see more of Boba. All it took was a few minutes and you were so eager to know more about the mysterious man.

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You later found out that you didn’t just run into Boba, you ran into Boba Fett. Also known as the pride and joy of Jango Fett who ran one of the biggest children’s charities in Coruscant and who often did business with your new boss Ben Kenobi and liked to bring his son along to help. So yeah, needless to say you were hoping to see more of Boba at any given opportunity. You’d come here to work for Ben and his partner Anakin, but seeing Jango (who you could swear Boba was a younger carbon copy of) wasn’t too bad either. You really just hoped Boba would come along. There was just something about him that left you wanting more.

Too bad you never got the opportunity in the first few weeks working at your new job. You got to see Jango on a few occasions so you figured that would suffice for the time being.

That also didn’t stop you from going to Dex’s dinner most mornings before work, giving yourself time to sit and drink your coffee and eat some breakfast, hoping to catch sight of the illusive man. But the timing never worked out and you’d never come across him again. The wide variety of colorful personalities that frequented the diner, much as you did now, were enough to keep you occupied and you were pretty sure you’d made yourself a few friends, including one woman who worked in the same office as you, Ahsoka.

You’d almost given up the hope that you’d see him again and that fate hadn’t somehow meant to entwine your destinies over breakfast one morning. You were scrolling through your phone, checking the news when you heard the familiar bell above the door twinkle. Not bothering to look up, you shoved a big bite into your mouth; it wasn’t until the seat next to you became occupied that you looked over.

And there he was. Just as handsome and happy as the first time you’d met him.

“Boba,” you swallowed as he nodded before flagging down Dex and ordering his usual breakfast, “I...umm, you…you’re here.”

“Yes,” he was amused, his dark curls seeming to bounce in excitement. He looked over for a moment before his smile faltered slightly, “I just realized I didn’t even get your name.”

Your whole face warmed up as you softly offered him your name and listened to his lilting tongue repeat it. His warmth seemed to radiate onto you as you realized just how close he was to you, your knees almost touching, “I’ve been coming almost every morning before work. The spiced coffee is good, but the food is even better.”

“I knew you’d like it here,” he beamed as Dex brought over his plate. Boba paused for a moment before drumming his fingers along the top of the counter, “I came back, you know, most evenings when I thought you’d be off. I wanted to see you again.”

“Oh. Oh,” a smile twitched on the corners of your mouth as you stared down at your plate, “well, most evenings have been occupied by getting to know the city with some new friends and setting up my apartment. But I did start coming most mornings before work for coffee and breakfast and…hoping you’d be here. I didn’t realize you were that Boba until I got to work and realized who your father was. He’s been around a few times, he’s very kind.”

“He thinks you’re kind too,” Boba admitted with a sly little grin and every hair on your body seemed to stand up as you realized that he had talked about you. You had been a topic of conversation between them, even if it was only for a few moments, “I’ve tried to come around but business has been busy. But we’re here…now.”

“Yes,” you agreed as he gently nudged his knee against yours. Your phone beeped softly, letting you know you’d received a text; sighing lightly you picked it up and read the texts from Anakin which caused you to sigh even more, “I need to get into work a little early. We have a meeting today and I need to get a few things done before.”

“What a funny coincidence,” you raised an eyebrow in confusion as he feigned looking at his watch, “I happen to have a meeting at the same time and place. Interesting how that works out…I suppose it wouldn’t make sense to go separately so we might as well walk together.”

“Hmm,” you shook your head in amusement as you realized he’d known about that meeting this whole time, “interesting how that worked out indeed. Almost like someone had some inside knowledge.”

“Can’t imagine who,” he shrugged as you both grabbed the last few bites before tossing down some bills for our meals. You slid off the stool and grabbed your bag as he followed suit. Boba leaned in closely, letting you get a whiff of his cologne, which almost took you out then and there. You tried not to focus on anything but what he was saying, which was incredibly hard, “are you free tonight? After work…for dinner?”

“If I didn’t know any better, Boba Fett, I’d think you were asking me on a date,” you couldn’t help but tease as you found that it was easy to fall into a comfortable rhythm with him. He gave a huff of laughter as he exhaled through his nose and nodded as he held the door open for you.

“That’s probably because I am, little one,” he grinned as butterflies fluttered wildly in your tummy, “you know, if you want to that is.”

“Yes, I-I do,” you looped your arm through the one he offered you as you set off towards the office, “hey Boba?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you believe in fate?” you asked softly, hoping your question wouldn’t make you appear too silly.

“I’m just a simple man, trying to make his way through the world,” he admitted, “I don’t know if I believe in anything that I can’t control, but I like to think whatever is meant to happen will happen. If that makes sense.”

“Yes,” you agreed, knowing exactly what he meant as he grinned back at you, “me too, Boba. me too.”

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Sorry for your loss - Part II "I will try"

Serie Masterlist here || Part I || Read on AO3

Summary: When your wife Natasha passes away in a car accident, a part of you dies with her. It takes a few months of mourning for your psychiatrist thinks the best alternative is for you to join a grief group. And there you meet Wanda Maximoff, and learn to live again.

Warnings: (+16) mentions of death, panic attacks and anxiety, grief, self sabotage, mentions of abusive family background, mutual attraction pining, explicit consent, therapeutic conversations about death, self-deprecation, healthy methods of coping with grief, possible triggers about anxiety, domestic Wanda, hurtful behaviors.

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//-//

Chapter II - I will try

You hate waking up.

Because your bed is empty on the right side.

Grumbling slightly, you push the covers away from your body and get up, running your hand over your face.

It is therapy day.

After brushing your teeth and putting on a sweatshirt that smells like fabric softener, you walked downstairs.

"Good morning, honey." Your mother greeted you as soon as you entered the kitchen, a cup of coffee in her hands. You mumbled the greeting back, walking over to the cabinets. She let out a disgruntled exclamation when she saw you take out a box of cereal. "As much as I think it's great that you're eating again, why don't you try something healthier today? I'm getting worried about the amount of sugar you're taking in these last few days."

You rolled your eyes, but obeyed as you put the package back in the cupboard. Ever since you regained your appetite, your meals, especially in the morning, consist of sweet things. Bread, cereals, and even chocolate. You were eating again, but the chance of diabetes was very high.

"Do you need a ride?" Your mother asks a moment later, when you are already sitting at the table, pouring yourself some orange juice.

"Agatha thinks I should try the subway."

"And what do you think?"

You laughed humorlessly.

"That's a new one." You retorted without taking your eyes off the newspaper in front of you. "Someone asking what I think."

Your mother sighs.

"Don't be like that." She says and then rises to kiss your forehead, the car keys in her hand. "Call me if you need anything."

You bite your tongue, stopping yourself from whispering the words "I need my wife," because you didn't want to cry over coffee.

After eating, you looked around. You hated empty houses. So you hurried to get your wallet and left after locking the door.

//-//

With headphones, the subway was not so scary.

The music on the latest volume muffled the ambient noises very well. And even with a fast heartbeat, you managed to walk correctly, and keep your breathing under control until you reached the city downtown.

You walked from the station toward the building where the therapy was taking place, humming softly the music you were listening to.

Startled slightly when someone touched your shoulder, you turned, only to see Bucky standing beside you, smiling gently. You took off your headphones, moving away from his touch, he didn't seem to notice.

"I called you a few times, but I don't think you heard me under the headsets." He commented amiably. "I think we came from the same subway."

"Okay." You said simply, not knowing what to add to this conversation. Bucky smiled however, and you started walking side by side.

"You know, if we arrange the time, we could come here together next time" He says and you frown slightly. "I wish I had someone to laugh at my comments about the man in the cowboy hat who hangs out at the Sixth Avenue station." He jokes and you force a smile, trying to think of how to decline the invitation. But then you remember how Agatha insisted that you make new friends, and you are letting the words of agreement escape your mouth. "Really? I'm glad you like the idea then. We can meet in any of the first stations and come the rest of the way together."

"That'll be great." You mutter to the man who smiles contentedly.

When you arrive, Bucky waves to a few people and says he will say hello, so you walk into the gym alone.

You try not to feel so nervous about your first session with a therapy partner.

//-//

Stephen is almost late. He apologizes to everyone even though he didn't, saying that he had a minor conflict in traffic. You were already sitting in the circle, waiting for the meeting to start, when the other people came in and sat down.

Wanda sat in the chair in front of you, and you smiled awkwardly at her, who repeated the gesture before looking away from you to Stephen.

"I hope you all had a good week" Stephen began next. "Today I will be handing out the schedule of duo activities, and I expect all of you to accomplish these goals within six to eight months. Of course, no pressure." He jokes last, making the group laugh. You frown, because you are curious what kind of activities these are. "Jessica, take one and pass it to the side, please.”

Stephen asked handing some papers to one of the girls in the group who was sitting next to him. As each member took one, Stephen again spoke of the importance of communication between pairs, and how he would like to monitor everyone's progress closely. You stopped paying attention when the paper came into your hands, focused on reading the words.

Your hand rises in the air a moment later.

"Y/N, do you have a question?" Stephen asked as he interrupted his own speech when he saw your hand. You had your heart racing when you asked.

"It says drive a car here." You replied looking at him. "I don't... I don't drive."

You know that some members exchanged glances with each other, but you kept staring at Stephen.

"You can leave this activity for last. At the end of the treatment....

"No." You interrupted with a dry laugh, running your hands through your hair. "I'm not driving. I don't..."

"Would you like to share why that is?" Stephen asks tenderly, and you look around. Everyone looks at you curiously, and you feel your face heat up. Then you stare at the paper in front of you. Taking a deep breath, you try not to crumple the paper so hard as you tell it.

"My wife died in a car accident." You narrate, trying not to be bothered by people holding their breath for your confession. It was awkward to talk about it, and it was even more overwhelming to deal with the reactions of others. "I was driving, and... I can't anymore since the accident." You explain. "It's like I'm back in the car again."

You fall silent, unable to hold back your tears. The group says "thank you for sharing" next, startling you slightly. Stephen smiles at you as you look at him.

"Would you like to add anything else?"

"I would like you to tell me that I won't need to do that."

Stephen laughed. And then he denied it with his head.

"It's the opposite of that actually." He says. "I think you do need it. Maybe more than anyone else here."

You sighed, looking down. He spoke again after that, but you paid no further attention.

//-//

You swallowed your nervousness when Stephen called for the pairs to begin the first exercise.

Getting up and walking over to Wanda, you kept your gaze on the floor.

"We're going to try blind trust today." Stephen explained as he opened a small box, and began handing out black blindfolds to the pairs. He handed one to you. "You will blindfold your partner, and lead them around the gym for two minutes. And then switch who is blindfolded and repeat."

You blinked in confusion, taking one last look at the object in your hands.

"Right." You mumble, raising your eyes to the woman in front of you. "May I?"

Wanda hesitates a second, but then she nods. You turn around her, placing the blindfold under her eyes gently, and tying it to the back of her head. Wanda holds her breath momentarily, probably getting used to the lack of visibility.

" Can I hold your hands?" You ask softly as you circle her again, watching her blindfolded face. She looks... cute. The same second the thought hits you, you push it out.

"Yes." Wanda sighs raising her hands at chest height. You smile, interlacing your hands together.

"Well, we were in the circle, right?" You begin. "Come this way so you don't bump into the chairs."

Guiding Wanda through the gym, you stand close and with your hands interlocked so that she doesn't get scared of bumping into something. You catch a quick glance at Bucky, who was guiding his own partner as he passes your side.

Two minutes later, you exchange.

You hold your breath when the blindfold is on your eyes, but Wanda's hand is soft as she guides you around.

When you stumble slightly because you thought she said right instead of left, it's the first time in six months that you really laugh. It's short and quick, but it's a real laugh. Wanda laughs too, squeezing your hand lightly to get you back on the right path.

You feel a little lighter when the activity is over.

"I liked today." You comment with a shy smile after the meeting is over, and you and Wanda walk out of the place together. She smiles in agreement.

"Yeah, me too." She says. "Now we only have another twenty-four activities ahead of us."

You let out a nasal laugh, putting your hands in your pockets.

"About the homework, I can meet you when you have time." You start to say, remembering the information in the booklet, and how you probably had much more free time than a mother, and it would be kinder for you to follow whatever schedule Wanda had. "You can text me anytime you are free."

She looks slightly surprised at your words, and looks down at the floor a moment before speaking again.

"Actually, I'm free now." She says, and it is your turn to be surprised. Seeing your expression, she quickly adds. "But it's okay if you're not, or if you don't want to..."

"No, it's fine." You interrupt with a lopsided smile. "I can. I'd... uh... I would like to too."

Wanda nods frantically, and then you are silent for a moment, before turning shyly toward the street, walking side by side.

"What are we going to do first?" You ask looking forward. Wanda bites her lips, thoughtful.

"Are you hungry?"

Not much, but you don't tell her that. You just shrug, and Wanda smiles, saying that you could try the lesson of sharing a meal together.

This is how you end up in a cafeteria for lunch.

Wanda is sitting on the bench in front of you when she speaks again.

"So...do you want to have a normal conversation or do you want to follow the script of questions?"

You blink in surprise, and give a short laugh.

"Wait, is that for real?" You ask fiddling with your pockets, Wanda looks at you curiously. You take out the pamphlet you got in class, then read the back, and let out a giggle. "I hadn't seen that part. Wow, that would have been so helpful at so many times in my life."

Wanda smiles, watching you read the pamphlet.

"So you're not good at talking to people huh?"

You place the flyer on the table, looking at her.

"Are you?"

"No." She says shrugging. "Socializing has always been much more my brother's thing than mine."

You make a noise with your mouth in agreement, and Wanda's cell phone on the table vibrates. She lowers her gaze to the device, and lets out a light sigh.

"Speaking of him." She mutters as she raises her finger to the screen. She reads the notification, but does not touch the device again.

"I would like to have a brother." You count next, and Wanda looks at you. "I think it would be nice to have someone growing up together with me. Sometimes it's pretty lonely being an only child."

"I'll lend you mine if you want." Wanda teases with a smile, and you laugh lightly, looking away momentarily.

" How many siblings do you have?"

"Two." She counters. "Pietro is my twin. And the youngest is Lorna."

"How are they like?"

Wanda sighs, thoughtfully.

"Pietro is loud and nosy. And Lorna is blunt and judgmental." She says and you nod in understanding, but Wanda adds a second later, smiling, "They're amazing, really. Pietro is...very caring. He looks after the boys for me. And Lorna lives in Sokovia, but she's always calling and asking how we are, as well as visiting whenever she can."

"That seems nice." You reply. The waitress attends you two next, and after ordering, you both wait in silence for a while.

"Why haven't you asked me about my loss yet?" Wanda asks suddenly, and you look away from the wordplay that was drawn on the table to look at her with a frown.

"What do you mean?"

"I shared my loss with the group the week before you joined us." She counters. "You never asked me who I lost."

"Do you want me to ask?"

"I don't know." She replies staring at you as a mixture of confusion and surprise. "It's just... that's usually the first thing people want to know."

You nod looking away.

"Well, I just want you to tell me whatever you want to tell me." You say. "I know very well what that feels like. I don't think I could talk to any of the people I know without them asking me about Nat every time they saw me."

Wanda makes a noise with her mouth of understanding, and you fall silent again. She checks her messages next and makes a slight grimace, you can't hold your curiosity and let the words "everything okay?" escape your lips.

"Yeah, it's just... Monica." She sighs running her hands through her hair. She types something next, and looks up at you. "Monica is my brother's wife, She is... pushy."

"How so?"

"She just...she wants to help. But she wants too much, you know?" Wanda begins. "She has the best of intentions, but she just suffocates me sometimes." She counters by tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, as you look at her intently. "She lost her mother when she was younger. And since... since Vis died she just... she wants me to talk to her about it. But I can't."

You nod in acknowledgement, hesitating between what to say next, because the mention of this Vis guy seems to have left Wanda quite shaken, as she quickly wipes a tear from running down her cheek. She forces a smile, shaking her head.

"Sorry about that. It's not the best thing to cry at our first lunch." She then remarks, and you smile shrugging your shoulders.

"Don't worry, I can cry at the next one and then we'll be even." You retort and Wanda laughs. You like the sound more than you should.

When your food arrives, you and Wanda thank the waitress and talk again the next moment.

"Accordingly to this, what is our first question?" Wanda asks you nodding lightly to the pamphlet you have left on the table. You eat one of your fries as you look at it.

You lower your hand to the paper, and then let out a chuckle as you actually read the questions.

" This is ridiculous." You observe, making Wanda look at you curiously. "All the questions are death related, see: If you died, how would you like people to remember you?" You read. "Or, what song would you like played at your funeral. My god, this is a joke." You grumble as you fold the flyer, and put it back in your pocket while Wanda giggles. You look back at her next. "I am decreeing that we will not talk about death on our outings, Mrs. Maximoff. It's a rule."

Wanda smiles at you, agreeing.

"Wanda." She then adds and you look at her with confusion. "You don't have to call me Mrs. Maximoff. Wanda is fine."

You smile, nodding in agreement.

"So, Wanda, where do you live?" You ask with interest in your voice, biting into your burger next.

"Queens." She replies. "Two blocks past Bucky's apartment, who lives in Brooklyn."

"You are friends then?"

"Yeah, he's the one who introduced me to the group." She explains as you eat together. She chews some of her salad before speaking again. "And you?"

"Staten Island." You retort. "But it's actually my mother's house. My apartment is in the Bronx."

Wanda doesn't pressure you to tell her why you are living with your mother. A part of you thinks she knows why, but you are grateful that she just waits for you to share what you want, just as you do with her.

"What do you work with?" she asks next, and you sigh, biting back a smile.

"Nothing at the moment." You say, and she frowns with confusion. "It's just that I write. I’m actually a writer. With a publisher and everything. But, I'm not writing anything right now."

"I don't think I've ever met a writer before." She comments with a smile. "Do you like it?"

You look away, playing with your fries.

"I used to." You confess, but not wanting to make the conversation sad, you quickly add. "What about you? What do you work with?"

"I own a flower shop." She tells and you let out a low exclamation, finding it amazing. "I haven't been going there much lately, but I like it. It's always been what I've wanted to do since I was little."

"I'd like to visit someday."

Wanda smiles, assenting.

You spend lunch talking about the most diverse subjects. It is the lightest you have felt in a long time. Wanda tells you about her family, you learn that she lives in a big house with her two twin five-year-old sons, Billy and Tommy, and that her father was spending time with her since she lost Vis, who you figure is her husband, because Stephen mentioned that you had things in common, and it's not hard to connect the dots, even if she doesn't talk about it.

She also tells you that Pietro and Monica are helping the flower shop to keep running, and that Wanda's children love to stay at their house because Wanda's niece, Luna, is the same age as the boys.

She tells you some of her tastes, and you do the same. You both smile when you discover that you used to study at the same college, but Wanda graduated a few years before you.

When you leave the restaurant, you are not quite sure how to say goodbye to Wanda, but you don't mind her kissing your cheek and telling you that she enjoyed her lunch. You enjoyed it too, much more than you expected. She nods and turns away, and it takes a moment for you to do the same.

//-//

You decide to fix the broken screen of your cell phone.

It is because you now receive notifications of messages from Wanda, and you want to read them correctly so as not to get confused with the locations of your meetings for group activities.

You also enjoy the company of Bucky Barnes now. The first time you went to therapy together, it's a little awkward because you didn’t quite knew what to say, but he was friendly and kind, and you learned to trust him. Soon it becomes easy to share and laugh at his jokes.

In the second week with grieving pairs, Stephen brings in question and answer games. You and Wanda do very well, because it is surprisingly easy and comfortable to talk to her. You don't have lunch together, but she invites you to have coffee with her the next day, and it is very nice to see her out of therapy for once.

In the third week, you cook together. Stephen contacts a local restaurant owned by a friend, which is closed for the day, and they lend their kitchen. You and Wanda try to bake some cookies, and as you work together, the job is decent. It is probably because Wanda is a much better cook than you, and you are happy to obey whatever she tells you to do. You have lunch together again, and you find yourself suggesting that you do this whenever possible, and Wanda smiles when she agrees.

In the fourth week, there are obstacle competitions in the group. It's noisy, and it requires physical effort, but it's fun. It's the first month, so Stephen wants to see how everyone is progressing. It's only when he talks to you that you realize all the positive changes that have been happening.

You have been eating properly, and going for walks. Your nightmares have stopped since you started texting with Wanda, because she is usually busy all day and can only text at night. There is still work to be done, because you still can't talk about everything. You are still not sharing as you should, and you haven't gone back to work. But Stephen is proud, and he hands you a little progress brooch.

"I think you guys can start with the activities outside the group." Stephen suggests as soon as you accept the brooch.

"What do you mean? We have lunch together every Wednesday." You count, and Stephen laughs through his nose.

"Yes, and this is excellent." He says. "But it's still after therapy. You and Wanda have been getting along well haven't you?"

You think about the lunches. Yes. It's been amazing. You nod in agreement, and Stephen smiles.

"Why don't you invite her over for something on the other days of the week?" He suggests and you frown thoughtfully. "You could try outings that you both enjoy. Or just get to know each other's family."

"Why would we go and meet each other's family?"

"Friends do that." He says and you sigh, feeling your heart racing slightly. "Take Bucky for example. I suggested that he and Sam move in together and..."

"Wow, I'm not moving in with anyone."

Stephen laughs, touching your shoulder gently.

"I didn't tell you to do that." He says. "It was just an example. What I mean, is that socialization outside of the therapeutic environment is essential. I'd like to see you having fun excluding the activities I put on here, too."

You sigh, agreeing. It's not really a bad thing, you like Wanda. It's just weird to let people into your life again.

When you tell Wanda about Stephen's idea, you get too anxious and fumble with the words. She laughs as she raises her hands to your shoulders, asking you to breathe and repeat. She thinks the idea is very good when she understands.

Then the next week, you go to Central Park. You walk together, drink juice, and talk. You thought you would make things awkward, and not have anything interesting to say to keep Wanda's attention, but she is kind and thoughtful, and pays attention to every word you say, and finds your jokes funny. And the next thing you know, you've been talking and walking for six hours, and she has to run because she has to pick up the boys from music class.

It didn't take long for you to establish a rhythm of outings. At least twice a week outside of the therapy day, you did something together. Be it walks, or trips to the park, or sharing a meal.

You didn't want to admit it, but Wanda became your favorite person very quickly.

//-//

It was February when you met Wanda's family.

Wanda invited you to the birthday party of Luna, Pietro's daughter. It was going to be the first party you had attended since Nat's death, and to say you were feeling anxious was an understatement. But as long as Wanda was by your side in the atmosphere, you thought you would be fine.

Your mother gave you a look of mixed surprise and pride when she saw you leaving the house in an outfit other than a sweatshirt, but she didn't say anything, and you hurried to catch the subway.

It took a while to get there, but when you did, there were already a few people around the house.

You took a deep breath, and walked to the front door that was open. It was a very nice house, and you tried to find Wanda as quickly as possible.

"Hey, you came!" It was Bucky, who saw you arriving from the kitchen. He was wearing a very nice set of jeans, and smiled encouragingly at you. The two people he talked to looked at you curiously, but Bucky hurried to introduce you as "a good friend of his and Wanda's" and you felt your cheeks blush. "This is my husband Sam and this is his sister, Sara."

You smiled politely as you greeted people.

"I'm looking for Wanda." You say to Bucky, and he makes a thoughtful expression for a few seconds.

"Try the garden, I think she was helping Pietro with the snacks." He says as he puts his hand on your shoulder, and turns you in the right direction. "Follow straight this way and you'll get there."

You thanked them and waved to the other two before heading outside.

It took two minutes to find Wanda. She found you actually.

"Hi." She greeted you shyly with a smile as she approached. You mimicked the gesture. "So glad you could make it."

Wanda hugged you quickly, and you were a complete mess. Disguisedly, you smiled awkwardly, telling her you were glad to be here and wished you could meet her brother.

"Pietro is upstairs changing Luna's dress. She spilled juice on the other one." She counters and you mumble in understanding. Wanda's gaze races around and then she lets out a low exclamation. "Come, let me introduce you to Monica."

"Hey, Mon, I want you to meet someone." Wanda says as soon as you two reach a woman at one of the outside tables, wearing a very pretty blue dress. She seemed to hand out some napkins on the table.

"This is your mystery friend I imagine." Says the woman cheerfully, extending her hand to greet you.

"Hi, thank you for having me." You say clumsily as you accept the greeting. Monica doesn't mind your clumsiness one bit, and smiles, and thanks you for the small package you hand her. You were always taught that one should bring a gift if you were going to the party after all.

"It's so nice to finally meet you honey." She says smiling. "Wanda won't stop saying how funny and entertaining you are."

You cast a glance at Wanda, who just has red cheeks as she looks away.

"Here comes Pietro." Monica then exclaims, waving to someone behind you. "Come on babe, it's Wanda's friend."

A tall man approaches you, a little girl on his lap wearing a princess dress.

"Hello." Pietro greeted you politely as he stood at his wife's side. "We finally met you. We were beginning to think Wanda made you up."

You let out a half-hearted laugh, and Wanda grumbles that suddenly everyone has decided to tease her with flushed cheeks.

"Daddy, can I go play now?" The little girl asked. She was adorable, and looked a lot like her parents.

"You'll be careful, right?" Pietro asked her. "No other princess dress for you."

The girl nods and Pietro sets her down after kissing her cheek.

"I need to greet the other guests, but make yourselves at home." Monica then said, touching your shoulder lightly before leaving. You thought she was very gentle.

For the next few minutes you were basically interrogated by Pietro, but in the most polite way he could manage. Wanda stayed by your side though, so you didn't bother to tell him what you did for a living, where you resided, or with whom. He was sensitive enough not to ask about who you lost, and you were very grateful for that.

"What's he doing here?" Wanda exclaimed suddenly, interrupting Pietro's talk about his job as a seller. She had her gaze in the opposite direction from where you were standing, and Pietro sighed.

"Wanda, it was a last-minute invitation." He began, and Wanda turned her head to him quickly, a mixed look of anger and hurt. But then she took a deep breath, and forced a smile, making you frown at the whole scene.

"No, Pietro. It's okay." She says. "Don't worry, it's a party, isn't it? We're here to have fun."

A man with a thinning beard reached you all next, and you were slightly surprised when Wanda grabbed your hand, but you didn't say anything.

"Wow, it's amazing to see you guys again." The man said smiling encouragingly. Pietro rushed over to hug him quickly.

"Good to see you too, Tony!" he greeted smiling, but he also looked slightly tense. You didn't know what the story was there, but clearly Wanda was not very comfortable in the stranger's presence.

"Wanda, look at you, my little sister-in-law!" Tony said excitedly extending his arms. But Wanda didn't move, squeezing your hand lightly. The man didn't seem to mind, moving forward and hugging Wanda anyway. He pulled away quickly however, still smiling, "And who are you?” He asked you next.

"I’m..."

"Leaving." Wanda cuts you off, ducking her head as she pulls you away with her. You hear Pietro sigh lightly, imagining that he would apologize for whatever this was.

As you two walk back into the house, you consider asking, but Wanda is looking around, clearly searching for someone. She lets out a low exclamation when she finds Bucky in the living room.

"Hey, Wanda." He says as soon as he sees her. "You've seen him, right?"

"You knew he was coming?" she asked, letting go of your hand, looking annoyed. You were starting to get very uncomfortable.

"Yes." Bucky confesses looking upset, and Wanda lets out an exclamation of indignation and surprise. "I told Pietro that it wasn't a good idea, but he still needs help with the Vis business..."

"No." Wanda interrupts by closing her eyes momentarily. You blink because she seems on the verge of tears at any moment. "I just..." She starts and takes a deep breath. Bucky steps forward with his hands in the air to touch her, but she forces a smile, denying with her head to signal him not to. "We're not going to make a scene, are we? Nobody's going to want that. I just... I just need a moment."

Wanda walks upstairs next, leaving you and Bucky behind. You really didn't understand what happened, and started to consider going after her, and as if reading your thoughts, Bucky patted you on the shoulder.

"Leave her alone for a few minutes, okay?" he asks. "She just needs to get used to the idea of seeing her late husband's brother again."

You swallowed dryly, nodding in understanding. Bucky smiled weakly at you, nodding for you to join him in the small circle of people he was talking to earlier.

//-//

Every minute without Wanda at your side with a bunch of strangers was like torture. Your heart was racing and you thought you were going to hyperventilate at any moment. Bucky was probably the only thing familiar, so you stood static next to him, trying to disguise yourself as much as possible while listening to people talking.

"Thor, I'm waiting for the invitation to your wedding!" Sam joked in the middle of the wheel, drawing laughter from everyone. The tall, blond man next to him looked mildly embarrassed.

"Tell that to Jane, she's the one who's postponing it." He replies in the same tone. You don't want to hear about engagements and weddings. So you mutter to Bucky that you need to use the bathroom and he points you in the direction.

Pietro's house is easy to get lost into. You are looking for a secluded corner to stay in, and as you pass through the empty hallway, you hear a noise that attracts your attention. It sounds like loud breathing.

Confused, you walk toward the sound, carefully opening the door to what appears to be an office. You find the switch, and your eyes widen in surprise when you find a child. It is a small boy, sitting on the floor with his head between his knees. It takes a second for you to realize by the height of his breathing what is happening.

Closing the door behind you to muffle the sound of the party, you rush to kneel beside the child.

"Hey, kid." You whisper tenderly but he just sobs. "What's your name? Hey? Try to say your name for me okay?"

You bring your hands to his and he raises his head, his face stained with tears as he breathes hard.

"T-Tommy" He gasps and you nod, squeezing his hands lightly.

"Okay, Tommy. I want you to breathe along with me now okay?" You ask as you signal with your hand the movement of your breath. "In and out like I'm doing."

"I-I can't." He cries, but you insist, squeezing his hand lightly.

"Tommy, in and out. This way." You repeat firmly, until he imitates. "All right, kid. Keep going. Breathe."

When Tommy manages to start breathing properly again, you smile at him. "You see, you did very well. Want me to give you a hug?"

He nodded, and you stepped forward, hugging him tightly. He didn't let go for long moments, and you began to think he might have fallen asleep, but he moved again, and you let go.

"I'm sorry." He asked weakly, and you held his hand.

"No, honey. It's okay." You say gently, crossing your legs to sit more comfortably in front of him. "Do you want me to stay here with you?"

He nods, looking at you quickly. You wipe away his tears afterwards.

"I don't know you." He says a moment later, and you smile slightly.

"I don't know you either."

"My name is Tommy." He replies with his hands folded in his lap. "This is my aunt and uncle's house, but I've never seen you at a party before."

"Wow, you are Wanda's son." You realize with surprise. Tommy blinks.

"Who is Wanda? I'm Mommy's son."

You laugh, nodding in agreement.

"Well, Tommy, your mother's name is Wanda." You explain, and he lets out a sigh of understanding. "I'm her friend."

"Okay." He says simply. He sighs lightly then. "I'm hungry."

You look at him curiously.

"Do you want a hot dog?" You ask, and he nods frantically, smiling. "Do you want to go outside and get it, or do you want me to bring it for you here?"

Tommy is thoughtful for a few seconds, and looks at the door for a moment.

"I want to go."

"Okay."

You get up first, and then help him to stand, and keep your hand in his to comfort him.

"Hey, is everything all right?" You ask as soon as you open the door. He has his thumb in his mouth, but nods, his eyes attentive to his surroundings.

Fortunately the kitchen is empty, since the house seemed to get warm enough for everyone to go outside. You sit Tommy down at the kitchen counter and prepare a hot dog for him.

"Do you like ketchup?" you ask and he nods smiling. After handing the hot dog to him, you made one for yourself. You smiled as you both took big bites of your food. "Does your mom let you drink soda?" You ask a moment later, and Tommy looks thoughtful. "Don’t lie."

Tommy grimaces mischievously, and nods his head in denial. You laugh and reach for two glasses, pouring some grape juice for you.

"Thanks." He says thank you as soon as you hand him the cup. You think it's adorable how polite he is at this age.

"There you are, Tommy." Pietro spoke as he appeared in the kitchen. He watched the scene with curiosity. "I've been looking all over for you."

"Sorry, Uncle." Murmured the boy lowering his head. "My head was hurting again."

Pietro sighed and you exchanged a look with him. He nodded in understanding before helping Tommy down from the countertop.

"Billy and Luna are eating candy in the backyard, honey." He says as he bends down to the boy's height. "Go ask Aunt Mon to give you some too."

Tommy seems content to leave after that, but he turns and hugs your legs quickly, muttering a "thanks for the hot dog" before running outside. You place his cup of juice in the sink along with yours before turning to Pietro.

"Where did you find him?" he asks leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. You mimic the position on the opposite side.

"In the office down the hall." You count. "What does he have?"

"We don't know yet." Pietro says. "He won't turn six until November, and the diagnosis can't be made before then." The man explains, running his hand through his hair for a moment. "But I've had anxiety since I was a kid, so his doctor thinks it's the most likely possibility."

You grumble in understanding, biting the inside of your cheek.

"He's been pretty nervous lately." Pietro continues next. You don't want to interrupt him. "I guess that makes sense. I got worse when my mother died, too."

You swallow dryly, really not being intimate enough to know what to say next. But Pietro doesn't mind, he smiles, shaking his head and reaching up to pat you on the arm.

"Sorry, I don't mean to make the subject morbid." He comments humorously. "Thank you so much for helping Tommy. Come have a drink outside."

You laugh half-heartedly, denying with your head.

"Thank you, Pietro." You say. "But I think I'd better go."

Pietro blinks in surprise.

"Are you sure?"

You nod, your gaze quickly going to the stairs before returning to him.

"Yes, I'm... I'm tired." You say. "Crowded environments are quite difficult for me."

Pietro nods in acknowledgement, and then smiles, thanking you again for coming and hugging you quickly.

You smile awkwardly before heading for the exit just as he returns to the garden.

Ignoring the urge to climb up the stairs after Wanda, you leave.

//-//

When you get home, there is a message on the refrigerator door from your mother, telling you that she is going out after work and that you shouldn't wait up for her. You grumble slightly, sending her a message to use protection, before leaving your cell phone on the counter.

After taking a shower and putting on the most comfortable and warmest set of sweatshirts you have, you go back to the living room, looking for some entertainment on the television.

It must be about eight o'clock at night when a knock at the door startles you.

You are surprised to have Wanda at your front door and she hesitates as soon as she sees you.

"Hi." You say.

"Can we talk?"

You make room for her to enter, closing the door afterwards.

Wanda stops in the doorway of the room, holding her purse tightly.

"I'm sorry I left you alone at the party." She begins and you look at her attentively, noticing her nervousness. "It wasn't polite of me."

You blink in confusion, but don't interrupt her. She closes her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking back at you.

"It was not the right way to behave and I am sorry. I hope we continue to be grieving partners" She says.

"Wanda, why are you here?" You ask with a frown, trying to understand exactly what you are witnessing. Wanda blinks in confusion.

"To apologize."

"Yeah I'm not buying it." You retort. "I don't care about the whole manners thing, I wouldn't treat you differently just because of the party. What's going on?"

"I don't... I don't know what you're talking about." She says shaking her head slightly, her eyes wide. You look at her in disbelief, she seemed on the verge of an outburst. "I just came to apologize for not being a good hostess, and not even a good friend. And..."

"I don't give a damn if you weren't behaving as you should." You interrupt seriously. "You don't have to pretend to be okay with me. I saw the way you were forcing yourself to smile during the party. What was all that about? Why are you pretending?"

Wanda let out a humorless laugh, holding up her hands, her eyes filled with tears.

"I don't know what..."

"If you're going to lie you can leave." You interrupt seriously pointing to the door. Wanda swallows dryly, looking at you in surprise. "I'm not like those people, Wanda. I don't want to see your version of the perfect housewife, who pretends everything is fine while it's falling apart so others will feel better. Either you tell me the truth, or we' re not going anywhere."

Wanda stares at you for several seconds, then looks away, tears streaming down her face. You sigh, uncrossing your arms to walk toward the door. As you begin to open it, however, Wanda rushes in and pushes the wood with one hand, the noise and movement startling you momentarily.

"Please." She begs throwing herself against you, her arms clutching around you as she buries her head in your chest, her tears wetting your shirt. "I can't lose you too."

You sigh, hugging her back in the same intensity to calm her.

"Breathe, Wanda." You say. "I'm right here."

When she stops crying, she breaks the embrace, and you give her a smile even though she is looking at the floor. You bring your hands to her face to wipe away her tears, moving closer to give her a kiss on her forehead before pulling away.

"Let's have some tea."

As you prepare the drink, Wanda sits down on one of the stools in the kitchen. You join her after lighting the fire.

"Do you want to talk now?" You ask next, swinging your seat slightly. Wanda gives you a weak smile, nodding her head. She sighs before she begins.

"My husband died last year." She counters with a lost look on her face. "That man at the party...his name is Tony. He is my brother-in-law. He... My husband died in an accident. He..." Wanda paused, probably overwhelmed by the memories, you reached out for her hand on the counter, and she sniffled before continuing. "Tony is an alcoholic. He...he needed someone to pick him up. So he called. And Vis... They... They argued outside the bar, and someone thought Vis was a cop. And then someone had a knife and..." Wanda stopped in a sob, releasing her hand to cup her face. You stood up, hugging her by the shoulders, and she buried her face in your neck, crying heavily.

"I'm sorry." You sighed, squeezing her. Wanda cried, hugging your waist. You only let go when the kettle beeped.

She wiped away the remaining tears as you went to turn off the fire.

"Do you want to go on?" You ask as you join her again, holding her hands. Wanda gives you a tired smile, denying it. "Let's drink our tea, then."

//-//

"Can I sleep here?" The question doesn't surprise you. After you had finished drinking tea, and you tried to distract Wanda with some small talk, you stood up to take the mugs to the sink, and her voice invaded your ears with the question.

You bit the inside of your cheek, but when you turned around, you didn't hesitate to agree.

And that's how you ended up in your closet doorway, looking for extra pillows.

Wanda walked around, observing your room with curiosity. You mentally thanked your mom that it had only been two days since her monthly cleaning, and your room was not messy.

"Who is this?" Wanda asks as she holds one of your frames in her hand. You have an extra comforter in your hand as you walk over to her to look at the picture.

"This is Bruce." You say looking at the photograph for a moment. Ignoring the wave of guilt that fills your stomach, you walk over to your bed. "We've studied together most of our lives. And the girl next to him is Carol, she was my maid of honor."

"Are they the friends you don’t talk to anymore?" Wanda asks as she returns the picture to the headboard. You mumble in agreement.

"Done, Wands." You say as you place the comforter on the bed. "You can have my pillow, I'll use the cushions on the sofa anyway."

Wanda frowns in confusion.

"Aren't you going to sleep with me?" She asks and you laugh in surprise, feeling your heart race.

"W-what?"

"I thought..." She starts and seeing your reddened face she looks away, clearing her throat. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, really." You assure her with a smile. "I'll be downstairs and if you need anything you can wake me up."

"Y/N..."

"Good night." You interrupt with a smile, moving closer to place a quick kiss on her cheek before turning and leaving the room, your heart racing.

You haven't slept in the same bed with another woman in many months. That is absolutely not going to happen tonight.

When Wanda finally lies back against the sheets, she grumbles softly. Your scent is everywhere, and she knows very well what it means when her body shivers and she feels a small warmth at the pit of her stomach. Pushing these thoughts away, she closes her eyes, hoping that the tiredness of the day will be enough to make her sleep.

#sorry for your loss #wanda x reader #wanda x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wandaxyou #wandaxreader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff reader #wanda maximoff you #marvel imagines

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watchyourbluesturngolden · 3 years

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the shrooms cafe

part 1- watermelon tea with strawberry boba

hello everyone 🥺 this is the first series i've ever done so i'm a little nervous but i'm so excited because I really like this story!!!

this is the first part, and I have literally no idea how long it will be because I don't have a solid plan/outline yet! so feel free to send little concepts or things you would like to see included 🥺 i can't guarantee they will be added but i'll definitely try my best :)

shrooms cafe masterlist

my masterlist

warnings: none

word count: 2k

"Stella, we have to leave in 10 minutes!" You called up the stairs. "Come down so you can eat breakfast!" "Yeah Stella, hurry up!" Seraphina yelled from her spot at the dining table. She was finishing up her fruit loops with a grin on her face. "You're going to make us late!" As the youngest, she often liked to bother her sisters. She was only five, just starting kindergarten, but she was already a master at getting under their skin.

"Sera, don't antagonize your sister, please," you reminded her. "She's not going to make us late." Sophie rolled her eyes. "Seraphina, you're so immature." Despite only being 11, Sophie was clearly the mother hen. You sometimes joked that the girls didn't even need you; Sophie would take on the role of their mother with no problem. "Besides, you were the one who made us late yesterday." "It's not my fault I couldn't find my purple socks. What was I supposed to do?" "Maybe wear different socks?" Sophie suggested smugly. "You know I need my purple socks, otherwise I can't write my words!" Sophie rolled her eyes again. "You don't need a certain color socks to write." "Yes I do!" You smiled to yourself, turning back to the fridge as the two bickered. You pulled out the ingredients you would need to make their lunches, then reached up on your tiptoes to get their lunch bags from the top of fridge. "Okay girls, what kind of sandwiches do you want today?" "Peanut butter and jelly!" Seraphina said excitedly. "Why did I even ask?" You smiled. "And Sophie?" "Turkey please, but I can make it myself," She said, sliding off her chair and bringing the breakfast dishes to the sink. "Thank you, love," you said, leaning over to kiss the top of her head. "You are such a big help in the mornings, I don't know what I would do without you." "You would have a real handful dealing with those two," She said matter-of-factly. "That I would," you laughed, handing her a butter knife. "Stella!" you called again. The 8 year old came running down the stairs, carrying her backpack and another bag. "Did you forget I have dance today?" "I did not forget," you reassured her. She liked to plan things, and got worried quickly if she wasn't kept in the loop. "I'll pick you up at the door by the playground, does that work?" "Actually, I was wondering if I could walk today? A bunch of my friends do, and I feel kind of weird having my mom drop me off." "That should be fine," You nodded. "But stay with the group, don't go off by yourself." "I won't," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "You're so overprotective." "Oh yes, I'm so sorry for trying to keep you safe," you laughed. "Now what do you want for lunch?" Once everything was ready, the four of you made your way out to the car. Stella climbed into the back, and Sophie helped Seraphina get buckled. Even though the three of them bickered a lot (as sisters often do) it wasn't hard to see how much they loved each other. "Everybody buckled?" You asked, looking behind you. When you heard a chorus of confirmation, you started your playlist and smiled when the opening notes of Adore You filtered through the speakers. It was easily one of your favorite songs, and the girls liked it just as much as you did. It wasn't a long drive to the cafe; it took about 15 minutes if traffic was good. The girls' school bus stopped about a block away, so they walked there together every morning. Then after school, they would come back to the shop and read books or finish homework until it was time to close up and go home. You parked in the lot behind the shop, helping the girls out of the car and making sure they had all their things. Seraphina held out her hand, and Stella grabbed it to help her jump over a puddle on the sidewalk. Sophie gasped excitedly. "I think that was the biggest jump you've ever done!" The girls promptly launched into a discussion about who could jump farther as you unlocked the door. As soon as it was open, they made their way over to the mushrooms to find some books for the day. Their voices filled the shop as they chatted about school and the cute boy Stella liked and the kitten they had seen outside their house the other day. You went about your morning duties, flipping on the lights and starting up the coffee machine. You also turned on the oven, preparing to bake the muffins. (They were frozen- who has the time to bake them fresh? Certainly not a mother of 3.) Once the kitchen was ready, you went over to the radio and tuned it to a familiar station, the soft

music adding some pleasant background noise. "Okay girls, it's time to get to the bus stop," you said, leaning over the counter to speak to them. "Don't forget, I'm walking to dance," Stella said, pointing at you as she walked to the door. "I won't forget," you said, pointing back at her. "Have a good day!" "Bye mom," Seraphina waved her small hand at you. "Bye honey, bye Sophia," You smiled, blowing a kiss to the three of them. "See you later!" Once the three of them were gone, you went around to the shelves and straightened up, getting ready for your first customers.

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After the lunch rush had dwindled down and the shop was nearly empty again, you were getting ready to go on your lunch break. You had just leaned down to grab a sandwich from the deli case when the bell above the door jingled, alerting you that a new customer had come in. You straightened up, your eyes going wide when you realized who it was, but you quickly fixed your face and smiled. "Welcome to the Shrooms Cafe!" "Hello," the man smiled back, speaking in a deep British accent. "I saw your sign for boba tea, and I've been looking everywhere to find some. You're the third shop I've been to today, so I'm really hoping you're not sold out like everywhere else," he grinned, coming closer to the counter. "No, we're not out! What kind did you want?" You asked. "Um... probably should have thought about that before I came in," he laughed nervously, looking at the menu above your head. "Oh, don't worry about it, we're not busy right now," you said reassuringly. “Take all the time you need.” He smiled gratefully, stepping off to the side while he read the menu. Meanwhile, you fidgeted with towels and wiped off the work surfaces and tried to pretend you weren’t staring at him. Who could blame you, really? Harry Styles had just walked into your coffee shop. Who wouldn’t stare? “I think…” he spoke again, breaking you out of your trance. “I’ll do the watermelon tea, with strawberry boba, please.” You nodded, laughing lightly. He quirked one eyebrow, smiling along with you. “What’s funny?” “Oh, no, it’s just… of course you would order the one with watermelon.” “Oh,” he smiled, and you thought you detected a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “I guess I do have a bit of a reputation with fruit, don’t I?” “Just a little,” you grinned. “One watermelon tea with strawberry boba, coming right up.” After ringing up the order, you quickly got to work. Instead of his real name, you wrote “watermelon man” on the sticker on the cup. Hopefully he would appreciate your little joke. “Here you are,” you smiled. “I hope it’s good, seeing as you worked so hard to find some.” “I’m sure it’ll be amazing,” he laughed, grabbing a straw from beside the cash register. You also noticed he had dropped a generous tip into the jar, probably while you had been busy making the drink. “Have a nice day,” you smiled. “You as well,” he said with a small wave before he made his way out the door, sipping his drink as he went. You sighed, shaking your head with a small grin as you grabbed the sandwich from earlier and went to a table for your lunch break.

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“Hi mom!” Sophie yelled, holding open the door for Seraphina. “Hi girls!” You called from the back corner of the shop. “I’m by the mushrooms!” The girls quickly found you, Seraphia hugging you and Sophie situating herself on one of the short stools. “How was your day?” You asked. “Good! I gave my report on monarch butterflies and guess what Mrs. Wilson said?” Sophie asked, leaning forward. “What did she say?” “She said it was the best report she had heard all day. She waited until the other kids left so they wouldn’t feel bad, but still,” she said proudly. “Oh wow! I’m so proud of you,” you said, moving over to hug her. “What did I tell you? You can do anything you put your mind to,” you smiled. “Including writing the best report in the whole class, hmm?” She nodded happily before turning away from you to pull a book off the shelf closest to her. “Which one are you starting now?” You asked, leaning over her shoulder to see the book she had. “Anne of Green Gables,” she said. “Oh, I loved those books when I was your age,” you smiled. “I think you’ll really like them.”

She nodded, already immersed in the book. You turned back to Seraphina, who was pulling her folder out of her backpack. “And how was your day, miss Seraphina?” “It was so good, look!” She handed you a paper with two gold stars at the top. “My teacher gave me two gold stars. She said my writing was very good!"

"All that practicing we did must have worked, then!" you said, beaming as you looked at her letters. They were still wobbly, but a huge improvement over how they had been at the beginning of the school year.

She nodded. "And then I colored this picture for you!” She handed you another page. This one had a drawing of you holding hands with her, Sophie, and Stella. The three of you had big smiles and lots of adorable little details. Stella had her hair in a bun and was wearing ballet shoes. Sophie was holding a book in her free hand. Seraphina had drawn herself wearing a shirt with a cat (her favorite animal) on it, and she was wearing her purple socks. Lastly, there was you, holding a cup of coffee and wearing a shirt with a big red heart on it. “Since you like coffee so much,” she explained. “It's beautiful,” you smiled, hugging her. “We’ll hang it on the fridge when we get home, okay?” “Okay,” she agreed. “Why don’t you find a book and read with Sophie for a little bit? We have just over an hour, then we have to go get Stella from dance.” She nodded, handing you the papers and her backpack before running over to the shelves. She grabbed a picture book, settling into the red cushion in the tree and beginning to flip through the pages.

----- “Alright girls, it’s time to pick up Stella,” you said as you wiped off the counter one last time. You had already turned off all the machines and packed up everything else for the day. You flipped the lights off on the way out, smiling a bit when you saw the hand painted sign for boba tea in the window. Harry came into your mind again, with his easy smile, his kind words, and his blushing laugh. You really hoped you would see him again, even though you knew you probably wouldn't. Your shop wasn't very big or well known. How likely was it for him to come to the same little shop in the middle of London again? Still, it didn’t hurt to hope. Maybe he would decide to try the other flavors and stop in again. Your smile spread even further when you started your playlist and Lights Up was the first song to come on. Apparently, it was going to be hard to forget about him.

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles/you fanfiction #harry styles x reader fanfiction #harry styles/reader fanfiction #harrystylesxyou #harry styles x you fanfiction #harrystylesxreader #harry styles/reader #harry styles/you #harry styles x you #harry styles x reader #harry fanfiction #the shrooms cafe

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mercurysstars · 3 years

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The Shadow Thief (part 3)

Summary: What happens when Peter has to work with the girl he hates to possibly save the world.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: Swearing, Blood, Violence.

A/n: Sorry it took me so long to post again! I’ve wrote like 3 different versions of this chapter because I didn’t know what direction to go in just yet.

"Woah, dude. Did you see this?" Y/n held out Peter's phone shoving it in his face.

Y/n had gone over to Peters house early that morning to get the last finishing touches on their project done. So they both reluctantly decided to walk together to school.

Peter snatched his phone out of Y/n's hands as they crossed the street. "How did you even get my phone? It was in my hands." She shrugged and pointed back at the article.

Peter scrolled down the page. Incoming reports say Avengers went on a mission and since gone MIA. How didn't he know about this? And why didn't the Avengers at least tell him they were going to be gone. Peter was confused, to say the least. Were they in trouble? No, they couldn't be they are the earth's mightiest heroes. Right?

"They probably just had to extend their mission and forgot to report back in." Or at least he hoped. He didn't want to think of the latter. He decided after school he would go to the compound and make sure everything was alright.

"If you say so." They walked up the stairs to the second floor of the school. Peter opened the door and they both walked into English. Y/n took her seat next to Mj and Peter next to Ned.

The thought of the Avengers missing did worry Y/n a bit. She wasn't a big fan of superheroes but she also was not, not a fan. It was complicated. Sure she liked the security of having someone to save the day. But she hated that they pretended to be better than everyone else. They judge criminals as they themselves have never done anything wrong. They tend to blame everything on everyone else and never take responsibility.

Y/n felt a nudge to her arm. She turned her head to face Mj. "Penny for your thoughts?"

"No, no it's alright I'm just thinking," Y/n said. She pulled out her laptop and opened her and Peter's presentation to have it ready just in case they had to go first.

Their opening slide was a picture of Anne Frank surrounded by a pretty border and Anne Frank’s name in cursive in the middle. Peter insisted their project had to look nice and not like some shitty last-minute one like she had originally done. Y/n had teased Peter relentlessly about it saying maybe he should be a graphic designer instead of Spider-Man. And he of course huffed and pretended to ignore her.

"Well, you just looked worried. Anyways tell me if you need any help." Y/n gave Mj a grateful smile. Y/n knew Mj could have this cold, hard exterior but she knew she secretly cared.

The bell rang signaling the first period started. The teacher stood up from her desk and walked to the front of the room clasping her hands together. "Good morning class. Today is the first official day for our presentations. We'll be picking who goes first by random. Any questions?"

One girl toward the front of the classroom stuck up her hand "Yes, Betty."

"Did you see the news? About the avengers?" The class erupted within hushed conversation everyone stating their theories of what happened and their worries.

"Alright, class settle down. I did see but we will continue like normal." She said. It kind of seemed like to Y/n she didn't care at all but she didn't really think anything of it.

The phone rang and the teacher quickly excused herself. Y/n picked at her fingers mindlessly. The teacher muttered a few words into the phone and hung up "Y/n, Peter." Her eyes snapped up at the sound of her name "They want you down in the office. And bring your things."

Y/n furrowed her brows. Her eyes met Peters "What did you do?" He mouthed just as confused as her.

What did she do? What the hell did he do. She hasn't done anything wrong. Well, at least nothing she gotten caught for. "Dude if anyone did anything it was you! I've only been here for like 3 weeks." She whispered-yelled back.

He put his hands up defensively. Y/n shoved all of her things in her bag and zipped it up. Mj raised an eyebrow at her and Y/n just shrugged with a clueless look on her face.

Y/n walked over to the door opening it with her free hand while her chrome book was in the other. Peter followed not too far behind. They step out and began to walk down the hallway shoulder to shoulder not a word muttered between them.

The hall was empty. No teacher, no janitor, no late students, not even the common lost freshman. It was strange to Y/n. She turned to Peter "This is weird. It's almost like it's too."

"Quiet." He finished for her. Peter felt off. His spidey sense wasn't alarming him with anything but it was almost like a gut feeling you'd get when some strange guy came up to you at a party being a little too friendly.

"Yeah." Exactly. They continued down the hall both on high alert. When they passed a window Y/n could see two men dressed in suits around the corner through the reflection.

"I think they're following us." She whispered to Peter. Y/n has picked up a thing or two of trying not to be noticed but the men behind them didn't seem like they cared much for subtlety. They had their eyes set on Y/n and Peter taking wide quick steps.

This time his spidey sense went off. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Peter reached for his web-shooters "We need to get out of here."

"You think?" Y/n back said in an aggravated tone. The next time they passed by a window she could see them screw something together slowly by their side.

Y/n glanced down to get a better look, it was a gun. All she could hear was the beating of her heart thumping loudly in her ears. Thinking quickly Y/n shoved Peter into a locker. A bullet whizzed past where his head once was and made a tiny thump when it hit the wall.

His eyes went wide momentarily stunned before he sprung into action. He shot out a web, grabbed the gun out of the man's hand, and flung it across the hall, making sure he couldn't get to it.

The men paused for a minute before muttering something to each other end breaking into a spring toward them. Well mostly at Peter luckily for her but still in her direction. Peter began to fight the one whose gun he had stolen hand to hand. The man got in a punch to Peter's face. Peter tripped him and tied him up with his webs.

The second man was coming toward her. Before she could second guess herself Y/n took her chrome book and slapped the man across the face with it. The man was momentarily shocked and Y/n opened an unlocked locker hitting him in the face. She watched him slide down the lockers unconscious.

More men turned the corner and came down the hallway. Y/n kicked a waist-length garbage can with wheels toward them as a small distraction. Peter grabbed Y/n pulling her into an empty classroom.

Y/n locked the door before she grabbed Peter and dragged him further into the classroom into a supply closet. They both crouched behind a mop bucket leaving the door cracked for a tiny bit of light.

"Would you like to tell me why there's someone outside this classroom trying to blow my brain out!" She huffed.

"Don't ask me. For all, we know they could be after you!" They both flinched as they heard the door handle shake.

"They were attacking you. Shooting at you. And you'd have a bullet in the back of your head if I didn't push you out of the way if I might add." She poked him in the chest.

The men began to start kicking at the door trying to break it down "Maybe if we figure out who they are we can get out of this."

"You know what I have an idea." Y/n reached back and grabbed the gun out of the waistband of her pants. Y/n started not to care much for introductions when they tried to assassinate her. Her motto was to shoot first ask questions later because she was not going down without a fight.

"What the hell Y/n! Where did you even get a gun?" Peter tried to put some distance between them but failed and ended up bumping into a shelf.

"Calm down bug boy I'm not going to shoot you." She rolled her eyes "I grabbed it off the guy while I smashed my laptop over his head."

"You are not shooting anyone!" He exclaimed. He was going to die with a psychopath. A literal psychopath. What would his uncle Ben say if he could see him right now?

"Fine whatever. How many webs do you have left?"

"Only one." He muttered.

"Only one! How the hell do you only have only one web left?" Oh lord. She was going to die in a janitor's closet with an idiot.

"Oh well, I'm sorry I didn't know I would have someone trying to paint the walls with my organs. I must have forgotten to mark it on my calendar!"

"Oh god, Okay." Y/n rubbed her forehead with her free hand.

She took the clip out of her gun and counted the bullets she had. Two. Okay, she could work with that, Somehow. She just had to live long enough to beat Peter up for almost getting them killed.

She turned back to Peter "Alright here's the plan so we are going to jump out of the window and see just how far that web can exactly get us." She could hear the pounds on the door getting more frequent and if she was being honest she was surprised it held this long.

"Are you crazy! You going to get us both killed." He didn't need the answer because he already knew she was. He swore he could see the shadows swirl around her for a moment but as quickly as it was there it was gone.

"Do you have any better ideas because I'm all ears, Parker?" He didn't say anything and just ran a hand through his hair letting out a frustrated sigh.

"That's what I thought." Y/n knew there was a good chance that they get hit by incoming traffic like a bug on a windshield but it was either that or the SWAT team outside.

"Let's get this over with." Said Y/n. They both stepped outside of the closet. The men outside the room gave the door one last kick and it broke off of the hinges. "Go." That was all Peter said.

Y/n shot the window with the two bullets she had. Peter ran over to Y/n and grabbed onto her tightly. They jumped through the window shattering it. Peter shoots out his last web hooking onto a nearby tree. At the peak of the swing, Peter let go of the web. They flew over the traffic narrowly avoiding the cars.

When they finally reached the ground they hit it hard. Peter took most of the impact but Y/n still hit her head. They continued to hold tightly onto each other as they rolled through the grass from the momentum of the swing.

They came to a slow stop and Y/n landed on top of Peter. She slumped off to the side of him and sat up. Peter did the same but with a groan feeling all of the bones in his body.

He noticed blood began to trickle out of Y/n's nose. "You got something." He pointed to her nose.

She wiped under her nostrils with her fingers and then again with the bottom of her shirt without a second thought "Oh, Thanks."

Peter rested his head on his knees. What was he going to do? As much as he didn't like Y/n he felt bad for dragging her into this. "We need to get going they are going to come looking for us soon."

"Where are we going to go?" The light was starting to become too much so Y/n put her hand over her eyes to shield her from the sun. She was starting to get a headache and just wanted to lay down. Peter stood up and dusted off his shirt and pants.

"Avengers compound." He held out a hand to her. She took it and he pulls her up onto her feet. They began to walk toward the street.

"I just don't know how we are going to get there." He added. They made it onto the sidewalk. Y/n was stumbling around so Peter kept his pace slow so she could keep up with him.

Y/n stopped walking "What do you think of this car?" She nodded to a 1997 Honda Accord.

"It's cool I guess." He said confused the car was a little old but he didn't say anything.

"Alright good. Now hand me your web-shooters." She held out her hand toward him.

"Okay?" He didn't really know what she was trying to get at. Peter just assumed she hit her head too hard but he complied anyway.

Y/n crouched down facing the car. She broke his web-shooters over her knee taking out two long curved metal pieces. She handed him back the rest of his broken web-shooters. Peter stared at her wide-eyed as she stuck the two metal pieces into the lock of the car.

"What are you doing." He hissed. Peter walked closer to Y/n trying to cover her as she picked the lock to the car.

"I just gave our problem a solution." She said without looking. She continued to twist the pieces around until she heard a little click. She gave a little cheer and opened the door.

"Yeah by stealing someone's car. Need I remind you is illegal."

" I like to think of it as borrowing. Besides I will happily leave you if you wish." She rolled her eyes. God, her head was throbbing.

Y/n took the plastic cover off of the steering column. There were three sets of wires and she grabbed the middle one. Y/n cut the red and blue wire. She touched the wires together until she heard the car start. She smiled to herself and lastly twisted the wires together.

She turned to Peter "Are you getting in or what?"

Peter looked around and then sighed "Fine, but I'm driving."

"What? No way, you don't even look old enough to drive." She crossed her arms.

"You have a concussion so I'm our best bet at not dying." He gave Y/n a sarcastic smile.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes but got out of the driver's seat.

"You know if you keep rolling your eyes they are going to get stuck like that." She flicked him off and he laughed.

Y/n basically collapsed into the passengers seat. Peter closed his door and started the car. He pulled into the street and Y/n rested her head against the window. The cool glass felt nice against her forehead. She notice a bruise on Peter's pale cheek from when he got hit earlier.

Every now and again he would glance at Y/n to see how she was doing. He figured she must not feel the best because she hasn't said one witty remark since they got into the car.

He hoped by now the Avengers were back at the compound and could Tell them what's going on and who was following them.

He looked over to her again and she had her eyes close. He jabbed her with his elbow "Hey, don't fall sleep. You might not wake back up."

"Hmm Okay." She said but didn't budge.

"I'm serious Y/n, open your eyes." Peter was starting to get worried. It wasn't that he cared about her. But he didn't know what to do with a dead body. Or at least that's what he told himself.

"Don't get your panties into a bunch, my eyes are open."

They pulled into the road of the compound. When it came into view Y/n suddenly sat up wide eyed "Holy shit."

"What?" Peter took his eyes off of Y/n and followed her line of sight.

"What the fu-"

Part 4

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karlajoyner · 3 years

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Strawberry Lipgloss (Carrie Wilson x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys! This is my first girl x girl so I hope the requester and everyone else enjoyed it! I'm also working on my first male x male so I'm excited for that! Definitely my first time branching out into doing a lot more with my writing so I hope you guys are liking it so far. I'm working on an Owen smut next and trying to get through my requests! So thanks for reading!!💙

Requested by: lonelygranger (Wattpad)

Warnings: Bullying (kinda sorta)

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The final bell of the day rang signifying class was over. I stood up rushing out of the classroom knowing the hallways would be packed any moment with students trying to leave as well.

"Hey Molina" I heard a familiar voice call from behind me as I put my chemistry textbook in my locker. I sighed shutting my eyes. Turning around slowly.

"Carrie" I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Y/n. I just thought I'd remind you how much of a freak show you are like always"

"Thank you for that. Anything else?"

"Yeah. You should really keep your sister in check with her little hologram boy band. You know before she gets hurt" The girl said making sure to bump my shoulder as she passed by me.

I internally groaned hitting the locker behind me watching as she strutted away.

"Hey are you okay?" I heard my older sisters voice.

I turned my head to see her and her best friend rushing towards me in a panic.

"What'd that witch do to you now?"

"The same as always Flynn. Insult me bump my shoulder and walk away" I said using jazz hands to show the flatness in my excitement.

"I just don't understand why she has it out for me"

"It's all my fault y/n. I'm so sorry" Julie said as we walked out the schools front entrance.

"It's okay Jules. I'll be fine. You know I'll just continue to deal with Carrie for the rest of my high school years until you two graduate. I'll just continue let her to bully me. And I'll just continue cry myself to sleep every night because the pop princess that bullies the hell out of me also happens to be the girl I've had a crush on since my sister first brought her over the very first day of middle school"

I ranted watching my dads car pull up to the front of the school.

"We'll finish talking later" Julie said opening the front door and getting in.

"Call me if you two need anything"

"Thanks Flynn. See you later" Julie called after her best friend who walked in another direction.

"Bye Flynn!" My dad called after the girl as well.

"Mija are you gonna get in or am I just gonna hold up traffic all day"

I heard my dads voice from inside the vehicle. But my focus was on the blonde boy who had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. Her boyfriend. Clearly not wanting to be standing beside her while she chatted away with the rest of dirty candy.

"Hey get in weirdo" I sighed getting in the car, shutting the door behind me.

"What's your problem?"

"I'm not in the mood Carlos" I spoke to my little brother as we drove off.

"Ooo someone's a bit moody"

"Dad leave her alone. She's had a tough day" Julie explained.

"Nothing a little family movie night can't fix. What do you say kids?"

"I call dibs on picking the movie!" Carlos shouted before anyone else could call it.

I woke up the next morning with determination. Putting on my best outfit. Waking up extra early to do my hair. And I even put a bit more makeup than usual.

Carrie Wilson had been bullying me ever since her and Julie had that falling out and I was tired of it.

I don't know if it was the sugar adrenaline of the large amount of candy I had eaten the night before during the movie. Or if I was just that fed up with the girl but today I put an end to her once and for all.

I walked downstairs with a pep in my step. The smell of waffles hitting my nose.

"There she is my other beautiful daughter" My dad spoke handing me a plate of waffles.

"Hey dad"

"D-did you do your hair?" Julie asked as I took a seat beside her at the table.

"I did"

"Why?"

"Because my dear sister today I am a new person"

"A weird person"

"Carlos" My dad warned the boy.

"It's okay dad. Not even little Carlitos could ruin my mood today" I said pinching his cheeks.

Satisfied with his look of disgust I took a bit out of my breakfast.

"Okay who are you and what have you done with my little sister?" Julie questioned only earning a smirk from me.

"I'm only a year younger Jules but if you must know. Well your just gonna have to wait until lunch time" I spoke before continuing to eat.

Lunch time rolled around quicker than I expected. I had spent the whole morning mentally preparing myself until that bell rang.

Walking out of class I immediately spotted Julie and Flynn sitting at our usual table in the cafeteria. I smiled at them as they waved me over excitedly.

Slowly but surely I began to walk my way over to them with confidence only to be stopped by someone blocking my path.

"Well if it isn't the loner of the two Molina sisters. I mean seriously get some friends your own age y/n"

"I didn't hear you complaining before you and Julie fell out"

"Oh wow look at you. Finally sticking up for yourself" She smirked.

"And for your information I was just being nice. You were always annoying chasing after us" She spat. My heart breaking a little bit more than usual.

As if on cue Nick made his way towards us. Like many other times he tried to get Carrie to leave Julie and me alone.

But this time it was different.

I smirked at the girl in front of me taking her boyfriends hand. Pulling him close to and planting a kiss on his lips. Immediately hearing gasps from the people around me.

I pulled away watching Nicks face contort in confused daze.

And the look on Carries face was priceless. Her signature smirk was wiped off her face as her eyes glossed up.

I didn't get the chance to get a word out before I felt her grab me by the wrist and drag me away from the big scene in the middle of the cafeteria.

"Carrie let me go!" I shouted as she dragged me down the halls.

"Where are you taking me? Carrie!" I yelled as she opened an unfamiliar door shoving me inside.

Immediately assuming it was the music room. Noting all the instruments I turned back to the girl in anger.

"What are we doing here?" I asked as she shut the door behind us.

"Why would you do that?"

"Why do you think?"

"D-do you like Nick or something?"

She asked clearly ticked off.

"You think I like Nick? Seriously?" I asked as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Well do you or not?"

"Of course I don't. I only kissed him to get back at you" I watched relief wash over her face as we stood there in silence before I spoke again.

"You know? I'm just tired of your shit Carrie. You've been bullying me since you and Julie stopped being friends. I just don't understand. We used to get along so well. Then all of a sudden you hated me" I spoke leaning against the wall.

"I don't hate you" She stated my eyes falling onto her.

She quickly made her way towards me stopping a few inches away from me.

"W-what are you doing?" I whispered watching her eyes closely to see them looking down at my.....my lips?

"Just don't say anything for a second" I bit my lip as she slowly leaned in.

Taking the opportunity I met her halfway. Our lips dancing against each other's.

The taste of her strawberry lipgloss making butterflies erupt in my stomach.

I wrapped my hand around her waist pulling her closer. Smiling into the kiss as she pushed me up against the wall behind me.

I was first to pull away seeing a pink tinge take over he cheeks. No doubt my face had a similar hue.

"Can I say something now?" I asked as she playfully rolled her eyes.

"Yes y/n"

"I like you Carrie. A lot. I've liked you since I first met you. And I know your with Nick but-"

"But I was gonna break up with him anyways. We've been having problems for a while now"

"Really?" I asked fidgeting with the ends of her cropped cardigan.

"Yes really. Look I know I've been putting up this mean front but truth is I've always had a crush on you too. I just thought you would hate me when Julie and I fell out. Especially since she's your sister. I just thought you'd side with her. So I did what I do best. I played the mean girl" She spoke her eyes glossing up.

"Hey don't feel bad. I understand everything now. I know you and my sister aren't in the best of places right now but I'm sure she's gonna support this 100% like she always has" I spoke caressing her cheek. Softly smiling as she leaning into my touch.

"You think so?"

"I know so" I smiled pecking her lips once more. A grin plastering itself on her face.

"Your so beautiful" I simpered.

"You are too Molina. You look extra beautiful today with your hair and makeup done"

"You noticed?"

"I always noticed. And though you look amazing now you look just as good with your everyday makeup look. And no makeup at all for that matter. Maybe you could show me how you to do it sometime" She suggested gazing into my eyes.

"I guess I could give my pop princess a few pointers. Though you don't really need them" I said intertwining our fingers.

"I guess I should go break up with Nick. You know before someone catches us"

"I'll be here waiting"

"You better be. We've got a lot of catching up to do"

"It seems we do" I spoke before kissing her cheek.

"Maybe you could teach me some of your dirty candy moves" I proposed as she leaned her forehead on mine.

"Or you could just join dirty candy and learn with everyone else"

"Let's get one thing straight here Wilson. You're the star. And I'm perfectly okay with being your loving supporting girlfriend from the sidelines"

"Girlfriend? I like the sound of that" She grinned.

"So do we have ourselves a deal?"

"Yeah. Just as long as I get to call you my girlfriend"

"Sounds good.....but"

"But?" She asked her smile slightly faltering.

"Can we hold off on going public for a while?"

"Why?" She pouted.

"Well it's just your gonna break up with Nick and I don't want him to think it's because of us"

"But it is because of us" She stated making me send her a pointed look.

"Fine. I'm sure he won't mind but if you wanna hold off on telling people I guess we could play the best friend card for a while. But not too long. I want to show you off to everyone"

"And you will. When the time comes" I said pulling her in for a hug.

"My house after school?" I nodded watching her remove something small from her school bag.

"Here. So you could think of me while your in class" She spoke pinning a custom made enamel pin that read Dirty Candy.

"I always think about you" I stated hearing the first bell ring.

"We should go" I said as we walked to the double door separating once we exited.

I spent rest of the school day with a smile plastered on my face excited to see my newly found girlfriend after school.

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Up Next: Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Alex x Male Reader

Luke Patterson x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Jeremy x Reader

Charlie x Reader

Reggie x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Owen Patrick Joyner x Reader

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

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hollanderfangirl · 3 years

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Nothing lasts forever |Harry Holland|

A/N: K, I wrote this for you. @in-a-lot-of-fandoms-tbh congratulations on 1k!!! I wrote this through a writer's block so yeah not my best work

Warnings: angst, mentions of divorce, Harry being a dick

Word count: 3k

They say love conquers all. But it’s not that simple, is it? You meet, you fall in love, you think that love is enough and when things start to go downhill, you realise that it isn’t, after all. It’s the effort, time, circumstances, along with hundreds of other things. You make promises of being together forever but nothing lasts forever. Nothing. And when the promises break? You get your heart broken. But a heart that’s broken is a heart that’s been loved. How can something so perfect, something that brought you so much happiness, something you thought would be yours forever, go so wrong?

When you and Harry got married, everyone knew you were one of those couples who make you believe in ‘together forever’. You had met when you were teenagers and neither of you thought the relationship would last even six months. But there you were, seven years later, having the most extravagant wedding, vowing to never leave each other’s side and to support one another through it all.

The first two years of marriage was a honeymoon period, you both were having the best time of your lives, going on dates often, cooking together, falling asleep next to each other, you wondered how you even got so lucky. You joined him on most of his trips, you both travelled across the beautiful cities of Europe and America together and nothing else really mattered. You loved him more than anything in the world, and he loved you, what else did you need?

When your work was piling up, you knew that you had to go back, although neither of you wanted to leave each other. He was away from you more often, working on sets and filming his own movies, but you were quite used to it to say the least. Spending away nights of frustrations all alone, with no one there for you. But you didn’t complain, you could never do that. You could never stand in the way of Harry and his career.

Two years later, on Christmas Day, you held your daughter in your arms, a healthy and beautiful baby. You and Harry had never been more happy and overwhelmed.

“So what should we name her?” he asked you while gently rocking her to sleep.

“Noelle,” you smiled. “She really decided to make Christmas even more special”

Over the years, you were so proud of your little family, you would often look at Noelle and Harry, playing or reading together and the ‘father-daughter bonding time’ as Harry liked to call it. She was more fond of Harry than you, and that was why it was even harder for her than it was for you. You regretted it so many times, you didn’t want to give it all up, to give him up. But it was becoming so difficult, taking care of a small child all on your own, along with Harry acting like a child himself. It was far too much responsibility than you could handle. You loved him, you really did, but love is never enough.

Now you were cooking in the kitchen with Noelle sitting on the counter, reciting her lessons from school.

“But mommy! We have holidays coming up now!”

“Yes and you will have all the time to play and enjoy, ok?”

“And there’s something else too,” she giggled.

“Oh is it?” you pretend to think.

“Yes! It’s my birthday”

“That’s right, you’ll spend your birthday with grandma and grandpa and your uncles”

“Will daddy be there?”

“Hopefully yeah,” you sigh.

“Will you be there?”

“Of course, sweetie. Mommy would never miss your birthday party,” you pinch her cheeks.

“Why don’t you and daddy ever want to meet?” she speaks up after a minute.

“Baby… daddy and I…” you honestly didn’t know how to phrase it. “We just kind of don’t… talk anymore, you know?”

“Like Tina and me?”

“Yes, exactly like you and Tina”

“But you told me that I should not be angry at her and we should become friends again”

“That is for you, the thing between me and daddy is much more complicated”

“What does complicated mean?”

You chuckle, the questions never end.

You step out of the car into the bitter cold December wind in front of the Holland household. It had been a while since it had snowed this heavy, and you were worried if you would be able to drive in this weather.

“Here you go,” you say as you hand over Noelle to Sam.

“Gosh it’s so cold today, what are you even going to do?” he asks you.

“Go back to the office I don't really have anywhere to be”

“You're gonna work through Christmas? Take some time off, why don’t you stay with us?”

“Sam no-”

“Come on, y/n. How long will you keep avoiding him this way?”

“I- ”

“And what about Noelle’s birthday?”

“I’ll come and visit for a few hours on 25th”

“Y/n, this will always be your home too, with or without Harry. We would love to have you over for Christmas”

“Mommy please, I’m feeling cold out here,” Noelle says reaching out her tiny hands out to you from Sam’s arms.

“Okay fine,” you laugh.

As you get inside the house, Noelle jumps off from Sam and starts running into the house.

“Daddy!”

“Oh my little princess I’ve missed you!” you see Harry run from the living room, picking up Noelle and kissing her forehead. “How have you been? Have you been good? Otherwise who’s gonna get all the gifts?” he pretended to say in a childlike voice.

Your heart warmed up at the sight, your lips curling into a smile. It had been so long since you had seen the two of them reunited like this. Everytime you went to drop Noelle off at Harry’s house, you just waved from the car, not even caring about what happened afterwards.

He seemed a little surprised to see you there and you weren’t sure if it was a good surprise or not.

“Y/n… hi”

“Hey Harry”

“You um changed your hair”

“And you’re wearing the same old sweater”

“No this is a new sweater it’s uh-” he says trying not to continue with an awkward silence. “It’s the old sweater,” he shrugs, making you smile

"Y/n! What a surprise," Nikki calls you from the living room. "It's so nice to have you here over Christmas, everyone misses you so much"

You walk over to meet everyone as Noelle calls Sam to the side.

"Hmm what's up?" he asks the little girl.

"I know how mum and daddy can talk"

He lets out a laugh. "What? And why's that?"

"Mommy said that she and daddy don't talk anymore and that's the only problem. We just have to find a way for them to talk and become friends again"

"What's your plan, genius?"

And then she told him.

After dinner that night, you were sitting on the front porch with Sam. He was your friend, someone who you could always turn to. All of Harry's family was like that. When you both got divorced, you thought you would lose contact with the Hollands, you didn't want to lose them too because they were just like your own family but the bond didn't change, Sam helped you get through it, just like he helped Harry and he was the one who had tried to resolve things between you both.

"I still don't understand. You both were doing just fine, better than fine. All of you were so happy, what even happened?"

"Sam… Harry and I haven't even talked about what went wrong between us. Everytime we tried to talk, something came in between"

"Then talk now, you have plenty of time"

"How does it even matter now?"

"It does. I've seen how miserable you two are, you don't even want to see each other. I know you both still have something"

"We have Noelle," you say as a matter of factly.

"You know what I mean. You both love each other"

"See that's the thing with love. Love doesn't help me take care of a four year old all on my own, Sam. She misses him so much. She just keeps asking me when she'll get to see her father. He never made time for us"

"I know he's been a kind of a jerk"

You raise an eyebrow at him.

"Okay a big jerk, but he cares about you and Noelle. I'm not asking you to get back together but at least talk and resolve whatever beef you both have"

"We can't"

"Why?"

"It's just… I don't even know"

There was a long silence. If it was summer, you would have been hearing the crickets chirping but at this hour of a cold winter night, all you could hear was the faint distant noise of the faraway traffic.

"How about this, you both go out tomorrow, just for an hour or two, hang out, talk, just say whatever you had been holding in all this time"

"You're setting us up on a date?"

"Not a date. You both just need to talk, right? So you just need some alone time"

"Has Harry agreed to this?"

"He definitely would"

"No, it'll be too much. And what about Noelle?"

"What about her? We're all here to take care of her. You just go and talk this over"

You lay awake at night thinking about the happy times you had with Harry. How did things go so so wrong?

Two years earlier

"Harry, the opening ceremony is on Friday, it's huge for the company!"

"Yes I know, love. I really wish I could make it"

"What… do you mean?"

"I'll be leaving for Atlanta two days from now"

"But it's important to me and everyone will be asking for you"

"I'm so sorry, baby but I have to go"

"You've done a great job, y/n. Where's Harry? I'd love to meet him," your manager asks you at the after party of the opening ceremony.

"He couldn't make it tonight. He really wanted to be here"

"Where's your husband, miss y/l/n? This is such a big day for you!" another one of your colleagues asked you later that night.

"He's really disappointed he couldn't be here but duty calls," you tried to hide your loneliness and sadness through a smile.

"Y/n! I haven't seen Harry tonight…"

"How's the movie coming up?" you were talking to Harry at 2 in the morning, time zones were driving the both of you crazy.

"It's going great! The location is amazing, I think we could shoot the whole film here. I just wish you were here I miss you so much"

"I miss you too, just come back home," listening to his voice seemed to make you even lonelier.

"I will," you hear music playing in the background and the noise of people cheering and talking.

"What's happening there?"

"Ah they're throwing a party in my honour, it's been such a success-" you heard a woman laugh right beside him.

"So are you having a good time?"

"Yes I am I just-"

"Then you should go back to it. Bye"

"But y/n-"

You were still working when he came back from the airport and you immediately rushed home after you were free.

When you saw him, you felt as though you were seeing a stranger. He looked different and he felt different and he looked tired than ever. Nevertheless you jumped on him and hugged him tight, making sure he was real.

"Oh god I've missed you, more than you could ever know," he stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Really? Then show me how much you've missed me," you say as you lead him into your shared bedroom.

"I'm so sorry I missed your opening, darling I really wanted to be there"

"It's alright, we have another celebration next month, you can meet everyone there"

"Oh I can't make it to that either, I have to get away again after three weeks"

"But you just came back! And Noelle is just two years old, how do you expect me to take care of her and go to work?"

"There's nothing I can do, y/n. The contracts have already been signed. This is my big break, it's important to me"

"And our marriage is not? Your daughter is not?"

"You both are the most important to me," he put his calloused hands on your cheeks. "But you knew this was what our life would be when you married me"

"Everything has changed since then, Harry. We have a child now and we're so happy here. Why do you have to go away halfway across the world for months"

"Nothing has changed. I still love you the same and our careers are still as important to us as before"

"You could have at least talked to me about this"

"Yes I'm sorry. Everything will be alright once I return, I just have to go now"

Harry couldn't focus on work that day. He just kept replaying the conversation he had with you before leaving.

'I can't lose her. I really can't," he thought. 'Oh my god I love her, I love her so much. We have to find a way to make this work'

And ten thousand miles away from him, you sat all alone on the bed, thinking, 'this will not work, we're so happy, why does he want to give all of this up?'

"We're not teenagers anymore, y/n. Now I want something and you want something else, our worlds are different"

"So we just let it go?"

"I'm not saying that we have to let anything go, but it's my career, y/n. For the first time in my life, things have finally started to move and I don't want to lose anything"

"Harry… I have always supported your career. I have always supported your dreams. But you can have everything you want right here with me and Noelle. You don't have to leave"

"You're not even trying to understand"

"I'm understanding everything. I can't do this anymore, I'm not another one of your fans, Harry. I can't just keep on chasing you like this"

"Ice skating? Really?" you say as you see the long sheet of ice that lay on the ground in front of you, there were only a few people as it was a cold day. Everyone was probably snuggled up in bed with some warm coffee rather than going out on a date with their ex husband.

"We can go somewhere else if you want, there's a restaurant-"

"No this is fine. After all Noelle chose it"

He helps you put on your skates and you both hold each other, trying not to lose balance until you reach the ice rink.

"Ah that's it," he lets go of your arm but still holds your hand in his.

"Wait what did you mean Noelle chose it?"

"You don't know your daughter, Mr Holland. She's grown up to be quite the matchmaker," you laugh.

"You remember how we used to come here?" you smile at the memories, you and Harry used to go ice skating almost every week in winters. Although neither of you were the best at it, you loved the times you spent falling and laughing and later on having hot chocolate in each other's arms.

"Yeah," he tries to hold your other hand as well. "You remember the Christmas Noelle was born? I miss taking her out ice skating"

"Of course I remember," you sigh. "Eighteen hours of labor, and I was alone. You couldn't even make it in time for the birth of your own daughter"

"She was supposed to be born in January, how could I have known she would come in so early?"

"Well you always have the excuses ready, don't you?"

"It's not an excuse, it's more of an explanation. The flights were all booked, I mean it was Christmas! And I did reach the hospital in time"

"You reached the hospital when she was all cleaned up and in my arms"

He stays silent for a few moments and then speaks, with a gentler tone. "Y/n I'm sorry, I really am"

"You always said that, yet you never did anything to understand what went wrong"

"I was just so caught up in my life, I mean… there was so much work. I know I didn't spend much time with you both and-"

"It wasn't even about spending time, Harry. The thing is, you were never there for us. When I needed you the most, you weren't there. Even your brother understood that I needed someone but you didn't. You're just so-" you choked on the words.

"I know, and all I can say is that I've messed up, big time. I know you can't forgive me"

"Oh I've forgiven you a long time ago, Harry"

His hair was all messed up from the wind, going wild in all directions like a crown on his head. His nose and cheeks were turning red from the cold and all you wanted in that moment, was just kiss him. You wanted to feel his cold lips on yours until they turned warm. You wanted to hold his hair in your fingers, you wanted to touch him, you wanted to feel him. You wanted everything you once had. You wanted him back.

"I remember everything about you, you know?" he spoke up. "How can I ever forget? I remember how much you loved reading and how you hated it when I left my clothes on the floor. And how you keep your socks on during sex"

"You just had to bring that up" you roll your eyes and laugh.

"The thing is, I love you. I always have, even now when we're.... over, I still love you. I never got over you"

"Harry-"

"Y/n, what we had, it was something else. You're… the only woman I've actually ever loved in my life"

"And you're the only one who I've loved in my life. But we can't go back now"

"Why? Why can't we give it another chance? Give us another chance?"

"It didn't work the first time, why do you think it'll work now?"

"I don't. But I'm miserable without you and we're different now. I've lost you once and I'll never make you feel like I'm busy for you, ever again"

"Are you sure? I'm tired, Harry. I'm so tired, I really cannot go through this if everything goes wrong again"

"It won't. I promise you, let's give us another chance, please?"

You looked into his eyes and you knew the answer.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 4 years

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Fresh start part 9

Loved writing this part. It is long, but worth it.

Warning: This does talk about reader being kid napped.

It had been a few weeks since that night out after the win. Everything just seemed to have fallen into place. You both knew the demands of your jobs but you still made it work, you both knew soon you would have to tell Liv, it was getting harder and harder to hide it. If he was still at the office when you finished, you would swing by with dinner, or he would come past your place on his way home for a cuddle. On weekends he took you out on the most romantic dates. Granted most of those times lead to heavily making out and extremely heavy petting, but you guys were taking things slow, enjoying each other. You both felt so deeply about each other you wanted to make it work.

****

You had just finished an afternoon shift with Nick on Friday. You were slowly getting used to afternoon and night shifts at SVU. He was going to Amanda's and you were headed to Rafael's for the weekend, secretly hoping this was the weekend you guys would take everything to the next level, you would have too soon, things were getting too intense and it was getting hard for you both to stop when it got to that point.

8.05 pm-You: Just finished my Rafi! On my way to get a taxi! Can't wait to see you xx

8.09 pm- Rafael: OK mi Hermosa, see you soon! Promise this weekend won't disappoint xx

You stood outside the priciest for a few minutes waiting for a taxi to drive past. But it wasn’t unusual that there were no taxis this time of night on a Friday. You started to walk up to the next block which met a cross street hoping for better luck. “Not many people around” you thought to yourself as you walked. Your mind was filled with happy thoughts, about what the weekend may hold and butterflies flying around your tummy just thinking about it. Rafael treated you so well, sometimes you wondered if you really deserved him after all. You had seen a completely different side to him, a side you were falling in love with, and a side that was just for you.

You had just about walked past the ally and about to step up on the side walk, when you felt an arm grab you around your middle from the back, pinning your arms to your side and before you could scream, cold metal to your temple.

"A pretty little Detective like you shouldn't be walking around by herself this time of night. Didn't Benson teach her squad better?" You were frozen in place not knowing what to do.

"Sweetheart, you’re going to come with me now on a little adventure, and if you scream I'm going to put a bullet in that pretty little head of yours".

Tears starting rolling down your face. The man, who you hadn't seen his face yet, pushed you towards a car parked down a bit in the ally, still holding the gun to your head. He opened the back door and threw you in on the back seat. It was so dark you couldn't see his face; he got rope and tied your hands to the door so you were forced to lay down across the seat. He grabbed your bag, opened it, pulled out your phone, threw it on the ground smashing it and then stomped it with the heel of his foot. He then pulled out your wallet, pulled out the cash and handy card and then threw the empty wallet and your bag with your badge in it to the side. He got in the driver's side and started to drive.

Finally through the tears and the street lights, you managed to get a look at the guys face in the review mirror. You almost passed out in shock....William Lewis...... how was he out of jail? What was he doing with you?

You didn't know much about what happened between him and Liv. Only what you had seen and read, it was before your time at SVU and never came up in conversation, so you never asked.

“Don’t worry yourself Detective, as long as Benson does what she is told, you'll be fine, and you’ll get to see that ADA boyfriend of yours again."

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Rafael was so excited for the weekend he had planned. A Romantic dinner and theatre show tomorrow night, breakfasts in bed, and hopefully something more. He was finding it hard to control himself, and he knew you were too, but he didn’t want to ruin it. He was enjoying himself with you and was starting to fall hard for you, but it was too soon to say anything like that just yet. You understood him; you liked him the way he was. You knew his fears about relationships after everything that had happened to him in the past, always being pushed aside for someone else or just there for a root and boot. He knew and understood your fears as well, your last relationship really took a lot out of you. You were different and he knew that. He was worried about the age difference, you weren't. He was worried you might meet someone younger and leave him. But you reassured him in ways he had never been before. He just wanted to be with you whenever he could. He looked at his phone, 9 pm and you still weren't there. Even on busy nights, it never took this long to get to his place.

9.01-Rafael: Where are you Hermosa?

10 minutes later, still no reply. That's odd he thought, but he let it go for 10 more minutes, maybe there was traffic or your phone battery had died. He picked up his phone and called, straight to voice mail. This was strange; he had never heard your voice mail before, you always answered.

9.30 with another text sent and couple more calls, still nothing, straight to voice mail. He looked through his phone, he didn't want to call Liv, she didn't know about you guys yet and he didn't want to put his foot in it just in case your phone battery had died. He kept looking through his contacts and came to Nick’s. He didn’t get along with your partner at all, not since the Alex case, but he needed to know you were safe and he knew Nick did care about you. You guys had this weird bond. He dialled the number, it rang out and went to voice mail so he called again, after 4 rings Nick answered;

"Barba, it's Friday night, I'm off duty"

"Have you heard from Y/N? She messaged me saying she was on her way, she still isn't here, I have messaged and called her, just goes to voice mail."

“She left when I did, maybe her phone has died, relax Barba" and he hung up.

10.....10.10......10.20.....10.30.......10.40

Call after call, message after message, you still weren't there and still going to voice mail! He went into his contacts and called Liv

"Barba, everything ok?"

"Uh....Y/N was meant to be here around 8.30, she still isn't, she isn't answering messages and it's going to voice mail. Something has happened, I'm worried."

"Oh, OK! Let me try and I'll call you back."

Liv hung up and tried to call you, straight to voice mail. This wasn't like you, even on weekends and early hours of the morning you answered your phone, this was the first time she even heard your voice mail.

Liv called Barba back,

" Meet me at the predict."

Liv called Fin on the way and filled him in and asked him to come in.

Rafael rushed down into the bullpen straight into Liv's office. Fin was on the phone to TARU, who was tracing your phone. Liv walked in behind him and put her hand on his shoulder;

"It’s going to be OK" he huffed back at her frowning.

Fin got off the phone, "Her cell phone last pinged from the ally at the end of the block, let's check it out."

The 3 of them walked out of the building down to the ally, Fin and Liv had a police torch each, they knew how dark that ally was at night. They turned them on as they rounded the corner into it.

"Oh No" said Liv, she looked down and seen your smashed phone, Rafael almost threw up. “Over here" yelled Fin, there was your bag, badge and empty wallet. Rafael walked over to a wall and lent on it so he had support in case he fainted. Next minute Liv's phone was ringing via video from an Unknown number. Fin put the torch up to her face for light and she answered,

"Hello Olivia, I've missed you!" It was Lewis, "I ‘am disappointed in you Olivia, don't you teach your new pretty detectives night street skills?" He flipped the camera around to you in the back seat with your hands bound to the door, and your mouth ducked tapped. Your eyes were red and puffy from crying. Fin caught Liv as she lost her balance like she had all the air knocked out of her; tears came to Rafael’s eyes.

"Do as I say Olivia, or she will enjoy me as much as you did." And he hung up.

Fin grabbed his phone out of his pocket and dialled Amanda, “You and Nick need to get the station now, Lewis has Y/N".

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Nick and Amanda ran into the station, into Liv’s office,

"What do you mean Lewis has Y/N? He's been locked up." Said Nick

"He escaped." Said Liv, "he tricked everyone and got away. He grabbed Y/N as she walked down the block to get a taxi, we have the footage. He held a gun to her head. We found her phone smashed; he took her money and handy card with them, and left the empty wallet, her badge and bag in the ally. We have a trace on the card, but no hits yet. He called while we were in the ally, he has her tied up to the car door and mouth ducked tapped, he used a burner cell that can’t be traced and we are still trying to work out what car he is driving"

Rafael was sitting on Liv's couch with his head in his hands trying to hold it together as much as he could, Nick started to walk towards him.

“I’m sorry Barba, I should have taken you more seriously", Rafael raised his hand to stop Nick from talking,

“You have the be the worst person to be partnered with in the whole of the NYPD! WHY DIDN'T YOU DRIVE HER TO ME? Instead of letting her catch a cab" he yelled, Nick walked out before he lost his cool.

Liv followed him out, Amanda was close behind, “You two need to get to the prison now and find out how the hell this happened." Nick and Amanda both walked out headed to where Lewis escaped from.

Liv walked back into her office to Fin and Rafael, her phone buzzed with a new message from an Unknown number. It was a video, Liv gasped, Fin and Rafael rushed up to her side. It was a video of you, you looked like a mess;

“Liv, William wants me to tell you; you know what you have to do, tell the truth" You said through tears. “William said you have 48 hrs" you sobbed. “Tell....tell Rafael, I love him."

And the video ended! Fin and Liv both looked at Rafael with their mouths opened and they seen he had tears rushing down his face.

****

The next 48 hours was a blur, Lewis moved you around so much and kept giving you vodka, you didn't even know where you were. Liv had made a live confession that what she said during the trail was false and she was sorry for what she did to Lewis. Liv finally had enough when Lewis sent her a photo of you being hung up on a metal frame by your hands at what looked like a quarry.

She didn’t have to the heart to show Barba, he was already a mess as it was, but she knew you were still alive, which was the main thing for now. Liv had a soft spot for you, you reminded her of her young self. She was so glad she had you on the team, and you knew how to keep Nick in line and how to handle Barba at the best of times. She couldn’t bear to see what happened to her, happen to you now you and Barba were a thing. What happened to her, cost her, her relationship. She was older and married to the job, you were young with your whole career ahead of you and had a man that she knew adored you by the way he reacted to the video. She couldn’t let this affect your future like it had hers. She did what he wanted and came to him when he told her too.

He brought her into the room where you were tied up, Liv rushed over to you and put her hands on your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

“It’s going to be ok Y/N, I’m here now Sweetie”, before he pushed her away from you and tired her to the table in the corner of the room.

Nick, Amanda and Fin knew something was wrong when Liv didn't turn up the next day and she wasn’t answering her phone. They traced her phone and the GPS last pinged at the quarry.

What felt like forever was finally over, you remember Liv and Lewis fighting, and click sounds back and forth, you had been forced fed vodka and you were that dehydrated everything was blurry like a dream. Your eyes shut most of the time, falling in and out of sleep and your whole body ached from being tied this way for far too long. You remember hearing a gunshot, yelling and then Nick’s voice telling you everything was OK and that he was here now. He held up your body while Fin untied your arms and you blacked out as soon as you hit his shoulder.

****

"I have heard a lot about you two! Haven't done a very good job of looking after her have you. You should both be ashamed of yourselves." You slowly opened your eyes, the room was dim, and you let your eyes adjust.

Your Mum was standing next to you holding your hand; which had a cannula in it, Nick was standing at the end of the bed with his head down and Rafael on your other side looking at the floor next to him. None of them saw you waking up.

"Don’t be like that Mum, they may not be perfect in your eyes but they are in mine." You said with a little smile.

"Oh sweetheart" your mum lent down and kissed you on the forehead.

"My Raf" you looked over at him with tears in your eyes, he put his forehead to yours, and you felt his warm tear drops land on your chest on top of your hospital gown neck. He stepped away and brushed your cheek with the back of his hand with a small smile.

You let go of your mum's hand and reached out for Nick, he walked around, grabbed it and kissed your knuckles. You looked at him,

"Next night shift we do, you need to drive me where ever I need to go when we clock off, even if it’s to Brooklyn." You said with a giggle.

“I’m so sorry, I completely understand if you want a new partner". You squeezed his hand,

“Don’t be silly partner. I need you now more than ever" he gave you a small smile back.

“I’ll go and call Liv, tell her you’re awake." He kissed you on the top of your head and turned to your mum,

“How about I take you to a late lunch, I'll drop you back at Y/N apartment so you can shower and rest?"

Your Mum looked at you, “Go mum, I'll be fine, Raf is here."

Your Mum walked over and kissed you on your cheek. "I’ll be back later, you look after her". Looking at Rafael, and she walked out with Nick.

You adjusted yourself to sit up in your bed. Rafael helped. You needed water; your mouth was so dry and felt like sand paper. You patted your hand on the bed so he could sit down across from you, and he took both your hands in his, careful of your hand with the cannula in it. You had a lump in your throat, but you swallowed it down, tears came to of your eyes,

"I thought I would never see you again Rafael. I meant what I said in the video, I love you Raf, so much! I know it's too soon and I understand if you don't feel the same...."

He didn't give you a chance to finish, his lips were on yours. This was the sweetest most loving kiss he had ever given you; he pulled away and put his forehead to yours.

"I love you with my whole heart mi Hermosa."

You looked up at him, “He didn’t do anything to me Raf, and it was more emotional stuff really. He knew about us and he used that against me, but I can’t work out how he would have known. I don’t think I’ll be able to ever drink or smell vodka again” you crinkled up your nose just thinking about it.

He looked at you with his jaw clenched.

“He’s gone now mi amor. He can’t hurt anyone anymore. You will never see him again, and I promise to keep you safe as long as I live.”

Rafael filled in the blanks, you didn’t remember much after you took the video; He didn’t do anything to you, other than making you drink vodka for nearly 3 days and emotionally torment you. While he was talking to you, a nurse came in and put a new bag of fluids, which started to make you feel better. You asked if you could use his phone to call your mum so she could pack a bag for you so he could go and pick it up and bring it back to you. You were lying on your left side in bed, and he was sitting right next to you on a chair, holding one of your hands, and his other hand running it through your hair.

“I have never been as frightened as I have been the last few days. I was with Liv when the video call came through the first time, you looked so scared and I couldn’t do anything, and then when she got the video I was there as well.” He paused “When I seen Nick’s call this morning, I nearly didn’t answer because I’m so mad at him that he let this happen to you, but something made me pick up and he me told that they had found you and Liv, Lewis was dead and you were both on your way to Belleview and to meet them here.”

“Raf, it’s no one’s fault. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time; it could have easily been someone else. You need to not be so hard on Nick, he tries his best. He has trouble keeping up with me” you giggled

You both didn’t even hear the door open, “Hey Guys. Sorry to intrude.”

You both looked up to see Liv standing there with a big bunch of flowers and a medium size paper bag. She sat them both on the small table and started to walk towards Rafael. He gave her a big hug and then lent back down and gave you a kiss on your forehead.

“I ‘am going to go home and shower. I’ll pick up your stuff on the way back. I won’t be long.” And he walked out the door, after giving Liv’s arm a squeeze and a smile.

Liv sat on the chair he was on and grabbed your hand. She looked better then you remember seeing her. She had showered and had different cloths on. She had bags under eyes. You guessed that no one would have had much sleep the last few days.

“How are you feeling?”

“This is my second bag of fluids, I feel good now, are you OK?” you squeezed her hand and she nodded back.

“I ‘am sorry you got pulled into this. I shouldn’t of have left it that long to come and get you. He didn’t......he didn’t do anything to you did he?”

“Liv, don’t be sorry, you came that’s the main thing. No, he didn’t. Other than making me drink vodka nonstop and emotionally hurting me, he somehow knew about me and Rafael and he used it against me. I ‘am sorry about the video. I didn’t want to do it, but he told me if I didn’t he was going to shoot me, I don’t remember much after that.”

She stood up and pulled you into her arms and then kissed your forehead and sat down.

“At least I hold the record for the most eventful start at SVU.” You both laughed and wiped away tears.

“The next couple of weeks are going to be busy and hard. We have both been called to make statements to IAB and 1PP. But know, I’ll be beside you every step of the way, and if this goes to trail, you will have all the support you need.” You nodded and gave her a small smile.

“So.... You and Barba hey.” You went red.

“I ‘am sorry I didn’t tell you Liv. We were going too but.....” she held up her hand to stop you from talking

“I’ am happy for you both. As long as it doesn’t interfere with work it’s all good with me.” She looked in your eyes and you and smiled. “I think you are good balance for him. You make him human, not just an ADA for sex crimes......OH” she stood up and grabbed the paper bag off the table and handed it to you.

“What’s this?” you said,

“Open it.” You opened the top of the paper bag and pulled out a new phone in a box, your badge and new wallet.

Tears came to your eyes, “Liv you didn’t.”

“It’s the least I can do, the sim card is tapped to the box, it’s the same number as your old one, you just have to set it up.”

“Thank you so much Liv.” You reached your arms out to hug her; she lent down and hugged you back.

Next minute, in walked Amanda, Fin and Nick.

“Where’s your boyfriend?” Nick smart mouthed, Fin and Amanda laughed, then rush other and hugged you.

“We brought your favourite sandwich and an iced latte. We called before and asked the Doctor If you can eat now.”

You all sat in your room and laughing and mucking around. Everything that happened of the last couple of days faded away for a little while. You knew the next couple of weeks would be hard, knowing you had to go to IAB and 1PP, and then most likely go to trial, but you could do it. You had the best support system money could buy.

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