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The Number One Rule. Chapter 26.

Summary: Y/N has always been seen as “Steve’s rambunctious sister.” However, she grew up, graduated, and moved to London to study abroad for 4 years and get her bachelor's degree. The girl that returns looks nothing like the teenager that left, but don’t worry the attitude is still there and stronger than ever. What’s to come of the two grown adults that used to push each other's buttons, but now have a lot more in common than they’ve ever realized.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Y/N Rogers (Steve’s little sister)

Word Count: 3800+

A/N: Ladies and Gentlemen. This is the last chapter. I know I say it almost every time, but I truly think this is one of my personal favorite top stories. At LEAST in the top 3. Now it is time for me to go through and read it all the way through and revise where I can. I’m so glad you all loved it as much as me and I am happy to say, I am already working on a new series!! And yes, it is a Bucky x Reader. I just can’t seem to stray from them lately. His character is stuck on my brain and I’m not mad. Anyway, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you once again for all your love and support with this one! I loved each and every single comment and thought thrown my way:) Also, BONUS, I will probably write a one-shot explaining the Bumble Bee nickname, since I was never able to work it into this... If not that, maybe a prologue... I don’t know we shall see;) With that being said, enjoy this ending and let me know how your heart feels after!!

Chapter Twenty-Six:

A whole year had passed. Today marked the 1 year of Y/N and Bucky finally coming together after all this time of being friends and making it official as two people who loved each other deeply.

To give you a quick update in the time passed…

Steve and Peggy went on a first date after she came back for a second time and made her move to New York permanent. He had been sweating buckets while getting ready and Y/N and Bucky coached him from the couch as he came in and out of his room trying on multiple outfits for the night.

Y/N had suggested taking her to some different places around Manhattan, kind of like the scavengers hunt Bucky did for their first date. But instead of knowing the different places, Peggy really hadn’t known the city at all, so it was more so a tour guide kind of date.

It was a simple and solid plan. However, Steve wasn’t used to the confidence that Peggy tended to give off. Did he admire it and love it? Yes, no doubt. Did it scare him at times, or more so intimidate him? Yes, again.

So after some light teasing from his little sister, she gave him some tips to impress her best friend, as well as, reassured him she was a sweet girl on the inside. Just someone who has lived in a man's world a little too long and has to put up a front of intimidation. Once you get past that, you have a loyal and kind person to bond with.

Needless to say, the date went off without a hitch and the two were now celebrating two strong months of dating.

Becca had finished up college and was already secured in a job as a child psychologist at a new hospital in upstate New York. She was a little further away now, but that didn’t stop her from coming and visiting. It just so happened that her new boyfriend lived down the hall from Y/N. If you know, you know.

His name was Thor and after some light flirting every other time she came to visit Y/N, she asked him on a date which he accepted. They were on the route of 3 months of dating now. He had joined the friend group to an extent and got along great with the whole crew.

Wanda and Vis’s boys were growing up faster than light itself and would be about 6 months soon. After Bucky and Y/N’s last time babysitting, they were recruited a few more times since they did so great with them. They may have been thrown for a whirlwind the first time around, but they were a lot easier the next few date nights.

Nat and Clint had gotten married last month. They were coming back from their belated honeymoon now in Budapest. The wedding was beautiful and everyone being together all at once again, was a joy and it showed just how much the group of friends was growing. Each of them hitting a new and different stage in life.

Back to the present...

Bucky had planned a one year anniversary date for him and Y/N. One that was bound to be unforgettable.

Y/N asked if they could keep it simple with just a picnic in the park since it was going to be cold soon in New York, and she wanted to soak up the last bit of summer that was left.

“Ok, you have everything set for the night?” Steve asked as Bucky buttoned the cuff to his button up.

“I hope so. I go to pick up Y/N in 10 minutes,” Bucky sighed in nervousness.

“Hey, don’t worry about it man. You know it’ll all work out how it’s supposed to,” Steve chuckled, coming over and patting his friends shoulder in reassurance. “Plus, you had Peggy and I help you plan this out. No way it could go wrong with our expertise.”

“You say that, but watch me slip up somewhere,” Bucky mumbled, straightening his clothes.

“You’re putting nerves where they aren’t needed. Stop thinking worst case scenario,” Steve groaned, walking out the bedroom door with Bucky behind. “What would Y/N say about that?”

“That it’s premature and won’t do me any good to think negatively,” he muttered, knowing the exact words to come from the optimist.

“Exactly. So stop stressing and go with the flow of things. Nothing good is going to come out of you waiting for the worst thing to happen tonight,” Steve shook his head.

“It’s supposed to be a night to remember. Not a night to dread,” Peggy interrupted as she came to Steve’s side with a little note in hand she saw on the counter in a spot it may have been easily lost. “Here, you may want this though if you do want it to go well.”

“Right, thanks,” Bucky nodded quickly, taking the item.

“You guys will meet us there right? Everyone else ready too?” Bucky asked.

“Everyone else is ready. You’ll be fine Buck,” Steve laughed again. “You sound like me the night I took this gal out.”

“Is that so?” Peggy smirked, leaning more into Steve’s side as he wrapped an arm around her.

“Yeah, he’s a little worse than I was, but he’s doing something a little bigger than a simple date,” Steve winked to Bucky. The brunette sent him an eyeroll.

Peggy looked down at her watch and gasped. “You need to get going, Bucky. She’ll be expecting you any minute,” Peggy moved to push him out the door with a bouquet of flowers in her hand to give him.

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Bucky had made it to Y/N’s apartment in perfect timing, but found himself faltering at the door. His whole body was made up of nerves at that moment. He couldn’t seem to shake them no matter what he told himself.

Lucky for him, all it took was Y/N opening the door and sending him that sweet smile accented with one of her simple little dresses, that made those nerves dissipate.

“You look great,” he said with a lovestruck school boy and sappy smile.

“Thanks B,” she blushed, scrunching her shoulders in a bashful way. “Here, come in for a second before we leave,” she motioned him in as he followed. “I need to put on a pair of earrings and I’ll be set.” She stood on her toes giving him a gentle kiss to the lips.

Before she could walk off, he put the flowers between them and smiled.

“For you as always,” he winked.

“And everytime, it makes me happier and happier,” she winked back, giving him a bonus kiss. “I actually bought a new vase since I’m lucky enough to get gifted with them everytime we go on a date. Want to put those in it?” she asked as she started walking to her bathroom.

“Hard not to give a pretty girl flowers every chance you get,” he noted, going into the kitchen where the new vase sat. “That plus, I know you like the greenery.”

“It makes me very happy,” she smiled, coming back in with her hands working to put the last pair of earrings on. “Ok, I’m all ready handsome. Shall we?”

“I would love nothing more,” he smiled back offering his arm.

“I like this little routine we have,” she giggled as they walked to the door.

“I can agree,” he nodded, pressing his lips to her temple before they left the building.

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They started off with a quick stop to Winnie’s shop, as Bucky said he had a gift there for them to pick up.

Winnie was all dressed up and Bucky’s dad and Becca were also there.

“Well, you guys look all spiffy,” Y/N noted, walking in the doors where the group was patiently waiting for the couple. Becca and Winnie in dresses and Bucky’s dad, George, in a nice button up like his son. “You're not by chance celebrating an anniversary like us, are you?” Y/N teased still locked into Bucky’s arm.

“We can celebrate yours a little with you too, can’t we?” Winnie asked, going in for a hug.

“The more the merrier,” Y/N replied cheerfully.

“No, no. We wouldn’t intrude on your anniversary date,” Becca nodded off. “However, we did want to give you guys a gift before we go off to dinner. We’re meeting Thor to eat soon.”

“Oh, I see. Boyfriend’s meeting the parents?”

“We’ve already met him and we enjoy him,” Winnie waved off. “Plus, we have Bucky and yours sign of approval, so that goes a long way too.”

“These are the facts,” Bucky agreed. “Uh, Mom, we do have to go to the next stop I have planned though, so…” Bucky said with a raise of his eyebrow in a hinting manner.

“Right, right! I won’t keep you long I promise!” Winnie rushed to the counter where a book and a picnic basket was sitting. “Ok, here you go, but don’t open that book until after dinner,” she warned Y/N as she handed it off to Bucky for safe keeping. “It has another little gift in it I don’t want to spoil.”

“In that case, I’ll let Bucky hold onto it then. You know I can’t help opening a book if it’s sitting right in front of me,” Y/N chuckled. The rest of the crew laughed with her.

“Ok, Ma, Dad, Sis,” Bucky waved off redirecting the two to the door. “We’ll see you guys later.”

“Yeah, later!” Becca said with an odd tone. One that showed she knew something, but Y/N didn’t know what.

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They made it to the park where Bucky had the whole nine-yards of a pinterest perfect picnic planned. His mom had packed a light meal, while the rest of the basket held a blanket, wine glasses, and other little decorations to make the set up special.

“Look at you being oh so the romantic,” Y/N noted once they had set everything out. “This is impressive.”

“I would say I did it all, but Becca helped with the decorations aspect of it,” Bucky chuckled as he set up some of the food.

The two sat and ate for a little, watching the motions of the park play in front of them as they talked about their day and any other thoughts that came to mind. They were facing straight west, so the sun would be setting right in front of them when the time came. And it was coming soon as they finished up their meal.

“Ok, present time,” Y/N noted, turning to her purse and pulling out something from it. The gift was wrapped in a little brown wrapping paper with a twine string around it. “Open mine first because I can’t wait to see your reaction.”

Bucky chuckled at her childlike excitement and took the present as he sat up from where he was laying on his side. Carefully not to disrupt her precise wrapping, he undid the bow and peeled away the brown wrap around the box. Taking off the lid, inside sat two little slips of paper that looked like tickets.

He quirked an eyebrow confused at what they could be, and when he turned them over and looked closer, he saw they were plane tickets.

“Two tickets to… Rome?” Bucky gasped. “Y/N-”

“I wanted to show you everything I got to experience. Italy, Verona, Venice, and all,” she smiled softly, leaning closer to him. Her eyes never broke away from his face.

“Y/N, this is…” He smiled down at the paper before bringing his eyes up slowly to meet hers. “I would love nothing more than to experience that all through your eyes.”

Y/N blushed hard and the two leaned forward in sync to kiss.

“I’m glad you like it. But I want you to see it in your own way, I’m just happy to be your tour guide,” she smiled harder. Their noses were practically still touching.

“Either way, it’ll be an experience I’ll be counting down for,” he said, leaning in for one more kiss.

When he pulled back he noticed the sun was settling down with the perfect glow. It was now or never…

“Ok, I guess it’s my turn for the gifts,” he said, taking in a deep breath. “It’s actually in the book.” He turned around grabbing the book his mother had handed off to him earlier, and carefully opened the cover. “This one’s long overdue, but it’s one that I’m starting to realize may have been meant for this specific time in our lives anyway.”

Handing over an old letter, she noticed it had changed colors from small stains and wear of when it was originally written. She was confused some by the details of the packaging, but when she saw it was addressed to her on the front, she picked up on what it was.

The address and her name was that of her childhood home, but what gave away it’s age, was the return address of where Bucky was stationed all those years back when he was in the army.

“Buck,” she said softly.

“I wrote it way back when. Shortly after I realized that you were someone I…” He paused trying to find his wording. “Well, when I realized you were the kind of person I would want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Y/N looked up from the letter she was holding ever so delicately in her hand. Scared she would damage the antique writing.

“You don’t have to read it now, but to sum it up, I never sent it because I knew, at least I thought I knew,” he chuckled under his breath looking down at it. “I could never deserve someone like you. You were always so kind and wise when I was going through my mess of life overseas. You had things of your own that you were working through, and yet you put it aside for me when I felt like I was alone and drowning in a foreign home.”

He closed his eyes, picturing all the times he wanted to give up. When he wanted to call it quits after the things he saw, the things he did. It killed him on the inside. Mentally, emotionally, he didn’t hold strong like he thought he would be able to.

“The only thing that kept me sane over there and gave me hope, was receiving letters from you. I know I teased you to begin with, but as time went on, your words, your advice, and your love that you somehow were able to ship overseas to me with just ink on a paper, kept me alive. Kept me from giving up.”

He looked up finally and saw tears in Y/N’s eyes. The look on her face was heartbreaking yet so loving all at once. It showed how she hated hearing just how lost Bucky was, but also showed just how grateful he was there. He was there now and it was partially because of their letters to each other. More than she could ever imagine though.

She believed she may have played a role, but it was Bucky himself that held strong. He was the one who pushed through in those hardships and made the effort to keep going on. Not her. But to him, she was the angel on his shoulder keeping him from sinking in times where the waves were just too strong to push back on.

“I wrote out all my feeling and thoughts in that letter. I think it’s like five pages,” he said in a single laugh. “But I never sent it.”

“Why?” was all she breathed out and he moved his hand to wipe the stray tear off her cheek. His hand staying there and running over the bone it had landed on. She leaned into the touch like it would be her last time feeling it.

“I didn’t deserve you. Hell, I’m still not sure I do, but I’m going to make damn sure that I spend every waking hour of my life, every minute, doing my best to get there.”

There was a pause as she took his hand and moved closer to him, their foreheads pressed to the other.

“Bucky you deserve everything and more in this world,” she said softly. “Don’t ever think you should have anything less than that.”

“I know, doll. And it’s because of you I realize I can strive for it all,” he sighed, breathing in her presence.

They stayed like that for a while. Taking in the moment. Taking in the air. Taking in the wholesome and doting atmosphere.

It wasn’t until the lights started to get low, Bucky realized he would run out of time for his next gift soon.

“Y/N, I have one more thing to give you,” Bucky sighed, nervously pulling back and grabbing the book again. “Now, I know this is a cheesy way to do this, but I couldn’t think of a better way,” he chuckled lightly.

He grabbed her hand and helped her stand. The sun now on the horizon giving the perfect golden shine to everything around them.

When she stood with him, he brought the book in between them.

“Ok, open it carefully to page 214,” he nodded, handing her the book.

She sent him a confused look, but followed the directions anyway. Like asked, she gently flipped the books from the beginning before she reached said number. Just as she pulled back page 213, right in the middle of the book, the pages stopped lifting and inside was a little cut out square that held a small ring. One with a beautiful white shining stone in the middle, encrusted by a gold intricate design.

“Oh, my-” she didn’t even finish the sentence as she looked down a the ring. Her grip on the book tightening as her other hand came up to cover her mouth.

Bucky let out a small nervous chuckle at the reaction before slowly taking out the ring and bending to one knee. The book still in her hand, she gasped again watching Bucky move down.

“Y/N Josephine Rogers,” he started with the brightest smile on his face. “I would be nothing but forever grateful if you allowed a guy like me, to have you as my wife.”

She didn’t answer right away as she was clearly in awe and still processing the last 20 seconds of what just happened. The only thing breaking her out of her shock, was the sound of Bucky laughing again.

“Is that a yes, or am I indeed just making a fool of myself?” he said with a scrunch of his nose.

“No! Oh, my God, yes! Yes, yes, yes! A thousand times yes Bucky!” she jumped up and down before wrapping her arms around his neck and tackling him to the ground.

He let out an, ‘oof’ sound as he caught them from the fall and held tightly to the ring not to lose it. He was now on his back and she was laying on top of him giggling and squeezing him in excitement.

“Ok, good. I was worried I might have read the signals you were giving me wrong,” he joked.

“You’re a dork,” she laughed, pulling and looking at him lovingly before going in for the kiss of all kisses.

They were quickly pulled away from it when cheers and whistles started going off around them.

Y/N looked up from where they were laying on top of the other and noticed herds of people they knew coming out from random parts of the park smiling and whooping in elation.

“Is that-?” she started, once again taken aback.

“Everyone? Yeah. They were kinda in on it,” Bucky chuckled. “Hey, did you get that last part?” he shouted toward Nat who was coming around a tree with Clint and a professional camera in hand.

“Oh, it was the best picture of them all I’m pretty sure,” she smirked.

“You little stinker,” Y/N scoffed, pushing off of him to sit up more. “How in the world did you pull this all together?”

Wanda, Vis, and the twins were there. Steve had his arm around Peggy with Sam next to them and Sarah next to Steve. Winnie, George, Becca, and Thor were all there too smiling and laughing. Everyone was there. The whole crew was apart of the moment.

“It was easy. I told them I was asking the girl of my dreams to marry me, and they asked when and where. Not much convincing on my part,” he answered, offering her his hand as they stood back up.

“You guys,” Y/N gushed, wrapping her arms around Bucky’s waist, which he gladly wrapped his arm around her. “This is too sweet.”

“Nothing sweeter than you giving Bucky a run for his money with that delayed answer,” Sam teased.

“Back off, punk,” Bucky rolled his eyes, pulling her closer to him as if any second she’d change her mind.

“I will say, he did catch me off guard,” Y/N laughed in response.

“Oh, my sweet girl is getting married! And to the sweetest boy a mom can hope for,” Sarah interrupted, instantly running to her daughter and almost tackling her like she had Bucky.

“Mom!” Y/N laughed, catching her balance.

The next 15 minutes went on like that as the sun set behind them, giving off the final glows of the evening.

Sarah and Winnie blubbering on about how their little boy and little girl were going to be husband and wife. Then of course going on and on in excitement for the wedding details of it all. At that point they pushed them off for George and Becca to handle as they talked with everyone else.

Wanda and Vis saying how Billy and Tommy would be glad to be a part of the wedding if they needed them to. Nat gave Y/N little details and advice with planning the party and also offering to lend a hand where it was needed since she just got done with her own.

Then Steve and Peggy also congratulate them and express their excitement for all that was to come for the couple, and all the fun double dates they would/ already had been taking apart in.

Once it got dark, Steve announced to the crew the little celebration they had set up at Roger's home for an after party of the engagement. Everyone agreed they would meet there.

So as Y/N and Bucky grabbed their things and started walking to the car, Y/N stopped him as he was about to close the car door for her.

“Hey,” she turned where she was standing on the sidewalk. Bucky just inches from her.

“Hey,” he responded with a goofy grin.

“I love you so so much. You know that right?”

“I know Y/N. And I love you so so much too, doll.”

Thank you so much for reading!! Keep an eye out for a possible one-shot/ prologue of this story;)

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its-deputy-caleb · 3 years

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Micah Bell - Partners in Crime and in Love Pt.2

hell yeahhhh the part 2 i’ve been dying to write. this is more angsty than i thought i’d be but there’s fluff and a smut scene (with a fem reader) so a warning that this contains adult content.

part one is here otherwise this makes no sense

side note: i don’t know how to write anything remotely sexual so i’m sorry it’s bad and poorly written ima just 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️

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The shock of what had happened at the bank still hadn’t settled with you the next morning after Charles had returned. Apart of you kept thinking that Micah would stroll through the front gates of Shady Belle or come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist with a coffee in hand like he does every morning. But that didn’t happen. He was really gone, what’s worse is you didn’t know how bad gone was. Was Micah stuck on some ship? Did he get captured by the Pinkertons? Or was he dead? Charles said he never actually saw them make it to the ship, only parted with them at the docks.

Fuck. The unknown was the worst part. His death you could handle (that’s a lie you’ll keep telling yourself) but not knowing whether he was okay was tormenting.

The gang, or what was left of them was in shambles ever since the bank. When Charles returned and delivered the news that young Lenny didn’t make it, everyone was left feeling heavy with despair and grief. Despite his rather sour relationship with Micah, you had a soft spot for him and more often than not took him under your wing to show him the ropes robbing coaches and being an experienced outlaw. Needless to say the gang won’t be what it was without him, but you did your best to not let it unsettle you too much.

That night while sitting by the campfire, your mind drifts to the night of the Mayor’s party. Originally, you were due to go with Micah as the latest young couple of the oiling industry and were looking to ingratiate yourselves with potential new investors. That all went out the door when Micah got himself into a bar fight over the last bottle of whiskey and there was no way Dutch was going to allow him to the party looking like some scruffy outlaw. You were both slightly upset that you didn’t get to go so instead you put on Dutch’s gramophone (he won’t miss it for one night) and slow danced together on the balcony.

His hand was placed gently on the small of your back, his other holding yours out to the side as you swayed together to the music. It was a pitiful attempt at dancing, lacking any of the real technique or proper movements but it was perfect for a couple o outlaws like yourselves. Your head was resting on his chest, taking in a deep breath and letting yourself completely relax into his embrace. It was one of the few times that you could forget about being an outlaw, about being on the run. That soft peaceful moment with your head tucked under Micah’s chin is the closest thing you’ll ever get to a redemption, and to you, that was all you could want…

You stayed by the campfire for the remaining hours of the night, replaying over and over the scene at the bank, thinking of everything that you could have done right. That night you let the guilt claw at your mind until the sun emerged from the horizon and Miss Grimshaw started ordering everyone to begin packing up the camp.

“Chin up now! I don’t need anyone slacking while we’re short of hands, help pack up the last of the boxes.”

Nodding defeatedly at Susan’s demand, you made your way over to the last remaining stack of crates carrying ammunition. Any other day you probably would have argued with her if only to cause some mischief but today you simply did not have it in you. Your body was exhausted and struggled to carry the weight of the crate until Charles came over and took the other side.

“Thank you, Charles.”

In return, Charles gave you an affirming nod, the two of you working together to help move the remaining supplies. When the final box was moved and secured, he placed a comforting hand was placed on your shoulder.

“They’re going to be fine, if they survived Blackwater then this surely won’t. Besides they have Dutch leading em the whole way.”

Charles has always been a friend to you, been there for you during the worst of it and certainly didn’t judge you for who you were. It was the same for him and the two of you would often go out hunting to get away and relax from the stress of the gang.

“He’ll be fine…”

Charles didn’t need to name him to know you were primarily concerned about one more so than the rest and while Charles certainly did not like Micah, he was a friend of yours no matter what.

If Micah thought the bank job couldn’t have gone any worse he’d be called a fool because boy was he wrong. Most definitely wrong.

The boat fucking sunk.

Of all the things that could have happened, something ended up catching fire and in the chaos of it all ended up on some island beach with Dutch and Bill, god knows where Arthur is in all of this. There was sand scratching his already burnt skin and the heat was sweltering, it wasn’t even midday yet and he’d already made the choice that he hated this Island.

After three days on the Island, his opinion had not changed one bit. If anything he’d say he hated it even more. The amount of wildlife was unbearable, with the disgusting insects that were everywhere and the vines which were snakes hidden in plain sight. Not to mention he’d already been in too many shootouts to count, Javier was shot and captured and Dutch was slowly slipping into insanity while running around caves and ruins running errands for people that he didn’t know.

For once, Micah was glad to take guard duty. Sure the heat was enough to give him a headache and he had to listen to Morgan cough up half his lungs each night but it was better than getting involved in some civil war between rich businessmen and the locals. All he wants is to leave this Island and be back with you.

In the dead quiet of the night, Micah is leaning against a stone pillar keeping guard. His eyes wander to the moonlight that bounces off the water and how it reminds him of your new revolver. Sure most revolvers were same bright colour but yours was black with white engravings. He had it made especially for you as a gift and when he saw your face light up with joy, it made paying for the damn thing worth every cent.

God he misses you, he hates to admit it but he so desperately wants to see you. He thinks about finally seeing you again, how you’ll probably break his nose for taking so long but he’d expect nothing less from an outlaw like you. The thought makes him chuckle to himself softly at how much he’s head over heels for you.

The next few days are a haze, he doesn’t even know who he’s fighting but there’s no time to stop and think about it as bullets whizz past him in every direction from his place on the beach. There’s a ship and a canon that leaves the building rattling with each fire of the canon ball and there’s boats of guards that chase them up the beach.

Miraculously everyone survives and Micah doesn’t stop to look at the damage left on the beach. The thought of being back with you makes the shootout worth it and he can’t wait to put that shitty Island behind him.

When you finally see Micah stroll into the new camp, you’re already half way over to him before he’s even off his horse. The whole way you’re rambling, borderline yelling as you practically lecture him for leaving.

“How could you be so irresponsible, running off like that! I don’t believe it! Micah do you know how fucking worried I wa-“

Micah cuts you short by wrapping your arm under you and pulls you into a long kiss. He lets out a sigh against your lips at how badly he’s missed it, how badly he’s missed you. You mirror his desperation and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in closer by his hair as you’re terrified to let him go.

Neither of you care that the gang is watching you two, all that matters is he’s back and you can finally stop worrying.

“Don’t you dare run off like that again…”

There’s no venom in your lecture this time and he smiles against your lips, kissing you again.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.”

Later, when things had calmed down and everyone was waiting for Bill and Arthur to return, you snuck away with Micah to ‘scout for a potential lead’. Dutch had protested but you simply stated that there was mouth’s to feed and money to be made which seemed to do the job with only the slight warning of not causing too much trouble.

That of course would all have to wait as you made your way into the Hotel in Annesburg, slinging your coat over the door handle before making your way over to Micah who sat on the edge of the bed. You seated yourself onto his lap and brought him in for another kiss, this one much more passionate but no less gentle. His hands came up to roam over your back, finally getting to feel you after so long. He took off your gun belt and brought you closer, desperately trying to untuck your shirt from your pants as he tried to undress you without letting you go.

“S’alright Micah, I’m not going anywhere anytime soon.”

You chuckle at he impatient gruff he throws at you and kiss his cheek adoringly. Micah will admit to hating how sappy and loved you made him feel but deep down you both know he loves every second of it.

You stand up, moving away from him slightly to undress properly and you notice how Micah doesn’t take his eyes off you. It makes removing his own shirt rather clumsy, getting stuck on the buttons but he can’t get over how lucky he that you like him.

When all you’re both finally undressed all the way, Micah lays back down on the middle of the bed with you straddled on top of him. Usually he’s adamant on being in charge but tonight he’s happy to let you call the shots.

After what feels like hours of gentle teasing and light kisses, you finally line yourself up as he slides into you. A soft moan bubbles from your lips when Micah’s hip thrusts up reflexively, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you.

Eventually as you both find a rhythm your gentle and soft touches become more heated and demanding. Micah’s hands are grabbing your hips in the best kind of way, meeting your thrusts half way. A cocky smirk is on his face as he makes more moans and whimpers leave you.

At one point you lean down and use his hair to pull him into a bruising kiss, full of teeth and tongue. The change of angle has you moaning much louder into his mouth as his cock hits that spot that makes your stomach flare with pleasure, brining you closer to the edge. You can tell he’s not too far behind you from the way his thrusts falter slightly and are much more irregular. Not to mention the moans of his own that now accompany his groans.

“Mm Fuck Micah… Don’t you ever leave like that again.”

Micah chuckles at your attempt to lecture him again, but he can hear the serious undertone, how worried you were over him.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart…”

One, two, three more thrusts later and you’re pushed over the edge. Your face is pressed into his neck as you moan his name, biting into his neck which is sure to leave a mark at such an intense orgasm. You tightening around him is enough to send him over as a soft pretty moan leaves him. It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it over your own panting breath, but you did and its only reserved for you.

Once you’ve both cleaned up, you’re looking down at him with a sheet wrapped over the two of you. You’re gently brushing his hair from your face and you can’t help but smile. His soft blue eyes glow in the golden candle light, his cheeks have a slight stain of pink from the sunburn that hasn’t quite healed yet and you think he looks absolutely perfect in that moment.

“Whatcha staring at sweetheart?”

Your smile grows at the lost puppy look he has on his face and you can’t help but trace the scar that runs from his chin to his lip with your thumb.

“You… I’m staring at you dummy, because I love you.”

Micah’s eyes widen before he flips you so you’re the one underneath him, his forearms on either side of your face. He leans down and gives you a tender kiss, humming in agreement.

“Love you too.”

Micah kisses his way down your lips to your collarbone where he rests his head on your chest. Your hand comes to gently play with his hair again, something you can’t get enough of, until you both begin to fall asleep. You drift off with a small smile on your face, contempt and at peace for the first time in a long time knowing that if the two of you could survive that horrid bank job then you could survive anything else that was thrown your way.

#micah bell #micah bell imagine #micah bell x reader #micah bell hc’s #soft and angsty rat #soft micah hours #you can tell i love his hair too much #it just looks fun to play with #it’s like kinda sub micah? i can’t tell #either way it’s self indulgent af #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 writing #red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption fanfiction #nsft post

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rubysunnday · 4 years

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Tired

A/N: angsty big brother because i had a dodgy day

Y/N Shelby was tired.

So, so tired.

It’d been one thing after another for the past couple of months - well, last couple of years if she was truly honest - and it was beginning to finally take its toll.

Her work was becoming sloppy and messy, something Tommy was constantly badgering her about, and she’d lost almost all interest in going out with her friends or her brothers.

Y/N had, slowly, began to slip back inside herself. She’d only recently felt comfortable enough with her life - and herself - to open up more and not be so guarded.

But the moment she let her emotions show was the moment they’d been manipulated.

She’d drunk too much at one of Tommy’s parties - an occupational hazard - and had, somehow, managed to snatch up a man.

Well, probably more of a boy, but she wasn’t entirely sure.

One thing had led to another and they’d both mutually agreed to sneak it up the stairs into one of the many guest rooms.

Needless to say, Y/N woke up the next morning wearing some random boy’s shirt with no recollection of what had actually even happened.

But the sight of her clothes - and underwear - all over the floor answered her silent question.

For months she’d managed to do convince herself that, no, she wasn’t pregnant and that she was just suffering from stress.

It was two months, almost to the exact day, when she finnsly accepted the fact that she was pregnant and that she had absolutely no idea who the father was.

She’d wanted to tell Polly and ask for help. She’d wanted to tell her brothers and ask them to fix it like they always did.

But they’d all been too busy with their lives and their jobs to notice her gradually pulling away and hiding.

It’d been a long, painful day, when Y/N finally worked up the courage to tell Tommy. She’d stayed on late to try and finish the work she’d failed to do - her mind elsewhere, especially on the thing inside her stomach - and was watching the light fade away from outside.

She glanced over at Tommy in his office and inhaled deeply as she stood up, smoothing her dress down.

One knock on Tommy’s door was all it took for him to wave a slightly irritated hand at her to come in.

The door creaked even louder than usual as Y/N opened it and stepped inside, leaving it open for her escape route.

“I thought you’d gone to the pub,” Tommy muttered, cigarette between his lips as he scribbled something down.

“No, I wanted to try and finish,” Y/N replied, trying to hide her shaking hands by holding them together in front of her. “Tommy, I need -“

“Can you make this quick?” Tommy asked, not looking up from his work. “I’ve got a lot going on and I don’t really have time -“

“I’m pregnant.”

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Y/N regretted not just dealing with it herself.

As soon as Tommy looked up at her, his eyes narrowed in only the way Tommy could do, she regretted not just being a ‘man’ and getting on with it.

Y/N sighed shakily, well aware the conversation could go two ways and was heading towards the apocalyptic one. “No, I don’t know who the father is. Yes, I know I should’ve been careful and all the million other things you’re going to say, Tom.

“I don’t want it. I’m telling you that now. Nor do I want you to go hunting down the boy because he’s barely a man. What I do want, Tommy, is for you fucking notice my pain and the fact that I am struggling with life right now. And that I am fucking terrified.”

Tommy looked at his sister, his eyes still narrowed. He moved his cigarette back between his lips and took a puff of it, silently thinking. He leant forward and sighed.

“What do you want me to do?”

He didn’t ask it in a sarcastic way. Or a mean or menacing way.

He asked it in the way only a big brother could.

And that was all it took for Y/N to fall apart.

She sat down into the chair in front of his desk, burying her face in her hands as she cried. Tommy stood up and walked around the desk and stood in front of her, gently pulling her forward until she was hugging his middle, burying her face in his shirt.

Tommy softly rubbed his sisters back as she sobbed, smoothing back her hair as he pressed a gentle kiss to her head. “It’s alright, Y/N. I’ve got you.”

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #shelby sis #shelby sister #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinder fanfic #sister reader #tommy shelby x sister!reader

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ace-of-spaders · 3 years

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Di's Headcanon Time: code word 'pumpkin'

When Liz was pregnant with their second child ( needless to say, Red was equally elated and fearful when Liz told him that they were going to be parents again because, just like with Agnes, Red noticed all the signs rather early on but didn't dare to let himself hope that after so many years the universe - or was it fate? - was so kind as to not only give him a second chance at having a family, a wife and a daughter he loved to pieces, but give him an opportunity to be a father - and a father of another girl, as they found out much later, at that - not for the second but third time... there must have been some kind of catch but there, thankfully, wasn't ), at one point - at the beginning of the second trimester, to be precise, when Liz's bump just began to show ( if you asked him, then no, Red didn't tear up when he noticed the slight but unmistakable roundness of her belly, the tangible proof there was a life growing inside of her but, of course, he did, that's his and Lizzy's child, after all ) - she and Red discussed the possibility of having a codeword for labor and Liz ( quite possibly because their little family just had an "Ice Age" marathon the other weekend ) jokingly suggested 'pumpkin'. They shared a laugh, reminiscing about the con they pulled with Greyson Blaise ( that 'reminiscence' - as often happens with these two - ended with them finally acquiring a villa at Lake Como and pulling an elegant but thrilling heist with the assistance of Paolo and Analia, who resigned themselves to spending the rest of their life like this because of their crazy and dangerous now-neighbors all in the same weekend ), but never talked about it again.

Imagine now the faces of the other members of the team when, some months later, Liz, feeling that their baby is finally ready to greet the world, said very clearly, calmly and quietly: "Pumpkin". Red didn't realize the meaning of that word right away - immersed as he was in the argument he had with Cooper and Ressler about how to better proceed with their current Blacklist hunt - so she repeated again, pointedly now, stressing the name of her dumbass husband and the word 'pumpkin' as much as possible: "Red, it's pumpkin time."

The second time did the trick, and the rest of that day came by in a flurry of activity that culminated in the birth of a sweet, healthy little girl with big piercing blue eyes ( both parents are convinced she got them from the other ) and strawberry blonde ( reminding a little of the color Red's hair was when he was little as Liz discovered when she found an album with his childhood photos in his Bethesda apartment ) fuzz who was eventually named Samantha "Sam" Scott Reddington, but whom her daddy took to calling 'pumpkin' ( and Liz would be lying if she said that she doesn't find it absolutely adorable ).

PS: tagging @meetmeatthecoda because you like headcanons and I got a feeling that you will like this, @my-robot-heart and @tale-xistime because I hope you'll like this, too, and @codewordpumpkin because how can I not tag you in such a headcanon?)

PPS: I've got a feeling that this 'headcanon time' is going to become a regular thing on my blog, so if you'd like to be tagged in my headcanons/half-headcanons half-drabbles from this point onward, just say so in the replies to this post!)

#the blacklist #the blacklist headcanon #lizzington #lizzington headcanon #agnesgate #di s headcanon time #mine #my headcanons #yup I just rewatched Peaches' birth scene myself #remembered the moment from GB when Red said that the alert word was pumpkin #and thought that it would be cute if it was also their codeword for labor #and the rest is history)

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mostly-marvel-musings · 3 years

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Hi doll! Can I ask for a Tom Hiddleston x reader. Tom’s girlfriend takes a seizure at work, he gets called to tell him about it and what happened to her, but its fluffy please🧡🧡🧡

A/N: I’m so sorry I took forever to write this. Hope you find this okay 🙈

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Tom/Loki Taglist: @delightfulheartdream @what-a-flammable-heart

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8:05 am

“No fucking way!” You scrambled awake, cursing as you hunted for your phone which was nowhere to be found even after you threw the sheets around, almost knocking your sleeping boyfriend off the bed in the process.

“Shit shit shit!!” You repeated, your muttering stirring Tom awake.

Needless to say the alarm hadn’t gone off, making you awfully late for work. Tom on the other hand, had the day off and now you were upset that your little ruckus awoke him too.

“Do you need help finding something darling?” He asked, voice laced with sleep.

“No no. Please go back to sleep. I’m sorry!” Apologizing profusely, you ran into the bathroom to get ready for the day.

“I’ll make you some coffee.” He called out as you slammed the door shut.

11:30 am

Should’ve accepted that cup of coffee, now my head hurts. Great job (Y/N).

The late start to your day had cascading effects - you had to skip breakfast, run to work which thankfully wasn’t too far from your apartment, and you forgot to pack your medications in the process which worried you.

That worry soon turned into anxiety because you knew what happened next, you knew just too well. It happened almost all the time, it always did when you’d have days like today. The hypoglycemia making your mouth dry and lips tingly.

“(Y/N)! Are you even listening?” Your friend, Janet waved her hands in front of your face in attempts to break you from your trance.

“Huh? Y-yeah sorry. What were you saying?” Giving yourself a mental shake, you willed your body to cooperate.

“We have a presentation in five. Now come on.”

Sadly not for long though.

As soon as you got up, grabbing the report files, your vision went black and the last thing you remembered was trying to grab onto the chair you sat in and the alarmed look of your colleague.

1:00 pm

Tom ran through the hospital lobby as fast as his legs would take him, looking for your colleague who had called him from your in case of emergency contacts after you collapsed from a particularly bad epileptic episode in your office.

A string of emotions ran through him as he received the call - panic, worry, anger for being kept in the dark about your tendencies, everything.

“Hi. Are you Tom?” A voice asked, making him turn his head in the direction. The woman matched the description you had given long ago while narrating a story once.

“Yes! You must be Janet?”

“How is she? What happened?” Tom enquired as they shook hands.

“She had a seizure at around twelve in the office, she wasn’t looking all that well plus she said she didn’t each much. I got her here because she didn’t have the meds either.”

“I had no idea...”

“The doctors said missing the medications and work stress may have triggered it. She’s awake if you’d like to see her.”

“Thank you for bringing her here, and for calling me.” He offered her a grateful smile before going in the direction of your room.

A wave of relief washed through him as Tom saw you lying on the bed looking smaller than he remembered, but at least you were fine now. Opening of the door brought your attention to the intruder as you craned your neck to see who it was.

“Oh hi.” Your voice quiet as your fingers messed with the edges of the blanket they had insisted you have. Embarrassed and afraid, you waited for Tom to begin first.

“How are you feeling?” He asked, closing the door behind him, expression unreadable.

“I’m okay now. The doctors insist I stay the night for some routine tests and changes in my medication.” Keeping your eyes on the IV drip attached to your hand, you mumbled.

He walked over to your bed and kneeled, taking your hand in his.

“I’m glad you’re okay love. You had me worried.” Tom whispered, kissing the back of your hand softly.

“I’m sorry.”

“Please don’t apologize. I feel terrible for not having known your condition previously. Why didn’t you mention anything?”

“I-I don’t know, I just—” tears already gathering as you tried to blink them away.

“Hey, look at me, I’m not mad.” Gently he cupped your face to make you look at him, as you did, you felt 100 times terrible. He seemed so sad and concerned.

“I care about you, a lot. And it would be good if I knew what the emergency was you know, as the contact chosen in case of one.” Tom attempted to make you smile, which worked because you gave him a teary one, sniffling.

“I know I know. I promise to be more open henceforth.” you nodded, leaning into his touch as he placed a kiss to your forehead.

“Good. I love you, (Y/N).” Tom whispered, his eyes full of love and adoration.

“I love you too.”

PS: To the sweet anon who requested this, I hope you’re doing well and in case you suffer from seizures, I hope you’re taking the required treatment. Sending hugs your way!

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston fluff #tom hiddleston fic #rpf #marvel rpf #british actor rpf #tom hiddleston fandom

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vegalocity · 3 years

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The more I learn about Min Yi the more I love her. (I'll tell you about my fankids once actually I write stuff down about them lol) Though now I'm curious about this sister you gave Syntax. Got a general idea of what she's like? - Pixel Anon

Okay so, ngl the sister was made exclusively so I wouldn't have to consider how Minyi stays in the same apartment for detective reasons despite her dad being missing-presumed-dead. Grandparents (AKA Syntax's parents) would probably just take her to their own home which would make the detective stuff SO much harder, and i tried researching how foster care works in China but it instantly felt like I was going too dark for it.

So in the end giving him a sibling was the most prudent choice. Someone far enough from the situation as to not really be involved until she took in Minyi, but also close enough to the situation that she didn't want to uproot the poor kid before it had even processed in her head that her Auntie was gonna be taking care of her now and also mourn her apparently dead brother at the same time.

And I went with sister because... well who DOESN'T like the 'Cool Older Sister' trope?

I don't have a name for her just yet. And I can playfully get around that, because to Minyi she's just 'Auntie' and Syntax... this is like super embarrassing, but he doesn't actually remember her name??? His memory is so full of holes rn it's a minor miracle he remembers her at all, but he's so mortified he can't remember his own sister's name that he's gonna REFUSE to ask until he remembers on his own. So right now she's just 'Sis'

(she knows btw, but her brother's been stubborn since he was literally a toddler so if she told him it'd just piss him off and she thought he was dead for long enough that she's willing to play along.)

I get a sort of 'woodsy cool girl' vibe from her, like Wendy Corduroy 20 years in the future or so.Like she didn’t live in the city at first, she probably had a house somewhere in the woods thats a pain in the ass to get to and was chillin, just living alone.

I feel like Aunt Sis deffo wasn't going to have kids or even get married, and was content in her solitude; but of course was Super Stoked when her brother told her he and his partner were expecting a kid. She was DOWN to be the Cool Aunt whom only shows up on Birthdays and holidays, brings awesome presents, gets drunk, and tell embarrassing childhood stories until her twig of a brother has to try and wrastle her to get her to stop. which he would fail to do and his children would cheer her on as she put their daddy into a headlock.

And then whatever happened to his partner/Minyi's other parent.. happened. And You know, whichever way it went it's fucked up, so Aunt Sis kinda tried to just...be there for her brother, because he clearly needs SOMEONE around whose not his infant daughter.

So when, about five years later, Minyi is doing her homework at a table at school because she always has to stay at school a little later because Daddy works long hours, she realizes that...he's... not here yet. It's WAY later than it usually is when he comes to get her. Daddy's never been THIS late before. The teachers are whispering to eachother about 'secondary contacts'.

It's Auntie that picks her up from school, looking upset and furious. She tells her that she's gonna kick her daddy's butt when she gets hold of him, but right now they're going home because it's almost dinner time and she must be hungry (she was)

At first Aunt Sis had assumed that her brother had just finally cracked, that the stress of all the shit he'd been suppressing in order to be as good of a dad as possible to Minyi finally wore him down and she was gonna hunt down her brother in the middle of the mother of all mental breakdowns. But then he just... never turns up. A missing persons case turns presumed dead and filed away as never solved.

By the time New Years hits Aunt Sis has already resigned herself to motherhood.

Needless to say when her neice comes home from school one day with her fucking brother, still alive, his hair and eyes BRIGHT green, his skin FUCKING PURPLE, and for a moment it seems like he doesn't even know who she is, she's got.... Questions.

and a lot of yelling to get out of her system.

#I have decided her tag is Aunt Sis #and also as i was filling out this question i realized it would be SO much funnier if we never learn her name #Aunt Sis #letters to vega #Monkie Kid OCs #LMK Oc #Syntax #Monkie Kid #Oh and Huntsman and Golath are Zero help in the 'Sisters name' quest #Since they call her 'Lady' (derogatory) and 'Ma'am' (Respectful) respectively #lmk syntax #????I honestly don't know what the 'official fandom character tags' are #Pixel anon #OC: Xiuying #OC: Minyi #lmk Syntax

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itseivwhore · 4 years

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Hey! May I please get some headcanons for how Edward, Shay, and Arno would react to their S/O being worried about a college application and whether or not it'll be accepted? I applied on Thursday, and Im honestly so scared... thank you in advance

Heyo @prctectedlegacy (why the cazzo can't I find you in the usernames when I try to tag you???I just hope you will see these,once published) !Thank you for requesting this ;) Listen here,it's normal to feel scared/stressed/preoccupied/anxious about something so important like this,but try to think for the best,mh?For example: I cry. HAHAHAHAHAH,my dark humor and obvious sarcasm apart...for real,teake it easy buddy. But I would love to know if they'll accept you!So let me know,will you?

Also,I noticed that I became,literally from all of sudden,the CEO of comforting people with my headcanons. Like uh yes,feel free to confess your preoccupations to me: come get some you fuckers,I'm here to make you happy with my weak writing skill.

Now let's start,shall we?

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|°Edward°| :

He has been with you through everything,and with him,you passed and overwhelmed any kind of fear you had in the past: encouraging you when others put you down,rooting for you when others didn't believe in you,pushing you do to your best in and for everything all the time,being by your side with everything you had to face.

Edward was always here,with his strong determination and with his endless support for you.

Unless these times when he was drunk:in that case you would have found him passed out,either on the couch or on the bathroom's floor,blabbering things under his breath...but that's a negligible detail.

Getting in that college would have been a big step in your life,the one you always have wanted.But,for as much as you were excited and happy about it,needless to say that you were also,and obviously,scared.

You firstly tried to hide your preoccupation away from Edward,not wanting to ruin his costant,almost natural,'chill' nature,letting him playing his guitar in peace.

But nothing passed unseen under these deep blue eyes of his: nothing.

Finally deciding to open up your mind and sharing your thoughts with him,after he came back home from a pub where he played with his small,cheap band.

When Edward listened to you freely speaking about your worries,he gave you such a big smile and a relieved sigh.The bastard knew that something was off with the way you were behaving,but he didn't dare to touch that 'weak' spot,deciding instead to wait for you to take your time.

So there you were,sitting together outside the balcony of his apartment,in the middle of the night: you softly speaking as he carefully listened to everything,blue eyes fixed in your ones.

Comforting you in all the ways he knew,pulling and squeezing you in an endless and tight hug,not letting you go until you have calmed down.

He might haven't been a master with gentle words and philosophical speeches...so silence was all what he could give you.But,after some moments where he intensly observed you,he found his way with words:

"Why don't you go and take something to drink,mh?" as he gave you a sly wink and a lopside smirk.

"Let's drink to forget our sorrows" he exclaimed before taking a long sip from the bottle you brought him,actually managing to make you laugh.

Jokes apart,after drinking that beer,he became more serious,wrapping an arm around your waist,pulling you in his lap as he whispered to you truly and purely comforting words,genuinely soothing you down once for all.

Maybe it was his low,deep voice,speaking so firmly and decisively;or maybe it was the way he was lively convincing you that you will get in that 'goddamned college' -his own words.

Spending the other days together.

Slow/rough sex for making the stress go away.

Edward playing his guitar in the living room most of the time for you,with you sitting on the couch while you had his cat in your lap:listening to him playing something slow and nice always helped you to relax.

"You will get in that college.If you don't?That doesn't exist,darlin' "

Yes,he does have his own way with words,when he wants.

~~~~~

|°Shay°| :

Shay was a man of few words,he was a man of action.And,most of all,he knew you way too well:so you possibly and literally can't hide anything from him.

"I have eyes and ears everywhere,little dove,remember this" he said with a serious voice once he started to talk about that almost crucial subject,but the sly smile he had on his lips just betrayed (see what I did there?I'm not sorry) his deep tone.

So you two had a long,long talk,him letting you speak freely as much as you wanted and needed,for only starting to talk and to exprime his thoughts just after you finished.

You didn't had idea of how he could have been so convincing,firm and ardent and triumphant while trying to make you reason:trying to let you understand that you WILL get accepted in that college.

Giving you a severe,yet gentle expression,telling you that you didn't had to be preoccupied of anything.

For as much as Shay was hopeful,he also was very,very stubborn and consequently he made you become a bit stubborn too: you,scared and convinced that everything was going to be a distaster;him,angry and almost desperate to change your mind,wiping off those bad thoughts you had.

He even called Haytham,one day.You heard him talking to the older man one afternoon,and you immediately found Shay in the living room,approaching you as he handed you the phone.

Needless to say that Mr Kenway said the exact same things that your boyfriend told you all the time the other days.Haytham loosing himself in a long,philosophical and almost paternal speech.

And Shay was glad when he actually managed to change your mind,even if a little,relieved when he saw you starting to see and think about things in a different way.

So,when he noticed that you were calmer,he started to spoil you.

Bringing you out for a date in such a nice restaurant,spending the whole evening together.

Sex,a lot of sex,all around the house,comfort sex to relieve you and to make you relaxed.Worshipping you all the time,always.

Giving you his four-leaf clover that he kept wrapped in an old and ruined bag,placing it in your hand,closing them around it.

"I hope it'll bring me luck" raising your almost teary eyes on his warm brown ones,him just giving you a snarky smile.

"You make your own luck"

"And if you won't get in,I will hunt these bastards down" he might have said with a light tone and a vague gesture with his hand,making you amused,but...oh he was able to do that.

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|°Arno°| :

Oh no...

You were convinced,more than anything,that Arno Dorian was a man who was able to read in your mind:he only needed an intense,deep stare at your eyes for finding out what was bothering you so much.

And when he finally understood what was wrong,he immediately...well.

If this man was anything,anxious was one of them.Quickly becoming anxious and preoccupied too,his thick eyebrows furrowed with worry as he sat beside you,taking your little hand in his big ones,bringing them up to his mouth,leaving a chaste kiss on the back of them.

"We can be anxious together,amour"

He tried to joke with a low voice,a bitter smile on his lips,hope starting to grow within himself as he saw the corner of your lips rising up slightly.

He had always known how much getting in that college was important for you.

The young man knew that so well:listening to you talking with passion about it,sharing with him your secrets and dreams;dreams and goals that he liked and shared a lot.

He loved seeing you so determinated and gritty about that: Arno knew that,if you wanted something,you HAD to get it,in all the ways you were capable of.And he was more than willing to help you.

But seeing all that passion,will and hope being overwhelmed by anxiety,worries and pessimism?

It was a big problem for Arno,too: he was so emphatic,and seeing you being so preoccupied just put him down.

The last thing he wanted for you was to be upset.So he tried his best to make you feel in a better mood,rising your spirit up by telling you that he truly and firmly believed in you and in your skills.

He truly did.Nothing fascinated Arno more than seeing how your eyes light up with that ardent glimpse whenever you talked about the things you were passionate about.

Cheering you up by preparing a hot bath,candles lit up all around the dark room as steam raised from the bathtub.

Cuddling together way more than before.Lots,tons of cuddles for you.

Distracting you by walking hand in hand in the city,in the middle of the night,enjoying the quiet and paceful atmosphere as you both silently talked about anything.

Forehead kisses. Oui.

Him reading out loud some of his favourite poems,his hands wandering in your ones,playing with your fingers as he continued to read for you,calming you down a lot.

"A croissant?"

That man makes love,he doesn't just fuck.

Arno was totally and utterly devoted towards you: a romantic man if you wish,a man who always gave you endless support and a man who would give his heart and soul to see,and make,you happy.

~~~~~

Ta daaa. Hope you liked them buddy ;) <3

(Also,a little note: I just hope I got their personality right?Especially with Shay,since I rarely have written something about him ;/)

Addio.

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captbenscn · 2 years

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See You, Space Cowboy.

@irasciblesoul

------------- Ana’s Bar -------------

"Saturn Martini, please.”

It was the second drink she’s had since arriving. The first was something much lighter, pacing herself as she studied her surroundings and the people within. It wasn’t dull or falling apart like many of the other taverns and bars she’s visited during her travels. It was far more elegant and they were careful about who they let in and what. Weapons were not allowed. In fact, they were demanded at the entrance and traded for tokens as a sign of taken items. And if one lost said token? Well... it’s just best that you didn’t or you weren’t getting your weapon back.

Needless to say, Olivia wasn’t thrilled with that certain rule, but she obliged. Only because she had a hidden knife strapped to her shin beneath black pants which was missed during the pat down thanks to the focus being on her torso and the sides of her legs. Worked in her favor. If she were going to be here alone, she wanted some sort of protection. Though, she was fully capable of handling herself with fists alone, but still. Extra help on a new planet was necessary. Never know what one might run into.

And she wouldn’t be alone had it not for Fin deciding to stay back on their ship - claiming he was too tired to go out and wasn’t feeling it. Liv had a feeling there was another reason, but she didn’t push. If he wanted to tell her, he would. There weren’t any secrets between them. Or rather, there wasn’t supposed to be. But something was just... off with his demeanor the second the planet came into their view, but she let it go. For now. If he continued like so, then she’d press on the matter.

Her other reason for being here was to search for any open bounties. They had a couple they were hunting down, but none anywhere in the vicinity of where they were now and while on this new planet, she figured it wouldn’t hurt to make some money where they could, but sadly, nothing had come up just yet. So, she didn’t think a few drinks to de-stress and relax would hurt - get out and see the city and this bar the locals spoke so highly of and, so far, she could see why.

The drink is placed in front of her and Olivia thanks the bartender, mentioning her newly opened tab and she heard him snicker.

“Not this one. Guy over there?” He gestured to the man on the other side of the bar, in her direct line of sight. The same man she’d been locking eyes with every so often during her time here. He’d look at her, she’s stare back, he’d smirk, she’d smirk. From across the bar, Olivia could feel the heat building between them, the temptation to meet halfway. It wasn’t like she had anywhere to be tonight or tomorrow, so why not have a little fun? If that’s, in fact, what he was searching for.

And given the way he was looking at her, and the fact that he bought her a drink, she could guess his intentions were more or less the same.

With a smirk direct towards him, Olivia grabbed hold of the drink and wrapped her lips around the rim of the glass, tilting it upwards to let the cold liquid grace her tongue - the taste pleasant. Strong. Good. Her actions meant to tempt, to tease, to tantalize - including the way she licked the remnants off of her lips when she lowered the glass, but instead of setting it on the table, Olivia slides off of the stool and makes her way to the man across the bar. He bought her the drink so she figured she’d take the next step.

“So, how many women does that make me?” Are the first words she speaks to him upon arriving at the stool next to him. “No way a good looking guy such as yourself hasn’t bought a drink for a few other women. Is that part of your method to charm them?” Bold words, she knows, but she isn’t one that holds back. Why should she?

Another sip of her drink is taken. Slowly. Eyes on him again.

#ahhh i'm so excited for this okay #i have so much in my mind and this is gonna be so much fun #seriously i had fun writing this so i hope it's okay xD #( Across The Stars | AU )#irasciblesoul

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silver-wield · 4 years

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I was actually a CA when I first played OG and I was stubborn as hell about it too. I refused to look at any Cloti analyses and I barely was able to go through the LS and HW scenes haha. I kind of willfully ignored canon. Needless to say, I was still an immature adolescent back then. After growing up and watching AC, I actually wanted to learn more about Cloti plus I really loved Tifa. So I went on a hunt and inhaled all content, even replayed OG again with bright new eyes and let me tell you

the second I took off the CA goggles, I saw everything so clearly. Cloud loves Tifa and Cloti is canon, no question. In a way, I was kind of like Soldier Cloud when I was young; what I knew and held onto was fake and not real. Sure, Aerith is dear to Cloud, but was he in love with her the way I so strongly believed in the past? After replaying OG and Remake, my answer is a definite no. It's not real. It's painful and embarassing to admit that I was biased and twisting the story to fit my CA

narrative. I think that's the only way to really argue (unsuccessfully) that CA is in love and meant to be, by willfully ignoring everything else lol. Anyways, I'm a Cloti now, not really a CA anymore after researching and learning about the entire compilation. I love Cloti so much more than I ever loved CA haha. If only I let go of my pride and opened my eyes and ears earlier. Thanks for your analyses, although I don't agree with everything, but still interesting interpretations overall :)

I watched my sister play and by the end she was like "Tifa's too good for him" lol so there was no shipping in our house. Obviously the game isn't meant for dumbass teens because the concepts are too complex and they just focus on the one thing they understand which is romance. Even though it's not a romance game.

I think people are still too attached to how OG Cloud was and they're applying that to Remake Cloud when they're obviously different people. I mean if Zack is alive then that makes him a different guy to the one Cloud knew. So maybe OG Zack was a bit more of a hound than a puppy, but Remake Zack who Aerith literally says is her first love is the CC puppy we saw. We have no idea how the devs have organised the timeline, apart from knowing there's multiple threads.

There's a CC with the ornate buster sword, which leads to AC.

There's an OG with the basic buster sword.

And there's Remake, which has the basic buster sword now, but leads to the ornate AC buster sword in the Sephiroth shot.

That means there's been several versions of Cloud.

Whenever I bring up OG it's to contrast how different the two are. OG Cloud isn't Remake Cloud. OG was colder and meaner. Remake Cloud is precious. So while they share a lot of traits because they're both Cloud, I really don't think it helps when people apply OG Cloud's behaviour onto Remake as though it's identical. Like OG Cloud wavers. OK. Yup. No arguments because it's canon.

Remake Cloud doesn't waver. He's very firmly set on Tifa. He's soldier Cloud through the game and soldier Cloud is flirting with Tifa, smiling at Tifa, showing concern for Tifa, staring longingly at Tifa. It's because of real Cloud's love for her, but soldier Cloud is applying it to Tifa.

OG Cloud got confused and put real Cloud's feelings towards Aerith.

Remake Cloud doesn't even like Aerith that much, let alone love her. She's mean to him. She's everything that Tifa isn't and since Tifa is his ideal woman there's no question of her being competition. But because Aerith is meta and going off what happened in OG she's assuming she needs to say stuff like in her resolution. Because she's not been listening to Cloud. If she'd spent five minutes giving him any kind of respect she'd have seen the feelings he has for Tifa and that her interferring isn't necessary.

Remake Cloud only starts calling Aerith a friend after the pillar collapse where he lost two friends and a bunch of neighbours from sector 7. And Tifa calls Aerith their friend, so I doubt he'd argue too much, but his feelings are clear in the story summary.

The main scenario is operation: save Aerith.

That's soldier/grunt lingo. Aerith is the job. The mission. It's not so much a personal desire to save her because of deep feelings he has for her. He feels obligated because he owes her. And when they reach her in the lab he's like yup when she's all pleased to see him. He wasn't emotive. Because saving Aerith wasn't that personal. I mean, of all the times she was in danger he put himself out to save her twice. When she fell off the roof and when he jammed her under his arm to leap out of the way from the maintenance room ghost as he was saving Tifa.

Every other time Tifa saved her. The sewers? Tifa. Eligor? Tifa.

Cloud didn't even try to save Aerith in the sewers and shrugged when she complained about it. In the train graveyard he absolutely did not try to save her when that carriage fell because he fully covered Tifa and Aerith only said he saved them both. He didn't. In the maintenance room he saved her while saving Tifa, who is wrapped in his arm so close you can barely see her. Outside, Cloud has hold of Tifa while the ghosts surround them and he only tried reaching for Aerith when she yelled for him. In the Eligor battle Tifa pushed Aerith out of the way.

If she was in his heart or mind he'd focus on her safety more. The only person Cloud consistently saves is Tifa. Because she's the one he cares about. And since Cloud is soldier Cloud rn, that's who he cares about too.

Which is different to OG Cloud.

Honestly, I think Cloti is just a nicer ship to support because they're such a positive couple. They like, respect and admire each other. Cloud knows Tifa can fight, but he'll still rescue her because he wants to be her hero. Tifa fights harder to prove to Cloud she's worthy of him and not weak, but she relies on him to give her emotional support. Which he does. He's so attuned to her he knows when she's stressed and worried and can finish her sentences and knows what she's thinking. They're really cute together and don't deserve to have their relationship erased because people are butthurt.

#Ship war #For the ship #for the cinnamon roll #For our girl #Long post

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black-streak · 5 years

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Saturday night's alright for fighting (but Sundays are meant for rest) - His Shadow

Part 6

I'm already on part?! 6?!?! How did I get here?!

Also! Tag list??? I am a person who has one now? How even? @poshplumcot @emjrabbitwolf @mystery-5-5 @worlds-tiniest-spook-pastry @fandomkitty8 @dast218 @silvergold-swirl and I know you didn't ask to be, but @littleblue5mcdork your comments give me life, so I'm tagging you.

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At approximately 12:34 am, Monday morning, a phone rang, abruptly waking the two occupants of the room.

"That better be important, or someone is going to pay."

"Stay quiet, it's Nightwing."

The use of vigilante names queued her in and she fell silent as Tim answered.

"What happened," he demanded, voice dipping in tone.

Marinette couldn't hear everything, but she caught the jist of it.

Riddler had missed a few too many therapy appointments and was currently sending them all on a scavenger hunt, multiple hostages involved. She couldn't pick out who the hostages were or the locations, but that was fine. Tim knew, so as long as she followed him, it wouldn't matter.

Ending the call, he made his way past her and into the bathroom, talking as he went to change.

"Three bats are out of town, so they need me out there."

"Not the brightest, all traveling at the same time. Oracle and A still there?"

Shaking his head at the reminder that she knew all their identities and exactly which three had gone, he called back, "A is on it, but Oracle was unavailable."

"Good. Easier that way," was said as a flash of light poured in below the door, disappearing almost as immediately.

Coming out of the bathroom, he found his room empty.

"You plan to follow me," he stated.

"Of course," whispered back from the shadows, in a husky alto, neither feminine nor masculine in persuasion.

"There's no convincing you to stay put either, is there," still a statement.

A hum was his only answer, so he led the way towards the upstairs roof access, not wanting to take a chance with his own apartment window. Not a random safe house, after all.

"Suppose I don't have to tell you to stay hidden, but try not to give yourself away completely."

He was met by a chuckle and took that for the not promise it was, taking off across the rooftops, no sound other than his own near silent boots hitting pavement to indicate his little stalker.

…

He ended up in the one location that had Riddler actually present inside. Of course. Just his luck. Normally, Red would be thrilled at the chance to end this as quickly as possible, but for once, he had hoped against hope that one of the others would take care of this while he just solved a few puzzles, set someone free, and received a brief com relay that Bats had this one from there.

Now he had to ensure not only that he solved everything and took Riddler down personally, but also had to watch the back of a shadow that he couldn't even keep track of. Sure, Red had seen her handiwork countless times, how clean and efficient the crime scene was. But mostly when she aimed to make the villains fool themselves into failing, leaving nothing of herself. The one time she did take matters fully into hand, he'd only seen the aftermath. And none of that accounted for never having worked with her.

Needless to say, Red was stressed. Which led to a lack of focus that made finding his way to the underground archives of the library (yes, library) that riddler set up in take twice as long. Having made his way around 12 different traps, a few of which were already cleared up and solved before he arrived, he couldn't claim surprise that Hood and Nightwing were in his ear, having already cleaned up their own parts.

"Where you at, babybird?"

"Entering the inner archives now."

"Not finished yet? Thought you were quicker than this," Hood teased.

"You were already on the scene when N called."

"Excuses excuses."

"We're entering the library now. Be down to back you up in a moment," Nightwing responded, cheerfully ignoring their antics.

"It's just Riddler, you don't need to help," He rushed to reassure, wanting to keep them and Mari separate in such an enclosed space.

"Never underestimate a villain off their meds, Red. Almost there."

And that's how he found himself in this situation. Every time an attack came either towards Hood or Wing, they'd have to deflect or defend themselves, but every henchman that even looked in his direction became immediately distracted by something else. Honestly, at this rate, he could probably waltz right up to Riddler and finish this now, but he couldn't help but sit back and observe.

One goon turned towards him, only to jump to the right, seemingly trip on his own two feet, and end up at the receiving end of an escrima stick.

Another freaked out and ran away from something only to slam directly into another fighting Hood. Both only took a moment to go down in the distraction. Two others ran from the room without any prompting. Soon enough they had Riddler in captivity, called in to Batman and Agent A, and left after handing the situation to the police.

"What the hell, you barely even helped!" Hood yelled the second they landed on Red's apartment rooftop, Wing having already returned to finish his patrol for the night.

"Yeah, and I'm supposed to have Sunday nights off."

"It's Monday morning and that's never held you back before."

"... We weren't alone," he let on, knowing he needed to offer up some explanation for his lacking response down there.

"... They were in there?"

"Yeah. I was observing for more information."

"That would explain the idiots tripping over themselves more than usual, I guess. What'd you find out?"

"Nothing more than we already knew. Evasive, lets the opponent take themself out. Some seemed to be running from something. Whoever it is seems intelligent as well. Took out a few traps before I even reached them. Went around others completely if they were already in that room when we arrived."

"That doesn't help us though," Hood stated, arms crossed where he leaned against a wall.

Blue/silver eyes appeared beside him, serious looking and tilted, giving the impression she was mimicking Hood's stance from less than two feet away. It took a monumental effort not to laugh.

"Not even slightly."

Heaving a sigh, Hood pulled off the wall and walked over to the edge, the eyes following him, rolling in mock exasperation.

"I'll have A look over the footage of the library, see if we can pick anything up," he called back, muttering about subpar cameras and lack of funding to inner city libraries before taking off towards the Manor.

For a second, the eyes disappeared, only for a figure to appear in the corner, shaded by two walls of the roof where the access door was.

Glancing around to ensure the others were long out of sight or range, he turned off his comm and took it out. Walking over to the edge of the shadow, he paused.

"No backlash for giving away your existence?"

"None at all. If I didn't want them finding out, I wouldn't have helped. As you implied, you had it under control."

"You're introducing yourself."

"Mhm! In a way where no one can deny I'm good or mistake me for a bad guy. I've seen how quick some of you are to attack first and interrogate later. Figure I'll allow interrogation later when I'm a more established presence."

He raised an eyebrow and stared her down a minute before she broke.

"Aaand I might enjoy messing with them a little. It's fun to see the 'World's Greatest Detectives' fumble all over themselves to figure out who's hiding right underneath their noses."

"Speaking of which, you plan on actually letting me see you, or just stand in the corner all night" he snarked.

"Hmm… not in the open. I'll meet you in your room."

With that, she disappeared once more.

…

Upon entering his room, Tim thought one of Ra's assassins had come for him once more. 'Hadn't that freak old man taken up a new obsession?!' Only to pause at seeing the same gray to blue eyes from the roof peering out from under the hood.

Flicking on a lamp much closer to her, he took in the full extent of the costume. Noticing a tail only barely peeking out around her calf and the sharp claws on her fingertips, Tim heaved a sigh.

"Tell me you're not cat themed. Dick will never let me live it down after all the shit we gave Bruce about Selina."

"More foxed themed if anything, though the eyes are more cat related," she giggled, voice still altered to her form.

"Pure black foxes are pretty rare. Sure it's not a fluffy black cat," he eyed her suspiciously.

"Not pure!" The tail lifted up to in front of her, the gray tip fully displayed.

"... It moved."

"Yes?"

"Why'd it move? I know for a fact you don't have a real fox tail outside of costume, so how?"

"Oh you know, do you? For your information, I have fox ears too."

Looking bewildered, he strode over to her, reaching for the hood. Squeaking, she disappeared once more. Coming back to himself, Tim took a step back, apologized, and requested she come out again. Reappearing before him, she watches him wearily, instincts on high alert and unable to reconcile the still masked Red Robin with Tim, despite them being one in the same.

"Could… you take off the mask first?"

"What?"

"I've kept out of Red's sight for too long, I can't get my instincts to calm down about it," she ducked her head down, almost squirming, reminding him who exactly was under that outfit.

Removing the mask slowly so as not to rip at the skin, he placed it down on the nightstand. He reached once more for the hood, watching for any reaction. When no resistance came forth, he slipped it down around her shoulders, the lower face cover not even twitching, as though held in place by other means.

There they were. Two big, fluffy black fox ears with gray tips and insides surrounded by loose silky gray locks. He couldn't resist. Tim gently grabbed an ear, rubbing his thumb across baby down textured insides. It twitched across his palm. Tilting the ear each way, he finally let go, only to run his fingers across the base as though looking for how it attached, pulling a low purr from the woman he had absentmindedly been fondling the ear of. Abruptly yanking his hand back, he stared down at Mari.

"They're real."

"Very."

"You're a furry."

"I'm a what?"

"Holy smokes, you're an honest to goodness Furry."

"... Says the man who regularly calls himself Red Robin, eh, babybird?"

Flushing bright red, Tim could only sputter, not realizing she had heard Jason call him that.

"Still not the one with an actual tail and ears!"

"Yeah, at least I didn't chicken out like some animal named heroes."

"And I suppose your name is as blatant as your costume?"

"Hmm?"

"Your name, you still haven't given it."

"Oh! Um, it's Teumessian."

"Teu-whata?"

"You know, like in greek mythology?"

"That's more Jason's line of expertise."

"Tuemessian was a fox that was destined to never be caught. Another name for it is Cadmean Vixen. Suppose you could call me Vixen for short," she purred up to him, eyes turning into slits, but cut short as a huge yawn overcame her.

"Alright, whatever you say Vixen. You get back into bed and I'll join you in a moment."

….

By the time Tim exited the bathroom for the last time that night, Mari was already passed out across his sheets.

"Can't believe I'm dating a furry."

#maribat #timinette #timari #theyre disgusting #i love them

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dammitadolfnomorecake · 4 years

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Once Bitten, Twice Stupid prt. 46

Keith hadn’t expected to be moving in to his apartment on the following Wednesday. He also didn’t expect said apartment to be three blocks away from work. The hunter had a feeling Shiro was behind that. His brother cautious over any potential dangers Platt had to offer.

He’d seen Miriam on Monday, not that he’d admit it but he’d waited in the car for Lance to message, never leaving the parking lot. Miriam seemed in good spirits as she talked about Lance and how happy she was that he’d found someone like him. Lance was a lot like his Mami. They both had this way of talking that drew you in. She also had a razor sharp sense of humour, and the way their faces scrunched up as they laughed was obviously a family trait. A family trait that left him feeling both grateful and anxious as his own thoughts kept coming back to his mother. He hadn’t said goodbye to her. He’d up and moved country, leaving her behind and it felt weird. Almost as weird as it was to be working for Coran now.

Coran seemed to like him too much. He’d asked all about how Lance was getting on. Keith felt kind of like he was betraying his boyfriend by explaining everything that had happened, which the fae seemed to pick up on as he smoothly changed the topic to how Lance was getting on with Matt. Lance seemed to be getting on better with Matt now. Matt was a tech geek like his little sister, he’d set himself up in the living room with his laptop, he and Pidge dissolving into techno-babble that only Hunk could keep up with. Now he was in Platt, all Keith wanted to do was go back to Garrison. Their apartment was already furnished, owned by Voltron, and had three bedrooms. The windows showed views of the city streets, where far too many noises drifted up to reach them on the fifth floor. Shiro said he wanted to find them apartment, yet somehow they’d ended up going with the flow. Coran meant well, but it kind of felt like they were being kept under his thumb. Keith wouldn’t have been surprised to find hidden cameras in all the light fittings like some dumb movie.

Their stuff had been delayed in delivery, so wouldn’t be there for anything from two more weeks up to a month, making things feel even more sparse and unhomely. Like he was a stranger in someone else’s life. Pidge already blown up the chat that morning complaining that he hadn’t said anything about his sudden moving and he owed her big time for leaving. Sure, he’d left, but Pidge was where he wanted to be. She wasn’t lost. She hadn’t left Lance’s house since Matt’s return. Neither of them would be there tonight when Pidge’s parents came to dinner at Lance’s. Lance was stressed over it that morning when they’d cuddled in bed. This “move” couldn’t have been on a worse day, nor did it make much sense to Keith. Sure, Coran wanted to do skill assessments on both on them first thing the following morning, but he could have dragged his arse out of bed at ungodly o’clock if it meant not seeing Lance trying to be happy for him.

That wasn’t to say Lance wasn’t happy that he’d be working through things with Shiro. He was and he’d told him that so many times Keith had to kiss him to shut up. It was more... more... like Lance had given him a taste of what it felt like to be in a real home where hunting was secondary to living. Throwing himself down on the red pleather sofa, Keith pulled out his new phone. Blue and Lance were his Home Screen, his Lock Screen a random photo of the desert he’d found on the internet. Sure, he was being sappy and stupid, but he could really use a cuddle from Blue right about now. With his leg slung over the sofa, he hated the piece of furniture. The only thing going for it was the fact it was red

“Well, this is it. Coran said we can find our own place once things settle down. We need to go shopping for the essentials. You’ll probably want more clothes”

Lance had packed him a backpack filled with the few things he’d bought him in their time together, plus a few shirts and pairs of jeans that he’d been borrowing

“Keith, did you hear me?”

Keith kept tapping on his phone, opening his chat with Lance up. Lance had messaged him, because his boyfriend was far too damn nice. His message along the lines of guessing Keith was frowning right about now, but he needed to remember that it wasn’t forever and Garrison really wasn’t that far away. Keith couldn’t help smiling slightly. Even apart, his boyfriend still cared

“Yeah. You want to go shopping”

“Unless you’re intending on sitting there sulking”

Keith frowned, his tone huffy

“I’m not sulking”

“Right. You do know Garrison is down the road”

“I’ve been told”

“Look, Lance will be fine with Curtis. Matt and Rieva have started settling in, and he’s got Pidge”

“I didn’t say he didn’t”

Keith’s thumb paused over his phone. He wanted to tell Lance how much the apartment sucked... yet... if he did that than Lance would worry. The apartment didn’t really suck. It was clean, styled around the primary colours, plus green and black. Not his colour theme, but not hideous and not Lance’s house

“Am I allowed to send him photos?”

Photos would say what he couldn’t

“Not of the outside, or from the windows. It’s for our safety and his. You’ve got your private phone, but if you lose it, it’s safer it doesn’t trace back to this place”

Keith nearly rolled his eyes, feeling like he was channeling a little Pidge as nearly corrected Shiro over “GPS” being a thing. Pointing that out would mean Shiro would probably say no to him sending photos

“I’m going send him photos first. He’ll be worried”

Shiro sighed at him. They’d picked up the keys from Coran, so it’d been like 2 hours since he last saw Lance. Talk about being pathetic

“Keith, you only saw him this morning”

“So? It’s not my fault it feels weird being here without our things. We were supposed to take this move thing slow”

“Coran wanted us...”

“I know. Let me message Lance, then we’ll go shopping”

“Okay, kiddo. You want to pick a room?”

He kind of had to. Keith knew Shiro knew he was in a flunk over moving. When they’d come back after meeting with Coran, the first thing Lance had done was wrap his arms around him and welcome him home. Was it stupid he wanted that for here to. He wanted Shiro to wrap his arms around him and welcome him back? They’d kind of moved on from doing that and Keith had forgotten how nice it felt.

Out of the three bedroom, Keith picked the one with the least amount of light. His sleep schedule had been pretty messed up before Lance came into his life. Insomnia had come with the job, long nights of tossing and turning unable to switch off after work. Lance soothed that. He didn’t question Keith’s nightmares. He didn’t make a scene or a fuss. And Keith was grateful for that. Coran had tried to make the bedrooms more homely. The beds were all queen sized, each with a flowery duvet cover and small crappy trinkety things on the bedside table. His new room was okay in it’s own way, if you liked something that looked like it’d been put together by someone who was at least several decades out of style. Taking photos, he hesitated before sending them through to Lance. He didn’t want Lance to feel he was rubbing this new distance between them in his face, so followed up with “I wish you were here”. He hoped that didn’t sound too lame. He already knew he was being stupid and lame over the move. He’d lived for his job for so long, that he really should be used to it.

“Why am I not surprised you chose the room with the least amount of light?”

Keith tried to act like he hadn’t been so absorbed in waiting for his messages to be read by Lance that he hadn’t jumped at Shiro’s voice behind him

“Because mornings can go fuck themselves?”

“Keith, I know it’s hard, but this is a fresh start for both of us. I think it’s what we both needed. Adam wouldn’t want us to be stuck on his memory. He loved you, kiddo. He’d want you to be happy”

Playing the Adam card was a dirty trick, because Keith knew Shiro was right. His brother probably had a lot of bad memories in Rome, and hell knew he wouldn’t miss James and the rest of the werewolves

“I know. Do we really have to go shopping?”

“Unless you want to start our night with figuring out how to eat the sofa, then yes. We really have to go shopping”

“Fiiiiine. I’m getting a new cover for the bed”

“I don’t think Coran will mind”

“I don’t care if he does. Lance said he’d judge me on me, but he talks so much about Lance that it’s kind of weird”

“Well they have known each other longer than we’ve been alive. He’d got to be better than Iverson”

“Iverson can suck my dick”

“I didn’t know you felt that way. Better not tell Lance”

Keith rolled his eyes. Out of all his instructors Iverson had been the worse. Always going on about how he could do better. Always going on about how he should be more like Shiro and Adam. He’d punched him hard enough to detach the man’s retina in his left eye. He felt like shit for it. He’d very nearly been thrown out of it, but Shiro had stepped in. Needless to say he hated him even more after the incident

“Lance and I are taking things slow”

“That still doesn’t mean you don’t want Iverson to...”

“Say that again and I’ll punch you in the dick”

Shiro gave a laugh

“Okay. Okay. Point made. It’s not every day that you mind out your brother is into older men”

“I’m not. It’s just Lance. And stop making me talk about him. I don’t like missing him”

“You don’t want to miss him?”

“I don’t like feeling like I’m on the other side of the planet... I feel like... like something’s going to happen”

“I know it’s hard, but he’s not alone”

“That’s the problem. What if he turns into a bat?”

“Then they’ll cover it”

“What if he goes into heat and something happens?”

“Keith, he was perfectly okay on Sunday, and we’ll be back in Garrison for the weekend. If anything happens he has your number”

“I’m overreacting, aren’t I?”

Keith stared down at his phone, Lance hadn’t replied yet. He didn’t like that Lance hadn’t replied. He was probably busy with the others, but what if he was busy he forgot about him? Coming up behind him, Keith was lifted off his feet by Shiro, his brother dumping him down on his new bed, before collapsing next to him

“I forgot how big you’ve gotten”

“You’re just getting old”

Shiro snorted at him. Keith huffing as he slapped his brother’s stomach

“Geez. Thanks for that. Look, it’s a new relationship, I get it”

“I just feel like...”

“Lance isn’t about to forget you. He isn’t about to skip town. He’s probably busy making lunch for the others”

“I know. I feel stupid for missing him”

“Nah. Not stupid, only human. Now, can we please go shopping? I’m starving”

“Lance fed you this morning”

“So? All this morning has me hungry”

“What moving? It was three bags and your suitcase. You could have at least packed clothes for me”

“Let’s not dwell on my mistakes. This is going to be good for us. I can feel it”

“Yeah... maybe”

That was all the enthusiasm Keith could muster. He really was pathetic. He’d survived all those years without Lance, a few more days wouldn’t change anything.

Saturday took its sweet time rolling around. For an underground complex, VOLTRON wasn’t as bad as it seemed. There gym complex was kind of awesome. It had everything Keith could ever want from a gym, including a pool which he was excited to try out. Thursday had been all about testing physical strengths, once they’d been through full medicals... his heart passing with flying colours. Friday gave him flash backs to high school he could have done without as Coran tested their base knowledge with written exams. Allura had offered to show them the sights around the city, but Keith wanted to do that with Lance.

It wasn’t that he disliked Allura, she was just someone he didn’t know. Friday he’d tried out the gym, sensors stuck to him so Coran could analyse the data. The man pointing out the few jumps in his heart rate which he delighted in pointing out coincided with messages from Lance. Lance sending him stupid gym work out memes, despite Keith telling him Coran was monitoring his physical condition. He’d turned into one of “those” people in the last three days, those kind of people who waited for every message and leapt to check their phones at the first chance. He’d never been that before. He’d never worried over what to say, or cared what kind of face he was making. Shiro called it his “Lance face”. Keith called him stupid. He missed his boyfriend and when Saturday came, he couldn’t have been happier.

Having barely slept, thanks to over thinking seeing Lance again, his two coffees didn’t agree with him during the car ride. Shiro had to pull over twice because he’d gone pale, his stomach rolling the whole drive. Apparently the car came with the job, it wasn’t anything remarkable, a plain sedan designed to be like the other thousand plain white sedans in Platt. The only difference being it was teched up, and carried a small arsenal in the trunk in case of emergency situations. Shiro thought he was hilarious as he’d bought a solar dancing thing for the dash which was a vampire whose head and arms moved. Keith could only groan at him, supposing it was better than a dancing hula girl. If he’d said as much out loud, Shiro would have made it his mission to find one, so the hunter wisely kept his mouth shut.

Pulling into Lance’s drive, Keith nearly threw up as his nerves bloomed on top of everything. It felt like every time his social worker had pulled up at next foster home. He’d be there for a time, proven too much effort, then move onto the next family. By the time reached Lance’s house, Lance was out the front waiting. Blue trying to escape from his hold. They’d finally made it and the drive couldn’t have felt any longer if Shiro had actually tried

“I didn’t think my driving was that bad”

“I think I used the wrong milk”

Shiro had his own milk. Living with Lance, Lance automatically swapped to lactose free and he hadn’t given it any other though. Not all milk turned his insides into a pit of boiling lava, but apparently Shiro’d found another brand that did. Maybe it was easier to hide his butterflies under the guise of bad milk when it meant ignoring memories of the past

“I’ll swap it out when we get home. Need help getting inside?”

Keiths stomach gurgled, Keith hoping things weren’t about to get any worse than this in front of Lance. Lance could probably hear them... he didn’t want his boyfriend knowing. He was grown man. He shouldn’t be this nervous. This was Lance. He had no need to be nervous in front of Lance, plus, what would he say about Keith showing up sick?

“It’s an upset stomach, not a broken leg”

“Okay. Let me know if it gets any worse. I can pick up something from the chemist if you need?”

“Don’t blow this out of proportion”

“I forgot how moody bad milk makes you”

Shiro was lucky he was his brother. He wasn't being moody... Shiro should be grateful he hadn't brought up Curtis, like a moody anger loaf might. They might need to check on Matt, Rieva and Lance, but Keith would bet money that Shiro and Curtis were a hell of a lot closer than his brother wanted to admit. But no. He wouldn’t say that. Because he wasn’t moody.

#once bitten twice stupid #oncebittentwicestupid #ashratherose

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robotslenderman · 3 years

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Still only partway through CP77.

Spoilers for the Death’s Head questline.

Warning: this involves my V ignoring canon, having a mental breakdown and expressing it by attacking poor, poor fucking Judy.

So like

My V was a complete fucking mess after the Heist and what happened there. Her best friend (and crush) was dead, she almost died, and she had a fucking terrorist in her head who could TOUCH HERRRR and had hijacked her body and hurt her, and she was going to die in a month and slowly lose control of her body to someone who wanted to hurt her.

She. Was fucking. Terrified. Even when Johnny offered an olive branch she didn’t trust him at all (something Judy would come to relate to, although my V hasn’t yet noticed the parallel).

So when Judy refused to give her any information on Evelyn?

V, who was absolutely scared for her life and having a mental breakdown after the death of her best friend, went to visit Judy.

With a baseball bat.

And used it.

I know this doesn’t make it better at all, but V did hold back a bit -- didn’t hit the head, pulled her punches on the body and spine, and mostly went for the legs. If any permanent damage was done, it wouldn’t be to Judy’s brain, it wouldn’t be to her hands or arms. Better she disabled Judy’s ability to walk if she went too far than fucking lobotomising her or fucking up her hands.

How fucking considerate of her, I know. V basically wanted to scare the shit out of her, made her think that other people were hunting down Evelyn (”if you don’t give me this information, I’ll just fucking kill you. I don’t need you. I can wait for someone else to find her first and drop in on them. So you better talk because otherwise you’re not getting out of here alive”), and made a big song and dance about how the only reason V wasn’t going to fucking annihilate Judy on the spot was because Jackie would never forgive her for turning into a complete monster.

Anyway. Poor Judy quickly blurted out the information about Clouds once she realised V was not fucking around. V threatened her again, then got the fuck out. And obviously hasn’t been back to Lizzie’s since.

When she calmed down she wrote Judy an apology letter. (I told my friend this. She was like “your V is fucking psycho.” Yeah.) She was like “look, I know an apology doesn’t mean jack fucking shit after what I did to you, but... idk man. send me what you owe the ripperdoc and I’ll square my debt to you.”

Yeah V, because contacting someone you fucking traumatised is a BRILLIANT FUCKING IDEA, I bet Judy wouldn’t be afraid AT ALL to send you a bill!

(Naturally, Judy didn’t reply and just sent some of the Mox. V gave them everything she could spare and told them to come back in a week for the rest. They roughed her up. She fought back enough to defend herself and eventually toss them out, but didn’t attack them because she knew that wouldn’t help Judy.)

Needless to say, when she ran into Judy at Fingers’ place Judy was NOT at all happy to see her and didn’t want to work with her at all. V basically gave her all the details she uncovered at Clouds -- by now she was actually pretty damn worried about Evelyn and she’d started coming to terms with the fact she was going to die, so she was far more concerned about finding Evelyn than getting anything from her, and was terrified Evelyn was dead.

But obviously Judy was still Mega Freaked Out and traumatised and wasn’t going to work with her. V didn’t offer, either. V didn’t try to scare Judy, but she was also a bit tetchy because Judy obviously didn’t want her looking for Evelyn still, and so V probably scared her a little still because V was like “look, I’m going to find her whether you like it or not, get out of my way. She is in big fucking trouble and I don’t have time for this.”

Judy followed her into Fingers’ room and watched her deal with Fingers. V was actually pretty calm when dealing with Fingers, then realised how fucked up it was that she beat up Judy but not this asshole, so she beat up Fingers too.

Nice, V. Way not to freak out Judy even more.

But obviously, Judy didn’t want to work with V like she did in canon. So V got the snuff film by herself. Unfortunately, she needed an editor, so this was the point where she reached out to Judy again. Sent her a text message that basically said, “This film could help me find Evelyn. Give me a time when you won’t be in and I’ll use your stuff to get into edit mode and track them down.”

V’s dumbass logic: “she probably doesn’t want to see me but I need this information, so I’ll just tell her to keep away from me.”

Judy’s response was “oh my god, even if you could do this without someone on the outside what the hell makes you think I’d let you on my tech unsupervised?!”

(V: “Oh. Right.”) “Do you want me to find Evelyn or not?”

“That’s not what I meant! Come in, but I’m operating the computer and I’m putting Mox in there with us, so don’t you dare try to intimidate me.”

“... Yeah that’s a much better idea. I just knew you wouldn’t want to be alone with me.”

“Can’t imagine why.”

(V, thinking a joke might put her at ease a bit, not realising it just makes her look like a psychopath anyway.) “It’s okay, I’ll leave the baseball bat at home.”

(Judy is not at all amused.)

So the questline continues the way it does in-game, except with a very jumpy Judy. It’s when they find Evelyn that Judy is freaked out enough to be distracted from V. V carries out Evelyn, speaking to her softly.

At this point V had totally come to terms with the fact she was going to die. And Evelyn was a complete fucking mess, and Evelyn was not going to talk even if V wanted her to. So my V didn’t even bother with that, just helped Judy get Evelyn the hell out of there.

Once Evelyn was settled in Judy’s apartment (it’s only later that Judy realises “oh shit, now V knows where I live”) Judy and V’s conversation went almost exactly as it did in canon, with the exception of the more trusting/loyal responses Judy gives you, which Judy simply omitted. V also elaborated on some of the stuff in her letter -- that V was dying because of the relic slowly overwriting her presonality, and she’d hunted down Evelyn because Evelyn could give her a lead to go on to reverse the process. But V still didn’t make any attempts to talk with Evelyn. V knew she was going to die. She wasn’t going to compound Evelyn’s trauma even more. When Judy expressed concern that other people were hunting Evelyn, V was like “oh, shit, no, actually, I was bluffing.”

“...”

“I wasn’t going to kill you. I just wanted to make you think I was. I don’t know of anyone actually trying to hunt her down, and I didn’t run into anyone at all while chasing up this information on her. So either she’s in the clear and nobody wants her, or they’re being damn subtle about it. Either way, since she’s in this condition she’ll be staying inside and lying low, so that’ll help her shake off any tail she might have.”

V gave Judy some more money, though not the full amount because she’s still scraping the eddies together -- told Judy she’d make sure she was fully reimbursed before she went. Told Judy if she or Evelyn needed anything more, call her.

...

By then, after seeing her with Evelyn, Judy is not sure about my V.

After the baseball bat incident, Judy thought that my V was an unhinged violent lunatic. I mean, V was an unhinged violent lunatic -- but she’d thought my V was that by default. But obviously my V showed Evelyn a lot of empathy and concern -- genuine empathy and concern, not V trying to go “LOOK HOW NICE I AM” to Judy. She knew V wasn’t trying to show false empathy to butter up Judy because V got pissed at her in Fingers’ office for getting in the way of her trying to find Evelyn to make sure Evelyn was okay. That is, pissed at her for that specific occasion of Judy getting in the way -- V was definitely not checking on Evelyn’s wellbeing when she visited Judy with the baseball bat, but Judy tried to discourage V from going after Evelyn again at Fingers’ office and V’s response was pretty much “oh fuck OFF, she’s in a really bad situation and needs help.”

So Judy was like, okay, there’s two possible judgements you can make about V:

V is one of those people who seems absolutely lovely until she gets in a bad mood, which is even more fucking terrifying because that makes her unpredictable.

V legitimately was in the middle of a mental breakdown and Judy just happened to be really fucking unlucky in that she was the convenient target. V had said this in her letter but obviously Judy was like “What the FUCK did you really send me an APOLOGY LETTER for almost BEATING ME TO DEATH” and hadn’t really taken it seriously, but now she’s starting to think V might have actually told the truth.

Judy is hoping it’s the latter but she’s not holding her breath, and also you have to remember that even if it was a mental breakdown... it showed her exactly what V was like when she was having a mental breakdown, and therefore meant V was perfectly fucking capable of doing it again.

(Meanwhile V was thinking “If she knows I was having a mental breakdown then she knows she doesn’t have to be scared of me doing it again.” No, V. You’re wrong.)

Judy is less spooked after seeing V in action with Evelyn, but she’s still very wary of her. But after V helped her with Evelyn, Judy told her not to worry about the rest of the eddies and just accepted what V gave her then and there. V almost pushed it, but realised Judy probably didn’t want to feel indebted to someone who beat her up with a baseball bat, so she dropped it.

V later sent Judy a weighted blanket for Evelyn to sleep under. “I’ve got one, it helps when I’m stressed. It won’t make her any better, but it might give her a little comfort.”

So right now, V and Judy have an uneasy truce. V keeps her distance from Judy unless she has to, except to occasionally ask after Evelyn, and Judy keeps her distance right back.

V is, however, not sucking up to Judy or grovelling to her. All she wanted was to let Judy know she didn’t have to be scared of her (although again, Judy is perfectly fucking aware that even if it was an actual mental breakdown then yes Judy should be scared of V having another one), that Judy didn’t have to worry about V going back to have another go at her.

V’s not going to make a huge deal about what a horrible person she was. She’s... well. Even if she thought it would help, she’s got a month to live unless the omega blockers give her more time. She’s not going to wear a hair shirt over this. She gave Judy some funds for the ripper doc, she’s apologised (even if an apology feels awfully pathetic), and she’s kept away from her.

Now she’s going to go back to chasing up leads, because Evelyn is in no condition to help. Because Judy released her, she’s been able to pay off her debt to Vik, and now she’s scraping up funds to pay Rogue for help and trying to talk Hakemura out of that fucking parade because that idiot keeps trying to get himself killed and she has to stand by to haul his ass out of the fire.

#Dusty plays #CP77 #violence cw #poor fucking Judy #my V's relationship with Judy parallels her relationship with Johnny #on account of the whole scaring-the-shit-out-of-Judy thing #like how Johnny did with her #optimistically #she's also getting along better with Johnny now #although she doesn't see the parallels AT ALL #I'm sure Johnny'll point it out later #just like how Judy is wary but relaxing with V #V is wary but relaxing with Johnny #Valentina

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harveywritings92 · 4 years

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You fall asleep on them/ They fall asleep on you 2: Arno, Jacob, Shaun

Older!Jacob Frye: The two decided to get away from the city for awhile, away from all the noise, kids and interruptions, Jacob was sitting by the dock early evening watching the water, enjoying smiling to himself recalling how the two of you did more then just swim in this lake not even an hour ago, a few younger women noticed him sitting alone and were making their way towards him.

When you quietly sat down next to him wearing his jacket, you spied the girls watching on enviously before scampering back to where ever they came from. "You did this on purpose didn't you?" he hummed pulling you close enjoying the smell of bonfires in the night air and the sight of you in his clothes. "Maybe..." you cooed slowly drifting to sleep as Jacob hummed giving you a kissing your hair... "Sleep well love."

How he fell asleep on you Younger! Jacob: Evie had been working Jacob to exhaustion, you know this because he would go to visit you to vent about it, unfortunately during one of his visits it started to rain and the two of you were far from your house! the only shelter in the park was a small guard booth luckily it had no door! downside? it was only big enough for one person.

You were about to suggest finding a tree or Gazebo so one of you wouldn't have to stay outside. But Jacob already had an idea... He went inside sat down and opened his arms up to you. He wanted you to sit in his lap!? You were reluctant at first until a rumble of thunder cause you jump and stumble into his arms!

"There we go, was that so hard?" He hummed in you ear your face felt hot as the sound of the rain mixed in with Jacob's heartbeat as he let you get used to being so close to him, before gesturing to move over into a more comfortable position.

you sat back to his chest while his arms rested comfortably around your waist, as the two of you small talked it wasn't before long you noticed Jacob's voice was getting huskier with fatigue, poor guy, his sister's been really stressing him out with the Templars and POE hunt.

You felt his head snuggle into you shoulder as Jacob soft breath blew against you neck wasn't before long that you followed after him. Evie and Henry found the two of them hours later.

the female Frye was not happy and was ready to tear Jacob a new one! but Henry got her to lay off, reminding her that she and her twin are human and everyone needs a break or else they'll break... Needless to say Evie was a little more lenient with her brother from now on.

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Arno: He was sober for once when you came to bring him food, You sat down next sliding a basket to him. "It's Onion soup and some croissants and apple sauce." Arno muttered a thank-you knowing you would get trouble visiting him, he about to open the basket then noticed you were soaked!

He hadn't bothered to look outside, but he did now; and saw it was raining heavily out there! "You walked all the way over here in that?!" he demanded bewildered you nodded while trying not to shiver not really understanding why he was upset for.

"Merde.." Arno hissed as he brought his hand to your neck and was alarmed at how cold you were! He grabbed some of the damaged furniture and started breaking and tossing pieces in the fireplace and lit it up.

"Stay there" he disappeared into his old room finding a blanket and rope from his clothesline and returned to the room he left you in, and without hesitation he said "Take off your clothes." You gawked at Arno unsure if you heard him right? "I-I sorry w-what?" you stammered watch him set up the rope near the fireplace. "I said take off your clothes." he repeated again not looking at her. "Unless you want me to do it for you?" he said briefly glancing over his shoulder.

Your face felt hot but did as you were told, he saw your shirt tossed at his feet, he hung that up after few moments the rest of your clothes followed. then a blanket was tossed your way, Your wrapped that around yourself as Arno finally turned around and sat down before gesturing for you to sit down next to him, you were hesitant to do so unsure if Arno had ulterior motive.

"I'm not going to do anything Y/n, you should now that by now." You frowned that was true... even when he was drunk he never really noticed or tried anything on you, that made your situation a hell of a lot more awkward considering you've had feelings for Arno for quite a while, but all he ever thought about was Elise.

You sighed sitting down next him pulling your knees to you chest a after a while the two of you started talking nothing of interest just how life been going since monsieur De La Serre's death You were working as Nanny for a some noble family, apparently the oldest son is around Arno's age. "He interested in me you know?" You don't know why you were telling him this it won't change anything...

"I see... Is he good to you?" was all Arno said making your stomach knot up. "I wouldn't know, I haven't given him an answer." You hummed leaning against him feeling tired drifting of the sleep, unbeknownst to you. Arno's heart felt like it took an acid bath hearing that someone was interested in you, and what pissed him off ever more was... he couldn't understand why?

How he fell asleep on you; After dead kings: It was years since you'd last seen Arno you knew Elise has passed you put flowers on her grave when you can... So, it turns out that noble you told him about? was in it for the thrill and not love like you had forced yourself to believe, once he got what he wanted he tossed you aside when his family dismissed you, You managed to get a job at a tailors as a delivery girl. the pay was decent but not really enough to keep a roof over your head.

So you spent your nights dressed as a man to keep safe. So imagine your surprise one night falling asleep in a freezing alley and waking up in a warm bed in a nice apartment with someone's arms around you! You tensed up and rolled over to see Arno? let's just say he had a lot explaining to do when he woke up!

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Shaun: he was working on his computer late at night when you brought him coffee, he mumbled at curt thank-you and went back to checking archives and document for any locations or connections to a piece of Eden, when he felt a weight on his back, Shaun looked behind and rolled his eyes, of course you'd fall asleep like a movie cliche...

He sighed loudly and went back to work, that was until Rebecca tried to wake you up. "Don't." he barked causing the hacker to cock a brow at him. "Is that protective aggression I hear Shaun?" the blond assassin's snorted. "What? pfft, No!" he chortled "It's just... the more Y/n sleeps, the less I have to hear her annoying voice." Shaun hissed awkwardly glancing behind him making sure they hadn't woken you. "uh-huh, Right...She likes [fave candy] by the way" Rebecca smirked returning to her station.

How he fell asleep on you: Caffeine and whiskey plan and simple, he been up almost four days after ...Desmond. Shaun isn’t really outward with his feelings, tends to put them aside so they don't get in the way of the mission, but mission be damned! Loosing Lucy and finding out she was a traitor was one thing, But Desmond? as much as Shaun hated to admit it your brother was a good friend... possibly the closest thing Shaun's had to best friend in while, even if it was a short run!

He'd actually admitted that to you while drunk he'd stumbled into your room at the safe house, with what you though was thermos full of coffee, until you got a whiff of his breath and smelled the whiskey mixed with the coffee. After he unloaded all that emotional baggage he threw up in your trash can and passed out on your lap! leaving you process everything he said... hopefully he remembers this in the morning, might just help the both of you get closure.

#assassin's creed x reader #assassin's creed syndicate #assassin's creed unity #shaun hastings #arno dorian #40yr old! Jacob Frye #Jacob Frye #Shaun Hastings x Reader #arno dorian x reader #jacob frye x reader

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