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verstappen-cult · 2 months

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CHASING HEARTS | MV1 & CL16

summary: you’ve been friends with max and charles for quite a while now, but as much as you’ve tried you just can’t keep denying your true feelings anymore. so, what happens when they came knocking on your door demanding an explanation?

pairings: max verstappen x fem!reader x charles leclerc. content warnings: hurt/comfort, poly relationship.

“she said she was busy studying,” charles says as he gets out of max’s car parked right in front of your building. “i don’t think we should be here.”

max gives him an exasperated look. “and you really believe that?” when charles shrugs, max can’t help but roll his eyes. “she’s been ignoring us and giving poor excuses to not hang out with us for weeks, don’t you think it’s a little strange?”

charles, in fact, finds it strange. at first he thought nothing of it, but then max came to him ranting about how he saw you hanging out with oscar and lando, laughing about something the younger boy had said, but when he got closer, that beautiful and melodic laugh died in your throat, and you didn't look at him once.

charles just looked at max and waited patiently until the boy stopped his ranting. what came next was a conversation that was bound to happen. but when they tried to approach you they were met with a cold text saying you were too busy, while you tried very hard not to cross paths with them around university.

they just can't take it anymore. ambushing you at your own house it's probably a bad idea, but hey, they need answers.

the elevator ride to your apartment can't be fast enough, max thinks that if he has to spend another minute without knowing what happens he will most definitely go crazy.

the blonde-haired boy slams his fist against your door, anxiety and anger building inside of him. charles has to put his hand on his shoulder to try and ground him.

you open the door wrapped in a very cosy blanket, surprised to find them there. "hi?" you say, at a loss for words. you've missed them, you'd be lying if you say that having them in front of you, even if max looks angry and charles a little sad, it's not what you've been dreaming about.

"hi, sweetheart." charles gives you his signature smile, with dimples on display and everything. "can we come inside?" he asks, but max is already pushing the door open and making his way into your home.

"i can't to his anymore," it's the first thing max says, hands on hips and a frustrated expression on his face. "what is happening? i need an answer now. we need answers. you've kept us in the dark long enough."

charles knows max is hurting and trying very hard not to take it out on you, even if you're the who caused this, so, he takes a step forward.

"we've missed you, right?" the monégasque raises his eyebrows, throwing daggers at him. max sighs, shoulders dropping slightly. "we just need to know why are you ignoring us. and if after that you don't want to see us again, then... we will not force you."

that's exactly what you don't want to do and why you distanced yourself in the first place. you promise yourself you were not going to tell them the reason.

you close the door while wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders, as if that is going to magically make you disappear.

"i—um, it's not..." you avoid making eye contact, fearing that if you do your walls will crumb and you'll let your true feelings rise to the surface. you're in great danger already.

max makes a noncommittal grunt and mutters something under his breath.

you sigh, putting on a brave face. "i just been busy. finals are around the corner and i've been distracted," you raise your eyes to, finally, look at them and charles heart skips a beat, even if he catches your gaze for just a second.

"bullshit," max hisses through his teeth, seeing right through you. why did you thought you'd succeed in lying to them? "did we do something to upset you?"

"no! no, you didn't to anything wrong." you rub your hands over your face, exasperated.

"then why are you doing this?" charles really doesn't understand because you aren't making any sense. "we thought everything was fine.”

max inhales softly, counting to ten in his head. "i even asked lando if he knew something and he said it was not his secret to tell, so, we know something is happening."

"i can't be your friend anymore!" you feel tears threatening to spill down your cheeks.

"what?" both say at the same time, but you don't have the heart to look at their faces.

max runs his hands through his hair, it's a little too long again and you'd volunteer to cut it if it weren't for what's happening right now.

charles paces around the living room, alternating between looking at you and then at his feet.

"it's not that big of a deal," you shrug, walking past them into the kitchen to make some tea just to have something to do. "it's not like i'm an important part of your life."

they follow you into the kitchen because of course they can't leave it at that.

"what are you talking about?" charles sounds broken, he can't believe you'd think so little of you. and what you actually mean to him and max. "if you really think we can forget about you that easily, then you don't know me. or max." he says, tugging at max's wrist.

"you're very, very important to us. we care about you, we've been so worried—"

"i just can't, okay!?" you turn around, forgetting all about the tea. "i can't get in the way. i won't."

"in the way of what?" max sounds so confused, and when you look at charles, his expression is the same one as the boy standing next to him.

"i know you're together." you whisper, glancing fearfully between them.

"well, obviously." charles chuckles, amusement tilting his voice, but his expression still shows how confused he is. "i mean, we're not exactly subtle about it. and we spend a lot of time together, so, you would've noticed, eventually."

"that's exactly the problem!" you throw your hands in the hair, finally giving up. you can't do it anymore. "i like you." your eyes widen in fear once you hear yourself saying the words you swore to yourself you would not to say out loud.

max looks at charles, but charles keeps looking at you like you've grown a third head or something. and when neither of them says anything, you know you've fucked everything up.

"i like you, too." charles finally says, letting go of max wrist to get closer to you, but he doesn't get too far because you are moving out of the way, away from him as much as you can.

"you don't understand," you look at them with cheeks burning with embarrassment. "i like you. both of you. and not like friends should like other friends, okay? so i can't be friends with you."

max laughs, like actually laughs, throwing his head backwards and all. it makes you feel stupid and tiny in that big, stupid kitchen.

you should not have said it. you should have made something up, you should have acted like a grown ass adult and shove those feelings deep inside of you, forgetting all about wanting to be held by them, and kissed, and comforted.

stupid girl with stupid feelings—

"hey," max says, in a voice too small to be his own. "can i come a little closer?" your shoulders tighten, you really want to say no but you are nodding before your mind can catch up with it.

max walks slowly, being followed closely by charles. they don't want to scare you and have you walking away from them again.

"sometimes," max says carefully as you bite your lip trying to regulate your breathing. "these things happen. we're not actually seeking them but, as most things in life, things happen... i know how that feels, schatje." charles lifts his right hand so, so slowly, until is resting on your hip, fingers pressing into your skin ever so slightly.

"i'm so sorry, max —"

"don't apologize. you don't need to apologize for having feelings." he says and you bite your lower lip harder, tasting blood. you don't deserve his gentleness, you don't deserve charles’ caring touch, you don't deserve anything. "you didn't do anything wrong, okay?”

you open your mouth to say something, but close it again quickly when charles shakes his head.

"you still don't get it, do you?" the brown-haired boy asks, and coos at you when you tilt your head to the side. "max, she doesn't get it."

they share a knowing look, smiling playfully when his eyes are back on you again. you feel lightheaded, aware that something is happening right in front of your eyes but not understanding a single thing.

"we planned on having this conversation a little bit different," charles beings to say as max's hand finds comfort on your lower back. "max would cook something for us and we would eat, then watch and movie and, at the end of the night, we would have this conversation."

max hums, nodding along. "but you ghosted us and fucked all of our plans." the monégasque slaps his chest playfully with his free hand while you feel like you're gonna be sick.

"wha—what are you talking about?" your heart is about to be spilled out onto the floor.

"we like you, too." charles confirms, his voice rumbling through your ears.

"we didn't noticed what was happening at first," max has a small, shy smile on his face as he remembers the exact moment he had the conversation with charles, where both of them ended up crying while trying to understand what it all meant to them. "it was thanks to you ignoring us that we realized our true feelings."

"at least something good happened because of it." charles' voice is small like a child's and, for the first time in forever, you cup his cheek, his skin feeling soft and so warm. you do the same with max, getting goosebumps all over your body.

"you're not playing with me?" you need to be sure before getting your hopes up.

max's grips tightens on you. "we aren't that cruel, baby."

you want to cry. and scream, and laugh, and cry some more.

you look at each other for what feel like ages, you've missed each other so much that now that you are finally reunited, you don't want to be apart anymore.

then, the three of you start giggling like children.

"can i kiss you?" charles shyly ask, earning a snort from max beside him.

your tiny nod it's all he needs to lean in and brush his lips against yours. it's a timid kiss, tasting each other slowly. it's delicate and gentle, you feel like floating up in the air which leaves you feeling dizzy when he eventually pulls away.

max doesn't asks, he just leans and waits for you to make the first move. which you definitely do. there are butterflies in you belly and you feel so nervous that you bump your nose with his, making them both laugh. max grins into the kiss and lets you take all the control, following your lead.

their kisses leave you feeling warm all over and with a buzzing in your ears that even after an hour of making out still won’t go away.

it's stupid and it's not gonna be easy. there are so many preconceptions about poly relationships that you know people will talk. but for now you don't care about anything but the two boys glued to your sides as you cuddle together on the couch.

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punishereditz · 1 year

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7 Years

Pairing: Jake Seresin x f!reader

Warnings: None. Just a lot of fluff and nerdy stuff. Childhood best friends to lovers. Do not copy!

AN: I absolutely love incorporating songs with my stories and I have this song on my playlist, and I got this idea. I have been at a terrible writer's block, but luckily, I was able to get this story done just in time for Valentine's.

Summary: All the times Jake asked you to marry him and all the times you turned him down... until one day it was different.

7 years old.

Jake runed through the yard and back to the tree house even though his mother specifically told him not to run. He had quickly climbed up, plates in hand. He sat by you, grin wide, you could tell he was up to no good like he usual his. The question was what was he is up to now?

His legs swinged as he happily ate the sandwich his mom made him for lunch, and you ate yours that she made for you. Luckily that day, she let you eat outside.

He giggled and smiled next to you, not being able to contain himself. He turned to you. "Will you marry me?" He finally said what has been on his mind.

You gave him a strange look as he held his arm out. Flower in hand. He patiently waited for an answer from you.

"No! We're to young." You spoke as if it was the most obvious thing.

His arm fell to his side, and before his smile could fall, he quickly snapped back with confidence, "But you will one day."

"No way Jake!" You shook your head and your refusal only made Jake want it more. Even if it would be a challenge, it was nothing he couldn't figure out. Jake knew right there and then that you were going to be his girl one day. He is going to stop at nothing until you are his.

11 years old.

Jake had searched the entire house, and there was no sight of you. After asking your mom, he made his way to the barn in hopes he would find you there. And he did.

He made his way to the top of the hay-bales where you sat up high. Head down in your notebook. He peaked his head over your shoulder. Trying to see what it is your drawing now.

"Whatcha drawing?" He asked.

"A cowboy Jedi." You answered without looking up at him. To focused on the shading, you were doing.

"A cowboy Jedi?" He repeated your words.

You turned the notebook so he could see it better. Using the pencil to point out each detail to him, explaining it. "See?"

He looked down at the western style Jedi that you have been working on for no telling how long. He only smiled widely at you. He didn't understand your obsession with all those Star Wars movies, but he knew it made you happy and he loves seeing you get all excited about something.

Looking away from the drawing, he reaches into his pocket, pulling out a ring-pop, he held it out to you. "Will you marry me now?"

You laughed at him. Looking at him, then the candy. "Um... no. Nice try though." You smiled at him as you turned him down.

He let his head fall back, sighing. "I really thought the ring-pop would work. How could you say no to a ring-pop?" He said dead seriously, and you died of laughter.

"Will it make you feel better if I take it?" You somehow managed to speak through giggles. He said nothing as he handed it to you. His smile growing as he watched you go back to your own little world you have created in your notebook. You will be mine one day, He thought to himself.

18 years old.

Jake knocked on your bedroom door. Shortly after, you peaked your head out, then you fully opened the door for him to come in. Allowing him to see the mess you are. Your hair is tied up in a knot on top of your head. Mascara running down your cheeks and you wear an oversized shirt that swallows you whole.

You crawled back into bed, holding a pillow tight to your chest. Jake sat at the edge of the bed. Sitting two bags in front of you. He hated seeing you like this. It's rare for you to be this upset. Even when your sad, you usually still had a smile on your face, but that night you only frowned.

He pulls all the candy out of the bag. Trying to focus on cheering you up and not his anger. If you didn't ask him to come over when you called, he would have gone straight to the guy's house that did this to you. The guy you have been going out with standing you up for another girl.

"I got your favorites." He finally spoke. Handing you a bag of milky-ways. He reached into the second bag, pulling out a cd. He smiled as he handed it to you.

You gasped, eyes growing wide as you looked down at the Limp Bizkit's greatest hits cd. "Where did you find this? It's been sold out at every place I've checked."

"Well, a magician never tells his secrets." You roll your eyes. Tossing the pillow at him. He laughs.

"I'm sorry." He suddenly speaks. "You didn't deserve that." His voice is comforting. Soft. It catches you off guard. Tears threatening to fall. You stand up. Walking over to his side. As if he read your mind, he wraps you up in his arms. Holding you tightly. He gives you the comfort you need.

"You know... you wouldn't have to deal with assholes like him if you were married to me." You slap his chest.

"But then I would be married to an asshole- that I would never get to see."

"That's true..." He trails off.

"And before you ask, no." You speak. Knowing he will ask. And you know your answer. You're not dare going to say yes because you know once he joins the Navy, you will never get to see him.

"Do you really have to leave tomorrow?" Your voice cracks. Your terrified for him. But you won't let him know just how scared you are.

"I do, sweetheart." He fights off the knot that grows in his throat as he looks into your pain filled eyes.

"Well... may the force be with you." He chuckles.

"And may the force be with you." He puts up a smile for you. He wants to pull out the little round box with the ring he bought, get on one knee and beg you to marry him, but before he could even ask, you said no. And that's fine. He plans to try again.

35 years old. Presents day.

Jake's not paying one bit of attention to the movie. He looks down at his girlfriend in awe. You're laying against his chest, his arms wrapped around you. He watches carefully as your eyes light up and your smile grows as you watch A New Hope.

He's never cared for the movies but yet he knows everything about them because of you. He is willing to suffer for two hours just because he knows you love them so much. Even though you have seen the movies thousands of times, you still squeal and squirm in excitement when a part you love happens, and that's what he loves to see.

He loves his metalhead, Star Wars, comic book loving, nerd of a girlfriend. You're still the exact same person you were when you were 7. Even though you two have been dating for three years now, he is still in shock that he got you. That you are his and he is yours. He jokingly mentioned dating one night, and you said yes. Completely confusing the hell out of him. But he quickly pulled it together and asked you out. You've been dating ever since. All his dreams have come true. And yours to. Jake's a fighter pilot for the US Navy, a job he loves, and is dating the woman he has been in love with for his entire life. Things couldn't be better.

While Jake was off in the Navy, you were working your ass off in college, getting a degree in art. Now you're a comic book artist, dating your childhood best friend. Everything is perfect. But Jake knows a way it could be even more perfect. He reaches into the pocket of his sweatpants. Pulling out the death star ring box he has had since he was eighteen.

He sits it on your leg. Not saying a word. You pick it up and he tenses under you. You open it. Looking at the two sliver bands. You pick up the smaller one, noticing the words 'I know' printed on the inside. You grab the other ring, and it says, 'I love you'. You immediately realize that he printed what Leia said to Han in the rings. Your heart sinks, your throat tightening and tears coming to your eyes. The rings are Stars Wars, and the box is as well. Even though he doesn't like it, he did it for you.

Tears fall from your eyes, and he looks at you confused. You hand him your ring, looking into those emerald eyes. "Yes." You say softly.

He didn't think it was even possible for his body to tense even more, but it does. He moves his head back to look at you better. His eyebrows furrowing.

You chuckle, "Don't make me change my mind." You tease. He clears his throat. Breathing deeply. His body starts to relax as he takes your hand in his. Sliding the ring onto your finger. Before you can say anything, he smashes his lips onto yours. His hold on you tightening. Holding you impossibly close to him.

You finally pull away from him to catch your breath. Looking into his eyes, tears threatening to fall. "Mrs. Seresin... It's got a ring to it." His words make your smile grow. He holds and loves you the rest of the night. Never letting go of you.

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byunpum · 1 year

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The family's clothing

Pairing: Lo'ak x human reader

Neytiri x human reader ??

Tags: crushes,fluff, Neytiri being a sweetheart, cultural differences.

Warning: None, the characters have 20's

AVATAR MASTERLIST

You had a date with loak, well it wasn't a date… it was a hang out. You two used to go out every weekend alone. It could be somewhere, or just going to a place to talk. So you were getting ready. You had your hair down with some braids, which were adorned with beads that Loak had prepared for you. They matched his own.

And today you decided to wear the nice garment, that Neytiri had prepared for your birthday. It was a gift you didn't expect, because the dress style between humans and navis was very different, but when neytiri told you to go with her to 'create' something for kiri, she took your sizes and went to work in secret. So when she gave you this gift, you were very excited. First, it was something you had wanted for a long time. Secondly, seeing neytiri accept you more into her family circle made you very excited.

So you were getting ready, you paired the garment with a pair of short leggings. You felt so good, and you were so excited to show neytiri how good the top looked on you, and to see loak's reaction. So you left your room, going to the exit by the lab. There was your adoptive father norm. After the first events with the RDA, your parents died and norm stayed with you. You never knew your parents, you had no idea who they were. So for you your father was always norm.

You walked into the lab. "Dad…I'm going out with loak. See you," you say, grabbing your oxygen mask. Which, by the way, was a new model. It was a clear plastic tube that went in through your nose, where more oxygen went directly into your respiratory system. These tubes were small, so they didn't bother your nose, and they were comfortable when you put them in your ears. At the end they were connected to the oxygen box. The amount of oxygen that they released was just enough to allow the little air that came in through your mouth not to affect your breathing. Norm was a genius, your father was a genius.

"Ok honey, but be very careful…you know loak and spider get very adventurous" norm is talking but doesn't take his eyes off the computer. "Don't worry, it's just me and loak" you speak, you are about to walk out the door. When norm looks up and sees your outfit. "Wait…you're going out like that?" norm asks. "Yes, what's wrong with it?" you ask innocently. " Love…that's very revealing…. well at least for us" norm says walking up to you. "Excuse me… dad this is a traditional navi clothing. Neytiri prepared it exclusively for me" you say, you are upset you couldn't believe norm was saying this. "I know…but what if the other scientists see you?" says Norm, he was worried. "Well have them pull their eyes out" you raise your voice. Norm gets up from his seat, you might be of adult age, but you were still his little girl.

"Go change and put on something that covers you" norm speaks seriously. You remain silent, you couldn't believe he was asking you to change your clothes, just because his coworkers don't know how to control their hormones. "But daddy…this is a very precious gift for me" you feel your eyes fill with tears. "Just go and change. Then you can go" norm speaks, taking some papers and leaving in annoyance to another room in the lab. You walk to your room and change your clothes. You took off your nice garment, and put on a big shirt. Very ugly. You left the lab and headed for the sully family hut.

When you arrived at the hut, neytiri and loak were there. The boy had decided to wait for you there, and you had told him that you wanted to show him and his mother something. When they saw your figure peeking out of the doorway, they could see how sad you looked. "Hey what happened?" loak stood up to approach you. Stroking your hair. " Nothing…just, take neytiri" you speak, showing your hands, where you were holding the garment she had prepared for you. Neytiri opened her eyes in surprise, you didn't like it? Or was there a problem with the size? Because she could have adjusted it without any problem. "Come here dear" Neytiri makes a movement with her hands, so that you come closer to her.

You walk over to the woman, who is sitting on the floor preparing some things. "What's the problem? You didn't like it?" she looks at you, and sees your eyes fill with tears. "No, I loved it… I even had it on. But dad says it's not appropriate for me to wear it" you sob, loak is behind you. He had already sat down to hug you. "And what's wrong with that man?…I prepared this just for you. With unique pieces from this family, unique pieces that loak wears in his clothing. Like this is not appropriate" neytiri sounds furious. And she had every right to be.

She didn't understand how her clothing, the clothing of her people was inappropriate. And even more so when she had made everything by hand. Loak had approached her, mentioning that your birth date was near and he wanted to give you something special. Neytiri had grown very close to you over the past two years. You were a strong, kind and loving woman to her whole family. Compared to spider, you perfectly fulfilled the requirements to be a good match for her son. So she began to accept you into her family. And when loak asked her to help him make something special, she didn't miss the opportunity to make something that would represent her family, something that everyone would see and say "that girl is part of the sully's". She took loak beads, this would signify that you are her chosen mate. She also took feathers and beads from all the family members. These would signify that they accept and protect you. It was not just an outfit, it was symbolic.

"I know… and I want to use it. But I don't want daddy to be mad at me" you speak, you had your head down. Neytiri wasn't going to stand like that and do nothing. "Come… let's put it on. You will wear it" she says firmly. "But…" you start to speak, as you feel Neytiri grab your arm and lift you off the ground. So that you are right in front of her. "But nothing… if your father wants to say something, let him come here and tell me in person" she starts to remove your shirt. You knew norm wasn't going to confront neytiri, no one did. In fact, getting this close to her was something very special. And so far you were the only human who had this closeness with her.

Loak saw what was happening and moved to turn his back. The boy was excited, seeing how his mother defended you filled his heart with joy. He had chosen you as his mate, and although the two of you had not yet said anything to anyone. Everyone knew what was going on between the two of you. The connection you two had was very pure, and blessed by eywa. Mo'at confirmed this to neytiri, when at first the woman had her doubts. Her mother told her, that you were destined to stay together.

The large shirt ended up somewhere on the floor of the hut, while neytiri was adjusting your top, she adjusted some straps on the sides, adjusting your breasts. And fixing some beads. "There you are… you look beautiful" neytiri caresses your face. She sees your expressions light up again. "Then… I'll make a bottom for you" she said, while analyzing your shorts. "Can I look now?" asks loak, turning around to see how you had turned out. When he saw you, you saw how his eyes widened and a smile drew on his lips. "It looks so good on you… and look it has my beads on it" loak gives his mother a look, she looks at the scene in front of her.

Loak was sitting on the floor, you were in front of him talking and joking. While you were taking some braids from his hair and fiddling with them in your fingers. Showing and comparing the similarity they had, with your outfit. Loak had his hands on your hips. It wasn't maliciously, but as a show of affection. "Well…you two weren't going out" neytiri interrupts your conversation with loak. "That's right…come on. I want to show you something" loak gets up taking your hand, dragging you with him. Before leaving, you run to neytiri and give her a hug. "thank you!!!" you say, as the woman hugs you back. "You're welcome my child, go and have fun" neytiri watches as you run to where loak is and they leave the hut.

It doesn't take long before Jake walks in. " darling how are you?" says jake giving his partner a kiss and sitting down next to her to help her. "Jake we need to talk" says Neytiri, Jake knew she was mad. "Y/N came here crying, because norm wouldn't let her wear the outfit I had made for her. He said it wasn't appropriate" neytiri speaks, while cutting some fruits. "Love you know that the culture of humans and navi is different" said jake, trying to sound calm and neutral in the situation. "Yes, I know we are different… but she and your son are mutually interested in each other. And she has to adapt to our culture. And it bothers me that he keeps her from being part of our family" neytiri yells a little. "I know… and you know that Y/N is prepared to adapt and do whatever it takes to fulfill those requirements. How about I go and talk to norm?" jake is trying to work things out. After all, both parents were worried about their children.

Meanwhile, you and loak had already arrived at this beautiful meadow. there were beautiful flowers, which you had never seen before, you could see some passive animals walking and eating grass. It was a beautiful place. You and loak were sitting there enjoying each other. "How did you find this place?" you ask him, playing with the fingers of his hand, you liked that it was the same as yours. " I was flying in the ikran with spider, and I saw this place. The first thing that popped into my head was you" loak speaks, as you tangle his fingers with yours. You laugh a little, bringing his hand to your lips and giving him a kiss on the knuckles.

"thank you for thinking of me" you say as you look up. "I always do…always" loak, he just sits there waiting for your response. You get up and hug him around the neck. He crosses his arms around you, pulling you closer to his body. Feel how your lips collide with his, to give him a soft kiss. The kiss was slow, you wanted to enjoy the feeling of being so close. You broke away for a moment and gave him a kiss on the nose. " I already told you how much I love you" he sees your smile and copies your movement kissing the tip of your nose too. "Yes about a thousand times" loak hugs you to breathe your scent on your neck.

He had been through so much, since the second arrival of people from heaven pandora. Going to new lands with his family, trying to fit in. Having more war, knowing you were here alone in the forest with these people so close and him so far away from you and not being able to protect you. To then go back to the jungle with his family and think the worst had happened to you. So having you here…now with him in his arms. It was the best feeling in life.

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nikkisheep · 9 months

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To Be Alone With You (Part Two)

Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma!reader

Series Summary: Let's see, dear readers, where this journey of betrayal, lust, passion, and love take our viscount and Miss Sharma as they find their ways back to each other.

Warnings: Angst, kinda betrayal, guilty reader, proposal, sexual tension, reader stumbles upon Edmund Bridgerton's grave, Smut (oral F)

Summary: After the night of passion that was of you and the Viscount on the dock, Anthony is hit with the realization that he still planned on marrying Edwina.

Tag list: @faatxma

"I dare ask, Brother, what has gotten you to smile so much this fine morning?" Colin asked with a smirk gracing his face.

"I just happen to be in a good mood from the lovely night of sleep that I received last night." Anthony said with yet another smile.

"Could it be that our brother is actually in love with Miss Edwina now?" Benedict teased.

Anthony looked at Benedict and his smile faded at the mention of Edwina. She is a kind girl, just not who Anthony wants. At this, the Sharma sisters hurdle down the stairs in a fit of laughter as you were carrying a bucket of water and chasing your sisters down the stairs in hopes of soaking them. Instead, you slipped on your dress and Anthony raced to catch you before you had hit the floor. The other siblings including Anthony's watched as you let go of the bucket as it soars through the air and you land in Anthony's strong arms. You look at him and go to speak but the water bucket comes crashing down on the two of you, soaking you both completely. The bucket landed on Anthony's head and all you heard was a groan.

"My lord," You say as you shyfully lift the bucket off his head and his dark eyes peek under and make eye contact with you. His hair was ruined and your lady's maids were going to be upset that their hard work went to nothing because of how wet your hair was. You give him a light smile and just as you were getting one in return, Colin cleared his throat.

"Well, Miss Sharma, I am quite impressed with your entrances that you have been making." He smiled.

"I do try," You smile and give a bit of a bow.

"Please, Lord Bridgerton, do not think that we are always like this," Kate tried to reason, hoping that he wasn't mad.

"Miss Kate, you are quite fine. Nothing to worry about. I actually enjoyed the refreshing shower," Anthony laughed, a smile reaching his eyes when he looked at you rather than your sisters. His intended.

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Another walk in the gardens, you take in the flowers. You didn't realize how long you were in the garden and where the path was taking you. You walk under a large tree and see something that looks like a headstone. You look around and then continue on your walk to the headstone.

"Edmund Bridgerton, Loving Father and Husband," You read on the stone and figured that this had to the man that Anthony always looked up to. This was his father.

You looked down at the flowers in your hands and then bent down to your knees and placed the flowers at the grave site. You were in the middle of a prayer when you heard footsteps. You stand up quickly and then turn to the sound. It was Lady Bridgerton.

"Viscountess-" you started. She lifted a hand to shush you.

"Please call me Violet, dear." She smiled sadly when she looked at the grave.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know and I-I-I wanted to pay my respects to him," You say with a smile.

"This is Edmund. He is my husband. Well, was my husband," The older woman smiled with a sad smile.

"You loved him very much. I can tell. I wish I could have met him," You try to make her feel better.

"Have I told you yet about how much Anthony looks after this family?" She asked.

You shook your head.

"He has been there for all of us after Edmund passed. He was only 18 at the time. God, the stress that fell onto that poor boy. He was holding Edmund when he died and...and I think that was the day that my little boy died. When Edmund left, so did a piece of my son." She said with tears.

"Why are you telling me this?" You ask kindly. You thought she would be telling Edwina.

"Miss Sharma, when Anthony says that he is going to do something, he does it. He says he is going to marry your sister so I wanted you to know that she is in good hands. Anthony is the best of my sons to marry her because there is nothing more important to Anthony than his word." Violet said, taking your hand.

"Violet, he loves her?" You ask with a tremble in your voice.

"I fear so and I have seen the way you look at my son." You looked up with confusion.

"Viscountess...Violet, I'm not understanding what you are talking about. I don't look at Anthony in any way."

"I saw you in the hallway earlier today," She said with a sad smile.

"Tha....That was an accident." You sputter out.

"Darling, I'm not talking about your situation or position. I'm talking about the look in your eyes. It's exactly how I used to look at Edmund." She pat your hand and then stood up to invite you back to the house. You followed her with your heart heavy and mind clouded.

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Dinner was prepared and you were seated to the left from Anthony who was seated at the head of the table. You couldn't keep a smile when you looked at him because you saw how your sister looked at him. Like he hung the stars in the sky. Your stomach hurt with guilt of what had transpired between you last night.

"And Miss Sharma, I was wondering if you would like to maybe be a model for my paintings," Benedict said with a hopeful look in his eyes.

You smiled at the brother and nod.

"Of course, I have always wanted to be a model and to have my face and body drawn for me," You laugh a little and Benedict smiled and then blushed at you.

Kate smirked at you as she watched you interact with Benedict. You finished your drink and stood up. You turned to leave and kissed Benedict on the cheek. You smile at Violet and she smiled back. You left the room and that made Anthony fuming. Yes, he was supposed to marry your sister but he didn't want her. He wanted you.

Anthony excused himself from the table to follow you. He ran after you and he grabbed your elbow to keep you from going all the way up the stairs.

"Follow me," He said, pulling you down the stairs to his office and closing the door behind you.

"Yes, my lord?" You ask.

"I have been looking for you all day. God...being away from you has been driving me crazy," He says before moving to kiss your shoulder that was exposed. Your head falls back in bliss as you feel his lips ghost your sensitive skin that has only been touched by him.

"My lord-"

"Anthony, darling."

"But my lord, we need to stop." You moan out the last part when he sucks hard on your sweet spot.

"Call me by my name, Miss Sharma. My name is Anthony," He growls into your ear before picking you up and laying you down on his desk, papers sticking to your sweat-layered back.

You look down to see Anthony move under your dress. You start pulling the fabric over your stomach so that you could see his hair and you smile when he kissed your hand that was pulling at the fabric.

"My lord, we should stop. You are to be...married." Your back arched as his tongue made contact to your secret area that he was just last night and you moaned out his name as he ate you like a starved man. He dipped his tongue inside of you and your hand shoots to his hair and pulls harshly and he moans against your body.

"Anthony, oh god.'' You cry out as his finger starts to poke at your entrance and you were overcome by pleasure to even think about Edwina or Kate or what the mother of the man in between your gracious legs had said when her son is tasting you like this.

"Fuck, sweet girl. You taste divine," He groans against your pussy as he pumps in a finger before adding another. Your walls clamped tightly to his fingers and his mouth moved to your clit and starts to suck at it as his tongue flicks out to run over the sensitive bud there.

You reach up and grab a hold of your own breast as he ravages you in the best way. He starts curling his fingers to hook at that sweet, sweet pleasurable spot that laid deep inside you and you felt the coil in your stomach start to tighten to a painful blissful way as he looks up at you with deep, dark eyes that were blown with lust and you let go just at his stare alone.

"Cum for me, let me feel you. That's it. Be a good girl and let go for me. Let me taste you," He moans against you as he feels you gush around his fingers and onto his awaiting tongue. He drinks everything you have to offer until you have to push him away due to the over stimulation that happens due to his constant assault to your sensitive nerves.

He kisses up your body again and fixes your dress. You lean into his kisses and he whispers about how much he loves you before he helps clean you up. You hold onto him and he carefully takes you back to your room. You sigh because you know that you have to tell him that you couldn't keep doing this because he wants to marry your sister.

"My lord," You start.

"Anthony," He says.

"My lord," You try to continue.

"Why won't you call me Anthony unless we are private like we just were?" He said with a sad look in his eyes.

"Because you are not mine, my lord." You sigh before closing the door in his face.

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The following day, you were walking with your family as everyone was ready to leave and head back to London. You were sad but as soon as you saw Anthony walking to you, a smile crossed your face.

"My lord," You give a bow.

"Miss Sharma," You think he was talking to you but when you turn to his voice again, he was on one knee in front of your sister.

"Miss Edwina, I think this has been a long time coming and I would love to have the honor of making you my wife," Anthony said before you let out a gasp as he opened the ring box. It was his mother's. Edmund had given it to her and now he was giving it to Edwina.

Edwina gave a yes and kissed Anthony's cheek. Not knowing that his face was just between your legs last night and the night before. She will never know and you would sit in silence. You watched the happy couple and Kate hug them both and your mother was so happy. You smile to the couple and make eye contact with Anthony. All was said in those few seconds.

"I still want you."

#anthony bridgerton x sharma!reader #anthony bridgerton fanfiction #anthony bridgerton x reader smut #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton smut #anthony bridgerton x reader

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elysianholly · 3 months

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This fucking guy

My villain origin story is people claiming that Riley's biggest crime in the series was being boring. He wasn't just boring. He was a passive-aggressive chauvinist who the show bent over backward to defend. A while back on Reddit, I made a list of reasons why Riley sucks. This is that list, and I'm adding to it.

The only reason he punches Parker is because Parker is mouthing off about a girl Riley likes. Everything about this interaction suggests that Riley has heard him say similar before, and hasn't cared until the woman in question was someone he had a vested interest in.

He calls Buffy stupid for not wanting to date him (if this guy slid into your DMs and called you stupid for turning him down, lbr, this would not lead into a healthy, lasting romance)

He immediately puts himself in competition with Buffy. Even at his most inoffensive, he says things like "I don't even know if I could take you."

He has an inherently chauvinistic view of the world (established in The Initiative)

He is upset that Buffy had a significant relationship before she knew him and assumes Buffy boinked Angel in The Yoko Factor

He uses abuser language to excuse his shitty behavior like, "I love you so much I can't think straight."

He decides that Buffy doesn't love him all by himself

When he decides that Buffy doesn't love him, he confides in Xander and doesn't communicate his relationship issues with Buffy

He wants to help Buffy but only in jobs that are "manly." In No Place Like Home, for instance, he nopes out when Buffy suggests he help with the spell to identify what might be wrong with Joyce. Even if there wasn't a lot for him to do, he could, idk, stick around to be moral support for his partner who is trying to figure out what might be attacking her mother. That seems like a pretty standard partner thing to do.

He gets upset that Buffy "doesn't get all worked up over him" the way she did with Angel when "getting all worked up" in CONTEXT means "isn't constantly miserable."

He is sad boi at Buffy in OoMM for also prioritizing her mother's health after she believes Riley is healed rather than sticking around to play nursemaid

He wants Buffy to show emotion over Joyce at a time when Buffy literally cannot (if you've never had a parent in the hospital with a life-threatening illness, maybe you don't know that there are times/places to break down and "in the hospital" where you're supposed to be strong isn't one of them)

He doesn't care that his girlfriend's mother is sick, possibly with something life-threatening; he cares that he got to be the hero of the piece, the shoulder for Buffy to cry on. His only reaction to any of that was to be hurt that Buffy didn't respond the way he thought she should; no concern for her well-being or Joyce's, just Riley getting his feelings hurt because he wasn't the center of Buffy's universe or the rock for her to lean on when all went to pieces

This is further confirmed by the way he just doesn't mention Joyce's absence at all in As You Were. When he leaves Sunnydale, it's after Joyce has had a successful operation. He returns and she's not there and no questions? No condolences? It's because he doesn't care.

He doesn't ask about Buffy's death when she lets him know she died.

He starts separating himself from the Scoobies and then gets mad for not being included

He literally cheats on Buffy with vampire sex workers (there are people who say they were not sex workers, but in a show where monsters are metaphors, you have to be especially dense or willfully obtuse to not realize this is what they are)

Riley intentionally puts himself in a position where he might be killed or turned specifically to SPITE BUFFY, which demonstrates his lack of consideration for what she might have to do later if things go bad

Riley blames Buffy for being roofied by Dracula (again, monsters as metaphor)

He never apologizes or owns that he was unfaithful

He blames his infidelity on Buffy, actually

The first time Buffy learns Riley isn't happy, she's told she should've seen it, which is classic victim blaming and happens from Xander AND Riley (and a good amount of fans who want to excuse that behavior)

He is fine with torturing sentient creatures, and in fact had a stake made specifically so he could torture vampires without killing them

He goes behind Buffy's back all the time

Riley was not boring. If he were boring, he would be inoffensive. Dull to watch but not rage-inducing. But he is rage-inducing because, despite all the passive-aggressive gaslighting bullshit he gets away with, people in this fandom still believe he was "Buffy's best boyfriend." That she was to blame for the deterioration of this relationship. That he was the healthiest of the Buffyverse men. The show does, too. That's why Xander (Wh*don's mouthpiece) gives that sanctimonious little speech to Buffy (the audience in this case) in Into the Woods to scold us for not treating Riley better. Then they double down in As You Were to make Buffy fawn all over herself to let this gaslighting asshole off the hook for everything he put her through.

Riley's sin is not being boring. It's that he was actually awful. Wh*don himself once called Riley a "healthy relationship" for Buffy, and if that doesn't tell you something, there's no talking to you.

#btvs #buffy #anti riley finn #anti buffy x riley #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy meta #btvs meta

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bruciemilf · 1 year

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Okay besties, I have an idea for you;

AU where the justice league was rooted in a small town; everyone knows everybody and no one knows anyone. Not really. But them? Oh, they know eachother.

They knew Clark and Bruce would tie the knot right after graduation.

They knew Diana would take new York museums by storm. They knew Hal would grow into his dad's aviator jacket. They knew Barry would wear gold around his neck in the Olympics. They simply knew.

Except for the fact that Clark had no idea Bruce would go on to divorce him just to marry an old sparring buddy, -- Khoa something; he doesn't know to this day, and he refuses to learn, -- for reasons he wouldn't divulge.

And bruce didn't anticipate his ex husband being the one who would investigate his husband's murder.

Funny how death brings people together.

Not until Dick, their boy, his boy, too, - He's Jon and Kon's brother just as much as he's Jason's, Tim's, and Damian's, and no piece of shit paper could take that from him, - told him, a bone white paleness to his cheeks the day of his weekend.

Their home is chaos; Not a chaos he knows, a chaos he loves, but a disservice on their once home.

Four different cars parked in front of Bruce's manor, dark enough to blend in the depth of night, give Clark a pretty good idea of what he'll find.

" This is bad. This is really bad, right? Oh god, is he moving? He just looked at me, I SWEAR he just looked at me,--"

'' Who gave Barry coffee?" Clark doesn't want them to be shocked when he enters, because really, he's not supposed to be here. The spark of twisted pleasure when they see him Is small, but it's there. " Who died?"

Hal skips over the corpse currently occupying the living room carpet, a frenzy in his eyes, " We do NOT have time for your shit, Kent. It's bad enough Wayne dragged us along to his little graveyard shift,--"

Clark doesn't particularly want to know who's that Oliver tosses Russian words with over the phone, but he takes a pause, only to point sharply at the pilot, " As if you have anything better to do you plane crushing fuck--"

" One time! One time!"

" Quiet down! You're upsetting Bruce," Command and order came to Diana as naturally as flight does to birds; Out of them all, -- jaded and secretive and wore out by life like a pair of shoes, -- she holds the crown of stability for sure.

Clark envies her. Maybe because she's her, or because she has an arm around Bruce.

He's tired; And scared. Clark's pretty little ghost.

Blanket over his lean, strong shoulders, knees nestled to his chest, shivering under Diana's arms. His eyes haven't left the living room.

Not until Clark walked up to the bottom of the stairs, where he could catch a better view of purple and blue rendering Bruce's sharp cheek.

There's something undeniably demure about Bruce Wayne; Youngest of them, softest of them. Clark adored it; He's always been a beast of a man, -- granted, raised with Martha Kent's southern loving ways, but you can't make a puppy from a wolf.

Bruce very much disagreed, and told Clark as such. That they compliment eachother.

Clark can't help but be sad at Bruce's softness now; But he's not stupid enough to think Bruce weak, and God help you if you're that man. Maybe Khoa was that man.

Bruce's eyelashes flutter like a butterfly's wings, " ...Clark." You came.

" Hi, baby." You called.

He closes his eyes, silently letting embarassment take him. Hal facepalms behind him.

" Not to interrupt your weird Eye Make Out slash Emotional Hug contact, but seriously, we need to call the police!"

" No!" Bruce raises to his feet, fingers twisting and fiddling, a nervous habit. Clark wants to capture him in his arms and never let him move, " No. No police."

Diana's voice is gentle, " Why not?"

" Because he did it!" Hal says, " I mean, it's pretty obvious!"

" Oh shut the fuck up-"

" That's absurb--"

" Hal, you're scared I get it, but Bruce would never,--"

" I did," Bruce declares, sentencing them to silence. " I did it. "

A tension filled cloud slowly drips over them. Hal begins pacing even more. Barry joins him. Oliver's yelling gets louder, and the Bruce's fingers shake worse.

Clark, wordlessly, pulls him upstairs, hands gentle on his smaller wrists, ignoring the call back from downstairs, where death still lingers.

Bruce won't look at him when he asks, " Did you do it? Really?"

" He was going to hit me."

" He was already hitting you," Clark spits the hateful truth, acid hissing over his tongue like a well-sharpened knife, " He was already hitting you. And you didn't kill him then. "

A shiver, a tremble, Bruce turning his back as if to protect himself. Clark's heart hurts. He's never been someone Bruce needed protection from, " Please, --"

" So you were either going to stop him from hitting you... Or from hitting someone else," Bruce's frame moves from him, departs again, and Clark follows, because he let Bruce walk away one time and it got them here, " ...Or someone was gonna stop him from hitting you."

Bruce freezes, gaze wide. Only he's not looking at Clark. He's looking at what's behind him.

Clark follows the line of sight.

There's Jason, their youngest, their tallest, terrified, and teary, and blood soiling his hands.

#basically i saw a gifset of henry cavill in nighthunter and HAD to do something with it #bruce wayne #clark kent #superbat #dc #dc comics #bruce x clark #bruceclark #tw murder #writing #batfam #superfam #super batfamily #protective clark kent #protective bruce wayne #angst #soft bruce wayne #dc imagine #writing prompt

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palskippah · 4 months

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Hi!!

Here's two pages of sketchy drawings of Queen River and baby Bowser bonding I did for @raysbrainrot! I loved drawing it, thank you very much!!

(Here's my commission info btw!)

Also, here's a few points that I think are nice to say but didn't fit in the drawings :''v (I have so many thoughts of them hepl 🧍)

-Queen River tried to sew a bib for baby Bowser bc he was drooling everywhere and of course she could buy them the nicest bibs in the whole kingdom and all- but she wanted for it to be special. She knew that many koopa mothers usually made clothes (only when needed because koopas don't really use clothes but babies sometimes need them) or accessories for their koopalings, so she tried that too.

>Thing is, she's much bigger compared to her own baby, and she struggled a lot to sew Bowser's name on the tiny cloth, she used no more than five stitches for each letter and even then she didn't account for the space needed, so all she could put there was 'BOWS' with a crooked S.

>She was embarrassed as hell when Kamek asked what was it that had her so upset and she showed him the sewn bib while he looked at it and she covered her face in shame, he started to laugh- and then the drawing happened and that.

>Kamek started almost always dressing baby Bowser in that bib, and soon the nickname 'Bows' stuck for a while, until the queen died and from then on Kamek started calling him Bowser or 'little prince' or 'your *insert current emotion*-ness' solely, bc it was the queen who (without meaning to) gave Bowser the nickname, and it was like a reminder that she wasn't there anymore. With time, the nickname faded into forgetfulness, and no one ever called the koopa prince that anymore.

-Btw remember that baby Bowser had like they/them pronouns mostly bc they didn't have idea if the baby was boy or girl 🧍something about royal koopas idk

-When Kamek told Luigi of all he could remember of the queen and Bowser bonding, there was a very clear fondness in the way he remembered her, even after so many years (Bowser's like thirty-and-a-few years old, so it has been so long ago), and that's another part Luigi thought was very adorable, aside from the mom and baby.

-I imagine babies marvel at the fact that there's a very big being taking care of them, so imagine baby Bowser also thought so of the very big koopa that always was very sweet and congratulated him even when he didn't do anything and cuddled him very lovingly- and then one day she wasn't there anymore and it felt like he lost a part of himself (I can't remember when is it that babies realize their mom isn't a part of themselves?? But :''''v), even if the other being that took such good care of him (dada) was still there, he cried a lot because the main one (mama) wasn't there anymore and no matter how much they called her she didn't come to comfort them.

That's all pipipi :'v I love them

Addition!

-After Queen River's death her portraits and pictures had to be taken down in the whole castle (maybe except the one in Kamek's room, which he looked at very sadly-) because baby Bowser kept seeing them and getting excited and making grabby hands to the portraits to reach them, and then they'd get sad and would cry when the paintings obviously didn't reach back for them. Kammy and Kamek (with a big pain in their heart) had the paintings and any art representing the queen to be taken down, so the prince wouldn't see them. That's also why Bowser started forgetting about her very quickly, and then they didn't get sad nor missed their mom 👍 cries

#super mario bros #my art #commissions #queen river #bowser koopa #kamek #for real i loved this bc akjdsakd :'''v #i love her so much i'm glad i got commissioned to draw her jiji

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floshoe · 11 months

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You Mean Everything To Me

warnings; fluff, angst, talk about death, medical stuff, violence, injuries, bad parents

summary: you save Yelena’s life and in return she becomes your everything.

pairings; Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Pietro Maximoff x Half-Sister! Reader, Avengers x Fem! Reader

a/n: i am IN LOVE with this picture 😍

It wasn’t until later in life that you found out you were only born because of your moms' infidelity. So, when you looked back on your childhood it made sense. You guess that you were just a reminder of her biggest mistake. (It also didn't help that you looked so much like your father) So instead of getting parents, you got to watch your parents love and cherish your half siblings.

And as a you got to the toddler stage, you started to resent your siblings, and that led to fights and tantrums, which, in turn, lead to punishments.

Wanda and Pietro never got punished, even when they started the fights: they stole your toys, pushed you, teamed up on you, and when they broke something, they blamed it on you. Which meant you spent most of your time sitting in the corner facing the wall.

They were the angels of the house who could do no wrong. Because you weren’t even supposed to be born. They made that fact very clear as you got older.

So, the night that your parents died wasn’t the worst day of your life, you never wished death upon them, but you couldn’t be as upset as your siblings.

But when it came to HYDRA, they wanted you to go with them. You’re still not sure why, but they did and sometimes you’re not completely sure you’re happy they did.

So on and so forth Ultron happens and while you were fighting robots Pietro got killed saving clint’s life. And for some reason Wanda blamed you for it.

“Why didn’t you stop him?!”

“I didn’t know he was going to do that! I wasn’t even near him, why didn’t you?!”

You two didn’t talk for a long time after that. Yes, you were saddened by his death; but you couldn’t be as sad as Wanda because you practically had no relationship with him.

But the Avengers still accepted you as a part of the team. Until once again Wanda poisoned your only friends against you just like when you were kids. You don’t know how she does it, but she always managed to make you look like the bad guy.

And once again you were isolated into a corner, all alone with no one to pull you out. The final straw happened on your last mission as an avenger.

Your job on this mission was basically to just keep the enemies busy while Steve tried to save the undercover agent he was sent to help escape. You were doing well, your powers making it easy to do it. Or so you thought.

You were so caught up on what was in front of you that you didn’t notice some of them coming up from behind you. They made you lose focus, and your powers caused the whole building to collapse.

You killed the undercover agent and all the information they had gathered. And almost killed Captain America.

That was when you swore off using your powers, you had almost killed an avenger. You had killed someone. And your powers got too out of control, so you didn’t trust them anymore.

That was the last straw, after that mission no one ever trusted you again and you were banned from missions. But that night you just packed up and left, you were no good to them otherwise; and it’s not like they’d miss you.

And that leads to you now, in a decent apartment in New York City, currently trying to decide what to do for dinner. Pizza or mac and cheese were your options tonight.

You eventually decided on pizza and made your way out of your apartment. Grabbing your coat on your way out as you decide on where you want your pizza from. You decide to head to your normal place and relax for a while. It’s been a while since you’ve had a relaxing night.

Not too long after you left the avengers you went into nursing school, helping people had always been a passion. Which was why you were so happy to be a part of the avengers. You’ve been a nurse for about a year now and you’ve loved it. You’d given up on friends a long time ago; who would want to be friends with you anyway?

Sure, it got lonely, but you just got to live your life without restrictions.

You were walking home when you heard someone breathing heavily in an alley way. Your nursing instincts pushed you to investigate, so you slowly walked into the alley, but not before grabbing your taser.

You don’t walk too far in before you see a blonde in tactical gear sitting against the wall struggling to breathe. It doesn’t take too long for you to put the pieces together.

She’s Natasha’s sister.

Before Natasha turned on you, she had told you about her sister. The one she had left behind in the Red Room. Which made you nervous about her intentions when it came to her seeing you. But then you remembered that the Red Room had been taken down but the two widows. (You saw it on the news.)

So, you can only assume she was with the avengers now and this had happened due to a mission. You see that she’s not conscious. you worry about her not making it, so you get her to your apartment.

You lay her down on the guest bed and run to your bathroom to grab your things to help her. You felt weird unzipping her suit but when you did you continued without remorse because she had been stabbed more than once and she was probably close to bleeding out.

It took at about 2 hours to stitch her up completely, she had some cuts on her legs and arms too. Along with some bruises, she won’t feel good tomorrow. You help her into some of your clothes and shut the door behind you.

The next morning you wake up early and see she’s still asleep. Which makes you feel better because she could try to kill you in your sleep if she woke up first.

You’re alerted to her waking up when you hear a groan from the guest bedroom. you slowly make your way to the room, knocking on the door.

“Hello?” her accented hoarse voice calls.

You slowly open the doors with your hands up, not knowing how she’ll react.

“Who are you?” her accent heavy in her words.

“My names y/n,” you tell her.

“What am I doing here?”

“I found you in an alley almost dead so I brought you here- to my apartment to help you.”

Her demeanor shifts a little bit before she tries to get up, “you really shouldn’t-”

“Don’t,” she cuts you off. “I don’t know who you are, but I need to leave.” She tries to get up but as soon as she sits up the sharp throb of the wounds shoots through her, and she falls back onto the bed. “What did you do to me?”

“You mean what did I do for you? I saved you from bleeding out in that alley Yelena.”

Her defenses shoot back up, stronger than before, “how do you know my name?” The coldness in her voice almost makes you shiver.

“I used to be friends with your sister, Natasha,” you tell her.

“What? how?” her confusion evident in her features.

“I used to work with the Avenger, I don’t know if they told you about me.”

She shakes her head.

“I’m y/n Maximoff, Wanda’s sister.”

“I thought she only had a brother,” Yelena says.

You scoff, “of course she just completely erased me when I left- anyway you should probably stay here for a little while so you can recover. I don’t want to be the reason that the famous black widow’s sister dies.”

“Why did you work with the Avengers? Did you have powers like Wanda?”

The mention of your powers makes you freeze, “you should eat something. mac and cheese, okay?”

She just stares at you, so you leave the room to make the food.

Yelena got a weird feeling when you checked her wounds, it took a lot of convincing, but she eventually let you.

You used nothing but care when you touched her, touches so soft she almost thought she was imagining them.

“You never answered my question,” Yelena whispers.

“Hm?”

“Do you have powers like your sister?” she asks.

“Yeah... yeah I do,” you hesitate.

“Why aren’t you an avenger anymore?” she asks again.

You sigh as you put on new gauze on her wound, “it’s a long story Yelena.”

“I have time,” she motions to her current state.

you sighed again and sat down at the edge of the bed, Yelena looking at you expectantly.

“I was never close to my family; my parents practically abandoned me as soon as I was born except i kept living with them. i honestly don’t know which is worse,” you start.

“To keep it simple I raised myself as I watched my parents raise my siblings. And when they died, we went to HYDRA for their experiments. And then after that we joined the Avengers Pietro died, our brother, and I made a mistake on a mission that got someone killed.”

Yelena’s brows raise, “was it an accident?”

“Yeah, but I killed someone, someone important and I was banned from missions after that, no one trusted me anyway, I wasn’t close to anyone thanks to Wanda, so I left.”

“What do you do now?”

“I’m a nurse, helping people just like I’ve always wanted,” you smile.

Yelena’s lips curve into a small smile, “Did you know who I was when you saw me in the alley?” you nod. “So, you know what I’ve done?”

“You mean what you were forced to do? Yes. But I don’t judge you for that,” you tell her.

“so, you aren’t scared of me?”

“Even if I was I would be able to protect myself, powers or not,” you tease.

“Mhm, I doubt that” she smirks.

“Maybe when you’re better we can test that theory,” you offer.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

The month Yelena spent with you was honestly one of the best months of her life. It was filled with friendly banter, teasing, and her making a new friend. Natasha hadn't tried to contact her because Yelena told her she was at a safe house for now. Natasha was reluctant to leave her be and demanded her location but Yelena being the stubborn woman she is refused to tell her. Only telling her that she'll be back soon.

She found comfort in the way you were able to calm her down if her mind kept her up. She was hesitant at first but the genuine worry in your eyes helped ease her worries.

those nights where she had trouble sleeping; you treated her with the upmost care. You offered to watch tv to help keep her mind off of her nightmares. she would inevitably get tired and fall asleep, and she would let her head fall onto your shoulder.

You honestly didn’t mind, you were just glad she felt comfortable enough with you to fall asleep, let alone on you. You just wrap your arm around her and her head leans onto your chest.

The next morning Yelena woke up on top of you on the couch, she immediately got up and went into the guest bedroom. The sudden movement had woken you up, “Yelena?”

You see her as she shuts the door. You didn’t see her for the rest of the day.

Later you learned that that was the first time she had ‘cuddled’ with someone and she genuinely didn’t know what to think of it. When it came to touch, all she thought was of how she had hurt people and how people had hurt her. So, when she woke up that close to you it had caught her off guard.

That’s you tried to help ease her more slowly into touch. You would sit closer to her on the couch and lean into her when something was funny, your hands would touch when you handed her something. Like your clothes since she had arrived here in her tactical suit.

Wearing your clothes also made it easy to be close to you, smelling your scent in the clothes she wore, on the bed she slept on.

She learned more about you in a month than any of the avengers had in the years you had as an Avenger, more than your own sister. you learned more about her too, her time at the red room, reuniting with Natasha, and even her time in Ohio.

As she got more comfortable with touch, she began to initiate it too, sometimes holding your hand when watching movies, or hugging you in thanks after you help her through some particularly hard nights.

You never expected a thank you, it was something that came easy to you: helping her.

And as she spent more time with you, she started to wonder why you never used your powers if you had them.

“Why don’t you use your powers?” Yelena asks as the two of you eat dinner together.

“Because i don’t trust them anymore.”

“Why?”

“Do you not remember when i told you that i killed someone?”

“It was an accident.”

“Someone’s still dead.”

She never asked about them again after that.

When Yelena was healed enough to leave you were honestly sad. You weren’t sure if she would come back. you were worried that if she asked them about you, they would poison her against you.

“Be careful okay,” you tell her as you part from your goodbye hug.

“I’ll do my best,” she teases. “I’m sort of an avenger so that’s not exactly unavoidable.”

“Oh, I know, just don’t die.”

She nods and looks in your eyes, “I don’t want this to be the last time I see you.”

You sigh in relief, “good, because I don’t want this to be the last time either. I happen to enjoy your company, Belova.

“I also happen to enjoy your company Maximoff,” she smiles.

And that’s when the arrangement started.

After missions, you were the person she went to, not Cho, her sister, or even an Avenger. you.

The way you would take care of her made her heart skip beats. the care you had for her obvious when you would worry over her when she showed up hurt.

And when you weren’t at your apartment, she went to the hospital you worked at praying you weren’t busy. Of course, you were but you were always able to aid her.

“What happened to being careful Lena?”

“Getting hurt isn’t something that is easily avoidable, y/n/n.”

“I know, but it feels like I’m always fixing you up after every mission you have. you know you can come see me when you're not injured, right?” you tease.

she smirks, “I know I just barely have time to.”

“Where do they think you’re going?”

“I honestly don’t know, I just sort of leave and when they ask I do this,” and she shows her glare.

“Okay easy there, I don’t want to have a heart attack before I finish your stitches,” you joke.

She smiles and shakes her head.

This arrangement goes on for about 3 months before Yelena starts to realize her feelings towards you, they felt more than friends, but she didn’t know what that meant. And her only solution was her sister.

“I don’t know what to do about it, I can’t talk to her about it because she’s the one I have feelings for, and I can’t function around her. she thinks there’s something wrong with me when I can’t form a sentence when she looks at me or when she touches me, I don’t know what to do!” Yelena rants as she falls onto Natasha’s bed.

“Sounds like love.”

Yelena’s head snaps up, “what?”

“You love her.”

After that she starts analyzing her interactions with you, thinking about how she would feel doing this like cuddling, kissing, cooking together. She often smiles when she thinks about it.

And she’s not the only one struggling with feelings. You’ve had trouble with them since about a month into you being her personal doctor. You’ve seen the way she looks at you when you’re patching her up, it’s not that hard to notice considering she’s never had to hide this sort of feeling before.

The feelings came into light on accident, she had finally had time to just come see you without getting hurt. You guys decided to sit on the roof of your building and have dinner since the landlord had been able to decorate the roof with lights and furniture.

You sat next to each other on the couch and ate your dinner in a comfortable silence, you both had had long days and just simply being in each other’s company was enough.

And as the night went on, Yelena's mind drifted to what her sister said,

"You love her."

And after a you noticed she wasn't listening to you, you wave your hand in her face, "you okay there?"

She nods but that doesn't really convince you, "what's going on?"

She sighs and puts her bowl down and moves so her body is facing you. You mirror her actions and wait for her to talk.

"Do you ever get the feeling that this could mean more than we think it does?" She asks.

Her question throws you off guard, having not expecting this from her, "I mean, yeah, but I never thought that you would."

She furrows her brows in question, so you clarify, "Being more than friends with someone didn't really seem like something you wanted. You never really talked about anyone like that before."

"Because I've never felt like this before, and plus I wasn't going to talk about my feelings to the girl I like. Especially when I didn't fully understand them."

Oh. Well, that makes sense. Wait- "You like me like that?"

"Yes, isn't that what this whole conversation is about?" She giggles at you.

"Well, yeah, but I guess, I don't-" Yelena can't listen to you ramble any longer so she grabs your face and pulls you in for a kiss.

It's unlike anything you've ever experienced before, the feeling of her soft lips perfectly fitting with yours giving you a feeling of euphoria. Yelena no different, this being the first kiss she's shared with someone she truly cares about.

You both pull away and rest your foreheads on the others', looking into each other's eyes. "We should do that more often," you breathe.

"Definitely."

The rest of the night was filled with longing looks, soft touches, kisses, and long talks about the possibilities for the future.

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It's about a year after you guys confessed your feelings for one another and it's been great, you’ve been able to see her a little more often since she hasn't been assigned to as many mission recently.

Your relationship. has gotten to a point too where Yelena wants to tell her sister about you. The woman who both saved and changed her life. But that didn't really go over well.

"Why can't you meet her?" Yelena asks.

"I already have remember? It didn't exactly go to plan," you remind her.

"I know but maybe it's okay now, it's been a few years," the ever-stubborn woman that you call your girlfriend points out.

"Please? You've become one of most important people in my life and I want to share that with other people. Show them how much we love each other." She walks over to you and wraps her arms around your neck.

"The last time I saw all of them wasn't pretty Lena, I don't want your relationship with your sister to be impacted by this," you plead with her. "Maybe someday, but I'm also not ready to see all of them again, especially my sister."

This conversation didn't lead to the result Yelena was hoping for, so she dropped it.

It's only a few weeks later when Yelena is sent on a mission that's supposed to last for a little while. As she's getting ready to leave you make sure to give her a good luck kiss. "Be careful, okay?"

"I always am," she gives you another kiss. "I'll see you soon dekta." And she grabs her bags and she's out the door.

It's only two weeks later when you see a distress call from Yelena, saying she's hurt. You immediately use your powers to teleport to where she is so you can help her.

You run around to try and find her, and when you do you see her laying on the ground similar to the way you had found her the first time.

You run over to her and try to figure out what happened. You see she’s awake and hold her face so she looks at you.

“Lena, baby?”

“y/n?” she groans.

“What happened honey?”

“Explosives,” her eyebrows furrow when she looks behind you and that’s when you hear a gun click.

“Get away from her,” the authoritative voice of Natasha Romanoff orders.

“Nat,” Yelena tries to tell her who you are but she’s too weak to do so.

“Get. The hell. Away from her. I won’t ask again.” she demands as she walks closer.

“She needs medical attention-”

“I know she does, now walk away so she can get it.”

Yelena looks you in the eye and slowly nods for you to walk away. “She isn‘t going to listen to you,” she whispers.

You reluctantly set her head gently against the wall and get up and turn around with your hands up per Natasha’s request.

When you turn around and she sees your face you watch as she recognizes you. “What the hell are you doing here?

“She needed help, so I came.”

She shakes her and puts her gun down to run to Yelena, she picks her up and takes her to the quinjet. Taking off without you. Yelena looks around for you but she can’t find you.

“Where is she?” she asks.

“Who Yelena?”

“y/n,” she whispers before she falls unconscious.

The next time she awakes she’s in the medbay with Natasha sitting next to her.

“Are you okay?” she asks her younger sister.

“Fine,” she says even though her head feels like it’s going to explode and her entire body is sore.

“How do you know y/n?”

Yelena looks at her but doesn’t answer. “Where’s my phone?”

“Why?”

“I need to call someone.”

There was really nothing you could do as you waited for hours for Yelena to maybe call you to tell you she’s okay. It’s the next day when you finally here from her. And she’s asking you to come to the compound so she can see you.

You agree. You’re there within a couple minutes but you’ve run into an issue. How do you get past the entrance. You try and teleport to where you think the medbay to be and hope.

You look up and see the room Yelena’s in. You quickly walk to her hoping not to run into anyone. You walk on the room and see Natasha and Yelena talking.

They both look up and Yelena smiles. “So, you’re the person who’s saved my sister life,” Natasha says.

You nod, looking at Yelena who motions with her hand for you to come closer. You walk over and she immediately grabs your hand with hers and you rub your thumb over her hand.

“You okay?”

“Sore, but yeah I’m fine.”

The moment is ruined as the rest of the Avengers walk into the room and see you. You tease and move to let go of Yelena’s hand but she holds yours tighter.

Tony is the first to acknowledge who you are and he doesn’t really react except for a nod. The rest of them do the same except for Wanda. She glares at you and looks down and sees you holding Yelena’s hand.

“You two know each other?” she practically hisses at you.

You nod.

“How?” Wanda asks.

You don’t really know what to say so Yelena tells her. She tells all of them how you guys met, you saved her life, became her person, patched her up after missions, and are now her girlfriend.

“So that’s where you go,” Sam realizes. He wasn’t an Avenger that same time you were so he doesn’t know about the grudge the others held against you.

“Why did you go to her instead of Cho or at least one of us?” Natasha asks.

“I felt safe with her,” Yelena admits. Her response making you smile even though you’re still have a staring contest with your sister.

“Wanda, it’s okay,” Natasha tries to tell her.

“No, there is no world where this is okay,” she growls at you and walks closer to you. “You have done nothing but make everyone’s life harder so do us all a favor and get the hell out of here,” she demands as her eyes start turning red.

“No.”

“No?”

“No! I’m tired of you bossing me around. First, you’re younger than me, second, I haven’t done a single thing wrong towards you m my whole life. Third, yes, I was born being our mother cheated on your father, but I have done nothing wrong except for being born. The only reason you hate me is because your parents did and their resentment towards me reflected onto you so you hate me too. I’m not going to be your punching bag anymore. I’m done!” You yell and watch as her expression falls and she leaves the room.

All that’s left is awkward silence left after your outburst but you haven’t felt this kind of relief in so long. You’ve had this pressure on your shoulders tour whole life and now it’s gone. You’ve stood up to someone, not who you really wanted to but this is as close as you’ll get, and let them know that how you were being treated wasn’t okay.

You look down and Yelena and see her proud smile as she squeezes your hand, happy that you stood up to your sister. The rest of the Avengers eventually leave and you sit in a chair next to Yelena’s bed.

You just take a moment to look at her, the strong, beautiful woman you’ve been able to call your girlfriend. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Your cheeks warm from getting caught and say, “I just love you.”

Her smile widens, “I love you too dekta.”

You stand up and cup her face, her hands lightly grasping your wrists as you lean in and kiss her lips. It having been weeks since the last time you were able to kiss the green eyed beauty.

You kiss a couple more times before you lean your forehead against hers.

“You mean everything to me,” and she smiles brightly with rosy cheeks and pulls you in for another kiss. Letting you feel nothing but the love she has for you, and you revel in the fact that you finally have someone who truly loves you.

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hope you enjoyed it <3

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| we were happy

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader (OC)

| SUPER angsty !!!

| 1993 words

From the second you heard the word "she's dead" come out of your boss's mouth, your world fell upside down.

You needed to be mad at someone for not making her survive, realistically, you knew you couldn't be mad at your dead girlfriend and you couldn't really be at yourself because of the emotional toll it would take on yourself.

Jennifer Jareau and Aaron Hotchner, those are the two people who you were going to be angry at, you lasted three days of not talking to JJ before she pulled you aside.

"Talk to me" she said sternly, taking the coffee you were making out of your hands, you really didn't want to have this conversation in the middle of the BAU and with everyone around you.

"No" you replied indignantly, snatching the cup back and leaning over the counter to get the coffee creamer.

"No?" she questioned, you didn't answer, it was a snarky comment and she knew it, you just shook your head and walked away, she scoffed and grabbed your worst to stop you "what the hell is your problem Chloe"

"Drop it" you sighed

"Not until you tell me what is going on with you"

"Let me go" you warned loudly

"Not until you tell me what the fuck your problem is, you haven't talked to me in three days" she raised her voice

Taking aback by the way she talked to you, you stepped back "it's you" you whispered.

"What?" she scoffed.

"You're the problem JJ" your voice wavered "you were the last person on the team to see Emily - my Emily - you were in the room when they-"you paused briefly, not wanting the next words to that will come out of your mouth to become real, you shook your head. "I just wish it was you on that table who died three days ago" you barged passed JJ, bumping her shoulder harshly making her coffee spill everywhere.

You walked back to your car, not even bothering to let anyone know that you were going home. The drive back was painful, no Emily tampering with the radio, no Emily stating random facts about the building on the way to and from the BAU to your apartment, no Emily interlocking your fingers and playing with them when she was either bored or nervous, no Emily smirking and hinting every time a suggestive song would come on the radio by wiggling her eyebrows and staring at your lips, no Emily laughing at something stupid someone did in the bullpen that day - presumably Spencer or Derek.

No Emily.

The minute you walked into your apartment, you walked into your shared bedroom, the now dimly lit room with a warm presence, now felt cold and angry, days earlier you woke up to your girlfriend of four years gently waking you like she did every morning, turning your alarm off and tucking your hair behind your ears and kissing your forehead which made your eyes flutter and the butterflies in your stomach more and more prevalent every time you saw Emily's face, you sobbed as you saw your unmade bed in front of you, you walked over to Emily's side of the bed and sat upright facing the door, she was always so adamant on being next to the door because even though you were both FBI agent, she loved being protective over you, but you couldn't protect her, after a while, you shut your bedroom door and locked it from the outside, leaving it exactly the way it looked when your favourite person was alive.

You pulled out the pillow and the blanket that you settled down on the couch on for the previous few days, you sat there for a while until Sergio jumped into your lap, purring either because he knew you were upset or because he missed Emily - something you both had in common, he nuzzled into your lap and let out a sad sigh "I know buddy, I miss her too, so much" you smiled gently as you petted his head, you put the TV on, switching it to a random episode of a cartoon show, you sighed as you placed Sergio next to you and picked up Emily's favourite pillow, it faintly still smelt like her so you walked into the bathroom to grab her perfume to spray some on her pillow, you almost fell asleep when you heard a knock on the door, you picked up Sergio and made your way to the door.

Hours had passed since you came home, you hadn't bothered to check your phone so you were unsure of the time, you knew that all of your team had finished and would be at home though.

"Uh hey" you smiled with a slight confusion in your voice.

"Futurama?" Derek Morgan jerked his head to the TV, you looked back at the same time he looked over your shoulder, you nodded smiling embarrassed at your TV choices "you know, Emily's always reminded me of Leela"

"Yeah?" you paused "me too" you chuckled softly "so" you let out a deep sigh as you stepped backwards, making took for him to come in "why are you here?" you questioned, intrigued at what his answer will be.

"Can I not just visit my best friend?" he teased as he raised his eyebrow, you furrowed yours and narrowed your eyes, hinting at the fact that you wanted a real explanation "JJ wanted me to check ok you" he sighed, it was your turn to raise your eyebrows "she said she would've come over but she guessed that you didn't want to talk to her and that you hate her."

"Yeah?" you asked and Derek nodded "well she guessed right"

"What even happened in there today?" he sighed

"Told her the truth" you shrugged walking to the kitchen to get you both a glass of water.

"Which was?" Derek drawled "Chloe, she cried after you left" he stood there with his mouth open, both of you unsure what to say next, pain arose in your chest and you knew how badly you had messed up.

"Derek" you paused "I have to go and apologize to her" you put the glass of water down on the counter next to you and lept to grab your coat.

"Not a good idea Chlo" he warned.

"What?" you turned around and pulled your hair out of the back of your coat.

"It's late and Henry's probably asleep" Derek suggested.

"If he's asleep then he wont know I'm there" you scoffed "either you are coming with me to JJ's house, staying here and waiting for me, or going home" you demanded.

"Fine, I'll come with you" he sighed walking directly behind you.

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You got to JJ's house no more than 20 minutes later, you really didn't want to do this, especially in front of Derek but you needed too, you asked Derek to wait in the car.

Your palms sweaty and your heart racing as you walked up the steps to JJ's front door.

You knocked on the door quietly, you turned around to leave but a small voice stopped you "Chloe?" she whispered.

"I-uh" you turned around to see JJ, her eyes, almost as red as yours, her hair thrown into a messy bun, a FBI jumper with sweats on "you didn't deserve to be spoken to like that earlier, I'm really sorry Jay" you walked up to her.

"Come here" JJ sighed as she opened her arms for a hug which you gladly accepted, 5 minutes later JJ looked down at you, with soft sad eyes "do you want to come in? we could talk over some tea?"

"Um Derek is in the car waiting for me but I would've loved to-"

"I could drop you home if you wanted?" JJ smiled, you nodded slightly.

"I'll tell him" you smiled before hugging JJ again.

You explained the situation to Derek and he agreed, he said that it would be a good thing if you talked about your feelings about this with her in the comfort of it being just you two instead of in the middle of the bullpen.

"I really didn't mean it, you know?" you told JJ closing the door behind you "I just had to be mad at someone and realistically I couldn't be mad at myself or my dead girlfriend" you tried your best to make light of the situation but your emotions took over, you sat there for what almost felt like an hour just sobbing in JJ's arms, she never once let you go.

"We were happy JJ, we had talked about getting married and starting a family, I wanted that so badly" you sighed.

"I know honey I know" JJ cooed.

"I would do anything for her to be here right now" you smiled, forcing yourself to remember all the good times you had with her instead of dwelling on everything.

"Have you thought about writing letters? I mean writing things down always helps me, maybe that could work?" JJ suggested.

"I haven't thought of it" you replied looking up at her "maybe" you smiled a little, JJ got up to make tea for you both.

"Tell me about her" she smiled as she sat down and handed you your tea "not about Emily Prentiss but about your Emily, the Emily that you fell in love with"she smiled.

"The Emily I know is completely different to Emily Prentiss" you smiled, bringing the cup up to drink.

"The badass Emily Prentiss, the one who stood face to face and talked guns and deadly weapons out of the hands of serial killers is actually very afraid of spiders" JJ opened her mouth in shook and you just nodded "she's a terrible cook" you chuckled thinking back on the memory "one time she made me pizza and she burned the cheese, it was so bad that we just ordered take out instead" you laughed "let's see" you thought some more about your moments with Emily "Emily's go to karaoke song is time after time by Cindy Lauper" you smiled "her favourite film is Toy Story but she tells everyone it's the Godfather, ooh and she hates wearing her glasses but I always thought she looked really hot in them so she always used to wear them around me" you laughed, you said a couple of more things about Emily to JJ until you just fell asleep in her lap on the couch.

☆

You woke up hours later in her guest bedroom around 4:30am, you didn't want to wake anyone so you just lay there and read until the sun came up, around 7am, you went into the kitchen and made everyone breakfast as a thank you.

"What's this?" JJ questioned stretching as she walked into the kitchen.

"Breakfast" you smiled "as a thank you for letting me stay here last night" you smiled.

"Anytime" you smiled as you handed JJ her coffee.

"Chloe" Henry shouted as he saw you, he ran up to you to give you a hug, you handed him an apple juice and the toast that you made him which he was very thankful for, Will coming behind him, he greeted you and you handed him a coffee.

You didn't have a case today and it was a Saturday so JJ gave you a ride home, you made sure to thank her again and told her to thank everyone when she got home.

You decided to go to a coffee shop and a flower shop, you got some coffee and you got new flowers to freshen up your apartment, you made sure to get Emily's favourites - Purple and Pink Tulips.

When you got back you placed them on the shelf next to the framed photo of you and Emily, a photo of you and her on your 2nd anniversary sharing a bottle of wine on the beach.

A perfect place.

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halsteadlover · 9 months

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Shadows From The Past

*Gif not mine credits to the owner*

• Pairing: Jay Halstead x Fem!Reader.

• Requested by anon: I don’t really know if this is how you make a request if it’s not correct me but would you possibly be able to write one where Jay has an episode because of a criminal that took tours in Afghanistan as well, like an episode in the show in season 5 I think. Where the criminal gets shot and dies and J is the only one there and you go to check up on him and he points gun at you because he’s having an episode idk I really don’t know, but could it end in him apologizing a lot and feeling really bad then just cuddles?? Thank u and uh if you see this could you pls just remind me when it’s done possibly. Thank you so much!!!❤️

• Warnings: mention of blood, gun, PTSD.

• Word count: 5825.

• A/N: hi everyone! Long time no see. I know this is ugly af but I tried my best. I hope you’ll like this piece anyway, please let me know what you think. Comment, like, reblog if you want this would be amazing! Thank you so much for your support, and for everyone who stayed even if I upload once every 100 years 😭 I love you all so much ❤️

Jay had always tried to do his job the best he could, giving everything in his power to every case he worked on, always trying to focus on nothing but bringing justice to the poor victims. He had always tried to be as objective as possible, leaving emotions out and thinking and planning every move to make lucidly. Some cases were easier, others a little less.

There were moments of his life, some shadows of his past, that still echoed in his present. They sometimes came back so strong and overbearing, they made him risk his present, all his progress and happiness, even his future.

And the case he was working on was one of those moments.

Following the discovery of a man's body, Intelligence was assigned to investigate this case. After questioning witnesses, analyzing the victim's life, talking to family and friends, suspicion fell on a person Jay met while serving overseas in Afghanistan. In fact, Don Stanton had served in the 3rd Battalion of the 75th Ranger Regiment at the same time as Jay, but he had never had the opportunity to speak in depth with him.

In fact, after returning home, Don didn't do too well, soon spiraling into drug, alcohol and illegal dealings.

From the moment they found out about this suspect, Jay felt something stir inside him, though he didn't know exactly what. He tried to disguise it or he would’ve estranged from the case but he couldn't hide his feelings from you, who knew him like the back of your hand and had learned to know every single nuance of him and recognize when something bothered him.

To try to get Don to confess, Jay offered to go undercover, build a relationship with him in a way that would make him trust him, and no one could be perfect for this role except someone who had gone through the exact same shit during the war as Jay.

It goes without saying that you didn’t agree with this decision at all and Voight would’ve even agreed with you if this wasn’t the only lead you got to catch the killer.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked Jay as you adjusted his hidden microphone in his shirt. “You can always back out, someone else will go or we will find other leads to catch him.”

Jay sighed. “It's an undercover operation like any other Y/N, if anyone can do it it's me.”

You looked up at him, your hands still on his chest as you tried to analyze his expression on his face. “No baby, it's not an operation like any other. The suspect served in your own battalion, you met him and you can tell from a mile away you're upset about…-”

“Goddamn Y/N stop it! You've been asking me if I'm okay since this morning! I'm fine, I don't need a babysitter!” he snapped raising his voice and this sudden outburst made you withdraw your hands in shock.

Jay immediately regretted those words the instant he said them. He noticed the sad expression that appeared on your features and felt guilty like few other times in his life. “Baby… Shit…” he sighed again, running his hands over his face in frustration. He cupped your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him. “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I don't know what has gotten into me. I’m sorry baby.”

You remained silent for a few seconds, looking at him for a moment before speaking. “Jay I'm just worried about you, I know it's hard for you but I want to help you… It breaks my heart seeing you like this,” you mumbled softly, your throat tight in a knot, your heart heavy.

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry love. Come here,” he whispered, pulling you into a hug and holding you with all the love he could. “It'll be okay. I can do it. You don't know what people like him are like, like me, he won't trust anyone and if there's someone who can make him confess it’s me. We served together, we saw the same crap, I can understand him,” he continued, pulling away from the hug and looking into your eyes.

You looked at him intensely, as if you wanted to read inside him, trying to discover a shred of hesitation or uncertainty.

“Jay, you are not like him, he is an alleged murderer, drug addict and alcoholic, you are a decorated detective. Don't even think for a second you're like him, okay?”.

He caressed your hair, and then nodded, smiling slightly. “I know, I know.”

“If something, anything, goes wrong you're out, you understand me?” you threatened him, pointing a finger at his chest.

He chuckled, caressing your cheeks. “Yes ma'am. Everything will be fine, I promise.”

If only he believed it too.

The truth was, Jay's mind was racing and image after image, memory after memory, everything seemed to be resurfacing, moments of the past he wanted to forget at all costs but which was about to overwhelm him like a river in flood.

He didn't want to talk to you about it, he knew he'd get over it – just like he had all time – he didn't want to worry you any more than you already were.

While he was in the car waiting for Don Stanton to show up, he read the message you sent and a small smile crept onto his lips.

From Baby D💕, 3.13pm

Be careful love. I'm here for whatever you need. I love you.

That message made the abyss in his heart grow and a feeling of guilt took over him. But the way he loved you, God, he didn’t know what he would’ve done without you.

From Jay, 3:16pm

I love you too babe, more than anything and everyone. Everything will be okay.

He put the cell phone back in his trouser pocket, trying to concentrate exclusively on the case. He sat in the car for about ten minutes before seeing Don in the distance. He looked around suspiciously before approaching Jay's car and quickly getting in.

“Drive,” Don ordered, and Jay gave him a confused look.

“Where? What is going on?”.

Don snapped his eyes at Jay. “Didn't you say you wanted a job? Drive then. Go straight, at the first crossroads turn left, I'll tell you from there where to go next.”

Jay understood there was no way to get an explanation and after letting out a sigh, he started driving, aware that you and the rest of the team would’ve followed him from afar.

After driving for about twenty minutes, he and Don arrived at an abandoned building. It looked shabby and it must’ve been unused for at least twenty years.

“What the hell is going on Stanton?” Jay asked, for the umpteenth time. Don stopped in his footsteps, turning to him, looking annoyed and angry.

“What part of ‘I'll explain in a moment’ you don’t understand?”.

“I won’t do anything until you explain to me what hell is going on. This place is clearly a mile away from legality and I'm not risking my ass for whatever bullshit is going on here. So either tell me what's going on or I'm out.”

Don sighed, glancing between Jay and the building, looking uncertain, even almost frightened. Jay noticed this and realized whatever was going on, they weren't alone and that there was nothing good about that abandoned building.

He approached Jay, walking fast and hands in his trouser pockets. “Then leave.”

“C'mon man talk to me...”.

“Damn it! I'm in deep shit man, I can't back out!” he exclaimed in despair.

“Why? What did you do?”.

They were all at the edge of their chairs as they listened through Jay's microphone conversation, knowing that a little nudge was enough to get Don Stanton to confess.

“Don, talk to me. I can help you, I know you're not doing well, I totally understand. You don't have to do anything, whatever it is...”

“You can't help me… I… I fucking killed a man!” Stanton exclaimed loudly, running his hands through his hair “But it wasn't my fault! They forced me! I… I really needed the money…”

There were some moments of silence in which you and Voight exchanged a look. He confessed, but why didn't Jay arrest him?

“What are we going to do here Don?” Jay asked, trying to stay calm as his heart was pounding.

“They gave me another job. A gang member… They want me to kill him and they’ll pay me almost ten thousand dollars.”

“Don, for fucks sale! No life is worth this money! How can you do this? You were a fucking soldier, you risked your life to protect others, to protect this country and now you're the one hurting people!” Jay exclaimed, more angrily than he would’ve liked.

“I know! I know! They've foreclosed on my house… I'm out of money… I need it man…” Don muttered.

“Halstead what are you waiting for? Handcuff him,” Voight ordered over his mic but Jay didn't seem to listen, in fact, he didn't even seem to be on this planet anymore.

You were worried sick, your stomach was in a vice. You knew Jay couldn't do this, he was too involved to be able to deal with all of this, to deal with his past.

“Voight we have to do something,” you said, turning to your now impatient boss.

“Let's just wait few seconds.”

But when you saw Jay enter the building your heart stopped for an instant and fear took over. Before Voight could say anything, you leapt out of the car at lightning speed, waiting for no one, thinking of no one but Jay.

You pulled out your gun from your holster before entering the abandoned building. It was larger than it appeared externally and at first sight there was no sign of Jay.

Your heart was beating so hard you could hear it pounding in your ears and with every step you took, fear ate you more and more. What the hell was he thinking? Why did he come in here alone with a criminal?

As you climbed the creaking stairs to the first floor, a shot rang out from the walls and you jumped. “Oh my god,” you murmured in a trembling voice before starting to run as fast as possible towards the place where the shot came from. Your mind began to project images of Jay lying in a pool of his own blood, dying, and the very thought made you die inside.

God let him be okay, please.

Once you climbed to the third floor, however, you saw him in the distance but before you could take a step towards him or even take a sigh of relief, a bullet was fired in your direction, forcing you to take cover behind a pillar.

A gun fight with some men ensued, and though you knew you had to focus on saving your own life, you couldn't help but glance at Jay from time to time, noticing him hunched over Don Stanton, trying to revive him.

The rest of the squad arrived at that moment and you managed to take down three men who were shooting at you. You approached Jay while the others explored the rest of the building for anything suspect.

“Jay,” you called but he didn't seem to hear you as he tried to stop Stanton's bleeding, “Jay,” you called him out again but still nothing, no answer. So you placed a hand on his shoulder, trying to make him aware of your presence but that touch made him stiffen and you almost had a heart attack when he pulled out his gun and turned, pointing it at you.

“Woah!” you exclaimed loudly, spontaneously raising your hands to let him know you were unarmed, “Jay, what the hell are you doing?!”.

His gaze was fixed on you but he wasn't really looking at you, his eyes were empty, without the light that characterizes them, his forehead was wet with sweat as his chest rose and fell quickly as if he had run a marathon.

“Jay put that gun down. It's just me. Can you hear me? Everything is fine.”

You continued to speak but your voice reached far into his ears which continued to ring incessantly. You didn't dare take a wrong step, or try to get him to put down his gun because you knew Jay wasn't there right now, that his mind was unconscious and his body uncontrollable. He was still in war and he saw you like an enemy and not his girlfriend.

But that didn't make the moment any less scary.

Jay, the person you most trusted in the world, with whom you felt safest, was pointing a gun at you and anything could trigger him to shoot you. You've never felt so small and helpless, even after facing the most dangerous and depraved criminals, you felt so scared and intimidated.

He'd had similar episodes, where the PTSD made him lose touch with reality, but he'd never come to that, never pointing a gun at you and threatening to hurt you.

“Jay!” you almost screamed and only then did Jay seem to come to his senses.

When he realized he was pointing his gun at you a wave of guilt fully overwhelmed him and he dropped the gun from his hands in disbelief at what he had just done.

What the hell had he been up to? Was he really point a gun at you? The love of his life?

He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe he was capable of doing such a thing and as he watched your face contorted in an expression of pure fear and terror, as he watched you back away until you ran away, he realized he seriously needed help.

The case was finally closed but never like then it left you an unbridgeable abyss inside you.

Since you'd left that building you'd been trying to avoid Jay even though he'd been trying hard to talk to you. You knew it wasn't his fault, that what happened was just a consequence of everything he'd been through, that knowingly he wouldn't do anything that could hurt you.

But that episode had shocked you more than you could ever admit and the image of that gun pointed at you continued to haunt your mind.

You were at your house, sitting on the couch staring at nothing in particular, contemplating whether to respond to Jay's many texts and calls. You knew you had to talk to him, you couldn't avoid him forever, but you needed some alone time first, to digest everything that had happened.

But when the bell rang you understood this was not going to happen.

You stood up and your heart skipped a beat when you saw through the peephole it was Jay. You took a deep breath and opened the door, realizing you couldn't avoid him forever and sooner or later you had to deal with the confrontation.

Jay was a walking disaster.

He didn't know what to say, what to do, how to act and especially when he noticed the way you kept avoiding his gaze, he panicked even more. You made room for him to enter and he felt his heart break when, in an attempt to say hi, you pulled back slightly.

“Uhm… Hi… Come in,” you murmured nervously before going to sit back on the sofa.

Jay closed the door behind him, walking over and sitting next to you. You brought your knees to your chest and he didn’t miss this gesture, he didn't miss the way you tried to distance yourself from him, how you tried to protect yourself by moving away from him.

“How are you feeling?” you asked feebly, finally looking up at him and a chasm opened inside you as you saw his tired, destroyed eyes, the melancholy expression on his face.

“I'm fine but...”

“No Jay,” you interrupted him “Don't start with these lies, you know I can't stand them. You pointed a damn gun at me, you are definitely not fine.”

You knew it was tough, but it was time for him to face the shadows of his past that kept haunting him, it was time for him to face reality and realize he wasn't good at all, that he kept lying to himself and pretending to be in a state of well-being which, unfortunately, wasn’t true at all.

He sighed and it was him who lowered his gaze that time, unable to look in your eyes anymore. He rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans before resting his elbows on his knees, his face in his hands. He was silent for a moment before returning to his previous position.

“You're right…” he murmured, almost afraid to admit it aloud, “I… I'm not okay I know, I’ve realized it… But Y/N, darling, I just want you to know I would’ve never done that… I would never hurt you…”

“Jay…” you sighed “I know that, but… But what if you won't regain control of yourself next time? What if you won’t come to your senses and shoot me?”

“No! No! Fuck… This will never happen again, I swear…”

“And how do you know this, Jay?” you asked, a lump in your throat, eyes brimming with tears as you tried to hold them back. “How do you know you’ll be able to stop the next time that in the grip of a similar episode you’ll point a gun at me again?”.

Jay had never experienced a worse feeling in his life. He always promised himself he would given his life to protect you, that he’d do everything in his power to keep you safe, that he’d rather die than know you were suffering.

He loved you more than anyone else in the world, more than he ever thought he’d love someone and knowing he was the one who tried to hurt you, destroyed him. He’d never forget the expression of fear, terror and pure shock with which you looked at him in that damned building, it would’ve haunted him forever.

“I would never hurt you Y/N, you… You are the most precious thing in my life. God, I'd die to protect you…” he babbled in desperation.

“I know, Jay. I consciously know this,” you answered, putting your feet on the ground and approaching him without touching him. “I want to help you, but...”

“But what?” he whispered, his green eyes bright with tears as he looked at you. A tear slid from your eyes onto your cheek but you immediately wiped it away before you spoke again. “You want to leave me right? You are afraid of me?”.

You remained silent for a moment.

“Y/N I… You can't leave me please, I can't do this without you, I need you. You're the only person I'm still here for, helping me through this shit… Please…”

You cried. “I have to protect myself Jay,” you wiped away another tear “I don't want to leave you, God. I love you so much…”

“But you're afraid of me,” he stated, swallowing the lump in his throat. He looked down at the floor and his shoes to try and mask the tears he couldn't control anymore and streamed down his cheeks. He stood up, suddenly feeling suffocated, and ran his hands over his face as he began pacing around the living room.

“Hey…” you said, standing up and approaching him. You placed your hands on his arms to make him stop and he directed his eyes at you. They were red and shiny from tears and God only knew how much it hurt you to see him like this, how much he didn't deserve all that suffering.

You placed your hands on his face, wiping away his tears with your thumbs. “God baby,” you whispered “I hate seeing you like this…”. He hugged you, squeezing you so tight it made you gasp for breath.

You hugged him back, putting your arms around his neck and letting yourself be cradled by that embrace. You stroked his hair while he hid his face in the hollow of your neck, letting go in a desperate and liberating cry.

“It's okay love, it's okay,” you whispered, as you too were crying, “Let's sit down.”

You sat back on the sofa and you hugged him, letting him rest his head on your chest as he let out all the anger – mostly towards himself – and sadness he felt.

“Cry all you want, I'm here. I don't want to leave, I'll always be here with you Jay,” you mumbled, caressing his hair. He wrapped his arms around your chest tighter, as if he was afraid to let you go.

“I'm so sorry my love. I didn't mean to scare you… When…” he sighed “When I realized what I was doing, the way you were looking at me…” he couldn't finish the sentence, because just remembering the expression you had in that moment pushed him over the edge again “God Y/N I will never forgive myself for what I did...” he got up, sitting on the sofa and running a hand through his hair “When I saw your face… That moment I understood I seriously need some help, I don't… I can't risk hurting you, losing you, I don't want you to be afraid of me. I want to be your safe haven, I don’t want you to doubt for even a second I can intentionally hurt you… I… I don't want you to look me with that terrified and fearful look again... I can't...”

“But I'm not afraid of you Jay, I know you were going through a lot , the case was heavy to deal with…” you tried to comfort him.

“Yes you do,” he smiled at you bitterly, eyes and nose still red from crying “No lies remember? You told me before and even now…” he tried to stop crying but failing “You hugged me and you were tense and the thing is, I can't even blame you… It's only my fault for believing all the shit the war brought me could just go away on its own and I will never be able to forgive myself for how I reacted, in that building, when you were putting my mic...”

“You weren't yourself,” you whispered.

“I know… But I won’t let you to suffer the consequences of what happens to me… But on the other hand I'm too selfish to let you go, I love you too much Y/N and I know if you're not here I… I'll never be able to face this alone.”

“But I don't want you to go through this alone,” you retorted, grabbing his hand with yours and intertwining your fingers as your eyes were on his. “Jay I will never leave you… You’re my whole life and I want to be with you at every step you take, I know it will be hard, I know it isn't easy, I know there is a long way ahead but we’ll do it together. I won't leave you alone… I was just scared in that moment, let's be honest, who wouldn't, but I don't want to abandon you, okay? I just need to know you’ll really, really, try to face these ghosts.”

“Absolutely, I don't want to hurt you anymore…”

“No baby, you don't have to do it for me but for yourself,” you didn't let him finish the sentence “Because you went though what no other human being can go through and you deserve to be happy, to fully live your life, to do your job serenely, you don't deserve to wake up in the middle of the night from nightmares. You are strong, one of the strongest people I know and if there is anyone who can do it, it’s you, love, okay?” you stroked his cheek and he nodded faintly.

“Promise me you'll really try? Not for me though,” you continued as he looked at you with all the love he felt for you. “I can take it, past the fear I know it's not your fault baby, you don't control it. I can't even imagine what you're going through, what you saw over there, anyone who didn’t experience it will never be able to, but I swear Jay I… I would die to give you all the happiness you deserve.”

“You are my happiness,” he retorted and you smiled feebly when you saw him calm down a bit “Tomorrow I’ll look for someone and start doing therapy, I promise I'll do it, for you, for me, for us.”

Your smile grew on your lips. “I know you will. I'm so proud of you.”

“So you won't leave me?” he whispered so softly he almost sounded like a child intimidated by the response he’d receive.

“No baby, never, I swear. I'd take a bullet for you if it means to make you happy.”

“Don’t even joke about that,” he mumbled. He placed his hand on yours which was still on his cheek, then bringing it to his lips and leaving a kiss on the back without his eyes ever leaving yours. “I love you so much Y/N, so fucking much I can't even breathe right now. I don't know what I did to deserve you,” you smiled again “I always want to see you smile like that, God… I can't even explain what you do to me. I… I want to make you happy as much as you make me happy. I'm so sorry baby, I'm sorry for everything...”

“Shh, it's okay, it's not your fault I want you to put it in this cute little head. I love you too Jay so much, more than you can ever imagine.”

You stayed on that sofa embraced for and indefinite amount of time, cradled in each other's arms. After some time you managed to get Jay to eat something before letting him take a shower, needless to say he was going to sleep over at your place.

You both got into bed and, due to the exhaustion, the intense emotions experienced that day, it didn't take long for Jay to fall asleep, his head resting on your chest as you held him and hugged him. But you couldn't sleep a wink, the events of that day still clear in your mind.

When Jay woke up in the middle of the night, it didn't take him long to realize you weren't there anymore. He sat up in bed and looked at the time on his cell phone, which read 1:32 in the morning, before getting up and walking towards the living room.

For a fraction of a second he thought he heard a sob but he thought he just imagined it. But when this sobbing sound was accompanied by a sniffling, he knew he didn’t imagine them at all.

He walked quickly to the living room and his heart skipped a beat when, in the dim light, he saw you sitting on the sofa, your knees drawn up to your chest as you cried. He turned on the lights and didn't miss the way you tried - in vain – to quickly dry your tears.

“Y/N… Baby… God, what happened? Are you hurt?” Jay asked after rushing over to you, kneeling right in front of you.

You mentally let out a curse, aware that you wouldn't be able to escape this. “I'm fine,” you replied though, hoping for a nano second he’d buy it.

“Oh baby don't lie to me, you don't cry if you're fine. Please talk to me, are you okay? What happened?” he continued to ask worried. He grabbed a handkerchief from the top of the coffee table and handed it to you, watching you intently as you blew your nose. He sat down next to you and started stroking your hair in an attempt to comfort you.

“Don't worry babe, it's okay. Nothing happened, go back to sleep you're tired.”

“How can you even think I'll leave you here alone?” he said “Wait, I'll go get you a glass of water.”

Before you could object, he was up and in less than no time he returned with a glass of cold water which you drank with pleasure. “You want another one?” he asked and after you mumbled a ‘no’ he took the empty glass from your hands and placed it on the coffee table. “Are you feeling better?”.

You nodded. “Seriously baby, I'm fine, go back to bed.”

“How about you stop lying to me and start telling me the truth? You're making me worry to death love.”

You sighed deeply, feeling the urge to cry coming back. “It's just… It's been a busy day and I needed to vent.”

Jay was silent for a moment, wiping away a single tear that slid down your cheek. “Talk to me baby, I'm here for you.”

You shook your head and then stood up. “No, there is nothing to say. Let's go to sleep, I'm getting tired too.”

“No, we're not going to sleep until you tell me what's going on,” he stood up too, looking at you with such intensity it almost took your breath away. God why did he insist so much, why didn't he just let you cry and forget everything?

“I told you Jay, I was just venting after today.”

“Yes, but it's not only that, I'm sure,” he retorted, taking a step towards you. “Baby don't you trust me? You know you can talk to me about anything, I just want to help you.”

“I-it's not that, of course I trust you.”

“Then talk to me,” he pressed, now on the verge of losing his mind “What...”.

“I don't want to bother you, you already have so much to think about.”

“Y/N I want you to listen to me very carefully now because I won't say it again,” he spoke, placing his hands on your face to force you to look at him. “There is nothing in this world I wouldn't do for you, and nothing, I say nothing, is more important than you. You never bother me and never will. You want me to be honest with you, to ask for help, but you have to do it too, you don't have to be afraid to tell me about something it’s bothering you.”

You started crying again and he hugged you, holding you close as he stroked your hair. “It's alright baby, I'm here. Cry all you want, let it go. I won't leave you.”

“It’s just…” you sobbed at a loss for words, letting go as a wave of guilt washed over you. You placed your hands on his bare chest as he continued to hold you.

“Y/N, please, I hate seeing you like this. What are you afraid of? Why don’t you talk to me?” he whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Because I feel guilty,” you answered so feebly you feared he didn’t hear you.

Jay placed two fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “And why’s that?”.

Another sob escaped your lips and at that point you slightly moved away from him, no longer able to hold his gaze, his closeness. You ran your hands over your face and then through your hair, not quite knowing what to say.

“Because I was fucking terrified! And… And I feel guilty because I know what happened wasn't your fault, you weren’t yourself…” you sniffed as the tears continued to flow in rivers, leaving you not even a chance to talk “I know you’d never consciously do anything to hurt me but seeing you point that gun at me… Jay, I…” you sighed “I've faced criminals, murderers, but I've never been so afraid and terrified as today and for a moment I really thought you’d shoot me. The way you looked at me… God I can't get it out of my mind and I'm hating myself because it wasn't your fault…”

Jay stood there attentively listening to every single word you said as every second that passed he felt a part of himself die.

“That's why I didn't want to tell you about this, because I know you’re blaming yourself for everything and you're already going through so much Jay and I don't want to add this other burden on you...” you continued and at that point he approached you again, putting his hands on your cheeks and wiping away the tears with his thumbs as you did with him.

“Y/N…” he said your name as a little prayer “You really think I don’t know that? I know you, I know when something is bugging you, I know when something makes you feel sad. I saw the way you looked at me this whole evening, the way you were tense and I'm so sorry for putting you in this situation my baby. I hate myself so much for this, you didn’t deserve any of that,” he left a soft kiss on your forehead.

“And I love you so fucking much,” he continued “You're willing to suffer alone just to not make me worry but you don't have to. Your feelings are as valid as mine, you have to tell me when you're hurt, when you feel like crying, when you're scared even if I'm the cause. I want to listen to you and do everything in my power to fix what’s hurting you and I promise I will. We have a long way to go, you said it too, but we can't do it unless we're both honest with each other, if we don't express our fears, our apprehensions,” he said wiping away your tears as you did nothing but keep crying “You are the best thing that has ever happened to me Y/N, you saved me from a chasm that I am trying hard to climb over, you are my lifeline and I want to be the same for you. I can never apologize enough for what I did today, but I promise I’ll do everything I can to put all that shit behind me. But you need to talk to me, okay? You are so fucking important to me and I'm okay if you're okay. I can't focus on anything else if I don't know you’re happy and to know that I need you to tell me everything that goes through your mind, and I will do the same… Okay baby?”.

You nodded and in response you pressed your lips onto his in a sweet, long-awaited kiss before hugging and squeezing him as if your life depended on it. He was right, God was he right about everything.

He was your everything.

Your sun, the love of your life, the reason for everything.

You were his salvation.

You were the light at the end of a dark tunnel, the first breath of fresh air after being underwater too long. You both knew that even in the most difficult moments you’ll be able to overcome everything and that you could always count on each other in joy, fear and pain.

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i loved the present and i love you ;; matt murdock x fem!reader

pairing: matt murdock x afab!reader

summary: your birthday isn't your favorite holiday. damn, you don't even celebrate it properly and you weren't precisely looking forward to it. however, this year you have Matt and he won't let it go unnoticed. at least you will notice.

disclaimer: this is a os from a fanfiction with multiple chapters. there's no need to read the entire fic (i wouldn't complain if you do;)), but there's a couple things you should know (no spoilers / minor spoilers):

▪︎ matt and reader met in columbia, this is a (past) academic rivals to lovers fic. ▪︎ reader is peter parker's adopted sister ▪︎ reader doesn't know about matt being daredevil (yet)

warnings/tags: shameless smut (minors dni), oral sex (r receiving), fingering, praise kink, established relationship, mention of past injuries, sad origin story (r), mention of ben parker's death, hating birthdays, but not so much anymore

word count: 2.5K

from: your forever is all that i need on ao3 - discontinued

✰ mila's paracosm (main masterlist)

The last time you happily celebrated your birthday was before your and Peter's parents died.

Your first birthday after that was spent crying in your bedroom while May and Ben tried to make you leave your room. They tried so hard, and you knew it, but there was no ounce of strength in you that could help you cross that door.

Eventually, everyone stopped trying.

You felt guilty. Ungrateful. Like the worst human on Earth. But birthdays celebrate life and you felt like you didn't have a pinch of it inside you.

However, you let Ben talk to you in this fatherly way you had missed. You would know about it because you'd had two fathers by then, and even though Ben never had children of his own, you felt like you had had three.

Ben said it was okay if you didn't want to celebrate your birthday. He said it was okay to mourn however wanted. He said it was okay to miss everyone you had lost. And he meant it, you knew.

So, for years, you and May used to bake birthday cake from the box, Ben and Peter would buy balloons and candies and it was just the four of you. That, until Ben passed away.

That's when you stopped celebrating your birthday for good, and every person who got into your life and stuck long enough to get to your birthday knew you didn't like it.

You got birthday gifts, though, and didn't really hate the thought of someone caring about you enough that would get you a present.

Still, here we are.

"Is it Y/N's birthday today?"

Peter looked at Matt. "What? Nope."

"When is it, then?" Matt frowned, catching Peter's heart jumping suddenly.

"When our parents adopted her it didn't say." he lied, expecting Matt to let it go. "Why the question?"

"I overheard her talking on the phone with someone. Said someone sent her a basket full of all her favorite candies, a gorgeous necklace, and wished her a happy birthday. She said thank you." Matt explained. "I was thinking about it and realized that we never threw her a birthday party at college, and she was great friends with the guy that hosted the best parties."

Peter shook his head. "Fine. It is her birthday, but don't talk about it. Pretend today is any normal day and we'll all be just fine."

"Why? I would really like to take her out for dinner and get her something nice." he questioned. Peter sighed.

"She was big on birthdays when she was little, but after everything that happened, she started hating them. The last of her birthdays we celebrated was before Uncle Ben died." Peter replied. "May and I always give her cute presents, she says thank you and the day goes on as if nothing had happened."

"So now I will just know it's her birthday and do nothing about it?"

"Exactly." Peter nodded. "It's for the best if you don't wanna upset her."

"But someone already gave her something and she didn't seem that mad."

"It was probably Louis or Donna. At the office, the inner circle knows. The first time they threw her a big party and she got sick right there. Y/N then told them the truth. From that moment on, they send her a gift saying nothing else, she calls them to thank them, and if she brings it up or it feels fine, they wish her a happy birthday," he told Matt. "There's only one other person who knows about it, but nothing to worry about."

Matt clicked his tongue. "It was another person."

"Please, don't do anything. She probably doesn't want to deal with that today." Peter pleaded after a long silence.

"It's fine, I won't." Matt agreed. "Are the two of you doing something today for her?"

"Nope," Peter replied. "I'm going to put on the suit and May has reading club at Mrs. Irwin's place."

"She is going to be home alone on her birthday?"

"Not really, she'll eat a bunch of candies and watch rom-coms." Peter sighed. "That's how she likes to spend her birthdays, there's really nothing wrong about it. Don't feel like you have to do something."

"Hi, sweetheart."

"Hey, there." You smiled, not that Matt could find out from the other line or anything. "How are you?"

"I'm great now that I hear your voice," Matt replied. "Miss you. You should come over."

You hummed. "We had lunch together."

"Still miss you."

"Now?" you questioned, feeling lazy because you were watching 13 going on 30 and eating chocolates and were comfortable in Matt's t-shirt you stole and pajama shorts.

"Nope, is it fine in 5 minutes?"

"How about if you come? You can join me in bed and we can cuddle, but no sex because I showered early and I don't wanna shower again."

Matt chuckled. "I don't mind if you haven't showered."

"I love it that you miss me and everything, but is something else happening?" you asked, having your own theory in mind but not wanting to test your luck. "Like, what's the occasion?"

"Well, you came over two days ago unannounced with no occasion… I thought that missing you would be enough."

"I had an occasion, I wanted sex."

"You don't want sex now?"

"I won't complain at all, but I don't wanna leave home."

Matt laughed. "But we'd have privacy here."

"Peter is staying over at Ned's and May is out on a date with someone she hasn't told me and Peter about. Don't tell Peter, though. He thinks she's at her reading club at our neighbor's."

"Okay… See you in an hour."

"See you."

"Why won't May tell you and Peter about her date?"

You snorted. "Because we were teasing her too much about it the last time. In our defense, it was Happy."

"What was happy?"

"Happy is a human male. He works for Stark. He's his driver but they're like best friends of some sort."

"His name is Happy?"

"I don't know, that's what we call him."

"And why would you annoy May because of Happy?"

"It was so weird, I'm telling you." You widened your eyes. "They're like oil and water… But he's nice."

Matt laughed. "If you say so."

You snuggled onto him and smiled. "Thanks for coming."

"You don't have anything to thank me for."

Nowadays, seeing Matt in anything other than his work suits was rare to say the least, so having him by your side in just a t-shirt and sweats as if he was going to work out was a miracle.

Your fingers started softly tracing the silhouette of his body, the tip of your fingers wandering delicately, causing goosebumps on his skin. You chuckled. "You like that?"

"What?" he asked, playing pretend. "Don't know what you mean."

You scoffed as your fingers went to his face. "You don't know? Let's see."

Then you went to his torso, going lower until you reached the hem of his t-shirt. You lifted it slightly, making him lightly whimper.

"Oh…" you muttered as your index finger ran into a prominent scar. Its length was about three quarters the one of your finger and its relief was higher than any scar you had seen before. "Is this…?"

Matt flinched as he noticed the direction you were going. "It's- uhm… really old."

Thanks to the darkness of your room and the only lightning that allowed you to barely see were the moon and the streetlights, you didn't notice that the scar was still pinkish and that he was lying. "How did you get it?"

"I was…" Matt sighed. A made up story he had built in case anyone ever saw the scars and he couldn't explain the truth to them came to his mind. He knew you deserved better than that. "lightly stabbed."

You gasped. "What?"

"Yeah, I… was trying to be the hero and got stabbed. You wouldn't want to see the other guy, though." he replied, making you laugh because you were convinced he was joking. "I didn't either but from what I heard it wasn't that cool for him."

"I wanna keep that version in my mind, so I'm allowing it."

Matt smiled and gave you a kiss. His hands touched the bare skin of your arms in a seductive kinda way. "How about we leave this one on and make this night a good one for my pretty girl, huh?"

Now you have goosebumps.

He lifted your t-shirt, drawing tender circles on your skin and delighting himself with how perfect it felt. His fingers met with your bralette, the lace fabric making him think that maybe you weren't really discarding the possibility of sex. He was completely right, and he would not fuck that up because now he had you right there for him. And he wanted you.

As a result of this growing desire, Matt slipped into the bra, stumbling with your sideboob and tracing its outline until he reached the valley between your breasts. Then, he went to your hardening nipple and circled it.

You gasped almost mutely. "I haven't showered since early in the morning, so maybe you should stop doing this to me? You know, because it-"

Matt shook his head, kissing your temple. "I don't care, sweetheart… If you don't want to, I'll stop, but don't think for a moment that I could-"

"Find me dirty? Because I am."

"You smell like you. This perfume of yours I love, although fading a little… You washed your hair this morning, so you smell like the same shampoo you've used since college. Your fingers smell like chocolate and your lips taste like chocolate and I'm certain you've eaten more in the past hour than what a human being should ingest in a week. Always the biggest sweet tooth I know. I'm not gonna lie, you've sweat today, as have I. As has everyone else on Earth. I don't care. You're perfect."

That motherfucker is going to be the death of you… Fucking man, how much you love him.

And that argument of his? Feeling that cherished, plus his caresses, plus his subtle kisses on your cheek and neck, plus everything that he makes you feel? It was a major turn on.

"Oh, there it is…" he noted in a loud moan. Matt's hand left your breasts and went south, feeling the matching lace fabric interrupt his path to your sex. "You smell so good, and you taste even better… Can- can I? Can I, sweetheart?"

You nodded impatiently, and he was even less.

As soon as he felt the motion beside him, the air shifting, he went full in.

You flinched at the sudden contact with his cold fingers, and he groaned at the sensation of your arousal meeting his eager digits… The mere reminder of how long your scent lasts on him was enough to make him hard.

Matt used his other hand to manhandle you until your back was against his front.

His fingers worked you up until you were wet enough for his finger to slide into you with such ease. "You're perfect," he muttered, his fingers following a steady rhythm of ins and outs you eagerly matched as his hips grinded urgently against your ass. "My perfect girl…, you feel so good."

"So do you," you said, your arms holding onto his strong biceps. "God, yes… Just like that, yes…"

Matt's middle finger left you empty, but then did his comeback along with his ring finger as the palm of his hand gave you that intermittent friction your clit begged for.

With endless moans escaping from your parted lips and the most desperate breathing leaving your exploited lungs indicating Matt you needed a release, as the loyal devotee of you that Matt is, he obeyed your body's wishes as if it was a command. For him it was.

And he never stopped grinding, and he came.

And you followed.

As soon as he made sure you were done, his hand abandoned your aching core and went right to his mouth, where he licked it clean.

"So good…" he whispered in bliss. Then, Matt undressed you. You let him. "My pretty girl's taste is perfect."

His mouth didn't waste any time and searched your cunt. Matt drank every residue of your arousal on its surroundings and then buried his tongue inside you.

His tongue went up and down your slit trying to collect every drop he could get, and then he swirled it on your sensitive, needy clit with the purpose of creating more and more. He was eating you out faster than you could register and it felt so goddamn good.

As if he was just told that this would be his last meal in a long time and he is only trying to eat as much as he can so the fullness lasts longer.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as you pulled him closer. "It- it feels so good."

"Does it?" Matt moaned into you. "I'm glad… You taste way better."

A desperate gasp escaped from your lips as your orgasm felt closer and closer. "Please, don't stop."

You could swear you felt his smile down there. "I won't…"

So he didn't. His tongue only focused more on what he had learned you liked.

Your thighs held him in place and he felt lightheaded, but didn't care. Matt's hands gripped your hips and held on for dear life so you wouldn't move too far from his sinfully skilled mouth.

With distressed moans and more urgent movements and a coat of sweat and curled toes and arched back and his name on your lips like a spell, you announced how close you were.

And then that filthy explosion of sensations took over you ever so harshly that it took you a while to stop the loud whines that made sure to let many of your neighbors know that the man that entered your home a few hours ago gave you quite the session.

Everyone knows that his name is Matt and that he made you feel so good.

Neither one of you was ashamed of it, especially not Matt. He would gladly do it all night long so no one forgets who you belong to and who satisfies you that well.

He kissed you and as many times before, you tasted yourself in him.

"I gotta tell you something about today."

Matt nodded. "Peter told me."

"You aren't mad because I didn't tell you?"

"Do you think I would've done that if I were mad?" he questioned, and he could feel your incredulous glance. "Yeah, I have… Forget about that one," Matt smiled. "I'm not mad, I don't have any right to be… Peter explained everything and I understand that. Maybe someday you'll want to celebrate it and I'll be right here, alright? Meanwhile I can give you a gift like this one every year."

You snorted. "You'll just use any excuse to do that at this point."

"Oh, if it isn't the pot calling the kettle black." he mused. "Happy birthday, sweetheart. Love you."

"Thanks. I loved the present and I love you."

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VECNA'S CURSE || STEVE HARRINGTON X FEM!HARGROVE!READER

REQUEST: hi can u please do an imagine based off of the ‘dear billy’ episode where the reader is billy’s biological sister? (same age as max)

A/N: I've omitted the reader being the same age as Max because I needed to do this about Steve. Hope you don't mind. 🫶🏻 english isn't my first language

Steve was anxious. He hadn't left your side since you discovered that you were cursed by Vecna. Sleeping with you, driving you around, lying on your bed while you studied. Always having an eye on you. There wasn't a moment in the day when you were alone. And now there he was, just watching you from the distance. You were sitting in front of the grave of your brother and Steve felt powerless, like he couldn't do anything for you from his car. Somehow you convinced him to drive you across the town. The convincing thing being you threatening him that if he didn't do it, you'd get a lawyer and accuse him of kidnapping. One of his hands was on the car window, his fingers tapping nervously and his other one inside the pocket of his jacket, crumpling up the letter you gave him. Steve thought about why you gave him that letter. As much as you tried to hide it, he noticed the sadness and fear in your eyes when you handed him the letter as if you were saying goodbye to him. He couldn't take it anymore.

"All right, it's been long enough." Steve opened the door of his car and got out. Dustin, Max and Lucas looking at each other. "Steve, just give her some time."

"I have, alright? I'm calling it. She wants to get a lawyer, she can." Steve walked to you, his feet moving quickly across the cemetery lawns as he approached you. You were sitting with your legs crossed, holding another letter in your hands. Your eyes scanning the text and reading it out loud. "Okay, it's been enough, y/n, we're leaving now." Steve stood behind you, being able to read from there on the paper the words 'Dear Billy'. He was sorry to interrupt this moment, but he would be even more sorry if something happened to you.

"Please, Steve." You stopped reading, annoyed. "We're leaving." He repeated, making you roll your eyes. You didn't need to turn around to know that they weren't leaving, that it'd been Steve's nerves that walked him to you. "It's not even ten minutes since we-"

"It's been long enough."

You didn't show him any sign of annoyance, your body was tense but it wasn't something he could notice, neither your eyes closed and your jaw clenched. You just wanted to finish reading the letter you wrote for your brother and you'd go back to Steve. You weren't asking for anything else. "Steve, please. I'm just sitting here. I'm not doing anything else. I'm just sitting and I can feel your eyes on me from your car. I'm sure you can spend another five minutes of your life doing that."

Steve took a deep breath. Of course he could do that, he could be watching you for the rest of his days. "You've been glued to my ass anyways for the past few days, five more minutes is nothing." Glued to your ass? That's what you thought he'd been doing? Just following you around?

"Glued to your ass?"

"Come on, you don't even leave me alone to talk to my dead brother—"

"Yeah, precisely because I don't want you to end up like him!" None of you said anything for a couple of seconds. You playing with the letter and Steve waiting for you to say something else or to just stand up and get into the car. You did none of that, thinking about what Steve just said, not upset anymore. Thinking about the day that Billy died, and the way Steve held you strongly between his arms when you saw your brother dying in front of your eyes. Your screams and cries still buzzing in his ears as you tried to escape his grip and run to Billy. He didn't let you go. Max was there that day too, the girl completely paralyzed, not being able to do anything for you as she couldn't keep her eyes off Billy. She still feels guilty. "Just give me— five minutes. It's all I'm asking for. Please." Your head was down, your fingers still holding the paper. One of Steve's hands rested on his hips while he ran the other one over his face. "Five minutes, y/n."

He went back to his car shaking his head, not knowing why he agreed. You seemed not to realize the danger you were in. He leaned against the vehicle. "Five minutes." Steve stated before Lucas, Max and Dustin could ask. Max huffed and shared a look with Steve, him showing her a grimace that let her know that he did everything he could, but you were so stubborn, they both knew that. They waited in silence, Steve's eyes moving from his watch to you and vice versa. When the watch hands read five minutes, he started walking towards you again. Max was ready to come for you if Steve would've let one more second pass. Dustin had never seen his friend like this, so paranoid. Not even when they almost died in the Russian base. And it was all because of you, Steve didn't care about himself, he cared about nobody else when it came to you.

"Okay, y/n. Five minutes. We're leaving." He got no response from you. Steve kneeled, his heart almost stopped beating.

"Y/n?" Your eyes were white, almost rolling to the back of your head, Steve shook your paralyzed body. "Hey, y/n, wake up." He called your name again, louder this time putting Max, Lucas and Dustin on alert. "Y/n, wake up!" Steve clapped his hands in front of your face in complete desperation. They ran to you when they saw Steve fall to his knees, shaking your shoulders and calling your name unstopping. They kneeled at both sides of Steve, yelling things like 'You gotta get outta there!' and "Can you hear me?" Steve twisted one of his fists in Dustin's t-shirt while he used his other hand to point at his car. "Call Nancy and Robin! Go get them! Call Nancy and Robin!" You couldn't feel Steve shaking your body and you couldn't hear his voice calling you either. You were lost and scared, you were walking backwards as Billy got closer to you every time, blood dripping from his mouth and chest. You shook your head at his words, his cold thumb stroking your cheek.

"You know, I think there's a part of you, buried somewhere deep, that wanted me to die that day. That was even relieved. Happy."

"Billy, no, that's not true."

"That's why you let Harrington stop you. It's okay, you can admit it now." Billy then started reading you like a book, as if he was there at nights when you couldn't sleep thinking about him, about how he died. If you had arrived earlier at Start Court, you could've stopped him. Tears started rolling down Billy's cheeks, every step he took forwards you was filled with rage. "And why late at night, you have sometimes wished to follow me. Follow me into death. That's why I'm here y/n. To end your suffering, once and for all." You kept walking backwards until you fell on your back from the platform where his grave was. When you looked over at Billy again he wasn't there anymore.

Dustin took your walkman and all your tapes that Steve had in his car and ran to where you were, falling to the ground and so the tapes in his hands. "What's her favorite song?" Dustin looked at Max and Steve whose hands were again on your cheeks. "What?! What is this?!"

"Robin said if she listens- It's too much to explain now! What's her favorite song?!" Dustin asked again.

Steve thought about it for a couple of seconds. Music was basically your life, in your room none of the four walls could be seen because of all your posters. Madonna, Blondie, David Bowie, The Beatles... He could remember you dancing around your room, taking his hands and dragging him to dance with you to the sound of...

"Take On Me! It's Take On Me by A-ha!" All of them started looking for that tape with shaking hands, Dustin being the one who found it, and immediately handed it to Max so Lucas could put it inside the walkman.

Steve placed the headphones in your ears and played your favorite song. "Come on, y/n. Come on, baby." Steve analyzed your face, looking at any sign that you were back. He cupped both of your cheeks, your eyes still white giving him goosebumps but he was far from letting you go. You needed to come back. You were running as fast as you could, trying to escape the monster your brother turned into but all of a sudden you were trapped by his long vines and almost choking as one of them wrapped strongly around your throat, your arms tied up too. Chrissy was there and Nancy's friends too.

The melody in your ears opened a gate, you could see Steve completely desperate, his hands on both sides of your face, a scared expression on Max's as she fought the urge to cry. Dustin was by his side, the same look on his face and Lucas was pacing around with his hands behind his head. Vecna could see them too.

"They can't help you, y/n." The vine around your neck tightened up, making you gasp for air. Vecna held up one of his hands, the long fingers aiming at your face. Steve, Max, Dustin, and Lucas fell backwards when your body started to levitate above their heads. Their eyes were wide open looking at you, they were frozen. Steve was the first one to react, standing on his feet and calling your name again. Lucas, Max and Dustin were quick to react after Steve. Steve's hands flew to the back of his head. It was his fault, he shouldn't have left you alone, much less there. Your eyes closed as Vecna's hands got closer to your face.

Fuck, you needed to do this for them. You remembered two years ago going trick-or-treating with your Max's new friends, Dustin, Lucas, Will, and Mike, they were so small and their ghostbusters' costumes were so cute. Max looking so badass with the Michael Myers costume you bought for her. You remembered being in the bleachers a few days ago rooting for Lucas when he scored the deciding point. You remembered Dustin asking you and Steve to help him to get ready for the Snow Ball, you remembered Steve leaning to kiss your lips for the first time that night too, and how flustered he looked afterwards. You remembered helping Max to fix her hair for the Ball and to choose an outfit too. Billy stood behind you two for a couple of seconds as you did, a peaceful look on his face that surprised both Max and you. He never liked Max, and he liked even less that you liked her. He never understood why you were so protective of her, but you knew your brother, you knew how bad he could be. You remembered a little Max behind you as you fought your brother for treating her that way, her tiny fists squeezing your long skirt between them. Her big blue eyes looked up at you as you defended her, shouting at Billy and him shouting back at you, Max realizing for the first time that you were her sister, not just the daughter of her mom's boyfriend. She was so scared of Billy, but she grew up and learned how to face him in the best way possible, ignoring him as much as she could. You remembered Max's face when you bought for her birthday her first skate.

After Billy's death, you stayed with Max and her mom in Hawkins. Your dad couldn't stand being there without Billy and he started to drink and get into bad fights with Max's mom so he left. You thanked he didn't drag you with him because you didn't think you could've survived him without Billy.

Max, Lucas, Dustin, Steve. As much as you thought you deserved to die, you couldn't do that to them.

Vecna's long fingers were brushing your face, but you couldn't give up, not yet. You managed to free one of your hands from his vines, you grabbed a hold of the ones going up his neck and pulled them out. The monster trembling on his feet and grunting as you fell to the ground. You ran to your friends as fast as you could, avoiding the objects falling from the sky straight to you, and you were so close to the gate, so close to Steve, you could now hear his voice calling your name.

You gasped and your eyes went back to their natural color, your body falling to the cemetery ground. At first, you tried to escape the hands that tried to hold you, scared and looking around anxiously. Your breathing was shakingly, your lungs trying to take the oxygen they needed all at once and making you feel dizzy.

"It's me, y/n. It's Steve. You're okay, you're okay." You hid in his body when you could feel the warmth of his hands on you, reassuring you that it was truly him. Steve hugged you against his chest. He squeezed you against him, he needed to feel that you were alive. Your body was cold yet Steve could feel your chest going up and down at a fast pace which reassured him that you were alive. Your breathing was still heavy and fast, just like his. Steve caressed your hair trying to calm you while Dustin had one of his hands on your shoulder, to prove himself that you were okay and Lucas had his head resting on his knees, still thinking about how they almost lost you. Max rested her head on your legs, her tears finally coming out and wetting your jeans. Steve's lips kissed your temple, still mumbling words of comfort. Once again you found yourself in between his arms. Like the day that Billy died.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years

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Hi! Can you write an Ellie x reader where Ellie gets mad at fem reader because of a little fight they had over something super stupid and reader is upset and apologizing but Ellie yells at her causing her to break down but Ellie is stubborn. Maybe the reader has partrol and almost dies and Ellie is super sad she didnt forgive you and its a soft fluffy ending? (Sorry for my english if its not understandable)

━ 𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, angst, blood descriptions, ellie being mean, yelling, insults ( mostly to ellie ), sadness, pain descriptions, reader getting shot, mentions of pain drugs, fluff, happy ending

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - i hate the ending!?!?!?!?! that you for the rq! have an amazing day

REBLOGS ARE VERY APPRECIATED

"I'm sorry." You murmured quietly, looking down at your hands as she continued roughly shoving things into her backpack. "I didn't know that it would upset you." "I just wanted five fucking seconds of peace before we had to leave."

Your mouth snapped closed instead of apologizing once more, standing quietly behind her with your bag on your shoulders. Looking down at your boots finding the dirt and water stains on them much more interesting.

"You could've just asked for some space I didn't know–" "You never know! You don't fucking ask!" She hurriedly zipped the bag, throwing the strap around her shoulder.

"We should go." Ellie said sharply "Okay.." It was awkward as she brushed passed you, the sounds of her boots being the only sound besides your shaky breathing in the room.

"I didn't mean to make you upset." Ellie huffed, all but ripping open the front door but didn't say a word walking out and leaving you to shut it. Following after her, you noticed how fast she was walking practically running away from you.

Once she got to the gate she yanked it open not even bothering to push it open for you allowing it to slam in your face.

"I'm sorry, can we please just talk about it for a second." The girl ignored you once more only making you sadder. "Please Ellie, I don't want to go out there mad at each ot–" "Just shut the hell up already!" You stopped walking, staring at her still moving form that slowly blurred with your tears that began to brim in your eyes.

You could feel people's eyes on you, but you refused to look. Afraid of what you'd see.

Instead of continuing though, Ellie turned to look at you, seeing the mix of emotions on your face. But the main one was shock, then there was the sad, staring at her like she'd just ripped your heart out and stomped on it right in front of you.

"Y/n–" You walked right past her, choking back your very audible sobs as you walked. Keeping your head down the entire time, avoiding everyone's stares as you made your way to the front gate where Dina and Jesse had been waiting on you both.

Dina had fought for you four to get this days trip together, claiming it would be more fun and more efficient. But Maria was always reluctant when it came to you guys. It was lucky you'd gotten it at all thanks to Joel who argued on your behalf.

You couldn't even be excited anymore though, only ashamed and sad. Wanting nothing more to hide in bed and cry. You felt so stupid.

"Hey slowp– what's wrong?" Dina's voice went from excited to concerned in a matter of a millisecond. "Nothing, m'fine." Dina stared at you as you walked by turning to a still frustrated Ellie after you'd gotten far enough away.

"What the fuck did you do to her?"

"Why do you assume I did something?"

"Because Y/n doesn't cry over nothing, Ellie." Jesse answered for her, turning around to walk towards you. Standing close to the gate, wiping your tears away while trying to calm yourself down.

"Hey." "I don't want to talk about it." "Alright, that's cool." He nodded, grabbing your shoulder making you look at him with your sad eyes. "Jesus Y/n." "M'sorry." You shook your head while he did the same, pulling you in for a hug. "Nothin' to be sorry for, c'mon we can walk out together."

"She's just a dick." You huffed, wiping your face. "A big one." You laughed slightly, watching Ellie and Dina pull their horses from the stalls.

"You wanna ride with me?" He then asked while you shook your head, wiping the wetness from your face once more. "No, I'm fine." "You sure?" You looked into his unsure eyes and nodded with a wobbly smile. "All good. But I'm not talking to her." "I don't blame you."

You both walked back to Dina and Ellie, Dina now visibly upset while Ellie avoided your eyes.

"Are you riding with Jesse?" Dina asked, glaring down Ellie while you shook your head with a light laugh. "No, it's okay." Dina huffed but allowed you to climb up on the back of Shimmer, Ellie sitting in front of you.

It was almost as if she waited for your hands and arms to tightly wrap around her waist. Hugging her close as per usual, no matter how hot it was you were always laid up against her back with your face squished against her shirt telling her about the different things you'd see that she couldn't catch.

But the feeling never came.

Her waist sitting empty as you guys began your journey towards a nearby neighborhood that bandits usually claimed. But lately it had seemed totally empty, bodies stringing about so Tommy had decided to send a few scouts out, the scouts being you guys.

Take a look around. That's all you had to do. Then hit everything you could on the way back, as Jackson was running low and they needed everything they could get. Simple as that, just a days run.

Scout and Scavenge.

Simple as that.

Over the course of the ride you ran over everything that had occurred earlier, missing the way Ellie would turn and glance over her shoulder at you. Seeing how you'd sniffle as you thought over every interaction you had with the girl before you left.

But something about it couldn't bring her to say sorry.

As much as the words rested on the tip of her tongue, they died out everytime she parted her mouth to speak.

Choosing silence instead.

"Hey, look ahead." It looked like smoke, clouding up from the houses. Peeking from around Ellie's body you stared at it confused.

"Didn't they say it was empty?" "Basically, with a shit ton of bodies to compliment it." Jesse replied, staring up at the steady stream of black smoke rising into the air.

"Do you think it's still burning?" "It is. Black is burning, white means it's out." Jesse laughed and turned to you. "How do you know that?" You met his eyes, shrugging. "Joel taught me." Jesse made a noise, sticking his bottom lip out while nodding.

"Do we still wanna go in?" "It could've been lit hours ago and still be burning." Dina then said, seeing you nod from the corner of her eye.

"We should leave the horses and go closer if it looks bad then we turn around and skip town." You then muttered, staring nervously at the smoke. "Yeah, let's do it." Ellie agreed, turning to look at you but your eyes were locked on the steady air rising up slowly turning gray as time went.

Sliding off of Shimmer you let Ellie hide her while Jesse did the same with Japan. Both you and Dina taking off towards the neighborhood with them following.

"You got a bad feeling about this?" "I didn't when I said it, but yeah, a little bit." You walked quietly, trying her best to ignore the holes being burned into the back of your head, Jesse and Dina quietly talking back and forth to cut the awkward silence.

"Something doesn't feel right about this." Ellie then muttered, mostly in the open air in hopes you'd reply to her comment, just a small 'yeah' would of been enough.

But nothing passed your lips, barely even noticing that she spoke. A deep gut feeling entering your stomach is what you were focusing in on.

The street looked abandon from what you could see through the trees interrupting most of it along with the high weeds and grass. It was overgrown and had plenty of places to hide, which is exactly why you guys stood so far back.

"Guys we should go back."

"Dina's right–"

You all heard it before you realized what was happening.

A loud pop, boom over however you want to describe it.

Then all eyes were on you, and at first you didn't understand why until you felt it.

The pain.

It was like it exploded, slowly looking down at your blood soaked hip when you were ripped backwards, hand hovering over the red that soaked your shirt.

Then someone grabbing you and ripping you to the floor, holding you close to their body. But everything felt like blur.

The noise around you was muffled, looking around as the time seemed to slow to a stop. Your eyes landing on the wound once more when it finally hit you, as much as it could anyway.

"What's happening?" You choked out, everything seemingly speeding up as gunshots rang through the air making you look around. Terrified at the amount of people you seen hiding around the houses and trees.

"Hey, stay awake alright?" You looked up at Ellie, holding your bloody hip with one hand and laying you down with the other. "I can't feel anything." "You're in shock." Dina then said coming over with her sweater tying it around your waist. "You have to keep pressure on it Ellie." "I can't– oh fuck– fuck!" "Breathe Ellie."

You looked around, the world seeming much brighter than before, the sun beating down on you. You felt hot, but it was cool today, and that's all you could think about until a hand rested on your cheek your eyes suddenly on hers.

"Ellie?" "You're gonna be okay, stay still." You stared at her confused, eyes traveling back down to the amounts of blood soaking through your clothes and Dina doing what she could to stop it and she seen the shock that entered your gaze.

The terror.

"Hey, look at me." Her hand shook your head getting your eyes to flicker back to hers. "It hurts..." "We have to get you back babe." You shook your head not quite understanding what was happening.

"She's delirious." Dina stated earning a look from Ellie, which she didn't understand until you began freaking out. "No m'not, let me go. What's happening?" You tried sitting up only for Ellie to stop you, "take it easy." "I wanna go home Ellie."

You began to cry, forgetting why you were upset with her and forgetting the entire argument. Reaching out for her to hold you, though as much as she wanted to sit there and comfort you she knew you didn't have a lot of time.

"Jesse I need your help."

The entire way back to the horses went by so fast you weren't even sure how you'd gotten there. Clutching onto Ellie's belt loops while pressed into her chest, the girl too worried you'd fall off sitting behind her.

You moved, feeling the warm blood trickling down your side and soaking against your jeans. Pushing your face from her shirt and looking up to her with big tear-filled eyes.

"I'm sorry." It was like she didn't hear you though, dead set on getting home. If you weren't so out of it you would've noticed the fear in her eyes and the way she bit her lip to the point it bled. Or the way she tightly held onto your body so you didn't fall over and hit the ground.

By the time the group made it back to Jackson you'd passed out. The blood dripping off your leg and onto the cement the entire way to the medic house.

And the entire way Joel carried you, Ellie only stared, seeing you disappear in the distance. Covered in red, her white shirt crimson soaked, and it was all yours, and it was her fault.

At least that's what she believed.

"Hey." Was the first thing you heard when you woke up, soft and delicate. Just like every morning when you'd hear it muttered into your ear.

"What happened?" You muttered, rubbing your eyes and squirming around the bed you were laid in. "You got shot." "Oh." You said quite simply making her laugh under her breath. "It hurts a little." "You're on a lot of drugs." She laughed, "They had to dig it out of your hip."

You looked at her with big eyes, a beat of silence passing in the room.

"There was a bullet inside me?"

She chuckled a bit, seeing you smile and grab at her hand messing with her fingers.

"Yeah." "That's scary." "You're telling me."

It was quiet for a moment, your soft breathing the only thing left in the room while you messed with the pads of her fingers. Tapping each one before looking up at her.

"You were mean to me." "I know." Her voice was soft, staring at you will tears in her eyes. "Are you sorry?" "Yeah." "Look at me."

Ellie slowly moved to look into your eyes, your hand coming up to rest on her chin keeping her head up.

"I'm sorry.." You pouted as she began to cry, a few tears falling down her freckled cheeks. "Don't cry El." You wiped away the stray tears from her cold face, kissing the very tip of her nose.

"I'm okay now." You smiled, pressing your forehead against hers. "But you owe me big time." "I know."

"I love you Ellie. Even when you're so damn stubborn and argumentative and a dick."

"Geez, got anymore insults?" "A shit ton." "I deserve it." "Only some of them."

A/n: vibes my laptop is dyinggggg

#ellie x reader #ellie tlou #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams #the last of us part 2 #the last of us #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #nevy writes

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I've been stuck on your page for the last few hours, I'm obsessed. can i ask for something?

reader and neteyam really don't like each other but recently reader has been depressed and sad with homesickness. he notices and decides to show her Pandora's beauty and convince her that life is worth living. she does not understand the intention since they are always fighting. (Can be smut or just fluff

Pair: Neteyam x Human reader

Tw: Cute, neteyam being cute baby boii, worried, falling in love.

Warning: the characters have 20's. None, fluff <3

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"Are you sure it's absolutely unfixable" you ask as you watch max try to repair your old laptop. It was really old, half the keyboard didn't work, the battery was a mess and if it lasted more than 20 minutes without the charger it was a miracle. But it was the only thing you had to remember your parents. On the laptop there were moments you had lived with them, old and badly recorded videos. Of jokes and domestic moments. They were precious to you… since they had passed away. Your parents were part of the scientists who were chosen to stay in Pandora, but when the RDA returned to Pandora and burned a large part of the forest, your parents were nearby and died. Luckily for you, you had stayed with the sullys and Mo'at. You were barely a year old. In that old computer was the only thing you appreciated. And now it was damaged.

"I'm sorry Y/N… the most I can do is try to recover the memories. But I can't promise anything" says max, trying to solve your problem. The man knows this is so precious to you. You get up from the desk. "I'm going for a walk, yes?" you speak up, grabbing your coat and heading out for a walk. "Ok, watch out" max says, he decides to check the computer again to see what he can do. You get out of the wagon where the lab was, and start walking through a rocky area of the cave, which was now your home. Damn…you felt so bad. Frustrated and sad. The day couldn't get any worse, but you feel a tap on your head. You ignore the knock, maybe a rock fell from the ceiling. You keep walking for several seconds until you feel another tap. You stand still and hear a chuckle in the background.

"Neteyam…I know it's you idiot!!!" you yell, and turn to see the navi boy, sitting high up on a rock. Your nightmare himself, or so you were telling him. You two had grown up together, when you were kids you were very close, everyone even joked about the little romance you two had. But when you became teenagers you drifted apart and now that you are older, all you do is argue. It wasn't a big argument, but you didn't talk to each other regularly anymore and you and Neteyam wouldn't stop arguing. You watch as the boy leaves his resting place and walks towards you. - "Are you okay? Do you look a little…" neteyam asks, bringing a hand close to your face, causing you to pull away. -"Can you leave me alone?" you say, pulling away. - "Hey, I was just going to ask you if you've seen kiri, you idiot?" says neteyam. You turn around and roll your eyes. - "No…I don't know where she is and I don't care" you continue on your way leaving the boy alone.

Neteyam started to wonder why you were so upset with him, it's not like you guys were the closest. But your attitude today was very…aggressive. He decided to ignore this moment and focus on finding his sister, after all that was more important. The days passed and neteyam could notice how you had been absent from some activities. Well, your activities with kiri, you were always with her and tuk. And he had barely seen you. It wasn't like he was worried about you, but he was worried about his sisters. They were missing you. -"She must be sick," says tuk, to his sister. Kiri, tuk and neteyam were on their way to the lab where they always met you. -"I doubt it… she was fine. Maybe someone here said something stupid," says Kiri, looking at his older brother. Neteyam makes a face. -"I didn't do anything to her… they know I don't talk to her," says neteyam.

-"You don't talk to her…but you know where she is all the time," tuk speaks in a mocking voice. Causing his brother to blush, neteyam makes the greatest attempt to hide his embarrassment. The brothers arrive at the lab, and see that it's just max. -" "Hey guys, how are you?" the man is working with some new samples. -"Max…glad you're here, hey what's going on with Y/N. We haven't heard from her in days" asks Kiri. Max adjusts his hair a bit, and sighs. - "She's fine…it's just." the man bends down and pulls out something destroyed from under his desk. It's similar to the monitors his father has in the hut. -"What is that?" neteyam walks over to examine the object. -" This is a laptop, here…here were videos and memories of y/n's parents" says max, you could hear the sad voice.

-"She really appreciated this, but it's very old. So it broke," max keeps the pieces of the laptop under his desk. - "So she's just sad?" says tuk, the girl is worried about you. -"Yes, but don't worry, she'll be fine. She just needs space," says max, as he continues to work on his samples. -"Can we go to her room?" asks Kiri, Max says yes and they all go to Y/N's room. When they get there, they can see how the door is half open… Kiri and Tuk rush in. But neteyam stays at the edge of the door. They are silent, because they notice that you are fast asleep. But your face was swollen, they could tell you had cried yourself to sleep. The girls decide to leave your room, and let you rest.

After that day neteyam couldn't stop thinking about you, shit… he had never seen you so depressed. So he decided to do something about it. Neteyam sees how his father is looking at those weird monitors. -"Dad… what's that thing you use to store memories?" asks Neteyam. Jake laughs a little at his son's choice of words. -"Are you talking about the camera?" asks Jake, neteyam smiles in approval. - "Well…the camera is used to take pictures and also to record videos." jake says. Neteyam is thoughtful for a moment. - "Videos…like saved moments?" says neteyam. - "Yes…moments that are captured and you can watch them all the time," says Jake. The man can see his son in his deep thought, he sees how the ears were twitching and his tail was wagging slowly.

"What are you thinking?" asks jake, but neteyam says nothing and just says goodbye to his father and runs out of the hut. The night came quickly, and you had gone out to look for something in some boxes that were outside the lab wagon. It was the first time you had left your room in a whole week. "Hello" you recognize the voice, but compared to other times…this time it sounded soft. You turn around to see who it was. Neteyam was behind you, he looked so good. You could tell he had fixed the braids in his hair, and bet he had gone to the river. And he had new clothes on his body. -"Hi… everything okay?" you say, in comparison to you, who only had on a pair of legging shorts and a crop top. -"Are you busy?" asked neteyam, this took you by surprise because you swore you were going to say something stupid. -"mmm no…why?" you say, as you watch neteyam come a little closer. You can visualize his tail wagging faster behind him. -"Do you want to take a ride on the ikran?" asks neteyam, he is talking fast.

You keep quiet for a moment, it's been a long time since neteyam had been… not very nice to say the least. And now he's behaving like this? What was he planning? -"Are you going to throw me from the heights?" you speak, crossing your arms across your chest. Neteyam laughs a little, and pulls out a small bundle from his bag that was hanging around his waist. From what you can analyze, it was an outfit. -"Look… I made this for you. Why don't you put it on. I'll be waiting for you my ikran" before you protested, neteyam tapped your head and walked out to her ikran. You look at the clothes he had given you, they were beautiful. It was hand woven and with beautiful beads and stones. You didn't want to argue or ask too much about the why of things. So you decide to change your clothes, at least you were going to wear the top. And you hadn't been out for a week, what could go wrong. After changing you get to where neteyam was.

-"It looks great on you," says Neteyam, smiling at you. - "How did you know my measurements?" you ask, as you approach neteyam's ikran. -"I don't know…I just guessed. Or I got lucky" neteyam helps you onto the ikran, and he sits behind you. Placing one of his hands on your hip. Sometimes you forget how big he is, because you can notice how his hand closes around your waist. -"Well…let's go!" says neteyam ordering his ikran to start taking off. This trip was what you needed to clear your mind. These days had been hard for you and you were actually enjoying all this. You had your hands up and let the air hit your face as you screamed. You could feel neteyam's laughter behind you, and as his grip on your waist grew tighter. You place one of your hands on top of his, and look up to look at him. Neteyam gives you a smile, ohh eywa… how you liked this boy. He looked so cute, he looked so happy. And the simple fact that he was making you feel happy made your feelings grow even more.

After flying for 1 hour, neteyam decides to land in a specific zone that he had planned, in the last hours. They arrive and you get off the ikran quite happy and more animated than at the beginning. -"Where are we going?" you ask, but neteyam says nothing. He just takes your small hand and drags you deeper into the jungle. As you go deeper you can see how the colors intensify, even more than you had seen before. You can see how everything has a life of its own, how everything is in harmony. Everything was so beautiful. You come to a kind of tree that is bordered by a river. -"This is…wow" you speak, you had no words to describe what you seeing. -"Do you like it?" asks neteyam, you see how the boy sits down on the grass, and you join him. -"Do I like it? I love all this…it's so" your eyes fill a little with tears. "I thought it was a good idea…so you could have more memories. Here" says neteyam pointing to your head. You open your eyes, and he can see tears welling up in your eyes. -I'm sorry… I don't want to cry. besides, why are you acting like this? You've never been…you know" you try to change the subject.

Neteyam comes closer to you. You can feel his tail tapping you on your back. He looked nervous and started playing with his fingers. -"Well…I feel a little bad for treating you that way. I thought you didn't want to spend any more time with me and I just…" says Neteyam, trying to put his words together to make some sense. -"I didn't want to spend time with you? You're the one who walked away!!!" you say, pushing him a little. You both fell silent until you started laughing. -" So all this time…it was a misunderstanding" says neteyam, you just smile. And you keep looking at the jungle lighting. Neteyam stares at your face, and you see how the lights illuminated the exact spots. As the color of your eyes got stronger and the cool breeze moved your hair. -"I hope this… helps your sadness a little," says Neteyam. You look at him and give him a tender smile. - "Yes…it does" you lean back on his arm, enjoying the tranquility.

-"Oh…wait. Don't move" neteyam says, quickly getting up and running a corner of the tree. The boy pulls out some sort of border made of wood. He puts it in front of you and then sits down at the other end. -" click…in 1,2 and 3…recording running" neteyam has a giant smile on his face, as he starts running around you. Imitating an ikran and making his noises. -"What are you doing?" you laugh at his actions, but can't help but smile. Neteyam kneels in front of the frame, and pokes his head through the wood. "I'm recording a new memory for you" neteyam speaks, as once again he watch the tears well up in your eyes.

-"Oh…are you sad?" you lean in close to his face and kiss him on the lips. You were grateful for the new technology Norm had created (I'm talking about the new masks here). If only he knew that this detail had brightened your existence. The kiss was warm and sweet, you have your hands wrapped around his cheeks to bring him closer to you and he is leaning down to reach your height. As you pull away, you see neteyam's pupils dilate and his little ears move quickly. -"No silly…I'm happy…I'm in love" you shout. You get up from the floor and start doing the same thing he was doing before, waving your hands in the air. Neteyam just stares at you, maybe…he was the one who was recording a new memory.

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