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velvetm00light · 7 months

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Chapter Two of Save Me

Previous Chapters: one

Word Count: 3.7k

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Summary: You and your team at the BAU come to the disturbing realization that you're the final target of a brutal serial killer. Without any leads, your team determines you need to be the one to draw him out. As you sit alone in your apartment for hours, on edge, you can't help but want your coworker, Spencer, to be there with you. But, is your little crush enough to get you through the upcoming torture?

Warnings: Mentions guns, sexual assault, murder, serial killer, torture, stalking, physical harm, kidnapping, fear. In future parts, will mention vivid torture, PinV, oral, domxsub situations, grief, bondage, physical harm, etc.

A/N: I'm actually enjoying writing this soo much. I hope you all are enjoying reading it! I'm going to write the next chapter in both (y/n) POV and Spencer's POV, so I'll probably post both at the same time!

YOU CAN'T HELP BUT fidget in your seat at the round table as the rest of the team takes their seats and waits for Hotch's word to begin. You couldn't bring yourself to be in the same room as them as they discussed different ways for you to lure him out, unable to listen and play out those possible scenarios out in your head. Spencer at first fought against your wishes for him to discuss with the team, but all you could do was look into his sad eyes with yours and tell him, "I need someone who is going to fight for me. I trust that you will know when enough is enough." He stopped fighting then and did as you requested.

He was the first to arrive back at the round table, immediately taking the seat next to yours, not even hesitating to give you his hand. You took it greedily, needing any kind of human contact to keep your mind grounded, bonus points because it was him.

"Let's get started." Hotch announced, and you noticed that no one would meet your gaze directly as your eyes wandered to your friends around the table. Your heart sank into your stomach and you had a feeling the discussion they had was a hard one. You can't imagine it being easy for your friends to discuss the best way to capture a brutal serial killer by using your life without actually endangering it.

"(Y/), tonight you're going to go home as normal. We have to assume he watches your every move so he cannot know that we're aware of you being his final target. We obviously will not leave you unguarded, Rossi and I will sit down the street from your apartment, Morgan and Reid will sit in the back of the parking lot so they can see anyone who exits and enters. If he's not bold enough to do anything tonight, we will simulate a day of errands for you, each of us posted where you go."

A chill runs down your spine. It's hard to believe you're about to be sent home and expected to act completely normal. To sit in your apartment alone, just waiting for him to try to break down your door or draw you out.

"You'll let me know every hour how you're doing and call Morgan or Reid if you notice anything since they'll be closest. If it makes you feel more comfortable, we can send someone ahead of you to replace your apartment security guard so someone with a little more training is there."

"Yes, please. I think that'll help." You almost whine. The more you sit here, the less you want this conversation to end because you want to avoid going home at absolutely all costs right now. You know you can't push it off forever or else you risk other women's lives. Before the meeting ends, JJ meets your eyes. "I promise you, we will find him."

"We're going to get this sick son of a bitch," Morgan adds. The rest of the team chimes in and you feel grateful to being going through this with a support system by your side. It makes the tight knot in your stomach loosen a little, realizing that you know you're safe with them. You know your entire team would stay up for days on end to catch this guy, and wouldn't allow themselves a moment of relaxation knowing you're unable to sleep or feel safe in your own home.

Hotch sends an agent to your apartment before you to simulate security guards changing shifts. You hope this will be enough, but something deep in your stomach twists anyway.

Before Reid leaves with Morgan to get to your apartment before you, he pulls you into the kitchen - a public place, but with enough cover to make your body heat. The thought of getting caught doing something scandalous sends a shiver up your spine but you quickly chastise yourself. Your life is in danger, now is not the time for fantasies.

"Can I ask you to do something for me?" He asks softly, his face looks battered from stress and you're sure you look the same. "Of course."

"Can you text me too? To let me know you're safe."

"Of course I will." You try to give him your best smile, but it falls flat. His care is warming, but it's hard to feel anything other than absolute fear at the moment.

"You're going to be okay," he promises. He abruptly pulls you into an embrace and you waste no time relaxing into his chest. He smells of almond and lavender. You take a deep breath, trying to memorize the smell of him. Your embrace ends too quickly and he leaves you standing alone in the kitchen.

After a torturous drive home, you pull into the parking lot of your apartment. You quickly scan your surroundings, making sure to wait an extra moment before exiting the car to see if another car pulls in. You spot the car Reid described to you sitting in the corner in the back of the parking lot and you let out a relieved sigh. This whole situation is terrifying and ridiculous all at once. You remember Hotch's words and get out of your car, trying your best to act as if you aren't completely afraid for your life and you're not about to spend the entire night rechecking your door and window locks, making sure all your hidden guns are reachable and in place.

You pass the agent posed as a security guard and trying not to draw attention to yourself as you head down the left hall towards the elevator to your apartment. You would be out of your complete mind to take the stairs in this situation, but you're unsure if an elevator might actually be worse if he were to randomly enter it.

The elevator stops with a jolt and opens on your floor. You take a cautious peak out and check down the hallway left and right before exiting. You quickly make it to your apartment door, looking back to make sure there's no one in the hallway. If you're lucky, he might not know what exact apartment you live in, but then you realize with despair that if he's been watching you for however long, he could have easily seen you enter and exit your apartment multiple times.

You fumble with your keys as you try not to act panicked and open your door. You swiftly enter and lock it immediately behind you, making sure to lock the deadbolt and put the chain on as well. You loose a deep sigh and your eyes widen at the fact that you still might not be safe yet. You didn't even think about the fact that you'd have to check your apartment when you got here to make sure he wasn't already waiting for you.

You quietly pull the gun from the holster on your side and slowly work through your apartment, turning on every light and lamp possible, locking every single window you walk past, checking inside your bedroom closet, the kitchen pantry, the small storage closet just outside your bedroom, and even behind the shower curtain. Once you've decided that there's no possible place for him to hide, you finally feel your muscles relax. You place your gun back in your holster, unable to feel safe without it by your side.

You grab yourself a glass of water and some snacks and decide to stay in the living room. You're able to keep an eye on the door and balcony simultaneously. You don't risk turning the TV on or listening to music to relax you. You need to be at complete high alert until your team catches this son of a bitch.

Time goes by agonizingly slow as you try to keep yourself awake and entertained. A full pot of coffee sits on the counter for you to refill as the night goes on, although you're unsure if you'll even need it. The fear is enough to keep your blood pumping hard through you. You try to play card games with yourself and practice some card tricks Spencer taught you when you first joined the Bureau.

You aren't able to keep your attention on one task for too long, your fear pulling your eyes to scan every inch of the room. You decide to risk sneaking a peak through your balcony curtains. You look out from the side, just barely moving the fabric over so no one would notice a disturbance in the curtains from the outside. After deciding the coast is clear, you recheck the balcony door lock and do a walk through of your apartment once again, checking locks, hiding spots, your gun always close by.

The first hour passes and when your phone buzzes it just about makes you jump completely out of your skin. You reach into your pocket to pull it out and quickly read a text from Hotch, asking for an update. You reply to let him know that everything's normal so far, all possible access points are locked and you've gone through your entire apartment in intense detail.

You remember the promise you made Spencer and text him as well, basically explaining the same thing you told Hotch.

Me: im scared spence

Spencer: I know, that's okay. You're brave, remember?

Me: im trying really hard to be. i can't even turn on the TV or focus on anything long enough without getting worried im going to miss something and he's going to catch me off guard.

Spencer: You're the strongest person I know, don't let him control you. These offenders love control and making you feel helpless.

Me: he is controlling me though. i cant even imagine sleeping, im jumping at every car door being shut, every car horn from the street, every bug at my window. even if we catch him, will the fear ever go away?

The text bubble appears and disappears a few times. You start to wonder if maybe something happened, if they caught someone trying to get into your building when your phone buzzes in your hands.

Spencer: I think we both know the statistics. But, I promise that I will do everything I can do ease the fear and be there for you when it's too much.

You begin to get teary eyed at his promise. Never in your life have you felt cared for or protected. It was always kill or be killed and you fought for your life since you were a child, just trying to survive in a world destined to chew you up and swallow you.

Me: thank you spence. that means more to me than i think you'll ever understand. you mean more to me than you'll ever understand.

You set your phone down on the table next to you, feeling jittery after sending that text. You deleted it and rewrote it about 5 times, but if your life is in danger, why hold back? You also think about how he might try to profile you and believe you're forming an attachment to him due to trauma bonding or transference.

You let out an aggravated sigh and rub your face with your hands. This has complicated your life in just about every way possible and you promise yourself that if you ever get your hands on the man that feels like he can make you cower away, locked in your apartment, you'll make him regret it.

I pick my phone back up and when I see Spencer hasn't replied, I text again.

Me: have you guys seen or learned anything?

Spencer: Not yet. Few people have walked into the building but we're not legally allowed to deny people the right into their homes. You live on the third floor so hopefully that should deter him from your apartment.

Me: hope so. im not sure i could ever come back here and live my life without fear if he chooses here.

Spencer: That's understandable. I don't think he's prepared for his endgame just yet. But I'm also not sure he is disorganized enough to attempt to attack you in broad daylight in a public place like the grocery store.

Me: he abducted those other women in broad daylight in high traffic areas though and no one saw a thing.

Spencer: (Y/n), you're a federal agent. If he has an IQ that's at least half of mine, he would need extra planning. A damn good rouse to lure you away and that's only if he's confident we have no idea you're his target. Don't worry, okay? We will stay here all night for you.

Me: thank you..it helps to know you are here. i don't feel alone in this.

Spencer: You're never alone. Never again, (y/n).

Spencer: As much as I want to keep talking to you to make sure you're safe, I think it's best you focus on your surroundings. Deep breathing exercises actually trick your brain into thinking that you're relaxed and takes your body out of flight or fight.

Me: are those drs orders?

Spencer: Yes, now be a good girl and relax.

Your breath catches in your throat with his last text. It takes you aback at the pure brashness of it, something you weren't sure he was even capable of doing.

You do as commanded and you allow yourself to pull your legs up onto the couch, despite the impracticality of it in the sick chance he breaks into your apartment. You try your hardest to do breathing exercises you found on Google.

You are slightly surprised when your body begins to relax a bit and you feel less at edge. You don't allow yourself to completely let down your guard, but you welcome the slight relaxation of your muscles at least.

Minutes turn to hours and if you didn't have your phone to check the time, you would have thought days were passing by. All you've been able to do is stare at the ceiling when you're not making your routine patrols around your apartment. You feel as if you're starting to get a bit stir crazy.

You check in hourly with Hotch and Spencer, not allowing yourself too much of a distraction. But, as the hours tick by, your eyelids get heavier and heavier. You begin to lower your vigilant wall the tiniest bit. If he wanted to attack here wouldn't he have done so by now?

Me: im so tired.

Spencer: It's okay to sleep. It's highly recommended by every doctor, including me.

Me: alright smart ass. do you think he would've already tried something by now? the suns about to come up and it's been almost 12 hours.

Spencer: Go to bed. None of us are going to sleep so you're safe. You've been through a lot, you deserve some rest, even if it's just an hour.

Me: i guess youre right. ive got all my locks in place anyway and i guess i would probably hear if any glass broke but i dont know how anyone would expect to take an entire grown woman down 3 levels without risking being seen by using the stairs.

Spencer: You don't need to justify sleeping to me. You deserve the rest, no matter what. No justification needed.

Me: Thank you, Spence. ♡

Spencer: ♡

Still a bit weary, you decide to check the balcony and do your patrol once more before you allow yourself to relax. After determining the coast is clear, you decide to finally retire to your bedroom. You unhook your gun holster and lay it on your nightstand, making sure to keep it in reach in case.

You don't even bother changing out of your clothes as you finally climb into bed. You let out a small moan of relief and sleep consumes you almost instantly.

You're taken out of your sleep by a loud thud, confusion overtaking you for a few moments as you blink rapidly around the room, attempting to adjust your eyes to the daylight. You're frozen in fear as your vision clears and there's a gun pointed right to your face.

The man holding the gun is in a regular hoodie and jeans, seemingly normal. You reel your terror back as you hold your hands up in surrender, attempting to make him believe you're willing to do as he pleases in hopes he makes a mistake.

You eye the time on the clock on your nightstand, if you can only distract him for a little bit longer, Hotch will call you when he realizes you aren't replying to his hourly check in and they'll come up here and save your ass.

All your able to do is stare at your attacker and stay completely still. You rack your brain for the best possible thing to say to get him to deescalate or at least lower the gun. "What's your name?"

"My name?" He questions, tilting his head to the side. You thought he might be put back by the question, instead he seems to have gained a confidence your profile suggested he was close to growing into. You suppose he must have had some new found confidence to be able to sneak past multiple undercover agents, and into a room on third floor with all doors and windows locked. He makes no move to lower the gun and no attempt to answer your question.

"How did you get in?" You ask as calmly as possible, hoping he made a mistake that way at least. Maybe your team was already outside, discussing how to play it to where he surrenders. You realize your luck as probably fallen short at the way a wicked smile spreads across his face.

"Do you not want to talk?" You try again. The blog posts he made about you play over in your head. You're hoping he takes the bait.

"Don't you think it's a little late to talk?" The gun stays unwavering in your face.

"What do you mean?"

The smile falls from his face and if you were in a cartoon, you can almost bet smoke would come out of his ears.

"What do I mean? You know what I mean!" He roars, shaking the gun angrily around. You decide to take this as your opportunity now that the gun isn't pointing towards you.

You release your leg from under the covers and kick as hard as you can muster into his abdomen. He reels back and you stumble out of bed and attempt to retrieve the gun on your nightstand when you realize it's no longer there. You spin around in time for his fist to connect with your jaw, knocking you off your feet, your knees barking as they connect with the hardwood.

You sweep out his legs from under him, sending him to the floor along with you. You spot his gun laying on your bedroom floor, right next your dresser, which unfortunately, he is right in front of. Before you can think to hesitate, you're up on your feet and lunging for the gun.

Before you're able to reach it, he grabs you by the collar of your shirt and swings you around and slams you into the wall. The breath clears your lungs and all you can do is fall to the ground on once more.

Blood from somewhere, you assume your face, drips onto the polished floor below you. You attempt to play the defeated victim, hoping it draws him close enough for you to catch him by surprise.

His heavy feet slam against your floorboards until he is right in front of you, gun completely abandoned on the floor. He grips your neck with a strong hand and lifts you to your feet. When he brings your face to his, you spit blood into his eye, causing him to drop you.

You use the few moments you gave yourself to at least make it out of your bedroom, grab a knife or one of your hidden guns, anything to give you the upper hand against a man twice your size and strength.

"Bitch!" He roars, wiping furiously at his eyes as you scramble with the door to your bedroom. You swing it open and lunge towards the closet gun you can think of when you see the open compartment, your gun missing from it.

"You think I don't know every single detail about your life, (y/n)?" He laughs from behind you as you're frozen in the middle of your living room. "I've been waiting for a long time, (y/n). Do you like the presents I left you? I figured I'd show you what I would do to you."

"You have an odd perception of the word present." You deadpan. You scramble to come up with a solution. All your guns are gone, if you run to the kitchen you better hope to hell he doesn't shoot you first or get there before you. "What do you want?"

"You." He smiles, and before you can react he's on you again. As you fight tooth and nail against his raging grasp, you hear your phone begin to ring. You allow hope to bubble in your chest, just a few more minutes, you say to yourself. They'll save me.

When you finally think you have the upper hand on him, he lands a fist to your temple that throws you to the carpet. Your vision spins as you attempt to crawl anywhere but where he is. You feel his laugh in your bones and you can tell he is taking his time taking in his win and the power it gives him. Your sight becomes blurry and you fight as hard as you can against it. But, all you seem to have the strength for is to watch blood spill from your mouth and the wounds on your face, onto the carpet of your living room. You gather enough strength to at least look your attacker in the face and deny him as much of the power he craves as you can. "I'm not afraid of you," you whisper. Your throat feels tight, and it's almost impossible to swallow. You spit blood onto your carpet as you try to relieve the pressure in your throat.

"You should be," is the last thing you hear before you see his boot come down towards your head and the world turns black.

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jennay · 3 months

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Last Night

Noah Sebastian x Reader

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You were supposed to be having a good time at the bar, but something in the back of your mind told you it wouldn't work out that way.

You were attempting to ignore the feeling by sipping on your drink and ignoring the thoughts, but your stomach was uneasy, and your thoughts continued to race. Something didn't feel right.

"Go sing." Folio teases, breaking you out of your trance, "You've had at least three drinks; you'll be fine." He beams from across the table.

You shake your head and smile before walking to sit next to him and across from Jolly. Your nerves were getting the best of you, and you had difficulty sitting in one place. You wonder where Noah is but try to brush it off. You know he's around somewhere, and you didn't want to act like a jealous girlfriend and hunt him down for socializing with other people. You remained calm, and you put your trust in him. You knew if something was wrong, Noah would tell you. The two of you were close to celebrating your third anniversary, and in that time, you had worked so hard on communication skills and learning how to be with one another, fighting the stereotypes of dating an upcoming rockstar; you knew if you could get through the last few rough years, then there was nothing stopping you from being together.

You had no reason to doubt him at least not yet.

"I'll sing with you!" Jolly encourages from across the table, holding his drink up to you as if he wanted you to clink yours in agreement. "It could be fun!"

"No," You laugh as you clink drinks with him. "I'm not doing it. I know you guys and you'll record it and hold it over my head to embarrass the shit out of me tomorrow." You had a decent voice but were not confident enough to show it off.

Bryan and Matt are seen from the door walking toward the table to join in on your fun night out. You wave them over, hoping that it will take the heat off you. They were always up for causing any form of chaos.

"Have Matt and Bryan go with you! They look like they're ready for a good night." You suggest, pointing at their cheerful faces.

Jolly dramatically rolls his brown eyes, "It's not the same." He says, pouting. You knew he wanted to distract you from Noah's absence; he noticed it bothered you more than you let on. He felt something was off about Noah but didn't want to ruin your night.

Jolly was the one who introduced you to Noah, and though he didn't exactly approve of you dating Noah, he gave you his blessing because he knew how much he meant to you.

You shrug him off, standing up, "I'm gonna go find Noah." You announce, feeling a sudden urge to see him. You wanted to know what kept him so long and why he hadn't returned to the table.

"I think I saw him go outside," Ruffilo adds. He'd seen Noah sneak out of the bar about half an hour ago and wondered what he was up to. He hoped it was nothing serious, but he had a nagging suspicion that it was. Noah's vibes were off tonight, and it didn't take much for anyone to notice.

Usually, by this time, you would feel his arm around you, his kisses on your face, and his compliments in your ear. But tonight, Noah was acting distant and cold. He barely touched you, looked at you, or talked to you. You felt a pang of sadness and confusion, wondering what was wrong.

You nod and push your chair back to stand up. You glance over to your side, seeing the sea of people. "Wish me luck." You say with dread; you hated the crowded and noisy bars. You tuck your chair back under the table, taking a deep breath as you try to make your way through the masses. You finally reach the door.

You sigh in relief as you step outside, escaping the noisy and cramped bar. You look around the small patio, illuminated by fairy lights and candles.

You spot Noah sitting at a table near the corner, his back to the wall. You walk over to him with a smile, eager to see him. You stop when his head snaps up at you. He doesn't smile back, and you see the worry in his eyes. You feel your heart sink into your stomach; something is wrong.

"You okay?" You notice he doesn't jump up at the opportunity to hug or kiss you like usual.

He gives you a pained and apologetic glance like he has a secret to tell. You notice him gulp, and you feel his anxiety. You are afraid of what he'll say.

Noah shakes his head, "There's something we should talk about." He says, in a low and serious tone. He signals for you to sit with him, but you don't. You feel reluctant, and you stay where you are. You don't want to give him the opportunity to hurt you because you know he's about to, and it's gonna be agonizing.

You know what those words mean. You had hoped Noah was different and wouldn't hurt you like they did. But now, you realize he's just like them and is about to hurt you more than they ever did.

Noah stands but creates distance between you, unsure how you will react to his words. He knew you weren't going to get violent with him, but he also knew he was about to willingly break your heart, and he hated himself for it. "I didn't want to do this here, but I need to get it out." He sighs, nervously running his tattoed fingers through his long brown hair, attempting to distract himself from what your face will show. "This isn't working." He finally locks eyes with you, ready for you to scream at him.

He shamefully lowers his gaze, and you see him bite his lip. You wonder what else he will say, and a part of you doesn't want to know.

You gasped, your eyes wide open. Even though you felt it was coming, it was still shocking to hear him say it. Noah had promised you everything and was destroying your hope for the future.

You see his nostrils flare, and it looks like he is suppressing his emotions. Noah seems like a different person, not the man you adore. You feel stabbed in the back. You can't believe he is discarding everything you had, shared, and felt.

"What the fuck …" You trail off with a whisper, feeling a lump in your throat.

You feel your jaw harden with anger. You feel so blindsided. How did you trust his lies, his promises, his charms? How did you let him manipulate you and make you think he loved you? Noah wasn't any different from any other man.

"You said you loved me three hours ago…" You say, recalling your conversation as you walked with him to the bar. You'd been holding hands, laughing, and kissing. You'd been happy, and so had he. Or so you thought. He gazed at you with love in his eyes and whispered in your ear that you were his everything. He said he couldn't imagine life without you and wanted to grow old with you. You had meant it, but he hadn't. Now that the truth has hit you, Noah means nothing to you.

"Is there someone else?" You wonder, feeling your heart beat rapidly against your chest.

Noah nods, his eyes darting to the ground, and he feels shame. He can't look you in the eyes because he knows he doesn't deserve to.

You instantly wonder who she is, what she looks like, what she has that you don't. You wonder how he met her, if he loves her, if he tells her the same things he told you, if he makes her happy.

Noah knows that what he is about to say will make him lose everything, and he doesn't want to see the end, the death, the goodbye in your eyes, but it's too late now.

"She's someone I used to love, and I just, I never got over her, and she's back in town. I don't want to hurt you by continuing this with you if I'm still conflicted about my feelings for her. I have to find out what this means… I'm sorry." He says, sounding genuine but not apologetic. He's only sorry for himself.

You look at him, speechless, numb, broken. You can't comprehend what you just heard, what he just said, what he just did. You can't understand anything except for the pain that consumes your heart, your soul, and your body.

You feel a tear slide down your cheek and brush it away with your hand. You don't want to cry, not for him, not in front of him, not because of him. You don't want to give him the pleasure, the power, or the control.

You don't want to show him your weakness, vulnerability, or humanity. Your anger burns in your chest. You're consumed by it, and he's the target right now.

"Fuck you, Noah… It's fine." You say with a huff. You feel your shoulders tighten and throw your hands up in disbelief. "I'm thankful this happened now and not later when I was super attached to you in the future, and thanks for showing me you're just like every other fucking guy I've dated." Your hands land back at your side with a loud smack. "You promised me you were different, but you're not! You're just like every other half-assed dude. I should have listened to my friends-I should've listened to myself in the beginning! I knew this wouldn't work; you were all these walking red flags and I still tried to look past it and give you a chance!" You shake your head, tilting your gaze up to not let any more tears well up and slide down your face. "I'm going to be fine." You assure him, "Do not come crawling back to me when you're miserable and realize what you've lost."

Noah flinches at your words. His eyes wander your face. He's shocked by your words, anger, and who you just became.

"What's worse is you did it at the bar with all our friends inside. You did this to me in front of Jolly…he was right you know? I should've stayed away from you." You take in a deep breath, your eyes wandering around the patio. You close your eyes and try to maintain your composure. You're greeted by Noah's brown eyes locking with yours when you open them. "I feel like a fucking idiot." You harshly say, not dropping your eye contact with him. It shocked you how those eyes you loved so much made you sick to your stomach.

"I didn't want it to be this way." He whispers, his voice barely audible.

"But it is Noah and I regret ever letting you in. I'll never be able to trust my own judgement again. You wrecked that for me." You say, your voice is cold and bitter. "I hope you fall for that woman so hard, and then she dumps you and shatters your heart, and I hope it hurts so bad." You dry the tears from your eyes as you turn away from him and head back inside the bar.

Jolly sees you crying and trying to get away from the crowd. He notices the pain in your eyes and feels the worry in his chest. He rises from his seat and follows you out the front door, calling your name with concern. He reaches you on the sidewalk and asks you to stop. And when you turn around, you're face to face with him.

You can't talk or breathe; you let him hold you and gently stroke your back. He enfolds you in his arms, and he draws you close to him. He presses his cheek to your head and whispers in your ear. "What happened?"

"He ended it. Like I was nothing to him." You let out another sob.

You feel Jolly's jaw clench and sense his anger, but he's not mad at you. He's angry that he gave Noah the benefit of the doubt. "Do you want me to take you home?" His voice is soft and kind. He knows you need a place to rest, heal, and recover. He knows you need a friend to listen, support, and comfort. Jolly knows you need anyone but Noah. Noah is nothing but the one who broke your heart.

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03: Let It Snow

Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)

same group friend, unrequited love, acquittances to lovers, ski trip, love triangle

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Warnings: drama starts now!!! lando being a simp (sorry not sorry), italics are flashbacks

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Life has taught me that you can't control someone's loyalty. No matter how good you are to them, it doesn't mean they'll treat you the same. No matter how much they mean to you, it doesn't mean they'll value you the same. Sometimes the people you love the most, turn out to be the people you can trust the least.

But no matter what happens, I would always defend them, even when they don't deserve it. No matter if both of them hurt me, not being aware of my own feelings or ignoring them, I would always be by their side.

That's what friends do, right? That's what a loyal friend does.

So here I am, ignoring the noises they make upstairs, ignoring the stabs of my heart and keeping a straight face while Max, Pietra and Lando complain about them.

“At least they went to their room” I mumbled under my breath, swallowing the pain behind every word I said.

I felt Lando's pitiful eyes on me, but I decided to ignore him and keep taking things out of the bags.

“We should go out and explore” Pietra said. “The lady from the ski shop said that near this house there's a path with nice views”

“Yeah, that's a good idea” Lando said.

“Okay, let me go tell Harry and Eloise” I sighed, but heard them sigh in disapproval. “What?”

“Come on, ignore them” Lando said. “They clearly don't want to be with us. If they did, they would be here instead of fucking like rabbits upstairs”

I smiled, just because they way he said it was funny. But I just felt a little stab again. They don't want to be with us? They don't want to be with me? Of course they don't. Of course Harry doesn't want to be with me, he has his Eloise. What am I compared with her?

“Come on” Lando smiled.

I nodded slowly, walking upstairs and taking a deep breath when I walked in front of the door of their room, fighting the urge to knock and stopping them just to feel satisfied, and went to my room. I smiled when I recognized the smell of caramel.

I wonder who did it, who sprayed an air freshener inside of this room.

With a little smile I grabbed warm clothes and put them on, wrapping the scarf around my neck and putting the gloves on my hands. After putting the warm coat on me, I walked out and tried to ignore their voices inside the room, mumbling and panting words.

“I'm ready” I said, swallowing the lump inside my throat and watching Pietra and Max hold their hands before walking out of the house.

Lando looked at me and held the door open for me, making me nod and walk out in front of him, flinching softly when I heard how he slammed the door closed, making the snow of the porch fall right in front of me.

“Why did you do that?” I frowned, looking back at him

“To let them know we left” he said, raising his shoulders, indifferent. “So they can do whatever they want”

I swallowed thickly and nodded, walking in front of him and following the couple in front of us.

It was Eloise who asked me to come to the trip. She was the one that insisted, saying that we could have fun together. But it seems that the one she's having fun with is with her boyfriend, something she does everyday.

Lando and I walked in silence, not uncomfortable or comfortable. It was a silence filled with the crunch of the snow under our shoes, with the sniffles because of the cold weather, with Pietra’s giggles and Max’s chuckles. Both of us are used to this silence between us, standing or sitting next to the other and not sharing a word.

Maybe he doesn't trust me? We barely talk, it's not like Eloise, who sometimes goes to his races because she's Harry's plus one. But still, his presence gives me comfort.

“Tomorrow is your birthday” he said, and I just nodded. “What do you want to do?”

What do I want to do? Have Harry's attention, maybe. Not receiving his grunts or watching him roll his eyes. I would even like to go back in time where we were friends and he talked to me like a friend…

“I don't know” I sighed, shaking my head side to side. “Usually I spend my birthday with my parents”

“And why didn't you go? Why coming here?”

“They went on a trip too” I said, laughing with a bit of sadness in my voice. “For their wedding anniversary. So yeah, my birthday and Christmas without them”

“Hey, but you are here with us” he said, making me look at him, at how he smiled.

“Yeah…”

“It will be fun, I promise” he nodded. “We planned a lot of things for this week, you will be alright”

I smiled and nodded, hiding half of my face with the scarf and breathing the scent of it. Hiding my disappointment because my parents forgot that this week was my birthday.

“What do you mean you want us to cancel the trip?”

“I mean… I end the classes that week, and I wanted to spend time with you…” I sighed, playing with the lace of my hoodie.

“We planned this trip months ago. And you know it's because of our 25th wedding anniversary, Violet!” she exclaimed, making me look down at my lap and pull away the phone from my ear.

“Yeah, but…”

“God, stop being selfish”

She called me selfish, because I wanted to be with my family for my birthday and Christmas.

Maybe it's true and I'm selfish. Is it because I want things that I don't deserve?

Hearing her giggles while towing snowballs is like hearing the most beautiful melody ever composed. And knowing that the one that made her giggle is me because I threw her a snowball, makes me happy.

People might think that I'm like a stalker, but all I am is a coward.

A coward that can't confess his own feelings, a coward that can't take a step forward and open the eyes of the woman he loves.

“How did you know about Velaris?” I heard her ask me, with a big smile on her lips.

Oh, Velaris. That fictional city of those books she's reading.

“Ah, my sister is reading the same books as you” I said. Liar. Coward.

“No way! Really? Then you should have brought her here too” she chuckled. “I'm sure she would have loved it”

“Yeah…” I nodded.

I heard her sigh happily, taking deep breaths and admiring the landscape, watching how the cold made her cheeks and the tip of her nose be red.

“This is the best birthday gift someone could give me” I heard her whisper.

And I only needed that to be happy.

The four of us continued walking until I heard Violet's phone notification. I saw her stop walking so I just stopped some steps in front of her, waiting for her. But when I saw her clench her jaw and take a deep breath, I sighed.

“Everything's okay?” I asked her, and she looked up at me with a forced smile.

“Eloise is asking where are we” she sighed. “They are hungry, I guess…”

“They are old enough to cook themselves whatever they want” I said, and I surprised myself of how rude I sounded.

“Y-yeah, but…” she sighed. “Maybe we should go back to the house? So we can have lunch all together? A-and I'm tired because of the flight, too…”

“Okay” I sighed, looking around and finding Max and Pietra, whistling with my fingers to get their attention.

When they came back frowning I just smiled at them weakly. Max asked with his eyes what was going on, and he only needed to look at Violet to understand.

“I'll cook lunch” she said.

“That's nice, thank you!” Pietra smiled, walking towards her and linking their arms together.

The two of them walked in front of us, talking about something Max and I couldn't hear well.

And it was the perfect moment for Max to look at me and do the question:

“It's her, right?” he asked. “Violet. The reason of everything you've done”

I looked at him with a sad smile, and somehow let the mask of indifference fall in front of him, showing him my sad smile of someone that has to see how the woman I love wants to be with someone else.

“Of course she is” I sighed.

“Since when?” he frowned.

“Since the moment she came late to that dinner because she was lost and accidentally stormed inside my neighbor's house” I smiled weakly.

I still think about that day. I still remember the worry on Eloise's face when she couldn't stop looking at her watch because her friend was being late, and she never was late. I still remember how Harry brushed it off, saying that nobody's perfect and that it's impossible that someone always arrives on time, that maybe she spent too much time getting ready or doing other things.

But what I remember the best is how she opened the front door and how all of us looked at her relieved, how the blush of embarrassment painted her cheeks and how she smiled nervously at everyone while she apologized for being late.

The moment she sat on the floor in front of me, placing the homemade cookies on the table, was the moment I felt Cupid's arrow stabbing my chest.

“Why don't you tell her?” he frowned.

“I'll try. I'll try to tell her this week, she deserves to know…”

The walk back to the house was quiet, between Max and I, and the moment Violet opened the front door of the house, I immediately got annoyed.

“Where were you?” Harry asked.

But no, he wasn't looking at us, no. He was looking at Violet, wanting answers of where she was.

“Dude” Max frowned when he felt how tense I was the moment I heard him ask that.

“We went outside for a walk” Violet said, looking away. “You were too busy to notice that we left, or even that I went with Lando to pick up Max and Pietra”

I tried to choke a laugh, biting the inside of my cheek and hiding my smile with my hand. But Max noticed it. Harry looked at us and frowned, rolling his eyes and walking upstairs again.

“Asshole” I whispered and Max chuckled.

Harry is our friend, yeah. But that doesn't mean that lately I've been hating him. I've been hating how he treats Violet, how he controls her and gives her hope but then he throws her away later. Even if he's dating Eloise, he always finds a way of giving her hopes.

Violet started making lunch and she immediately was surrounded by Harry, looking at what she was doing. But the worst of it was Violet's smile, feeling him close to her.

And it made my blood boil, watching how she looked at him and did what he said.

I wish she did that with me whenever I talk to her.

Later that day we went to the first activity we planned, going on a snowmobile through the same path we walked through hours before. And I was so excited because I knew that she was going to be sitting behind me.

“Are you ready?” I asked her when I saw her walking towards me.

“You said you already drove this thing before, right?” she said, adjusting her helmet and coat.

“Come on, you will be with the best driver of the group, you are safe” I laughed, holding a hand out to help her sit behind me.

When she held my hand I swear I felt tinglings, her hand was of the perfect size for my hand even if she had gloves. And when she saw behind me, with her chest on my back, I could die there. She placed her hands on my sides, awkwardly, holding the material of my coat.

“Wrap your arms around me, Violet” I said, holding one of her hands and placing it on my abdomen, making her move closer to me and, this time, holding me tighter.

I felt eyes on my nape, maybe Harry's eyes. But I didn't care. I absolutely don't care anymore.

“You like Violet”

It wasn't a question. An affirmation. He only needed a week to see that, to see the way I look at her after I met her for the first time.

“What if I do?” I frowned, ignoring the way he was looking at me. The disapproval. The jealousy. The possessiveness in his eyes.

“Don't. I won't approve that. She's my friend. Mine, not yours. Who would want to be with a man that is barely home, hm? Or that is involved in many dating rumors?”

That's what made me not move forward. His jealousy, the pain in my chest with every word.

But I decided that it was time to do whatever I wanted. It was time to act the way I want with her, to be myself and not an idiot that doesn't celebrate every triumph she has or talk to her and hold her.

“It's going to be okay” I said, looking back at her. “This is safe, I promise”

“Okay, I trust you” she said, sitting comfortably.

I smiled. She trusts me.

I started the engine, and all of us started to explore the place, looking around us and taking pictures.

I felt her resting her head on my back, her arms still wrapped around me tightly but more relaxed.

“Can I ask you something?” I heard her.

“Of course” I nodded.

“Why are you always so cold with me?” she sighed, readjusting herself and getting closer. “You are close to Pietra, even to Eloise. But with me… it's only short answers and awkward glances between us”

Oh, Violet… If you knew. If you knew how much I want to hold you every second of the day you wouldn't ask this.

“You wouldn't understand” I said instead.

“Then make me understand. Make me understand why you are distant with me, why we only text or talk for important things” she said. “I want to be your friend, Lando…”

That even hurt more than not being able to have her.

Something changed in the way Lando acted around me after this afternoon.

He was talkative with me, he searched for my gaze after saying something, like trying to find a confident look.

He even volunteered himself to help me make dinner, grabbing all the things from the fridge and helping me take them to the living room, sitting in front of me afterwards. Somehow, I felt his eyes on me, watching my movements, scanning me and trying to read my mind.

And I should feel uncomfortable. It should made me feel observed, intimidated. But all the times I caught his gaze, I smiled at him and received a smile back.

But because of that, he didn't talk to me since we came back to the house.

Harry ignored me during dinner, not looking at me or commenting on anything I said. He didn't even say good night when he and Eloise got up to go to bed, leaving me with a pain in my chest and many questions about what I did wrong.

“Let him be” I heard Max sigh.

“But…” I sighed, watching how he walked upstairs with Eloise following him.

“You should assume that this week he will ignore all of us” he continued, making me swallow thickly.

“Ah…”

I sighed, looking at my phone. The clock says that it was already my birthday. And I started to wonder… will I be ignored too?

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can i request a snippet about a villain and hero who broke up because the hero removed the villains powers, but the hero only did it because they knew of an upcoming threat to people with powers, but didn't tell them, and now the threat is here?

The villain was standing, perfectly still, watching the news when the hero landed on the balcony.

"I'm just picking up my-" The hero froze, gaze darting between the screen and the villain. "-My stuff."

The villain hummed. They kept their hands in their pockets and didn't turn.

"Okay." The hero hurried across the room, picking up the carefully taped-up box.

"You know," the villain said, oh so casually, "I hope they kill you."

The hero froze again, fingers tightening on the box. They glanced over at the villain, trying to get a good look at their expression.

"You do?" They didn't quite recognise their own voice.

"But even if they don't," the villain said, "I never want to see you again."

The hero swallowed.

The villain turned to face them; expression the coldest thing that the hero had ever seen. "You are a sanctimonious, violating monster."

"I was just trying-"

"-You took my powers."

"-I was just trying to protect you." The hero waved their hands at the news, at the real monster.

"You. Took. My. Powers."

"At least now you're safe from-"

"-But I'm not safe from you!" It came out a yell. The hero had never heard the villain raise their voice before. The villain turned away, dragging a shaking hand through hair. "You," the villain continued, "were the person I was supposed to trust. The person who I thought loved me. The person I thought I was building my life with, who would rather rob me than talk to me about what's going on like an equal. Who would rather -" The villain shook their head.

The hero opened their mouth, then closed it. "That's not how it was."

"No?" The villain raised their brows, and laughed, an acid sound. "You're not here, now that I know, hoping that I will totally understand and forgive you because, oh gosh golly, you were just doing what you thought was right."

There was a long, long silence.

"I bet," the villain said, "that you think you did nothing wrong."

The hero held the box to their chest. They squared their shoulders. "I think that I'd rather you hate me than be dead."

"Well, you got your wish."

"You have a right to be mad," the hero said. "But I do care about-"

"-You took my powers." The villain's voice was very quiet. They pointed to the open window, to the balcony, to the world beyond and its battles. "So when you fight alone, make sure you remember why there's no one at your side."

When the hero stayed rooted to the spot, heart lurching, the villain stalked into the bathroom and locked the door.

The hero left the way they'd came.

#heroes and villains #villains and heroes #angst #drama #writing #story #creative writing #fic #ficlet #villains #heroes #superpowers

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2x8 - now with some minor book spoilers

the vibe of Moiraine being Rand's herald, essentially, in these moments rather than up on the tower with the others. That vibed hard for me. Loved that. And Moiraine and Lan's moment of opening the bond up again was so beautiful.

Loved that Rand stood up under the force of the shield (he was making progress on that last episode).

I loved that Nynaeve's contributions were actually (almost) entirely unrelated to any big flashy uses of the One Power, which she hated everyone focusing on at the start of the season because she only wanted to look out for Egwene. She helped Elayne by being a Wisdom!

I think I was right that Mat pretended back in 2x6 that he didn't know Rand was 'dead' because he was deliberately getting Rand to talk about it so that he could reassure him, because Mat knows exactly why Perrin is baffled to hear that Rand is here and reassures him that Rand's alive.

Mat got to prove that he is such a good person here. He was clever, he was kind... and he still kinda fucked up on the tower, but it's okay, because everyone fucks up sometimes. They did the stabbing in a really great way that makes it obvious why Rand will obviously not hold it against him, because Mat was trying to stab Ishy. But Mat fighting with the Heroes! Mat BEING one of the Heroes!

And Mat did NOT touch the dagger, which feels like confirmation that we're not bringing the main cast back to the White Tower next season.

I am so glad we got our Rand-Elayne meet-cute. She got to tend his wound but it was his big unhealing wound! We got our 'bird with a broken wing' moment. I hope we get to see him make her a flower out of feathers <3

Egwene protecting Rand until Moiraine was able to unshield him was lovely. Just... the support that everyone was giving each other. There was so much love between all of them. I'm sure that some people will be upset that Rand didn't get to solo Ishamael, but I'm a found family girl first and foremost, so I love that the people he loves most were there to help him so that he could do what he needed to do. And he did just straight-up murder Turak.

the show was actually really ruthless with the Seanchan body count in a way that makes me... very hopeful about upcoming storylines.

Also, Dain calling Perrin "Two Rivers" and fighting next to him and then seeing Perrin kill his dad... is the show gonna make me ship Perrin/Dain? Is that what you're doing?

(Hopper broke my heart. I was sure it would happen, but I was still heartbroken)

...Elayne is gonna have so many questions. SO MANY questions.

Aviendha looking up and seeing our babies up there! And the dragon! People of the Dragon! <3 <3 <3 <3

Oh, and Lanfear being a key player in the plan because she was planning to kill Ishy, dump the rest of the Forsaken in the ocean, and then have her happily ever after with 'Lews Therin' only to get thwarted because Ishamael saw her betrayal coming: classic Forsaken. I am fascinated by the idea that Lanfear is now under orders NOT to bother Rand because she can't be trusted around him.

#wot #wheel of time #wot on prime #the wheel of time #wot show spoilers #wot prime spoilers #wot s2 spoilers #wheel of time s2 spoilers #butterfly watches wot #wot 2x8 spoilers #wot book spoilers #the shadow rising

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return-of-a-space-cowboy · 7 months

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Eagle under the lions paw pt 3

You and Dimitri did end up spending more time outside of training, having meals at the dinner hall, and doing errands together. It was nice to finally know the one you were so desperate to meet all those years ago.

"So what's up with you and Dimitri? I knew you guys sparred together but you two have been noticeably closer as of late" Dorathea brought up before sipping her tea.

"We've just hit it off" you replied. You noticed her eyebrow raised.

"Just as friends of course" you blurted out.

"(Y/n) You know you can trust me to keep a secret" she assured you.

"I swear we're just friends" you replied.

"Ok, it's just I've noticed the way he's been looking at you since you arrived at the academy," she said.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked.

"You haven't noticed? He looks at you the same way a lost little puppy would. He looks at you with absolute adoration, honestly, I'm a little jealous" she sighed.

Was Dorathea right? Did Dimitri like you romantically? You didn't know how to feel about it. Yes, he was strong, handsome and kind. All qualities that a spouse should have but you didn't really see him as a romantic partner.

"I don't really see him in a romantic way" you replied.

"Then you should probably tell him, it's better to let him know soon than lead him on" she advised.

"But what if he doesn't have a romantic interest? Then it'd be embarrassing" you asked.

"Trust me, even if it's all platonic it's better to draw that line before things get messy" she explained.

That conversation has been playing on loop in your mind since then. You felt a wood tap on your hip that shook you out of your trance.

"Are you alright?" Dimitri asked you.

"Yes, sorry I was just thinking about class this morning" you lied.

"Finding it overwhelming? If you want we can cut the training short today" he offered.

"No, I can continue. After all the battle of the eagle and the lion is only a few weeks away, there's no way I can slack off now" you replied.

"You're not confident in your abilities?" He asked.

"I'm confident but I have no idea about everyone else's skills, and if I am unfortunate enough to get pitted against you then there's no way I'd win" you replied.

"You shouldn't be hard on yourself, all you can do is try your best, it is a mock battle after all," he told you. You could see why Dorathea said what she did about how he looks at you. A soft and kind expression was always plastered on his face when you were around him but it wasn't enough to be evident that he did have feelings for you.

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"Edelgard and I have discussed the plan for the upcoming battle of the eagle and the lion" Manuela addressed the class as she crudely drew a map of gronder field.

"This battle will be against both the blue lions and the golden deer so we must effectively fight both teams.

"So we must separate to take on both teams," she said before drawing three arrows from the left side, one to the top, one to the right, and one to the center.

"Caspar and Ferdinand will advance north to the lions, Linhardt and Hubert will follow behind to provide support" she addressed the three.

"Edelgard and Petra will advance to the east and take on the deers with Dorathea providing support"

"This central fort is an advantage for archers so try to stop the other teams from capturing it and allow Bernadetta to claim it" she was explaining before a shriek was heard.

"No I don't want to be in the center, I wouldn't last a minute there!" Bernadetta retorted.

"That is why (Y/n) will cover for you" Manuela reassured.

"Don't worry, it should be a piece of cake Bernie. With everyone else, it makes it easier to pick off anyone who gets too close" you tried to reassure Bernadetta who was obviously stressed.

"If things get too tough I'll cover you," you said.

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You signaled Bernadetta to take the position at the fort while there was a clearing.

"I hope this ends soon…" she muttered as she got into her position after hopping off her horse.

"So do I" you replied as you looked out. The golden deer had suffered a significant loss. Not that the Eagles were doing much better. You could see that both Casper and Ferdinand were walking off the field, while Hubert and Linhardt retreated to the east to form up with Edelgard and Petra.

"Bernie, you might want to start firing now" you advised, earning a shriek from her.

"Where?!" She struggled to make out.

"North, Sylvain, and Dedue are coming. You take out Sylvain and I'll stop Dedue" you suggested.

"Ok…" she replied before you moved forward to stop them getting through.

"Dedue you fall back to cover Ashe, I'll try capturing the fort" Sylvain told Dedue.

This wasn't good, Sylvain was now in a blind spot for Bernie and Dedue was leaving range.

"Hey you're the girl I've seen Dimitri hanging around recently" he commented.

"So what of it?" You asked him as you approached him.

"Nothing just realized it was you," he said as he tried to strike you and you dodged.

"You're pretty cute, maybe after this is over we could get something to eat?" he proposed. You could feel the heat in your cheeks rise. You swung your lance towards him with enough force to knock it out of his hands.

"Whoa, you're feisty!" He exclaimed.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hurt you did I" you asked, shocked that you'd managed to knock it straight out of his grip.

"I'm fine, just didn't have a good grip… I guess I'll have to forfeit" he told you as he picked up his lance.

"My offer's still open by the way," he told you before he walked off the field.

You had very little time to relax before you saw Dimitri's approach.

"Bernie fall back!" You shouted earning another shriek from her. The Blue Loins were overwhelming in comparison to your house. You readied yourself knowing you'd certainly fail but still like Dimitri told you, you'd have to give it your best shot. You charged toward him and tried to strike him overhead, however, he blocked and pushed you back. He then tried to counter but you barely avoided him as you tried to center yourself.

You tried desperately to best him but he always manages to block your attacks. You can barely keep a good grip on your lance with the force that he strikes back with. Then you hear a crack and feel his lance hit your ribs. The air in your lungs was knocked out of you as you hit the ground, unable to comprehend what happened til you tried to get up, realizing that your lance was snapped in half and feeling a horrible pain in your side causing you to yelp in pain.

"(Y/n) I'm so sorry!" He exclaimed as he kneeled to you. He looked at you with horror.

"Are you alright? Do you need help getting up? I swear I didn't mean to hurt you" he asked, panic evident in his voice. He hadn't realized how hard he was hitting with the adrenalin pumping in his blood.

"I know you didn't mean it…" you replied between labored breaths as you tried to stand.

Dimitri took notice of your pain and helped you up. "Do you want me to help you get back to camp?" He offered. But you shook your head and declined.

"I should be fine. Besides, you have to support your team" you told him. In honesty, you did need help but you didn't want to burden him, as helping you would also count him as retreating. You walked forward a bit before flagging Bernadetta to come over and support you.

"Oh goddess, he nearly killed you…" she stuttered as she let you lean on her for support.

"No, he didn't, I'm sure it'll just be a bruise" you tried to calm her as she took you to the infirmary tent.

Manuela inspected your injury for a while before giving you some medicine.

"You've got a bruised ribcage, I can't really do much except give you some pain relief and suggest you take it easy for the next month," she told you before handing you a glass of water.

"I can't believe how quickly the blue lions managed to advance. They barely gave you guys breathing space, that new professor really is something" she sighed.

You swallowed the bitter medicine she had offered and drank your water before noticing Edelgard in the corner of your eye.

"Did you get injured too?" You asked.

"No, I wanted to check up on you. I heard from Bernadetta that you were hurt" she replied with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Manuela told me I've got a bruised ribcage, I've just got to take it easy for a month" you replied trying to play it off as something minor.

"How did you manage to bruise your rib?" She asked as she grabbed a nearby ice pack and gently pressed it against your ribs.

"My lance ended up snapping in half while fighting Dimitri and his lance ended up hitting my ribs" you explained.

"(Y/n) You need to be more careful… I don't want anything happening to you" she said to you in an almost sorrowful tone, yet you still could feel her reservation.

"Edel, I'll be fine for now. But I promise you I'll be more careful, as long as you promise me the same.

A small smile formed on her lips yet her eyes showed that she was upset.

"I promise," she said as she held out her pinkie finger.

"I'll hold you to it" you replied before wrapping your finger around hers.

"And so will I," she told you.

"You should rest now, I don't want you getting hurt again," she told you before leaving.

So you lay staring at the top of the tent for what seemed like forever. A few more students entered suffering from far less than you had. From what you could hear amongst them the blue lions had a firm lead, now only Claude, Hilda, Petra, and Linhardt remained compared to the nearly unscathed blue lions.

Then you heard the sound of a horn. It was over. You wished you had just given up your position and avoided Dimitri, maybe that would have given your team more of a chance. Everyone was beginning to pack up. You sat up and surprisingly your ribs didn't hurt as much, now more of a dull pain thanks to the medicine.

"(Y/n) are you alright?" Dimitri asked as he entered the tent.

"I am, I just have to take it easy for a bit," you told him.

"I'm sorry" he kneeled beside you.

"It's fine, I know you didn't mean it. Obviously, my lance wasn't that well crafted" you told him.

"I still feel awful for it, tomorrow I'll get you a replacement," he said.

"No, you don't have to" you retorted.

"No it's the least I could do to apologize," he told you.

You stood up, trying to not express the pain you still felt.

"We should probably get going now, it'll be a long walk back to the monastery," you said as you gathered up the armor you had removed when you'd arrived.

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"Thank the goddess that was a mock battle" was something you'd hear for the rest of the day. Even during dinner, you hear more of it.

"The blue lions were leagues ahead of us, they barely gave us a chance" Caspar sighed. You could tell he wasn't too satisfied with his performance.

"(Y/n) you haven't had a bite of your food yet, are you alright?" Dorathea asked you. You hadn't even realized you had just been staring at your food blankly.

"No I'm alright, I've just been thinking about today" you replied.

"Yeah… today's results have left a bitter taste in my mouth" she replied.

You ate in silence. What the others kept saying was on your mind, what if it hadn't been a mock, what if it had been an actual war? It was terrifying to imagine. All these people sitting with you would have been dead. That blow Dimitri had dealt to you could have killed you if it hadn't been a training weapon but he wouldn't do that, he cared about you deeply.

Honestly thinking about it made a knot form in your stomach. You stood up and picked up your half-eaten plate of food.

"(Y/n) are you sure you're alright?" Dorathea asked you again.

"I'm fine," you told her before leaving the table and returning your plate to the front.

You walked out of the dining hall and were on your way back to your dorm when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"(Y/n) Is something wrong?" Dimitri's voice asked.

"Dimitri, why aren't you inside? You and your class should be celebrating" you asked him.

"I saw you leave your table after barely eating, I was worried about you" he explained.

"I'm fine, just tired," you told him. You tried to leave but he reached out and grabbed your wrist, his grip was firm, like his life depended on it.

"Tell me (Y/n), I know there's something on your mind," he said. You remained silent.

"Do you not trust me?" He asked.

"I do" you replied.

"Then tell me, I promise you it'll only be between us if you wish," he told you. You sighed before finally responding.

"I've been thinking about today… What if it hadn't been a mock battle, I know it sound stupid but the thought terrifies me" you explained.

"I think almost all of us have thought about it today, but just think what reason would we have to start a war?" He replied.

You thought long and hard on what he said. There really wasn't a reason as far as you could tell.

"The isn't" you replied.

"See, so there's no reason to worry" he told you.

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere fe3h #yandere fire emblem #yandere fire emblem three houses #Yandere Dimitri

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THE TALE OF FOOD

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK - STORY #2

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PAPA TANG : Those blonde haired, blue-eyed punks were really something. They paid for the meal and tipped before trashing the place.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : They...Were the other male lead's team. Maybe it was because I was a newcomer and distinctly Eastern, as I heard them talking about me occasionally while filming.

PAPA TANG : That must have been a hard gig.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : No...That was nothing. But I never imagined they'd wreck our restaurant. I'm so sorry, Papa Tang. Once I get my pay, I'll build you an even bigger and better restaurant!

PAPA TANG : Silly boy, what are you apologizing for? As long as you persevere in chasing your dreams, I can sleep easy.

PAPA TANG : I don't know lofty reasonings, but remember when I first opened a Chinese restaurant overseas? Many said my dishes used strange ingredients that locals could not like. But, eventually, I won them over and they became our most faithful customers.

PAPA TANG : Just because you're overseas doesn't mean your talent will be buried. Just like Dad's Chinese food, go give those blind dolts something to chew on!

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Alright, let's call it for today.

OPTION 1 : "Look expectantly at him." SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Alright, alright. You win. Sheesh. SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Frankly, I don't mind letting you know about my past, but you need to stop looking so sad for me! Every hero has to have a few minor setbacks before they make their name.

OPTION 2 : "Hold down his hand firmly." SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Hm? You want to try arm-wrestling with me? You know I'm going to win, right? SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Alright. The remote's in your hand. We can keep going, but you need to stop looking so sad for me! Every hero has to have a few minor setbacks before they make their name.

STUNTMAN A : You look really cool today, boss! Smile for the camera!

Sweet 'n Sour Pork is all kitted out and hooked up to the wires. He waves in the direction of the camcorder when he hears his friend's voice. His happy smile reflects his confidence and excitement at the upcoming day of work.

Outside of the frame, the stuntmen holding onto the camcorder are having an animated discussion.

STUNTMAN B : Skyscraper fights, jumping between buildings, and so many explosions to dodge...This sequence is going to be a showstopper, but it's dangerous.

STUNTMAN C : I bet he'll be fine!

STUNTMAN A : Yeah, the director really trusts him. That setup took big bucks and once it's blown up, it is gone. He's really gone all in.

STUNTMAN B : It's about to begin. Hope they get it in one take...

In the video, he pulls off the fight sequence on the skyscraper with style. The explosives the villain placed are about to explode and he must jump between buildings and outrun the explosions to reach the last closeup.

The 'skyscraper' is a set, of course. But for realism, it still is a few dozen feet tall. The actors soaring over them must be hooked up to wires until the running scene is filmed.

STUNTMAN A : What's going on!? The wires have detached early!

Sweet 'n Sour Pork seems to have noticed something's off and discreetly gropes for the equipment strapped to his waist off-camera.

In the footage, a hot-tempered stunt-man has gone to argue with the coordinator who responds in broken Mandarin that "after the wires come loose, the actor has to put them on after coming down."

"Boom!!!"

A loud blast is heard as the first explosive goes off as planned.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : But a real hero cannot be defeated by such pathetic tricks!

Sweet 'n Sour Pork glances at the explosion, and the manpower and money behind this film seem to play a big hand in urging him on. But apart from himself, he has nothing, not even a wire for safety to rely on.

He laughs and yells the lines from the movie before dashing forward without hesitation.

STUNTMAN C : Boss...

Sweet 'n Sour Pork traverses the skyscrapers with each graceful sinuous movement like a leopard. A rolling jump, a landing, leaping between buildings...Each movement is perfection.

Everyone is looking, with worry, scorn, and even jeering. But eventually, they all become transfixed by the heart-stopping performance, unable to look away.

Until he reaches the final part of the set, everyone's hearts are in their throats. A hundred-meter-long slope, actors have to slide and roll down from atop it, avoiding the explosives before breaking through the glass window to land on the ground. Even an actor with wires would find this dangerous but...

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Wait for me where the sun shines! I'll be there.

Yet Sweet 'n Sour Pork shows no hesitation. He appears to be delivering his lines, yet also comforting his fellow stuntmen. Watched by countless cameras, he completes what will be remembered as one of the most staggering leaps in film history.

STUNTMAN A : Boss!!

The overly long slope makes it hard for Sweet 'n Sour Pork to control the direction. After breaking the glass, he fails to evade the last explosive and instead, runs right through the thick smoke and roaring flames!

Everyone's hearts stop for a beat until that familiar silhouette emerges from the blaze, spotting his trademark grin.

The applause echoes off the set as everyone presses forward to give him a hero's welcome. Sweet 'n Sour Pork walks right toward his friends, patting each of them on their shoulders.

SWEET 'N SOUR PORK : Hey, hey, hey, you're not crying, are you? I told you I'd come back safely.

The actors follow Sweet 'n Sour Pork back to the rest area and it is only here that some fatigue finds its way onto his expression.

He puts a hand on the chair and sits down on it, but falls backwards.

STUNTMAN C : What's wrong!?

His fellow actors scramble to help Sweet 'n Sour Pork out of his equipment only to discover gashes and bruises where the equipment was.

#The Tale Of Food #ttof #ttof story #ttof script #Otome #食物语 #食物語 #食物语新马版 #the tale of food story #Sweet'N-Sour-Pork

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Please can we have a Mo Salah/Marco Asensio fic? Reader had a one night stand with Marco back in 2019 but only them two know and she’s now seeing Mo and the relationship is so pure but he sees the DMs Marco has sent since (she’s not interested anymore) and even though he trusts her, Mo gets jealous and takes his frustrations out on Marco in the LIV/RMA match. thank you

PRESENT TIME: : mohamed salah x female!reader

author's note: hello dear! I will do as you ask but I'm afraid I can't do the 'one-night stand' part with Marco and instead I'll change it to past relationship with each other. This is due to Mo's religion as a muslim. I'm sorry if this upset but I'll try my best to fulfill the other parts. This fiction is so out of the reality, like some I just add as to what I like it might not happened in rl too but anw thank u xx

contents warning: a fight almost broke off at the field

'Love you can hit the shower now, it's free!' Your husband said, going through his drawer to find clothes and some sort, you hum putting the phone back on the table and walk away-- But you stopped double checking to make sure that it was locked before you left to shower.

Salah stopped his movement the moment you lock the bathroom door and went through your phone, it was locked and the face is denied his so he calls for your three-year-old daughter, Habiba

'Can you come here for a moment darling?' She steps in and he put the phone right on her face and the phone unlocked 'Thank, now go back and watch your cartoon show..' He scrolls through your phone hoping he could find something, anything but to no avail he finds none.

Not until a notification popped on the screen and he saw @marcoasensio10 has sent you a message.

He clicks on it and it loads on an Instagram message, it was just one text from you but partially Marco.

He scroll further up until he can't, it started with;

@marcoasensio10: hey, it's me Marco. (16 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: can we talk?? Please.... (17 May 2019)

@marcoasensio10: I miss the time when we used to date (27 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: I heard you got married.. Congrats! (28 Sep 2020)

@marcoasensio10: How're you now? Good? Can I say that I still miss you?? (3 Oct 2020

And now there's finally one from you

@yourusername: I'm not interested Marco, I got a husband now, a married woman. You should stop messaging me like this. It's not appropriate. Please stop texting me or I'm blocking you (4 Oct 2020)

@marcoasensio10: Just checking up I guess? Well then see you (4 Oct 2020)

Time jumps to this year and he suddenly texting you again.

@marcoasensio10: I miss you y/n, dearly. Come back to me so we can fix our problem (Today at 08:34)

Salah was annoyed, not at you obviously, he trusted you with all his soul and heart and based on the text you haven't paid attention much to him either but he can't ignore the fact that he's jealous, jealous of the fact that somebody is loving his wife right now, his haven. He was frustrated with the fact that a guy of your past hadn't gotten past you.

When he heard the shower tap closing, he rapidly wears his clothes and locked the phone pretending like he wants to get out of the room by the time you got out 'Where are you heading to? You questioned, towel on top of your head as you dried it clean 'Just checking up on Habiba..' He mentioned sending a wink your way and left.

He was thinking of a plan, a plan to get revenge that won't seem to prominent in your eyes at the public's. He then remembered about his upcoming match against Real Madrid.

Today is the match, Mo had invited you over to see him play, you agreed seeing nothing's wrong with it and leave with your daughter, Habiba to the stadium.

You are now sitting on the v.i.p benchers, waiting for the game to start as fans continue cheering for both sides, you smile at Habiba as her hands got ahold of the rail, 'Are you excited baby?' She nods jumping up and down

'Papa!' She squealed pointing to the big screen, you look up seeing the camera are now focusing on him but it immediately switched to his other teammates, Habiba sulk pointing to the screen once again 'Papa!' She yelled, and you chuckle at her sulky demeanor 'There! There's papa Biba!' You exclaimed pointing down to the field and she screeched seeing her father.

The first half ended with Real Madrid leading 1-0, you had started to grew anxious buy it was the opposite for Habiba, she was happily playing with her tablet. You could see that Mo was down but it's not the only thing that caught you, it's including Marco waving over at you with a smile right in front of your husband.

You looked away from him looking down on Habiba and pretending like you catching up on her instead, Mo on the other hand could not take any longer. He push Marco hard he almost stumbles, Mo started going at him yelling words you could not make out, you was worried, so worried for your husband as players from both teams now started to separated the two apart.

It was then Mo got two yellow card with one red card for starting a fight, you was shocked picking up Habiba out of instinct and ran inside the locker room where players assemble.

You immediately spotted your husband running towards his direction and gave him a tight reassuring hug. 'It's okay.'

'It's not okay, he was picking on you. Don't say that it was okay.' He admitted, hands running through your head with a heavy sigh 'You knew?' He hums hugging you even tighter 'But I'm not mad at you, he was wrong for what he did. I'm okay now, I put him in his place.'

'What place?' A small voice cooed, you both look down seeing Habiba looking up to both of you with big doe eyed, you share a look between Mo and her before you let a small laugh 'Nothing babe!'

Mo continued watching the game with you inside the locker room and left shortly after the game ended, all said was 'I'm already excited to leave and spend time with you and Biba.'

author's note II: icl, I'm not happy with the result, it was shitty, is all I can speak up but at least I get to update 💀💀 but I think I did my best tbh, hope you can feel the same anon and readers <3 xx

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ilivelikeimtrying · 2 years

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Hi! Sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you were still planning to write the second half of our story. If you want me to do it, that’s totally fine! I just wanted to know. Thanks!

I had a whole format for it planned, and even some dialogue prepared, but then Uni got in the way and I didn't get to actually write it.

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Basically in this one in the first half I wanted to focus on Leo and how he's coping (which isn't good). He'd be pushing himself with training and learning anything and everything he'd need to know to protect his family from whatever upcoming disaster that would happen next.

But he pushed too hard.

Raph had been avoiding him all day, not coming anywhere near a room he was previously occupying. And it hurts, (I wanted to go a bit more into that but didn't have enough braincells for it)

Mikey finds him and tries to talk to him, hoping to see at least a glimpse of the old Leo again. Hoping he'll crack a joke, or tell a really bad pun, or give a lame one liner, or something.

But all he gets is a soft tired look, filled with a determination he hadn't noticed till now (that sort of scares him), and Leo telling him that he's fine, and "You should be getting some rest Mike, you could end up getting hurt if you pass out mid patrol", and what a hypocrite he is!

Mikey doesn't want to fight though, because Leo's right, he is tired.

Tired, and scared. Scared that Leo's going to keep standing, until he can't anymore.

And than what?

"Leo please... ," Mikey begs in a quiet voice, teary eyed and heartbroken at watching his brother break himself, "please just, talk to us, we're here for you, been here for you... We know you're hurting, we know you're scared, and it's okay! So are we, but you don't have to be scared alone... and if you don't wanna talk to them then talk to me. To Mikey, Dr. Feelings...

Please."

And Leo would look at him, shaken by to crack in his brothers' usually bright and happy demeanor, facade, and feels his chest tighten at the wobble and cracks in his voice, ashamed and guilty that he made his baby brother feel this.

Feel as bad as he's been feeling.

So he turns to Mikey, apology and acceptance on his tongue, until he freezes at the sight of Mikey's unbandaged arms. The scars... The cracks...

He did that, Leo did that, he did that by being selfish, by being arrogant, by not listening, by not being better, better for them, better for him, and-

'This isn't about you!'

He would stop, and look at his brother, his baby brother.

His tired, hurt, scared baby brother, and remember why he had been training in the first place.

"This isn't about me Mikey... I need to be able to protect you, all of you, and that's exactly what I'm going to do."

Mikey sighs, and turns to walk away before stopping and turning to look at his brother one last time and saying, "He doesn't want you to prove yourself, ya know. He already knows he can trust you with us. He just needs to know if he can trust you with yourself."

It's silent for a moment.

".... Goodnight, Miguel." Leo doesn't even look as Mikey heaves one last sigh of defeat and leaves him alone.

Leo feels anger bubbling up after a while. Not at Mikey, never at Mikey for something like this.

He's mad at Raph, for still babying him, for not trusting him after everything they went through, for not believing in him as much as he believed in the others. He's mad at Kraang, furious at them for taking everything he loves breaking it, for taking his brothers and hurting them, for almost killing his whole family, for taking who he used to be and turning him into this. But most importantly.

He's mad at himself.

For letting this happen, for not being good enough, for making Raph hate skeptical of him as a leader and his skills to be able to protect them.

Mikey's wrong (no he's not), Raph doesn't trust him with them. He doesn't trust him at all.

And the worst part is, he can't blame him. After everything that happened, he wouldn't trust himself either.

He gasps painfully through his damaged lungs after another set. Looking down at his swords in thought.

.... He was going to show him.

He was going to show Raph.

That he wasn't a screw up, that he could be trusted, that he's learned his lesson.

This wasn't about him.

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For the second half it would be Raph.

Him just sitting and reflecting on what happened, staring off into space as he remembered the pain in his shell and his shoulder, the fear in his family's eyes at him after his transformation, the sorrow and guilt in his little brother's eyes when he was choking him in the air....

The complete and utter gut wrenching despair that wracked his whole body at thinking that he had lost one of his little brothers forever at the hands of a monster.

'We almost did lose', and all because he wasn't strong enough.

Leo had been avoiding him all day, never once leaving the space he was in if Raph was near, making his line clear to Raph, who completely understands. But it still hurts. (Same with Leo, I wanted to go deeper into this but ran out of braincells before I could come back to it). Hurt that his own brother hates doesn't want to be around him.

But he can't blame him. After everything, he wouldn't want to be around himself either.

He would be sitting at the table in the kitchen, or in his room maybe, and just thinking.

He had been banned by their father from the training area for two weeks after breaking yet another punching bag, and without letting some steam off there he doesn't know what to do.

He feels like a time bomb, ready to explode at any second. Whether out of fear, sadness, or anger he didn't know, but he would rather not find out.

I wanted Donnie to find him this time, just staring at a wall and wondering how he was conned into doing this. He sighs and walks in.

I didn't quite have an idea on how the convo would go, but Donnie would start it by mentioning that Leo and Mikey went on patrol, and before Raph could freak out, he said that April (who had some time off today) and Casey were with them, and promised to keep an eye on Leo.

He also mentions that Splinter and Draxum are also out, checking on both the city above and the one hidden below (to see where they can help and to get more info about what really happened with the other Kraang).

They'd have a talk, Donnie doing his best with this heart to heart thing by doing what he does best.

Stating facts.

"No Raph, Leo doesn't hate you, the opposite actually. Yes Raph I'm sure, he just wants to do his best for us, just like you do. No, I don't think it's healthy he's pushing himself so hard, his body could obtain Rhabdomyolysis if he continues the way he does, but I'll handle that.

No Raph," he says without the other turtle even saying anything, "it was not your fault."

Raph freezes, he doesn't know how to respond, until he breaks down and lets a bit of what he's been feeling break through and Donnie thinks that he has the dumbest most oblivious brothers in the world because maybe you two should just talk it out holy shit no no one hear hates anyone unless they start with K and end in G.

They'd have a heart to heart where Raph also mentions that he sees that Donnie hasn't been doing too well either, and then it's just a nice fluffy moment between older and middle brother.

.... And then they get a call from April calling for back up.

Someone was hurt bad, and Raph already dreaded the answer on who that could be.

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That was the basic idea of it, but I couldn't finish it because of Uni.

Sorry, this is all I had, or at least the basic idea of it.

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mikeys-bike-slut · 2 years

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Here it is. Trust me I hate myself too *sigh* IM SORRY. But regardless of me being an absolute cunt with his chapter I hope you'll still enjoy it and feel engaging with t <3 Thank you so much for reading <3

The upcoming few chapters will be rather heart-breaking and emotional, just a warning.

Previous chapter

Warnings: angst, violence, blood, character's death

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31st October

We all lined up outside the gate, all the higher up wearing our sashes. Our face reflected nothing but determination, no matter how we felt towards each other, the only thing that mattered is to come out victorious.

"Be safe" Draken says as he glances down at me.

"Ain't I always?" I offer him a grin then crack my knuckles. "Toman won't fall, not here, not today"

Slowly the heavy metal gates opened and walked into the scrap yard along with all of Valhalla. Hanma just grinned as he looked at me making Draken clench his fist ready to murder this guy.

"Alright, you can either fight with your 5 best men...woman?" he suddenly questioned confused as he spotted me.

"Got a problem?" I barked at him and he just shook his head quickly.

"So ummm 5 best from each team... or just go kill each other I guess" he said with a shrug hwne he realized no one is listening to him.

"You ready?" Mikey raised his voice and all of Toman replied in unison. "Let's go!" he barked.

We were ready to jump when he walked in front of the Valhalla men. Glassy dead eyes, a psychotic grin, he was long gone, he was nothing more than a shell and a dark shadow of the guy he once used to be.

"Kazutora..." I clenched my fist and my body tensed up I was ready to kill him right on the spot.

"Ohhh lookie here, you're here too! Perfect time! Meanwhile you all came here to fight, we... came here to kill" he said with a laugh as he paraded around. "Catch me if you can, Mikey" he grinned at the blonde commander and bounced off.

"Kill them all" Mikey said in a dark tone before rushing after Kazutora.

"Mikey!" I yelled after him but it was too late already, before any of us would've had a chance to go after Mikey the brawl started.

I had no other choice but to focus on the fight. In the beginning it was pretty easy, we were swatting them like flies. Smiley was having the time of his life while everyone else had a big grin on their faces but as they just kept coming we started to take more and more punches and our stamina and energy started to run out.

"Is there ever a a fucking end to them?" I yelled annoyed as I punched another guy coming at me sending him to the floor.

"I don't know but I'm running out of energy and will..." Mitsuya admitted as he fell against my back for support.

"Don't you fucking give up on me Mitsu" I growled as I supported him with my back.

We were both panting and looked around and the sight was not promising, our men were tired, beaten, bruised, their once high spirit was crushed into the ground by the sea of Valhalla men, even Draken was covered in blood and seemed tired.

"I can't... We can't win this! Let's just give up!" one of our men yelled and we all stopped for a second.

"What..." my eyes widened and I clenched my fist as I left Mitsuya and walked up to the guy and yanked him on his feet. "You have some nerve. Your brothers fighting with every last drop of their strength to protect and claim victory for the family they created and here you are like a pathetic piece of shit giving up after a few punches" I hiss at him then look around at our gang. "Is that what we are? Pieces of shit who just gonna give up when things don't go our way?" I yelled at them. "We're men of Toman, we rather die than give up, we live and die for Toman, One for all and all for one now are there any other motherfucker who wants to give up and abandon Mikey?!" I yelled again with my chest heaving up and down, I was riled up. The thought of giving up on Mikey just gave me a whole new boost. The new wave of energy washed over me and as I looked over the fallen members of Toman got on their feet and yelled with a war cry and ran against Valhalla once again.

"Just, whatever would we do without you, Princess, huh?" Draken shouted at me then grinned as he got his spirit back and started knocking guys out left and right again.

"Lucky for y'all I have more balls than any of you" I laughed and carried on fighting.

The fight was starting to look up when I suddenly heard someone yelling Mikey's name. Took a minute to find the person then followed their gaze and my eyes widened and I froze in my place. Mikey was restrained by two Valhalla men while Kazutora approached him with a metal rod in his hand.

"MIKEY!" I screamed as Kazutora bashed Mikey's head with the rod and even from this distance I seen the blood flying. "Kazutora you're dead!" I yelled as I took off running towards the mountain of scrap cars as I watch Mikey go limp, when suddenly someone stepped in front of me. The first thing I noticed was the kanji of 'Sin' and 'Punishment' tattooed on his hands... Hanma.

"Well look at that we meet again, babe" he grinned at me then cracked his neck. "You're not gonna get to your precious Mikey, it's his turn to die. I thought it was obvious" he laughed as he looked at me.

"What the hell are you talking about?" I asked annoyed as I went to punch him but he dodged it with ease. I need to calm down, I'm getting sloppy.

"This whole thing, this whole fight. Do you really think we give a shit about Toman? No, it was just a very ease way to lure Mikey out and have his guard down so we can finally take him down" he smirked. "And now thanks to his cocky, arrogant attitude, not enough we will have his head on a silver platter, but we gonna have a new feisty pretty whore" he grinned as he licked his lips.

My whole body started to shake, as much as I was annoyed with Mikey, he still was our leader, our friend, our brother, he always believed in us and gave us purpose so I'll be damned if I let a worm kill him. I wouldn't be here without Mikey and if I have to I'll die while fighting for him. A whole new wave of strength rushed through me as I let my anger take over me and I just charged at Hanma at a speed that was almost inhuman, which he was unable to dodge and I just kept attacking him. Seeing nothing but red I was blinded by anger and didn't care if I kill him.

"MAYA!" Draken's voice woke me up from the murderous haze I was in. "He's already out, you're going to kill him!" he yelled at me. As I looked down I saw Hanma's bloodied, deformed face unconscious under my body as I was sitting on top of him. "Get to Mikey!"

Right, Mikey. That sentence woke me up and I just rushed through the sea of men punching anyone who got in my way and I started climbing the mountain when a voice stopped me, as I turned around I saw Baji in the Valhalla uniform.

"Don't, he got this" Baji said in a calm voice as he grabbed my wrist then motioned his head towards Mikey and Kazutora.

Mikey somehow got back on his feet and landed one of his famous kicks knocking Kazutora's lights out. I couldn't help but let out a relieved laugh then I turned back to look at Baji but my eyes widened as I noticed his white jacket slowly turning red. Behind him stood a very angry looking Toman man with a bloody knife in his hands.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" I yelled at him then charged at him and kicked him across the ground then rushed to Baji.

"Just a scratch" he grinned at me then looked up and growled as he noticed Kisaki standing by Mikey who lost consciousness again at this point. "I'm going to kill him"

"Let me help-" but he cut me off.

"No, Toman doesn't turn against Toman. Trust me" he gave me a grin then grabbed his hair tie and tied his hair up in a pony tail. "See you at the victory line" he winked at me then rushed up. He bounced from car to car fighting every guy off with ease. I couldn't do anything just watch.

Since I knocked Hanma out cold the majority of the Valhalla guys have retreated only a few dozen remained who were loyal to Kazutora. Baji quickly reached Kisaki and he was about to attack him when he suddenly coughed up a dangerous amount of blood and fell to his knees. "Baji!" I yelled panicked and I started climbing the cars but suddenly was stopped by Kisaki himself as he just walked off.

"Are you really going to betray Toman and help a Valhalla?" he asked in a serious tone and I wanted to punch him. He knew I was too loyal to Toman, even if I knew the truth Baji techincally was Valhalla, and Kisaki knew this very well. "Now be a good girl and don't disappoint Mikey" he smirked then walked off.

I clenched my fist and debated for a second but then I realized fuck betrayals, I didn't care about the consquences, I was just about to climb up to Baji when suddenly Kazutora appeared, who's unfortunately wasn't knocked out too well.

"You traitor. I have to kill you too apparently" he laughed then just stabbed Baji and pushed him off of the car.

"BAJI!" I screamed then I rushed over to him and just was able to break his fall with my body. "Baji, come on! Stay awake!" I yelled at him as my eyes started to tear up. "CHIFUYU, CALL AN AMBULANCE!" I yelled at his vice captain, hoping he was nearby and fortunately he was, he immediately fumbled with his phone and called an ambulance.

Suddenly I noticed a body flying above my head, once it landed in the dirt with a loud groan I realized it was Kazutora. I looked up and saw Mikey standing there with a dark, cold, empty look in his eyes as blood was pouring down his face. He slowly made his way down to Kazutora who was just staring and Baji and me and started muttering to himself as his eyes went blank again.

Mikey was about to punch Kazutora when Baji spoke up in my arms.

"Stop, you idiot" he said in a strained voice. "Help me up, princess" he looked up at me and I put his arm around my shoulder then carefully helped him stand.

"I don't want to hear a word you have to say Keisuke" Mikey said coldly.

"Yet you still wanna kill.. Tora for killing me..." Baji let out a strained chuckle.

"Shut up Baji, you're not gonna fucking die" I said annoyed as held him closer.

"I'm not gonna let you blame Tora for my death too..." he shook his head then before I could react he stabbed himself in the stomach with a knife, what I don't even know where he got from.

"BAJI!" I yelled as I collapsed with him. "The fuck are you doing, you idiot??" I cried as I was unable to stop my tears at this point.

"I don't want Mikey to kill his friend... Not for me." he shook his head. "I'm sorry to break our promise, bitch.." he chuckled then coughed up blood. "Where's Chifuyu?"

The short blonde man rushed up to us and kneeled beside us. "Yes, captain?"

"Thank you for always having my back... You're a great friend. I'm proud of you... don't lose yourself" Baji smiled at him then he looked at Mikey. "Don't lose your heart Mikey... don't let revenge eat you up" he said in a serious tone and Mikey just nodded slowly. "And you... take care of these fucking idiots... look after Toman, and Chifuyu...and especially Mikey, he needs his heart" he said in a strained but soft tone. "I have to break my promise, don't kick my ass, but how about we watch the sunset? One last time..." his voice trailed off as he slowly closed his eyes and I felt his body going limp.

I just broke down sobbing as I held Baji close to me and just sobbed into his chest. "I promise we'll watch the sunset..." I sobbed and the whole world just stopped. I didn't notice how we actually won the fight at this point, how everything ceased around us. Everything just... stopped. I was screaming into the nothing desperately clinging onto Baji, like it would magically bring him back.

"MIKEY!" Draken's frantic yelling echoed through the scrap yard waking me up from my shock.

It took my eyes a moment to adjust after being blinded by tears and as it became clearer and clearer I saw Mikey on top of Kazutora just punching him over and over again, with a dead, dark look in his eyes that I never seen.

He's gonna kill him...

"Mikey!" I yelled but it was like he wasn't even there. I gently handed Baji over to Chifuyu then I stood up with shaking legs. "Mikey... please..." I whispered as tears started to roll from my eyes.

"Angel, what are you doing?" Draken asked worried as I made my way towards Mikey and Kazutora.

"I'm gonna stop him if non of you have the balls for it!" I yelled at him then I rushed up to Mikey who was still smashing Tora's face and gathering all my remaining strength I punched him as hard as I can before collapsing over Kazutora.

"Holy shit..." I heard Mitsuya's shocked voice as I see him walked up to Mikey who just laid on the ground.

"Fuck... did I kill...him?" I asked in a tired and annoyed voice.

"Nope, but you knocked his lights out" Mitsuya chuckled.

"Good..." I sighed then I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. As I looked down with hazy eyes I saw Kazutora's switch blade sticking out of my side. "You fucker... I'm not gonna give you the satisfaction to have Mikey kill you..." I hissed at him coldly and his grin slowly disappeared and it went blank. "You killed Shin and now you killed Baji... Think about that" I say coldly as I struggle a bit then stand up holding my side. Thankfully Draken and the others were busy scraping Mikey off the ground to realize what happened.

I slowly walk back to Chifuyu and fall onto my knees beside him and Baji. "Go, Chifuyu" I say as I once again take Baji in my arms and hold him close to me hoping it's just a bad dream and I'll wake up soon.

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not-close-to-straight · 1 year

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Thank you so much for sharing about your upcoming stories! (After I send it I wasn't sure if that was a polite thing to do.)

I am excited for all of the stories you mentioned!

Soft Omega Steddie sounds like a dream! I've not read a lot of Omega/Omega fics and I'm so curious how that dynamic will play out.

The Flayed!Billy Soulmate AU story sounds heartbreaking but will probably also be amazing so I'm putting my readers heart (faith/hope) into your capable hands.

UD!Billy also sounds wonderful! I've seen some artwork here on Tumblr with that whole theme and it's always breathtaking.

OH! I am so excited for next year 🎉🎉🎉

And it's pretty damn amazing that you are able to write everyday. I wish my brain worked like that but I tend to switch hobbies and right now writing is more on the forefront of my mind. But even then I only write when I 'feel like it'.

I always think commission writing must be so hard to do because it usually does have deadlines and it's an idea from someone else and what if you don't write the idea good enough. (Though my latest fic is from the idea of one of my readers but the idea was very broad and I could add all my little details that I wanted).

And of course you get money for those stories and that adds a whole other level of 'will people like this'. No, I don't think I could ever do that and I find it awesome that you can. 👍

Have a good start to your week!

Ps. in my mind your actual job is being a writer, which probably isn't true but I like the idea. 😂

I am SO excited for Omega!Steddie. I really love the intensity that an Alpha/Omega dynamic brings but there is something very very good about Omegas together and you see it a lot in the background of most of my fics, specifically with like, Omega!Ironhawk or in Spideypool it’s Peter and usually MJ— it really brings an extra layer of affection and understanding in a verse that is highly sexual and usually angsty and I adore it.

The Omega!Steddie fic is going to have some amazingly beautiful scenes PLUS I have this new idea for the format/framing of the fic that I’ve never done before and I’m going to contrast it against the Alpha!BillySteve fic “Savage” so it will sort of feel like reading parallel fics. Like a real study in just who Steve H would be and how he would love depending on his gender. Super excited.

The Flayed!Billy fic is… whew. It’s gonna be a big one. I know some people don’t like soulmate tropes but I LOVE them and I love the idea of soulmates having to work and claw and fight their way into loving each other because that makes it so so good. I mean, I love the “we made eye contact and now I’m yours” trope too, it does wonders for my poor bitter heart but soulmate stories where they know they are meant to be together but there is just Too Much in the way at first… all good things.

Re: Writing Commissions: I used to not write them for exactly that ^^ reasons— I was so stressed out about whether or not I’d write the story well enough to justify the readers time and money, like I didn’t even take prompts other than my Sundays with Spideypool because I was terrified of getting one of those “this isn’t what I wanted” messages.

Thankfully I have a really amazing following of readers who know and trust my writing enough to give me the freedom to just sort of GO. They give me an idea and usually just want to be informed of major plot points, honestly most of my readers want to be surprised by the end product and I love that so much. I do get some commissions that are very detailed right down to “they should say this in the marriage proposal” but other times I’ve gotten m commissions that are literally “I want Spideypool and make it bitey, plot doesn’t matter.” Andnsince I generally have no idea what a word count is, my readers know if they give me some leeway within the basic parameters of the fic, they’ll almost always get something way bigger than what they paid for.

I’ve been lucky enough to only have a few times where I ran into someone that was so overly picky about what they wanted that I ended up doing four or five rewrites and/or continuously wanted more story than they were willing to pay for (ie: wanted a 5k word price but refused to budge on any ideas even though I told them repeatedly it was too much story for that price point) so I just don’t work with them anymore.

Generally though, my commission experience has been amazing AND since I email my commissioners literally constantly (LITERALLY constantly, most of my 50k + fics involve hundreds of emails worth of communication) I’ve had the chance to meet and become friends with some honestly lovely people. My commissions and KoFi page all go directly towards my stack of medical bills and I’m always so so grateful for every single one.

Listen I WISH my job was actually being a writer but uhhhhh life is too expensive for that so until I find a sugar mama ready to spoil me and let me write all day long, I’ve also gotta do the 9-5 thing 😂

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Taichouu-chouu!! Keep the hype train coming! What are you looking forward to the most for the upcoming season of bleach? And what are your favourite relationships in the show?

To keep most spoilers aside, I'm really looking forward to what NEW things Kubo is bringing to the table. I'm genuinely so curious it's driving me up a wall, I'm hoping for a few things (i.e more vizard time!!, showcasing the new relationships between the new captains and their lieutenants, maybe some more lighthearted scenes or extensions of fights?) ..

I'm already in so much awe of the use of color, the drama of the movements and the expressions of the characters.. they all have such a glow that makes them alive! As an artist it satisfies me so much. I'll be happy with whatever they give me, since I've waited so long for this.

As for relationships, I think my most cherished is Renji and Ichigo's. The two of them remind me a lot of me and my best friend .. I think they have one of the most dynamic relationships of the manga, and every time I see them together I can't help but smile. They have a deep love and trust for each other and have bonded so strong over their mutual love for Rukia too!

-> Some of my other faves that mean a lot to me; Jushiro and Kyoraku, Kensei and Mashiro, Rukia and Kaien, Hisagi and Kira and of course Sado and Ichigo .. the bonds that these characters have with each other are so heartwarming and its what keeps me so attached to Bleach.

Youre right Kaien My friends ARE my heart

#tai talks #anonymous #this made me smile <:}#had to keep it a little short because im at work but i hope this satisfied you my friend #bleach thoughts #im actually getting a kai/en tattoo soon..#also. cant wait for UKI/TAKEEEEES SCENES 😭 Its gonna be .. So fun!

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runnning-outof-time · 2 years

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Gifts | Shelby Brothers & Sister!Reader

Request: yes by @alanis-altair

Pairing: Shelby Brothers & sister!reader

Summary: Although she's technically one of the siblings, (Y/N) Shelby acts more like the mother of her family. So it's understandable that she wanted everything to be perfect for the upcoming holiday.

Warnings: smoking, drug use, language

Word Count: 2240

A/N: there’s nothing wrong with a Christmas themed imagine in *checks calander* February, right? Hope you enjoy! :)

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"Oi, (Y/N)! Check these books. There's a fucking problem in here somewhere."

"Watch your mouth, John Shelby. How many times do I have to tell you that you shouldn't be cursing in front of children," she didn't even bother looking at him, instead focusing on finishing combing his daughter, Katie’s, hair.

"Sorry, (Y/N)," John abashed, guilt in his voice.

"Whoever ends up with you is hitting the jackpot as far as mothers go, (Y/N)," Polly commented from across the table, a grin on her lips as she smoked her cigarette.

"Won't ever have time for a family of my own with this lot I'm stuck with," (Y/N) replied, laughing to herself slightly. She gets comments like this all the time. About how she's great with kids, great with handling tough things, and is practically the mother of the Shelby family. She was the second oldest sibling, but people often thought that she was the oldest. She held herself in a more mature way than Arthur, and this common misconception was something that she teased her brother with daily to get a rise out of him. "There ya go, Katie. You're all finished," (Y/N) grinned as she tapped the child’s shoulders, letting her know that she could stand.

"Thanks, (Y/N)!" she chirped, already running to the door of the house.

"Please be careful!" she called after the girl, her words most likely falling on deaf ears. She just sighed and shook her head. Her hair wasn't going to stay that proper for long.

Almost as soon as the door shut, it opened again. This time Tommy was stepping through the threshold, removing the peaked cap from his head as he did so. "I need you to come with me, (Y/N)," he announced, not even bothering with hellos.

"Where to?" she asked him for more detail.

"Charlie's yard. He's about to blow his lid over a horse I'm trying to stable there. Can't get through to him, so I figured you might want to try," he responded.

"Uh uh, (Y/N)'s supposed to help me with these books first," John interjected before (Y/N) was able to give her response.

She looked between her two brothers before she made up her mind. "The books will be here when I get back, John boy. You know that you can't ever tell with Charlie when he gets in his moods," she stated, standing from her chair as the younger of the three let out a sigh before sulking back into the betting shop.

"He'll get over it," Polly commented, waving him off before (Y/N) nodded, following behind Tommy as they both exited the house.

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"I fucking told you, Tom, having that woman take that horse is no good!" Charlie exclaimed before he even knew who was approaching. Well, he knew Tommy was coming because he'd heard the younger man clear his throat. He didn't know that (Y/N) was accompanying him though.

Tommy sighed and shook his head, throwing his cigarette to the ground as he quickened his pace, moving ahead of (Y/N). Her guess was that he was going to get his last words in before (Y/N) settled everything. "She's got a whole fucking team whose done this before Charlie. And she's offering," he went right up to the older man, clearly looking for an argument.

"So now you don't have trust in Curly anymore?" (Y/N) didn't see him, but she knew that Charlie's eyebrows were raised, "and she's offering so she could get you alone. It was obvious that she wanted to fuck you, Tommy," the older man pointed out.

"I just want her to train the fucking horse!" Tommy's voice was raised now, and (Y/N) knew she needed to quicken her step before they started fighting physically. It wouldn't be the first time that she'd have to pull Tommy Shelby and Charlie Strong off of each other. She didn't feel like doing that today.

"That's bullshit, Tom, and you know it."

"Having a disagreement here, are we boys?" (Y/N) finally entered the stable area where Tommy and Charlie were, seeing that the two of them were now engaged in an intense staring contest.

"(Y/N). It's nice to see someone who’s actually got a head on their shoulders," Charlie commented, a smile on his face as his gaze focused on the Shelby sister. Tommy scoffed and shook his head, clenching his jaw as he stopped himself from speaking. He knew that at this point, anything he said would most likely make things worse.

"It's nice to see you too, uncle Charlie," (Y/N) smiled back at him before she got back to the problem at hand, "now what seems to be the problem here?"

"Tommy's having the horse sent to May Carleton's. He wants her to train it for the derby," Charlie started off, "but if he sends her that horse, she's gonna mess with it in ways you won't believe."

"And I heard that you think he's got...other reasons for sending her the horse?" (Y/N) tilted her head slightly as she asked the question.

"Yeah, well of course he does. You should have felt the tension between the two of them, (Y/N). It was fucking obvious what they wanted to do to each other."

"Well, Charlie, I'll have you know that it was me who gave the go-ahead to have May train the horse. I think that her talents could prove useful to helping us at Epsom," she informed the older man, who now had a look of shock on his face. He seemed to be eating his previous words, embarrassment seeping into his features. So (Y/N) took it a step further, "do you think that I have other reasons for asking Ms. Carleton for help?" she questioned him then.

"I, uh...I suppose not, (Y/N), no," Charlie shook his head, all of the confidence he had in winning this argument gone now.

"Good. So I'm guessing that you'll see to it that that horse is loaded into the truck without a second thought when it arrives." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, I will," he nodded his head.

(Y/N) smiled, "great. Thanks uncle Charlie," there was cheer in her voice now as she stepped over to hug the other man.

"You know, there's a reason why you're the head of this whole organization, (Y/N)..." Charlie trailed off once they pulled away from each other, "you're all business, no emotion." (Y/N) couldn't help but steal a glance over at Tommy, whose jaw was still clenched.

"Business is always the first thing in mind," (Y/N) nodded, accepting the compliment without divulging that Tommy was the one who made all of the moves...she was just the one who was there to keep emotions and tensions in check. Men never cared about that side of things. "I'll be seeing you around," she smiled, leaving the yard then.

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There was an unmistakably loud sniffing noise coming from the main room as (Y/N) entered the house. She stepped through the front room to see Arthur wiping off the table and pinching the bridge of his nose together. (Y/N) sighed. It was obvious what he was doing.

"Using snow again, Arthur?" her comment broke the silence, making his head snap up so that he was looking at her.

"I...I...it's the only thing that keeps me sane, (Y/N). You know that," he sounded guilty. What she couldn't discern was if he was guilty for doing it or just guilty for being caught.

"Yeah, I do know that...but you can't be relying on it so heavily," she told him as she took a seat across from him at the table. "it's going to permanently mess with your mind."

"Thought that you'd want to see me calm when we head out on jobs," he mumbled then, his eyes leaving hers as he spoke.

"I do want you calm. I just don't think you need to be using it in the middle of the day on a fucking Tuesday, Arthur," she stressed her words, "you're gonna be dead in the head if you keep down that path."

"Aren't I already dead in the head?" he questioned, his words bleak.

"Then you'll be even more so," she sighed, knowing that this was going to be a dead end conversation. So she stood up from the chair in order to move towards the door. "Just stay off the snow, Arthur. Before Tommy finds out. You know that he won't have a gentle approach to handling it," she tried to reason with him. Arthur nodded in agreement.

"Why are you heading out already? You've only just gotten in," his voice stopped her from turning the handle on the door.

"I have some errands to run!" she called back to him, opening the door to leave the house then.

She headed off to the shops with the intent of finding something for each of her family members. You wouldn't know it, but Christmas was only four days away. The other Shelbys just wanted to continue on working like there wasn't a holiday on the horizon, but (Y/N) wouldn't have that. She wanted to make sure that there was some cheer. She knew that they deserved it with all of the work they'd been putting in recently.

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It was late when (Y/N) returned home. Her arms were full of things, and she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief when she set them on the table. The house was quiet. She guessed that everyone was either in bed or out. Sitting at the table, she grabbed the folded pieces of brown paper that she intended to use to wrap the gifts, making sure she had the adhesive tape that she’d also be using. Most people in Small Heath didn’t wrap their presents (they didn’t have the money to), but (Y/N) decided to splurge. The Shelby Company Ltd. was doing good this year... so she went the extra mile to get wrapping paper, even if it was only brown.

She got to work with wrapping each of the presents she bought, fighting off multiple yawns as she meticulously packaged them up, wanting them to look perfect. She only got about halfway through before her eyes started to feel heavy. Maybe a fifteen minute nap will help me finish this up, she thought. And with that, she rested her head on the table next to a half-wrapped toy she’d gotten for one of John’s kids.

Arthur, Polly, and Tommy were returning from the Garrison after a night of drinking and planning out what was next for the company. Business never ended for the Shelbys. They opened the door to their shared home on Watery Lane and just about laughed at the sight that was in front of them.

“My goodness, she’s overworked herself again,” Polly sighed, moving over to the sleeping woman so that she could shake her shoulder, “(Y/N)...(Y/N) wake up,” she said next to her ear, making the younger woman stir.

Her eyes blinked open as she looked around the room, her vision clearing to see her brothers and aunt standing in front of her. Then she looked down at the table, at the gifts splayed across it. Her eyes widened, “you aren’t supposed to see these!” she exclaimed, scrambling to cover the gifts that were out in the open with the ones that had been already wrapped.

“Calm down, (Y/N),” Tommy stated, letting out an amused chuckle as he watched her continue the frantic movements.

“These are for Christmas, Tommy! They’re supposed to be a surprise!” she shrieked, glaring up at her brother then who only sent a smirk in response.

“You and your bloody desire to buy people things...we said that you didn’t need to buy anything, (Y/N),” Arthur commented, making her actions stop as she looked over at her only older sibling.

“What do you mean?” she cocked an eyebrow. She didn’t remember them explicitly telling her not to buy things. She knew she wouldn’t have listened to them anyway, but still.

“What you do for this family and the company is way more than enough, (Y/N),” Tommy stated, a look in his eyes that she couldn’t discern. He was always the hardest to read.

“I still like buying people things, Tommy,” she stated matter-of-factly, though she couldn’t deny that she had been touched by his words.

Tommy went to open his mouth but Polly cut him off, “there’s no use in arguing with a woman who’s made up her mind,” she stated, looking between the two siblings. Tommy only pursed his lips and nodded his head.

“You guys better be surprised when you open these on Christmas,” (Y/N) said then as she sat back at the table, starting again on her wrapping efforts.

“We’ll leave you to it,” Arthur commented, the brothers dispersing then. Polly only chuckled as she sat on the couch in front of the fireplace.

(Y/N) managed to finish with her wrapping shortly after, a proud smile on her face. Every person had a gift. Hers was making sure that this family stayed together and held love for each other, regardless of the predicaments they got themselves into.

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Tagged: @alreadybroken-ts @magicalxdaydream @the-anxious-youth

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#peaky blinders #tommy shelby x reader #arthur shelby x reader #john shelby x reader #peaky blinders fanfiction #peaky blinders fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #shelby brothers x reader

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thepeakyfckingblinders · 3 years

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White Lies - part II || Thomas Shelby x reader

⤠ MASTERLIST⤟

↬ Part One ↫

Summary: White lies can lead to tragic outcomes.

Warnings: swearing, angst, a tiny hint of violence, May Carleton insert, slight smut

Author’s notes:

Behind each one of these works there are sleepless nights and something really close to multiple mental breakdowns, so, please, take a minute to send me a message about it, I need actual feedbacks to understand how to improve my skills and grow ♡

I’m sorry babes, for everything. Love you ♡

Also this is getting me on my knees, I've been through a terrible writer's block (I'm still dealing with it tbh) so I know this second part won't be as good as the first one, can't put into words how frustrating it is for me, wish I could do better, but apparently I just can't now. Hope you'll like it anyway.

If you want to be added to my tag list, please, directly message me

I’m Italian, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for every possible mistake I made. Also, please, help me improve my writing by telling me if there’s something wrong

ENJOY!

Your hands kept trembilng with nerves while you tried to stuff as many things as possible in the beige luggage Thomas had bought in Lambeth earlier that month, in view of his upcoming business trip to Brighton; or at least that was what he had fed you: new opportunities coming from international sea trades, something they couldn’t have missed, he said.

Well, if that was true, he wouldn’t have had much trouble in buying a new one.

All at once, a painful knot of mixed emotions dug into your venter, leading your teeth to pitylessly drown in your lower lip, in a desperate attempt to hold back tears; curled locks falling before your eyes with every abrupt movement you made in order to leave that house without coming across your fianceé. Yet, unfortunately, there was no way to avoid the compulsive thoughts haunting you. Ruthless flashes about your recent encounter at the Garrison flooded your sore mind, bringing along a wave of vivid images freshly framed by your brains, splitting your breath in a thousand little shards and corroding your trust with each passing second.

You could see him, holding her the way he did with you, placing his callous palms around her waist and letting his fingers viciously pierce her exposed skin only to bring her closer and closer, as if to erase the boundary between their bodies.

You could see his volluptuos lips, stroking the spot right beneath her jaw, whispering profane words against her fervent flesh in an obscene confession, waiting for her to redeem all of his sins with the inviting warmth of her thighs.

You could see his marble hips, diving in hers again and again, conducing an unmerciful assault; the sweetest battle to fight, one able to mend his intangible war wounds.

For a brief moment, the walls revolved around you, creating a pale vortix tainted by the bluish light filtering through the windows without any cloud to cross its path; night had fallen on Birmingham and that melancholic atmosphere just made everything harder as your watery irises run upon every corner of your bedroom, unintentionally trying to absorbe each detail of the safe heaven in which your love had flared and expired.

That was a burdensome decision to make, but you were well aware of how those things worked; you had seen it on your mother's flesh, you had seen hope sprout into her eyes every time your father came back home, hands holding his cap and face performing the most compelling expression of guilt. On a regular basis, he begged her to forgive his weakness, that's how he called it; still now you knew there was no weakness in what he did, he wanted to, he deliberatley chose to act that way. Every single time, he promised not to hurt her again, and every single time, she embreaced him, turning her other cheek, because it's what you do when you love someone, that's what she said while he prepared to slap her again; yet you knew now that affection should grow out of respect, that loving someone shouldn't leave you wretched, never. Thereby, your childhood had passed watching your father systematically break both his vows and your mother's heart, only sparing her for a few weeks, a few months when she was lucky; a miserable fate that you had sworn you wouldn't have shared.

Due to those acrimonious memories, your previous haste had now given way to a leaden attempt to say goodbye, as your feet stumbled towards Tommy’s beside-table until your fingertips were able to trace the dark groove gouged by his initials into the bright metal of his favourite cigarette-case, the one you’d given him, the one meant “for special occasions”, he said. Eyelids harshly shut because of the sharp hiss tearing up your ears, while you allowed yourserlf that single compromise, placing that relic in your bag as to preserve one last bond with him; and then you finally marched out of your own life.

Or at least you tried to.

Moments before your hand could reach for its knob, the door brusquely opened, leaving under your bewildered stare a panting Thomas with just his waistcoast and withe shirt on: sleeves rolled up to his elbows, the black bow he had worn now hanging untied around his creased collar. In a scant second, his blue orbs stroke into yours, scourging you with a wintry glare only to fall right after on the suitcase held in your right fist.

“You fucking packed your things, y/n?!” A deafening thud arose when the bag fell to the ground at the exact moment his hand slammed the door behind his shoulders with a violent blow, before running through his already messy hair; his ring shimmering in the dark together with his drizzly eyes now clutched to your face only, your feet taking a few step back when he slowly moved forward.

“You were leaving?” That atrocious question escaped his lips in a short breath and his brows took a painful fold in the process, causing a dull ache to grip your entrails at that sight.

“You were gonna leave me without a word?” Eventually, Tommy's coarse voice erupted from his scratched throat with all of its impetus, riverberating across the room and then into your eardrums so to let you gather each accent of blind sorrow and rage held through those words.

Anticipating every possible answer, Thomas took another stride in your direction, still that cautious attempt just forced you to retreat again, almost suffocated by his sole presence. Truth was that you couldn't trust yourself around that man. At times he felt like a plague corroding both your mind and body. He had sort of an arcane power enabling him to subjugate you in the sweetest way, had you let him; sometimes he was like a snake-charmer, sometimes you reckoned he was the snake himself.

“Stay away from me” Your unsteady voice finally came out, and it sounded as if it had been subdued for ages, yet his complete inability to comply with other’s will led him to neglect your first warning.

“Y/n, please-” Nevertheless, that mournful preach was soon estinguished by your harsh tone not leaving space to hesitation anymore. “Don’t fucking touch me, Thomas”

Your hands slapped his arms now dangerously close to your silhouette, but soon his firm grasp enveloped your wirsts allowing him to reduce the distance between your bodies.

“I said stay away!” you pratctically screamed in his face and your head swayed, having your locks fall forward, as you struggled to wriggle out of that deadly grip.

“No, y/n-” His calm voice once again tried to keep you in place along with his callous hands, but you were far too overwhelmed to regain your control.

"Get the fuck off me! Get off, let me go!" Histerical peaks distorted your voice as you kept writheing against him like a wild animal held captive.

"Y/n, stop! Stop it, calm down... fucking breathe" Thomas raised his tone, submerging your cries and leading your bust closer to his own so that your forearms were now trapped in between your bodies and his fingers clenched around the sleeves of your dress. Suddenly, all of your forces seemed to vanish in the dark coldness filling the room, your muscles yelding against your will.

"Let go of me" At this point your rage gave way to resignation, escaping your lips in the form of a pleading whisper, echoing your previous demands.

"Just listen to me, y/n. You need to trust me" He spoke again and you could sense a condiscendent softness in those words. You knew him too well, you knew how his silver tongue always managed to violate people's mind with such ease, making them puppets in the hands of an expert string-puller. And you hated him for trying to do the same with you.

Your wrath started to emerge again, boiling in your veins until your palm violently connected with his face for the second time that night.

"Jesus Christ, woman, what the hell is wrong with you?" Thomas growled while stroking the sensible skin right under his left cheekbone, partially tilting his head away from you as his feet put a new distance between your figures.

"I don't care how much you say otherwise, you did this to me" Jolted words left your burning throat, garbled by the tears you were desperately trying to hold back. This time it was you to step closer, accusation drenching your every gesture.

"Bullshit! I love you and you know that" Tom’s index finger mandatorily pointed at your flushed face, his blue eyes thrusting open and inviting you to reckon his indisputable truth.

“How can you expect me to believe a single syllable coming out of your mouth now?" Your fierce gaze remained locked onto his algid irises, still, despite your efforts to hold back, a few salty drops slipped off your made up lashes, pouring the dorsum of your hand as you abruptly covered your lips in order to suffocate your sobs before speaking again.

"You lie for a living, Thomas Shelby, you craved an empire out of lying" Pointing at his chest, you took another stride towards him, teeth clenched with frustration as you went on.

"And I was a deceived fool for even hoping that you could be different with me." Finally, you allowed your lungs to take a proper sip of air, relaxing your limbs long enough to let your sorrow stream through your core, while your eyes refused now to directly look at your fianceé. "But I won’t let myself fall into your trap again, not again.”

The moment his ears caught that almost inaudible whisper, Thomas threw his arms around you, his right forearm placed at the end of your back, holding you tight, while his other hand intertwined with the soft hair behind your neck, guiding your cheek close to his own so that you could perfectly feel each other's breathing, your chin partially resting above his shoulder. "Love, please..." His warm, yet lower voice filled your ears once again, and, even though you only wanted him to lull you out of that obnoxious feeling of sadness, you forcefully shut your eyelids to regain control over your tumultuous emotions.

"Tell me why I should believe you" Those distrustful words created a sharp constrast with the warmth fluttering between your bodies, as you leant against his smooth skin, involountarily seeking comfort.

"Why shouldn't you believe me? When have I ever lied to you, eh?" Tender strokes guided your head out of the croock of his neck, while Tommy grasped your face with both his palms, foreheads pressing against each other and eyes enchained.

Almost staggered by those entrancing blue seeps, scared by that extreme closeness and its venomous effects, you took a deep breath and reluctantly shied away from his embrace, turning your back on him and approaching the window in hope to retrieve some lucidity. "Yeah, right. You don't lie to me, you're much too clever for that. You just hide things"

Soon you felt Tommy's gentle grip around your arm, applying a slight pressure in order to have you turn around and face him again. "What? what do I hide from you?" His voice still soft against your mouth.

"You've been sleeping with her for months under my fucking nose" You shoved him, now screaming on the verge of that incessant emotional rollercoaster dragging you between rage and sorrow, over and over again, exhausting you.

"That's not true, and the way you're reacting just proves I was doing the right thing not telling you about May" Following your lead, Tommy rose his voice too, his eyebrows wrinkling into a disappointed look, as he tried to shift the blame on you, too bad his manipulative ways could not spellbind you; not that easily, at least.

"Don't you dare playing these twisted games with me, you bastard" Nails scratching the soft flesh of your palms now clenched and wildly thrown against his torso in a haphazard attempt to cause him some sort of pain.

"Fucking stop it, y/n! Stop!" Tommy's eyes stroke you once he'd managed to capture your wrists for the millionth time, still trying to extinguish your violent outbrusts. "Just talk to me like a damn civil person" He screamed inches away from your nose.

"Says the one who goes around cutting people and burning places down" You bitterly spit back, while your angry stare openly challenged him.

"Well, sorry, darling, but you should've thought of that before" Like a mirror, Tommy's attitude immediately emulated yours, going back to the sharp, mocking sarcasm usually clothing his speech, his pink lips curled in a taunting grin. “It's not like you didn't know how things worked around here" "Oh, there he is, the earnest, transparent man you've always been; haven't you, Thomas?" A forced laugh erupted from your throat, while you patethically exasperated your tones, brows implausibly arched, putting on a sympathetic expression almost as sardonic.

"Yes, yes, I fucking have!" His coarse shout wiped away any residual irony. "It's not my fault you still struggle with all of your insecurities, making scenes in front of my whole pub for a stupid toast" And once again he was trying to defend himself by goring you at one of your weakest points.

Trembling droplets started to dance before your dilated pupils as your strengh faded, having you feel like a bewildered kid when confronted with a thinly concealed truth. Your white teeth rabidly skewered your lower lip cloaked in the shadow cast on the rest of your face by your prone head. The whole room fell silent, only filled with your heavy breaths and the meek weeping that you had finally stopped stifling.

"Have you been with her?" Eventually, you forced your watery eyes to look back at him, while you asked that atroucious question with an apparent calm that made your own skin crawl.

"No" Thomas wasted no time denying your doubts and offered you a straight answer leading your eyelids to shut faintly, as your chin aimed towards the ceiling in a desperate attempt to process the whole thing. "Aye, look at me" His warm hands enveloped your cheeks, his thumbs fondling your wet skin until he was sure he had your attention. "No" He repeated "I'm yours, y/n, and you know that"

A well known tenderness radiated from his grieved features, accompained by the hint of a grim smile. "I'm yours in ways other people couldn't even think of, I've let you see each and every chink, every weakness" his soft lips lingered yours moultiple times, leaving you nothing more than a glimpse of a kiss. "I chose to, because I trust you with my life, you keep me sane, y/n"

Salty tears invaded your tongue as your mouths finally indulged in a proper kiss, slowly caressing each other for a few long instants, while your muscles relaxed under his loving touch. "You fucking keep me sane and I don't know what I'd do without you."

Tommy desperateky draw a trail of delicate pecks from your chin, through your cheekbones and up to your forehead, until you found yourself incapable of restraining your instincts and deepened those intimate touches, giving life to a fervent kiss able to leave you both out of breath in the space of a scant minute. Still, you kept devouring each other, until Thomas lifted you with ease, adaging your body on the soft mattress behind his back and palcing his palms behind your knees so to spread your legs and wrap them around his waist. Panting hard against your incandescent flesh, Tommy left openmouthed kisses on your face and jaw and neck, while his fingers undid the top of your dress increasingly discovering further slices of velvety skin, new hunting ground for his ravenous lips.

With just as much eagerness, you managed to free him from what was left of his elegant suit, your nails scratching his solid shoulders as you let the white and black fabrics fall to the floor, soon followed from your own clothes.

Tommy's hands promptly engulfed your now bare curves, his teeth still grazing at the already sensitive skin of your neck as his muscular torso led you to lay back, trapping you in between his half tensed arm and his mesmerizing face, as he slowly entered you, never diverting his egnited pupils from yours.

And then you felt him seize your waist and bring you closer, until your ribs almost wedged in his own. And then you felt his lips praying an unholy preach beneath your ear. And then you felt his hips drowning in your afire flesh, again and again.

But none of that was enough to heal your wounds this time.

You wanted to trust him, you wanted to believe his words and feel safe and sheltered again, with him and him only; still, you knew that, from then on, paranoia would’ve taken over with every extra hour at the office, with every night spent out, with every business trip, and that, for sure, was not the life you wanted.

You knew affection couldn’t survive the bad seeds of suspect without rotting to hate and exasperation; so you just dediced to leave your love while it was still uncorrupted, not bearing the mere thought of watching it slowly deteriorate into reciprocal disdain.

One last time, you glanced at Thomas laying pacefully asleep behind your shoulders, before you left the room with a painful burden crushing your chest.

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