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A/N: Mariah Carey voice* ITS TIIIIME Smut will be in part three and I hope y’all enjoy!!! 17.1 pages, 6,340 words NOT EDITED

PART TWO

TW'S: YANDERE, MURDER, YANDERE HAREM, MANIPULAION, DRUGGING, SHARED DARLING, BLOOD,SUGGESTIVE BIT TOWARDS THE END, JEALOUSLY, READER HAD A BAD CHILDHOOD, CHILD NEGLECT, KIDNAPPING IS PLANNED IN DETAIL

If someone told you a week ago that your childhood best friends were planning some huge conspiracy to kidnap you, You'd of laughed in their faces.

After all, your boys couldn't be capable of something like that.

Right?

Sure they were a little more intense than the average person, but that's just how they've always been!

Growing up as the next-door neighbor to the Delmont Family used to be something you'd take great joy in, you would thank the stars you'd gotten lucky enough to be in their presence, how insanely loving they were to you from the second you entered their lives.

The family had taken you in more times than you could remember, whenever your parents fell through- be it picking you up from school hours late or forgetting to leave food money when they left you home alone, you were forced to care for yourself way too young and it didn't go unnoticed by the Delmont's.

Caspian recalls the day he'd first seen you vividly. He was twelve years old at the time and had just gotten into a rather nasty fight with his old man, he'd sulked his way outside to his small garden bed of herbs and veggies, the tiny oasis was a birthday gift from his mother last year, anytime life got too hard for the young boy he found himself kneeling in the dirt, and it's here he spots you.

Your small form sat idly in front of the T.V., a large blanket draped over your shoulders, he was confused, it was early in the day, why were you all alone? He checked your front yard to confirm his suspensions and it only made him sadder to see your parent's car's missing from the driveway.

He watched as you numbly munched on some dry cereal, but what really caught his eye were the tears running down your chubby cheeks, his chest began to ache at the sight, you couldn't have been much older than his youngest brothers, and be it his older brother instincts or the way you looked so sad, he was soon in the kitchen, furiously gathering all he needed to bake his mama's special cookies, the treats always managed to cheer him up, so he hoped they'd do the same for you.

When his mother came down to see her oldest baking as he'd never done before, she asked what the rush was. "I think our neighbor is sad mama- she looks all alone I just thought your cookies would make her feel better." His eyebrows were furrowed in the cutest form of frustration, she mentally cooed over him, how sweet he was, before beginning to wash her hands.

"Well, we better hurry up and give em' to her then." With the two working in tandem, he was bouncing on the balls of his feet outside your door in no time, the plate of warm treats made his hands hot, but he needed to be the one to give these to you. He wanted you to know you had someone in your corner.

His mother knocked on the door, her face twisting as she realized you were truly by yourself. The small pitter-patter of bare feet came closer before the door was swung open.

"Mama's not home." Was the first thing you said as if practiced. Both Delmonts felt their heart clench at the sight of you, you had bags under your eyes, your hair was messy as if you'd done it yourself, and the crumbs from something stuck haphazardly to the sweater you had on.

"Hi Honey, my name is Carla Delmont, I live right there with my family, this is my son Caspian- say hi mijo."

The awestruck boy shook himself from his stupor and thrust the plate forward. "Hi, there! Um. I-we made these for you." You stared at him with that blank look in your eye, at his words warmth seemed to pool into your gaze, the soft gapped tooth smile you gave him had his heart hammering in his chest, gently your small hands reached out to grab it, fingers touching his for a split second, but that's all it took for a bolt to shoot up his arm.

"Thank you! I'm (Y/N), we were supposed to come over and say hi when we moved in but I think mommy forgot."

She didn't want to assume something so harsh so early, but based on the way you looked and spoke, she couldn't help the sinking feeling that said your parents weren't the greatest at caring for you.

"Well how about this, when she gets home tonight you two come over for dinner hm?" Caspian had this hopeful look on his face as if urging you to say agree.

"Sure! I um, I dunno when she's coming home but that sounds fun." Your eyes lost a bit of twinkle at the thought, the older woman leaned down to put her hand on your shoulder, "Well if you get hungry before then come over. I'll even call your mom so she doesn't get worried okay?"

And that's exactly what you did anytime your parents went MIA, they knew they could find you next door.

A few hours later the matriarch heard the smallest knock at the door. She opened it with a warmth you weren't used to, ushering you inside before you could change your mind, she could see how nervous you were.

"Gabriel! Tell your brother to set another plate, we have a guest." The tall red-haired boy seemed to perk up at the request of his mother, nodding so fast you're sure he got whiplash, he took off, not before shooting you a big toothy grin, and soon returned red-faced and out of breath.

"Hi! I'm Gabriel but you can call me Gabe- do you like dogs? We have a dog, her name is Sophie, she's a pitbull and we had to put her outside cuz she bit Father. I thought it was pretty funny but he didn't." He rambled bouncing from either foot.

"Hi, Gabe- I'm (Y/n)." Despite baby, you's poor social skills Gabe didn't skip a beat as he stuck out his hand, grabbing your own in a gentle grip "Can we go play Mama?" The older woman sighed gently brushing fly-away curls from her second oldest's face.

"Yes mijo, just don't let (Y/n) get hurt okay? You boys can be so rough I don't want a single scratch on her understand?" He suddenly looked as serious as he could, nodding sternly to his mother, "Pinkie swear." She had no idea just how long he'd keep that promise.

And just what lengths he'd go to to do so.

He led the way through their comforting home with a gentle grip, careful not to hurt your smaller hand. The second the twins caught sight of you they abandoned whatever they were doing, tripping over themselves to say hello.

The twins looked nearly identical, the only way you could tell the two apart is if you really looked at Manny, the smaller boy had the prettiest eyes you'd ever seen, when you told him this he had to pull his shirt over his face to hide the red hot blush on his cheeks.

Marcos was so excited to meet a new friend, and his age no less! He spent the whole time outside asking you questions and trying to show off, the quiet boy sitting on the porch swing gave you a simple smile, introducing himself as Ricky, "I like your hair! It's so long and pretty!" You gushed over the long locks, he turned cherry red and decided then and there he'd never cut it short.

Time flew by in the sweetest moments, and before you knew it you were about to start High school.

About a week before the mandatory orientation you and the twins were set to attend, the parental unit sat you down in their living room, it felt odd being summoned without any of the boys, it didn't occur to you until that moment that you've never been in their home without one or more of them lingering around you, so to say you felt out of place was an understatement.

The way their Father was staring you down only added to your stress, but then again you learned long ago he just looked like he wanted to murder everyone in the room, he was quite sweet to you, often treating you like the daughter he never had,

"Am I in trouble?" You asked with a nervous laugh, hands wringing themselves ragged under the table.

"Of course not Hun! We were just talking about how you spend so much time here and how you're always bouncing back and forth." Carla sat down at the table to lay her hand palm side up, her silent request was met by you giving her your own, she began rubbing calming circles into the skin, trying to pacify your unease.

The effect of your absence on the boys, no matter how short of a duration, was becoming more and more volatile. Manny had begun acting out the longer you spent out of his reach, he'd be in such a foul mood he'd start snapping at his twin, a feat that unnerved everyone in the house because if Manny was mad enough to actually raise his voice at Marcos, something was very wrong in the universe.

Anytime you were not under the watchful gaze of one of her sons they seemed to deflate, curl into themselves. The clouds hanging over each of their heads, made the whole house feel like a ticking time bomb, she wasn't a dumb woman, she knew exactly who her husband was and exactly how alike her children were.

They were all so loving and kind, most of society couldn't understand the deep, raw, brutally honest way they felt their feelings, but she could, she knew what her sons needed to keep their heads on straight.

It seemed like the most rational course of action to the older woman, the way their heavy mood would instantly dissipate whenever your presence was near, plus she adored you like one of her own.

"We want you to move in you're practically my daughter already and it just is so lovely having you home, where we know you're safe." You felt your eyes widen at the statement, a million things ran through your mind but the strongest feeling was this warmth, your eyes begin to water, opening and closing your mouth in shock at the generous offer, "Oh god- that's the nicest thing anyone's ever offered me but- I don't know how long it'll take me to get a job-" the older woman's usually soft features soured at the words, "What job? You're just a child, don't worry your pretty head about any of that. Besides you stay here so often that nothing would really change." She looked to her husband to continue.

Their father wasn't much of a talker but whenever he did speak to you it was always awkwardly pleasant. "Before you start with that crap- it's nothing and you're already family so quit the yappin' and move your shit in your room already."

Your parents put up a bit of a fight but ultimately relented, knowing you were never as happy as you were when with the Delmonts.

That decision was what truly sealed your fate.

As you grew up alongside them, their toxic behavior seemed like the norm.

As if it was normal for the brothers to be the only friends you had, Marcos isn't proud of it but he'd use his popularity to slander your name, start a rumor here and there- nothing too bad! Just enough lies to keep the general population uninterested in you, if anyone ever dared to hurt you in any way because of these actions they'd be stopped before they got the chance.

In Marco's mind, it was a flawless plan because neither he nor his twin would let anything close enough to even touch you, they never left your side, going so far as to threaten the principal into giving you all the same classes, he was happy to keep lying if it meant you only looked to them for comfort.

It seemed perfectly fine for Ricky to stop you one day and ask you to install a tracking app on your phone, "You never know what kinda' psychos you're dealing with, at least with this I'll always know where you are- just in case." He spoke so confidently and so surely, you never questioned him, Ricky was the smartest person you knew, and he was always watching your back in ways you didn't even know you needed.

Gabe had this habit where he'd hover, like a guard dog, no matter how old you got he never grew out of his habit of looming over your shoulder, ready and waiting for a threat so he could sink his teeth into it, but their grip wasn't always as tight as it was today.

Before the unanimous decision to keep you to themselves, you'd managed to get a crush on some lowlife boy in your class, he'd gotten wind of your feelings and he thought it be funny to ask you out as some kind of cruel joke when you'd inevitably found out, you'd rushed home after school, not having it in you to wait for the twins like always, you felt too embarrassed to face them. Thankfully Gabe had football practice and Caspian had his cooking club, and you knew Ricky went straight to the shop after school so you managed to sneak into the house, undetected.

That is where mama Delmont found you a good two hours later, the boys still weren't home, and she thanked god because when she caught sight of your still sobbing form, buried face first in your pillow, the silent cries soaking into the fabric.

You were all but inconsolable, weeping into her arms as she tried in vain to soothe you. Had you looked up you would have seen the fear on her face. Because she knew something awful would come of this.

It didn't take long for the tale-tell the sound of their front door slamming shut. She heard a distinct set of footsteps running towards the (h/c) haired girl's room. She quickly stood to her feet and intercepted the two troublemakers before they could enter.

"Is she here? She left before us." Manny looked frantic, wide eyes darting from the door behind his mother to his twin. "That isn't like her, sum' wrong I just know it." Marcos placed a comforting hand on his younger brother's shoulder. "What happened Ma?"

She managed to get a few words out of you that summed up the situation. "Some stupid boy hurt her feelings. I think she's feeling a little embarrassed so maybe-" before she could finish Manny's hand gently moved her aside before slinking into your room, Marcos followed after only seconds behind him.

They spent a good hour coaxing the full story from you, sandwiching your sniffling body between them in a bear hug from both sides.

After the older brothers all got home, Marcos took the initiative to fill them in, mostly because Manny refused to leave your side, and Gabe had to leave the room because he needed to hit something, bad.

He was quiet as a ghost that night at dinner, in fact, most of the boys were, as your disheartened face was all too fresh in their minds. Caspian gave Gabe a look before he went to bed, a silent conversation taking place between the two.

In the dead of night Gabe snuck out his window and took off like a bloodhound, it took little to no effort to get the kid's full name from the school's website, and he soon after found his address.

He waited in the shadows, hood pulled up, the facemask he wore concealed the snarl on his face, the baseball cap shrouding his poisonous glare.

Gabe's ruby eyes were like slits as he waited, silent and still as a statue. His all-black outfit blended him seamlessly into the darkness, he forced his trembling hands to remain by his side, feeling himself vibrate in his skin, the rage bubbling under the surface threatening to pour over and consume him, but he made himself be still.

His efforts in self-control were rewarded as the teen who'd made the fatal mistake of breaking your heart walked out his backdoor with a trash bag in hand. He dragged his feet towards the can without a care in the world. Unknowingly delivering himself to his end.

Before he could lift the lid his neck was grabbed in a vice-like grip, Gabe yanked him into the bushes, dragging the scrawny guy by his throat he finally stopped once he found something hard enough to slam him into.

The surprised yelp that left his mouth brought a small sliver of joy to Gabe.

But not nearly as much joy as it brought to knock his skull against the concrete, his hand was so big he only needed one to do it.

He'd only gone out that night with the intention of roughing him up, making him pay for your tears with his blood, but the longer he wailed on the sputtering male, the angrier he got.

"Fucking piece of shit!- you got some kinda' nerve!" He stopped his assault to bring the bloodied face closer to his own. "You fuck with her feelings like that and expect to just walk away?"

To be blessed with your love, to reject it so coldly? The venomous mix of jealousy and anger had him repeating the violent motion until the other male's face turned to unrecognizable mush.

When he made it home, after dumping the body in its own garbage can, of course, Ricky and Caspian were up waiting for him in his room.

"You do it?" The youngest of the three asked chewing his thumb, eyes flickering to and from the door as if he expected his parents to burst in, while Caspian handed Gabe a warm towel, knowing he'd come home covered in gore.

The proud smile on his face was all the reassurance Gabe needed.

"I had to." Gabe began wiping at his soaking hands, the pride in defending your honor had the adrenaline pumping. Ricky gave his older brother a small smile, nodding to himself, "Course you did big guy- c'mon get clean then meet us in the garage."

After tossing his blood-soaked garments in a bag to deal with later, he joined his brothers downstairs. They kept the lights off in order not to arouse suspicion.

"Ricky has an idea," Caspian said as soon as Gabe entered, he was leaning against his father's car, a hand toying with his bottom lip, a look of contemplation.

Ricky made a point to look across each of his siblings before starting.

"We can't let what happened today happen again." The long-haired man spoke leaning on the red workbench with his knuckles.

"She sees the best in everyone which means it falls to us to keep the scum of the world at bay."

"Look what happened when we didn't have our eye on her for one second, she still up there crying, and if we don't do somethin' now we're just as bad as the piece of shit who made her like that." He watched the way each of their faces scrunched in displeasure.

"It's gone on unspoken for years but since we all clearly care about her we need to come to an agreement, here and now."

Their silence told him to continue, "We all want her, and we can either kill each other about it or we can come to a compromise."

"What kind of compromise?" Marcos asked from his seat on the washing machine. His smirk told Ricky he knew exactly what he was talking about.

"We share. Simple."

"Agreed- I know nobody but us would love her the way she deserves, seems rational t'me." Caspian spoke up quickly, making his way to Ricky's side, clapping a supporting hand on the younger man's shoulder.

"What if I-someone gets jealous?" Manny asked toying with the fabric of his sleeves, his eyes darting from sibling to sibling. "Then we talk about it- the only way this works is if the communication is on point. You feel like someone's hoggin' her, tell us okay?" Ricky spoke softly, despite the pain in his ass Manny was on a daily, he had a soft spot for the guy.

"We gotta' make it official! Ooh, what about a blood pact!" Marcos jumped off the machine, wildly gesturing with his hands.

"You dumb fuck we already share the same blood." Ricky rolled his eyes so hard he swore he saw his brain, Gabe snickered at the jab, throwing his obnoxiously large arm over the smaller man's shoulder. "C'mon Rick, baby boy just wants to make it official- let the little weirdo do his blood thing."

From that night on, after a quick cut to each of their palms, they were sworn to you.

Ricky had made it abundantly clear they couldn't move too fast or you'd freak out, so they wait it out, slowly prepping you for the day when they can finally stop hiding their devotion.

But they're not all that good at hiding it, it slipped out in lots of little ways.

Caspian always had you eating, he made a point to make little snack bags for you before school each morning, even if he didn't go to school that day he'd made sure one of his siblings got you your treat, and he left little encouraging notes in each one. The side you didn't get to see was how he intercepted every love note and gift that wasn't from him or his brothers, ripping and tearing at the items like an animal. Only to replace them with his own. Anonymous of course.

The Twins did a pretty good job keeping everyone else away since they were around you the most, one would distract you while the other beat the shit out of anyone who even thought to cause you problems.

By the time of your 22nd birthday, you'd long since moved into your own place, a place they helped you pick out of course, not too far from each of them, Caspian made sure to install some cameras the day he helped you move in.

They'd each fallen so deep into their obsession, there was no hope for you.

But you were none the wiser.

After all, why would you expect any of them to harbor romantic feelings when you've known them nearly all your life? When they treated you like their own family?

Marcos was a lover by nature, he had a different hottie on his arm faster than you could count, it seemed like before you could ask their name he'd replace them. And this was completely on purpose.

He was so terribly afraid you'd see through him, catch on to the truly dark, ever-growing feelings, and turn tail, he made a point to discuss his late-night adventures with you always hanging off your reaction, hoping one day he'd see a flicker of jealousy in your eye, just so he had an excuse to tell you what he so desperately hid.

You have no idea he's imagining your face every time he's intimate with someone, how his dates always had some sort of echo of your being, be it (e/c) eyes or the same haircut, he sought you out in everyone.

Cas and Gabe always tried to take care of you, be it making sure you ate that day or walking on the street side of the sidewalk just in case, they'd been doing these little things for as long as you can remember, the almost possessive way they cared for you had gone on so long you no longer batted an eye when they got in one of their moods, you just assumed that brotherly instinct to provide carried over to adulthood.

You were completely unaware of the darkness in their hearts.

Ricky confided in you much like the way a husband would, he made a point to fall asleep with you whenever he got the chance, he liked to imagine you were his, enjoying the domestic way you snuggled into him, or how you always went to him to unwind from your day, it fueled his deepening obsession.

He often has you over, tucked away in his room, just having you close by relaxes him completely. Funny considering all you do is just exist in the same space and suddenly his migraine is gone and he smiles for the first time that day, you just think you're being a good friend, but to Ricky, you're giving him a space to safely bare his soul and he doesn't take this kindness lightly.

Manny is your self-proclaimed best friend, he spoke to you the most and was at your place so often he had a drawer just for his clothes. He believes the two of you are not only soulmates but twin flames.

The way you sync up is too perfect to not be a love destined for the stars!

It was one of those days where he was lounging around your place like a house cat, sprawled out on your bed, head fuzzy from being surrounded by your heavenly scent. The grin on his face only grew at the sight of your towel-clad form, you were so comfortable around him this was normal, but he never got used to being so fucking close to you like this, he could see the sporadic beads of water falling down the crevice of your chest. His throat tightened as he watched the droplet fall. His tongue flicking out over his canines, his ring-clad fingers gripped the cotton of your sheets in an attempt to calm down.

The sight had him turning to lay on his stomach, in an attempt to hide his growing hard-on, he pretended to be scrolling on his phone, eyes frantically flicking from your goddess-like form. "Sorry- didn't know you were coming over or I woulda' showered sooner, you don't mind if I get ready right?"

Manny swallowed dryly, not trusting his voice at the moment.

"Mmhm" His bright orange eyes never left your form as you shimmied your underwear on under the towel. You were talking but all the blood from his head was rushing south, so he didn't catch a word until you said,

"-date, I mean I've never been on a real one so I'm nervous ya know? I almost called Marcos up to ask for advice but he'd never let me live it down." You giggled to yourself slipping on the lace bra. Meanwhile, his mind was melting. How could you drop such a bomb on him at a time like this?! he was torn between kissing you and bursting into tears.

"W-uh, date? like with a person?" he tried to keep his tone light, but he could feel himself beginning to unravel at the seams. His hands anxiously wringing themselves in his lap. He'd sat up the second he heard the word date come out of your mouth. His shoulders tense as if he were about to pounce.

"Yeah, you know that cute guy from the cafe we go to? He wrote his number on my receipt yesterday and I dunno," You paused to brush a few stray strands away, "I just guess I thought 'god (y/n) you're a twenty-two-year-old virgin and if you keep being the hermit you are, that will never change'." you said slipping on a knit sweater, "Just feels kinda nice to be wanted you know?" You offered a shrug as you began browsing your clothes for bottoms that satisfied you, completely unaware of the total mental breakdown your bestie was having on your bed.

He made up some half-baked excuse to leave and all but ran to his car. He could hardly close the door from how blurred his vision was, hot, salty tears cascading down his face, his cheeks flushed in unfiltered frustration, You wanted to feel desired? God, he could wring Ricky's neck right now, if Manny had it his way you'd have been theirs ages ago, but nooo, Ricky said to play it cool- now look what happened, he could hardly breathe as he hit his speed dial.

"Yo-" Marcos was interrupted by the loud sob from his younger brother, he immediately brushed the person off his lap and made his way outside, face set in stone, knowing his twin he figured it could be anything that set him off.

"Ya gotta breathe little man- y'know I can't understand you when you get like this." he sighed through his nose, his index and thumb fingers gently massaging the bridge of his nose.

"SHE'S GOING ON A- A DATEEE." Now that Marcos could understand, his eyes widened as he laughed to himself in disbelief.

"No she's not." he shook his head, an empty smile on his face, as he kept waiting for the 'gotcha'

"She is! I-I was at her h-house and she," he cut himself off with another whimper, Marcos, feeling his blood pressure reach a dangerous new high forced his tone to be as calm as he could, "What even- How is that even possible? We're with her 24/7, how in the fuck-" he scoffed cutting himself off. "Look where are you? I'll come with Cas, he'll get your car while you ride back with me and tell me exactly what she said." Manny gave him a shakey 'okay' before sending his location.

It wasn't rare for all the Delmont boys to be together in one room, in fact, they had weekly meetings just to talk about everything cute you did that week.

This was different.

The air in the room felt dark. Like all their negative emotions had festered into a poison.

Ricky had called them all to his home office since his place was the biggest.

He was the last to arrive as he'd been hard at work in his father's shop- he dropped everything the second he got Caspian's call. Gabe sat in his desk chair, he flipped a pen back and forth between his fingers, the dark look in his eye meant nothing but trouble if Ricky didn't fix this soon. The twins were huddled on the couch he'd put in just so you had somewhere comfy to be when you visited. Marcos had a lit joint between his teeth, his right leg shaking rather aggressively, he made sure to look Ricky in the eye before ashing it on his previously clean floor.

Manny wouldn't even look at him when he entered, so he knew he was pissed.

Caspian was the only one to properly greet him, but even he could see the horrid mood he hid just under the surface.

After a moment of tense silence, Ricky exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Okay I'll say it, I fucked up." his admission of guilt broke Caspian's foul mood immediately, he knew his brother well enough to know pushing you into some random nobody's arms was the very last thing he wanted. The taller man moved closer to rub Ricky's back affectionately.

"We know you were just doing what you thought was best right guys?" It was rare for Caspian to use his 'Big Brother' voice on them so they knew he was serious. Manny's glare had turned into a small pout, finally looking at his older brother.

"What now Ricky? We do everything you say no question, no matter how many times I wanted to just take her in my arms and hold her the way she deserves- you said not yet." He pointed his finger at the older man, "Well now she's on a date with some fuckin' loser and she has no idea how we feel." Manny had stood during his rant, beginning to pace the room, his hands on his hips. "I know bud, look I thought we'd scare her off but clearly I was wrong." He flicked his tongue against his cheek.

Ricky made his way to his desk, not so gently pushing Gabe and the chair he occupied out of the way. After a few moments under the watchful eye of his kin, he flipped the computer monitor around.

Gabe scooted back over with a sour look on his face, clearly not pleased with his previous removal, his face twisted into pure confusion at the content on the screen.

"You bought a house? This is in the middle of nowhere."

"Exactly." Ricky crossed his arms, anxiously chewing his thumb as the four of them crowded around the desk.

"Is this-" Marcos gaped at the images, his mind running a mile a minute as he realized what it meant.

"Home. Like the forever home ." Ricky then pulled out a manila folder from the drawer to his right. He flipped it open, his heart pounding, as he set it before them. Inside was all the detailed information he'd been collecting over the years, ever the perfectionist he knew he had to pick a place perfect for all of you.

"I've been looking at the land for years, the property is close to a small town but deep enough in the woods that we won't have to worry about strangers. There's a Gym in the basement-" He was cut off by Manny throwing his arms around his shoulders.

"It's so perfect! She loves the forest oh my god she's gonna be so excited! When can we go?- Wait How are we gonna get her to go if she's too busy dating that asshole?" The speed at which his emotions flipped could be scary, but they wouldn't have him any other way, Ricky awkwardly returned the hug with a few pats on his back.

"Don't worry, I have an idea for that too," He turned to face the hulking blue-haired man still in his seat, Gabe pointed at his chest with his thumb, a goofy smile on his face, "Moi? What can I do for ya squirt?" Ricky ignored the nickname, "You gotta get rid of that guy before she goes on the date, I don't care how you do it, just make sure he doesn't show up." Gabe stood up so fast the chair shot backward, he put two fingers to his forehead and gave them all a wolfish grin. "One dead son'ofa'bitch coming right up."

The long-haired man then turned to his oldest brother, handing him a pair of keys from the same drawer he pulled the file from. "Cas I need you to stock up on about two weeks worth of food and anything else you think we'll need, she's gonna need an adjustment period so we gotta be prepared not to leave for a while." Caspian took the keys with a smile, affectionately rubbing the twin's heads as he all but ran to his car. "Oh! I'll get started on dinner soon as I get there-" The gentle giant trailed off now talking to himself.

"Okay, you two probably got the most important jobs, think you can handle it?"

Both men nodded their heads simultaneously, each looking like a puppy about to get a treat, which in a way, was exactly what they were.

"When that dickhead inevitably stands her up tonight I need you two to be there for her, order some comfort food, and when I text you the signal, give her these." He handed them a small bag of pills. "Gotta make sure she eats or drinks at least two of em', she should be out like a light in no time and when that happens, Marcos will pack everything on this list." Ricky handed him the paper with a stern look, "No extra, just what's on here got it?"

"I'm not gonna steal her panties or somethin'- I'm not Gabe." The older twin scoffed taking the list with a pout. "Considering we're trying to make it look like a voluntary vacation, we can't take any risks okay?" The older twin nodded, happy to be given the task around you.

Before the two buzzing men left for their tasks, the oldest one turned to Ricky with an evil little smirk, "What'r yooou gonna do while we're out doing all the leg work hm?"

"Somebody's gotta make the world believe she's going, I'm just gonna go on all her socials and leave a long enough trail of evidence that if anyone does come sniffing around, it looks like she's been planning to leave for a while." He shrugged as if it was normal making Marcos laugh so hard he had to lean against the door frame.

"What an evil genius."

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Hometown Sweethearts sequel

Pairing: Joel Miller x !F!Reader

Summary: Continuation of Hometown Sweethearts: Y/n and Joel returned to Jackson with the small trio of children. Soon speaking with Matthew and Tommy about their travels and the truth of what happened at the hospital. Soon returning to their new home to spend their first days together with their new family.

Warnings: Flashbacks, gore, violence, traumatic experiences, PTSD, angst, guilt, fluff, smut, soft to rough sex, praise kink, oral (F receiving), unprotected sex, talk of failed pregnancy, mentions of miscarriage, comfort talk.

Hometown Sweethearts 👇

|Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7 (Finale).|

Minors DNI 🔞 18 below the cut

The sun was shining through the windows of the garage where Joel sat. He was seated in an old, ragged chair—cleaning a metal butterfly on a guitar fingerboard. Y/n remained sitting by the wall between him with Max sitting in her lap, fiddling with her bunny as he speaks.

"We don’t know what happened. . . We were supposed to take them to their parents and the Fireflies and walk away. You go halfway across the country with someone. . . They needed their immunity to mean somethin’. Maybe I was starting to buy into that whole. . . cure business. Maybe we just wanted to do right by them. And then we made it. We found the Fireflies. And because of them. . . They were actually going to make a cure. The only catch. . . it would kill them." Joel said.

The three vividly remember when the surgeon grabbed the scalpel from the stand and threatened them. "Sweet Jesus." Joel had muttered. "Doctor?" A nurse said.

"What are you doing in here? I won't let you take them! This is our future, think of all the lives we'll save." The doctor told them.

Tommy and Matthew remained sitting in front of them with wide eyes. "Jeez, guys. . ." Matt murmured. "What'd y'all you do?" Tommy asked.

Y/n looked at her little brother as she cradled Max in her arms, "We saved them." She whispered.

Max remembers seeing piles of bloody corpses everywhere in the hospital. "C'mon, baby boy. I gotcha. I gotcha." Joel had whispered as he and Y/n picked up the unconscious teens before the sirens went off. "Cover the exits! Don't let them get away!" The speaker announced.

The two carried the teens out of operating room as Max ran in front of them. ". . . Damn. That's. . . That's a lot." Tommy said. "What does Ellie and Elliot know?" Matthew wondered. "We told them they just ran some tests." Y/n added while brushing through Max's light brown hair—Max rested her head on her shoulder as she hugged her.

"We told them, their immunity meant nothin'." Joel commented. "And they believed you?" Matthew inquired. "Didn't say otherwise." Joel replied. "And. . . Max?" Tommy asked as he looked at the little girl in Y/n's lap. "She was awake during it all. . . she shot someone to protect us. . . She knows the truth." Y/n added. Max lifted her hands and started to sign.

I don't want to die, I was scared. . .

Y/n brushed Max's hair behind her ear and cupped her cheek, "You're home, Max. . . We're not going to let them take you." Y/n said to her, "She didn't want to do the surgery, but I bet they wouldn't have gave her a damn choice on the matter."

Tommy looked at Matt before they nodded. "We should head back." Tommy sighed as he was handed his jacket by Matt. Joel picked up his guitar, backpack, before following Y/n and Max out the room. They manually lifted the garage door and turn to jump onto their horses, Max is set in front of Joel as Y/n got on her own. All five of them begin to exit the house.

For some time, they ride silently into the forest as Max looked around at the trees with a smile. Leaning into Joel as he held an arm around her smaller frame. Their horses treaded through the grass as Y/n glanced at Joel, his eyes found hers as she grinned before looking ahead.

"Almost there." Tommy said. "Yep." Joel sighed, they approached closer towards Jackson and made it at the gates. "Hey! It's us!" Matthew yelled as the gates began to open for them. They entered the enclosed settlement and ride in towards the stables; Joel climbed off his horse and helped Max down. Y/n took her in her arms and handed her horse off to Matthew.

"It's okay, I got 'em. You three go on." Tommy said as he reached for Joel's reins. "You sure?" Joel asked. "Yeah." Tommy answered. "All right." Joel muttered. "About what we were talkin' about earlier. . . I can't say I'd've done different. I'll take it to the grave, if I have to." Tommy said. Making Max smile as she held onto Y/n.

"We'll see you later, Tommy." said Joel before turning and walking with Y/n and Max. They've only spent a week within Jackson, still adjusting to the new life of safety and security. Night had already fell upon the town. Max was tucked into her bed inside her new bedroom within the house; Ellie remained listening to music in her headphones while drawing in her notebook, and Elliot was on the lower bottom bunk bed wearing his own headphones while reading his book.

"Hello? Kids?" Joel hummed before nudging Ellie's chair, scaring her in the process. "Jeez. You almost gave me a heart attack." Ellie sighed as she removed her headphones. Elliot removed his and sat up, "When'd he get here?" He asked.

"I tried knocking." He said. "What's up?" Ellie wondered. "Just checking in. Folks are. . . y'know, talking about how impressed they are with you two and how well, you're all helping out." He answered. "Oh. . . That's good." Elliot muttered.

"Yeah. Tommy and I went out riding the other day and he, uh. . . he and Matt told me a joke and I thought about y'all, it’s, um. . . Oh shoot, now I forgot it, uh. . . It was somethin' about a clock. . . how do you-?" "Um, Joel. It's, uh, it's pretty late, and I gotta get up in a few hours-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know, I know, and I’m gonna get out of your hair, I just, um. . . I wanna show you somethin'. Just gimme one second." He said as he left the room for a minute. Ellie turned her head to Elliot and sighed dramatically, making him chuckle.

"Huh? What's that?" Ellie asked when Joel brings in the same guitar he was working on. "Some folks call this thing here a gee-tar." He joked. "Very funny." Elliot grinned. "Do y'all wanna hear something?" He asked.

"Okay." They both replied. "Okay. Promise me that you two won't laugh." "We won't laugh. I won't." Ellie said before looking at Elliot who arched his brow. "Oh, I definitely will if it sucks." Joel scoffed and sat down with his guitar. "I'm trustin' you. . ."

He takes a deep breath and attempts to play the song, Future Days by Pearl Jam. The song he learned decades ago because of Y/n's wishes. The one he played before proposing to her.

~~~

"If I ever were to lose you. . . I'd surely lose myself. . . Everything I have found here. . . I've not found by myself. . ." She sat in chair in front of him as he leaned against the railing on her back porch, strumming the strings of his guitar while she held a glass of fine wine—her eyes were watching his face with admiration.

"Try and sometimes you'll succeed. . . To make this man of me. . ." He remembers seeing her smiling so big, even the moon was envious of her brighter glow, her fingers gently tapping on the glass as her eyes glimmered with the shine of moonlight.

"All my stolen missing parts. . . I've no need for anymore. . ." He lifted his gaze to look into hers, seeing the red filling her cheeks as she bit her lip. Her leg hitched over her other and revealing her thigh.

Her heart swelled at the thought of him learning the chords for this song. "'Cause I believe. . . And I believe 'cause I can see. . . Our future days. . . Days of you and me."

~~~

"There you go." He sighed as he finished the song. "Well. . . I guess that didn't suck." Elliot commented. "I'll take what I can get. She's all yours." He said as he grabbed another guitar and handed them both to the teens. "What?! No. . . No.", "No, no, no. We don't know the first thing about this—" "I promised that I'd teach the both of you how to play."

Ellie sighed and grinned as she held the guitar, Elliot looked at his when she spoke. "You did." "So what do you say, tomorrow night, first lesson?" He suggested to them. "Deal." "Done." They said. "Okay. Okay." Joel chuckled as he stepped back towards the door. "Hey wait. . . Did. . . Did you remember the joke?" Elliot asked. "Um. . . What is the downside to eating a clock?" Joel smirked.

Elliot hummed as Ellie thought about it. "It’s time consuming." Joel answered. They both smiled, "That’s so dumb." Ellie chuckled. "Especially when you go back for seconds." Y/n cut in as she stood by the doorway.

"Hey." They said to her. "Hey. . . Just here to say goodnight to you. . ." She said. Joel grinned while nodding his head, "Yeah. G'night, kiddos."

They smiled as Joel and Y/n close the door behind them. Both Elliot and Ellie strum the strings together in sync.

~~~

Max was asleep in her small room inside of the house where Y/n and Joel resided. Y/n was holding her arms as she looked out the window in her own room, not hearing Joel open her door. "Hey-" "Christ!" She gasped as she gripped a nearby knife. Joel raised his hands as she sighed, "Joel."

"Y/n. . ." He muttered as he stepped in, she sat on the edge of her bed and exhaled. "Why're you here? Came to say goodnight?" She wondered. He shook his head, "Just checkin' up on ya, makin' sure you're sleeping on the bed instead of the floor." His thumb was hooked onto his belt as he looked at her. She was fiddling with the knife she carried, "Well. . . I'm trying the bed now so. . . I'm good." she replied.

He sat beside her and saw her slightly shift a smudge further away from his side, "You sure?" he asked. "Yeah. . ." She sighed. The two remained quiet for a moment. Y/n shut her eyes and held her head, "Why'd you kiss me in that cabin?" He asked her. She groaned while covering her eyes, "Joel, not now."

He chuckled at her response, "I was just wonderin'. . . It made me think about. . . something else." He muttered. Y/n looked at him and shrugged her shoulders, "I just. . . When we both were injured, I thought I'd never. . . never get the chance. . . to do it again, like before." She admitted.

He watched her nervous tic of crossing her arms to secure herself for comfort, something she'd do when she was in a unnerving spot. He reached his arm out and held her shoulder, letting her e/c irises find his. He felt that spark he felt so many years ago when he laid his eyes on her for the first time. That missing light he needed, for himself. The woman he truly fell for and loved.

"Joel. . ." She said, bringing him back to the present as she watched him, "Remember when we first met?" The memory played in his mind like a song, he grew a somber smile at the moment.

~~~

Joel slowly walked off of his porch, seeing a beautiful woman exit the car with a smile on her face. Sarah was playing with her soccer ball on the grass while he moved closer to help the lady with a box she was carrying, "Whoa, there. Here, lemme help you." He said as she sighed from relief when he took the box from her hands. "Ah, thank you, kind sir." She chuckled breathlessly, "You can just place it by the door, if you don't mind."

Joel carried the box to the front door of her new home and set it down, she smiled when he walked back towards her. "So, uh, you're new around here." He said. "Yeah, hah, you must be my new neighbor." She said back to him. He held his hips as he glanced at the porch where Sarah giggled. "Yeah. Sorry, I'm Joel, you?"

"Y/n." She said as she shook his hand, "And who is she?" Joel grinned as she looked at Sarah with a smile. "That's my daughter, Sarah." He said. Y/n looked at him with a grin, "Well, she's awfully talented with that soccer ball."

Joel thanked her for the sweet words, before seeing a young boy laughing as he ran out of the house and hugged Y/n's waist. He stopped laughing when he saw Joel and slowly his behind her, "And who's this? Your little brother?" Joel asked as he grinned at the boy who awkwardly glanced at his mother.

"Oh, how I wish he was. . . But no, this is my son, Noah." She introduced, Joel was surprised by the news. "Your son?" He questioned with a chuckle. "Yeah, he's a shy one." "Am not." Noah muttered.

Y/n laughed as she grabbed Noah by his arm and tugged him forward to hug him, he squirmed as he tried to escape his mother's grip. "Mom!" He whined. "What? You embarrassed of me now?" She grinned when she let him free. He almost tripped over the ball that Sarah had kicked over by accident, "Sorry." She said as she scurried towards them.

Noah nudged the ball towards her, "You play soccer?" Noah asked. "Yeah, do you?" Sarah inquired. "Pfft, I like Basketball." He grinned. She huffed and kicked the ball at him, and he kicked it back, Sarah ran after it and Noah chased after the ball, "It's mine! It hit my foot last!"

Y/n smiled at the two who were starting to shove each other over the ball as Joel chuckled, "There he goes." She sighed. "Y/n, we're done with the kitchen and the bathroom, we're moving on to the backyard." Adam said as Alex ran to his side, "We'll be busy. Is Noah okay?"

"He's good." She answered as they nodded their heads and disappeared into the house. "One of them your husband?" Joel wondered. Y/n laughed as she held her mouth, "Mhaha! I wouldn't dare dream of it, those two are my older brothers. . . There's ten more working inside." She said, "Adam and Alex are the only twins. . . What about you? Any brothers or sisters?"

Joel nodded, "Yeah, got a little brother. Name is Tommy." He replied. "Maybe I'll be able to meet him." She smiled again.

~~~

"Yeah, I remember that. . . Never forgot how beautiful you looked, still do to this day." Joel said to her, she scoffed while rubbing her head. "Dirty liar." She chuckled. "I ain't lyin'. . ." Joel answered, "You're beautiful. . . Always have been."

Even Y/n couldn't hide her blush from his compliment. "Yeah, whatever." She grinned, she took Joel's hand and brought it in front of her. Seeing how much rougher and stronger they've become over the last twenty years, the veins on his forearm were traced by her fingers as he let her do it. She'd always touch his arm before the apocalypse, she'd do it when she was reading or when he was on the phone with someone, even when he was cooking.

She'd always hold his arm and play with it.

". . . Remember when I told you that I had a surprise. . . but I thought it was better not to tell you? Right after our argument?" She said. Joel took in a breath sighed out a yes, he held her hand as she grew a sorrow filled grin, "I was going to surprise you on your birthday, you looked so happy when I pulled you outside to tell you. . . I think you thought it was going to be a new car."

Joel chuckled while she removed her hand from his arm, resting hers on her legs as she sat forward, "But it was something special. . . I didn't get to tell you because of the. . . When we found each other again, I felt everything and nothing all at once. . . I'm sure you did too, we lost everything we loved within days, Joel. . . I held onto the hope, that we'll be okay. . . Sure, it'll hurt and we'll grieve for a while. . . But I still held onto that surprise to tell you, until I lost that too. . ." She brushed her hair back as she sighed.

"I was pregnant, Joel. . . And I. . . It didn't make it. . ." Joel's heart stopped, he saw her foot lightly bouncing on the floor as she closed her eyes, "No one knew except me and Sarah and Noah. . . That's part of the reason why they were excited for your birthday." Y/n paused when Joel held her hand, pulling her to face him and eventually moved her to straddle his lap.

"Y/n. . . I'm so sorry. . . Baby, I didn't know, I didn't mean to say any of that before. . . Was. . . That was the reason you tried to talk to me, wasn't it? You needed someone to talk to. . .?" He whispered to her. His heart cracked at the sight of tears growing in her eyes, she hid her face in his neck. Wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders, "I didn't mean to annoy you or make you think of Sarah anymore than you already were. I'm so sorry, Joel-"

"No, no. Don't you dare try to apologize to me, Y/n. . . Look at me." He said as he lifted her tear stained face to look at his eyes, "It ain't your fault. . . You tried to fix what we had. . . You tried to talk to me, tried to tell me, warn me that you were pregnant with our baby. . . but I was the asshole who pushed you away. . . Didn't even consider how you felt. I was grievin' over Sarah and Noah, so much I didn't see you. . . I saw a constant reminder of what I had when I looked at you, meanwhile you were suffering jus' like me."

Y/n closed her eyes again and held his hand that was holding the side of her face, "I pushed you away, ignored you, argued with you, forgot all about you. . . When you ran off, you did what I did when we saw each other again. . . You were distant, angry, bitter, a complete different woman than I had remembered. . . A woman who argued with me, almost killed me, cold towards me. . . But I don't blame you. . . I was just getting a taste of my own treatment. Somethin' you picked up from me. . . You were a survivor, you still are. . . You were tryin' to forget like me, ignore it, push it away, be distant from it. You were on your own out there for a while, meanwhile I had Tommy, Matt and Tess. . . And you were gone. . . Out there by yourself traveling and gettin' into who knows what kinds of danger. . ."

Joel didn't let her go, he held her hips and kept watching her, "I'm sorry, Y/n. . . For everythin', all the shit I put you through, said to you, and had done to you. . . Please, can you ever forgive me?" He asked her. She exhaled when he wiped her tears from her eyes, her hands held his shoulder and one brushing through his pepper salt beard as she simpered.

"Oh, Joel. . . I already did. . . When you decided to stay with me and the kids." She grinned. He tugged her down and kissed her, this kiss was different from before on the radio tower. This one wasn't angry and bitter, it was full of grievance and guilt, a pinch of lust but a full need of love and solace, "Joel. . . What did you say the last time we did this? I thought that was our final time-"

"It won't be." He told her as he pulled her closer and she leaned towards him, letting their tongues tangle together as her hand slid down to his chest to hold onto his shirt. Finding the buttons on his green long sleeved shirt, undoing them and pushing it off his shoulders. She removed her lips from his and grabbed the hem of her shirt before pulling it off of her, Joel hugged her lower back as his lips stared to suckle on the side of her neck.

Her head fell back as she let out a breathless moan, her hand held the back of his hair when she returned her own kisses on his shoulder. Joel brought her back to lay on him as he snaked his hand towards her jeans, undoing the button before she gasped. "Joel." "Huh? What?" He asked, "I do somethin'?" "No. . . Just, I need a shower. I took one two days ago, still not used to this life just yet." She said as she lifted herself on her arms and looked at him below her.

". . . We can. . . do that after this." He suggested as his hands squeezed her thighs, she smirked before kissing him one last time. Lowering her lips beside his ear, "I'll see you in bed, Cowboy." She bit his ear before getting off of his lap.

~~~

Once she was out of the shower, she dried her hair as best she could before putting on a tank top and decided to wear no pants except underwear—she walked to Joel's room. Quietly closing the door to avoid waking up Max who was down the hall in her own room; Joel was removing his shoes as she walked up to him, "Evenin', Mr. Miller." She said to him. A smirked was plastered over his lips as he looked at her, "Evenin', Ms. L/n."

He held her hips and pulled her closer to stand between his legs, lifting her top just a bit to kiss her stomach. Gusting over her mark and her scar from the injury they sustained a while back ago. "Joel." She sighed while running her fingers through his hair. "You smell good, sweetheart." He whispered, he dragged her to the bed and laid her down comfortably on the pillows. "How do you want me to be, Y/n?" He asked while letting his hand run up her side to cup her breast underneath her shirt. "Mmm, however you want, Joel." She moaned. His beard brushed over her cheek when he placed a kiss beneath her ear and down her neck, he lifted her top over her breasts before kissing each one. Swirling his tongue over her hardened peaks as she sighed—holding his head and feeling him grind against her with his strained erection.

He pulled the blankets from underneath her and sat on his knees, pulling off his shirt as she reached for his belt to undo. Joel let his shirt drop on the ground before hovering over her again to kiss her, she pulled off his belt and unzipped his jeans and began to push them down his legs. He kicked them off and slid down her undergarments opening her legs—immediately crawling down to lick her wet entrance.

She covered her mouth as she moaned—clenching her legs around his head while he pushed them open again to thrust his tongue inside of her.

"Fuck. . . Ah! Joel." He growled against her cunt as he sucked her labia, enjoying the desire flowing from her. Using his fingers to stimulate her even more, thrusting his fingers in and out as he focused on her clit.

He let his tongue bury deep into her entrance, groaning at the succulent taste of her wet desire coating his taste buds. Calloused hands squeezing both her thighs and rear as her body shivered from the stimulation. She only spurred him on by holding his hair, combing her fingers through and gripping it with need like it was a lifeline.

Y/n fought the compelling urge to close her thighs around him again, trying to grind on his face as she mewled.

"Right there, yes, fuck, right there, Joel." She begged while her back arched off the bed as her orgasm grew tighter and tighter—about to snap before Joel pulled away.

"W-What the hell, Joel?" She whispered while he moved up her body to kiss her neck and breasts again; Joel pushed off his boxers and grinded against her soaked cunt, sighing at the small relief.

"Darlin', I want you to beg for it." He said in her ear. "Ngh, Joel, that's not fair." She whined as she grinded against his cock, "Don't make me beg, Joel." He chuckled and watched her. "C'mon." He repeated with a smirk. "You cocky bastard." She huffed. "Yeah, I am." He grinned before kissing her, "Y'still gotta beg this bastard."

She growled and sighed with defeat, ". . . Joel. . . Please."

"Please what, sweetheart?" He whispered. "Nm. . . Please, make love to me." She mumbled. "Sorry, baby, I didn't hear you correctly."

"For my sake, Joel, make love to me til I can't walk." She hissed. Joel snickered as he kept rubbing himself against her glistening petals. "That doesn't sound serious, baby."

"I'm gonna make you regret this if you do it right now, Joel." She threatened. "Mm, that sounds like a threat, sweetheart." He was taken by surprise when she shoved him over on his back and straddled him.

A smirk of confidence on her face as she looked down at him, "Been years since I was on top, Joel. . . Remember the last time I was up here, and I made you beg for it?" She taunted him.

He relaxed and put his arms behind his head while watching her, "You gonna make me beg, darlin'? I dare ya." She was frustrated, but she was desperate for his cock right now.

"I'm doing this because I want this." She lined herself up with his length before sinking on his cock, gasping as she felt full once more. Joel's wrangled groan was muffled by her lips, she swallowed his pleasured sounds when she started to rock her hips on his.

He moved his hands and held the sides of her hips to guide her, Joel sat up and kissed her to muffle her moans. She held his shoulders while rolling her hips, cursing profanities against his lips as she clenched around him.

"Joel. Yes, fuck." She whispered. His tongue moved to trace over her breasts—she held his hair and moaned in his shoulder again.

Joel grunted feeling her tug his hair before turning her over on her back, holding the back of her knee up before thrusting deeper. Her hands held the pillows while she bucked her hips up onto his cock, "I love you, so much, darlin'. So beautiful~ Damn—yer so tight. Such a good fuckin' girl for me." He whispered into her ear, she bit her lip while locking her legs around his waist to pull him down into her. "Yes, fuck, keep going, Joel. I'm almost there, almost there." She mewled.

Joel rested on his elbows beside her head—grinding his hips before letting one of his hands sneak in between them to find her clit—circulating it and stimulating her nerves. Their breaths were hot in the night, warming their bodies as they continued to sweat and groan from the pleasure.

His hands held her face as she started to whisper how much she loved Joel, saying it with passion and drunken love. Her hands squeezed his shoulders as she held onto him, "I love you. I love you, Joel." She moaned. Her legs locked around his waist, his hands gripped the pillows while he breathed in her neck—leaving marks from kisses and small bites.

Her nails raked his back, feeling her impending orgasm. Y/n whined before Joel kissed her again, the brush of his beard against her skin, his heavy body rocking into her, the heat making them sweat and gasp with passion. Her soaked cunt clenching around him as he gritted his teeth to avoid waking up Max, soft curses he whispered in her ear making her mewl more.

"Fuck, I-I'm gonna cum, Joel. I can't—Oh! F-Fuck!" She hissed through clenched teeth while holding onto him. She didn't dare let him go, she couldn't, she was on the edge. Joel could feel her squeezing him like there was no tomorrow, he held the back of her head and hid her face in his shoulder so she'll make less noise. She bit down on his skin making him grunt and speed up from the pain that was overridden with pleasure.

Then her orgasm snapped—igniting that small flickering spark into a massive ultra-sensitive, uncontrollable tsunami of overwhelming euphoria that washed over her body. From her nether region to all of her limbs, her arms hugged Joel's shoulders and pulled him into her chest as she tried to muffle her gasping moan. Joel buried himself down to the hilt of his cock before spilling inside of her.

Letting out a weak and broken moan in her ear as his hips stuttered to a stop, twitching with sensitivity as he let out small pants. Y/n was catching her breath as she let go of his body, he slowly lifted himself off and saw his cum seeping out of her aching cunt. He gently pushed it back inside of her—causing her to wince.

"Sorry, baby." He whispered as he kissed her cheek. He laid on his back and sighed as he covered his eyes with his arm, "Shit." She mumbled. "What?" He hummed before he looked at her. "Forgot how good you were in bed." Y/n turned her head and watched him as he smiled. Locking eyes on hers with a grin, "What about last time? Was I not good?" She giggled and turned on her side to look at him.

"Yeah, but, this one felt better for some reason." He chuckled and pulled her into his arms. "Some reason, huh?" He sighed. "Yeah, I'll give it a B plus." She smirked. He scoffed and lifted her lips to kiss her, she accepted and softly moaned when his tongue danced with hers.

"This round better be better than a damn B plus." He growled before pulling the sheets over them, he crawled back under and she muffled her giggles with her hand. "Just what do you think you are doing, Joel?" She asked him as she propped herself up on her elbows—lifting the blanket and seeing him settled between her legs.

"Just earnin' extra credit, Ms. L/n." He chuckled ominously before kissing her clit and licking it, she let out a heavy sigh as she hung her head back. "O-Oh, oh. . . Eugh. . . Yes, very good, Joel." She breathed out with shaking breaths, "Keep going."

Joel didn't stop, and neither did their love making. It lasted for a good three rounds until they both fell asleep from exhaustion in each others arms.

~Y/n pov~

It was warm, soft, comforting. . . Perfect. Something smelled familiar, so familiar. I was in a kitchen, making some something.

"Mom!" "Noah-?" "Were you awake this whole time!? I was in my room-" "Shh, you might wake Joel."

Noah chuckled as he looked at the food I was making. "Ooh, coffee, eggs, bacon, and special morning krispies!" Noah drooled as he reached for a rice krispie, only for me to slap the back of his hand, "Ow!"

"Sit down and wait, or go and wait in your room." I chuckled as I continued to fix up the special breakfast. I turned away to the sink to wash my hands, only to hear Noah gasp when another pair of footsteps soon entered the kitchen.

". . . Mom. . .?" Noah muttered. I dried my hands and looked at Noah, seeing Sarah with wide eyes staring at me as he held something in his hands.

"What. . . is this?" Sarah whispered as Noah turned his hand to reveal the pregnancy test I thought I threw away. I felt my heart drop when I saw it again, but in their hands.

"T-That is. . ." I sighed and walked towards the two, letting my hands cup the sides of each of their faces, "Listen. . . Today is Joel's birthday, your father's birthday. . . And, I think this might be a. . . big surprise for him."

I saw Sarah smile before she quickly hugged me, holding on snuggly as Noah grinned. "I'm gonna be a big brother. . ." He smiled, I could see the tears welling up in his eyes.

"I'm gonna be a sister-!" "Shhh!" Me and Noah hushed her.

"He's gonna wake up soon, don't tell him alright. Go and sit down for breakfast." I told them, I kissed Sarah on the head and kissed Noah's cheek before they headed towards the table.

It didn't take long for Joel to come downstairs, wearing a dark gray shirt and pajama pants. "Happy birthday, dad!" Sarah and Noah said. It warmed my heart whenever I heard Noah call Joel dad, I remember when Noah officially asked Joel to adopt him on his twelveth birthday.

Noah cried when Joel accepted him as his son. "Happy birthday." I said, Noah already wiped his tears away before Joel could notice. He hugged Sarah and him at the same time before walking to me.

"Morning, birthday boy." I whispered in his ear--kissing his cheek as he hugged me. "Morning, beautiful." He kissed me on the lips as our kids gagged at the table. "Oh, hush." I chuckled as he let me go.

I served them breakfast and pinched Noah's cheek when he kept staring at me. "Make it obvious why don't you." I whispered in his hair when I kissed his head.

Noah scoffed and kept eating, "Hitting the thirty-two mark, Joel." I chuckled. "Ugh, don't remind me." He sighed. "Ha, I'm nearing my thirties too." "Dang, mom, I thought you were thirty--Ow!" He chuckled when I hit his head with the kitchen rag.

I saw Joel chuckled as he chewed his food, Sarah smiled as she finished her meal. "So what are we going to do for Joel's birthday?" I asked the kids. "Let's go fishing!" Noah suggested. "What about bowling?" Sarah wondered.

I could see Joel slightly pause, a slight worried look wash over his features. "Joel? Something wrong?" I questioned him, Noah and Sarah both looked at him as he rested one arm on the table. "About today. . . I have work-" "Again!" Sarah groaned, "It's your birthday, dad!" "I know it's my birthday, but the schedule got messed up. Now they're askin' me and Tommy to work today." "Well, how long is the shift?" I inquired as Noah collected the plates from me and Sarah.

Joel shrugged with a upset expression, Noah collected his empty plate as well before carrying them to the sink. "Depends, maybe a few hours or. . ." "Or longer?" Noah suggested, "It's okay, we can stay up and wait for you. Right, Sarah?" "Uh huh, we can sell drugs and give you the money."

I rolled my eyes as I grinned at Joel, "You don't need to worry, Joel. And you two need to sleep, tomorrow is a school day." "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin your plans-" "Don't apologize, Joel. We still have tomorrow." I told him.

I got up and hugged him, which led to him pulling me into his lap. "Dad." Sarah groaned, "No kissing in front of us-" "I'm breakin' the rules then." He told her before he kissed me. Noah gagged again as he ran up the stairs.

"Be careful, okay." I said to him. "I know, sweetheart."

He got dressed for his work and headed out, that just left me and the kids. I was off work today, which I was grateful for. Noah and Sarah asked if I could help take them to a watch shop.

Which I agreed to, she used the money Noah helped her get to buy a brand new watch for Joel. "Why didn't I think of a watch?" I sighed, "Where'd you even get the cash for this?" "Drugs-" "No, we just gambled with our school friends, we won by working together." Noah chuckled.

I eyed his suspiciously, ". . . Okay, we cheated, but we still got the cash." ". . . That's my boy." I ruffled his hair as the cashier handed Sarah the box that carried the brand new watch.

We stayed inside of the house and had fun watching the TV, Star Wars was the main deal between the two. Sarah wanted to watch Dawn of the Wolf, and Noah wanted to watch Jurassic Park. I settled on Star Wars for the two.

It caught their interest at least. "Haha! That's what Joel sounds like in the morning." Noah chuckled as he pointed at Darth Vader. "No, he doesn't. He sounds more like Chewie." "Bahaha!" "He does not." I chuckled. "So. . . what are you going to name it?" Sarah asked.

I looked at her as she rested her head in my lap, I brushed my fingers through her short blonde hair. My ring glimmered from the light as I brushed through her hair. "I don't know. . ." "Do you think it will be a boy or a girl?" Noah wondered. "I don't know. I'm just happy that this is even happening again." "Why are you so happy about it?" Sarah inquired. "Because, usually I can't even get to this stage at all. Noah was the lucky one. . . but now this baby is a second."

Sarah smiled as she cuddled closer to me, Noah rested his head on my shoulder as we watched Star Wars. Daylight was fading into night, the seconds turned to minutes, minutes into hours before we started to fall asleep.

First it was Noah, then Sarah. Not too long after, I slowly started to shut my eyes. Sleep started to hit me before I heard the jingling of keys in the door. I snapped myself awake as I looked to the door.

Seeing it open and Joel enter the house, I instantly stood up. Being careful with the two waking children. "Tommy, I-. . . Tommy. Tommy, listen to me. He's the contractor, okay? I can't lose this job. I understand. . . Let's talk about this in the morning, okay? We'll talk about it in the morning. Alright, goodnight." He said.

I turned on the light, which helped wake up the kids. "Hey." Sarah yawned. "See, told ya, we'd stay up." Noah stretched. Joel sighed as he walked to the couch. "Scoot." He told the two.

They moved aside as I walked to the kitchen, seeing the box where I hid the pregnancy test. I felt my heart pounding as I looked at the three on the couch. "Fun day at work, old man?" Noah mumbled as he sat up. "What are you two still doing up? It's late." Joel said as he rubbed his eyes.

Sarah gasped as she looked at the clock above them, "Oh crud. What time is it?" "It's way past your bedtimes." Joel replied. "But it is still today, dad." Noah chuckled as Sarah retrieved the box.

I set my gift on the counter and watched them, printing the moment in my mind as I watched Noah smile as he glanced at Joel then the box, then Joel again. "Honey, please not right now. I do not have the energy for this." He sighed. "Here." She grinned as she handed him the small box. "Huh? What's this?" He asked. "Your birthday. Noah helped me. . ."

Joel glanced over at me--I winked as he started to open it. I could see the surprised and grateful expression in his eyes as I walked closer. "You kept complaining about your broken watch to us. . . So Sarah figured, you know." Noah mumbled. "You like it?" Sarah wondered. "Honey, this is. . ." He lightly shook the watched as he wrapped it around his wrist.

He brought it to his ear as he hummed. "What?" She and Noah asked. "It's nice, but I-I think it's stuck. It's not-" "What? No, no, no, no." Sarah whispered as she took his hand and listened to the watch.

My heart stopped when I thought if it was truly broken, only to feel stupid afterwards when she shoved his hand away. "Oh, ha, ha." She scoffed. Noah groaned and sat back on the couch. "Still got jokes." I chuckled.

Joel looked at me and smirked, "Where they'd get the money for this?" "Drugs. We sell hardcore drugs." Noah grinned. "Oh, good. Y'all can start helping out with the mortgage then." He sighed as he turned on the TV for them before getting up. "Stsh--yeah, you wish." Sarah laughed as she laid back down. "Mom has a gift for you." Noah yawned

I smiled as Joel approached me--letting his hands pull me closer by my hips. He kissed my cheek and hugged me. "M'sorry I'm late." He whispered to me. "Don't be, I'm glad you're back." I kissed him before glancing at the kids who had already fallen asleep.

"Something wrong?" He asked me. "No, nothings wrong. It's perfect." I told him, I kissed him again--hugging my arms around his shoulders, "I love you, Joel." "I love you, too, darlin'. So much." He smiled tiredly.

I kissed his jaw and then his nose, being thirty-two, he still looked sexy. "And to think I had two special presents for you." I whispered to him. His breathless chuckles made my stomach flutter as he cupped my lower back. "Two presents? And they're special? Y'don't mind tellin' me, do you?" He smirked. "I do mind, actually. But since it's not your birthday anymore, I guess you can't get them-" "No, baby, c'mon, don't do that to me." He grinned. "First let's carry them to bed." I suggested.

Joel nodded and allowed me to help carry the two into their bedrooms. We kissed them both goodnight, afterwards Joel led me out to the backyard patio. He lifted my hand and kissed it, I let him sit down in a chair.

"So what was my first gift?" He smirked as he caressed my hand. "It was going to be a night of you and in me in bed together, where I would've been the one to pleasure you only. But I suppose we can think of something else to do for the moment."

He chuckled as he traced the ring on my finger, "And what about the second?" "Well. . . Let me go get it." I smiled, I hurried inside and grabbed the small wrapped box. I walked out and presented it to him, "I just hope this doesn't. . . cause anything to happen between us."

"Nothing is goin' to happen, why are you so worried?" "Because this is a big deal and. . . I'm excited. Open it!" I smiled, he started to open the wrapping before something crashed from next door.

"What was that?" I muttered. "I don't know. . ." He stood and looked at the neighbors house. "Joel. . .?" "Stay here-" "What? No, I'm coming with you-" "Y/n, I don't think-"

We were cut off by one of the Cooper's screaming bloody murder. "Oh my go- Joel, we have to call the cops." "You stay with the kids. I'll be back." "Joel!" I whispered as he quickly hurried to the neighbors house.

I turned and ran back to the kids, I wanted to run after him, but I knew that was dangerous to whatever that was out there.

"Uncle Tommy, what time is it?" I heard Sarah ask after I heard a phone ring. Tommy was calling? This was serious if Tommy contacted us. "Uncle Tommy? Hello?" "What was that all about?" Noah asked. I hurried up the stairs and saw the two looking into Joel's bedroom.

"Dad? Daddy? Mom? You in here?" Sarah asked. "Kids, I'm right here." I said, Sarah hugged me as Noah looked at the TV screen. "It appears that what we initially reported as riots seem to be somehow connected to the nationwide pandemic."

"Where the heck is dad?" Sarah asked me. "He went to check on the neighbors-" "We've received reports that victims afflicted with the infection show signs of increased aggression and-" "That's nearby." Noah muttered as he looked out the window at the city.

"There's a gas leak. Hey--move!" A cop said to the reporter "There's some commotion coming from beh-" "Get out of here!" "Lady, get the hell outta here right-" An explosion erupted from the city and made the feed to go dead. "Uh. . .what was that?" Sarah mumbled as she and Noah watched the smoke of the explosion from the window.

"Mom, what's going on?" Noah questioned. "I don't know, but we need to go downstairs. Right now."

Sarah found Joel's phone on the counter and brought it to us. "There's his phone. Eight missed calls? Tommy said: Where the hell are you? Call me. . . and On my way." "Even Tommy is worried." I grabbed my phone and looked at the missed calls I had from my brothers.

Please let this be a bad dream, please let me wake up. . .

To be continued.

#fanfic #smutwarning #slow burn #joel miller #joel miller angst #joel miller smut #joel the last of us #joel tlou #the last of us #ellie williams #joel x reader #joel x y/n #joel x you #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x original character #tlou2 #tlou fanfiction #tlou1 #tlou

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ashetherando · 2 years

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Date Night| Glitch! Turbo x Human! Reader

Requested by JulianToons

Ps. I’m writing this on my phone, so this is kinda wonky-

Context: Turbos body cannot handle the sudden changes to his world to our world, so he will glitch to his regular form (Turbo) to King Candy, and his Cy-Bug form based off of his emotions (sorta like turning red) aggressive emotions (anger, obsession, and jealously) will be his cy-bug form, happy emotions (joy, excitement, and hyper) will be his King Candy, other emotions (fear, disgust, etc) will be in his Turbo form.

3rd POV It’s been at least a few months with Turbo living in your home, Turbo would constantly ask for you to at least go to the the park for your first date, but you would say no due to how his body is like. You would be brushing your teeth or making coffee before Turbo would ask that specific sentence “can we go on a date” “no” “damn it!” And he would walk away. Today was different though, he didn’t mentioned about at all, in fact he was in his King Candy form half of the day your were awake. You grabbed your coat before you left for work “alright, what’s the hub up?” “What do you mean, my dear? I couldn’t be happy with the love of my life!” “You are allowed to do that, but I have a feeling that you did something, you didn’t even mentioned about that date thing!” “I just thought that you were right, until I get my emotions straight we won’t be in any dates!” You blinked in confusion “uhh, you listened to me? For once?” “Hon, you are gonna be late for work if you are gonna stand here with your jaw open” you snapped thoughts and nodded “right, bye, turbo! You know the rules!” You put on your coat “foods in the fridge, don’t answer the door for strangers, and don’t destroy anything and blame it on my cy-bug form!” Turbo list the things what not to do “thank you” you smiled as you opened the door and step forward out the door “wait!” You turned and Turbo kissed you on the lips “see you later, sugarcub!” You blushed and smiled “see you later, Turbo” you get in your car and drove off.

Turbo watched you drove away, waving at you bye before he cannot see your car. He went inside and closed the door “okay, I need to be more pushy with the whole date thing..hmm” he thought for a long while “I’m sure (y/n) would kill me if I would raise the electric bill for a date” and idea popped in his head “I got it! A Movie night! Both a date and I get to have my emotions run wild!” He cheered, he ran over to the TV and got on to Netflix and scroll on the options “why dose the Netflix originals suck, we watched almost half of the movies here!” It’s quite rare to find good movies or shows that it don’t get canceled or removed from the platform, he remembers very vividly that it was 12pm and he heard you yelled angrily at the TV because they gotten rid of the cartoon adaptation of him or at least one nostalgia show that you wanted to watch with your lunch while Turbo was having his afternoon nap. Turbo switched over to Hulu which took awhile from how uneducated he is with the internet and technology, he’s only good at messing up coding and racing! He scrolled a bit more before he gave up. He’s eyes was now hooked on the VHS player next to the older Nintendo. He tilted his head he does remember a bunch of boxes in the basement where he slept. He got off the couch and went down the basement and over to the boxes that was covered in cotton candy webs, he swiped the cotton candy away and start opening random boxes. From weird stuff that he see inside of the boxes like random clothes, books, and holiday stuff that is not hung up yet, he now knows what clothes he now owns and smells next! He finally found the box full of VHS tapes some of the them have covers and some of them don’t, he picked up the box and struggle to stake up the stairs to the living room, he’s height didn’t go well along with the box weight, he was leaned backwards and struggled to take up the stairs “come on!” He was scared that if he would fall down the stairs and destroy your VHS tapes! He managed to get to the door and try to use his other hand to open the door “almost..Got it!” He opened the door and placed it on the coffee table. He looked inside, there was allot of Disney Movies, cartoons like Super Marios Brothers Super Shows. He placed it on the coffee table gently, he managed to finalized what he wanted to watch Halloween! Fall is coming up and he wanted to be theme oriented! He doesn’t know why there’s a person with a mask, but he doesn’t care! He gets to hang out with you! He glitches a bit to his cy-bug form then back to King Candy he giggled as he placed the rest of VHS tapes back into the box. He doesn’t want to go back downstairs with the stairs of death and the box of the grim reaper, he’ll wait until he goes to bed to place them down. He pushed the box next to the couch then placed the tape down and think about the things to make this date successful!

After a long day, he heard your car pull up from the drive way. He decorated almost half of the of the living room, he ran over to the door and opened the door “(y/n)! Welcome home!” Turbo smiled at you as you closed your door and yawned, oh no… ”are you okay? Did you sleep well? Do you want coffee?” Turbo bomb barded (y/n) with questions “I’m fine, Turbo, I just need a nap or a full blown sleep until I’m 40” you smiled and chuckled “don’t worry! I’ll be right back! Stay here!” “There’s no way I’m getting kicked out of my own home!” You heard a bunch of noises and a couple of crashes “that’s it” you pulled out your house keys and unlocked the door “Turbo!” You closed the door, removed your shoes and coat then ran into the kitchen/Living room, it was a mess the kitchen was in while turbo was glitching like crazy, shifting to his multiple forms while grabbing coffee cups “turbo!” Worry filled you “don’t worry, (y/n) hohoho! We’ll have this movie date!” That is what is about!? “Turbo” you went over and placed him down, and grabbed the coffee cup and placed it on the counter “Turbo, what is up with you about this whole date obsession?” You we’re concerned about him, he was stressed out to the point he was glitching like crazy! You went to him and crouched down to his level “listen, I understand that you want to do something romantic between the two of us, but not until you get your behavior under control or figure out how to me calm. No outside dates” he looked up at with confusion “you didn’t say ‘no dates’” “well, you worked hard to make all of this, so our first date will be here having a movie night” you smiled at him. His eyes widen and smiled as he glitched to Turbo “alright! Let’s go, let’s go!” He pushed you to the couch and forced you to sit down. He ran over to the VHS player and played the movie “what movie did you pick?” “It was called Halloween, so theme oriented! Hoho!” He cling onto you as the movie rolls on “uh-Turbo-“ “hush! Movie starting”

After the movie, you fell asleep but Turbo was still awake, glitching from his turbo and king Candy form. He was thinking of the gory scenes that put him in the fear state but he’s happy to be with you, he looked over and see you asleep “so…(beautiful/handsome)” he went over to you as he glitched to his Cy-big form, he does still have some obsession for you ever since he managed to glitched to your world to see you. He grabbed you and curled into a ball, spooning you. You were small compared to him, he closed his eyes and also fell asleep.

#king candy x reader #king candy cybug #turbo wreck it ralph #turbo x reader #wreck it ralph king candy #wreck it ralph x reader

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writteninthesewalls28 · 4 months

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Family

A story about a girl wanting to find out the truth

A/n: First chapter, here we go!

Warnings: a few curse words maybe

Knowing Calum is finally home and not somewhere around the world on tour makes me feel safe. Our huge house in Adelaide doesn’t feel that empty when he’s in it. He makes life better for me. "Hey, Calum?" I asked him as we were sitting at the dining table, eating the delicious dinner we made together as a tradition of him coming back from tour. "Yes, sweetie?" I took a deep breath.

"You know about my parents right?" His facial expressions changed all of a sudden. He looked kind of worried.

"And why I came to Australia in 2011 in the first place?" He nodded, though he seemed very distant, not knowing how he should react.

"Yes, you told me, you got told they live here, in South Australia."

I remembered that day very vividly. It was after 3 months of my visit, where Calum came up to me and told me, he felt like something's going on, I acted strange. So I told him about how scared I was, I wanted to find them so bad, but what if I can’t handle the truth. He listened, and gave me long, warm hug. That’s all I wanted.

"Yeah, that’s right, somewhere here." I said, nearly whispering, knowing Calum will always understand me.

"I kinda wanna find them now. I think I'm ready for it." I made the promise to myself when I was 17, a scared little teen in Australia, I would find them someday. And with Calum not going on tour any time soon, I feel save.

"You are sure, you are ready for it? You don’t feel pressured? Did anybody say anything about it?" I loved Calum for his caring personality, he was very empathetic and read me like an open book, always knowing when I wasn’t feeling well or got a panic attack.

“No, I just want to know the truth. I want to know from where I am. Do I have the same eye color as my dad? Does my mom have the same dark hair?" He reached my hand and grabbed it, looking into my eyes. "Okay sweets, we can do this, I'll help you." I knew he'd say that, that’s why I wanted to talk.

"Cal… I want to do this alone. It’s my family, my history. I wanna try finding them on my own. Finally closing up on that." It broke my heart into a million pieces to see this hurt look in his eyes, letting go of my hand, slowly, carefully.

"It’s nothing against you. Really. I-" He interrupted me.

"No, stop. I get it. You have to do this alone Milly." Silence. No one moved or said anything. We sat there silently eating our meal. He was the first to break it.

"I’m gonna go to Lukes' for the new track." It hurt me, seeing him leaving. I knew it wasn’t for forever, but I hurt him with rejecting him when he just wanted to help me.

Cal's POV:

He approached Luke's doorstep and hit the doorbell, putting all of his anger and confusion into it. Why doesn’t she want his help? He couldn’t think about his thought because Michael opened the door for him, smiling mischievously at him.

"Hey man, could you help me and Ashton with pranking L— Is everything okay bud?“ "Yeah, everything's fine, why would I not be okay?" Calum answers and follows Micheal into the house to the living room, where the other sit, very concentrated with guitar and pen in their hands. He silently sits down next to Ash and takes one of Lukes guitars next to him.

"Hey, I thought you said you didn’t come today cause of the dinner with-" Calum interrupts Luke by saying.

"Milly? Yeah, turns out she doesn’t need me." All he felt was anger. Some people describe the feeling as red, but he wasn’t able to find a color to fit the emotion he felt. It was driving him crazy. He wanted to destroy something, start a fight with someone. Just do anything. So he stood up and took the wooden chair next to him, but before he could smash it to the ground, he felt two strong hands from behind, grabbing him.

"Calum!" Luke shouted, he held him at his shoulders.

"What is going on?! That isn’t you! You NEVER do things like that." Micheal appeared and took the chair out of his hands, putting it back on the stop where it stood before Calum took it. He slowly closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Why did he feel this way?

"Come on, sit back down." Luke said to him, his hands still resting at his shoulders. He did what his best friend told him to. He sat back on the sofa, hiding his face in his hands. Now it was Ashton who placed his hand softly on his arm.

"Hey… What’s wrong? We’re your friends, your partners, you can talk to us." Once again, he took a breath and said:

"Milly wants to find her parents." He looked at their faces, their reaction. Confused. Clearly. Micheal was the first to talk.

"Yeah, but what’s wrong with that? She just wants to find out the truth about her heritage. Why things happened." He was right, Calum knew that, but it wasn’t that part of the story where he got so upset. "She wants to do all that alone." When nobody said anything, he added:

"Find them alone." Tears started to form in his eyes. The way she rejected him was not easy for him to handle. But he couldn’t explain his feelings. They were just there. Existing.

"How are you feeling about that?" Luke asked.

"Angry." That was all he could say. He could think of.

"But what exactly makes you that angry?" That was Ashton.

"I don’t know, I'm just—" He broke up, tears falling down. Luke quickly hugged him, wrapping his arm around his waist. As he let go of him, Luke looked in his eyes and said:

"Are you scared?" His first impression would be to shout 'No!' but when he thought about it…

"I'm scared to loose her, scared because I can’t help her in case something happens." This realization overwhelmed him. He wasn’t upset because she rejected him, he felt this way because he felt helpless, out of control.

"You are a perfect boyfriend Cal, just be there for her when she needs it, but let her do this alone. Please." Micheal said.

"But what if I can’t fix it? What if I'm not able to fix her when they break her?" I got compassionate looks from all three of them, before Luke said:

"In case that happens, you'll be there for her, I know you will. And you will help her. It'll work out Cal. Everything always works out, even if you can’t see it yet."

#maddys fanfic

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natsfirecat · 3 years

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Okay! Here’s my request:

Natasha x asexual reader (female),where Natasha confesses her feelings for the reader, but the reader reluctantly rejects her. So after turning down Natasha’s declaration of love, the reader can’t stand seeing Natasha all beaten down and upset, so the reader confesses that she is asexual, telling Natasha that she deserves to be with someone who can give her everything and satisfy her needs. That the reader won’t be enough, no matter how much in love she is with Natasha. But little does the reader know, Natasha doesn’t want those needs, but you.

What do you think? 😃🖤💜🤍

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pairing: Natasha Romanoff x asexual fem reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: much to her dismay, r has to reject her crush, natasha

warnings: swearing, drinking, mentions of sex and sexual attraction, lmk if i need to add any more

A/N: thank you for this request! i love writing for asexual reader sm! i hope you like it, and remember that aces are valid and amazing! :D

also not proofread very well. i'm tired and too lazy rn lmao

You fiddled with your ring, staring blankly at the wall. You had just gotten home from a mission, and needed some time to rest up.

The mission had gone well, you went with Natasha. Your task was to stop a HYDRA attack on civilians. Everything went as planned, and there were no casualties.

Now that you were back, all you wanted to do was rest up and relax.

So, you did just that.

You only woke a few hours later because of Natasha calling you, saying that you had to debrief the mission.

So you reluctantly got out of bed, and made your way to the meeting room.

Fury was there, reading files, and Natasha sat in her usual seat. Her face lit up when you walked in, then she waved and motioned for you to sit down.

As Fury started going over the mission, you just gave short, straight to the point answers to his questions.

It wasn’t until Natasha gave a detailed summary that he let you leave.

While walking out the room, she stopped you.

“Are you going to Tony’s party tonight?”

“Wanda’s making me,”

She laughed, knowing that you most definitely would not be going to a social gathering unless one of your friends forced you.

“Well, I think it’ll be fun. I’ll see you there,”

You were about to shrug and go on a rant about how Tony’s parties were very much overrated, but she simply waved goodbye and made her way down the hallway back to her room.

You were about to do the same before you felt someone tap your arm from behind.

You whipped around, then grinned to see Carol.

“You’ve been back and haven’t seen me yet?”

“Sorry…” you muttered, suddenly feeling guilty.

“You can make it up to me by getting me food,”

You rolled your eyes, then agreed, knowing you would get yourself food too.

She gave you a satisfied smile before beginning to walk down the steps towards the garage of cars.

She stepped into the driver’s seat of course, while you followed behind in the passenger’s seat.

“IHOP?” She asked, despite the fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon.

“Yes!”

“Great, you’re buying!”

You rolled your eyes, already knowing she would say that.

“So how’d the mission go?” She asked.

“It was fine, nothing exciting happened.

“As soon as we convince Fury to let you come to space with me for missions, things will get a lot more exciting for you,”

You smiled, then chuckled at her statement.

She would talk to you about space all the time, and you had often expressed interest in it. So she took it upon herself to make a slideshow presentation about why you should be allowed to go with her to space. It still needed some work, but she was absolutely planning on presenting it to Fury when it was done.

“Where will you take me?”

“Well we’d start off with something close, maybe not exit the galaxy neighborhood quite yet,”

You laughed again, looking forward to your space adventures with your best friend.

Carol had eaten about a quarter of her food before she broke the silence,

“So I heard you tell Natasha that you’re going tonight,”

“Yeah,” you said with a shrug, choosing to stare at your pancakes instead of making eye contact.

“Well that’s good, maybe you guys can talk and…”

“And what?” You were beginning to get a little irritated.

“Oh come on! We both know how you feel. Why can’t you just talk with her about it?”

“You know why, Carol,” you said as you subconsciously began to fidget with the black ring you always wore on the middle finger of your right hand.

She sighed, not wanting to fight you on this. So she went back to eating her pancakes, and didn’t say another word about it to you.

As you reluctantly promised, you were at the party that night. Not wanting to engage too much, you stood off at the edge of the room, taking a small sip of your drink.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Wanda and Natasha talking. You thought nothing of it, until you saw Wanda wink at her.

You turned your head to the side, then accidentally made eye contact.

Quickly shifting your gaze to the floor, you took another sip of your drink to hide your embarrassment.

You then decided to walk away, not wanting to create any more awkward tension.

You made your way into the next room until you almost bumped into Sam, who gave you a weird look as he stepped away from you.

“You alright, L/N?” He asked.

“I’m good!” You told him, quickly walking away.

When you finally got to the corner of the other room, you took a deep breath. You finally let yourself relax against the wall, away from the person you wanted to avoid tonight.

You closed your eyes for a minute, pretending you weren’t here.

For just a moment, it worked; you weren’t a loud, crowded party. You were just happy in your room watching movies and eating popcorn. No one was bothering you, and you didn’t have to worry about anything.

Unfortunately, your moment didn’t last.

Your eyes opened again when you heard your name called several times. Standing in front of you, was Natasha.

You noticed both Wanda and Carol standing at the door, watching the both of you.

“Hi, Y/N,” she said, her voice shakier than normal. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about, can we talk somewhere more private?”

You nodded, then began to follow her back the way you came until you were in another hallway that didn’t have anyone in it.

“Y/N,” she began. “I’ve always liked you as a person, I think you’re brilliant on the field, and I just love being around you. I feel these things around you, and it’s scary. But there’s something between us, I can feel it, and I think you feel it too. I’d like to explore these feelings, so… would you want to go out together… on a date?”

You let out a sigh as your heart dropped. You felt tears coming to your eyes as you thought about what she was saying to you. As much as it would hurt both of you, you had to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Natasha, but no. I can’t.”

“Oh-” she was taken aback from your response, unable to hide the disappointment in her voice. “This was stupid, you’re right. I’m sorry for even asking in the first place, I-” she couldn’t even finish her sentence before walking off, leaving you alone.

Two days later, Natasha had barely left her room. She stayed under the covers, mostly trying to sleep. Of course, it eventually turned into hours of staring at the ceiling while her stomach was in knots.

So, she took a sip from the bottle of vodka she brought up to her room, and leaned back against the headboard.

As soon as she felt tears forming in her eyes, she grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. She watched the saddest movies and TV shows she could think of, and ended up finishing the entire bottle.

If she was going to be sad and cry, it would be from too much drinking while watching sad stuff. It wouldn’t be from you. Natasha refused to let herself cry over a simple rejection.

But it wasn’t a simple rejection.

She’s had these feelings for you for months.

Your smile has made her heart flutter since your first mission with her. She vividly remembers the way your eyes lit up when you found out you were paired with her.

The two of you ended up working so well together. At the end of the mission, you held both your hands up for a double high five. The gesture confused her at first, but she eventually gave in and placed her hands against yours. That’s when you gave her the same smile that still gives her butterflies.

She didn’t even start to notice it until a few months ago, when Clint called her out on it. He noticed that your name was brought up in their conversations a lot. So he blatantly asked her what her feelings for you were.

Of course, she denied everything at first. You were just a friend who was nice to work with. Nothing more.

She didn’t fully realize it until Wanda called her out on it too.

You were eating breakfast, and Natasha’s eyes never left you. You exchanged smiles a few times, and the butterfly feeling in her stomach kept growing.

Wanda saw, feeling a smile grow on her face as she glanced between the two of you. Of course, her powers made this even more fun for her.

While she didn’t usually like to invade people’s private thoughts, especially her friends’, Natasha’s thoughts were loud. Yours too.

So after you got up, and waved goodbye to the both of them, Wanda immediately cornered Natasha. Normally, she wouldn’t do something like that to the assassin, but she felt okay with it considering that her thoughts of you softened her up a bit.

“So, when are you planning on asking Y/N out?” She asked her.

“What are you talking about?”

“You guys would make such a good couple, you should ask her out!”

“Absolutely not! We’re just friends,”

Wanda let out a huff, then rolled her eyes.

“You seem to forget that I’m a telepath,”

This time, Natasha rolled her eyes at her.

“Stay out of my head, Maximoff,”

And with that, she walked away, not wanting to talk about it any longer.

Of course, Wanda had other plans.

The next week, she made mental notes of how the two of you would interact. No matter how much you both denied it, she knew you had feelings for each other.

While you smiled around everyone, you smiled the most around her. Your eyes would light up, and you’d be grinning from ear to ear. And your smile would usually cause her to reciprocate it. She rarely smiled, but she was okay with you seeing her smile.

On top of that, Wanda noticed all the small gestures you would do for each other.

She would pack your bag for missions often, and you would share your food with her.

While both of those things could be seen as platonic, she knew better. You definitely had feelings for each other.

So when she brought it up to Natasha again, she couldn’t even deny it this time.

“Tell anyone, and I’ll make you feel pain you didn’t even know could be felt,” Natasha threatened her.

Wanda nodded, promising that she only wanted to help her.

Eventually, the assassin gave in and let her plan the whole thing out.

It would work out in the end, it had to.

Now, Natasha let out a growl of frustration as Wanda entered her room.

“Can you at least knock?”

“I’m worried about you, Nat,”

Despite her glares, Wanda continued walking towards her until she sat down on the foot of her bed.

“Why do you even care? You lied to me, you said it would work!”

“I really thought it would, I’m so sorry. But you can’t keep yourself locked in here, we’re all worried about you,”

“I can’t face her after I humiliated myself like that. Why would you tell me she had feelings for me too? You said you could tell from her thoughts, but she clearly doesn’t see me that way. Now I’ve probably ruined my friendship with her too.”

“I don’t know why that happened,”

“Please, just leave me alone.”

Letting out a disappointed sigh, Wanda realized this would get her nowhere. Natasha still needed a bit more time.

As she saw her friend leave the room, she finally allowed the tears to fall again.

She hated herself for it, but maybe she actually was crying over you.

It wasn’t like you were doing any better.

You only left your room to train with Carol, and to bring food back up to your room since you didn’t want to eat with everyone else.

You couldn’t help but notice the way Wanda glared at you when you passed her in the hallway. You ended up glaring right back, surprised by her sudden hostility towards you.

The two of you had been relatively close, but she was especially close with Natasha. You knew you had hurt her with your rejection, but in the end, you were doing her a favor.

She’d understand that eventually, and hopefully, so would Wanda.

For now, you lay in bed. You were clinging tightly onto your pillow, letting a few sobs escape.

Even though you knew the rejection was for the best, for both you and Natasha, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

You were only saving the both of you from future heartbreak. It would be worth it eventually. Soon enough, you’d both get over it and go back to being the friends you once were.

However, now you continued crying into your pillow.

You wished you could just turn feelings on and off with a switch, but you couldn’t. It would make things so much easier if these feelings didn’t exist in the first place.

You had tried to suppress and deny them at first.

You ignored the way you felt yourself smiling more at her. You ignored the way you felt like you were on top of the world when she returned your smile. You ignored the way your stomach turned into a knot of nerves whenever you touched; whether it was a full on hug or just fingers brushing past each other in the hallway.

When she sat next to you on movie night though, closer than she normally did, that’s when you realized you couldn’t ignore the feelings anymore.

You wanted to completely close the distance between the two of you, and snuggle completely into her. You wanted to kiss her, and hold her tight. You wanted everything to do with her.

But you couldn’t have her, and it hurt like hell.

After another two days, Carol came barging into your room.

“Y/N, what the fuck?” She said, getting straight to the point.

Your eyes widened, but you said nothing as she sat down and glared at you.

“You’ve been sulking for days, and haven’t done anything about it,”

You shrugged, sinking back father into the bed.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her!”

“No! I’m just gonna stay here until my feelings go away,”

“Y/N, I love you, platonically, but sometimes you’re the dumbest person I know,”

“Thanks, Carol,”

“Your feelings aren’t gonna magically go away like that. If you don’t wanna date her, then at least talk to her so you can both have some closure on this!”

“I can’t, she’d never understand and it’d just be a whole thing, and I don’t want that,”

“You explained it to me and I understood,”

“Well yeah, cuz it doesn’t affect you at all. It affects her because it’s the reason I can’t be with her,”

“Have you ever thought to consider that maybe she wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course she’d mind, Carol,”

Sighing, your best friend decided she wasn’t gonna win this battle today.

Despite her anger towards you, she still reached over and hugged you before getting up and leaving.

Once again, you were left alone in your own misery.

You began to fidget with your ring, staring at the flag on your wall. The black, grey, white, and purple colors stood out against the wall, adding a nice touch to your room.

You were obviously proud and unashamed of who you were, but that didn’t change the fact that so many people didn’t understand it. So it was just easier to not bring it up. Maybe one day you could find someone like you, who’d understand.

Tears began to fill your eyes as you thought about Natasha. You hated that you had to do this.

You weren’t even sure if you would be able to salvage your friendship at the end of this. That just made everything worse.

You lay back down again, clinging onto the pillow once more.

You remembered the way you felt when Natasha first smiled at you. You remembered the happiness she made you feel. You remembered just how much you wanted to be around her.

Luckily, your thoughts of misery finally stopped when you managed to fall asleep.

The next day, Carol dragged you out of your room. Literally dragged, she grabbed both your wrists and pulled you out of the bed until you hit the floor.

“Ow! What the fuck?”

“No more sulking, you’re getting up and not coming back to your room until tonight. Let’s go,”

You sighed in defeat, then stood up, following her out of your room.

She dragged you downstairs to the kitchen, where she already had breakfast laying out for you.

As annoyed as you were with her, you definitely thought it was sweet that she was going through all this effort for you.

So you sat down and began eating, forcing a smile. You were still hurting, but for now, you could fake it in front of your friend.

She sat down next to you, and seemed satisfied.

You gave a small smile, then continued eating.

It was progress.

When Natasha finally came down, you were the last person she expected to see. Her bloodshot, puffy eyes widened as she saw you with Carol.

She immediately looked away, not wanting to face you, especially like this.

Unfortunately for her, you had already made eye contact for a moment. You took in her appearance, letting out a deep exhale.

She refused to say anything, then turned around as if she had never been there in the first place.

As soon as she left, you turned back to Carol.

“I really messed up, didn’t I?”

As much as the logical part of your mind tried to convince you not to do this, the other part was currently making you.

So now, you stood outside Natasha’s bedroom, hand hovering over the door, prepared to knock.

You took in a few deep breaths, trying to prepare yourself. Just as you were about to knock, the door swung open before you were ready.

“Y/N?” Natasha didn’t expect to see you after what happened. “What are you doing?”

“Can we please talk?”

She frowned, thinking about what happened the last time you two talked. But, she opened the door wider, letting you in.

You walked over to her bed, waiting for her to nod, giving you permission to sit down.

“I just wanted to start off by saying that I’m really sorry for this, for hurting you like that,”

“You don’t need to apologize. You can’t change how you feel.”

“I know, but here’s the thing; I have feelings for you too,”

Her eyes widened in both shock and confusion.

“Then why’d you say no?”

You took in a few more deep breaths, preparing yourself.

“I’m asexual,” you finally got out. “While I feel romantic attraction to you, and really like you, I’m not sexually attracted to you. I’m not sexually attracted to anyone.”

She tilted her head to the side, but continued listening as you went on.

“So as much as I do like you, it’s not fair for us to be together. You deserve someone who can give you everything you want and need in a relationship, and I can’t do that.” You told her, trying to prevent yourself from crying. “No matter how much I love you, I won’t be enough,”

That’s what broke you, causing the tears to stream down your face as they had so many times within the past few days. Telling her everything you had been thinking, and finally getting it out.

You noticed a few tears forming in her eyes as she sat down next to you, wrapping her arm around your shoulder.

“Thank you for telling me,” she said. “I wish you had told me earlier, though,”

“I know, I’m sorry,”

“You’re wrong though,”

“About what?”

“You are enough for me, Y/N. I don’t care about sex, I just want you.”

“Really? You mean it?”

“Of course I do,”

You let out a gasp, then turned and wrapped both your arms around her, leaning in between her chest and neck.

“You’re okay with kisses though, right?”

You smiled, then leaned in and crashed your lips against hers. That certainly answered her question.

It felt like a weight was lifted off the both of you. You loved being like this with her, lips connected and arms wrapped around one another. You never wanted to let go.

When you had to break apart for air, Natasha smirked at you.

“So how about that date now?”

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im-in-love-with-pizza-bites · 3 years

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Yours, Mine, Ours: Chapter 8

Single-Dad!Chris Evans X Single-Mom!Reader

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Series Summary: Your husband Caspian Richardson Senior died while serving in the military, so you move your three sons to Boston, MA. Where you meet an actor and his sweet daughter.

Chapter Summary: You tell the Boys about the date, it doesn't go well.

Series Warnings: Death of a spouse/parent, divorce of parents,

Chapter Warnings: FUCKING ANGST MAN this shit is sad, with some fluff tossed in there.

A/n: to differentiate between Caspian and his dad, his dad will be called Senior. If the characters are talking about him he'll either be dad, or senior. Sometimes referenced as his rank or last name depending on who talks about him.

You didn't know how you'd tell your sons. Caspian especially would not be happy, he's the one that remembers their dad the most, having spent the most time with him. You couldn't be positive on how he'd react until you told him. Jace and Connor came home first, on the bus.

"Boys! Come in here please!" You shouted from the living room. The two dropped their backpacks by the good before hurrying to the living room. "How was school?"

"Good! I got invited to sleepover at Gavin's house on Friday! His mom is gonna call you." Connor told you jumping onto the couch

"Gentle. I'll wait for her call." You smiled. "Jace how was your day?"

"Fine." Jace shrugged sitting on the couch.

"Okay well we need to talk." You said softly.

"About what?" Jace asked.

"You two know I love your dad, and I will always love him right?" They nodded not understanding what you were talking about. "Well Chris asked me to join him for dinner on Saturday."

"Oooh where are we going?" Connor asked.

"No it's just gonna be me and Chris, it's a date." You finished.

"Oh... Okay." Connor smiled seeming to take the news well. You look to jace who was clearly displeased with the news.

"Your trying to replace dad!" Jace exclaimed storming up the stairs tears in his eyes. He made it to his room hiding under the covers on his bed. How could you replace his dad so quickly? It's like his dad was nothing to you.

He was already having a bad day, kids were mean. They didn't know the effect of their words. They didn't know why Jace was fatherless. So they assume, they ridicule, they put him down to feel better about themselves. Now you were telling him you were going on a date. He didn't want a new dad, he wanted his dad back. He can vividly remember the day his dad died.

It was 4 PM he was walking back from his friend's house. The base was safe enough he could walk home alone even at 8 years old. His friend didn't live far anyway. He made it out front of the house before seeing two soldier on the porch. It was no secret what that means. He kept walking to the house, maybe it was something different, he did live on a army base. He gave himself false hope. He could just barely see the door open and you appear. He'll never forget the scream your let out, or how you fell on the floor. He knew it, his dad was gone. He pushed past the soldiers, he saw their mouth we moving but he heard nothing. He hugged you, and he cried.

"I'm sorry." Rang through finally before the soldiers left. The week following that was a blur, mostly tears. It didn't get better when he had to watch his father's casket be brought off a plane covered with an American flag. He didn't notice Caspian salute their dad as the casket passed, he didn't notice Connor hide his face in your side. All he focused on was the casket. Days after that didn't get better. Everyone flew out to Arlington cemetery as that's where Senior wanted to be buried. Right next to his grandparents, the boys' great grandparents. Wives of soldiers are sometimes allowed to be buried at Arlington.

Jace may have spent his whole life living on army bases but he's never seen so many soldiers till that day. Some he's known as they were friends of his dad. Others were there to help put on the traditional burial. Three songs were played the obvious song was Taps, since it's played at every military funeral. The other songs were, American soldier by Toby Keith and Mr Red, White, and Blue, by Coffey Anderson. Senior loved both songs relating to them, for obvious reasons. At the end he watch two soldiers fold up a flag and present it to you. It now sits in the living room in a small shadow box.

Jace never would understand why his dad was the one chosen. His thoughts were interrupted by you knocking on his door.

"Sweetie? Can we talk?" You said softly shutting the door before sitting on his bed.

"It's not fair." He muttered. "Everyone else have dads." He looked up at you teary-eyed it broke your heart.

"What do you mean buddy?" You asked putting a hand on his back.

"Everyone at school have dads. And they keep picking on me. And now your replacing him! You u can't replace him." Jace cried into his pillow.

"Jace I'm not replacing your dad with Chris. It's one date. What are the other kids saying?" You opened your arms so he could hug you. He accepted it hiding his face in your shoulder.

"They just keep talking about him. I can barely remember him! It's not fair Caspian has a bunch of memories and so do you but I don't." He whimpered. You sighed looking down at him.

"Okay, if the kids keep bullying you then tell your teacher, if she does nothing come to me okay?" He nodded. "Jace I know you miss your dad. I do too not a day goes by where I don't think about him. And I get to see bits and pieces of him in you and your brothers every day y'know."

"Really? Like what?" Jace sat up just as Connor walked in hesitantly. You waved him over to sit on the bed.

"Well let's see Connor has his eyes and his smile. You have his laugh and his attitude. Caspian acts just like him sometimes, you all have his hair. He'd be so proud of you two and your brother." You had a somber smile.

"Really?" Jace looked up at you.

"Of course he always bragged about how great you three were he couldn't wait for retirement." You sighed looking at Connor. "He was excited to coach your baseball team, and you soccer team. And man did he love watching Caspian play football. He made me send videos of every game you boys played. They're all saved on his phone." You gulped trying to keep from crying.

"Where is his phone?" Connor asked.

"My bedside table." You said. "Boys I want you both to know that no matter who I date I'll always love your dad, he always said that he wanted us to move on. He didn't want us to cry for the rest of our lives. He's watching over us from wherever he is and it would be pretty boring for him if we just cried." You joked the both chuckled.

"I guess that would be pretty boring."

"And it's no way for us to live. Okay?"

"Okay. I guess you dating Chris isn't that bad. I've always wanted a sister." Jace said.

"A little ahead of yourself there sweetheart. It's just one date." You chuckled. "Now how about I show you two how to make his favorite dinner?"

"Yeah!" They both exclaimed.

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A/n: I changed the way I do the taglist since I believe this looks better. I'm going to definitely incorporate more of the boys' point of view of their father's death. I'll probably do Caspian next.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 3 years

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Come Back Home

Pairing: Dick Grayson (DC Titans) x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of death and miscarriage

Word Count: 4.5K

Summary: Years after the two of you broke up, Dick Grayson comes back to your life. But he doesn’t know you’ve been hiding a secret all this time.

A/N: @imcarolinashannon and I were talking about angst fics so I decided to write this. I probably might do a second part so if you want to be tagged in that then just send me a message or something

Dick lounged comfortably in Donna’s living room. She promised to meet up with him but unfortunately, she was running late. Dick had no trouble letting himself in and laying down on her couch, waiting for her to get home.

He heard the door open and opted to stay silent, wanting to see her reaction when she realized he had broken in. Technically he hadn’t really broken in but used the key that she hid underneath the doormat.

He silently waited for Donna to come to the living room, feeling childish but at the same time anticipating it.

“Don?”

That wasn’t Donna’s voice.

“Don? You here? The door was left open…”

Dick stiffened. That voice. He’s heard that voice before.

“Don? I—” Your voiced cut off suddenly, whatever was in your hands slipped and fell to the ground. You barely even realized, just hearing a faint thump in the back of your head as the plastic bag hit the floor.

It had been so long.

Dick Grayson hadn’t changed one bit since the last time you had seen him. You on the other hand, looked like age had caught up with you, but in Dick’s eyes you looked as beautiful as the day he last saw you.

That day flashed vividly in his head. You looking beautiful and holding him close to your heart. The ache he felt that day. He couldn’t bear to say anything and break your heart. He couldn’t break your heart again. Saying goodbye to you while you were asleep. Leaving a note on the nightstand.

And then leaving without a second look back.

He never let himself rethink his decision. When he got drunk, he’d shed silent tears when he thought about you, but he’d never let himself call you up. When he got your letters, he’d keep them by his nightstand, but he’d never let himself read it. He feared he’d listen to you and come back.

He didn’t deserve to have you in his life again.

Looking at you again after all these years. He wondered if he made the right decision. He wondered if he should’ve just given into his selfishness. But beyond everything, the void in his heart was made that much more apparent to him when he noticed the way you were looking at him. It was guarded, but at the same time emotional.

It was like you felt something, but you didn’t want to show him.

It was like that for a few seconds, where you were just stuck staring at each other, frozen in time. Neither of you dared to move a muscle. It was calm, too calm. And the two of you were afraid that it would start a storm.

So just as quickly as you came, you backtracked and ran away.

“(Y/N) wait—!” Dick started, moving for you before he could stop himself. He couldn’t let you slip through his fingers. He just needed a few more minutes. A few more minutes to look at you and realize what he gave up. A few more minutes.

But you were already booking it down the hallway when he made it to the door. It was then he found the strength to stop himself. He had to. He couldn’t ask for you to wait. You probably waited a lot already. He couldn’t ask you to wait anymore.

So, he let you slip through his fingers again.

But this time it was him who had to watch you walk away.

And it was only then he realized how much it hurt to be left behind.

***

When the Titans split up you were the only one who remained in San Francisco. Waiting. Just waiting for someone to return. Anyone.

Everything happened so quickly. Garth was taken from you, as well as Jericho, and everything just changed in the span of a night. The family that you had built had broken and no one seemed to have the energy to put back the pieces together.

You remember the same monotonous days, the days where you couldn’t feel anything, when you just woke up to go back to sleep and slept to pretend that none of this ever happened. It was suffocating and exhausting, but you had no way to pull yourself out into the light.

You remember holding onto your fiancé a little tighter that night, your body shaking even though you weren’t cold. You remember sleeping a little heavier that night, as if your body couldn’t bear to wake up to this existence anymore. You remember feeling cold and empty.

You remember waking up to find the space next to you on the bed empty and you immediately knew what had happened. Dick had taken off. You had known it was coming, for a while now, but you couldn’t seem to believe it.

For a while you just stared at the note he left behind with an emotionless gaze. This week had been hell enough, what was another punch? At least things couldn’t get worse.

For a while you just held the note loosely between your fingers, not bothering to move from your bed. You knew you were supposed to be feeling sad, but your heart couldn’t afford it. You couldn’t feel anything anymore.

So, you just stood up from bed, moving unsteadily to the kitchen, not being able to process anything. You just went to the fridge and got yourself a glass of milk before going back to the couch and turning on the television. It was playing but you weren’t watching it.

The sorrow of losing your best friends and your fiancé didn’t hit you until a few days later. You ran out of milk and were looking for something else to drink. Opening the fridge reserved for alcohol, you grabbed whatever touched your fingers first.

An orange soda.

Then your gaze moved to the diamond ring sitting snugly on your finger. The bottle slipped through your fingers, falling onto the ground along with your body. You held yourself as you cried, screamed for someone to come back. For someone to save you through this loneliness.

You cried for what seemed like forever, until you felt dry and then you cried some more. You couldn’t even bring yourself to get off the floor, letting the sticky orange soda soak into your pants and the glass shards of the broken bottle sink into your legs.

Crying felt like the only thing you were capable of. You weren’t able to do anything else, even consoling yourself was far from your mind. All you could do was mourn the death of your friend and the death of your friendships.

Your breath left your body, your stomach churned painfully and your heart clenched in your chest. You couldn’t stand the thought of saying goodbye. You just couldn’t do what the others had and leave your family in the past. You couldn’t bring yourself to.

So, you waited, for someone to return, for anyone to return. You waited and waited, until it had been engrained into your behaviour, until it had been the first thing you thought about in the morning and the last thing you thought about at night. You waited.

You knew the day would come when this void in your heart would be filled.

If you had just waited.

But you eventually gave up the hope of them coming back, you gave it all up. You figured they would never come back home. That they found new homes. That they forgot about you. At this point you wondered if even one of your family members would return.

Nothing could have prepared you for Donna’s phone call one day. She told you that she was back in town and wanted to see you again. Something told you it was too good to be true. Something else told you to give into your pride and bail on her like she did so many years ago.

But against your better judgement, you still agreed to meet with her.

You weren’t expecting to come face to face with the man who left you behind so many years ago. However unhealthy it may have been, you never let yourself think about how you were really feeling when this devastation hit you.

You never tried to identify your feelings.

Rather, you tried to distract yourself and move forward. And it had worked. Until you made eye contact with Dick and had to wonder whether you should break down, get angry and scream or just be happy and relieved to see him again.

It was something you couldn’t handle. You couldn’t even begin to think about it. You couldn’t.

So, you didn’t have to think twice when your legs stumbled back and sprinted out of Donna’s apartment and out of the building.

Only when you were safely back home did you stop running, ignoring the calls from Donna for the rest of the day and instead drowning your sorrows in orange soda, trying to forget this ever happened.

***

Donna eventually managed to track you down to your apartment where you were just laying around your couch. While you were feeling overwhelmed to invite her into your home you were also excited to just sit down and talk with her again.

“Hey, (Y/N),” Donna smiled, pulling you in for a hug, “It’s been so long. Nice place you have here.” She commented, taking off her coat as you shut the door behind her.

“Oh, it’ just your run of the mill, one-bedroom apartment.” You said absentmindedly, “You can look around if you want.”

Donna did exactly that, moving to the passageway and then towards the one bedroom. The door was closed and she wondered if she was allowed to enter. You did say that you could look around so it wouldn’t do any harm.

“Hey, um, the door is locked.” She called out to you and there was an awkward beat of silence before you answered.

“Yeah, I, um, I keep the old suit and weapons there. Don’t want anybody to get in there, you know?”

Oh. Well, that made sense.

“Why don’t you come here and we can have a cup of tea of something.”

“So, what have you been up to?” You asked, getting a cup of tea ready for her. It had been a while since you had anyone in your place so you weren’t even sure where the second tea cup was.

“(Y/N), as much as I would love for this to just be a visit, I’m sorry but there’s something important that I have to tell you.”

Donna told you all about how Dick had reinstated the Titans and was actually in the city right now. You had already known that and made a conscious decision to stay far away from them. You had waited and waited and waited for them to return but when you finally moved on, they decide to show up again?

She told you about how each of the original Titans members were being targeted by an assassin, reasons and identity unknown and that she was here to bring you to the base for your protection.

“Listen, Donna, I hung up that suit a long time ago. If you guys are getting targeted then it’s probably because you started to get back into this life again. I’m fine and I haven’t been involved in it for a long time.” You told her.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I know but we all just think it would be safer—”

“Donna, I told you, I’ve moved on. I’m just an elementary school teacher now. No one is out to get me.”

A shot rang out through the apartment and your windows shattered.

The butt of the bullet shined from its hole in your wooden floors. It was a warning shot. And when you turned you saw the silhouette of a man on the roof of the apartment complex next to your building. He hid well and you couldn’t really make out any features.

The man held the gun up to eye level again and you jumped grabbing Donna’s arm and running towards the closet in the hallway before throwing it open and handing her a gun as shots rang out one after the other.

“I thought you said you kept all your superhero stuff in the other room?” She asked, seeing your costume hung in all it’s glory along with a number of weapons and gadgets.

“Is that really important now?!” You shouted, trying to pocket as many weapons as you could and then ran out into the hallway and past the staircase to the other side of the building

“What? (Y/N) what are we doing? The exit is over there!” She shouted, following you through the halls and she heard you click the safety off your gun before shooting at a lock and kicking the door open.

She ran behind you through an empty apartment and then through the window, scaling down the fire escape before making a break for it.

***

“So, you’re telling me I know have a target painted on my back because the rest of you couldn’t stop playing dress up?” You asked with a furious bite to your voice. The rest of the members held their head down, trying to avoid your gaze.

You were always the mother of the group, looking after people and making sure everyone was okay. But everybody knew when you were angry, there was nothing topping you from ripping them to shreds. The only thing they could do was try their hardest not to agitate you.

Even though none of them were scared of you and they probably could be equally matched with you in a fight. They would probably ever win, because you haven’t been out in the field for a year. But there was just something about your fiery gaze and your sharp voice that made their hearts quicken and them lower their heads in shame.

“(Y/N),” Dawn began with a placating voice, trying to put out your anger, “I know your mad but—”

“Mad?! I’m furious! What the hell were you imbeciles thinking?! Oh, let me guess, absolutely nothing!”

Usually when you were this angry, the team would send Dick your way, knowing that you could never stay angry with him for long. Even though years have passed and your relationship was now broken, it seemed like their strategies were still ingrained into their minds.

“(Y/N), look we just—” Dick began, moving towards you gently so he could hold you but you snapped at him, glaring at him so harshly that he actually took a few steps back and sat back into his seat.

“Oh, shut up, daddy issues! I don’t even wanna start with you!”

Hank immediately stood up then, getting annoyed with you constantly yelling at him. He was a grown man, why should he have to hear you shout at him like he was a little kid?

“Look, (Y/N), none of us—”

“Sit! The fuck! Down!”

No one could appreciate how funny Hank looked, slinking back to his seat like a kicked puppy.

“I seem to recall all of you saying that you wanted to leave this life behind! And now because none of you could actually give it up, my apartment is trashed, all my stuff probably has bullet holes and now I’m stuck here with no clothes, no stuff and all of you!”

“I could lend you some clothes if you like.” Donna said meekly from beside Dick, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

“Oh, well all of my problems are solved! Thank you so much!”

“I can’t believe this.” You murmured with a quiet voice and the rest recognized that you were finished with yelling. To be quite honest it was just a lot to process. You thought you had left these monsters in the past. It felt like they were trying to pull you back in by your ankles.

“I’m sorry.” Dick spoke up quietly and you sighed, seeing how ashamed he looked. He probably felt horrible, and that didn’t excuse him, but you couldn’t bear to keep yelling when you knew they felt apologetic towards you.

Maybe that’s why you were always being taken advantage of.

“Not like we can do anything about it now.” You said quietly, not making eye contact with either of them and instead just turning around and walking out of the mission room, briefly passing Rachel as you made your way to the kitchen.

You needed a shot.

Rachel stepped into the room once you left with a dazed look, clutching her arm that brushed against you as you walked out. It didn’t go unnoticed by the others.

“Rachel? Is everything okay?”

“I—” You started but then stopped herself, not quite understanding what she was feeling, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

***

You were formally introduced to the rest of the team by the end of the day. Dick watched with a gentle smile as you made witty banter with Jason and told Gar how adorable he was as he blushed.

“Hi, I’m Rachel.”

“Hey, Rachel, I’m (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled and held out your hand for her to shake. As soon as her skin came into contact with yours a gasp l4eft her lips.

Behind her closed eyelids she saw bits and pieces of your memories. She saw you writing letters. Even though you weren’t speaking she could hear what you were writing in her head. It was just bits and pieces of you writing letters but she could feel all the emotions that you felt as you wrote it down.

‘Hey love, it’s (Y/N), I love you, please come home.’

‘Dick it’s been weeks, please come home. There’s been something I’ve been meaning to tell you, and I was hoping I could do it in person but I can’t. Dick, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant with your child so I need you to come home. Please.’

You sent an ultrasound along with the letter and behind it in your handwriting was ‘Please, come home, our baby needs you.’

‘Dick, I want to fly out to Detroit and see you but my Doctor says it isn’t safe for me to fly. I’m about 3 months along and I just heard his heartbeat today. I’m so scared of doing this alone, Dick. I can’t do this alone. Please come home. I need you.’

‘I don’t know if you’re even reading my letters, Dick, but I’m going to keep sending them. If it’s the only way I can talk to you then I’m going to keep sending them. I’m craving a lot of sweets, so if you decide to come home all you need to do is bring back a s’more or something to get me to forgive you, okay? I’ll forgive you, I promise, just please come back home.’

‘I found out the sex of the baby today. It’s gonna be a boy. Dick, we’re gonna have a son and I don’t think I can raise him without you. Please come back home, let’s raise our son together. Please just even call me, or even just sending me a letter back is enough. Something. Anything, Dick, please.’

‘He’s starting to kick more often now, he’s really very active. He loves it when we watch your favourite movie. I don’t know why but I can feel it when we watch it together. He feels happy. Come back home and you can feel his kicks yourself. You don’t know how amazing that feels until it happens. I talk to him a lot; I tell him about you and I know he probably doesn’t understand but It feels like he does. I’m so scared to do this alone, Dick, I don’t think I can. Would you please come home now?’

‘I’ve been getting these things called Braxton Hick’s contractions. They were scary and new but apparently nothing to worry about. That’s what the doctor’s say but I can’t help but get scared, you know? It was absolutely heart-breaking to have to get myself to the hospital. I have friends, but let’s face it, none of them can actually take on the burden of having a child. And I couldn’t ask them to. I still love you, Dick. Not a day goes by that I don’t think of you. Our son, he feels so familiar, like there was a piece of you left behind. I’m starting to lose hope of you coming back, but I’m still going to keep writing letters because our son needs his father.’

Scenes flashes one after another and her head began spinning with images and she felt dizzy. Eventually her head cleared up and her eyes focused on your staring at her with concerned eyes.

“Rachel, is everything okay?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, you blanked out for a second there.”

Yeah, Yeah I’m fine.”

You seemed to buy her explanation and left the room along with the boys when they offered to show you around. Rachel still stood in the middle of the kitchen, seemingly frozen.

Dick walked up to her, putting a hand on her shoulder and that seemed to pull her out of her trance but she still seemed pretty shaken up.

“Hey, is everything okay?”

“She sent you letters, didn’t she?”

His brows furrowed as he scanned her face. There was something about it that he couldn’t pin-point, that he couldn’t read. It didn’t surprise him that she knew that you had written letters to him but what surprised him was that she asked about it. Usually, she never did.

“Yeah, she did.”

“You never read them, did you?” She asked again, meekly, breaking eye contact with him. She sounded disappointed and hurt but he couldn’t understand why. Maybe if he just explained the situation to her, she would understand.

“No, I never did.” He was going to tell her why. He was going to explain himself. But just as the moment came, Rachel started pulling herself away, moving towards her bedroom like she was lost.

“You should have.”

***

After his conversation with Rachel, Dick wondered what could have been in those letters that made her so shaken up. That made her distance herself from him for the next few days. It was heart-breaking to watch her pull away from him whenever he wanted to talk.

The longer Rachel distanced herself from him, the longer he wondered what exactly was in those letters. Rachel seemed to think that he should have read those letters, but what could’ve been in there that was so terrible?

Obviously, you were well and you looked like you had completely turned your life around, so what could it have been that Rachel thought he should find out about even after all these years?

The curiosity was enough to make him find those letters but not enough to give him the courage to read them. But he still needed to, he absolutely had to, so he opened the first letter you ever sent him.

Around an hour later, all the letters were opened and scattered around his bed. Nothing was going through his head. He didn’t even here you when you called him for dinner from the kitchen.

“Dick? Dinner’s ready. What are you….?” It was then you noticed the opened letters sitting on his bed, “What is this?”

“The letters you sent me.” He told you, his voice cracking and your breath caught. Your first emotion was to run away, to run far away but at the same time it felt like your feet were bolted to the floor. Dick looked up at you and you vaguely noticed the tears in his eyes.

For the first time, it felt like he finally understood how much leaving you had hurt him. He finally realized that he did more harm than good by leaving you. That he was missing out on his life’s greatest dream by leaving you. That while he was missing you, were begging him to come back.

“We have a son…” He started and you flinched, taking a sharp breath but not moving from your place in the doorway with your arms wrapped around your waist to protect yourself from what was going to come.

“I—I can’t believe this.” He spoke again and you bit your lip. Was he going to scream? Shout? Was he going to tell you that you should’ve aborted it? He stood up, albeit on shaky legs but still made his way towards you, keeping a few feet of distance between you.

You were scared of how he would react. You were worried about what he would say.

“I want to meet—”

“You can’t.” You said firmly, clenching your jaw hard as your nails dug into your palms. This was possibly the worst thing he could’ve said.

“Look I know that I shouldn’t have left. I realize that now. It was the worst thing I’ve ever done in my entire life and I’m sorry. But he’s my son too, please let me—”

“I lost it.” You murmured, not being able to meet his eyes and instead just lowered your eyes, “I lost our son.”

Just like that, Dick Grayson’s world began to crumble before his eyes.

“I woke up one night, in a pool of blood,” You spoke, screwing your eyes shut as you tried to fight the onslaught of tears. Dick immediately pulled you into a hug and you didn’t fight it, instead you fisted his shirt in your hands to keep you in this world and keep you from reliving that day.

“I called the ambulance and even though they got me to the hospital and did first aid, he was already gone when I got there.” You cried into his neck and his arms were tight around your shaking form, but he was shedding silent tears into your hair.

“It wasn’t your fault.” He said, voice cracking with guilt and a sob broke through you.

“That’s what everyone else said. But—I just—Can’t help but wonder what would’ve happened if I had just been more careful. If I had taken care of myself more. If I had tried harder. We would still have our baby boy.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” He said once more, firmly this time, that you almost began to believe him.

“I was his mother. I was supposed to protect him. I failed.”

“I was his father. I was supposed to protect the both of you. I’m sorry I failed you.” He wanted to tell you that he loved you. The words were just on the tip of his tongue. But he couldn’t bring himself to. He couldn’t say it. He didn’t deserve to love you. And he didn’t deserve to tell you.

“I’m sorry (Y/N).” He said again before he broke down and the two of you fell to the floor, crying in each other’s arms.

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Bad idea / part 2

warnings: angst, slut shaming

pairing: Ellie Williams x reader

The obnoxious sound of your alarm clock pulled you out of your deep sleep, startling you as the ringing echoed through the whole room, opening your eyes, you closed them right away when you realized how light the room was.

Groaning in annoyance, you reached over to the nightstand, turning off the alarm, knocking off a water bottle in the process.

“shit..” you mumbled, as you regretted drinking so much the night before.

You were about to sit up when you heard a quiet mumble coming from next to you, along with the sound of rustling from the bed sheets.

Opening your eyes, you liked to your right, to find someone sitting up.

More specifically, Ellie sitting up.

‘oh my god.’

You closed your eyes again, cursing at yourself, you forgot that you brought her back home last night.

You could remember it only vividly but enough to know what the two of you did last night.

Even if you didn't remember, the lack of clothes under your blanket would be enough for you to realize what happened last night.

‘this is so awkward.’

Sitting up, you hold the blanket tightly to your chest as you watch her put her clothes on, hastily.

“morning.” you mumbled, cringing at the way your voice sounds in the morning.

“morning.” Ellie muttered, not even looking at you as she bend down to put her shoes on, mumbling something under hear breath.

“umm, do you wanna talk about what happened?” you asked her, looking up at her, noting her disheveled hair.

Her eyes snapped to you, looking at you with a cold stare, unlike the night before she gave you a very uncomfortable feeling.

“what's there to talk about?” she exclaimed “we fucked that's it.” she snapped at you before she grabbed her jacket.

‘ouch.’

It hurt you more than you wanted to admit, you thought she was interested in you.

You just met yesterday but still, she didn't show any signs of only wanting to have sex with you and then leave it at that, she was being nice, warm and welcoming.

You didn't plan on having sex with her but it just happened, you were drunk and you were attracted to her and you thought she was attracted to you too.

So that what it was to her, just a one night stand and now she was being rude about it too?

‘what a bitch.’

“so uh- that’s what you do?” you asked her, you were hurt but you were also getting angry at the way she glared at you.

“what?”

“act nice and interested?” you asked, tilting your head at her. “that's what you have to do to get someone to fuck you?”

She scoffed “I fucked you, not the other way around, now if you’ll excuse me I have more important things to do then talk to you.” she muttered, leaving but not before she sent one more glare your way.

Shaking your head, you scoffed at her behaviour.

How could someone be so nice and cool and then act like a complete bitch the next day?

You decided not to spend any more time thinking about her, she wasn't worth it.

Instead you got up and went into the bathroom to take a shower before your first shift for patrol.

Ellie left your house, closing the door, she leaned against it and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

‘fuck me.’

She was so mad at herself for sleeping with you, not because she regretted it but because of Jesse.

She had the impression that he has a crush on you, after everything that happened with Dina, she wished that he would find someone he was interested in enough to want to date them.

She has seen the way he looked at you back at the cafe and at the bonfire and she just went ahead and slept with the girl he probably liked.

Of course her and her best friend would end up liking the same girl, what a joke.

Pushing herself off the door, she started walking away, only to run into Jesse who seemed to be on his way towards your house.

Her eyes widened, panic settled in her chest.

“good morning, what are you doing outside so early?” Jesse asked, smiling at her as he stopped in front of her.

“h-hey.. I- uh just went to get some fresh air.” Ellie stuttered out, scratching the back of her neck.

He looked her up and down, raising his brows at her “in the same clothes as yesterday?” he chuckled.

She gulped nervously “yeah.”

“okay, well I gotta pick up y/n, it’s her first patrol day today.” he explained.

Of course he gets to spend time with you, she couldn't help but feel jealous, she told herself that she would step aside so he could be with you but it still angered her.

Ellie nodded, glad that Jesse didn't seem to pick up on her behavior or where she was coming from.

“have fun.” Ellie mumbled, bitter about this whole situation.

“you too.” Jesse said, before he walked away from her.

Ellie cursed at herself, hating herself for being so bitter and jealous about this whole thing.

“I know you wouldn't have to be a part of the patrol teams, you’ve been out there for so long, I know you can handle yourself.” Jesse said, walking next to you with his rifle in his hands as you came back from patrol.

You nodded, not really paying attention about what he was saying.

Ellie has been on your mind all morning, you didn't understand her, everything was fine the day before and now she turned into a completely different person.

“hey- are you listening?” Jesse asked, pulling you out of your thoughts as he stopped walking and turned around to look at you.

“oh uh sorry- I was.. I was thinking about something.” you muttered, looking at him, feeling bad for not listening to what he was saying.

“that’s fine.” he chuckled, eyeing you “you’re tired huh? had a long night?” he asked.

Blushing, you looked down, did he know? You really hoped he didn't, you wouldn't want to discuss your night with Ellie with him, especially after she was being so rude about it.

“uh I just couldn't sleep, that's all.” you mumbled before you kept on walking.

“you and Ellie had a lot of fun last night haven't you?” he asked, making you halt in your tracks.

“what?” you asked, your eyes widened, so he did know.

“at the bonfire.” he explained, furrowing his brows as he looked at you, trying to figure out why you looked so shocked “I saw you guys, laughing and joking around the whole night.”

“oh..” laughing nervously, you nodded “yeah.. she was nice.” you mumbled.

“I knew you guys would get along.” he said, smiling at you.

Nodding, you thought so too until she was being an asshole this morning.

“do you wanna get some coffee?” he asked.

‘where Ellie is? no thanks.’

“umm, I'm kinda tired, so I’m gonna head home.” you told him.

“alright, well, do you umm- do you wanna hang out sometime?” he asked, nervously.

“yeah, sure.” you shrugged, smiling at him.

“we can watch a movie or something.” he offered, looking at you with a smile on his face.

“yeah, how about tonight?” you asked.

“yes sure, tonight.” he smiled “tonight is perfect.” he grinned at you.

“okay.” you chuckled before you turned around, making your way back home.

You tried to think of something else but you couldn't help but let your thoughts drift off to Ellie, you wanted to talk to her, ask her if you did anything wrong or said something that upset her that night but you knew your stubbornness would prevent you from going up to her and talk to her, after the attitude she gave you that morning you couldn't just go talk to her as if nothing happened.

She obviously regretted sleeping with you, you didn't know why but she did.

There was just one thing you didn't understand.

She was the one who made the first move.

She was the one who kissed you first.

So what was her problem?

You thought you might forget about this whole thing but two weeks went by and the girl was still on your mind.

You haven't seen her around Jackson much, just like before you met her.

You knew she was at the cafe all day, while you were finally clear to go on patrol without being watched like a hawk.

The only person you constantly saw was Jesse, you knew he would be a good friend and it seemed like you were getting closer too but you couldn't help but think about her even if you only spent a day and one night together, she wouldn't leave your thoughts.

Today was especially tough, you almost got jumped by a clicker because your thoughts drifted off to Ellie again, if it wasn't for your quick reaction, you would've died today.

You don’t know what it was about her, you tried to convince yourself that she wasn't that special but you were only fooling yourself, you knew she was special the moment you walked into that cafe and made eye contact with her.

You couldn't forget the way she made you feel. At the bonfire she made you feel safe and calm, like nothing could hurt you. She was able to make you forget all your worries, even for just a short time but no one has ever made you feel so carefree like she did that night.

She gave you a taste of what it could be like if you were to have a chance with her and then she took it away again, just like that.

Knocking back your fourth drink of the night, you motioned for the bartender to poor you another.

After the past two weeks, you thought you deserved to treat yourself to some drinks, you were tense and frustrated and you wanted to loosen up, so you thought the bar was the perfect place for that.

“I think you should take it easy.” Jesse said, as he took a seat next to you.

“hello to you too.” you chuckled, as the bartender placed your drink in front of you.

“seriously, you have patrol tomorrow morning.” he said, frowning at you.

“ah, come on, I'll be fine.” you said, waving him off as you looked around the room before you looked back at him “you should drink something with me.”

He chuckled, thinking about your offer for a few seconds before he gave in, ordering himself a drink as well.

“so.. what happened with you and Ellie?” he asked, looking at you in curiosity.

“what do you mean?” you asked, acting like you didn't know what he was talking about.

“come on y/n, don’t play stupid with me.” he said, giving you an annoyed look, he has been trying to find out what happened between you two for more than a week now.

Sighing, you rolled your eyes before you explained to him how rude she was to you after the bonfire night but leaving out what happened at your house. You knew Ellie regretted having sex with you so you knew she would feel uncomfortable if anyone found out what happened between the two of you.

“so, she just turned into an asshole?” he asked, furrowing his brows in confusion.

“basically.” you shrugged.

“that doesn't make any sense.” Jesse trailed off “you seemed to get along so well.”

You shrugged, you didn't understand either, taking a sip of your drink, you decided to change the subject, you wanted to forget about her not talk and make yourself think even more about her.

“hey, can I ask you something?” you asked.

“sure.”

“what happened with you and that girl?”

“Dina?” he asked.

Nodding, you watched as his expression turned into a sad one.

“we were on and off all the time and then she found someone else.” he shrugged as he took a sip of his beer.

“oh..” you mumbled, that must've hurt, you couldn't even imagine what it’s like to watch someone you love fall for someone else. “I'm sorry about that.”

“it’s fine, I'll get over it.” he shrugged, trying to act tough when you know he's hurting inside.

“well, let’s get drunk and forget about everything.” you offered, grinning at him.

He was about to decline your offer but then he saw Dina walking in with her new boyfriend and changed his mind “fuck it.”

“you turned around to see what had changed his mind to find the pretty girl from the bonfire hand in hand with some guy you haven't seen before but she wasn't the only one who catched your eye.

Ellie was here too, sitting at a table with Joel and Tommy, her arms were crossed over her chest and she didn't exactly look like she had a great time, turning her head she catched you staring at her.

‘shit.’

You wanted to look away but you couldn't, not when she looked this good.

You expected her to roll her eyes at you before turning away but she didn't, instead she stared right back at you.

Her expression was unreadable, there was more than one emotion written on her face.

“if I didn't know any better, I'd say you are eye fucking each other.” Jesse said, pulling out of your thoughts as your eyes widened at his words, turning around to face him you noted the smirk on his face.

“oh my- shut up.” you mumbled in embarrassment.

“don’t think I haven't caught on to what happened.” he said, still smirking.

Of course he knew what happened, he wasn't stupid, he saw you and Ellie leaving the party together and he saw her the next morning, still in the same clothes as the night before. It wasn't hard to put two and two together.

“ugh, whatever.” you mumbled “clearly she isn't interested.”

He chuckled, looking over your shoulder “are you sure about that? Because she won't stop looking your way.” he laughed.

“more like glaring, probably.” you said, rolling your eyes “can we talk about something else please?”

“yeah.” he chuckled, offering you your next drink that you gladly accepted.

Ellie was mad at herself and at you.

She couldn't help but stare at you all night, how could you just sit there and act like nothing happened between the two of you.

Of course you would run straight into Jesse’s arms after what happened.

She knew it was partly her fault, she avoided you but it still hurt to see you with him now.

She was angry and bitter about this whole situation.

“Ellie- you listenin’ kiddo?” Joel asked, waving his hand in front of her face snapping her out of her thoughts as she was sending glares your’s and Jesse’s way.

Hating how you were laughing at something Jesse said when you almost fell into him, trying to get off the barstool, making her feel angry at the way you were being too touchy with him.

“what?” she asked, looking back at Joel.

“I asked if you're okay.” he explained, turning around to see what she was looking at.

“yeah, I’m gonna go now.” she mumbled, getting up.

“you sure you’re okay?” Joel asked, looking at her in concern.

“I’m good, Joel.” she promised, giving him a small smile.

“alright.” he said.

“bye guys.” she muttered, giving one last look to Tommy and Joel before leaving the bar.

Stepping outside, she leaned against the wall, enjoying the fresh air and the silence of the night, watching as the snow was falling softly.

Winter in Jackson was beautiful but Ellie couldn't help but hate the coldness of it.

The door slammed open, startling her as she pushed herself off the wall to see who it was only to find you stepping out, slurring out some words as you were trying to put your jacket on almost slipping on the icy stairs if it wasn't for Ellie reacting quickly enough, catching you before you could hit the ground.

“oh- fuck..” you mumbled as you latched on to her arm trying to keep yourself steady. “I'm sorry.” you muttered when you saw who it was.

She glared at you as she let go of you, rolling her eyes at you “you’re welcome.” she muttered before turning around to leave.

You stared at her before you decided to follow her, you wouldn't let her walk away without giving you an explanation as to why she was treating you like shit.

“hey!” you called out, trying to keep up with her. “wait! Ellie!”

“what?” she exclaimed turning around suddenly causing you to almost bump in to her.

“wh-why are you being such an asshole?” you asked, staring at her, you noticed how red her cheeks were from the cold, her icy stare almost matched the cold weather “you sleep with me and then you treat me like shit?” you added.

She looked into your eyes, glaring before she looked up, taking a deep breath.

“just go home, y/n.” she mumbled, trying to stay calm. Seeing you with Jesse tonight made her feel angrier than she wanted to admit, she was jealous and talking to you while she was feeling this way wouldn't end well. She had a few drinks that night and she knew she would say something she doesn't mean and would later on regret it.

“n-no, not before you tell me what I did wrong.” you said, raising your brows at her as you waited for an explanation.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now.” Ellie grumbled before she turned around to leave again.

Scoffing, you grabbed her arm and turned her back before she could go.

“don’t touch me, y/n!” she said angrily, struggling against her anger as she looked at you.

Putting your hands up in surrender, you looked at her wide eyed, not expecting her to get angry at you like that.

You heard the door of the bar being opened, laughter filled the silent streets outside as a group of guys stepped out on the porch to smoke.

You turned your head to look at them, finding them staring at you two already, great, you had an audience now.

“just stay away from me.” she said, not even feeling bad at the way your gaze saddened at her words instead she turned even angrier when she thought back to how you were being affectioned and touchy with Jesse.

“okay but.. can you at least tell me why?”

She scoffed, already regretting her words before she even voiced them “because you’re a fucking slut.” she cursed at you.

Taken aback by her words, you stared at her as you took a step back, your furrowed expression turned into a hurt one.

You could her someone gasp in the back along with whispers.

“we fuck and then the next day you’re already running straight into Jesse’s arms, fucking him too I bet.” she scoffed. “because that’s what sluts do.”

You began to breathe heavily, your vision blurred as angry tears began to fill your eyes, anger rushed through you as she continued throwing more insults at you, you raised your hand, wanting to slap her for degrading you this way but she catched your hand by your wrist, holding it tightly, she looked at you wide eyed before fury took over once again.

“do that again I dare you.” she threatened before she dropped your hand “stay the hell away from me.” she snapped at you before turning around to leave.

You grasped your wrist with your other hand, looking after her as she left, you couldn't believe her, you couldn't believe this was the same person you met two weeks ago.

You turned to look at the guys standing on the porch, embarrassed about having someone witnessed that. You expected them to look amused but instead they gave you a pitiful look before they went back inside again.

You looked at the ground and scoffed, a tear ran down your face as you thought about her words.

Shock and hurt filled you.

Shaking your head you turned around to leave.

That’s it, you thought she might give you a chance but instead she made her hatred and disgust very clear to you.

One thing was for sure, anything you thought could happen between the two of you disappeared in the matter of a few minutes.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #ellie williams #tlou imagines #tlou ellie

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diaryofassortedimagines · 3 years

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freak like me

request/summary: Can I make a request where Credence has a girlfriend who protects him from cruel people and then consoles him? @green-day-fangirl

warnings: my poor baby credence gets so scared, angst, fighting

anywayssss i hope this was good enough!

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credence cringed a bit every time he would stroll through the streets of london where he used to hand out flyers. remembering the chill of each gust of wind, the abuse of every passing individual, the emotionally draining and hope-killing life he had once had. for a long time, he was hardly able to walk through the streets without being on the edge of a breakdown

all that he had in his hold life had changed, however, on the day you two met eyes. it was not long before his obscurial incident, in fact. vividly, the two of you remember the story of how you met- it started from the usual bully, pushing him out of his way with clear intent on hurting him, an experience credence was all too used to. as you witnessed the act and looked around you, only to see a plethora of people ignoring it, you found it your duty to right the wrong no one else would. in your eyes, it was unacceptable, something credence had never seen from anybody.

“hey!” you stepped in front of the man, being careful not to actually put your hands on him and looked him, bravely, in the eyes before turning your gaze to credence. he shriveled a bit, afraid of what the outcome would be, but snuck looks at you. “what was that for? you had plenty of room!” the man scoffed.

“just get out of my way, sweetheart.” you stomped to the side, not letting him pass. “apologize to him. now.” he sighed. “look, i have places to be, lady... if i apologize, will you move?” you nodded in triumph. “fine. sorry, kid.” “no, no no,” you said. “look at him, like you mean it.” the man turned to the frightful credence and said. “i’m sorry i pushed you, kid.” he looked back at you and you gave a straight faced nod, stepping aside.

“are you okay?” you took just a few steps toward credence. wordlessly, he nodded yes. “good.” you smiled and turned. credences eyes widened.

“wait!” he clasped his hands over his mouth in regret. however, you quickly returned back to his side. “you didn’t have to do that. it happens all the time.” he was hardly audible. you tilted your head in confusion. “well, it’s precisely for that reason i did do it. it doesn’t have to happen all the time.” he smiled a tiny bit, although you could hardly see his face as he tilted it downward. “i’m y/n.” you reached your hand out, speaking and acting cheerfully. weakly, he took your hand and “shook it”. his grip wasn’t firm in the slightest, and was clearly inexperienced in the act of meeting people. he inhaled, gathering as much bravery as he could. “c-credence.” he shrunk into himself with embarrassment. “well, why don’t i take some of these for you, credence?” you gestured toward the small stack of flyers still left in his hands. this certainly warmed him up to you a bit, as his eyes brightened and he smiled up at you. “really??” you chuckled and took them from him, putting them in your bag as if you would actually use them. “maybe i’ll see you again? i-i just landed a job here, so... yknow.” he could’ve cried in that moment. he’d never really had a friend, but what he knew about how they acted, you were pretty close to it. “y-yeah.” he started playing with his fingers behind his back, his heart absolutely faltering. you gently placed your hand on his shoulder, entirely in a friendly way, and he melted on the inside, but wouldn’t let himself show it. “‘bye for now, credence.” he loved the way you used his name. “goodbye... y/n.”

that had all happened almost a year ago, now, but you were still just as protective of your dearest as always. you learned his telltale signs that said he was nervous, and as his chest began to heave, you clenched his hand with a strong grip and pulled him into you, moving your hand to be over his shoulders.

“here we are.” you said as the two of you stopped in front of a tailor shop. “i’m just gonna run in. ‘you okay here?” he smiled a bit.

“yeah! ... yeah i’ll b-be okay.” truthfully, he was nervous, but also thought it was good for him to face his fears a bit. you kissed his cheek before heading inside. he turned on his heel and looked at the passerby’s in the chilly streets.

at an almost comically bad time, the unthinkable happened. a group of kids, even younger than credence, caught each other’s eyes for a second or so.

“what’s with that hair?” he and his friends laughed. credence inhaled deeply and pursed his lips, pretending to ignore it. “hello?” he snapped a finger in front of his face. he was in so much strife at the moment. he expected to either break down and cry or enter his obscurial form, something he had done so good at controlling.

“stop... p-please.” he was so proud of himself in that moment! not only did he look them in the eyes for a moment, he spoke at a level they could hear (even if barely). his naivety got the best of him however- they didn’t stop like he expected them to. “why should i do that?” they were relentless on terrorizing him. “what a silly outfit!” they were all snickering and giggling at him, shamelessly. “take this stupid hat off!” as the kid raised his hand, fear struck his heart, and credence instinctively caught it. he was unaware of his own strength, as the boy struggled to get free. in an instant, everything happened. first he saw another hand coming for his jaw, and the next, the soft and gentle hands of yours stopping it.

the rage in your eyes as the two of you had a little staring contest was insatiable. credence, in shock let go of his hand by mistake. as one hand was freed, you expected his next move to be to go for you, and dipped out of the way of his blow. as peaceful a person as you were, you would allow nothing to come between credence and his happiness. as a last resort, you used both arms and bashed him into the rest of his friends, standing there looking at them like a lion. the kid scoffed. “whatever, he’s not worth it anyways. freak.” credence had shed a tear by now, and without hesitation you spat in his face. his mouth was open in shock as he used the back of his hand to wipe it away. ”go home, young man.”

your power was that you were a formidable force that nobody feared until you had reason to. you fought valiantly against a variety enemies as a friend of the goldstein’s and mr. scamander to the extent where a snot-faced kid was no match, no matter how much he thought he was. not to mention, you had a few... spells up your sleeve.

as he charged at you, you twirled your wand discreetly under the cover of your coat sleeve. “slugulus eructo.” you whispered with a sly smirk. in an instant his mouth erupted with slimy slugs. the boy was revolted and horrified as his friends ran away from you in fear, him soon following. credence laughed quietly- had never seen that spell.

the very second they left, you sped over to credence, who was looking at you both amazed and terrified, and held his face, wiping away a tear.

“are you okay?��

“are you okay?” the two of you spoke in union.

“oh, baby, i’m okay. you’re not hurt are you?” he nodded no. “i’m so sorry. i should never have left you alone, it’s my fault. i’m sorry, honey, i’m so sorry-” he cut you off by simply hugging- clinging to you tightly. you kissed his head. “oh, credence i’m so glad you’re okay. that was amazing what you did back there, catching his hand like that. i’m so proud of you honey. it’s okay, everything’s okay. you’re doing so good, my love, look at you, how far you’ve come.” you clung to each other like leaches. he was blown away at your existence, each and every word that came out of your mouth was his saving grace.

“i-i’m sorry i didn’t want you to get caught in the middle.” you chucked. “don’t worry about me; it was hardly an inconvenience.” you held up your pair of just-tailored pants, completely intact and undamaged. he smiled “gosh, you’re... you’re incredible... my real guardian angel.” pausing, he said: “i’m... not really a freak, am i?” you gasped. “oh darling, i thought we’d been over this, how could you think that after all this time?” he shrugged, and as he wouldn’t look you in the eyes, you gently took his chin and made him. “even if you were a freak, you’d still be mine. my freak, and i love you so much, credence. you’re simply beyond words splendid. besides, who can say what normal is? your normal is different than mine, and to some people, i’m a bit of a freak too.” you smiled. “and baby, you’re the prettiest, most talented, kindest freak i know.” a pretty coral tint was across his face as you spoke. “thank you... i-i love you... too.” he spoke with uncertainty, but you knew completely that he meant it and was only unused to affection. the two of you laughed as you said. “i know, babe. wanna head home.” he smiled to you and nodded as you apparated into a swirl and returned to your warm bed.

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not to ruin this with how much of a horny bitch i am, but alternate ending where credence gets aroused at how much of a badass you are....? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#credence barebone x reader #credence barebone #fantastic beasts #credence #credence barebone fluff #fantastic beats the crimes of grindelwald #fluff #fantastic beasts and where to find them

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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Kinky stuff you said?

so... i have this idea

I know we all collectively as a fandom have decided that Andrea is a fluff ball lmao

but I'm rooting for him because...I don't know, like when he got angry when he found out about the letter and started to play the violin all annoyed and how he raised his voice and there is also the look that he gave Olga he gives me the feelings like~

Andrea spank me with that violin bow (we can buy a new one later)

Something like Teach me a lesson sweet boy

Dancing the dance [Andrea Marowski x Reader]

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Smut (fingering, spanking, mentions of cheating)

Author’s note: Do I have to say something? I mean the request is amazing enough

It was just a day like any other in the little village, you opened your bookshop, a small little thing that your uncle run and you were proud to call it your precious jewel.

You worked hard to keep it afloat, you went by bicycle to the bigger cities nearby to get the best books yourself or the classics, you were determined not to let it die on you, but it was every day harder.

It was almost the end of your day when you saw Mr Barnes come inside, he was a war veteran that suffered terrible injuries, but also an avid reader who would come even twice a week.

“Don’t you tell me you have already finished it, James”

You smiled at him and he shrugged, his playful smirk running over his lips. “I like this Agatha Christie author and her Belgian detective, what can I say?”

He was a player, you knew it and didn’t expect anything less from him, he is handsome and he knows it. But you never took him seriously and even less since a certain shipwrecked violinist made his way to your heart, but truth to be told, you indulged him. Sure, he was a passionate reader, but he loved to come and flirt with you and you need him and his coins to call it a day.

“Well, what’s next then?”

“I don’t know, you tell me, you’re the bookworm, aren’t you?”

His smirk was playful but you ignored it and smiled only moving away from the counter, making your away around the books to try the one you were meaning to offer him next. You always planned one in advance, or even two, just to make sure to give him enough attention but not too much.

“What about…” you begun, your tongue sticking a little put as you’re focused, eyebrows furrowed as you read the titles.

“You’d look even more the part with glasses” he interrupted you and you chuckled

“I know, I know, I should wear them but..”

“No, I mean that you’d look even more attractive with them on”

You kept quiet as he moved closer, his arm leaning against the shelf in front of you as you mumbled a thank you.

He stared at you following your every move, your hand picking a thin book and handing it to him.

“The Great Gatsby” he read out loud “Is it new?” “No, just American, it was published in 1925”

He nodded looking at it as he moved page after page, his lips pursed in concentration as you tried to move past him, but he just stood still and board in front of you.

“What do you do after work?”

“Oh, well I have some chores to do at home, study new purchases for the shop”

“You always do” he said closing the book with a loud snap making you jolt in your spot

“Let’s have a date night, we could dine at the tavern and you can tell me more about those orders you always have to do” he said taking a step forward as you mimicked him taking a step back.

“Y/N” he murmured “we are dancing this dance from a long time, don’t you think?”

“I don’t know what you mean”

You replied only as you tried to move past him

“You’re very attractive, still unmarried, incredibly tempting for every man in town, you should expect it”

The truth was that you weren’t completely far from anything love related, but Dr Mead advised you to keep your little ‘entanglement’ with Andrea s secret for the time being. Most people still didn’t get the difference of him being Polish and not German and it would only make your life harder for no reason. So you obliged, you closed the curtains at night when he sneaked into your room, you visited him often with the excuse of bringing him books, you pretend not to wish his touch on you every time of the day.

“I said I can’t already”

You took the chance to move past James and take the broom to clean.

He took a deep breath, gritting his teeth as his eyes travelled on you. He was patient, but not that patient, nevertheless you were a delicious eye candy to his eyes. He put his hand to his pocket still holding the book into the other one. He pulled out some coins and left them on the table, there was also a tip from you.

“I like this game Y/N” he said bluntly to you and he looked at the book “also. such a small book makes me think you want me to come back soon”

You looked at him, you matched his smirk, oh he loved to be kept on the edge, didn’t he?

“See you next week” you only said and he gave you a light military salutation to you saying something about being at your orders.

You smirked biting the inside of your cheek as you enjoyed the game for sure, or the dance as he called it, but you were realising how you had to probably tone it down. He was liking it a bit too much and going over the simple play, plus you were losing the plot of it since Andrea came into the picture.

After you closed the day, recorded all the sells and cleaned the shop you wrapped yourself up in a coat, taking an easy children book for Andrea to practice with. On your way out you noticed some scattered flowers on the ground, but you didn’t pay much attention to it.

You made your way to Ursula and Janet’s house, the violin being played out loud, a very dramatic and strong melody going off, almost violent.

As you knocked at the door Janet welcomed you quickly.

“Oh Y/N, please try to talk to him, at least you know German” she said and you looked at her confused “he went out for a walk and came back so angry, he shouted at poor Ursula, she is so bumped, I can’t look after the two of them” Janet said in her own way that made it sound almost funny, if not sarcastic.

You nodded taking off your coat and hat, you walked upstairs holding the book with you, the music getting louder as you took the stairs until his room, you got inside without knocking because it would be impossible for him to hear anyway. The first thing you noticed was his back wrapped in that white shirt and the pants kept up by his suspenders. You still remember vividly the first time you pulled those suspenders off his shoulders, it is still one of your favourite things to do as a prelude of what is about to come.

“Andrea” you called him as you closed the door behind your back, locking it just because you know how much Ursula likes to peak in.

He turned around suddenly, almost scaring you off as he held his violin in one hand and the thin bow into his other hand, his eyes on fire, jaw clenched and his back straight like a soldier.

“You bezwstydny” he shouted at you and you looked at him even more confused “schamlos” he said then in German.

“Shameless? Why?” You asked frowning, you had the luck to know German because your family immigrated to Cornwall before the WWI to join your uncle’s business, but that didn’t help when Andrea was so mad to decide not to tolerate any other language by his own like now.

“I saw you” he said spitting venom “You think funny?”

“But what?”

“You with that man in bookshop!” He growled putting down the violin because it was at serious risk of being thrown on the floor.

You parted your lips in shock as he said that, so those flowers were his?

“Did you come to pick me up?”

He nodded but his lips pressed against each other in disgust.

“Andrea, don’t make that face, he is just a client acting up”

“You act up”

You looked at him shaking your head “you don’t understand” you said.

He raised his eyebrows.

“oh no, I do understand”

His voice was different, his accent thicker than ever, there was no trace of the usual sweet smile, almost mischievous, that he always had on his lips.

He sat down on the chair were Ursula watched him for nights on “on my lap”

You frowned “no”

He raised his eyebrows “I think you not understand” he said threateningly “Are you playing with two men?”

You shook your head vehemently “You know it is not like this” you stated “I want only you”

He didn’t seem impressed, he pursed his lips in disbelief and let out a sarcastic chuckle twirling the bow between his fingers.

“Then prove it”

His accent hitting you again, you loved it, but the way he said it, that didn’t feel comforting.

You stared at him, you didn’t want to argue with him, he was already too mad and to hold a conversation was to ask too much.

So you obliged leaving the book aside and making your way to his lap sitting on it.

“No this way” he said wiggling underneath you to make you stand up

“gebückt” he said in German waving the bow to you. Oh, so he wanted you bent over it?

You stood uncomfortable for a moment but then you nodded again, you needed to get past this crisis, no?

So you moved your dress a bit to make your way onto his lap, you wanted to ask what now but then you felt distinctively the way he pulled your skirts up.

“Andrea” you hissed at him but by now he held you in that position pushing your panties down, the cold air hitting your bum, your cheeks bringing from embarrassment.

“You like play, so you get to be punish like little kid”

You blushed even more if possible, you wiggled but he held you down firmly until you stopped struggling and settled in the position he wanted.

“Repeat numbers in English for me” he said and you whimpered as he smacked that bow onto your ass earning a gasp, your shoulders trembled inward as it was more painful than expected.

“Number?”

“One” you replied immediately, how much do you have to count, you wondered.

You whimpered as other two snaps to the stick followed very quick together

“Andrea, please stop” “If you wanted me to stop you’d not act to earn it” his words an hiss between his teeth “we begin again now, you didn’t count”

You groaned but another slap reduced you to a forced obedience “one”

He smirked widely as he twirled the bow in his hand, you could’t see him but you could ear the way it cut the air around.

You obeyed and counted all the three snaps that followed, your breath itching and your hands trying to reach out to the floor to gain some advantage in the positioning, which still felt too embarrassing, the constrictive exposure of your bottom making you feel uneasy.

Andrea saw that movement and he reached down with his free hand clasping onto your jaw making you look up like some animal in need to be tamed. Another whip hit you.

“Five” you groaned as now your position felt even more humiliating, you shivered as he chuckled

“Now you will be good during more strokes, if you manage to come to dziesięć then you’ll be free”

You groaned, how much is that? The confusion in you was showing as your body stiffened. The unknown scaring you, your core clenched shamelessly, your wetness revealing a pleasure that was evident, a dirtiness of your own that you didn’t expect to meet.

“Only five more”

He whispered and smacked your ass again, you whined squeezing your eyes

“Six”

Oh, to see you so obedient.

“You like to be a tease, don’t you? You love it, showing off like a whore to that man, to all the men, you sell them the whole experience for few coins? You make them believe they can fuck you?”

He smirked hitting your ass again, your hips buckling against his leg as you were looking for relief from that desire

“Seven”

“You love it, you love to be desired by many don’t you?”

“Eight”

“You want them to dream of you at night, to desire to fuck you and smack your ass like I am doing now, these skirts only making them dream more”

“Nine”

You were sobbing by now, his hand on your jaw making it hard to breathe and speak

“Who is a whore?” “I am”

“Who is my whore?

“I am”

He smirked, he was pleased giving you one last whip, the hair of the bow falling down as some of them broke, oh you know too well how much that will cost you, Andrea wasn’t one to easily ruin something like that.

“Ten!”

You almost shouted it, your thighs trembling and knees kept closing and parting trying to find some relief.

Andrea leaned down kissing the back of your neck as he gave you time to calm down, let the humiliation sink in.

“Andrea” Ursula’s voice rang from behind the door “Are you quite alright? Dinner is almost ready”

“I am! Y/N and I need a moment” he said, his voice completely different and far from the dark threatening voice that poured over you a second before “We will be down in ten!” As he spoke he touched over your wet slit, how shamelessly you were patching his pants with all that excitement, so slowly began playing with you, you winced biting on the fabric of his tailored cloths trying to hold back any sound while those skilled violist fingers kept scissoring inside of you. “We haven’t done yet”

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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Woah!!! Part 2 to Reader getting in an accident after an arguement with Gray???

{part 1}

there were many moments in grayson dolan’s 21 years on earth where he felt incredibly blessed to have a twin brother, especially one like ethan. from being his best friend and number one supporter in anything, to sharing food and girl advice, learning and growing together and being grayson’s right hand man through life, he had never been more grateful to have ethan by his side in this moment.

that and the fact ethan had purchases a car that can exceed a speed of up to 199.5 mph, meant they wasted no time in getting grayson to the hospital to be reunited with you.

as he sat in the passenger seat, legs bouncing uncontrollably with fear and anxiousness, tears softly rolling down his cheeks, he clutched tightly to the stuffed animal in his hands. a sight for anyone who would laugh at a 200 pound man, crying and cuddling a teddy.

petal, your stuffed elephant, was a childhood teddy your mother had given you the day you were born. you never slept without petal, she was a third wheel in your relationship with grayson as she offered you the same comfort he did every night being away from family home. home was anywhere grayson was, but petal was also a piece of the family you left behind when staffing a new life with the man you loved.

grayson knew you better than anyone and he could guarantee that when you woke up, because he wholeheartedly knew you were- his strong brave girl and you couldn't leave him- that petal would be the first thing you would want to see as much as his angel eyes. the stuffed animal also brought grayson a sense of comfort and reassurance having her with him.

grayson didn't even allow ethan the chance to drive into the car park of the emergency room before he was taking off and sprinting to the reception desk. teddy in hand as he panted out your first and last name. shocking the nurse at his panicked state, dishevelled appearance and the continuous fidgeting on the heels of his feet.

“y/n-y/n y/l/n… she’s in a coma. pleas-please i need to see her. she needs- she needs me.”

“may i ask your relationship to the patient?”

growing impatient, grayson raises his temper to the next level. the longer he was kept away from you, the more agitated he became.

“my girlfriend is fighting for her life right now! i need to see her, i don’t have time for this!”

“bro-” ethan came running in, throwing the tesla in the first available space before jogging after his fragile brother and coming to be the calm, sensible one in this situation. “let me handle it.”

reluctantly grayson stood off to the side, his ears perking and eyes desperately following every patient being rushed through the automatic doors, every doctor or nurse walking past him with sympathetic looks. he hoped someone would tell him what's going on and where you were. the waiting game was torture, but it was only just beginning.

“they’re gonna take us to her now, c’mon.” ethan pulls grayson down the maze like corridors to where the receptionist who he had to apologise profusely for his twins attitude earlier, lead them to the room where apart of grayson was fighting for her life. fighting for his life. he was nothing without you.

ethan let grayson walk in first, accidentally colliding into the back of grayson as he stood frozen outside the door and mentally prepared himself for a sight he never wished to see. his breathing hitched as he took in the sight of you battered and braised. covered head to toe in a mixture of dirt, dried blood and bandages, as the only thing keeping you alive right now were the medical tubes swarming your precious body.

grayson felt his heart shatter into a million pieces inside him. he couldn’t help but feel tears well up in his eyes, imagining how bad your accident had been to the point where you were put into a coma and how he wasnt there to protect you like he has always promised. he pictured how scared you must have been, all alone and defenceless.

with rushed but easy strides, grayson was at your side before ethan even got the chance to thank the nurse and follow behind. not wanting to cause you any further pain or discomfort, grayson gently placed petal under your arm, keeping her close to your body and secure so you wouldn't lose her even in your unconscious state. with a shakey breath, he plants a soft kiss on yours then petals forehead, his own slient way of commciaing to you that he was there. that you had nothing to worry about because he was finally there to protect you.

“hey my sweet girl. im right here, im here and i love you. so much.”

“fight for me yeah? for us.”

grayson automatically took the seat next to your hospital bed, reaching forward to hold your hand kindly in his own as he vowed to himself he wouldn’t leave your beside until you woke up. no matter how long it was going to take. weeks, months, years, he was willing to wait for you.

grayson vividly remembered being told that the brain of a coma patient may continue to work. it might “hear” the sounds in the environment, like the footsteps of someone approaching or the voice of a loved one speaking. he made sure to continually talk to you about everything and anything on his mind. referencing back to the time you would take late night drives and talk about life hand in hand and contently in love.

when discussing your future together on a late night monty’s run, this definitely wasn’t how he envisioned it would turn out to be. what once was a shared dream, was now a shared nightmare.

“e’s here too.”

“hey squirt.” ethan felt stupid speaking aloud to someone who wouldn't respond to him, but the small smile it coaxed on grayson’s face, after hours of sadness, made it worth while. grayson always valued the sibling friendship you and ethan shared. he didn’t even pause for a minute to think about your accident had affected him also, until he hard the nickname ethan often uses to tease you.

swallowing the lump in his throat, grayson spoke up again.

“im sorry. im so fucking sorry. i meant nothing i said earlier, fuck im an idiot. i love you baby, always and forever.”

“we aren't going anywhere you hear me. you come back to us ok, show me those pretty eyes of yours baby. let me hear your laugh, let me see your smile, you gotta wake up for me- please wake up for me.”

grayson begged and pleaded with your unresponsive body. the sound of your heart rate monitor being the only sign you gave him as his eyes focused on your lifeless body. desperately hoping for so much as a flinch from you or a miracle to happen.

he caressed your hand slowly, continuing to cry silently as he looked over to you, feeling like this was all his fault. “i’m sorry” he choked out, resting his head down against the back of your hand. “this is all my fault. i’m so sorry baby.”

grayson wish you could say something back, even if it was to spite him and call him out for his outburst hours earlier. he just wanted to hear your voice again.

“grayson, none of this was your fault!” ethan was quick to jump to grayson’s defence, hating the way his brother was beating himself up over something that was out of his control. ethan feared how grayson would react if the worst case scenario of turning your life support machine off would happen. it didn’t bare to think about.

hearing a knock at the door, grayson wiped his tears quickly before turning to see the doctor was approaching grayson with a warm smile. grayson felt a sense of relief finally meeting the incredible man tasked with saving your life.

“here’s some personal belongings that they recovered at the scene. this seemed to be the only thing to survive the terrible ordeal.” he said, handing grayson an all to familiar box of the watch brand he had non stop being gushing about.

as the doctor made his swift exit, promising to return shortly and check on your progress, grayson opened the box to reveal the item that causes you to end up where you were right now. with no pieces of his heart left to break, grayson felt numb.

the engraving of the date grayson first told you he loves you, joined together by your pairing initials, elegantly graced the under face of the watch. he swapped his old one with the new, staring down at the jewellery on his wrist that held a brand new meaning from the simple pleasure of owning it, he planned to never take it off.

everything seem to make sense now. the guy in the scandalous photo become Crystal clear as he recognised him to be the gentlemen from his brief encounter when trying to surprise ethan with a housewarming gift. much like what you were doing for grayson. he realised it now, when it was too late.

you never cheated on him. you never betrayed him. never used him. he discredited the great lengths you went to in order to surprise him with his dream watch. his own insecurities and the fact he was easily manipulated by twitter fingers and his so called fans, may be the reason you never wake up.

was this watch the only thing to survive the accident? grayson was about to find out.

{part 3}

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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why T.H.

wc: 6k (angst)

jerk!tom makes an appearance

You were angry, that was for sure. Tom knew why, it was his fault after all, but he'd never admit it. He would never 'man up' to you and just apologize like he should. At least, not when he should, but he would later, when the damage was already done and set in.

Truth be told, you were furious. How could he do that when he promised not to? You were more hurt than angry, if you were being honest. You didn't want to be the 'mother' but quite frankly, you were disappointed too.

It was your dream to own a bakery, but a bakery in London was something to get your hopes up. Dreaming big never ended well for you in the past, but after years of working your ass off, you had managed to achieve something you had wanted since you were young.

Your bakery, Flour Before Frosting, also happened to be where you met Tom, your boyfriend of almost 18 months. He had walked in one day, charming with a dashing smile, and asked for "your best made velvets, frosted with your number." You remember that day vividly, for it was one of the many times Tom would drop by before eventually taking you out and officially making you his girlfriend. Eight months and 17 days later, you moved out of your crappy flat and into his house (though it really just made things easier because you were already over every night).

You were in your shared bedroom, writing down new plans for how to decorate your bakery for the holidays.

"Hey, babe!" Tom called.

"In here, Tom," you yelled back.

"Oh- hey, luv. Got an old friend visiting next week, so I won't be by for our Wednesday lunch plans," he informed you.

"Oh, okay. Do you want some cupcakes and tea? Gonna have a new batch on Tuesday, fresh with new tea that Jackson just got. I think he made it- anyways, he gave me a sample a few weeks and I absolutely loved it. I think you'll like it too, it's just right for you." You rambled, and Tom laughed and shook his head at you.

"Yeah, darling. I'd love some cupcakes for my guest, gonna have to show off your amazing skills, aren't I?"

You blushed, waving your hand in the air as a hint for him to leave so he would stop flustering you. He ran over to kiss your cheek, leaving a Hershey kiss on your desk before yelling out that he'd be at the gym with Harrison for the next two hours.

Wednesday had come by, and you were on a lunch break, leaving Jackson in charge before heading to your favorite café for coffee and some light reading, and maybe even more planning. Heading in, you ordered and sat down in a booth. The door chime rung, making you look up from your papers and notebooks you had spread out to start your organizing. Tom, and what must've been his friend, walked in. You smiled as they went to the side of the restaurant with the small library of old, vintage books. They were facing away from you, sitting side by side in the angled lounge chairs. You were about to go over to and say 'hi' but your waitress came by with your coffee, so you stayed seated and went back to your work.

You saw Tom with the Tupperware box you gave him, enclosed with the small lunch note you always wrote him. He opened the box, giving a cupcake to the man talking to him (you were right in earshot), before reaching in for his, and the note. Before he got the chance to even look at it, his friend spoke up, frosting on his upper lip.

"You said these were made by a friend? This is fucking disgusting. Is it chocolate or..? Damn, ew, is this frosting healthy?" he laughed.

Tom nodded along, "I, uh, honestly couldn't uhm.." he trailed off, his friend looking at him with a confused expression, expectantly thinking for Tom to agree with him. "Yeah, man, I don't really fucking know."

His friend took another small nibble before playfully gagging, and looking at Tom while he bit into it for the first time. Tom reacted in the same way, 'gagging', to agree with his friend, before putting it on the table with his friend's cupcake.

"Who made that? Certainly wasn't Gordon Ramsey."

At this, Tom laughed. Whether he thought it was funny, or if he was just trying to ease the tension, you couldn't tell. You were too busy blinking tears away.

"You said you had tea?" he questioned Tom. Tom nodded. "Good, need something to wash away that disgusting thing people call a cupcake."

You cringed, turning your head to the side with squinted eyes because you truly couldn't sit there and listen to what someone thought was wrong with your life's work.

Tom didn't reply, just getting the tea in the thermoses in his bag, handing one to his friend while opening his. You were contemplating on if his lack of response was a good thing. On one hand, he wasn't completely encouraging the hate you were getting, but on the other hand, he didn't stick up for you either. Right now, that was all you could think about. But then, everything slipped your mind when both boys tried the tea you had specially made (early, for it wasn't to be sold in your shop for about another month) just for them.

Tom opened his thermos, smiling when he took a sniff at it, because you were right. It smelt like something he would love. His friend, however, would not agree. Taking one sip, he was just as rude about it as he was with the cupcake, going as far as spitting it back into the thermos.

He got up, taking both cupcakes with him, and dumped the thermos out in the trash can, the cupcakes following not long after. He sat down next to Tom, shaking his head with a coy grin before speaking.

"Next time, let's get Chinese or something," he laughed, Tom nodding along with him before slipping both thermoses back into his bag, dropping your note in the process. Before he got to pick it up, his friend crumpled it up and threw it towards the trash can, laughing probably a little too loudly about it. You were certain he knew it was a note from Tom's girlfriend.

You were still for five minutes, stunned. Ultimately, you decided to cut your lunch break short, packing up your stuff as quickly as possible, leaving a tip and rushing out, your back to the boys.

You had yet to bring anything up, though you weren't noticeably acting different around Tom. But when he mentioned the next week that his 'old friend' wanted to "eat dinner and get drunk" you were hesitant. You hoped this 'friend' was temporary, because the effects were already starting to show, and you didn't like what they were.

Tom didn't tell you when he'd be out with, Andrew, he said his name was? but you didn't think it would be the immediate week after the cupcake incident.

You were sitting on the kitchen stool, jotting down ideas for your shop when he came in.

"Oh, Y/N! Andrew and I decided to go out this Friday, said something about clubbing or shit. Anyways, he said don't expect me home early, but I might sneak away if he's drunk enough," he said, rather quickly, for while he was talking, he was filling a water bottle and grabbing some fruit.

"Wait, this Friday? I thought we-"

"Thanks, Y/N! Gotta head out," he was practically yelling, running to kiss you on the cheek before racing out and slamming the door shut.

Did he mean this Friday? His only day off for the rest of the month, the one where you two planned a film night, with take away and late night talks and star walks in the park?

It was only eight o'clock on a Wednesday morning, your late opening day, but you decided to head in early. Walking in, Jackson had already opened for you, being the gentleman he is, just setting up for the day, knowing you didn't want to walk in to a store full of customers without being there. He was sitting at a window table with his boyfriend, Jeremy, giggling and eating a muffin. When the door chime rung, he looked up, his boyfriend turning around to smile and wave while Jackson was coming towards you.

"Hey, Y/N! We're a little short on shortbread today," he laughed at his pun, "so I put in a new batch about 20 minutes ago. The chalk board is set up and the cappuccino machine is on-" he was about to turn away before he stopped abruptly. "Oh! And Tom stopped by while I was in the back. Jeremy said that he wanted you to know something about not eating cupcakes for this new diet? I don't know, he mentioned something about Anthony telling him about some diet that would help fo-"

"Andrew!" Jeremy cut in from behind, correcting him.

"Right, Andrew told him it would help for his job. So he said to stop making his weekly order."

"Oh," you weren't quite sure what you could say. Thank you? What the fuck? It was all jumbled into your brain too fast. "Thank you, J. Well, guess we should open shop for the day." With that, you worked until seven-thirty, an hour later than you usually would.

Arriving home, you walked in and set your bag down, heading for the kitchen to get water. Mid-drink, Tom walked in.

"Why are you home so late?"

You swallowed, placing the cup down, "I was working," you deadpanned, maneuvering around him so your shoulder wouldn't hit his on your way out. He followed you into the living room.

"It's almost 8!"

"Yeah? I don't know what you want me to say, Tommy. I'm sorry? I'll tell you what you want to hear, but that doesn't mean I mean it. "

He was silent for a second, laughing slightly, seemingly letting it go. You weren't joking, but you didn't want to argue, yet. "Right," he laughed again, "Sorry. I did want to talk to you though."

"We are talking."

"Smartass," he joked. You giggled slightly. "I've got to go back to press next week. I leave on Tuesday." You stopped laughing.

"For how long?"

"I'm always gonna be away for the same amount of time, Y/N, you know that. I'll be back mid October."

October? It was only the beginning of April.

"Well, I'll be back in London for a few days in July so you'll have that. Press ends around September, but I need to finish up Chaos Walking. I'll be here for Halloween though," he smiled encouragingly.

You nodded. "Okay.. do great things, Tommy," you always told him.

Friday rolled around, and you you were going to close the shop early for your night with Tom, but he was going out, so your plans were out the window. Instead, [your best friend] would be coming over at around eight. Tom would be gone by that time, right?

It didn't matter, because he wasn't even home when you got back from work. It was barely seven, you two usually had dinner together. Well, not this past week because he had plans with Harrison, and his brothers, and Andrew, and Tuwaine...and practically everyone else. Seeing as you had about an hour, you decided to shower, changing into some casual clothes. Tom was going clubbing... he wouldn't be back before 4 A.M., right? You didn't care, [your best friend] would spend the night anyways. You had a feeling it was going to be a long night.

You were wearing a cute tank, your favorite sleepwear, and some loose sweat pants. You were drying your hair with a towel when the doorbell rang. It rang again, so with the towel in your hand you ran down the stairs, yelling, "just a second," but it rang again. You swung the door open, confused, because [your best friend] always came in unannounced because you two were completely comfortable with each other. Instead, you were met with the boy from the cafe, Andrew. You looked around, and saw Tom's car parked by the curb, Tom waiting in the driver's seat while talking to someone in the back.

"Hey, Tom texted you or- whatever. We're going clubbing, can you get his stuff?"

"Uhm.. stuff?"

"Yeah.. he said you'd put his stuff inna backpack so he could get ready at my place," he answered confidently, as if you knew about this.

"I'm- uh, sorry? I don't have anything," you answered.

"What?" his eyes were wide with annoyance and disbelief.

The car honked, and Andrew turned around, shrugging his shoulder and mouthing something to Tom, before Tom came out and up to you.

"Didn't you get my text, Y/N? About the stuff sitting on my dresser?" he asked, straight up without so much as a 'hello' or 'how're you?'.

"No, I- no. No I didn't get your text, Tom."

"Well-"

"Well?" you interrupted.

"Thanks for, nothing I guess," he responded, moving past you and into the house to retrieve his things. Once again, you were left with Andrew on your porch, only this time he was eyeing you up and down, winking at you before yelling to Tom and going back to the car, Tom following not long after. This time, he didn't even bother saying goodbye on his way out. Just as they drove off, [your best friend] walked up.

"What the hell was that?" she shrieked.

"What?"

"That whole, 'thanks for nothing' bullshit. What kind of boyfriend thinks he can say that to his girlfriend?!"

You started heading in, taking one of her bags with you as she followed you inside. Placing her things down, you turned around, giving her a bear hug which she gladly returned.

"It wasn't that bad. Besides, he's been worse this week," you explained.

She was silent for a moment, shaking her head before talking. "Okay, I see why you called for a girl's night on such short notice. C'mon, lets get changed into some pajamas and get the snacks ready. It's been far too long since we've had actual time with each other," she gave you a sentimental smile, soft and sweet. You nodded, already planning on what to get and where to make the fort of blankets you already knew she wanted.

About half an hour later, she was in comfortable clothes, and you were in the kitchen making hot chocolate, getting chips and dip and pretzels and candy and everything in between. You had both decided to use the guest bedroom, which was accompanied with it's own bathroom. The room was probably a little smaller than the master bedroom, which was normal, but the bathroom was more expensive than yours. Plus, this one was used when the boys came over, so the Xbox, all the video games, movies, and the music equipment was here. Even with all this expensive stuff, the room was still as big as ever, so putting a fort in front of the bed barely took up any space.

You had to make at least three trips for all the food and stuff you were bringing, and because this was a guest bedroom, it had a mini refrigerator. Both of you decided to keep it pg-13, no alcohol or rated-R movies. Tonight, it was a Disney marathon with hot cocoa. At around 11:30, you had just finished your third movie, Beauty and the Beast, when [your best friend] stopped the ending credits and turned to you.

"Before we watch anything else," she turned to you while you did the same, "let's talk. We can fall asleep watching Disney, but we can't fall asleep and keep talking," you interrupted her, laughing, before nodding away. "So.. what's going on? With Tom, I mean, because you mentioned that he was worse earlier this week than he was today, and tonight he was pretty nasty so I mean- yeah, what else has he done?"

You paused, looking down and sighing, giving in. "Well, it started with Andrew, some 'old friend' he wanted to catch up with. I gave Tom some cupcakes and tea from the shop to eat with him. I was on my lunch break when the boys came into the same cafe and started eating. They didn't like it and- well.. they sorta threw it out after gagging about it," you said. Her eyes went wide. "I don't know, [best friend's nickname], I mean at first I was stunned, hurt obviously because it seemed to be on purpose because Tom knows I always go to that cafe on my lunch break. Is it a coincidence that he came to the same cafe at the exact same time I have my lunch break?"

You went on to explain how Tom had cancelled two dinner dates and a movie night within the past two weeks, and that he was going clubbing without inviting you, cancelling his weekly cupcake order and calling you clingy after you texted him about making sure he ate dinner. Not to mention he only just mentioned him leaving next week on a press tour, and spending his only day off with Andrew even though you two had planned spending that day together for a month.

By the time you were done listing off all the reasons, you were sobbing into [your best friend's] chest, trying to catch your breath. It was too late though, because Tom wasn't here and the events leading up to an attack like this could have only been noticed by him, seeing as [your best friend] wasn't here to see them herself. You couldn't hear anything, your pounding heart being the only thing filling your ears. [Your best friend's] attempt to calm you down wasn't working, resorting to the breathing exercises which were slowly drowned out. You could't even get a breath in. The realization hit you: if you didn't take control, you would faint. You had never had an attack this intense in at least four months, so everything needed to help you would take too long to get.

You gripped her arm, unable to focus on anything except for the fact that you were going to faint.

"I'm here, Y/N, I'm right here. It's going to be okay, right? We're gonna work things out. Yeah? Everything's gonna be alright. We're gonna be alright. We'll be alright," she cooed.

You blacked out, only for about two minutes, but you did. When you woke, you sobbed again, finding a steady breath before completely crushing [your best friend] with a hug, gripping her tightly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

She got you settled, convincing you to snack lightly before brushing your teeth, making sure you drank water. The fort was ready, untouched since your movie marathon, so you both climbed in and fell asleep watching Disney.

Four hours later, it was four o'clock in the morning, and the front door slammed shut.

"Y/N!" Tom slurred, dragging out the last syllable of your name. "Y/N!" he repeated, the same way but louder. "Where the fu-! OH! OW!" he screamed.

You and [your best friend] were already starting to sit up, confusion spreading across your faces before she got up, following her directly after. She opened the bedroom the door, and you stepped out, making your way down the stairs and seeing Tom sitting on the ground, missing a shoe with a rip on his shirt sleeve.

"There you are! I wus at the club a-and Andrew and I were hanging out and he took home some girl- he said if he was getting laid that I should come home and get laid by my lame-ass girlfriend, so come here! Fuck me!" he slurred, talking too loudly for your liking.

"Did you just call her a lame-"

"Tom, you're drunk. Go to bed," you cut her off, knowing how protective she would get. Honestly, you wanted her to scream and shout and yell at him, and you wanted to join her. But if you were going to, you wanted him to be completely sober so the guilt would really sink in.

"No wonder you're a lame-ass," he muttered.

"What was that?" [your best friend] yelled.

"Nothing! I'm going up to bed, see?" He looked at both of you before running up the stairs like a kid.

You both stood there, a little hesitant, before going up the stairs, talking on your way.

"Y/N, I swear if you hit him, you better knock some sense into him because that boy is so ridiculously stupid and undeserving of your love."

You laughed, growing quiet because you were beginning to think she was right.

The next morning, you and [your best friend] got up at nine to make pancakes and bacon, your usual sleepover breakfast. The speaker was playing One Direction, both of you singing and slightly dancing when Tom came downstairs, disheveled and hungover.

It was Saturday, his last Saturday with you, but it had taken him too long to get interested in hanging out with his girlfriend. "Hey, Y/N. Wanna do something today?" he asked.

[Your best friend] looked at you, but you had already made up your mind. "Sorry, Tom, [your best friend] and I are going shopping together. Next time, though," you said, before putting your dishes in the sink and slipping out of the room, [your best friend] following you out.

That night, you and your best friend departed ways, telling her you'd call and let her know when she could come over again. You got home, and decided to put your new things in the guest bedroom, because your clothes from last night were still there. The mess, luckily, was cleaned up thanks to [your best friend], who convinced you to help with the cleanup.

It was nearly ten-thirty by the time you got situated. You were in a new set of pajamas, sitting in front of the tele in the guest bedroom on the floor, looking at all the new things you bought. You found this super cute sweater, and a pair of jeans [your best friend] insisted on buying for you. You also found a pair of shoes to go with an outfit you had planned in your head; it was perfect. People say your looks shouldn't matter, but you felt good when you looked good, so you loved fashion. Overall, you and [your best friend] must have spent at least $800.

At around 11, you heard footsteps running around the house, before Tom came into the guest bedroom.

"What're you doing in here? Aren't you gonna sleep in our room?" he looked worried.

You lowered the shirt you were looking at, making eye contact. You hesitated, "I- yeah... Yeah I guess."

"You guess?"

You just shook your head, trying to be playful with it, but ending up avoiding his gaze all together and going back to looking at your new things.

"Y/N?"

You looked up, "Yeah?"

He looked -- surprised almost? There seemed to be a glint of hurt in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked.

You nodded, getting up and setting the shirt back in its bag, "C'mon, lets just go to bed."

He mumbled an agreement, turning around and walking to your bedroom. You left the guest room, closing the door and going into your room. It was weird-- to even consider it your bedroom, because you hadn't slept in it for about three days. The last time you did, Tom wasn't with you. Was it normal? Did all couples go through things like this? You didn't have much time to dwell on the thought, because you were already under the covers, sleep consuming you before Tom got the chance to talk to you about anything.

It was almost noon when you woke up on Sunday. Rolling over, you felt Tom's side of the bed empty. The feeling of the cold sheets didn't come as a surprise to you, he was gone every time you woke up even though he didn't start filming until around 10 A.M. . It was different this time, because it was your last weekend together. He was always at home on the weekends he wasn't away filming.

You pulled the covers off you, walking downstairs into the kitchen where you were met with Tom and Haz, quietly whispering things to each other. You didn't get to listen long, for both boys shot up and stood straighter, smiling to you. You just looked at them, slightly rolling your eyes before grabbing some juice and heading back into the guest bedroom.

When you came down ten minutes later for breakfast, both boys were talking normally again.

"Just talk to her, alright man?" Haz spoke.

"What am I supposed to say man? I can't just go up to my girlfriend and tell her I'm fucking pissed at how she's been ignoring me. Not gonna be rude like her-"

"Woah- woah woah, Tom. She's not that rude. Just have a civilized conversation with her. It's easy, you're just overthinking it."

"Okay.. okay, yeah- yeah," he stuttered, turning around on his heal but abruptly stopping when he saw you standing in the doorway. His jaw dropped, noticing your anger immediately.

"Maybe I should go-" Harrison started.

"No, no don't bother. I'll go, it's obvious you both want it."

You turned around, going up to Tom's bedroom and getting a change of clothes, immediately putting on your jeans and the rest of your outfit, before Tom came barging in.

"No- Y/N, I'm sorry. Please, let's talk," he begged.

You ignored him, getting some more clothes, enough to last you two days, before going into the bathroom for your makeup bag and some deodorant. Going back into the closet, you grabbed your work backpack, making sure all your notebooks and journals were in it, before shoving the things you had in to join them.

"Y/N, please. I- listen to me, please. I'm sorry, let's just talk. Talk it through, yeah?" he asked.

You looked up, talking rather emotionless. "No. We can talk when we've both thought our shit through, although I thought it was only you who needed to get their shit together, but obviously I was wrong. I'll be back after work on Monday, if you're even here to notice." With that, you moved past him, grabbing your phone and texting [your best friend], picking up your keys from it's hook and heading for the door. Haz was standing in the living room, and when you passed him he gave you a sentimental look, but you payed no mind as you glared him down, opening the door and slamming it in Tom's face, for he was downstairs too late.

About 10 hours had passed since you left, and Tom had only thought about you for two of them. Andrew and 'the gang' had called him, insisting that him and Haz join them for some fun. Tom had reluctantly agreed, much to Harrison's dismay.

At around eleven o'clock, Tom had had enough 'fun'. The guilt in him was killing him, but his anger for you was killing him even more. Telling Haz he'd be heading out, he drove home, getting into bed and thinking about what you'd talk about when you got back.

Monday had passed, and you were doing better than you thought you would be. You opened shop about 30 minutes early that Monday morning, knowing it was better to keep yourself occupied. It was [your best friend's] week off, so she offered to come with you to work, and 'volunteer' almost. She had quite some experience in waitress-ing , so you gave her that job. Around noon, Tom came into the shop, and [your best friend] called out, "Incoming, [your nickname]."

You looked up from the cappuccino machine, turning around to face the door Tom had just entered. The minute you saw him coming towards you, you spoke. Luckily there weren't that many people around who didn't know you, so they didn't react when you yelled at Tom.

"Get out."

"I just wanted to-"

"Get OUT!" you yelled, louder when Tom didn't listen to you.

He moved forward, leaving a Hershey kiss near the cash register, looking to you for your reaction. You picked it up, and threw it to [your best friend], who unwrapped it and ate it herself. He left after she pointed towards the door.

When you closed shop, you decided to head home, seeing as he was leaving tomorrow and you had obviously thought a lot about what to do. The only option, really: talk it out.

Walking in, you placed your bag by the door and went to get some water in the kitchen. Tom was standing there, staring into space. He noticed you come in, and immediately stood up straighter, obviously becoming more aware of his surroundings.

"Are you- are we talking now?"

"I'm here, yeah. Let's talk," you answered setting your cup down.

"What's your problem?" he asked. You looked at him like he was crazy, so he went on. "I mean, these past few weeks, you've completely ignored me. And when you did acknowledge me, it was a rather rude encounter. "

"You think I'm rude?" he nodded, and you scoffed. "Well I'm sorry you think I'm rude. You wanna know what I think is rude?"

"Look, I'm sorry my being honest upset you. But nobody said the truth was nice," he interrupted.

"Tom, what the fuck?"

"I'm just saying! Out of the two of us, you're the one who has more problems!"

"What the hell does that mean?"

"It means that you are always the one who cries over shit, and gets upset at little things," he answered. You looked at him in disbelief. "What I'm saying is you're over-dramatic and too sensitive."

"Oh for fuck's sake," you started. "You just- you just don't know when to quit, do you?"

"You said to talk! I'm talking!"

"You're being completely unreasonable."

"Am I? Because all you've talked about is how you think I'm crazy. Do you even have anything to say?"

"Fine! You want me to talk? I'll talk. I've been rude to you because you are the one who let that man you call a fucking friend insult my life's work. You completely agreed with him, took in my hate and didn't even stand up for me!" You yelled. Tom didn't know you knew about that, and he was about to interject but you kept going, "And to make things worse, you kept seeing him! Every single fucking week, it was 'Andrew said this!' 'Andrew said that!'. You cancelled dates to see him! Call me over-dramatic, but when your boyfriend cancels a date on his only day off, I think most girls would be pretty fucking pissed," you walked out of the kitchen.

Tom was in the living room too, following you. "Yeah, well I'm sorry I cancelled our plans, but we live together. Don't you think we see enough of each other because of that?"

"Wha- what?"

"Think about it! We see each other all time because we live together," he reasoned.

"Yeah, I guess you're right,"

"See-"

"If you were ever around, I would see you a lot. But you're never around, so no, Tom, we don't see each other a lot. I work too, remember!"

"Not like I do," he mumbled.

"What?" you yelled.

"Nothing."

"No, Tommy. If you have something to say, you better fucking say it or so help me-"

"I said 'not like I do'!"

"What? Because I'm not some movie star with his head up his ass, I don't work hard?"

"My head's not in my ass, yours is! All I wanted to do was talk things out, not get fucking blamed for things that aren't my fault!"

"Yeah? Well all I wanted was someone better," you quipped back.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"What have I done wrong! Please, enlighten me! All you've done is complain about the stupidest things!"

"So my feelings are stupid, now?"

"Did I fucking say they were?" he yelled, voice raising as he stepped closer.

"Sounded like it to me!" you yelled, raising your voice to meet his.

"Just tell me! Do you have anything else to say?"

"You- you really are stupid, Tom."

"No, Y/N. I'm not. You are, not even telling me why you're so fucking angry at me."

"I'm angry because I had my first attack in months because of you. You! The person who told me he'd always be there to help me through one, not cause one. I'm angry because you go out without even bothering to ask if I'd like to join you. A-And then you just throw it at me that you're leaving for, what? Seven months?! Not to mention you completely stopped eating things from my shop because of a so-called diet? And you're off with that Andrew guy, who eyed me like a pervert even though he knows I'm taken. You know how uncomfortable I am with that! And don't you dare say you didn't know, when you're the one coming home drunk telling me he's picked up another girl and telling you that you should go home and get laid too. God knows you'd listen to him if he asked you to cheat on me. Not to mention how you called me fucking clingy because I was checking up on you. You want me to stop making sure you're okay? You want me to stop caring?" you screamed. "Because you say the words and I will fucking back off for good. "

He was silent for a second, only missing a beat, contemplating on if he should apologize or keep fighting. Because he didn't want you to be angry, but he wanted to win. He needed to win. "Yeah, I wish you would back the fuck off. You're always on me!" he screamed. "And I get wanting to be affectionate, but you're just fucking sickening. Too much love."

That made you stop. "You think I'm loving you too much?" you asked quietly, and Tom looked at you, really looked at you, after hearing the change in your voice. You were quiet, practically whispering now. It wavered slightly, your eyes were glossy and red.

"I- I didn't-" he started, but it was no use. The damage was done.

He knew better than anyone about your past, which had caused a massive buildup in insecurities that were inevitably killing you. When you met Tom, he had promised to discard each and every one of your insecurities until you loved yourself as much as he did.

"No, you did. And you fucking know it." You were walking upstairs, getting yet another bag ready to last you until Tom left for his press tour.

"No, no Y/N, I'm sorry. Listen to me, baby. I didn't mean it," he begged.

"You wouldn't have said it if you didn't mean it," you said, choosing a few shirts to shove into your backpack. "Your intentions were pretty clear, Tommy. I'll stop caring for you, stop putting in effort for this toxic relationship. I'll stop loving you, because right now, it seems like loving you is the one thing wrong with me," you said, finding some pants and your makeup bag.

You were making your way downstairs now, "Y/N, Y/N please. Please I need you. I can't leave us like this- not when I leave tomorrow."

"What 'us,' Tom? There is no 'us' anymore."

"What're you saying?" he asked, tears finally falling from his face.

"I'm saying it's time I move on from you. Moving on means not having you. So, we're done," you opened the front door.

Tom stood in the doorway while you gripped the handle. "So- we- we're.."

"I'll be out before you come in July," you filled in. With that you slammed the door, driving to [your best friend's] house, while Tom sobbed on the floor in what used to be a home of two people who loved each other.

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harrywritingsbyme · 3 years

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Hi would you mind writing a short lil something about Harry and Reader turning bubs‘ room into a big boy room and getting kind of emotional getting rid/storing away all his baby stuff? That last ask was so cute 🥺

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A/N: So I just wanted to write something. So I wrote some dad!Harry fluff for y’all bc this concept was too cute and I just loved it so much. It’s just a little blurb, that kinda gives me a head cannon type of vibe for some reason...so I hope it doesn’t suck lmao! enjoy🥺🥰

Your little boy was growing up so fast. It was almost as if you had blinked and the time just passed you both by. You and Harry could vividly remember the day you two found out that you were expecting, when bubs was just a tiny bean in your stomach. The both of you were beyond happy in that moment. You were gleefully jumping around the bedroom and you two let the joy filled tears from the amazing news flow from your eyes as you celebrated this monumental moment in you guys’ family and life together.

Over the course of the nine or so months following that day, you and Harry happily watched as your baby boy (and you for that matter) grew. You and Harry got to see your baby at your scheduled ultrasounds and you watched him transform from a little dot on the screen to a fully formed baby with ten fingers and toes along with a miniature version of Harry’s nose. The two of you felt bubs growing too. When you felt yourself getting bigger, your son was getting bigger as well. Along with the increase in the amount of weight forming in your midsection, you could feel your son moving around too. As you became farther along in your pregnancy, you could feel your baby boy moving around in your stomach more and more. There were so many times where bubs would move around and kick you, to which you’d let out a sharp wince and Harry would softly yet “sternly” reprimand his son letting him know that it wasn’t nice to kick his mommy. But even though you could definitely go without a swift kick to your ribs, you couldn’t stop the little smile from spreading across your face once you got over the initial pain of it all. You were so happy to feel that your baby boy was growing and healthy, and you were beyond excited to see him.

Along with a couple of very memorable days throughout your pregnancy, and the day you found out that you were expecting, the day you finally gave birth was definitely a day that would always remain clear at the forefront of you and Harry’s minds. After an epidural(that was hardly effective in your opinion), hours upon hours of being in labor, a lot of tears, and some strong screams at Harry, the two of you finally welcomed your baby boy into the world. He was absolutely perfect and everything you and Harry had envisioned. Even though he was much bigger than the tiny dot on the screen at the very early stage of your pregnancy, he was still incredibly tiny. Especially when he was in Harry’s arms. The two of you soaked up every moment with your baby boy and neither of you wanted him to grow up and not be the little baby that fit perfectly in your arms. Even when he kept the two of you up at night and into the wee hours of the morning, you and Harry never wanted him to grow up.

But that’s exactly what he did. Again, it was like the two of you blinked and the time just blew right past you both. One moment he was the tiny little human that found his home in your belly and then in your arms. And the next he was a two and a half year old carbon copy of Harry with a sprinkle of you in the mix that had a big and amazing personality of his own. He was without a doubt you and Harry’s favorite person in the world and there weren’t enough words in the world to describe how much love you two had for that little boy. But even though this was the case, you and Harry couldn’t help but miss that little baby you brought home two and a half years ago.

And since he was no longer a baby anymore, it was time for bubs to get his first big boy room.

He’d already outgrown so many of the clothes you and Harry had gotten him along with the toys he had. The last thing on the outgrown list was the crib. And once that was finally crossed off the list, it meant that he’d finally outgrown everything. Which meant that it was time to give him a room that best suited him and his growth along with his interests. You and Harry noticed that bubs had taken a great interest in dinosaurs. From the toys he wanted and played with to the books he wanted to read to his favorite pajamas, everything was dinosaurs. So that’s what you and Harry decided to play off of when building your sons new room. The two of you wanted to create a dinosaur oasis for him and you wanted it to be everything that the toddler could possibly want. For almost four months you and Harry bought all of the furniture and decor that fit perfectly into the dinosaur theme the two of you had envisioned. And as it all came in, the two of you were able to perfectly and seamlessly put the room together. Every once in a while having a little hiccup in the process like not centering a nail on the wall or something, but nothing major.

Now while you and Harry were loving the project and enjoyed doing this for your son, it was still a really hard process for you both. Particularly for Harry though. As the two of you got closer to being done with the new room, you and Harry began packing up bubs’ baby clothes and things that he grew out of so that you could donate them and make space for the new things you two had gotten for him. As you two packed though, Harry was incredibly sad. While he loved his little man who ran around and was just full of life and energy, he missed his little baby. He couldn’t pick him up and have him all snug and tucked into his arms the same way he used to. Bubs was bigger and all of that was sinking in now as Harry packed up all of the small clothes and toys. With everything that was placed into the container, a little coo or memory left Harry’s mouth. He couldn’t stop himself from getting a little emotional at the fact that his baby was now a big boy. The both of you were incredibly sad that he was growing up so fast.

And even though it was an incredibly sad thing to think about, what made both you and Harry happy about it all was the big smile and shouts of amazement that came from your son once you two revealed the room to him. He was absolutely in love with his new big boy bed and all of the dinosaur pictures and decor on the walls, and the toys, and the dinosaur nightlight you two had gotten for him. He ran around the room looking at everything and taking it all in and just loving what his mommy and daddy put together for him. He couldn’t stop saying the cutest little thank you’s which only melted you and Harry even more. Seeing bubs so happy made you and Harry beyond happy and it made the whole growing up thing a bit easier.

After showing some of the things he couldn’t immediately see in his new room and playing with him a bit, you and Harry decided to step out and let bubs enjoy his new room for a little bit while you two continued with cleaning out his old room. The two of you gave the little boy a ton of squeezes and kisses before leaving him alone with his toys and getting back to packing all the baby stuff up. You and Harry had a set up on the floor so the two of you got back down there and went back to folding and looking through things. After a little while though, Harry couldn’t do it anymore. He was too overcome with the fact that his baby boy was getting bigger and now had his first big boy room. All of it was just too much for him. Keeping the little clothing item in his hand, Harry turns himself around and lays down on the floor, resting his head in your lap and causing you to turn your attention onto him.

“What’s going on babe?” You ask, finishing up the fold on the item in your hands before giving him your full attention.

“M’sad” Harry mumbles with a big pout spread across his face.

“Why baby?” You coo, bringing one of your hands to the side of his face and the other to his hair.

“Because! Our baby isn’t a baby anymore.” Harry whines dramatically.

“It’s not like he’s 30 or something with a wife and kid of his own...you are.” You joke, trying to lighten the mood.

“Y/n!” He whines.

“Okay fine! I hate it when you’re all mopey and sad, so don’t be. I’m sad too, but it’ll be okay. No matter how big he gets, he’ll always be our baby.”

“I know, I just can’t stop thinking about how small he was when we brought him home and how he really needed us. Now he’s this little person who isn’t as small and who is starting to not need us. He’s his own little person.” He explains.

“Well he is his own little person. But he’s only two and a half, so he’ll be needing us for a good while Harry.” You reassure him with a little laugh, trying your best to comfort your very emotional husband. “What will make you feel better? What’s gonna make my baby feel better?” You coo, softly pinching his cheek in the process.

“Make another baby?” He proposes, turning is head up towards you.

“You know that takes both of us right?” You ask sarcastically, trying your hardest to not roll your eyes at him.

“If I’m not mistaken, I remember you being a big fan of the baby making process.” He reminds you smugly.

“Maybe.”

“See! Plus we’ve talked about it a couple times, so it’s the perfect time.” He says happily in your lap. “If we put bubs down for his nap now, we can have our second bubby cooking in there by dinner.” He says optimistically, bringing a hand up to your currently empty stomach.

“I don’t think that’s how it works Harry.” You deadpan, trying to hold back your laughs from how happy and cute he was in this moment.

“Who cares?! It never hurts to try!!” Harry continues on. “Are you in?” He asks hopefully.

“Let’s make another baby then.” You giggle, giving in to the idea. From the outside looking in, it may have looked like a bit of a spur of the moment thing. But in actuality, you were already thinking of possibly adding another member to the Styles family. You too were sad at the idea of your little boy growing up. And on top of that, you wanted him to have a sibling and someone to play with. So it all kind of worked out. Bubs was going to be turning three soon and you and Harry were really thinking and talking about another baby so it was perfect. You just hoped that you wouldn’t be popping out another baby as each of the other kids were growing up. You were kind of crossing your fingers that going forward a big boy bed didn’t come with the quest of having another baby.

Maybe after baby number two harry wouldn’t be so sad about growing up.

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Lady Of The House Pt. 2 (Henry x Reader)

Heyyyyyy, so I finally finished this part, please let me know if you want to see more of this. Enjoy!

Part one

After the delicious breakfast Henry and (y/n) had he told her that they must attend a charity event that his brother was throwing. She always enjoyed those types of outings with him, she liked the attention and how Henry would proudly show her off and twirl her around the dancefloor, Henry always made her feel wanted and appreciated. However with that type of short notice, she was left running around her wardrobe room with Jennette and Angelina on her side, trying to pick an outfit, it wasn't like she didn't have any, but she always wanted to be perfect, the Cavill family had accepted her but not without difficulties, at the end of the day they all saw her as this little shiny toy Henry would dispose at some point.

"What about this? It still has the tag on it"

Angelina spoke lightly holding up the extravagant green gown Henry had bought her one day, she had mentioned her favorite designer so the next day Henry sent her 8 different gowns that he liked.

Angelina was new to the roaster, Jennette (y/n) quickly came to the realization that a few of the maids and butlers were giving out information about (y/n) to Henry's mom, she was a wonderful lady when (y/n) was around because she saw her as just a girlfriend and not the wife, so they swiftly got replaced. (Y/n) approached Angelina and let her fingers trace the fabric as she turned to look at Jennette.

"Isn't the slit a bit too much for a family event?"

"I think it's finally time for you to make this statement... miss Cavill"

(Y/n) giggled at the name, Jennette liked calling her that as a small joke and a reminder that she is now the lady of this house. (Y/n) was always a big personality but this life made her feel small and uncertain. She bit her lip before she started nodding to herself, Angelina smiled in triumph due to feeling accomplished with finding the dress for (y/n).

"Angelina help miss (y/n) put the dress on, I'll be downstairs if you need me"

"Yes miss jennette"

As (y/n) started to take off her robe to slip on the right dress, jennette walked out of the master bedroom and towards the entrance of the house, that's where Mister Henry was waiting for his lady. Jennette was curious about the reason he had asked to see her privately to talk about (y/n).

she wasn't worried about it though, Jennette had a good feeling about this since everyone could clearly see how madly in love he was with her, he had brought other women home in the past yet they were never introduced to the staff, they had remained anonymous visitors. She slowly walked down the marble stairs while Mister Henry was standing in front of a mirror, fixing his tie.

"You asked to see me sir?"

"Yes Jennette"

His tone of voice was light as a feather, kind and melodic as he finally rearranged himself and took his eyes off his reflection and turned to Jennette who was patiently waiting close to him.

"How's (y/n) been doing?"

"She is finally getting comfortable, Angelina has been helping with making her feel in charge"

Henry slowly nodded as a ghost of a smile on his lips. He remembered how scared she was in the beginning, how she would stutter while talking to the staff or some days she wouldn't even leave the bed until he came home. He could recognize how much she has flourished and rose to the occasion. He was so thankful when (y/n) started to smile while talking to him about Jennette, she needed an ally and now Angelina was another soldier

"I'm going to ask her to marry me"

Jennette gasped in a happy demeanor and started to clap fastly with her fingers while her palms remained together. Henry was aware how close the two of them had grown to become, Lady Jennette has been around his family since he was a young adult, when he first started getting involved in the "family business".

however all his brothers had kids and a wife, (y/n) was the only woman he could see a future with, just the thought of her with a big round belly made him feel all warm and fuzzy, he felt alive next to her and her presence never left his mind, he had a reason to keep living and working. As soon as he had laid eyes on her that night he stayed at the hotel she was working at he just had to have her, it was almost compelling

"Of course you can't tell her"

"I would never dream of such a thing sir"

Before Henry could speak he heard the door of his bedroom open, along with giggles that probably came from Angelina and (y/n). Both of them waited for her to turn the corner and appear.

(Y/n) felt his eyes on her as soon as she stepped at the top of the stairs. Jennette was smiling at the sight of her while Henry remained silent. Angelina helped her lift up her dress ever so slightly so she can take the steps down without a problem. You could hear her heels click on the well polished floor. Ever since she met him the look he gave her every time he saw her was addictive, she felt like the most beautiful woman in the world when he gave her this intense look that scanned her body.

"If the slit is too much I can go change"

"You look stunning my love"

He reassured her and walked to her. His hands immediately found hers and her raised one to his lips to place a gentle kiss on her knuckles while never breaking eye contact. She smiled back and instinctively she filled the space between them so she could hug him, his cologne made her feel safe knowing that he was there was the most comforting idea.

After a few moments she pulled away but their hands remained intertwined. Every single time they had to attend a family event he could sense her anxiety, at any other gala she was right at home but when it came to his family she looked like a kid going through school exams.

"Don't be nervous love"

"I'm not nervous"

She quickly shot back in defense. She could tell that he wasn't convinced, yet he chose to let it go, acknowledging the fact that pushing her more would only do more damage than good. Her hair was down and styled to perfection, her make up was done to bring out her beauty even more, she looked like a true goddess coming to bless the mortals.

"Don't wait for us jennette"

"Yes sir. Have a good night"

The car ride was spent by (y/n) looking out the window while her one hand traced her necklace and the other held Henry's, he chose to silently support her. He could comprehend how scary his family could be for an outsider, of course they were nice when she was around but (y/n) was no fool, she noticed the quick side eyes and the few whispers when she turned her back, she only bit her lip and smiled for Henry's sake, as well as the fact that if she wanted to be in this family she had to outsmart them, she was aware that they acted like that because she was the girlfriend, as soon as Henry would propose nobody would dare to say anything, she would officially be a Cavill. It was a shallow reason but she just wanted to be recognized for what she was, a woman that all she did was fall in love.

As the driver opened the door Henry got out first and then he helped (y/n) get out, before she got the chance he slightly kneeled in front of her to fix the end of her dress that touched the floor. His gentle grace of his fingers from her calf that went over her thigh brought goosebumps all over her body.

"I love this dress on you"

"I think you will have to wait until we get back home to show me how much you do"

Henry's reply was to lean down and press a kiss on her naked left shoulder before offering his arm for her to take as they walked in the Mansion as a couple.

(Y/n) felt the awfully familiar tightness in her chest as they entered, people were mingling, the smell of cigars lingered in the air as you could see the smoke in the air, even though the staff had done it's best to open windows and keep the air fresh.

"(Y/n)!"

She heard a woman call her name at a rather enthusiastic tone. As she turned she saw it was Henry's sister in law Chiara. She was dressed in a black dress that was a bit more modest than hers, yet it complimented her delicate figure in such a way that made her look like the glamorous Hollywood stars back in the day. The brunette woman opened her arms and offered (y/n) a warm hug. (Y/n) hugged back, feeling grateful that the host was one of the people in this family that she actually got along with. Chiara had married into the family years ago, she was rather tall and very intimidating, she vividly remembered the story of how Charlie traveled back and forth from the UK to Austria just to get a date with her.

"You look exquisite"

(Y/n) complimented her, Chiara smiled as she gave an up and down look with a smirk on her painted lips.

"Same goes for you dear, the hawk is going to have a heart attack… love it"

Chiara and (y/n) had bonded over how tightly Henry's mother held the strings, Chiara was the first to pull (y/n) aside and warn her that she is like that with anyone however she is all bark and no bite. Many nights have been spent over the phone with Chiara giving advice to (y/n). They were so different yet they found comfort in one another.

"How are you Chiara?"

Henry joined in, he didn't care that Chiara forgot to greet him, quite the opposite he was pleased (y/n) was getting the attention she deserved. Chiara looked at him and in the meantime Charlie started to approach her from behind, (y/n) had to admit that even though she met Chiara while she was married she still felt like Chiara was a single woman, Charlie traveled a lot which Chiara had stated multiple times that it was the reason she was still married to him, she needed her space and craved time alone. So as one can assume that she wasn't really eager to have a baby either.

"I'm well, I'm surprised you guys made it. I thought you had to be in Scotland"

"(Y/n) is not fond of Scotland"

He simply responded. To be fair she thought it was a beautiful country but it was springtime and she wanted to go somewhere with a bit more sun. A waitress approached the two couples and offered champagne, Henry reached for two glasses and offered (y/n) one, Chiara and Charlie were already holding a glass.

"Here you go love"

"Thank you"

"Cheers, to another successful season"

Henry raised his glass while the others followed. As they clinked their glasses and all the group took a sip, the taste of the bubbly drink soothed (y/n)'s nerves, her shoulders started to relax and the tightness on her chest was little to none.

"Where's mom and dad?"

"Oh last time I saw them they were talking to our brother"

"We should go say hello"

"Alright, it was nice seeing you"

(Y/n) said before Chiara leaned in a bit to whisper in her ear "you got this doll".

(Y/n) giggled at her and Chiara just stepped back and gave her a playful wink. Henry's hand found the small of her back before gently guiding her away from the couple, the last glimpse she got off the couple was Chiara turning to say something to her husband as she flipped her long wavy hair back.

(Y/n)'s heart stomped so loud she started feeling the pressure on her ears, out of instinct she clenched her jaw and tried to mask her nervousness. Henry spotted his parents and walked to them, knowing well that (y/n) is already done with the situation and depending on how this goes they might have to leave immediately.

"Henry and (y/n), is so good to see you"

Henry's father, Colin, was the first to greet them with a kind smile on his face. Colin had always been nothing but kind to (y/n), which was surprising to her since she had stereotypically thought that the father would be the hardest one to crack. Colin hugged his son and then proceeded to take (y/n)'s hand and give a kiss on her hand.

"It's good to see you young lady"

"Thank you"

"How are you dear?"

His mother Marianne said before going in for a very forced hug, yet she was grateful they still had a civil type of communication especially around others.

"I'm well, how are you?"

"You've lost weight, I was hoping you would have gained some, oh you would look so cute with a little baby bump"

(Y/n) let out a nervous giggle, not knowing how to answer. They weren't even married, let alone have a baby, she wanted to have kids but she was still young and wanted to enjoy having henry for herself a little longer.

Henry's hand went from the small of her waist to wrapping around her as a way to bring her closer to him. He had heard this over and over again, the only difference was that to him they questioned if she was worthy to bring an heir to the family.

"Not yet mother, I still enjoy seeing her in these tight clothes"

"Henry we are still your parents. He is right Marianne, let them have some fun"

"I'm sure (y/n) can have fun but Henry you are not getting any younger"

(Y/n) was at the edge of just disassociate as her gaze started to focus on a vase behind Marianne. In any other case if this woman was a random stranger she would have popped off and started to insult her. The squeeze she received from Henry's hand pulled her out of her trace. She bit her lip as she tried to find the right thing to say, she wanted kids but the subject of babies was something they hadn't even discussed other than the cheeky comments during sex. The squeeze she received from Henry's hand was enought to bring her out of her trance and now the tightness on her chest was replaced by a fire of anger.

"You know last time you questioned my credibility as a potential wife, so this new situation of wanting me to get pregnant is at least a step"

"Honey I don't know what you are talking about"

"You do, we all do"

She hit back before downing the rest of her drink. Henry smiled in triumph, he was taken back by her boldness on one hand, on the other she held her own and showed the spark he loved to see.

"I think it's time for us to leave. I love you both"

Henry hugged both of his parents and his dad gave (y/n) another kiss on the hand, when she turned to Marianne (y/n) smiled and took her in for a big hug, making Marianne let out a small "oh".

"Water under the bridge… dear"

(Y/n) said at a lower tone before she pulled away and took her spot again next to Henry.

"Have a good night"

Henry said before taking (y/n) away from them. Henry's hand slowly slid from her waist to her bum, he didn't do anything he just let it rest on it. (Y/n) was smart enough to understand that this small change of movement meant that not only was he not mad she responded, he was turned on by her.

"You never seize to amaze me love. I'll call the chauffeur but we got 15 minutes before he arrives"

"Plenty of time to see what decor they have in the bathroom"

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wicked-mind · 3 years

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Betrayed: Chapter Three

Summary: Everybody thought Steve’s sister had passed away decades ago. But when you show up at the facility and try to attack Bucky, there are questions to be answered.

Word count: 5.2k

Warning: A bit of violence, talk of kidnapping and torture, talk of surgery, a hint of PTSD

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NOTE: I would like to thank everybody for your support. As I previously said, this is the first time posting any sort of creative writing on any platform. As a thank you, I'll be releasing two chapters today (3/19/21). Again, any feedback is appreciated. Enjoy (:

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CHAPTER THREE- The Truth

It had been about 6 months since Y/N arrived at at the facility. She liked it here. She was able to get to know who her brother was now, hearing about his stories. He was careful to try and leave Bucky out of it as much as possible, but sometimes he would come up. The more Steve talked about Bucky, the less Y/N would flinch at his name. It’s like Steve was replacing that bad memory of him taking her with new ones about how Bucky had redeemed himself, sacrificing everything to help protect the universe from Thanos.

“I always imagined you like this, Steve.” Y/N had said to him one day, gesturing at him as she listened to his stories, “Even though you were five foot, four inches and weighed nothing, I always knew this was the real you.” She smiled, at him, to which Steve laughed and replied, “I’m glad someone saw passed my height.”

Y/N trained with Clint and Wanda. Although Y/N and Clint had a bit of a rough start with the arrow thing as well as calling her a vampire, they became friends quickly. Joking at one another often, especially during training. He had nicknamed her ‘Little Vampire’. Her abilities began to hone in, and she hadn’t had an outburst of violence since the night she arrived. Besides her brother, Wanda was the person Y/N was closest with. They even shared a bedroom now, and others in the neighboring bedrooms often heard laughing throughout the night coming from the bedroom. They did almost everything together. Train, eat, watch movies, occasionally go shopping. Wanda even taught Y/N how to drive, testing out the fast cars on the long stretch of road leading to the facility.

There was still one problem though. Bucky. Y/N couldn’t be in the same room as Bucky, which everybody noticed. For the first few months, when Bucky entered a room that Y/N was in or vice versa, the room would get quiet. It was like there was a stare down between the two. Y/N would tense up, her red eyes locking on Bucky. Out of respect and guilt, Bucky always left the room, even if he was there first. He caused her enough pain for a lifetime, he didn’t want to be a constant reminder of the worst time of her life. He owed her that much. At least he could hear her laugh with Wanda. Sometimes he would stay awake at night, either laying in his bed or standing outside her door and listening to her laugh. He missed Y/N’s laugh so much. He used to hear it almost everyday growing up, watching her smile. Her joy was always infections to others, especially him. He often wondered when the last time she laughed was. He was sure she didn’t laugh until she came here and met Wanda. The first time he heard her laugh while Y/N has been here, he smiled, standing around a corner as he listened to Wanda and Y/N watch the cheesy Captain America movie. Bucky wished more than anything he could join in the laughter. He wanted to feel the warmth that Y/N always brought him, but knew he wasn’t what she needed or wanted right now.

After about 4 months, they were able to be in the same room. Bucky had been sitting at the kitchen bar, talking to Steve about how he could fix things and help Y/N. When speak of the devil, she walked in alone. Usually her and Wanda were always together, but this time she was alone. She paused when she entered, staring at Bucky who was looking back to her. She then moved to the fridge, grabbing out some grape juice. Her favorite. Wanda made sure it was on the list every week just for her, and if she forgot to put it on the list, Bucky would scribble it down. She grabbed a glass out of a cupboard. She was facing Bucky, but not looking at him. She was focused on her task of getting juice. As she poured, her eyes flicker to meet his gaze. She quickly looked back down until her glass was full. She put the grape juice back in its spot in the fridge, picking up her glass. Her eyes flickered between Steve and Bucky. She gave a soft smile but it faded quickly as she left back the way she came, returning to her room.

Once Steve was sure she was out of earshot, he turned to Bucky, raising his eyebrows, “Progress.” He said with a smile. It was nothing compared to how much Bucky was grinning. This was the first time he had been able to get her to actually look at him, not stare him down or glare like he was her enemy. She even smiled a little bit, probably at Steve, but Bucky was taking it as a win. For the first time in the last four months, he felt hope in being able to be Y/N’s friend again. But he wouldn’t push it, he would wait for her.

Two months later, present time, it was time to answer the hard questions. Steve sat down on his sister’s bed beside her. Wanda had some idea of what happened, as Y/N talked about the trauma to her most. That and the fact Wanda could see inside her head, but only ever did it with Y/N’s permission.

“Y/N, tell us everything you remember.” Steve said, looking at his sister. He needed to know what was done to her, where, and if there were any remaining Hydra agents. He needed to know if there were anymore enhanced humans Hydra could have made.

Y/N looked at her brother, then to Wanda, then to the floor letting out a sigh. She had been dreading. She put her face in her hands, then slowly ran them up through her blonde hair. She hated talking about it, but knew Steve had given her enough time to process her new home.

“Bucky sent me a letter, saying he was coming home from deployment. He set up a date and where to meet. I was so excited to keep our promise.” Y/N swallowed hard, “When we met, he greeted me. He smiled, but there was no emotion in his eyes. I figured it was from the war, you know, needing to adjust. I was just happy he was safe. We talked for a moment, before walking down the street. It was dark, the street lamps were out which I thought was odd. Then suddenly, he grabbed me, pulling me into the trunk of a car. I was in that trunk for what felt like days,” She paused, pushing past the pain it was causing her, “Then, we were outside this bunker. It was snowing, cold. I didn’t know where we were. He took my hood off, holding my arm as he lead me through the doors. I was watched by all these men, wearing a red octopus with a skull on their uniforms. He handed me to them, practically throwing me into their grasp. I looked back at him, pleading for help. He ignored me and followed as the men took me to this medical chamber and strapped me down on a cold table. I could see the medical instruments on a tray. They had these syringes filled with red liquid. I screamed for Bucky to help me, for anybody to help me. Nobody did.. They gagged me and began. I couldn’t tell you what they did, I closed my eyes until I passed out from pain, after seeing Bucky leave the room. I do remember though before I passed out, up in the gallery that overlooked the room, red eyes staring at me.” Y/N said softly, looking at Steve.

“The rest of it is a little blurry. I think I’ve blocked it out of my mind after I was made into this, knowing I wouldn’t want to remember. Then, after a few years, something happened. I remember I was called back to that bunker. There were two others with red eyes. They put us in these steel coffin type things.” Y/N paused, before chuckling a little bit which shocked Steve, “Don’t tell Clint that, it’ll just make the vampire thing a little too real for him.” She joked for a moment, but not hearing any laughter she sighed and continued, “They put us to sleep. When I woke up, seven months ago, it took days of punching that steel coffin until I was able to get it open.” She traced the silver scars on her knuckles, remembering blood, although there wasn’t much pain, “But that wasn’t the end of the it. Wherever they put me, I was buried. I had to claw my way through dirt, grass, and two feet of snow until I saw grey skies. It was snowing. I fled to the nearest city, hiding in an abandoned building. I could feel something in my brain, trying to tell me to go back and sleep. I itched at the spot until I could feel my skull and stole a drill from a nearby family. I drilled out the spot of my skull, then pried the chip out with my fingers. I left it in that building.” Y/N was now staring at the wall as she spoke, her face emotionless. She knew Wanda was watching her memories vividly, wincing as she watched the process of taking the chip out, “It didn’t take long after that for me to see your face everywhere, and the face of the Avengers. I had to find you and I did. You know the rest from there.”

It was silent in the room for a minute. Steve was holding back some tears hearing about his sister’s torture with Hydra, not wanting her to see. Wanda had the saddest look on her face, feeling like she was there herself through Y/N’s memories. Steve broke the silence, “Thank you for telling me,” He said, putting a hand on his sister’s back. He didn’t want to make her relive this, but he got the information him and the team needed. There were more of these red-eyes buried somewhere, just waiting to escape.

What they didn’t know, is Bucky was outside the door, listening to every word Y/N said. He felt nauseous hearing her stories. The sweet woman he knew.. She had been taken and forced into this traumatic life. Taken by his own hand. A tear ran down his cheek which he quickly wiped away. When she was done talking, he stood up and went back to his own room before they could catch him eavesdropping. He felt full of rage at Hydra but more importantly at himself. No wonder she tried to kill him. Half of him wishes she did, he deserved it and maybe it would’ve brought her more peace. But the other half of him was glad she did save him, wanting to prove himself to her that he wasn’t that person and that he was the same Bucky Y/N remembered from watching their sunrise.

After Steve had shared the information for the team, they decided to mobilize and search out this base. It would be at most a week they were gone. Everybody was going, besides Y/N, Bucky, and Clint who had promised his family not to go into any more dangerous missions unless absolutely necessary. Y/N pleaded with Steve not to go, or at least leave Wanda behind with her. But Steve had told his sister they needed to go, make sure everything was safe, and Wanda needed to go as well as she had seen the bunker and its layout in her head. Reluctantly, Y/N agreed.

Two days into the longest week of her life since she had been back, Y/N sat on her bed, missing her friends and her brother. She had skipped training with Clint, mostly staying in her room and listening to music Wanda had showed her. It made her happy listening to music. Sometimes Wanda and Y/N would blast the music in their room, dancing together and laughing. They were some of her happiest moments since she’s been at the facility.

On the third night, Y/N went out into the kitchen to have herself some leftover soup. She waited as it heated in the microwave, freezing when she heard another person enter the room. She slowly turned, only to lock eyes with blue eyes she had hated for so long. Bucky stopped and looked at her, before speaking softly to break the silence, “Sorry.. I’ll come back later.” He said, turning to leave, breaking their eye contact. Then a miracle happened.

“It’s fine, I’m almost done..” Y/N said softly, turning back to watch the timer on the microwave. Bucky stood there staring at her. This is the first thing she had said to him since she healed the bite on his neck. His heart leaped in his chest, hearing her acknowledge him. It was just adding to the hope that one day they could be back to friends again. Her voice was like soft music to his ears, so sweet. He didn’t approach her, just took a seat. He didn’t want to get too close to her and make her uncomfortable and take back this progress of her speaking to him. He thought of her like a scared animal. If he moved the progress too fast then she would run. He watched as she grabbed the bowl from the microwave, a spoon, and a napkin. Then Y/N retreated back to her room, not saying another word. She shut the door behind her.

Bucky smiled to himself, “Progress.” He said softly, making himself a sandwich and heading back to his room. He felt accomplished. She had actually spoken to him, directly to him. Alone. She didn’t run, or attack him. Bucky viewed this as a big step towards reaching his goal of having Y/N trust him again.

In the early morning hours, Y/N had a nightmare. A bad one. She was seeing the faces of those she hurt, those she killed. Then it changed to her punching herself out of that metal coffin, screaming to be free, digging through the rough earth trying to find air. She tossed and turned, sweating, before letting out a scream. The scream woke Clint and Bucky up, who now stood outside her door in the hallway looking at each other as they heard her whimpering and screaming from the other side.

“Okay, you go in.” Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky looked at Clint in disbelief, “Are you kidding? She hates me. Well, I think we are one level down from hate because she talked to me, but still. At least she likes you, you go in.” He countered

Clint shook his head, “Nope. Nu-uh. After hearing about the coffin thing, I’m still not convinced she isn’t a vampire.” He whispered softly, “Vampire beats human every time. You got the superhuman stuff, if she bites you at least we know what happens. If she bites me, I may die quicker than she’s willing to give me her blood.” He said, “Plus you're stronger and she scares me a little.”

Bucky opened his mouth to argue, but was silenced by another muffled scream. He glared at Clint before opening the door. If this took back the new progress he had just made with Y/N, he wouldn’t know what to do. He peeked in her room, seeing Y/N laying on the bed, clutching her pillow so hard that it starting spitting feathers out of the seams. It pained him to see her like this. He could see tears down her visible cheek, the pain on her face.

“Y/N?” He asked softly, not wanting to touch her yet, just wanting to wake her gently. It didn’t work though, she didn’t wake. Bucky slowly moved to the side of her bed, sitting at the edge next to her. He slowly reached his hand out to touch her and paused, wondering if he should. But then he heard Y/N whimper again, letting out a half sob half scream. His instincts took over and he grabbed her quickly, pulling her into his chest and holding her tight. She gripped onto his shirt, her nails ripping through and digging into his chest. Bucky winced, but it was worth it to hold her, trying to calm her, “I got you, Y/N. You’re safe… It’s all over, I got you.” He whispered towards her ear, noting the scar behind her left ear. He knew exactly what it was from. The sobbing stopped, as did the screaming. He looked down at her face to see the red eyes staring at him. He paused, wondering what was going to happen. Would she attack him? Push him away? He wouldn’t blame her for either of those options. He just wanted to be there for Y/N, let her know she was safe.

Y/N stayed silent for quite a while, just staring at Bucky’s eyes. The way he looked at her was familiar. His eyes weren’t emotionless. She saw his sadness, worry, guilt.

“Bucky..” She whispered finally, breaking the silence.

Bucky’s heart melted, listening to her say his name without rage in her voice. She said his name like she did before he left for deployment, but with a little more sadness in her voice. Then she curled into him more, which made his heart melt again. He willingly pulled her closer, “I got you, Doll,” He said as he ran his hand through her hair, “You’re safe. You never have to do those things again.” He knew exactly what she was dreaming about when it came to the faces. He had the same nightmares for a long time, unable to sleep for months because of it. He held her until she was asleep, gently placing her back into bed and pulling the covers over her body. He sat on Wanda’s bed, watching her all night. Every couple hours, Y/N would wake up and look over at him as if to make sure Bucky was still there, before going back to sleep, pressing her face into her pillow.

In the morning, Clint called Bucky into the briefing room to get an update from the rest of the team. They had to break down the steel doors to the bunker to get in, but didn’t find any evidence of any survivors or the remaining red-eyes. They were going to search the area a little more before heading back home. They also wanted to try and find the chip that Y/N had clawed out of her brain seven months ago to try and see if they could get any information off that.

As the sun hit her face, Y/N’s eyes opened slowly, looking around the room. She was alone. She started to wonder if it was all just a dream that Bucky was there, holding her, keeping an eye on her. It had felt too real to be a dream. She sat up slowly, noticing the feathers on her sheets. Definitely not a dream, she concluded. She dragged herself out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to shower.

Y/N stood still as the warm water hit her back. Her mind racing a million miles per hour as she thought about last night with Bucky. He came in to help her, and she accepted it. She shook her head, bringing her hands to her face. She couldn’t believe she did that. She let him in, giving him a chance. Her traumatic time with Hydra had made her hate him. But Y/N knew that somewhere, inside herself, she knew the truth that he was still the Bucky she remembered. She didn’t want to trust him, to let him in. It was easier if she didn’t because then he couldn’t betray her trust again. She sunk to the floor of the shower, pushing her back against the tile wall, and cried.

After about a half hour of crying in the shower, she finished washing her hair and herself and finally stepped out, wrapping the towel around herself. She stared at herself in the mirror as she ran the brush through her hair. Looking around the bathroom, she cursed under her breath as she realized she forgot a change of clothes. She would have to scurry back to her room with the towel wrapped around her.

She opened the door and started to walk back to her room, but stopped as she saw Bucky at the end of the hallway, looking at her with those damn blue eyes. Y/N looked down, turning and disappearing into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.

Bucky stood there, he had looked her over as she stood frozen for a moment. Noting all the small silver scars across her pale body that he could see. She had many on her shoulders and legs. Some of them looked like scars of bites, like someone had bit her over and over again. They were along her shoulders also ran up her legs until they disappeared under the towel secured around her body. It made him sad to see her like that. He remembered she only had a few scars when they were younger, from dumb instances like falling off a bike or falling when she ran to keep up with him. But now, she was covered in scars. He sighed as she left without a sound to him, wondering if the progress they had made disappeared.

The next few days, Y/N stayed in her room, only coming out to train with Clint and get food. The rest of the time she sat on her bed, reading or listening to music. The team were supposed to be back tomorrow and Y/N couldn’t wait to see Wanda and her brother. It felt like she hadn’t seen them in months. She had gotten so used to them being around all the time that she didn’t know she would miss them this much when they were gone on a mission. There weren’t many phone calls, just quick check-ins with Clint.

She finally pulled herself out of bed, throwing on some black leggings and a dark blue shirt. She brushed her hair and teeth in the bathroom, before making her way to the kitchen. She grabbed herself a bowl of cereal and moved to the living room, turning on the tv to watch some dumb reality show that filled the silence around her. She noticed Bucky and Clint walk into the kitchen, they must’ve been training. They were both discussing who won their sparring as they grabbed water bottles out of the fridge.

“I see you...”

The sound made Y/N jump. It sounded like it was right in her ear. She looked around, looked behind her to see Bucky and Clint still talking. She put her bowl on the coffee table, turning off the tv. She stood, looking around slowly, her forehead wrinkles in frustration and focus as she tried to figure out where the voice came from. She wondered around, looking down hallways.

“Y/N...”

The voice came again, singing her name in a soft whisper. Y/N jumped and turned, but nobody was there. She didn’t even notice Bucky and Clint were now watching her, confused by her movements.

The voice softly started humming, the sound felt like someone was right in her ears.

“Little Vampy, you okay?” Clint called from the kitchen, his brow furrowed as he watched what was unfolding. Both Clint and Bucky had started moving towards her.

“Little Vampy, huh?” The voice came again, whispering right in her ear. It was deep, a male’s voice. It almost sounded like it was teasing her, “Idiot.” It chuckled and resumed humming.

Y/N turned quickly again at the whisper only to find nobody standing there, her eyes confused but also panicked. She listened to the humming, slowly walking passed Bucky and Clint. She pushed passed Bucky, her arm brushing against his but she didn’t seem to notice. She stopped at a window, staring out it as the humming continued.

“Y/N.” Bucky said, breaking the silence, curious and concerned of what was going on with her. It was like she was almost in a trance.

Y/N silently looked out the window for a moment, the voice that was humming slowly disappearing. She turned and looked at Bucky, her red eyes panicked, “Somethings here..” She said softly, almost a whisper.

Bucky and Clint immediately went on the defense, pulling up motion trackers of the facility but finding nothing except themselves. They searched the whole facility, every nook and cranny, but found nothing. Y/N hid in her room, the curtains shut. The humming had gone away, and she was left with her own thoughts. She sat silently in the room, curled up in one of the corners behind a chair. It was like she was hiding from whatever she was hearing even though it was now gone.

Bucky and Clint entered her room, confused seeing nothing at first which made them panic a little. Bucky scanned the room, tense. Where had she gone? Was she taken? He shouldn’t have left her alone.. But then he saw the red eyes peer out from behind the chair at him and gave a sigh of relief.

“We couldn’t find anything, Y/N.” Clint said, folding his arms, “Why would you think something is here?” He questioned, confused on why him and Bucky just went on an empty scavenger hunt.

Y/N’s eyes flickered from Bucky to Clint as he spoke, not leaving the safety of the corner on the floor, “I heard him. He’s here.. somewhere.”

“Heard him? Heard who?” Bucky asks, moving to sit on the edge of Y/N’s bed, trying to make her more comfortable by letting her know he was here for her.

“I don’t know who.” She said, staring Bucky in the eyes, “It was familiar, his voice. He said my name, was listening to your conversation in the kitchen. He knew where we were and what we were doing. He was right in my ears…” Y/N moved her hands back to grip the sides of her head, “Whispering…” She mutters, then looked up at Clint, “He called you an idiot.”

“Well, I already don’t like him.” He said, folding his arms, “We will keep an eye on the motion sensors, do checks of the facility throughout the day just to be sure. I’ll send an update to the rest of the team. They should be back soon with the chip.” Clint informed, leaving the room promptly.

Bucky stayed in the room, sitting there silently. He wanted to ask Y/N if there was anything she needed, but he was cautious. He didn’t want to get too close. He didn’t want to push Y/N. They sat there in silence for what felt like hours, but was really only one. Y/N picked herself up off the floor, looking at Bucky, then looking around the room as if to make sure it was safe. She could feel Bucky’s eyes on her, watching her closely to try and get a read on how she was doing.

“I’m fine, Bucky..” Y/N finally said, her eyes eyes locking with his, before exiting her own bedroom. She went back to grab her bowl of now soggy cereal from the coffee table. She took it to the sink, pouring it down the drain and turning the disposal on for a moment to shred the cereal. She washed her bowl and spoon, then set them on a towel to dry. Y/N placed her hands on the edge of the counter, staring at the granite. What was she hearing inside her head? Who was it and why did it sound so familiar? She had clawed that chip out of her brain over half a year ago, she shouldn’t be hearing the voices. She wondered if she was slowly going insane, if it was the voices of those she killed catching up to her.

“Y/N,” It was Bucky’s voice behind her, but she didn’t move from where she stood, still staring at the granite, “I know you would prefer to talk to Wanda or Steve…. but you can talk to me while they’re not here…” He said softly, wanting to understand what was going on in her head. He wanted to help her.

“I feel like I’m going insane…” Y/N said, eyes still studying the granite as she kept her back to him, “Or being haunted. I feel like my mind isn’t safe.”

Bucky nodded slowly, “It’s the guilt, Y/N. You were forced to do terrible things to people. It wasn’t you. You’d never do that.” He said, moving closer to her.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing at his words, “I would do that. I bit you. I threw Steve. I am capable of violence, I was trained for it.” Her hands gripped the edge of the counter harder, it was starting to crack under her strength. Pieces of fractured granite pierced into her palms, causing droplets of her blood to run down the cupboards to the floor.

Bucky quickly moved when he heard the splintering granite and seeing the blood, pulling Y/N away from the counter, forcing her to look him in the face as his arms held hers, “Y/N. You were trained, yes. You did awful things, yes. But it wasn’t you. You are Y/N Rogers. The girl who loves dancing, adores sunflowers, and hates coffee.” He reminded, “You are letting yourself feel the guilt for something you had no control over. You wouldn’t have done those things if you had a choice. You need to take all that sadness, frustration, and guilt and let it go.” He urged. He knew what she was going through. He dealt with the emotions for a long time, his ghosts haunting him ruthlessly. But he had come to accept the things he couldn’t change, and work to make up for his mistakes everyday.

Y/N stared at him, allowing him to hold her arms, listening to his words. He was the only one who knew what it was like to do the things she had done without having control of yourself. She finally spoke, sadness in her eyes, “I may still love the same things, but I don’t feel like the same person.” She told him, moving away from his grasp and retreating back to her bedroom.

Bucky cleaned up the blood and the splinters of granite on the floor for her after she was gone. He was hoping she would think about his words, accepting them eventually. She couldn’t keep torturing herself and needed to come to terms with what happened to her. She needed to accept and move on into a better life like he had. He had faith she could do it.

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