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patito-oward · 3 months

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First Night

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Summary: YN and Pato spend their first night together

Previous Parts: I

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Pato had arrived at her house the next night to take her out once again. They went on a series of 6 dates in two weeks, and had become quite enamored with each other in that time. YN was hesitant at first, trying to keep her guard up while she waited for the other shoe to drop, but Pato had wormed his way in. It was hard to not let her walls down and let him in when he was so incredibly sweet.

Their second date Pato picked her up in a rented Toyota Corolla which made YN giggle when she saw it. “You actually rented a car to pick me up in?”

“I’m on my third strike and I couldn't risk it.”

Pato knew when he first saw her that she was special, but never expected to fall as hard and as fast as he had. He had come to expect that he was not seen as “boyfriend material” for most women. He knows his schedule and frequent travel doesn’t scream commitment. He had gotten used to a few dates, maybe a couple hookups, and not much more. He tried to convince himself he was okay with that. That the one night stands were fun and he needed to focus on his career anyways, and he was fulfilled by it. It worked– sometimes.

It worked until he’d watch a cheesy romance movie and think about how much he wanted someone to be by his side, or until he had a kid come up so him at a race, a gap in their front teeth and incredibly excited to meet him, and he realized how much he wanted a family of his own.

So he cut off the hookups, because after each one he would be left with this lasting feeling of emptiness, and he’d stopped going on dates for the most part, accepting that his career has prevented him from what he really wanted. If it hadn’t been for Elba’s incessant nagging, he wouldn’t have gone on the date with YN. He’s never been more thankful to have such an annoying older sister.

He invited YN over so he could cook dinner for her, and he was suddenly very nervous about how the night would go. He had tried to plan the perfect night, decorating his table with a large vase of red roses and candles, but as she got closer to arriving he started to doubt himself and wonder if it was too much. He doesn’t want a repeat of their first date where she was clearly overwhelmed.

Before he could think too much about it or change anything, his doorbell rang, and he decided to just try and make the best of the night. The second he opened the door he felt a lot better, she had that effect on him, just seeing her seemed to lower his heart rate and calm him down. She looked absolutely gorgeous in a pair of dark jeans and a cropped sweater.

“Hi!” She greeted him with the sweetest smile and he realized how utterly gone he was for her.

“Hi, you look beautiful.” He kissed the corner of her mouth, a quick gesture but even that made his stomach flip, and moved aside so she could come in.

She had seen his apartment before, but only briefly when he realized he left his phone after he picked her up, and invited her inside. He could tell she was really taking in the place now, the night time made it seem different, softer, the few lights he had on cast a soft glow through the place.

The timer on his phone went off and he headed towards the oven to take out dinner. He made pasta for the night, and it was in the oven to bake the cheese he topped it with. It was when they reached the kitchen that she took note of the dining table.

“Is it too much? I’m sorry if it is; I just wanted tonight to go perfect and I’ve messed it up already.” He started apologizing without her saying anything.

“It’s gorgeous. I can't believe you set this all up and thought I wouldn’t like it.” YN assures him, and kisses him hard trying to show him all of her gratitude.

“I’m glad you like it.”

Dinner is easy, like most things have become between them. YN has never felt so comfortable with someone, and wants to tell him everything. Pato already wants YN to know the deepest parts of him, he wants to learn her inside and out and vice versa.

The thing they’ve taken to talking to most is their families, and they’ve learned so much about each other through that. They both have one sibiling, their best friend, and they’re both extremely close to their families. In a lot of ways YN reminds him of Elba, when she talks about her younger sister he can tell how much he cares for her. She tells him about how she used to watch her sister frequently while her mom worked two jobs to support them. In a sense he feels like he’s met her sister and mother, the way she describes them he can tell there’s so much love between them.

They’ve completely gone through the getting to know you stage, conversations now filled with stories and deep conversations about fears and the future.

After dinner they settle onto the couch, and are scrolling for something to watch. Pato has a large, comfy sectional, but YN has chosen to curl up right against him. It sends a warmth through him, he can smell the mix of her strawberry shampoo and vanilla perfume, and decides it is his new favorite smell. He wraps his arm around her and she leans on his shoulder.

They scroll through netflix and find a baking show to spend the rest of the night watching. It was less about what they were watching for both of them, and more about just being together; however, they both got quite into the show, enjoying watching the competition and judging the bakers themselves.

As the night went on, YN grew pretty drowsy on the couch, and after an episode ended announced, “I should probably head home soon.”

When she sat up, Pato immediately missed the weight of her against him. “Ok, I guess it is getting pretty late.”

She kissed him then, “Thank you for dinner.”

“I’ll make dinner more often if that’s what it gets me.” She laughs at his response and leans in for another kiss.

The kiss quickly deepens, but it’s soft and slow. YN moves herself to be sitting on his lap, knees bracketing his hips. Up until this point they haven’t done anything other than kissing and heavy petting. Pato desperately wanted to know every inch of YN, but knows that if he does what he has always done the results will always be the same. Plus the teasing has been incredibly hot, and he’s willing to wait for her.

When they pull away from each other they’re both a little breathless. Pato can feel his heartbeat in his throat, and is glad the room is dark because he’s sure there’s a pink tint across his face. He speaks before he can stop himself, “Don’t go.”

YN freezes in her spot perched in his lap, “What?”

“I don’t want you to leave. Stay, I’ll sleep on the couch if you want, we don’t have to do anything, just don’t go.” He’s begging at this point, but he really can’t stand the thought of her leaving him.

“You don’t have to sleep on the couch.” She leans in for another kiss, so soft he almost doesn’t feel it.

He gently coaxes her off his lap and leads her to his room. He grabs them both some pajamas from his dresser. He gives her a pair of sweatpants and an arrow mclaren hoodie, remembering that she’d told him she freezes in the night.

He got out an extra toothbrush for her, and showed her where his face wash and medicine was. While she got ready, he got dressed himself. They switched places when she came out of the bathroom.

As she waited for him she looked around his room, not what she expected, but she didn’t really know what she expected. He had a white comforter and sheets on the bed, with black and copper throw pillows. The furniture is black metal and dark wood, giving an industrial but homey vibe to the room.

He leaves the bathroom and YN takes the opportunity to really sink him in. He’s in a pair of grey sweatpants that make her a little crazy, and a tight white long sleeve that hugs his biceps so perfectly she’s drooling.

They climb into his bed together and YN immediately notices his smell enveloping her. He smells woodsy and warm. YN notices that they both climbed into opposite sides without thinking about it, another way they fit so perfectly together.

Pato lays on his back and YN hesitates before curling into his side. He wraps his arms around her shoulder and she entangles her leg with his and rests her hand on his chest, “Is this ok?” She asks him.

He can’t believe she even has to ask because he’s never been better. “Perfect.”

She starts absentmindedly scratching at his chest, and the last thing she remembers before drifting off is Pato kissing her head and whispering, “Buenas noches.”

That was the first of many nights spent together for YN and Pato. Already fallen for each other much more than either was willing to admit. Their souls as intertwined as their legs.

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ichijager13 · 1 year

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Teach Me How to Be Loved

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, Reiner Braun x Reader (past relationship), Jean Kristein x Reader (past relationship)

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Jean Kristien, Reiner Braun, Carla Jager, Sophie Jäger

Tags: Unhealthy copping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating and a touch of sweet, lovable and non fuckboy Eren Jäger, German-speaking Eren.

This work is brought to you by Lana Del Rey’s songs

I found this illustration on pinterest, credits to the artist

Updates on mondays and thursdays

Playlists : Reader’s POV, Eren’s POV

Summary

“I explained my hurt and still got hurt so I learned to stop talking”

They say you can’t break a broken heart, but how many times should a heart be broken to become immune?

Believing she had her share of suffering; reader decides never to expect a tomorrow from her one-night stands and to close her heart for good. everything goes according to her plans until one day, she wakes up in his bed.

His name is Eren Jäger and he is more than determined to pierce the hard rock ice covering her heart.

A/N: It’s been a while since I posted something, it was because of this fic. I came up with the idea over a month ago and started a draft but was too afraid to engage.

This work contains a detailed description of physical and verbal abuse, please read the tags.

Also, if you are a victim of any form of domestic abuse, please seek help. I know it’s not easy but it’s better than being stuck in this endless vicious cycle.

I also would like to thank you for all the support you give me and for the reactions. I hope you like this story because it means a lot to me. Stay safe please.

List of chapters

Chapter I Cold heart and hands and aptitude

Chapter II Cause I’ve got monsters still under my bed that I could never fight off

Chapter III Your face is like a melody, it won't leave my head

Chapter IV For a little piece of haven

Chapter V I've got much more than that, like my memories, I don't need that

Chapter VI I’m not looking for true love tonight

Chapter VII Fuck yeah, give it to me, this is Heaven, what I truly want

Chapter VIII Are you gonna tell me now? Are you gonna tell me later?

Chapter IX Don't cry about him, don't cry about him

Chapter X Cause there's a man that's in my past… there's a man that's still right here… he's real enough to touch in my darkest nights

Chapter XI What’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Chapter XII When I'm in your arms, feel like I have it all

Chapter XIII Heaven is a place on earth with you

Chapter XIV I've got a burning desire for you

Chapter XV Who am I to sympathize when no one gave a damn

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n0v4t33z · 2 months

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The Piece of Eight - Assimilate and Assault

Pairings: Capt. Hongjoong X Female Reader , Crewmate San x Female Reader (Overall not chapter specific)

Genre: Pirate AU, Romance, historical-ish (not really), Action, Angst, Non-Idol AU

Word Count: 5.1k

Tags/Warnings: For Mature Audiences, Violence, Language, mentions of blood and gore, Highly Suggestive at times (This is a warning for the whole story overall)

Chapter specific: Some suggestive conversations?, straight up violence for some of it (HERE'S YOUR WARNING IF YOU DON'T LIKE GRAPHIC VIOLENCE), enemy says vulgar shit to y/n, lots of blood, y/n's PTSD makes a small appearence, Mingi being a little weird (let me know if there's anything else)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!

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Author's Note 💌: Hi I finally had some time to edit and post this lol it's very short but it gives you a peek into MC's first day with the teezers. Also I had to change the color scheme bc Tumblr wanted to be mean and remove the yellow text option so I chose orange bc ateez. Tbh I've been so tired from work I've been procrastinating editing this and i've just been working on the most recent chapter of the story which is easy writing but I decided I need to at least post something so I hope you enjoy this chapter and please look forward to the next one! - N 🌙

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A few hours later I wake up and it’s dark. Eledonia was also now gone from the horizon and as I look around at the endless dark sea I realize a blanket is wrapped around me.

It was most likely Seonghwa since Hongjoong did say he’d be coming by later to show me to my room. I keep my gaze fixed in the direction of Eledonia and now is when it sinks in that I will not be seeing my family in awhile. I sit there welling up in my own thoughts until a gentle tap on my shoulder disturbs them, it was Seonghwa.

He gives me a soft smile and says “Hey, you’re awake now. Let me show you to your room so you can sleep comfortably.”

I get up and he helps me with my bag while I silently follow behind him with the blanket still wrapped around me since It was quite chilly. We walk down to the crew’s quarters which is located towards the front of the ship. I walk down and I notice nothing was separated, everyone was sleeping in the same room.

I could see six figures fast asleep in their own beds then Seonghwa leans over and whispers “Go ahead and sleep on my bed, I’ll be keeping watch tonight up in the crow’s nest so I won’t be using my bed. Don’t mind everyone else, sleep well okay?”

He sets down my things next to his bed and gives me a smile and a nod goodbye. After I’ve quietly settled down on Seonghwa’s bed I notice it’s quite comfortable, more than mine back at home. Which led to me falling asleep pretty quickly.

In the morning I’m woken up with voices, all of them belonged to the six figures on the beds last night which obviously belong to my crew mates. Since I have a habit of sleeping with a blanket over my head I lay perfectly still and pretend to be asleep then I hear someone say “That’s not Seonghwa. Is that y/n? The Captain’s new protector?”

For some reason I’m terrified now that I’ve made my existence known. Someone then answers “Nah I don’t think it’s her, why would she be sleeping in here? I’m sure that’s probably Seonghwa being lazy.”

Suddenly, something presumably a pillow is thrown at me followed by “Get up Seonghwa or you’re not getting any breakfast!” Followed by someone pulling the blanket from over my head harshly then complete silence.

I open my eyes and and realize 6 men standing around the bed I’m laying on with some of them with their mouths agape. Then someone says “What the fuck? She’s sleeping in Seonghwa’s bed?”

Slightly irritated from how embarrassed I was I sit there in silence glaring at them. Followed by Mingi chuckling then reaching over to grab my arm “Hey let’s g-” Before he’s even able to finish his sentence I grab his wrist and twist it “Don’t touch me.”

Immediately he pulls his hand away and massages his wrist and says “She’s feisty.” The man with puppy like features looks over at the blue haired male “Mingi stop..”

I throw the pillow at Mingi who gets bonked in the head then manages to catch it “Look, just- can you understand how I was woken up? Like that was such an aggressive and rude way to wake up it was so uncalled for so, can you blame me? Especially your so called superior, you’re really going to disrespect him like that?”

San looks over at Mingi says “I agree with her, that was rude. Especially towards someone who’s not used to the way we play around”

Mingi playfully punches San in the arm “Loosen up San, it was a joke.” San turns and looks over at Mingi with a glare.

Wooyoung raises his eyebrow “Wait, so are you really the Captain’s protector?” I bite the inside of my cheek “Yeah, otherwise what else would I be doing here.” Mingi responds “Our-” Yunho immediately covers his mouth “No, stop. Quiet, no”

Everyone else erupts in laughter. I roll my eyes then I get up and grab my backpack “If you’ll excuse me I need to change.” Wooyoung smiles “Sure.” Someone in the distance then says “You pissed her off, she was so nice the last time we saw her..”

I walk out of the crew quarters and It just so happened that Seonghwa was walking in that direction and I’m stopped in the middle of the hallway leading to the stairs to go back upstairs.

“Hey, I was just about to go wake you and introduce you to your other crew members.” I stay silent for a few seconds then I respond in a low voice “No thanks.”

Seonghwa grabs my arm “Wait, why not? What happened?” I shake my head and pull my arm away from his grasp “I’m going to change..”

I walk upstairs towards the deck to look around and head towards the room the Captain walked into last night. Surely he must be in there right?

I knock on the door and carefully enter the candle lit room “Captain?”

He glances over at me and removes his glasses “y/n? Good morning, I didn’t think you’d come here so early. I heard you stayed up pretty late.”

“I did, but I’m a light sleeper so I woke up pretty easily.” I sit on the leather chair in front of his desk softly squeaking from my weight.

“That reminds me, can I tell you something? I don’t want to be worrisome on my first day here but this just kind of bothers me.” Hongjoong nods giving me a concerned look “Did something happen?”

“Yeah kind of. Your crewmates are assholes, they threw a pillow at me thinking I was Seonghwa, is that really how they treat your first mate?”

Hongjoong lets out a small laugh “Well, yes but the respect is there don’t worry that’s just how they get along. As for the way you were woken up..” he trails off and lets out a sigh “I’m sorry about that, if you want you have my permission to scold them if they get on your nerves as they tend to have their moments of not being the most pleasant to be around.”

What? No way he’s letting me scold them?! Is that how much he trusts me? I mean it’s a given the man trusts me with his life, why wouldn’t he when it comes to just standing up for myself and straightening out a couple of grown brats…

”Oh, um. Thank you for that.” Hongjoong’s eyebrow slightly raises “Anything else?” I awkwardly stipple my fingers for a few moments “Um, do you have food? I’m kind of starving”

Hongjoong smiles “Yeah, second floor below deck. Breakfast should be going on right now. I’ll walk you there.” I look over at his desk and notice he’s writing something immediately feeling guilty for making him stand “oh, uh. No captain, it’s okay. I should learn my way around the ship by myself.”

Hongjoong hums and I continue “Besides, you’re busy doing Captain things..I really don’t want to bother you.” Hongjoong puts his black polished index finger on his lips and hushes me “I promise you’re not bothering me darling, I’m more than happy to show you around. I’ve got plenty of time.”

I stand up and smile “It’s okay Captain, I think it’s best for me to learn things on my own. You are the Captain after all, I’m sure you’re quite busy erm…Being a Captain.”

Hongjoong smirks then looks at me fondly “Alright, but in case you need someone to guide you Seonghwa and I are here. Don’t forget that.” I quietly nod then he continues “Once you’re done with breakfast go ahead and head over to the crow’s nest and keep watch. I’ll put you in charge of that. If you spot anything let Seonghwa know immediately. ”

Hongjoong reaches into the side drawer of his desk and hands me a golden spyglass “Thank you Captain, I will.”

I glance down at it then back up at him where he then motions for me to leave “Alright, go. If you need anything Seonghwa will be there to assist.”

I bow, slightly intimidated by him not because he's scary but more or so because of how well he carries himself.

When I exit the captain’s quarters I carefully examine the spyglass. Must be brass or something judging from the nice weight to it.

Regardless it was so beautiful It had an engraving on it, the same one as the one on Hongjoong’s arm band. I guess this means it’s his, that’s cool. He trusts me even with his personal items.

While I walk across the deck my stomach growls then I sigh. If I remember correctly Hongjoong said the kitchen was on the second floor?

I head downstairs and as soon as I enter the mess hall it becomes dead silent. I knew it, I knew it was going to be this awkward. At least Hongjoong isn’t here it would have been much more embarrassing.

San pats the seat next to his and gives me dimpled smile “y/n, sit here. I saved this seat for you.”

This man is making me want to smack him. Pretending to be nice. Why is he so flirty? I can only imagine how cringe he was with the girls back in Eledonia. They probably ate that shit up too. Ugh.

I sit on the seat next to San on the other side to my right was Wooyoung who immediately stands up. To my recollection he's the cook, he was the one wearing an apron while cooking back in Eledonia and the one who gave me the delicious peach tart.

Seonghwa then brings everyone’s attention over to me“Evreyone, you weren’t properly introduced but this is the Captain’s protector Her name is y/n.”

The tall one with blue hair and glasses which was Mingi if I remember correctly says “Ah yes, the cute doll back in Eledonia.” Wow, he must have a thing with dolls but honestly I'm not mad at it.

“You’re cute, I know why Hongjoong chose you now. I think Hongjoong likes cute girls. Cute..” Everyone silently stares at him then Yunho looks over at Mingi in disgust. “Maybe you should stay quiet you’ve used the word cute one too many times for my liking.”

Yunho looks over at me and gives me a concerned look “He’s weird please don’t listen to him. Anyway, hello y/n It’s nice to see you've decided to join us.” I slightly raise my hand from the table to acknowledge his greeting and take a bite of a piece of bread from a basket.

From the corner of my eye I notice the guy with Jongho back in Eledonia, Yeosang if i'm not wrong. Looking at him closer now I notice he's got very gorgeous features, one of them being a cool looking birth mark on his left eye (which I didn't notice) , his face being almost too perfect to be real with soft brown hair that compliments him very well giving him a very princely and delicate appearance.

He stares at me without saying anything which is intimidating noting how gorgeous the man is. The stare wasn’t out of hate, it was more or so out of curiosity until he finally speaks “Who trained you?”

Slightly taken aback I almost choke on my bread but manage to play it off. He speaks Eledonian, like Hongjoong only much more fluent. “My grandfather, an Eledonian veteran. Why?”

He gives me a small smile and shakes his head “I was just asking, I’m Yeosang. My apologies for not introducing myself when we first met.” I shake my head “It’s okay, no worries. I appreciate you introducing yourself..”

San furrows his eyebrows “Hey Yeo, you speak Eledonian? I didn’t know that.” Yeosang glances at San while resting both elbows on the table and his hands laced together “Who do you think taught Hongjoong?”

Shortly after being gone Wooyoung comes back with a bowl and a cup of tea and gently sets it in front of me. “I hope you like it, it may be a little spicy depending on your spice tolerance but it should still be good.. ”

I silently nod and take a sip of my tea then Seonghwa says “So y/n, how’d you sleep? You didn’t get seasick?” I pick up my eating utensil and mix my food.

“Well, besides being woken up in the rudest most uncalled for way ever. It was actually pretty comfortable, more than my old bed so I fell asleep almost instantly.” The whole table stays quiet with exception of a few of them clearing their throats and awkwardly adjusting themselves in their seats.

Seonghwa looks over at the rest of the guys and forces a smile when he looks back at me “Well at least you slept well up until that point.” I shove a spoonful of food in my mouth and nod, San remorsefully speaks “So um, about this morning. Sorry we thought you were Seonghwa and we kind of ambushed you without your permisson.”

I shrug taking another sip of my drink “What’s done is done, it’s fine.” Jongho, the very well built dark haired male with a very friendly face says in an apologetic tone “We should have honestly checked before we pulled something like that. I’m sure that’s the reason you’re being so cold towards all of us which we understand.”

Woah this guy hit the nail on the head with that one. “You’re right, you guys were assholes but now with the Captain’s full permission if you ever cross the line with me again I have his personal blessing to kick your asses.”

Mingi says under his breath “Ah, that’s so hot..” San looks over at Mingi like he just insulted him and flatly says “No..”

Seonghwa glares at both males, something told that pissing him off wasn’t a good idea. As it is he’s already intimidating. “How about you both calm down and behave. You both act like you didn’t just meet up with women back in Eledonia”

Wooyoung giggles looking in San’s direction playfully nudging my arm so that I could watch the whole ordeal go on. “Seonghwa’s right, weren’t you two the ones who were flirting away and getting back rubs from Eledonian women later in the evening?”

San crosses his arms in front of his chest “They were just back rubs!” Everyone looks in his direction then Wooyoung fires back “You and I both know you’re lying about that, that's not the only thing that was getting rubbed”

I roll my eyes at how utterly embarrassing this whole conversation was getting and continue to eat my food completely tuning out the conversation happening. Everyone explodes in laughter while San sits there festering in annoyance and Mingi awkwardly laughs it off with the others.

Once they settle down a bit Jongho says “That’s true one of them didn’t come back until midday the next day so that says alot about what actually happened.” I eat the last of my food and drink the remaining tea from my cup and I get up not caring we were all in mid conversation.

“I’m done eating. Wooyoung, the food was delicious.” I give Wooyoung a smile and in return he blinks “Oh, you ate fast.. Do you want seconds?” I shake my head and get up “No thank you, I’m full.”

San turns to me and looks at me a bit sad “You’re leaving already?” I nod dusting my lap off from the leftover bread crumbs “Yep, see you around.”

Before anyone has a chance of saying anything else I excuse myself from the clearly very private conversation going on in the background. I guess I'm going to have to get used to conversations like this, men are so… Weird.

After that chaotic breakfast I find my way back to the crow’s nest, it was a nice change of environment. I wonder if this is the only thing I’ll be doing while we’re at sea, then again there is no one I need to protect Hongjoong from anyway so I guess it makes sense I’m in charge of keeping an eye.

After a few uneventful days of me keeping watch, which were either cargo ships or just other ships in general who weren’t of intrest. I basically lived up at the crow’s nest and only really came down to shower or use the bathroom since Wooyoung would usually bring up my food while on duty.

Today was a different story, on the horizon I could make out a ship in the distance then I look into the spyglass and notice a ship with a peculiar flag. Unlike our flag, theirs was red with a skull on it except this skull had two spears crossing behind it then my stomach sinks.

I quickly climb down then I run over to Seonghwa who was talking to Mingi and in between breaths I say “I don’t know who they are but we have company from the north east.”

Seonghwa quickly puts down the book in his hand and runs outside onto the deck then pulls out his spyglass, and stares at the ship for what felt like forever “The Scarlet Sailors… The Captain needs to see this.” He turns to me “Prepare for battle these pirates are quite tough, ring the bell.”

It’s like a switch instantly lit up I run over to the bell and ring it as loud as I can while Seonghwa runs into the captain’s quarters to alert the Captain. My first looting with the crew and I’m not going to lie but I’m scared. What if I die not even three seconds after stepping foot on that boat.

Meanwhile the whole ship goes hectic to prepare everything and a few minutes later Hongjoong steps out and looks through Seonghwa’s spyglass with a big smile on his features “Evreyone, looks like we hit the jackpot. We will strip them from everything.”

He hands Seonghwa his spyglass back then looks over at me and gives me a bright smile “Use this time to practice, don’t worry if you kill them. The government doesn’t care, so neither should we. Also, unless I call for you do your thing I’m not useless.” I hum and touch the gun on my holster then I smile. Here’s my chance to show off.

As the ship gets closer Jongho aims the canon at the ship and shoots directly hitting the ship in the front of the ship he then signals San and Yeosang to do the same permanently disabling the ship due to Jongho’s successfully being able to break the main mast of the ship.

Right as Yunho and Mingi begin to set up the plank a few people of the enemy begins to shoot at us causing us to hide.

Seonghwa gently squeezes my shoulder “Good luck, and please protect our Captain.” I turn and give him a smile for the first time in a while “No problem.” once the plank is clear I notice the captain of the ship immediately heads over towards Hongjoong.

He’s not useless he can fight, I just need to clear these people out then I can help him. I shoot my gun at any of the crew mates running towards me until I have no ammo left after that I pick up a sword from one of the bodies on the ground then I climb up one of the shrouds of the ship.

Before jumping I take a deep breath and jump down onto a crew mate who was about to shoot Yeosang in the back so I proceed to stab him in the back of the neck with the blade exiting through the other side of the man’s throat.

When I pull it out of the man’s neck the sound alone of the man choking on his own blood causes Yeosang to turn and notices the man on the floor then he looks back at me and smirks.

I pick up the man’s gun and shoot the man behind Yeosang and I smile. I notice a scary looking man about to gang up on Wooyoung who was already busy with a sword fight so I give Yeosang a two finger salute and while running to Woooyung’s aid I shoot the man on the side of the head causing him to fall to the ground limply.

While I look around to see if I could assist anyone I feel a hand pull me back by the hair and begins to crush my throat with the other then I put the barrel of the gun under the bearded man’s chin and I pull the trigger causing him to fall back. In the midst of me running away I see another huge scary bald man with a cigar in his mouth begin to walk towards me with evrey intention to kill.

“You can’t go around killing people like this little lady, you’ve been a bad girl.” I smirk then I pull the trigger of the gun only for it to be empty then I let out a frustrated groan so I grab the sword again then he lets out a laugh.

"You wanna fight with swords? Alright, I'll do you a favor before I kill you then although I can't guarantee I won't fuck you up pretty girl." He grabs a sword from the nearest body And does a few practice swings.

I run towards the man and swing to aim at his midsection but he successfully blocks my sword and knocks it out of my hand. The man lets out a laugh and grabs me by the wrist and pulls me towards him then he rests his blade on my neck, pressing just enough for me to acknowledge the blade on my throat drawing some blood.

The smoke from his cigar hitting me in the face while I lay completely still “What a shame I have to kill you I really wanted to fuck that pretty little face of yours-”

Feeling complete disgust by the vulgarities this man was saying I pull out a dagger hiding under my belt and stab the man once in the midsection then another right in the eye causing him to drop his cigar to the floor and scream in agonizing pain.

“You fucking bitch! I’ll kill you!” I pick up the sword I dropped and motion the angry man to attack "Come and get me you ugly troll.."

The man leans in and swings his sword in my direction grazing my arm only managing to rip the fabric of my sleeve. I parry the angry man and unfortunately for the man his anger combined with only having one eye grants me an opening to lunge and slash followed by a stab right on his stomach causing him to fall on his knees and drop the sword on the ground.

I pick up the cigar he dropped from the floor and push the end of the lit cigar into the wound in his eye.

The man screams in pain and clutches onto his face squirming on the floor until I pick up the shot gun off of a body and shoot the man dead. It's over, finally.

I slowly close my eyes and let out a soft sigh, when I open my eyes I look at the state of the situation and see the captain of the Scarlet Sailors had been defeated or more so shot in the face.

The rest of his crew only a handful were left alive and were are all tied up while San kept watch the rest of the guys were quickly hauling alot of supplies and money onto the ship.

A few minutes go by of me being confused and not really knowing what to do si I decide to help San keep watch on the rival crew mates. From a distance I hear a whistling noise only to realize it was Hongjoong, who was looking in my direction and motions me back onto the ship.

Both San and I walk back to the ship, leaving the rival crew on the boat. It still hadn’t dawned on me how brutal this whole situation is in reality. How my first encounter with true violence would be the one to light a fire in me that won’t be put out which will put a crack on my moral compass.

Once we get on the ship I begin walking towards the bathroom before Yeosang stops me “Hey, are you okay? That slice on your neck is bleeding.” I gingerly touch my neck then look down at my hand to see it coated with blood.

Of course internally i’m panicking but I can’t let anyone know that the captain’s protector is a wimp, so I hum quietly while looking down at the blood. “The bleeding will stop, I’ll be fine.”

Yeosang shakes his head “You have to go get that cleaned or else it’ll get infected.” I smile and wipe the blood with my finger on my inner wrist.“I’m going to shower so no worries the wound will get cleaned, thanks for your concern though.”

I give Yeosang a soft smile and before I even see his reactiom I walk over to the bathroom and close the door behind me and I begin to undress.

While I’m undressing I notice my hands are shaky, it must be the adrenaline still coursing through my veins. Growing slightly irritated because of how flimsily it made my hands feel I clench both my hands together and sigh.

Slowly a small smile forces itself onto my features “I did a great job today, for my first day. I can’t be entirely disappointed.” I stand in the warm water staring at the ground with the slight sting on my neck from my wound.

Suddenly I get flashes of all the people I’ve killed today and I will admit I do feel remorse for what i did as I’m only human but what Hongjoong told me keeps repeating itself in my head “The government doesn’t care, and neither should we.”

Which means technically they aren’t the government since pirates are anti government but they did begin to head straight towards us and willing to attack us so we were in full right to attack them back.

This wasn’t wrong was it? Am I just overthinking everything right now because of the amount of people I just killed? I don’t know honestly, all I know is my body is reacting to it.

I start to feel slightly dizzy and a bit light headed so I sit under the water to rest a little bit. How can I be so weak I’m reacting like this, what happened to my grandfather’s training? No wait, his training didn’t include how to cope with killing people.

After a long maybe 5 or 10 minutes of me feeling weird I eventually finish showering and tightly wrap the bathrobe around my figure and step back out onto the deck. It’s as if Yunho was waiting for me outside of the bathroom he hurriedly walks towards me “Yeosang told me about your wound.”

I brush out my hair with my fingers “Oh, I’m fine.” He rolls his eyes and puts both his hands on my shoulders and turns me in the direction of the crew’s quarters “Yeah, I’m not taking any risks then you die on us and the Captain will get mad at me for not doing my job which is attend all the injuries our crew gets.”

I sigh slightly rolling my eyes but not enough where Yunho notices “Yeah, okay then.” When we go down to the quarters he sits me down on the first bed entering the place.

“Sit, I’ll be right back.” He walks over to a small cabinet in the room and pulls up a chair next to me. He gives me an awkward smile and points at my robe.

"Can you um, pull it down a little bit?” I nod and grab the soft fabric of the bathrobe and gently pull it down exposing my neck but still covering my chest.

He clears his throat and silently begins to clean my wound up until he probably get tired of how painfully awkward it was so he breaks the ice and says “So, I saw you fighting and you’re pretty good. I now understand why the Captain was so hellbent on you joining us.”

I awkwardly smile at Yunho “Yeah.” He chuckles and awkwardly smiles back “You looked like a cat on top of those shrouds, weren’t you scared?”

Stiffly I nod trying not to disturb what Yunho was doing “A little but when you’re set to kill you just kind of forget evreything around you and you just focus on your task.” Yunho hums “I see, just remember to be careful. You’re meant to protect the Captain and if you get hurt you’re neglecting your purpose.”

Well that’s a bit.. Outright. What a strange way to tell me to be careful. “Okay, i’ll be careful. I'll try my best not to worry the Captain.”

After a few more minutes of awkward small talk and him cleaning my wound he finally finishes and dresses my wound then puts away his first aid kit. I pull my bathrobe back up and I head over towards the door.

I really wanted to say thank you but for some reason I couldn’t bring myself to say anything until I finally manage to say in a very low almost indistinguishable mumble “Thank you.” Yunho turns back to me and says “Did you say something?”

Great, he didn’t hear me. I look so dumb right now. Immediately I shake my head and walk out without another word. I stand by the railing looking out onto the sea, unfortunately It hasn’t even been a month yet and I’m already kind of sick of seeing nothing but water.

I might as well learn to get along with everyone even if that means I have to fake my personality. They can all be afraid of me but if I keep this up and keep being so quiet and unaproachable I’ll not only get bored but I’ll be miserable. I also can’t latch onto Seonghwa and the Captain the whole time I’m here I need to make friends even if these guys are a bit…Weird.

I hear steps approaching me from behind and a familiar voice emerges behind me “I’ve brought you some clean clothes. I don’t know if they’re your style but Hongjoong chose them. I’m sorry we didn’t give these to you earlier and you had to go into battle with your personal attire. I am sorry your old ones got ruined.”

I turn and it was Seonghwa, skin with a slight sheen of sweat on his exposed skin which was just his neck and face with a small cut under his eye and a busted lip. “Ah, It’s fine. I’ll keep those clothes as a memento of my first battle with The Piece of Eight.” I shake my head and see his slightly worried expression shift to a small smile.

“Good job out there by the way. Yeosang told me you saved him twice and you helped out Wooyoung. I also heard you took out the juggernaut first mate of the Scarlet Sailors.” I nervously laugh “Thank you, I was only fulfilling my duty.”

He hands me my clothes and smiles “This might have been your first battle but it certainly won’t be your last.” I look down at the clothes and I couldn’t tell first glance if I was going to like them. It wasn’t until I actually tried them on I saw and could definitely tell Hongjoong chose them.

Very high fashion, it’s a very nice blend of their style just a bit more feminine. I like it. It was a black blazer with a beautiful pin on it the shape of an hourglass with silver detailing and a top that was a black fitted vest and some black pants , boots and.. A wide brim fedora.

Kind of an odd choice, I thought pirates wore those weird looking hats? Not Hongjoong though, I can tell this man goes against what everyone expects of him. He forges his own path even with the smallest of things as simple as clothing. Something tells me I'm working for right man, the right cause.

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chapter three

series masterlist / chapter four

pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader (dark!soulmate au)

warnings: this is an +18 only series. this chapter is really just backstory. slight angst.

words: 3.4k

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All of Tuesday was spent in your room. You never received an updated mission brief, so you had begrudgingly accepted the fact that Bucky would be accompanying you. It was shitty and you felt embarrassed when you thought back to his clear rejection of you in the gym, but you were a professional. You could set it aside to get your job done. It’d be fine. That’s what you kept telling yourself. You made sure you had what you needed packed and worked on as many different plans for all the scenarios you could imagine taking place once you were back in Belarus.

The quinjet was scheduled to take off late tonight and you’d arrive in Minsk sometime around 8pm Thursday. The Ivanov family was having some phony charity gala Friday and the plan was for you to infiltrate their estate while they would be at the gala and retrieve the files and records you needed to finally put Sergey, the patriarch of the family, away for good. SHIELD would come in during the scramble that was sure to ensue once they had him in custody and be able to put most of, if not all, the rest of them away, too. They were ill prepared for a change in power and the organizations they controlled would fall easily in the chaos.

You knew the layout of their home intimately so you knew exactly where to hit and how to get in and out as easily as possible. It should go smoothly.

Get in, get the files, get out.

Simple.

But something was warning you it might not be as easy as it sounded. You knew you’d have to be on high alert the second you got to their estate, and you knew you’d have to trust Bucky to keep an eye on your movements should anything unexpected go down. Trust didn’t really come easily to you, but you didn’t have much of a choice.

Sergey was the guest of honor for the event, so you knew his private security would be with him, meaning his office should be unattended. You felt confident that his wife and his son, Artem, would be in attendance with him. The only people you had to get around would be the perimeter security, whoever the two guards they’d have inside the house would be, and the house staff. In your experience, the in-house security would most likely be hanging around in the main living room in the main house of the estate and the staff would be in their living quarters, the house off the back side of the grounds. They were really only in the main house mornings getting their work done and at nights when the family was home, preparing dinner and then cleaning up once they went to bed. Since they’d be gone Friday night, you were positive they’d keep to their quarters. You’d just need to get into the estate without being detected and enter through the back house to avoid whoever would be on guard. Once you were in, you’d make your way to Sergey’s office, get the files transferred, and get out. You’d be headed back to the safe house before 11pm and on your way home, hopefully, not long after.

You focused on replaying the plan over and over in your mind as you rechecked your luggage and gear. And again, repeatedly as you boarded the quinjet nearly an hour early. You were anxious to get this mission over with, for more reason than one. You hadn’t even given yourself permission to think back on the last month you had spent in Belarus and the memories that would be waiting there for you. There was no point. That life was gone. That woman was gone. Hell, she never really existed.

None of those relationships did, you reminded yourself. It was designed by you, you knew exactly what you were getting into. Maybe you just hadn’t expected your players to play their part as well as they had. You were set to betray them from the beginning, you had done it many times over to many bad people without blinking an eye. But Artem was different. This was different. And all too personal.

You knew you screwed up the night it happened, but you couldn’t help yourself. Looking back, you were pathetic. And weak. And stupid. You knew better. You knew who he was and you knew who you were.

Yet you still wound up in his bed. Night after night. You had never felt so enchanted by someone. Now you weren’t the first spy to sleep with a target undercover before, you did what you had to do to get the job done, but you knew you couldn’t excuse it as that. You could have found a way around it if you had really tried.

You can’t help but think now, if you hadn’t been so desperate, so love starved, you never would have given into his charms to begin with. You had only yourself to blame, but in the same vein, you were only human. Tough to believe at times, but you were. As on top of your game as you always were, you just fell weak. There was no other way to put it. It just felt easy, and you felt wanted. You wanted to believe he was different, better. You tried to tell yourself that if you could just explain to him, he’d understand. He’d be on your side. He wasn’t a bad man, you told yourself. But that wasn’t the case, of course.

You were found out. You still weren’t sure exactly how, but you were. You were set to meet up with Artem for a date night at one of the many restaurants Sergey owned. Though when you showed up, you knew immediately something was off. There was an alarm bell ringing in your head, but as you sat in the back of the chauffeured ride, you knew you had to play it cool. Scanning every exit and making notes of possible escape routes, you stepped out of the car and slowly made your way inside. You could tell the place was empty before you walked in the door and that realization made your stomach drop. You worked to maintain your breathing and assured yourself you’d get out of there fine. Keeping your head held high as you strode in, silently grateful you had opted for the black bodysuit under your dress tonight despite originally having wanted to wear a matching two piece set. If you needed to get out of the tight dress you were wearing to make a run for it, it wouldn’t be too exposing.

You gripped your small purse concealing your pistol, reaffirming it was still there. At least you had that. You weren’t necessarily prepared for this tonight, but you wouldn’t be as good as you were if you arrived anywhere completely unprepared. You didn’t have much in the way of weapons on you, but you doubted you’d be able to utilize them if you had. The black heels you wore would do the trick if they had to.

As you approached Artem, sitting alone at a table set for two, you realized that there really was no one else there. Just him. You walked up behind him and saw the pistol he had in his lap, poorly hidden beneath the table. You continued around him and took the seat across from him. The plates were clear and the glasses still empty.

“Tatyana,” he said solemnly.

“Artem,” you returned, his clear blue eyes watching your form with an intensity you hadn’t felt from him before. It was a darker look when his eyes met yours, harsher. Angry, though the rest of his demeanor appeared cool.

It was tensely silent for a minute as you sat across from him, just staring at one another. You weren’t going to speak first, and so only the sounds of your breathing could be heard until he finally spoke again.

“Tell me it’s not true,” he said. You didn’t answer immediately, waiting for just a moment.

“Tell you what’s not true?” you asked, instantly causing him to lose his feigned calm. His fist, the one not holding his gun, hit the table, causing the still empty glasses to shake with the vibration.

“Don’t play stupid with me,” he roared.

You clutched your purse in your lap, but didn’t move to pull your weapon, not just yet, as he kept his in his lap as well. His eyes burning into yours, neither one of you wanting to move first.

“I trusted you,” he nearly whispered. “I gave you everything. And this whole time, all of… it’s been a lie?”

You took a moment, trying to decide which way to go with this conversation, finally opting for the truth.

“I had a job to do,” you began quietly, but were cut off by Artem hitting the glasses and dishes off the table in his fury, along with a string of curses in Russian flying from his mouth.

“You had a job!?” he said, disgruntled and disgusted. “Well, so do I.”

He raised his pistol up pointing it at your face and you fought the impulse you had to disarm him. His hold on his gun was weak and flimsy, it’d be easy enough to do. But the light quiver of his lip and the almost imperceptible shaking of his hand gave you pause. You looked to the safety and saw it was still in place. You swallowed the small lump in your throat and took a breath.

He may have been told to kill you, but there was no way he was going to. You put your hands up slowly as he looked at you, hurt and anger clear on his face as you slowly rose from your seat, him following your every move.

“You’re a good man, Artem,” you began gently. “You’re not like them, I know it. I know you,” you tried to placate.

“If you think I’m a good man, you don’t know me at all,” he argued, voice tight.

“I do. You think all of it’s been a lie, but that’s not the truth. Getting this close to you, it was never part of the plan,” you explained, his dry laugh interrupting you. “I should have never let it happen. You were innocent in all of this. You still are,” you tried to remind him, only earning you a sneer in response. “I just needed an in, and you-”

“I what?! Was an easy target?” he accused, offended. “Is that it?!”

You didn’t know what to say, a knot reforming in your throat. It was never supposed to go down like this. But the second you got too close, you should have known it would be inevitable. You had been slowly stepping back, getting yourself closer to the exit as he continued aiming the gun at you.

“You’re family,-” you started, again being cut off by him,

“Don’t you fucking dare talk about my family,” he warned you. You had known deep down, since the start, despite what you wanted to believe, Artem would always choose his family. And that exclamation just solidified that fact. There was no reason to try and win him over, there would be no changing his mind. You might get out of here tonight, but you knew that didn’t mean you were safe. If he couldn’t do it himself, his father would surely send someone else to.

“How could you do this to me?” he asked, pained.

“I’m sorry,” you told him. “But it’s not about you,” you said, shaking your head. “It was never about you.”

“You just switch it off so easily, don’t you,” he grimaced, almost dejected. Like he thought maybe you cared enough about him to make things okay. As if he thought you’d apologize and beg for his forgiveness and you could put this all behind you. That couldn’t happen, though. It wouldn’t.

You had no response to his accusation. You stood across from him, eyes bearing into one another’s. Eventually, he gave up. He threw his pistol on the table, appearing exhausted, his eyes never leaving you. You stayed where you were as he moved toward you, approached you closer until he was standing right in front of you. You let him take hold of your chin as he tilted your face up gently. Like he was trying to save to memory your face and the feeling of your soft skin beneath his touch as he caressed your cheek. He leaned down, getting nose to nose with you before he took your lips in his. It was almost like an apology. You to him and him to you. He pulled away slightly and spoke against your lips.

“You’ve broken my heart Tatyana,” he told you, the name he called you by was another reminder of the endless lies you had fed him since the day you met. Just another part of the job. He pulled away from you completely, his hands slipping from you as he walked further away before he turned around, dragging his hand down his face before he looked back at you. “We both know I can’t do it. I can’t kill you,” he admitted aloud. Then suddenly his resentment was back in full force as his face hardened once again. As if his resolve to do right by his family had returned. “But I won’t stop anyone from doing what I’m too weak to do,” he nearly seethed.

You held eye contact for a moment longer, wanting to say something, but thinking better of it as you walked backward to the exit, your eyes still trained on one another. One last look and you were gone. Once you were out in the cool night air, your only focus was on getting out of the city without being seen or running into anyone from their operations. You couldn’t dwell on what happened. Couldn’t dwell on all the mistakes you’d made that led you there. You acted on instinct alone.

You knew you didn’t have much time, if any, to get out. Your apartment was a no go, seeing as you were staying there under your alias, Tatyana Volkova. The carefully crafted identity you had taken on months ago. You got yourself out of the city that very night, your head on a swivel everywhere you went. The second you had left the restaurant, you knew there would be a bounty on your head. And you were right. You had stupidly left your passport and fake ID in the apartment you had been living, and your contact couldn’t seem to get you out of Belarus without hitting every snag he possibly could have. It took way too long to get another passport and ID, longer to get a flight out of the country, and no safehouse or transport available.

You had been staying in cheap rooms under fake names, constantly on the go, but that didn’t put you in the clear. You knew you should have been more prepared for the reality that you'd have a hit on you, but you didn’t realize how high a reward the Ivanov’s had set. The payday had quite a few highly skilled assassins after you. Luckily for you, you weren’t too shabby yourself on that front. You knew all the tricks and saw them coming from a mile away every time. Each attempt made on your life only served to piss you off more. They were relentless. None of them nearly as skilled as you, but still. You soon realized you didn’t have much of a choice left. You were alone, no one to have your back in the encounters you faced, not that that was new to you, but it was getting wearisome mentally. You weren’t sure how long you could stay on top of your game like this. But you knew they wouldn’t stop until Tatyana was dead. So…you’d just have to kill her.

For whatever reason, you and your contact, Walt, had a way easier time faking your death than you’d had on simply getting out of the country. Walt pretended to be taking on your hit and you and him easily followed through on their instructions. Three days and one anonymous wire transfer later saw Tatyana Volkova deceased and you on your way back to London, where you had been based for the past few years.

When you got back to your apartment, your real apartment, that was when everything started to sink in. Your body was sore and your mind was reeling. You felt utterly alone. You were alone. If you hadn’t kept yourself so closed off all of your life, maybe you wouldn’t have been so susceptible to the advances of Artem. It’s not like you were in love with him, you just… needed someone. And he had been there. You were loath to admit it, but you were starting to realize that maybe being as alone as you kept yourself for so long was more detrimental than you thought it could be. You needed to reevaluate your life. You needed to get your head on straight and reorient yourself. You had fucked up on this mission and it wasn’t like you. Maybe it was time for a change. Reintroduce yourself to the world of people around you.

That sounded absolutely terrible. And honestly, made you a little anxious.

You didn’t know where you’d even start.

After some time trying to figure things out, plan your next steps, you just so happened to see some of the world’s mightiest heros on the news. You’d remembered what Kate and Yelena had said the day you’d met, they talked to you about joining the Avengers. Being part of a team.. Without thinking much, not wanting to talk yourself out of it, and choosing to trust your gut and follow your intuition, you found yourself getting into contact with Tony Stark. You were in New York a week later. And now here you are. As anxious as you were to get this mission over with, you were grateful for the opportunity in the first place. You were looking for a fresh start here. You needed to finish what you began before you could really move into your future, whatever it might be. No regrets holding you down. Working on forgiving yourself for your past mistakes and making up for them now. You were damn good at your job, and you refused to let this one mission make you think otherwise. It was time to redeem yourself in your own eyes, and finally put an end to this one.

The plan you made had been replaying in your mind over and over once again until the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the door of the quinjet caught your ear. Bucky entered, throwing his luggage down as he did. Scowl maring his beautiful face as usual. He didn’t so much as glance at you, and you didn’t acknowledge him either. Was it your pride or embarrassment? Didn’t really matter, they were two sides of the same ego driven coin. You recognized your lack of maturity, but told yourself it was merely a reflection of Bucky rather than you. You were simply avoiding him in the same way he was doing to you. You stayed where you were seated as he went to the controls, taking the pilot’s seat. Within no time, he had the jet set to take off.

“Are you ready?” Bucky asked, his voice breaking the silence between you, while his eyes stayed fixed on the controls. You took a breath before you answered.

“Yeah.”

With that, you and Bucky were on your way to Belarus. It’d be an enjoyable, not at all awkward or tense 15 hour flight, you were sure.

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berkmansimagines · 1 year

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A/N: I was going to wait a couple of days to post this but I'm so wired after the latest episode of Barry that I decided to post tonight! This fic is lowkey inspired by a scene in the movie Ready or Not 🚬

Summary: Barry helps his wife after a messy hit.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x hitman!wife reader

It’s been a rough night. You went on a hit that your handler told you about last minute. It all happened so fast that you didn’t even get a chance to tell your husband that you agreed to do a job tonight. Barry was out at his acting class when your handler called.

You were only given the target’s name, you did the rest. He was a registered sex offender so he was easy to track down. The guy was a total creep who liked to hurt little girls. Everything you learned about him made you angry. You were told that the client offered to pay extra if you killed the target with a knife. They wanted him to suffer. You were happy to oblige.

During the hit, you lost your cool and things got out of hand. You were full of rage when you attacked your target. You repeatedly stabbed him before slitting his throat. It was the most brutally violent thing you have ever done.

You’ve just returned home from work. You’re covered in blood and still in a bit of daze from what happened. Before you can go up to your place, you need a moment to collect yourself. You sit on the hood of your car and light a cigarette.

Barry’s car suddenly pulls into the spot next to yours. He’s back from acting class. You don’t even look up to acknowledge your husband’s arrival.

When Barry steps out of the car, the first thing he sees is you. His eyes widen at the sight of all the blood. He rushes over to you.

“Y/N! What are you doing out here? What the fuck happened to you?”

Your husband starts looking you up and down for any wounds.

“Where are you hurt?”

You shake your head and take a drag of your cigarette.

“Not my blood,” you reassure him.

Barry lets out a sigh of relief.

“Tell me what happened,” he tries.

“I, uh, was on a hit tonight. My target was some pedo. He was a total fucking creep. I lost my temper. Things got messy…I got messy. I stabbed the guy 22 times,” you explain.

Barry raises his eyebrows.

“You had a job tonight?! Why didn’t you tell me?”

You take another drag of your cigarette and look down at your feet.

“It was a really last minute thing,” you shrug.

Barry shakes his head, unconvinced. You’ve been working so much lately. You seem drained. Your husband is worried about you.

“You still should’ve told me about it…” he quietly replies, and then, “Are you okay?”

You look back up at Barry and nod.

“I’m better than okay. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good while killing someone,” you admit.

A car suddenly rolls into the parking lot. Barry’s body tense up for a moment until he recognizes the car. It belongs to someone that lives in your building. He can’t risk letting people see you like this. Your husband quickly takes off his jacket and covers you with it. He gently pulls you off the car.

“C’mon, let’s go inside,” Barry insists.

Barry lightly wraps his arm around your shoulder, leading you toward your place. You take one last puff of your cigarette before tossing the bud to the ground.

You remain silent the entire way up to the apartment. Barry can tell that you're off. This isn’t you. You’re always so tactful and precise when it comes to your work. You use your head, not your heart. You’ve never acted so emotionally on a hit before.

As soon as you walk through the door, you take off Barry’s jacket and drop it on the floor. Barry grabs your hand, leading you into the bathroom.

“You need to clean all the blood off. While you’re in the shower, I’ll dump your clothes,” your husband tells you.

Your jeans and t-shirt are completely bloodstained at this point. They are beyond saving.

“Okay,” you sigh, acknowledging Barry’s instructions.

Barry lets go of your hand and turns on the water in the shower. Then he turns to you. You still look pretty out of it as you take off your bloodsoaked clothes. You hand them over to Barry.

“Thanks babe,” you say quietly.

Barry looks at you with concern.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Yeah I’m fine,” you answer, and then, “I know that losing my temper on the job was reckless, but I’m not sorry… We all go a little mad sometimes, right?”

Barry nods, unsure what to say.

#barry hbo #barry #barry berkman #bill hader #barry berkman imagine #barry berkman x reader #barry berkman x hitman!wife #bbhw

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callsign-bunnie · 11 months

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Same anon that asked for part three of Grape Crush!

The quiet "please" at the end was me worrying about it actually sounding demanding instead of asking for it

Glad it amused you, though, lol

Part four, please?

Eh, you can demand it, Idc, I'm just glad someone wants it! I know it's not the day on my posting schedule meant for Grape Crush, but here it is, anyway! PT5 will be the last part and it'll be coming next week

Gaz blinked as a bag was removed from his head and light flooded his vision. Fuck. He groaned and looked around, not recognizing where he was.

“Well, well, look who’s awake.” Graves was suddenly in his face, grinning.

Gaz rolled his eyes. “I knew when you escaped, again, you’d be a fucking problem.” He muttered. Great.

Graves just laughed and sat across from him, in another chair. Gaz realized he was tied to his own, with rope around his wrists and when he kicked his legs, it felt like his ankles, too. Great. “You were pretty easy to grab, I’m disappointed.”

“You grabbed me at the wrong time, Alex is between missions. So he and Price are going to be looking for your ass.” Gaz glared at Graves, who didn’t look bothered.

“Oh, I know. However, the trail I left means I have five hours until they find you, which will be well spent.” Graves shrugged.

Gaz tensed, not liking the sound of that. “Shouldn’t you be with your fiance? He disappeared shortly after you did…”

“He is somewhere safe.” Graves winced. “We’re not here to talk about that.” He folded his hands across his stomach and leaned back in the chair. Gaz tensed, bracing himself to find out exactly what Graves had in mind for him. He… could only imagine. He knew that the Mercenary was known for having some… effective torture methods and while Gaz was well trained to withstand most torture… he certainly didn’t want to have to.

Graves looked at him for a moment before sighing. “So, what happened next? I have to know.”

“What??” Gaz’s tension immediately drained. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’ve been listening in on your coms. I know about the story. What happened after the party?”

Gaz just stared at him. “You’re fucking joking.”

“Nope. Dead serious.” Graves shrugged. “I don’t need to interrogate you, I’m using you as a bargaining chip so I can transport some shit. So… I want to know what happened next.”

Gaz continued to stare at him. “No.”

“No??” Graves looked at him.

“No! I’m not continuing this story for you of all people!” Gaz shook his head, almost offended.

“Oh, come on!” Graves groaned. “Don’t leave me hanging. Look, I’ll even untie you, just tell me the rest!”

This was absurd. However, Gaz wasn’t sure he wanted to spend five hours untied to a chair. “Fine.” He growled and rolled his eyes, looking away as Graves grinned and came over, untying him. Gaz did note the two Shadows in the corners that shifted to make their presence known.

This was fucking ridiculous. “Well, I went to go by the beach the next day, but… Alex wasn’t there. Apparently his mom had gotten sick, so he’d had to go home. However, the next Friday, David decided to go to yet another party-”

Kyle watched David get ready for the party, but didn’t say anything, just sitting on his bed. As David had promised he would, he’d just left Kyle alone, and found their sister to go with, instead. Kyle didn’t regret telling him he didn’t want to keep being dragged to these stupid things but…

It kind of sucked that David seemed so sad the entire time. He kept glancing at Kyle, looking forlorn and depressed, but… Kyle was standing strong, just crossing his arms and looking away. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” David asked, after a moment.

Kyle shook his head. “I’m sure. I’m tired of it.”

“I… Alright.” David nodded. “What are you going to do tonight?”

Kyle hesitated. “I don’t know.” He admitted. “I was thinking of going to the beach so I can finally watch a sunset. But… I don’t know.”

“Ah.” David nodded and looked away. “Well… Have fun with that.” He waved before turning and leaving. Kyle winced when the door shut, looking down at his hands. For a moment, he considered changing his mind and just going with David but… no. David just kept embarrassing him and he was sick of it!

So, he waited a little bit so he knew David would be gone, and then he pulled his shoes on and headed down the stairs. He paused near a couple of his brothers’ room, listening as he heard talking. “Yeah, David is pretty upset because Kyle stopped wanting to hang out with him.”

“I mean, David was constantly dragging him around. We all saw that.”

“It’s just because David likes hanging out with him, though.”

Kyle winced, now feeling pretty awful. They were right, David did like hanging out with him… He doubted David meant to embarrass him. He continued on his way and resolved to try to make up with David that night. David was his brother, he shouldn’t forget that because of his own embarrassment.

However, in the meantime, Kyle still planned to go out to the beach. Just for now. He didn’t want to go track David down at that party and… he really wanted to see the sunset. So, he just took a deep breath and continued on his way, leaving the hotel and walking to the beach.

Once there, he found one of the rocks that people would sit on and climbed up onto it, pulling his knees up and putting his chin on them, watching the water wash up onto the beach. It was pretty warm, but it wasn’t unpleasantly hot, which was surprising.

He loved the smell of salt in the air, relaxing as it surrounded him. “I’m starting to think you might be stalking me.”

Kyle looked up, startled, and then found himself relaxing as he looked at Alex, blushing involuntarily. God, it was a trigger at this point. “I was here first.”

“Maybe.” Alex sat on the rock beside him. “You look down.”

Kyle sighed. “I feel down… I’m…” He hesitated. “David and I had a fight after last Friday and we’ve barely been talking… I feel bad because I told him I was sick of him dragging me around but I know it’s just because he likes hanging out with me…”

Alex winced. “Yeah, fights are no fun. But… you’re allowed to be upset he keeps dragging you around. Especially if you’ve made it clear you don’t want to go.”

“I have,” Kyle agreed and then shook his head. “Still… None of our foster siblings really hang out with either of us. He managed to get our sister to go, but… he probably had to bribe her. She’s got asthma or whatever, so she’s… the golden child.”

Alex chuckled. “Yeah, I get it.”

Kyle sighed and looked down, fidgeting. “I feel bad… I hope we can make up after this.”

“I’m sure you will.” Alex nudged him. “You two seem close.”

“We are.” Kyle nodded. “Closer than the rest of our foster siblings… He’s my brother, you know?”

“Yeah…” Alex nodded and then looked away for a moment. “Do you like milkshakes? I just finished up my shift for the afternoon, so I was planning to go and get one. I know they always make me feel better and you look pretty sad.”

Kyle blinked and looked up at Alex, before blushing. Okay, reasonably? He knew it wasn’t a date but… He decided to let himself dream for just a few seconds. They didn’t have much longer on their vacation, anyway, and then he would never see Alex again so…

“Okay.” He nodded and slid off the rock, brushing himself off and then following Alex off the beach. As they walked, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his swim shorts, awkwardly.

Alex spoke, after a bit, and sighed. “I don’t have any siblings. I was an only child. But… I fought with my mom a lot. I’m… still fighting with her. I’m not really the best to give advice on forgiving since… Well, I just decided I’m never going to speak to her again, but… I know how bad arguing with someone you love is.”

Kyle frowned and looked at him. “Why aren’t you going to talk to your mom, anymore?” He asked, furrowing his brows. He couldn’t imagine no longer talking to his foster mom, even if she didn’t really seem to care about him. Let alone making the active choice.

Alex seemed to hesitate before shrugging. “She… wasn’t great. Did things to me that moms aren’t supposed to do. That’s all I’ll say. She even lied and said she was sick so I would come home and take care of her.”

“That’s… shitty.” Gaz mumbled and looked down. “My mum just ignores me.”

“That sucks, too.” Alex nudged him. Kyle looked up at him and he smiled. “I promise, it really sucks. You’re allowed to think it does.”

Kyle hesitated before nodding and smiling. “Yeah, I guess you’re right… Still. I still feel bad for saying that. She’s pretty cool, otherwise. I was… abandoned as a baby. They had to beg her to take me in, because there was nowhere else I could go. After David, they meant to take no more kids but… Well, here I am.”

“Ah.” Alex frowned. They finally made it to wherever they’d been going and Gaz looked up, seeing that it was an ice cream shop, though it had a milkshake on the sign. Alex opened the door for him and Gaz went in, going up to the counter with Alex.

Alex ordered a chocolate milkshake and Kyle just got vanilla, not feeling very adventurous. “What’s your favorite flavor of regular ice cream?” Alex asked as they waited for them to be made. He’d paid and Kyle was pretty grateful for that, going and sitting with him at a bar.

“Oh, uhhhh, mint chocolate chip.” Kyle smiled. “I really like mint chocolate chip.”

Alex made a face. “Frozen toothpaste?” He shook his head. “No thank you.”

Kyle laughed, having honestly expected that reaction. “Thanks. I don’t consider it frozen toothpaste. Have you ever brushed your teeth??”

“Yes, every day.” Alex grinned, flashing perfectly white teeth. “My point stands.”

Kyle rolled his eyes and smiled when his milkshake was sat in front of him, starting to sip it while Alex got his and paid. He didn’t mind letting Alex pay for it. Alex had invited him after all. “What’s yours?”

“Rocky road.” Alex answered, putting his arm on the bar.

“My dad likes rocky road.” Kyle made a face. “So does everyone’s dad I know.”

Alex made an offended expression, putting a hand over his chest. “I am deeply hurt by the implication, Kyle. I am.”

“Good. Be hurt. You said my favorite flavor was frozen toothpaste.” Kyle stuck his tongue out for a moment before grabbing a napkin and throwing it at Alex, blushing when Alex smoothly caught it.

Alex laughed and laid the napkin on the table. “I’m not going to throw a napkin at a 15 year old. A child.”

“And a half-” “And a half.” Kyle blushed when Alex said exactly what he was saying, huffing. “I’m not a child! You’re only two and a half years older than me!”

“One of us is legally an adult. In the US, that is. Wait, what’s an adult in England?” Alex made a face, frowning.

“18.” Kyle confessed, knowing full well he could have lied. “Same as here.”

“Yeah, see??” Alex laughed, again. “One of us is a child.”

“You act like a child.” Kyle mumbled, blushing dark red, again. That was… a shit come back, honestly, but he had nothing else.

“You threw a napkin at me!” Alex finally threw the napkin at Kyle and Kyle huffed, grabbing it and shoving it in his pocket. “I’m not the one being childish!”

Kyle just stuck his tongue out and then huffed, sipping his milkshake. “Do you take every child you meet out for milkshakes?” He teased.

“Only the cool ones.” Alex nudged him. “And, it was because you’re sad. I can take it back.” He started to reach for the glass and Kyle immediately pulled it away, shaking his head. “Alright, alright,” Alex laughed and pulled his hand back.

Kyle was starting to catch on that Alex was only calling him cool to make him flattered, but he didn’t mind. Alex was trying to keep this platonic, he understood. It really sucked how his brain could completely rationalize everything, because one would think it was helping his crush. It was not. In fact, it was only making it harder to deal with because;

A) He knew Alex was just being nice, so it kind of sucked that he had such a big crush on him.

B) Alex was putting in so much effort to be kind to Kyle and be polite, even knowing he could take advantage of Kyle being into him and be a total creep and… Ugh, it just made Kyle like him more! Why was Alex being respectful so… so… attractive??

And, David was right. Kyle knew it wouldn’t be the worst thing for Alex to like him back, but Kyle also knew that it wasn’t okay. Maybe he didn’t know why, but he knew it wasn’t. God, this was irritating.

“Hey,” Alex nudged him, again. “What are you thinking about?”

Kyle blushed, knowing he couldn’t tell Alex. “Home,” he lied. “When we get back, I only have a week before I have to go back to school and I’m… not looking forward to it.”

Alex smiled. “I know that feeling. I’m already signed up for college and I’m like ‘man, couldn’t I just take a year’s break?’” He continued to drink his milkshake for a moment and then sighed. “School is never fun.”

“No, it is not.” Kyle agreed. “I.. I don’t have any friends, either. I’m not really good at making them.”

Alex winced. “I… Well, I don’t know how that feels. I’m pretty good at making them, actually. Everyone says I have charisma.”

“You do.” Kyle confirmed, definitely too quickly. He winced, hard, noticing the way Alex glanced at him. “I- I just mean because you… Well, you seem to be friends with everyone. It’s easy to be around you.” Even with his massive and inappropriate crush, he still found it incredibly easy.

Alex smiled. “Thank you. I like to be friendly, so I’m glad it’s working. I don’t know. I don’t know if I’d agree that I have charisma but… I do find it easy to make friends. I’m an extrovert. I’m guessing you would be an introvert?”

“That’s what David calls me.” Kyle nodded a bit. “He’s an extrovert, too.” He leaned into the bar. “I don’t know. I don’t… need to make friends. I’m just fine alone.”

Alex didn’t look like he believed that. Kyle winced, “I don’t.”

Alex sighed. “Everyone needs friends. I know… it’s hard and you’ve convinced yourself you don’t need them but… it does suck to be alone.”

“How would you know? You just said you had no problem making friends.” Kyle mumbled, getting defensive. “You wouldn’t know that.” He knew Alex was right. It did suck to be alone and he had only convinced himself that he didn’t need friends so he would be fine being alone.

Alex sighed. “You’re right. But… I’ve hung out with a lot of people like you. I promise, it passes. You’ll find it easier to make friends or you’ll find somewhere where you’re forced to make friends and it’ll be okay. I promise.”

Kyle hesitated before nodding, deciding to believe him. “I want to make friends… I do, but I don’t relate to anyone else. A lot of the kids are… homophobic and if not, they don’t… like the same things I do.”

“What do you like?” Alex frowned. “What sort of things do you like?”

Kyle winced. “Uh…” Well, that was the problem. He didn’t really like anything. When he was home, he read, but they were the books for schooling. He didn’t really do anything. “I… read?”

“You don’t sound sure.”

“I don’t know, mate, I don’t do anything!” Kyle huffed, groaning. “I don’t have any hobbies.”

“Well, that’s why you can’t relate to anyone!” Alex shook his head. “You don’t have anything to relate to anyone with!”

Kyle winced, supposing Alex had a point. He guessed he really couldn’t relate to anyone, if he didn’t have anything to start with. “I don’t know… I… I try but… I don’t know.”

Alex frowned and went quiet for a bit. “That sounds tough. I’m sorry. I wish… I had better advice. I don’t…”

Kyle shrugged. “I wasn’t asking you for any…” He mumbled. “But I appreciate it, nonetheless.”

Alex went quiet, again, and looked down at his milkshake. Kyle took the opportunity to finish his and then Alex asked if he wanted to go home. Kyle shrugged and Alex nodded, “let’s get you back.”

Kyle flushed and nodded. Alex left a tip and then he was leading Kyle outside, walking with him. “When do you guys go back to England?”

“A couple weeks.” Kyle shrugged. “I was thinking of coming for another surfing lesson this week. But.. I dunno. I just didn’t. Maybe this next week?”

“I hope you will.” Alex nodded. “I’ve had no lessons, so… Pretty bored.”

Kyle flushed and softened. “I’ll try.” He promised, meaning it. “Maybe I can try to get David to come with me… Though, I know he and Jess hang out a lot. I think they’re starting some kind of romance.”

Alex nodded. “Jess seems to really like him. They seem to relate to each other. She’s not as cool as she tries to show herself as, I promise. But… I really hope you’ll come by. Maybe you can try to stand up on the board.”

Kyle winced, “on second thought…”

“Nevermind, nevermind,” Alex laughed and shook his head. “You can just wade out to the water and practice that.”

“Maybe.” Kyle nodded and relaxed. “I think I’d like that…”

Alex smiled at him and then they were in front of the hotel Kyle was staying in and Kyle was kind of disappointed about that. “It’s late, you should probably go to sleep.”

Kyle blushed, having half a mind to shove him. “I’m not actually a child you know.”

“Yeah, but you should still get plenty of sleep.” Alex grinned. “Well, do whatever you want. But, I will be going to bed. So, I bid you adieu. Goodnight.” He bowed and then gestured to the door.

Kyle huffed and blushed before shaking his head, turning and going into the hotel after saying goodnight and sighing. When he went to go up to his room, he noticed his parents’ room was open, slightly, and he went in, noticing a majority of his siblings were all gathered around the bed. “What’s going on?”

“Uh…” His oldest brother, Michael, spoke up. “They got a call, they wouldn’t explain what was going on. Just sort of rushed away.”

Kyle frowned. “Oh… Weird. Someone keep me updated so I can tell David when he gets home.”

Michael nodded. “I’ll tell you when we find out.” He sighed.

Kyle fake saluted and went to his own room, shaking his head and going to bed.

“Fuck, I gotta go.” Graves groaned, looking at his watch. “I will be back to find out the rest.”

“Yeah, what the fuck ever.” Gaz muttered, watching him get up and rush to leave. Fucker.

He didn’t bother to get up as he saw the Shadows leaving, knowing this likely meant Alex and Price had arrived. And, as expected, they were soon coming in. “How do you always get into trouble?” Price grumbled.

Alex chuckled. “Don’t be so hard on him, sir.”

Gaz stood. “It’s not my fault I got kidnapped!” He mumbled. “Besides, he didn’t even ask for anything.”

“What did he ask for, then?” Alex raised an eyebrow and Gaz immediately turned a dark red, watching Price stifle his laughter behind Alex.

“Nothing. We just… sat here.” Gaz mumbled.

Alex did not look convinced, but he just sighed. “Yeah, well, he’s lucky I haven’t met him again, because I’m still gonna beat his ass for shooting me. Come on, let’s get out of here.”

Gaz relaxed, agreeing. “Yeah, let’s go.”

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aritamargarita · 2 years

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ATTITUDE || 010

WAKE UP BABE ARITA JUST POSTED ATTITUDE!! BY POPULAR DEMAND! i keep lying y’all… im sorry but here it is. look, tinier text! i kind of like this better?? that’s right folks i revised this entire chapter LOL you won’t be sorry…

tbh i don’t know where we are omfg i just know what episode we’re basing this, which is smackdown 11/22/2001, (which now that i look back i really messed up chronologically but AHHHHHHHH) oh well, im gonna do shows randomly ill jump from november to august if i have to omg

HOWEVER, you are starting to get regularly scheduled matches yessss. also ive noticed i accidentally kinda made the alignment heel-ish but at the same time leaning towards face?? tweener? tweener… i would also like to add that your moveset is like a mix of like liv morgan and sasha banks? maybe a SPRINKLE of alexa bliss???? fuck what anyone says YOU CAME FIRST YOU WERE THE BLUEPRINTTT wwe 2k22 stays on during writing

IM SPLITTING THIS UP BECAUSE ITS A LOT! this is 1/2, so keep your eyes peeled for #2. get hype for your match + lita takin you out to get smashed. (there’s something she needs to tell you!)

BACKSTAGE // 6:50 PM

Upon stretching with Trish, you held up the letter she gave you with two index fingers. “This is yours, right?”

The women’s champion recognized the letter immediately and withdrew from her position on the floor, suddenly pacing around. “Yeah. I left it there for you. Didn’t know ya’ found it so easily, hahah!” She threw out her arms in a dramatic fashion.

..It was kind of easy to tell she was nervous, even if it was a little bit. But you couldn’t blame her. The anticipation of seeing if someone liked your gift was very heart-racing.

But rest assured, you thought it was a nice gesture! She had no need to worry.

“It’s very nice,” You comment, holding the letter in your free hand while stretching the other towards your foot. “—the design, I mostly mean. I didn’t open it just yet, but I’m going to get around to it. I have like a bunch in my bag, so I need some time to sort through.”

“Right, right...” Trish suddenly snapped her fingers, remembering something important. “I’ve gotta get ready for my match! It’s supposed to be messy tonight.”

“Messy?” You repeat, your interest piqued.

“Gravy bowl. Like, a pool of gravy.”

“Ew.”

“Exactly.” She laughed. “Oh well. I guess if I can have fun, it doesn’t matter what I do.”

“That’s the spirit, Miss Stratus,” You chime, standing up from your spot. “I’ll cheer you on from backstage, then I’ll just go home. I have literally nothing to do.”

“Huh? Don’t you have things to do today though?” She asked.

“...What?”

Trish shifted around in her bag for a moment before walking over and shoving a piece of paper in your face. “Read it, but don’t weep.”

Your eyes scanned down the lines of matches....

TEST VS. SCOTTY 2 HOTTY

STACY KEIBLER VS. TRISH STRATUS

CHRISTIAN VS. EDGE (INTERCONTINENTAL TITLE MATCH)

TAZZ VS. BIG SHOW

KURT ANGLE VS. UNDERTAKER

STONE COLD & [NAME] VS. CHRIS JERICHO

RVD & THE ROCK VS. THE DUDLEY BOYZ

Holy handicap match! Did they seriously schedule that? But considering the segment that happened between you three previously..you didn’t put it past them that they’d do that.

But not only that, your eyes kept going until you landed on some words that were in tinier font at the bottom of the paper. Your name was written in the “segment mentions” section. Was that always there? They must have just recently added it, because you sure as hell never noticed.

You had thought about one of the other matches too. How interesting was that, to see Christian go against Edge for his title...it was champion versus champion just to get another championship. You’d have to remind yourself to give at least the both of them words of encouragement.

But she was right. You did have a segment. They must have updated the list at the last minute because you had no clue that you were supposed to do something for your show TONIGHT. You thought it was next week, but instead they decided to push it earlier. Ugh.

“Huh, who would’ve thought, right?”

“Get your stuff together, hotshot.” She taunted, a smile on her face.

“Get your stuff together, champ.” You fire back, shifting to a much more comfortable spot to reach your own belongings. You shove the card (coupled with a heart shaped box) into her face much like she did to yours. “This is for you. Weep all you want!”

“Color me surprised.” She says, taking the card from your hand. “I didn’t know you actually got me something. Thanks a lot, I’ll take a look after my match. See you.” With a small wave, she departed the locker room.

You wave back. You also didn’t want to ask Trish to come in earlier than she was scheduled to, she already had enough on her plate with that gravy match or whatever. It was fine if she came next week. The question was what could you do in substitution for that?

Suddenly, it hit you.

You’re supposed to be a heel right? Sure, you switched sides and were supposed to turn face, but who says your mean streak has to come full stop?

Those letters could definitely give you some leverage, and of course give you fake heat backstage for the sake of cementing your role.

All you needed was fake envelopes, a lighter, and the acceptance from creative to burn stuff. Maybe even sign some sort of waiver. Doesn’t matter. You didn’t care if it was in a parking lot or during your slot. You needed SOMETHING to get the interest out of the crowd.

...Is this how villains think? Just thinking about how mean you’d be was almost hilarious! It was so unlike you but being the enemy was fun. Sometimes.

Thanks to your very rushed purchases, you noticed that out of at least 25 cards, 10 were duplicates of others. You were only going to return the favor of whoever gave you one, so the rest were just trash, technically.

You could burn those! Perfect.

Now that that was settled, you had to think about handing out more gifts. Whoever you saw first got their gift first. As soon as you exited the room with the bag, you bumped into someone.

“Oops, sorry. I was just going in there.”

It was none other than Lita, who seemed to have pop up at the right moment. At least you wouldn’t have to go too far. However...the Hardyz were nowhere to be found. You’d at least think they’d be a little ways from her. Either way, time to kill two birds with one stone.

But unfortunately, she didn’t seem too happy. You impulsively asked the first thing on your mind: “Are you okay?”

“I guess.”

“....” You frown, but give a small shrug. “I’m willing to hear you out if it makes things better?”

Lita says nothing in response, thinking about your offer. She let out a huff and drags you right back into the locker room. She did not let go of your wrist either. “I…..We got in a fight. All three of us.”

“All three?” You question.

“Me, Matt, and Jeff. Matt was yelling at Jeff for his “terrible decisions”, and that’s when I got mad and told Matt off about his.” She shook her head. “So stupid. I told Matt to leave me alone and I stormed out. Now here I am.”

“That’s rough,” You say. Was it really your place to give advice? The damage had already been done and besides, this wasn’t exactly your battle. “—I’m sorry to hear you guys were arguing. But I think I can make your day a little better.” You hadn’t even realized Lita’s grip on your arm until you moved it slightly. “First off, you have to let me go, haha.”

“Sorry.” She apologizes, letting go. She then used her now free hand to run through her hair.

“Funnily enough, I was actually leaving out to look for you and your little bodyguards.” You comment, reaching in your bag to hand over the loot, to which she looked shocked to see.

“...Seriously?” She almost thought it was a joke, eyeing you and the gift. But her suspicion immediately broke down into a smirk after realizing what you said earlier. “And my bodyguards? You don’t mean Jeff and Matt, do you?”

“Of course I do. But I guess I’ll find them on my own time. If you don’t make up that is.”

Lita wasn’t going to complain either. She wasn’t going to decline a present. “Thanks, [Name]. If you really want them to get these, then be sure to pass the message on to them too.” Much to her chagrin, she was happy to indulge you. It was the least she could do.

“You’re welcome.” You stare at her for a moment before walking forward and giving her a hug. She definitely deserved it. Even if she jokingly mentioned how clingy you were. Nevertheless, she accepted it and you two part.

“Hey,” She suddenly says, starting to open the box. “—are you busy after the show?”

“No, why?” You ask.

“I wanted you to go with me to a bar or something. I’m kinda stressed and I wanna have some fun.” She proclaimed, immediately digging into the chocolate.

An invitation to hang out?! You couldn’t decline, but if it’s a bar, you won’t be drinking much. It’s not like you were a lightweight or anything, it just wasn’t your style. “I don’t see why not.” You shrug, accepting. “Just us?”

“Yup. Just us. You want someone else to come?”

“No, no. Just was curious. I mean like...”

“I’m not inviting those two, if that’s what you think.” Lita clarified, closing the box. “Remember, we got in an argument, so..”

“Hah. Right.” You say, immediately shaking your head. It would be a pretty stupid to invite them after having a pretty hard argument.

If she wanted to hang out, then so be it. This would be the most action packed girls night ever!

At least you think it will be...

As you were making your rounds through the hallways, you noticed someone that you’ve been meaning to spark up a conversation with. “Ah! Hey! Christian..right?”

You call, leaning over beside him to get his attention. “We’ve met before. You called me short I think.. or was it tiny??” You trailed off, trying to remember what he said.

Christian stares at you for a moment, before snapping his fingers. “Oh yeah.” He turns to face you, a grin on his face. “I remember you! You’re that fan, right?” He jested. “The one who wanted an autograph.”

“Not even close...” You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. The smile on your face didn’t help at all. “I just came to wish you good luck on your match with Edge. I know you’re champion and all,” You motion towards his championship, unsure if you should touch or not. Ogling at it seemed okay, though.

“Is that so?” He asked. Man, he was one of the cocky ones, wasn’t he? Oh well, it’s not like you hadn’t dealt with this before! “Well, I appreciate it. I think you can get promoted to...hm...” He looks at you up and down quickly, trying to come up with a new nickname. “Got it. You’re promoted to, ‘Cheesy.’ Congrats, [Name]. Or should I say, cheesy.”

…What?

You were confused. What kind of nickname is cheesy? What the fuck does that even mean?? “Seriously? Why don’t you call me by my name?”

“Hah. I’ll think about it, seriously.” He says, taking off his belt to shine it with a cloth. “Coming out to watch like you did last time?”

“Am I allowed to?”

“Guess so. You’ve been there before, so I don’t see why they wouldn’t. Besides, I need someone to accompany me to the ring.”

Accompany him too? You’ll have to ask if it was alright to do that. Maybe you could even speak on commentary! That’d be fun. “Okay, then I’ll ask. But don’t be surprised if I don’t show up! I’ve got things to do.”

“Pretty disappointing then.” He admits, putting his finger on your forehead. “I’ll keep my eye out for you. If you can’t come out, I’m counting on you to watch backstage at least.”

You swat his hand. “Yeah, yeah! I’m sure you will be. We’ll see what happens. I can’t promise anything!” You hold your hands up in defense. “Are you nervous? I saw your match on the list and was thinking about how if either of you won, you’d be swimming in gold.”

“Not at all. I’m pretty confident, actually.” He hit his chest with his fist. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna win tonight. I’ve got a trick up my sleeve.”

“A trick up your sleeve?” You narrowed your eyes, unsure of what he meant. Hopefully he wouldn’t cheat and instead pulled out some devastating finishing move. “I’m sure you do. Just don’t do anything stupid, okay?”

Christian gives you finger guns, saying nothing at all.

Which meant NO PROMISES.

“I should probably get ready now..” You say.

“Heh, looks like you talked so much, time just flew by.” He chuckled, adjusting the championship onto his waist and walking past you. “Get a move on, [Name].”

You nod before shaking your head. “Wait, did you just say my name? Where are you going?!”

Christian was just glad you didn’t ask how exactly he got this match. It was champion vs. champion after all. You just weren’t ready for that type of information. Had you known he and a few others beat him up...

It wouldn’t turn out well.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:13 PM

It’s time!

Your talk show segment was now. You jump in place as an attempt to ease your nerves in gorilla.

Personally, you never thought you’d get this far, let alone be so pushed. You prayed to whatever god that was out there that this would be all for naught, and you’d be left with little to nothing to do. People were a bit iffy on you and because of that, so it was VERY easy to incite a reaction from the audience.

Once you had made your way to the ring and grabbed a mic, you give a biiiig smile to the hard camera.

“Hi everyone!” You greet, and the crowd responds by roaring lightly. “Remember when I said something special was coming to Smackdown? Well, this it it!” You chime, taking a seat in your chair. “It’s me! I’m the special thing. No, no really. It’s this whole set, you see!”

‘Hey! It’s [Name]! And look what she’s doing..?’

You open your arms presenting the whole set, letting everyone drink it in. “Well, I hope you’re ready. This is...Time Out With [Name]!”

Upon raising your arms, balloons fell from the ceiling. It was definitely a pleasant surprise. What a fitting celebration! “I’m so excited! I hope you all are too. Now, you may be wondering, what’s in the bag, [Name]?”

‘..Sounds like she’s a little whacked in the head,’ JR says.

Jerry agreed. ‘Couple’a screws loose!’

“Well, I’ve got a lot of letters. I’m going to do the honors of reading you guys my very own fan mail.” You reach into it and pull out a letter. “This first one is from—“

Almost on cue, you were interrupted by familiar music. The lights dim, and you turn your attention towards the front. Here comes trouble.

Literally. The culprit was none other than Stephanie McMahon, the woman who was banished from the WWF the previous night. With a mic in her hand, she hastily makes her way to the ring. Of course, to make sure all the attention was on her, she wore the sparkliest garment possible.

She enters through the ropes, giving one look behind her one last time. You could tell she was on the verge of tears. “I-I’m not supposed to be here..but…!” Stephanie trails off, her voice cracking while the crowd had already begun to mock her.

All you could do was stare. Did she really just fucking interrupt you?! In the middle of YOUR talk show?!

She continues on. “..But I have to clear things up! And I knew you were going to have a talk show, [Name]! So please, talk to ME!” She begs, coming closer and grabbing your arm. You shake her off, but she’s still hopeful.

Some security they have, letting the “Billion Dollar Princess” in so freely. You scoff, holding up your mic. “Am I going to get in trouble for associating with you?”

“NO!” She squealed, immediately lowering her voice after she yelled at you. “N-No! I don’t think you will.”

You sigh, tossing the letter to the side for now. As it flutters to the ground, you exasperatedly threw your arm out. “Go ahead. Just say what you have to say.” You couldn’t believe she just walked out here. And to plead her case? This better be a good one!

Stephanie takes a deep breath. “I’m telling you, [Name]! No…!” She turns to the audience, doing a 360 as she points at everyone. “Y-You all saw everything!“ Then, she turns back to you. “You talked to my brother, he’s the mastermind! I just wanted to follow my in older brother’s steps!”

You hold up your hand, causing her to stop talking. “Uh, hey, Stephanie? What does any of this have to do with me? Genuine question.” The McMahons really were dragging you into this! You’re about to go kicking and screaming. “I know I was with you and Shane for a while, but you’d better go to someone else. I don’t think I can help you.”

Stephanie shakes her head. “You can! I just want my dad to see this. Him and everyone else need to hear my side of the story! Ask me anything! I’ll tell you the wholehearted truth!”

“Alright.” You say, shrugging. “Why’d you slap your own mother?” At this question, the crowd gasps. Stephanie was just as taken aback by the question, but bounced back quickly.

“Didn’t you hear me last time?” This time, she had a bit of attitude in her voice. “I said that Shane ordered me to do it. Did you seriously think I did everything on my own? I was naive, stupid. Everyone makes mistakes. Like you.” She says. “Remember? You took members of the Alliance out and joined the WWF? That was a mistake, right?”

“I mean…” You weren’t quite sure what to say. Well, you did, but you didn’t want to be too mean. “Those comparisons aren’t even remotely close. Besides, shouldn’t I be questioning you?”

Stephanie nods, letting it go for now. She’d do anything for forgiveness, and now that she’s hijacked came on your show, she felt like this could be her chance. “G-Go ahead.”

“Okay. Well, I’d like to just start with thank you for ruining what I wanted to do. I’ll just do it later.” You snidely remarked. “But now I’m curious. Why beg to stay when you know it’s over?”

She says nothing at your first comment, but walks a bit away from the center of the ring.

“I felt falsely accused and I felt as if I should’ve been given another chance. The thought of losing everything I have and…” She gags, covering her mouth. “Living in such..ugh, low-class ways makes me sick! I mean, can you imagine having to even drive yourself places? That’s what a chauffeur is for! [Name], when I got kicked out with my brother, we had to DRIVE all the way to the arena! Could you imagine having to do that everyday!?”

She’s..wow. Stephanie is definitely something. You just stare at her incredulously, but then bite back a sneer, instead replacing it with a smile. “No way! I couldn’t imagine that at all.”

“You get it! See, this is why I had so much faith in you when you were with us. You understand my problems and I’m glad I have the chance to talk to you!” Stephanie beams at you, happy that you’re sympathetic.

“Right. I’m sure it’s suuch a drag to y’know,” You pause, leaning on the ring ropes. “..do all the work by yourself?”

Double entendre? The crowd seemed to be laughing at how irritated you were and could completely understand. They felt the same way! Being so rudely interrupted after going to read the fan mail. Oh, the humanity!!

“Ugh, yes!” Stephanie walks towards you, fast enough so that you couldn’t even process what she was doing. “You get it! [Name], you’re the only one around here that has any sense!” She sticks out her hand. “Which is one of the reasons why I’ve come out here TONIGHT!”

What was she getting at?

“What do you mean?” You ask, looking at her in confusion.

“I want to be business partners!” There was no sign of tears whatsoever, her somber behavior quickly transforming into excitement. “You and me, kicking ass! I point, you destroy!”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.” You say, putting a hand on your hip. “I’m already partners Stone Cold Steve Austin,” Once you said his name, the crowd cheers. “Quite frankly, Stephanie, I have a feeling you wanted to ask that all along.”

She huffed, pulling away her hand. Her plan wasn’t going well and she knew as much. “No, it’s not just that. I really wanted to come here and plead my case. If I didn’t, you’d all think I’m some backstabbing bitch! I’d never do that. I’m really only…”

You join in on her sentence, the both of you talking in unison. “—A misunderstood young woman.” Nodding your head, you sigh for what must have been the thousandth time. “I don’t even know how they let you in here in the first place.”

“I snuck in.” She admits. “But c’mon. You’ve gotta think about it….please?”

And to make her happy so she’d literally leave you alone, you nod, holding out your hand. She shakes it, and that seals the deal.

Yeah, right. She interrupted your goddamn show!!

Letting go off your mic, you twist her around and tie her arms around her neck, giving her a Backstabber. The crowd pops at your attack, and you stand up from your spot, leaning over her.

“Try again next time.”

BACKSTAGE // 7:20 PM

The fact Stephanie had interrupted your talk show had made you upset. The thought of shaking her hand moreso. Once it had dawned on you, there was immediately a feeling of dread.

You had just “shook hands” with Stephanie McMahon. The witch, the conniving woman who’d rip your heart out if you ever made a mistake. And then you turned around and attacked her.

For some reason, you were scared. Scared of what she’d do with you in the aftermath. While she’d be out of the WWF for quite a while, you knew it would only be a matter of time before she returned.

What’s one way of relieving stress? By burning things, of course. You were going to set these letters on fire if it was the last thing you’d do. You had a cameraman with you in the parking lot. Your antics for the night were far from over.

“Before I was rudely interrupted, I wanted to talk about my letters. Unfortunately, I can’t do that.” You sigh. “I apologize to all my fans who wanted to hear my endearing voice read them out. Instead, I’d like to show an example.” You dump the rest of the letters onto the ground.

You go through your pockets, taking out a matchbox and removing ONE match. Quickly dragging it against the striker of the box, it flickers to life. You toss it over and the pile of letters are engulfed into flames. The camera turns over there for a brief moment, then back to you.

“I don’t think anyone understands that you’re all in my way! I don’t need any cheap ass letters to tell me that I’m great and amazing, that I am incredible and what have you.“ You say. “I’m not just some idiot who can’t work my way around the ring. I could out wrestle ANY of you, anytime of the week! And if you don’t believe me, come see me.”

While your message wasn’t long (you were told you had 10 more minutes), you thought it still got the message across. Anyone who wanted to mess with you was on their way to a world filled with hurt.

BACKSTAGE // 7:45 PM

And if it wasn’t for Stephanie ruining your show, the other devil on your shoulder had shown up just JUST THE RIGHT MOMENT.

Him. Yet again. Yet-a-fuckin-gain.

Jericho gives you a smirk, and the camera pans over to him. “Someone like you, burning letters. Never would have expected it. How’s my gift treating you? You must like it, given I haven’t seen it in the fire.”

“I wish you’d leave me alone.” You groan. “You’re always following me. And for your information, Austin actually threw it away for me!” It wasn’t true, but you just wanted to see his reaction.

You opened your mouth, but stop after realizing something important.

Back up a little bit. How exactly did Jericho know about your letters? You told no one about your plan and you made 100% sure no one was in the same parking lot while you did it.

"Wait a second." You say, waving your hand. "How'd you know what I burnt?"

His smug look turned into one of bewilderment. “I thought you knew already? Your best friend Torrie, she’s been running around talking about it.”

“She’s been WHAT?!” You look in awe and Jericho snorts at your reaction.“No, no, stop, what do you mean?”

“So much for being besties, huh [Name]? Well, she’s been saying you’ve been burning letters. She saw you do it out in the parking lot, now she’s telling whoever you’ve mentioned or whatever. I didn’t really care.” He muttered. “What you should be focused on, is our match.”

You simply roll your eyes. Oh yeah. You forgot that was a thing. Where’s Stone Cold when you need him?

Jericho comes closer to you. “And if you want, the Walls of Jericho doesn’t have to be the only hold you could be in tonight, sweetheart.”

You stare at him in disbelief for a second. How dare he say that to you?! Did he really think you’d go THAT low? And even try to imply you’d sleep with him? Absolutely not.

You had lifted your hand up to give him a hard slap across the face, resulting in the crowd gasping. Slapping him felt incredibly satisfying and he literally didn’t even know what hit him. The blonde brings up a hand to his now reddened cheek, scowling all the while you stomp down the hallway.

Him and his stupid match can sit in the back of your mind until the time comes. Until then, you’ve got some loose ends to tie up. Most importantly, you’ve gotta deal with Torrie (and maybe even Stacy, if she’s around. That’d just kill two birds with one stone. You technically weren’t “friends” anyway.)

So once you had seen a blonde woman just hanging around down the hall, all you found yourself rushing over there, ready to fight. “Hey!” You yell, setting your hand on her shoulder and turning her around roughly. “TORRIE—“

But this was not Torrie. In fact, it was actually Terri Runnels, who seemed scared that you abruptly turned her around like that. She held her hands up in defense and you can only sigh.

“Jeez, I’m sorry.” You apologize. “You’re…Terri, was it? Yeah, I’m really sorry.”

She gave you a nervous laugh in response, waving her hand. “Oh, it’s fine….” Before throwing her arms out. “Minus you scaring the hell out of me. What’s your deal!?”

“My ‘deal’ is that something really badhappened, and now I’m looking for Torrie. Have you seen her? You’re both blonde so I got you two mixed up. That’s my fault.” You felt incredibly bad for scaring her like that, but she should be thankful you didn’t just start beating her up first!

“Sorry sweetie,” She apologizes to you with a shrug. “Haven’t seen her at all today. What happened between you two?”

You sigh. It’s hard to explain what exactly went down. On the bright side, maybe Torrie hadn’t got that far. “Long story short, she’s been telling people something I did. And it’s a lie,” You add, which was another lie in itself… “One that might completely ruin my reputation."

“Well first off, you don’t go around threatening to beat people up.” She advised with a laugh. “Why don’t you try talking to her instead?”

“I feel like if talk to her, I’d drag her across the concrete.” You admit.

“Ivory should have put some of us into anger management classes…” Terri mutters. “Anyway, I still think you should try talking to her. No hostility, no…dragging her across the concrete.”

“I can try, but no promises.”

Definitely no promises.

SMACK!DOWN // 7:58 PM

Unfortunately after talking to someone about it, you couldn’t go out there for the match. You were a bit bummed out but they explained that you had a segment already and you’ve got a match coming up. They weren’t wrong, yes, you’ve got a lot to do tonight, but it doesn’t hurt to go back out one more time.

…..You just can’t believe this is your life now.

You’re definitely not complaining, but you never thought you’d get this far. It’s been a nice ride so far, which makes you wonder if the journey coming up will be hard.

“Hey, kid.” A familiar voice calls. “The hell you’ve been up to?” Stone Cold Steve Austin looks pretty beat up, holding his stomach as he speaks to you. “Heard ya’ been burning shit.”

“Noooo.” You groan. “It got to you?! She’s faster than I thought! And why do you look all busted?”

“I look busted because Regal and his little minions set me up in that ring earlier. How’dya not hear?”

You shrug. “I was focused on this whole Torrie thing..and if you got all beat up, shouldn’t you be resting?”

“I don’t have time to rest when we’ve gotta perform.”

There was a silence before you just decided to speak up. Funnily enough, him standing there literally felt like he was judging you, so you had to come clean. The tension broke you. “Yeah. I burned letters.” You admit, rubbing your temple. “I feel really really bad. And I don’t want anyone else to find out, but who knows how many people Torrie’s told?”

“I don’t see the problem with that.” Of course he didn’t, it was literally Stone Cold we’re talking about. “Ya’ just were disposing of crap you didn’t need.”

Crap you didn’t need? That definitely was one way to put it.

Austin continued on. “Don’t worry about the consequences. If people have an issue about what you do, let em’….and if they try saying otherwise, you take it to the ring.”

His and Terri’s advice were pretty different. To fight or not to fight….

“I’ve been doing things the way I like for years.” Austin reminded. “The consequences don’t faze me. People don’t faze me. Ya’ gonna let them mess your brain up.” He points to his head. “They get inside your head and take advantage of it. Instead of letting em’ do that, you hit first. So, how about it?” He says, patting your back harshly. “We get into that ring, kick that little pretty boy’s ass, then go home.”

“Yeah!” You sure as hell were. It was a good idea too. Maybe that match would get some of your pent up anger out. “And that’s the bottom line!”

You waited for him to continue his own line, but he looked at you as if you were stupid. “Sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

He shakes his head. “We’ll have to work on that. Get it together, [Name]. We can’t lose.” And he leaves it at that, simply leaving you with your own thoughts. Did Debra tell him to talk to you?

His words made you nervous, rightfully so. What would happen if you did lose? Would he be upset at you? Worse, you’d lose a teammate! Even more scarier that Stephanie wanted you to align with the McMahons..that couldn’t bode well.

It would make sense with you joining out of spite incase he betrays you, but after that, then what? Would creative just shelf you for now? Would you have to do gimmick matches? They were already a strong “stable” on their own, so someone else being added was a bit crazy in your opinion.

The idea of not knowing what came next kinda made you uncomfortable. Even if you should have been used to it in WCW (where things were WAY more disorganized), the feeling just made you feel icky.

“[Name]!” You immediately recognize that voice as Edge. A smile grows on your face as he approaches, but he doesn’t seem happy. And here came those cameras you knew oh so well.

“What’s wrong?”

He looks at you incredulously. “You’re seriously asking me what’s wrong? That’s just great.”

There’s gotta be something you’re missing here. “What are you talking about?”

“You should know what I’m talking about. Burning anything ring a bell??”

Oh fuck.

You had no idea what to say, you open your mouth but quickly shut it. Okay, maybe Torrie was well within the right to tell on you, but that wasn’t her place at all, damn it! Now they’d know you burnt everything! That you didn’t care about them! The only person you cared about was yourself.

In other words, the seeds were being planted!

The cameras were on you again, so you wanted to make this as dramatic as possible with him. “I just…it wasn’t like that at all, you’ve gotta..I didn’t mean it at all.”

“You didn’t?” Edge looked at you and you finally thought he would understand. That all would be well. “You didn’t mean it. Okay. It just gets worse, huh? The least you could do was check on me when I got beat up out in the ring earlier.”

“Wait, huh?”

“Didn’t know that, did you?”

No, no you didn’t. You couldn’t even defend yourself, so you decided to pull out the next best excuse.

“I’ve got my own match to focus on! I didn’t know! You can’t blame me for not watching….” It was going to have to do. “I couldn’t come out..”

Yet, he still wasn’t buying it. “With what partner? Stone Cold’s already been ambushed too. You must have not saw that either. Maybe try paying attention more next time. Man, this day just gets better and better. Continuously betrayed by my own brother, then I find out someone I’ve been interes….” He stops himself, coughing into his palm. “Someone I’ve been friends with, couldn’t care less about me.” He stared at you for a minute before turning around to leave.

“Wait a damn minute! You can’t just leave. And besides, I already saw him all beat up! Maybe if you were as good as him, you’d be raring and ready to go!” You yell, stomping right behind him. “But no! You’re running away!”

“Just shut up already, [Name].” He says, continuing his way down the hall.

This time, you didn’t follow, a new feeling of anger burning in your veins. The moment you lay your eyes on Torrie, IT IS ON.

hey! hey you! if you’ve made it to the end, YAY! thanks for reading and sticking around!! im working on fixing the spacer so it’s brighter pls bare with me. steve austin + reader duo is going to go on for a bit longer me thinks. *gives you both the tag team titles because i can*

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I Don’t Want To Miss A Thing.

Harry Styles x Y/N

Eventual smut , fluff maybe angst??? Idk

Part 1 Harry meets the daughter of his idol Steven Tyler, and he has never been happier to have his car break down.

*A/N My mom passed away and this is the first time I’ve decided to write again. I just wasn’t in the mood but I think I’m ready to start again and I wanted to get something out because it has been so long since I posted. So here is part 1 I hope you like it 😈

Harry was just shaking his head, he only wanted to run to the studio to pick up his journal that he left behind. He realized while just reaching the end of his street that he forgot his phone. Harry convinced himself he would be fine deciding not to go back for it.

So here he was car just died on him in LA, right in front of the gates that home owner would need to use if they were coming or going. Feeling half pissed that a $300,000 car just died for no reason and half for having to buzz the homeowner and look up at the security camera and kindly beg to please use their phone because he himself was a fucking wanker.

A amused voice comes over the speaker “ you British boys always driving on the wrong side of the road. I’ll have someone let you in.” Harry smiled an thanked the voice. He was a little surprised that the person knew who he was. Harry decided to check over his car real quick while he waits. He can’t help thinking that the voice was familiar to him.

As Harry is leaning over grabbing his keys when he hears the gates start to open. “Welcome Mr. Styles it looks like you have gone the wrong direction.” Laughing at his own dad joke while Harry is frozen in place eyes wide as saucers standing almost in front of him was his idol, a fucking rock god. His car broke down in front of Steven Tyler’s house. The lead singer of Aerosmith, the best rock band that ever was.

Steven laughed “You coming Prince Harry?” Harry snapped out of it and caught up and walked sided by side with his hero into the house.

“Harry, my guy can look at your car if your not in a rush, stay for dinner, have a few drinks. My daughter should be home from college shorty and then we’ll eat. Till then let’s have a few fucking drinks.” He said as he threw his arm over Harry’s shoulder and as they walked off to the bar room.

It wasn’t as easy as everyone might think to be Steven Tyler’s daughter, 22 almost 23 years of having him as a father she thinks if she was lucky maybe he was around a total of 6 maybe 7 of them all combined, between the touring and the extreme drug use he wasn’t always the best or most available dad. She loved him though, she loved her dad the most out of anyone on the planet and he felt the same he had a lot of kids but there was no denying y/n was his angel. They both loved the time they had together now, y/n was living with him, he was totally off drugs and only did special appearances so they made up for a lot of lost time and loved every minute of it.

So when she’s leaving class and her phone rings a wide smile breaks out on her face when she sees it’s her dad. “Hey dad.” Y/n can practically hear his smile through the phone. “Hey angel, are you about to head home?” Y/n chuckled “Wow, this is new you usually don’t call to see if I’m headed home right after class.Something up?” “No, nothing serious I just wanted to let you know to pull in around the back of house tonight, some assholes car stalled in front of our gate and I’m not sure it will be moved by the time you get here.” She chocked back a laugh” Ok I get it cars breakdown, but how do you know the person driving it is an asshole.” “Trust me angel when you’ve been around as long as I have you know an asshole when you see one.” Steven tried to keep a straight face as Harry looked over at him with shock on his face. He just smiled at Harry then being pulled back to his phone call by your voice which he now had on speaker. “Your a terrible person, I’ll see you in about 20 minutes.” The 2 could hear her laughing as she hung up.

Steven gave Harry a drink. “By the way Prince Harry I don’t think your an asshole I just like to mess with y/n. She’s my favorite. I know your not supposed to have a favorite child but I do, I’d deny it in front of the others but they would probably be the first to tell you. She is just so different.” He sat back and a soft smile coming to his face as he thought of his daughter. “She never judged me, or held it against me for not being around very much while she was growing up. She didn’t want me to get her a modeling contract or get her a roll in a movie, she just wanted to be my daughter and only thing she asked of me was to be her dad.” He sighs. “Ok enough of that fucking mushy bullshit. So tell me about yourself young prince.”

As y/n comes walking in the back door she hears her dad talking and laughing with someone. She knows it could be absolutely anyone, walking in to find find Jonny Depp, Jon Bon Jovi, Mick Jagger, you name it so celebrities didn’t rally fascinate her the way they did everyone else, it was a pretty common around her house. What she wasn’t prepared for was to see Harry Styles sitting at the bar with her dad. She slid into the kitchen before they noticed her. Y/n wasn’t a big One Direction fan they were ok but she wasn’t crazy like most of the girls she knew were for them. On the other hand she wasn’t blind the man hanging out with her dad was gorgeous, she has seen his videos, but in person he looked almost ethereal.

Y/n snaps herself out of it, he is just like everyone else, this shouldn’t effect her, she almost laughed out loud at herself how she almost just had a star struck moment, she groans internally thinking how bad her dad would make fun of her if he knew. Pushing those thoughts out of her head she walks back into the hall to entire the room, they are still laughing which makes her smile when she fully walks in. Y/n loves to she her dad laugh and enjoy life.

Hearing the footsteps they both turn to her. “There’s my girl,” he smiles widely holding his arms wide open for her to walk straight into. She always loved her dads hugs he had a way of making her feel safe and loved just simply by wrapping his arms around her and kissing the top of her head. “Prince Harry I’d like you to meet my daughter y/n.” Steven said proudly with one arm slung around his daughters shoulders. Harry stands quickly extending his hand to her. “Nice to meet you y/n.” She smiled at him excepting his hand to shake “Nice to meet you, Harry, I hope your not offended if I don’t use your royal title, seems so formal.” She smirked, Harry laughed “I don’t see that being a problem.” His smile wide. “I’m guessing your the asshole who’s car broke down?” She asked with a smirk, “Guilty, that asshole would be me.” They both broke out in laughter, it is then y/n realizes they are still shaking hands. Her cheeks heat up a little as she takes her hand back and gives him a shy smile.

Steven watches as his daughter gets a small shy smile that she quickly fixes, maybe the young Brit”s car breaking down just might have been fate for these 2 to meet. Ok ok he knows he can be a big dork sometimes but hey he’s spent his whole life taking risks and chances and he is convinced there is definitely some fate mixed in there to.

#harry styles smut #harry styles #harry #harry styles dirty fanfiction #harry styles one shot #harry style smut #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfction #harry styles fic #harry styles imagines #harry x y/n #harry x reader #harry x you #harry styles fluff

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asseater3k · 9 months

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Ahoy gamers

I’m borrowing a ps3 from a friend and I’m returning it two weeks in that time I’ve decided to challenge myself to beat every MGS game In the MGS legacy collection which contains

Metal gear solid 2: sons of Liberty

Megara gear solid 3: snake eater

Metal gear solid : Peace Walker

Metal gear sold 4: guns of the patriots

I wanted to do this because one I haven’t actually played any mgs games outside of the twin snakes and I want to see what happens and 2 I need to fill free time until the 25th now the main thing I want to experience is the story these games provide and while we the gameplay is very important to these series I’m in a strict time limit here so there are the following caviates/ parameters under the read more

I will be playing these games on very easy difficulty. I know that i might be depriving myself of the challenge and reward of the gameplay but I had to make concessions for time also i was not strictly speaking “good” at the only metal gear I played so I might still be challenged

No game skips or crazy speed run tricks are allowed for the challenge. I want to get as complete a picture of each game as time allows so I won’t be doing things like setting the clock ahead for the sniper fight in MGS3 I feel like I’ve already made concessions with the difficulty and stuff like that feels a bit like cheating to me in this context

I will very likely miss certain codec calls and story beats within them. My current setup is a ps3 plugged into a dell monitor with no speakers I don’t want to have no sound at all during this experience so I’ve set up a queue of like mgs2 the movie all cutscenes videos on my phone that I can sync up and area soundtracks but because of this setup I’m at the whims of what these compilations include and I want to have sound when people talk in these games I’ll try to get everything I can but I’ll miss something’s but please feel free to mention things I might’ve missed as long as they’re not spoilers to the time point I am at in the game

Im going to be writing up little blog posts at the end of each day if the challenge containing thoughts/ funny/ moments occurrences I find notable I will be tagging these with #metalgearmania and game appropriate spoiler tags the first of these which will be a combo of day one and two will go up later tonight

#metalgearmania #ahhh I’m excited #I’ve wanted to both play these games and do a little live-blogging type thing for a while #sorry about the length and punctuation on these days i mentioned earlier I’m still getting used to writing like this on tumblr

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bonesandthebees · 8 months

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Hi Bee, hope your train ride is fun!

Fun fact: one of our smoke detectors decided it needed to let hs know the batteries were getting low at 4:30 yesterday and we did not figure out which one it was (and that it wasn’t stuck to the ceiling, so easy to get) ‘till 6 a.m.! I did not go back to bed after ripping the batteries out of its wretched carcass and it was a long day so despite getting a decent amount of sleep tonight, I am still tired.

Anyway, tell me about your day. You did Edinburgh, right? (Please tell I read the correct name) The picture we’re very beautiful and it looked like a really pretty day. Did you do anything other than visiting castles. Also what museum did you go to?

-🌲

Hi spruce ty!!

Oh NOOO literally there is almost nothing worse than a smoke alarm going off bc of low batteries. There’s basically nothing you can do till you figure out which one it is and even when you do sometimes taking the batteries out still doesn’t make the noise stop. It’s happened to me at like 2 am before it sucks so bad 😭 I’m so sorry spruce we are both running on very little sleep rn

Yes I was at Edinburgh yesterday!! It’s such a pretty city. But tbh I’m glad I spent most of my time in Scotland in Glasgow. Edinburgh is pretty but it doesn’t feel like a real place people live if that makes sense?? Like I know plenty of people do live there but it’s so touristy it just feels like a prop piece as Firesnap described it. Glasgow feels like more of a real city

I still had a lot of fun in Edinburgh tho!! I actually didn’t visit any castles bc the big castle in Edinburgh requires you book your tickets in advance and I didn’t know that 😭 all the pictures I posted where pics of cathedrals and other random monuments around the city. The buildings literally just Look Like That.

I went to two museums while I was there! The National Museum of Scotland (which was fun but the stuff they had on display isn’t really the kind of stuff I like to go to museums to se except for the fashion they had a whole fashion exhibit I was obsessed with), and then I went to the National Gallery. The Gallery was where I got to see all the gorgeous art and that’s definitely up there with the museums I went to. It was a smaller art museum compared to the Rijksmuseum and the Kelvingrove but the paintings they had on display were huge and stunning.

Also I went to this visual illusion museum type place that was really not worth the £20 admission price so the TripAdvisor reviews lied to me a bit. They said it was fun for kids and adults but it was definitely geared mostly to kids. But the staff working there were really funny and I got some cool pics out of it so I still enjoyed it

Oh also after the national museum of Scotland I went to this whisky and gin bar nearby and I had the best cocktail I’ve had in ages. Also I ordered a scotch egg there and it has to be one of the best things I’ve eaten on this trip. Scotch eggs are so good wtf

So my final rating of Edinburgh was very good for a day trip, glad I didn’t spend more than one day there though Glasgow definitely is a better place to spend your time at

#ask #spruce anon #bee travels

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nancypullen · 1 year

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DONE

Whew! Ladies, we did it again. The holidays are ending with no casualties and no one carted off in a straight jacket. Our Christmas was sweeter than ever, mostly because of a certain little girl. More than anyone in the family she appreciated my decorations and the goodies. We were probably tied in our excitement about Santa’s visit. She is a wonderful recipient. You could wrap up a potato in a pretty box and she’d name it and love it. Her preschool was closed the week after Christmas and her parents had to work so she stayed with us. She is an absolute joy, but I am OLD. When my youngest was four, I was twenty-eight. She is easy, bath time and bed time were a breeze. She is cooperative, no tantrums or fussing. But she is FOUR, and she is a smart, curious, bouncy, chatty girl. I wouldn’t have missed a minute of this visit, but you know I slept on a heating pad last night. I hate to even joke about this because I’m going to blink my eyes and she’ll be 8, 10, 13, and then gone to college. Her birthday is in just over a month and in the fall she’ll be a kindergartner. Make it stop! I could cry just thinking of how quickly she’s growing. Anywayyyyyyy...we had a fabulous Christmas, everyone was generous and kind to each other, lots of love around the tree and the table. I wouldn’t change a single thing, I’ve got plenty of sweet memories tucked away in my heart. Matt departs on January 2nd, he’ll be home about a week before heading to Uganda. So we’ve got company for New Year’s Eve and may manage to stay awake long enough to welcome 2023. I’m going to make a few snacky things, we’ll watch a movie, and around midnight we’ll say yippee and kiss each other. We walk on the wild side around here. I, for one, am so ready to close the calendar on 2022. Every year I get excited just thinking about a fresh new year and all it could hold. I’m choosing a word to focus on for this year, and it is flourish. I want to flourish in every aspect of life, and I’m the only one who can make it happen. I want to use the meager talents I’ve been given and do something with them. I want my health to flourish, I want my relationships to flourish, my home, my life! It’s time to bloom where I’m planted. I have experience with that, but I was successful at it because I had to be - my kids were counting on me, my family, etc. I sort of accidentally flourished while making sure everyone else did. This time it’s just for me. I may be a blooming idiot, but at least I’m blooming.

There are probably braver words that I could have chosen - I’m sure that there are people out there claiming courage or determination as their word for 2023. I hope their years exceed their wildest dreams, but that’s not what I need. I’ve decided to believe in myself this year, and nurture myself too. With that sort of fertilizer, surely I’ll flourish.

Alright, this kooky post is sort of all over the place. I just popped in to let you know that we’ve all survived the holiday madness and have settled in for a quiet New Year’s Eve at home. My favorite sort. Think about what your word for 2023 might be - what do you want or need more of next year? Peace? Connection? Adventure? Simplicity? Passion? Harmony? I have a friend who has chosen the word YES, because she intends to say yes to more things - everything from lunch invitations to job opportunities. There are so many powerful words that might mean something different to each of us, and might change your focus for the next twelve months. Food for thought. And speaking of food, I have to check the meatballs in the crockpot and get started on tonight’s menu. I hope that you are sending this year off with a kiss or a kick, depending on how you feel about 2022, and greeting the new year with open arms. Let’s make the most of it! Sending out BIG love tonight! Stay safe, stay well.

Nancy

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apatchedupdoll · 1 year

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There’s a lot on Tumblr that I didn’t know I needed in my life. It gets distracting, but then sometimes it flares me up into wanting to make more. It drives me to want to make, either the art style, the ideas, the stories, or something else that makes me want to create. Even if it’s not drawing it could be writing or something else. That being said! Here’s todays art dump <3

This is pretty much finished, I may add some detail and touches later, but so far I’m happy with it.

The Komoraku or whatever I’m gonna call it is also going okay. I’ve colored everything, I just need to start adding detail, maybe a little more color differations but it seems to be going on fine. I’ll probably finish this tonight after I work.

Oh look! Turtle ocs? Nah it couldn’t be. Totally not a bunch of characters I made for the Prisoner’s Bale story. But seriously this is a lot of fun. This is pretty much the first iteration of the family so things could massively change before anything is set in stone. I’ve already changed Tobi’s age like 3 times already. I’m not totally convinced by Sophie’s design and Alex’s patters need some work for sure. There are a few other things I’m thinking about but you’ll have to wait for those changes to find out.

So why am I showing off the characters of Prisoner’s Bale? Well if I haven’t said or made it clear in my last posts (idk man sometimes I don’t make things easy) I’ve decided I’m going to make a comic for the story. Unlike Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? this one will be thought out very extensively. Think of this as sharpening my blade before I even try the Mother’s Land comic. ‘But wait, if you’re making two stories for rottmnt, then why are you making something that doesn’t relate at all?’ I hear you ask curiously while trying to get the cookie jar from the top of the fridge while I start to monologue. Ah, well I really like rottmnt and (as much as I’m happy we’re getting a new movie) I really don’t want to let it go just yet. I find fanfictions are the perfect way to help skills develop. If you’ve seen my Oh, Where Have You Been Brother? you may notice my writing skills are shit. I’ve also realized I tend to write myself into corners without realizing it before the last minute and have to rewrite almost everything, in fact I had a plan and when I posted the latest chapter I realized, oh wait oh shit fuck that means that this won’t work so that means oh god oh fuck shit fuck! I’ll let you guess what I fucked up lol. The point is I’m using my love of TMNT to help me develop better skills for projects that don’t need and can’t have the crutches fanfictions give. Does that mean all TMNT fanfictions do this? No, but this is what I use it for. I just feel like acknowledging it is good and something I shouldn’t be ashamed of.

So that’s my ramble. I hope y’all like the art. Maybe you found something useful and relatable hehehe. Oh and chapter 5 of OWHYBB is on its way. I can see it being finished around Thursday, but spring break is also over tomorrow so bleh! Things will def slow down when writing, still will have daily art uploads. Have a good day! I hope y’all remember not to eat too many cookies!

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local-ratri-simp · 2 years

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He was right. - Peter Ratri x Reader

I’ve been holding this in for a long time now and only now do I get to post it hehe.

Enjoy, I guess ^^;;

It’s another fine evening at the farm headquarters. Another shipment has underwent successfully, so everyone gets to finally rest for a while. Of course, being the two busiest people in the whole facility, Peter and [Y/N] Ratri deserve their rest.

While [Y/N] is snuggled up well next to her husband, Peter on the other hand is struck with insomnia. For nights, they both couldn’t get proper sleep due to their busy schedule. [Y/N] felt very much relieved to finally get a longer sleep tonight, but Peter, as exhausted as he is, just kept staring at the ceiling with mangling thoughts.

It’s one of those thoughts that keeps you up at night, and you feel like you needed to do something before you get the reward of sleep. Of course, you could do this the moment you wake up, but because of having the responsibility of the farms overseers, the two barely have enough time for themselves. It’s only at night when they get to do something personal. Then again, they have to catch up on sleep.

Impatient, Peter tries to sneak out of bed, not trying to startle his wife. However, she notices while asleep, tightening her grip around his waist. To try and convince her that he needed to go, he kisses her forehead and whispers an easy excuse. “Sweetie. I need to go to the bathroom.”

[Y/N] hums affirmation as she loosens up and turns to the other side of the bed. Finally, he’s free. He steps out of bed and into a door that doesn’t actually lead to the bathroom, but the main office.

Rubbing away the sleepy from his eyes, he cleans up his desk of the thick bundles of paper stacked on it. He puts them away in a shelf next to his desk as he looks at the papers and pictures underneath the glass of the desk. The desk glass is easily lifted up to place certain papers and pictures that’s easy to see. Such includes the seasonal harvest schedule, his and his wife’s wedding, the organisation map, and… an old image of him and his brother, James Ratri.

Peter’s heart shatters at the sight of it. He’s been thinking about him the whole night, and once he finally sees it, of course emotion hits. Regret, guilt, sadness.

James was someone Peter looked up to as he was growing up. But after hearing that he wanted to break the promise made for eons, Peter felt awfully conflicted. ‘This could destroy the peace between humans and demons, how could he break it now just because he wanted to save worthless children?!’

He wanted to be right with that mindset. But then again, his brother was right. He didn’t know what side he wanted to be in, until he decided that his loyalty to the bloodline and the promise was stronger than wanting to rebel against it with his brother.

Feeling like there wasn’t another choice, he ordered to assassinate his brother before his plan would go through. Of course, the guilt followed after hearing that James was sorry for veering away from what Peter thought was wonderful. But now that he’s gone, he has no choice but continue with what he had originally planned. To take over the whole facility and keep the promise in tact for more years to come.

But… it’s hard. It’s hard to go on pretending like James’s death didn’t mean anything. He loved him more than anything. He knew he was right. After meeting his wife who used to be a cattle child, he was convinced that these children can be more than just food. We were all humans, and we deserve a better life than this. Part of him wanted to fulfil what he and his beloved brother had started. He knew the human world was much better for the kids to live and thrive in.

He knew… there are demons out there with blood that can take care of all of demon kind without the need of human brains.

Holding his head with his hands, guilt starts running over him like a truck. He too hunted these demons down to gain full power and control over this world. He wanted to feel like God. He wanted to feel like he was doing humankind a favour.

But he knew that there are still demons out there with such blood. He could hunt them down, bring them here, and take care of the facility demons. And while they’re at it, he could free the humans from this world. ‘Yes. It should work.’

He hurried off into a secret bookcase that was hidden behind shelves of books. This was where James kept his plans. Peter once thought of burning them, but part of him felt like these were the last remains of his brother. The journals were unused for months, resulting in him coughing from the dust accumulated.

He slammed the journals on his desk, sifting through the most important parts he remember when he was playing along with James’s plans. He studied the notes to get a clear plan of what he initially thought in his head. He wasn’t gonna execute this any time soon, but he just wanted to at least have an idea of what to do if he finally felt like it.

Emotions however, were distracting him from focusing. Each time his eyes travel the pages, new thoughts enter his mind.

Why am I still awake? I should go back to sleep. No, I want to honour my brother, but at the same time, I cannot disappoint my ancestors who lived before me and kept this whole promise in tact. What happens if we succeed? What if we don’t? What if the war happens between the two races again? What if I end the worl—

“Peter.”

Suddenly, he gasped out of surprise. His train of thought was cut after hearing a certain voice. He turned to see his wife looking at him with sleepy eyes, arms crossed, and leaning against the door frame. “That was, one long bathroom break you got there.” She chuckled.

And it was then, Peter felt almost defeated. He slowly closes the book and buries his head in his hands, silently sobbing.

Peter has barely showed any emotions around the whole facility, of course making everyone intimidated. But there was only one person, place and time he can let these emotions out.

[Y/N] walked closer to comfort him. Before she dragged him back to bed, she noticed the book he was recently reading.

“Peter.” She leans in, trying to read the handwriting. “What are those—“

He stands up while switching the lamp off. “Sorry sweetie, let’s go back to bed now.”

They both returned to the bedroom. [Y/N] put her arms around him as she tried to comfort her husband who’s still crying. She herself is shocked to see him in this state since it barely happens. For a long time, Peter is very good at hiding sadness.

“Peter dear, what’s on your mind?” She leans in to look at his face. She takes his head in her hands, rubbing the tears off with her thumb. “What were you reading?”

No answers yet. The waterfalls continues. Not wanting to push him to answer her, [Y/N] pulls him in for a hug, where Peter continues to cry on her shoulder. She could feel a broken heart inside him. Admittedly his sadness makes her sad too, despite not knowing what happened yet.

“James was right.” Finally, Peter managed to let out some words. [Y/N]’s eyes widened upon hearing that.

She pulls away to look at him. “What do you mean..?”

“Ever since his death, I haven’t stopped thinking about the possibility of saving the children.” He holds her hand on his cheek as she continues to rub the tears away. “As much as I want to keep the promise in tact, part of me still wants to fulfil what my brother has started with me.”

His wife said nothing. For days he had always talked about how proud he was to have made it this far. How everything was going into plan since his nuisance brother was out of the way. So for his mood to change this drastically was shocking to her.

“Then.. why haven’t you—“

“Not only because I’m keeping the promise, but also, there’s a chance we still couldn’t survive. If we all escape, then the demons would go rampant on us. They’ll think I betrayed them, and war will outrage.

[Y/N], I’m doing this if it means we both can survive.”

#the promised neverland #peter ratri #Peter Ratri x reader #x reader #you have to forgive me for this

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madsxclinesx · 1 year

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𝒽𝑜𝓌'𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝓃 𝒻𝒶𝓈𝓉 ⇢ 𝒥𝑜𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓁𝓎𝓃

Who: M.C & J.B ( @joeburrcw )

When: November 1st, 2022

Where: Cincinnati, Ohio

Plot: After a rough loss in Cleveland, Joe and Madelyn argue (again) about his post-game emotions, which leads to some (not so) shocking revelations about their feelings for each other.

MADELYN: It seemed like every time things were good, they fell apart again. The past two weeks had been amazing, the best of Madelyn's life. Even though she hadn't spent the entire time in Ohio, she had spent the entire time talking to Joe every single day. Madelyn wouldn't have traded it for the world. Only now, with the first official loss of their relationship, Madelyn felt like they were back at square one. She thought that with their exclusive label, and the way that Joe was starting to be so open and honest and real with her, they would have gotten past this bullshit. Past his consistent pushing her away any time things didn't go how he wanted. She felt like a teenager, grounded for not listening and punished with a week without seeing her boyfriend. Only her boyfriend was the one that was virtually grounding her. It was ridiculous. So, instead of listening to him, she did exactly what she said she was going to do. Get on a different flight, put her stuff in the guest room, and wait it out until he decided he was done being dramatic. Even if he wasn't around, she wasn't just going to disappear. They had come so far, she wasn't about to tuck her tail between her legs because he was having one bad day. Instead, Madelyn sat in the guest room with the door open, flipping through Instagram on her phone and liking Halloween party photos while she waited to hear the front door.

JOE: Any time the Bengals were defeated terribly, Joe wanted his space. And for some reason, nobody around him was respecting that tonight. At times, it felt as if he was silently screaming in a crowded room — no one being able to hear him. And to make matters even worse, he was now fighting with Madelyn. Which was the absolute last thing he needed right now. But he wasn’t in the mood to deal with it, so he decided to grab another hotel room for the night until the team left bright and early in the morning. It was just about ten o’clock in the morning when Joe finally got in, slamming shut the door to the garage as he carelessly tossed his belongings onto the kitchen floor. The house was eerily silent, thankful that Madelyn had actually listened to him and went back to Los Angeles for the rest of the week. He was just trying to protect her by keeping his distance. It was better off that way than getting into another screaming match like they had over texts the night before. However, just as Joe went to grab a water bottle from fridge, from a distance, he had taken a glimpse over in the direction of the staircase, noting his girlfriend’s outlandish pink luggage staring right back at him. “Are you fucking kidding me,” Joe angrily grumbled under his breath as he threw his keys down on the kitchen counter. “Madelyn, get the hell down here! I’m not fucking playing this game with you. I’ve had enough.”

MADELYN: Madelyn realized only too late that she left her things downstairs. She had every intention of grabbing it before he got home, only the day had left her more tired than she expected, and she had fallen asleep. Only when she heard the garage did she realize what she had done. Silently, Madelyn tried to gauge how easy it would be to creep downstairs. He might not even notice. He might just go straight to his room or to take a shower and she could very easily sneak downstairs without him even realizing that she was here. No, it was too late for that. She could already hear him yelling her name. With a sigh, Madelyn pieced together her exhaustion as she stood up, and with her arms folded across her chest she made her way downstairs, though she stopped just short of the living room. "I told you, I'm giving you space," she said, refusing to look directly at him. As irritated as she was that he was still continuing to scold her and treat her like a teenager, the last thing she wanted was to argue with him again. "I will leave you alone and not bother you or try to help you feel better, but I wasn't going to waste my time going back to California after I came all the way out here, that would be ridiculous." She had been getting one way plane tickets more often, extending her stays longer and longer now that she had no reason to leave unless it was for work. It would have been a pain to have to buy a last minute flight. "You can come talk to me when you're ready and feel like you have a better handle on things." With that, she reached for her luggage, starting to pull it up the stairs.

JOE: "You are not giving me space by being here," Joe responded quickly, his normally icy blue eyes now clouding over to the point where they had managed to turn several shades darker. He was typically a calm person, rarely someone that ever gets mad unless he was provoked. The upsetting and embarrassing loss last night was enough for that side of him to come out, not to mention the fight with his girlfriend was only adding fuel to the fire. "When I say I want to be alone, it means I want to be completely fucking alone, Madelyn. It doesn't mean you go against my wishes and show up here thinking you're fucking doing something, that it's going to make things better. As you can see, it's doing absolutely nothing. I just wanted space to cool off for one day. One day. And you couldn't even respect that," he scolded, teeth gritting as he spoke. He spun around to head back into the kitchen to grab the bottle of water he had intended on getting before he was stopped in his tracks, not wanting Madelyn to see him fighting back tears. It was one simple request he asked of her, something he had never done in the amount of time they've known one another, and he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that she wouldn't listen to him. "I need you to leave," Joe mumbled after taking a long sip of the water, the cold liquid soothing him as it slid down his hoarse throat. He still had refused to turn around and look at Madelyn, even while seemingly starting to leave the room.

MADELYN: "No, it wasn't one day. You were ousting me for a whole fucking week, after going half the week without seeing you. If you had said one day I would have been gone for one day, but you were treating me like I was a fucking child, and I'm sick of it. I don't need to be babied and pushed away every time you're mad about something." Madelyn refused to back down. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that she was wrong. They could have compromised. She could have gotten the hotel, stayed away for a few days, and come back when they had talked things through. But she was getting tired of being shut out. She could handle it when they weren't together, because she had no stake in trying to make him feel better because he didn't owe her his feelings. But she thought things were better now. The familiar feelings of uncertainty of her position in his life tanked in her stomach, making her feel heavy and nauseous. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay and make sure she was okay, even from a distance. She wanted to stay and work things out. But she was also worried that the more she fought, the worse things would get. "I..." She let out a sigh. "Fine. Fine, I'll leave. I'm sorry that my caring about you is such a fucking burden." Turning around, Madelyn went back upstairs, grabbing her phone and her jacket, the only two things she had brought up with her. She sighed again, closing her eyes tightly. She would not cry. Not again. She was tired of crying in this house. Madelyn made her way back down the stairs, grabbing her luggage once again. "I don't know what it is about someone trying to support you that is so fucking awful for you, but if that's not what you need from me I won't try anymore. I'll stay out of the way when you lose from now on. Wouldn't want to be a bother to your pity party."

JOE: Joe bit his tongue. Madelyn was right and he was fucking annoyed. Last night when they were texting after the game, he did say he wanted her to go back to California for the rest of the week. But it was in the heat of the moment, the game had literally just ended and he quickly said something he instantly regretted. Because no, he didn't actually want her to go back to the other side of the country until their next game, he just wanted space somehow. If that meant her staying at a hotel in downtown Cincinnati for a few days, then he wouldn't have minded. But Joe felt as if it was too late now. Chewing on his bottom lip, the quarterback finally spun around to face her, even if it was from a distance. "Where the hell did I say you caring about me was a fucking burden?!" And that was the problem. It was scaring him that Madelyn had started to care too much, that even he was starting to care too much. And that terrified him because he knew what it meant. That his feelings were growing deeper and deeper. How could they not when they spent so much time together, doing things together, and talking about virtually any and everything? Sure, they had only met at the beginning of August, but overtime, things had easily become more intense. And quicker than he would've liked for them to. Joe set the bottle of water down on the kitchen island counter, shaking his head in disbelief as he crossed his arms over his chest while he watching Madelyn gather her things. This time, he made no effort to stop her like he did almost a month ago. He couldn't bring himself to do so, not with how pissed he was at the moment. "You know why it's so fucking awful?" Joe retorted, finally deciding to close the distance between them when he exited the kitchen to meet her in the living room. Only making sure he kept a good distance between them, still. "You're starting to care too fucking much and it's making me fall in love with you, damnit!"

MADELYN: "Because it's always been a burden to you! No matter how hard I try, no matter what I do, no matter how often I try to do what you ask or try to help you feel better you always push me away. I'm supposed to just sit and let you pout and get over things and go back to acting like everything is okay when it isn't." Madelyn swallowed. Now that she was on a role, it was too late for her to stop now. "All I have ever wanted, even when we were just fooling around, is to be someone that you felt like you could trust with your feelings. Even if it wasn't all of them, even if you didn't tell me everything. Even if all I did was sit there while you wallowed until you felt good enough to say something, I was willing to do it. And you have never allowed me to do that. You always close yourself off and we have stupid arguments and I'm just exhausted by it. I thought that by actually being in a relationship things would help, but as far as I can tell you are still just as closed off as you always have been, I just don't see it when you're in a good mood." Rather than continue to rant, Madelyn held her phone loosely in her hand as she looked down at the zipper of her jacket, refusing to look at him. Which is why his words took her by such surprise, and her phone slipped out of her hand, hitting a stair and bouncing until it hit the floor. But Madelyn didn't care. Her heart was pounding her ears at a thousand miles a minute, her hands trembling as she processed what he said. Did he said he was falling in love with her? And in the middle of an argument? And once he said it, the heavy and nauseous feeling in her stomach increased tenfold. Though, for an entirely different reason. Because once he said it, her own feelings started swirling around, making themselves known as if they had been in hiding the entire time. Madelyn gripped the banister tightly, finally raising her gaze to look at him. "...What did you say?”

JOE: Joe didn’t even flinch when Madelyn dropped her phone on the floor. Nothing, virtually nothing could’ve prepared them for this moment. It wasn’t like they had ever discussed it, either, which made matters worse. “Nothing,” Joe shook his head, voice lowering to a damn near whisper once he realized the words had come out of him. He didn’t really mean to say them, it just sort of… Happened. “It was nothing,” he echoed again, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. Joe mentally cursed himself because he knew it wasn’t nothing. He said it because that’s how he felt. He just didn’t think he’d be telling Madelyn so soon. But he knew damn well he wasn’t going to get out of this; he knew his girlfriend so well already that he knew she was going to push until she got the truth out of him. Joe inhaled a deep breath, running his fingers through his unkempt dirty blonde hair as he let go of the breath he’d been holding. “I push you away and ask for space because I don’t want this, I don’t want to fall in love again. I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to you and that fucking terrifies me. But I can’t—“ Joe paused, fighting back tears again. “I can’t stop myself from falling in love with you, no matter how hard I try. I didn’t even want you to actually go back home like I told you to, I wanted you to come back with me. To come back with me, but to just give me space, away from here. Wherever that may be, I don’t know.” Joe was rambling now, but the words were coming out like vomit and he couldn’t stop himself. “I am terrified of being in love again. My last serious relationship was for more than four years and I just don’t know what I’m doing… I don’t.”

MADELYN: Madelyn never took her eyes off Joe, watching carefully as he unloaded on her. It did sting a little bit, sure, to hear that he didn't want to fall in love with her, or at least he wasn't ready. But she was sure he didn't mean that, not really. Fear was the ultimate winner, here. And she understood, to a point. This sort of step in any relationship was terrifying, but it was especially terrifying when they had been back and forth for months, and they were still finding their footing in their relationship. To hit this realization of their feelings so soon was nerve wracking. But they would figure things out. Madelyn believed that much. "Joe...I know that it can seem scary, because things that are real and life changing are scary. But isn't that a good thing? Doesn't that mean that...that this is something worthwhile that..." her voice shook, tears stinging her own eyes. "That falling in love is something worth while? I know that your last relationship was a big chunk of your life and that something like that is hard to overcome and this is a big thing that we're doing but..." She stepped a little closer to him, though she was careful to keep the space between them just in case. "I promise that if you let me in, if you stop pushing me away and allow yourself to feel, without any hesitation or reservation I will make it worth your while, worth our while. When I said you were everything I meant that. You are the fucking universe, baby. Everything that you're feeling, I'm feeling." It was just as much of an admission of her feelings as his was, without exactly saying the words. She wasn't sure what would happen if she tried that. "I am here. For however long you want me to be. In whatever way you want me to be. I'm here."

JOE: Joe knew that when Madelyn had something to say, it was always an earful. So, he fell silent and let her speak, to say what was on her mind. Sometimes, he’d glance to the floor out of insecurity or he’d look in the other direction. Just because it was hard to hear everything she was telling him. And he didn’t want to believe they were already talking about such a huge step in their relationship, not even a month into their relationship. The fact that they had fooled around prior to their relationship is what he knew ultimately gave them the push they both needed to feel this way about one another already. Because while most of the time, they’d just had sex, there were times when they didn’t. And when they didn’t, it was too easy for the feeling to develop. Joe knew that much. He hadn’t allowed himself to feel this hard in such a long time; not since Olivia, at least. He had attempted to fight back tears all morning since he discovered Madelyn had ignored him and decided to stay here, but at this point, he let them fall because he was too exhausted to care. He squeezed his eyes shut briefly, which only caused more tears to cascade down his cheeks when he eventually opened them. After Madelyn had finished speaking, there was virtually only one thing on his mind he wanted to say. Something he knew would convey every emotion he’d been feeling for a while, the only appropriate response to everything his girlfriend had said. “I love you,” Joe said, with full confidence. Madelyn had still been standing on the staircase, but he made an effort to take a few steps closer to her. Funnily enough, with her standing on the steps, she was a few inches taller than him and Joe kind of liked it. Especially considering how vulnerable he felt in that moment. “I don’t care how soon it is… I love you,” Joe repeated again as the conversation he had over texts with Ja’Marr suddenly crossed his mind. His best friend and teammate was so convinced the couple felt that way about each other, but Joe didn’t believe him. And Mads will understand, trust me. She loves you more than anything. She might not say it, Joe, but she does. Just like I know you feel the same about her. And Joe couldn’t have been more pissed at him than he was in this moment. Because he was right. He was damn fucking right.

MADELYN: It took her by surprise, to see Joe cry. Madelyn didn't even think it was possible for him to do something like that. But to not only cry, but to be so plain about it? To not even hide it? He had to be feeling so deeply, so openly, in order to achieve this. Her earlier anger and irritation had nearly vanished, replaced only with warmth. Warmth, and the very love that they had been trying to deny. Because ultimately, there was no denying it. They always seemed to be one step ahead of where they thought they were. While messing around, what they were doing felt more like dating than two people seeing each other casually for sex. Once they made things official, it was like they had been together for ages. Things felt so natural. And ever since New Orleans...things felt different. They felt real, realer than they had. Every morning Madelyn woke up in bed beside him she couldn't help but think of the next one thousand mornings where she'd get to do the exact same, and it would make her heart swell. Even if she didn't think it was anything, it was everything. Her heart picked up speed when he stepped closer, and when he opened his mouth to say the words, Madelyn was worried she would start crying herself. Instead, she let out a short, relieved laugh as she leaned forward, wiping away the straying tears and pressing gentle kisses to each of his cheeks. She wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his shoulder as she grinned. "I love you," she said, just barely loud enough for him to hear. She leaned into him, using the height advantage (though there wasn't much) to wrap her legs around him without having to jump. "To the moon and the stars and fucking Saturn, baby. I love you to the ends of the universe." She lifted her head from his neck and kissed him, unable to keep the stupid grin off her face.

JOE: Joe sighed softly, feeling nothing short of relief when Madelyn said those three words back, followed by the brief kisses to his face to stop the tears from flowing. He didn't have any fears that she didn't feel the same way, but it was still such a relief to hear her say them back to him. He wrapped his muscular arms around her small frame when she locked her own arms around his neck and climbed onto him without needing to jump, holding her as tightly as possible. Joe grinned at Madelyn's choice of words right as she leaned in to kiss him and he didn't waste any time in kissing her right back, throwing every ounce of himself into it. It was crazy to think how, twenty-four hours ago, even just ten minutes ago, things were so vastly different. Joe was close to thinking he was losing her over a silly fight, and yet, he couldn't have been more wrong. Last night after the game, he couldn't have expected the fight would lead into such a life-changing moment for them, and he knew his girlfriend likely felt the same way. But maybe it was meant to happen this way. Their entire relationship dynamic had started out as a surprise when she texted him in the early month of August, not even knowing who they were to one another, but he couldn't have pictured that it would end up with them confessing their love for one another less than a month into their relationship. It was everything, she was everything, and even though Joe admitted he was terrified, he was more than ready to see where this journey would take them. Without breaking the kiss and making sure to hold onto Madelyn tight, he carried her off upstairs and into his bedroom where they made love for hours, until night fell and they both eventually fell asleep in Joe's arms.

#para: how'd we get here so damn fast #( i love my name inside your voice ; Joe. )#//we're weeping #it's fine #also no smut who are we

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