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edenmemes · 10 months

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asoiaf: clash of kings starters

❝ people often claim to hunger for truth, but seldom like the taste when it's served up. ❞ ❝ the brightest flame casts the darkest shadow. ❞ ❝ lawless men are everywhere in this dark time. men with cold steel and colder hearts. ❞ ❝ there's no shame in fear, my father told me, what matters is how we face it. ❞ ❝ he who hurries through life hurries to his grave. ❞ ❝ if half an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. a man is good or he is evil. ❞ ❝ some men are like swords, made for fighting. hang them up and they go to rust. ❞ ❝ sometimes i feel as though you are the best friend i have and sometimes i feel you are my worst enemy. ❞ ❝ i want to weep. i want to be comforted. i’m so tired of being strong. ❞ ❝ crowns do strange things to the heads beneath them. ❞ ❝ i see a deep sadness written upon your face. could it be the sadness of a lost dream? ❞ ❝ this is not you, not your way. you were always just, always hard yet never cruel. ❞ ❝ if you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look him in the face and hear his last words. ❞ ❝ how i have yearned for the sound of your sweet voice. ❞ ❝ i do not like being lied to. leave me out of your next deception. ❞ ❝ i will hurt you for this. i don't know how yet, but give me time. a day will come when you think yourself safe and happy, and suddenly your joy will turn to ashes in your mouth, and you'll know the debt is paid. ❞ ❝ there are no men like me. there’s only me. ❞ ❝ i will not claim to bear you any great love, no, but i cannot hate you either. ❞ ❝ the only way to keep your people loyal is to make certain they fear you more than they do the enemy. ❞ ❝ there is a sweet innocence about you. ❞ ❝ mercy. that’s a bloody trap. too much and they call you weak, too little and you’re monstrous. ❞ ❝ it is better to be seen as cruel than foolish. ❞ ❝ i’ve waited for you, oh, so many times. now you must wait for me. ❞ ❝ no one has ever died of restlessness, but rashness is another matter. ❞ ❝ i’m not a child, to be soothed with empty promises. ❞ ❝ only blood can wash out blood. ❞ ❝ don’t ever touch me, or i’ll kill you. ❞ ❝ we have leagues to go, and dangers to face. you will need your strength. ❞ ❝ i cannot sleep at night for thinking of your beauty. ❞ ❝ so many vows...they make you swear and swear. defend the king. obey the king. keep his secrets. do his bidding. your life for his. but obey your father. love your sister. protect the innocent. defend the weak. obey the laws. it’s too much. no matter what you do, you’re forsaking one vow or the other. ❞ ❝ somehow i have a feeling i am not going to like what you’re about to say. ❞ ❝ kings have no friends. only subjects and enemies. ❞ ❝ you must be still, you are grievously hurt. you will do yourself great injury. ❞ ❝ your heart is noble, but learn a lesson here. we cannot set the world to rights. ❞ ❝ i mean to be a king, and not of a broken kingdom. ❞ ❝ when i make threats, you’ll know it. ❞ ❝ do you want me dead? is that it? the truth now. ❞ ❝ this time i have to find my own way, and it is hard. so hard. ❞ ❝ i am afraid, but i must be brave. ❞ ❝ it grieves me that it must come to this. ❞ ❝ the kingdom bleeds, and no one lifts a sword to defend it. ❞ ❝ we shall see who is laughing when all of this is done. ❞ ❝ the unseen enemy is always the most fearsome. ❞ ❝ would you like one? you’ve never tasted anything so sweet, i promise you.❞ ❝ i knew a man once who told me i smiled at the wrong things. ❞ ❝ i would be glad to leave this city, if truth be told. ❞ ❝ there is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❞ ❝ men like that...too honest to live, too noble to shit. ❞ ❝ if truth be told, i’ve never liked you. ❞ ❝ song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. ❞ ❝ only a fool humbles himself when the world is so full of men eager to do that job for him. ❞ ❝ the storms come and go, the waves crash overhead, the big fish eat the little fish, and i keep on paddling. ❞ ❝ mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, stars fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. even gods die, we think. everything changes. ❞ ❝ i will not be mocked to my face, do you hear me? i will not! ❞ ❝ most sellswords would betray anyone for enough gold. ❞ ❝ tell me that none of this troubles you...and i’ll name you a liar. ❞ ❝ was there ever a war where only one side bled? ❞ ❝ great wrongs have been done you, but the past is dust. the future may yet be won. ❞ ❝ i am growing strangely fond of you. i may kill you yet, but i think i’d feel sad about it. ❞ ❝ ofttimes a very small man can cast a very large shadow. ❞ ❝ courage and folly are cousins, or so i’ve heard. ❞ ❝ a curious way of fighting. it looks suspiciously like hiding. ❞ ❝ whatever enemy waits out here will not find us so easy to deal with. ❞ ❝ love is poison. a sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same. ❞ ❝ schemes are like fruit, they require a certain ripening. ❞ ❝ i can smell the fear on you. ❞ ❝ when the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies, but the pack survives. ❞ ❝ no royal is ever late. those who arrive before them have come early, that’s all. ❞ ❝ power resides where men believe it resides. no more and no less. ❞ ❝ you would not force me to reveal all my little secrets, would you? ❞ ❝ sorcery is the sauce fools spoon over failure to hide the flavor of their own incompetence. ❞ ❝ there are ghosts everywhere. we carry them with us wherever we go. ❞ ❝ you stop feeling, you stop thinking, you stop being you, there is only the fight, the foe, this man and then the next and the next and the next. ❞ ❝ terrible times breed terrible things. ❞ ❝ i do not beg. of anyone. mind you remember that. ❞ ❝ betray me, and you’ll wish you hadn’t. ❞ ❝ i do not require your understanding. only your service. ❞ ❝ would that bones could talk. this fellow could tell us much. how he died. ❞ ❝ the wide world is full of people wanting help. would that some could find the courage to help themselves. ❞ ❝ a frightened man is a beaten man. ❞ ❝ the ones who look the most suspicious are likely innocent. it's the ones who look innocent i need to beware. ❞ ❝ it is peaceful here, but for how long? ❞ ❝ the man who kills his own blood is cursed forever in the sights of gods and men. ❞ ❝ a sweet dream. now put it aside, i beg you. it can never be. ❞ ❝ you’re as bad an omen as any raven. ❞ ❝ this is no game, so don’t play the child with me. ❞ ❝ my life is a poor thing, but it is yours. ❞ ❝ they will not love me, you say? when have they ever loved me? how can i lose something i have never owned? ❞ ❝ they're all afraid of me. no one will hurt you again, or i'd kill them. ❞ ❝ i had begun to fear for you. did you meet with trouble? ❞ ❝ i grow ever more admiring of you. ❞ ❝ i’d sooner hold a wine goblet than a battle-axe. ❞ ❝ a lord never lets sentiment get in the way of ambition. ❞ ❝ if you have something to say, say it. ❞ ❝ how can i do my duty if i do not know where it lies?❞ ❝ don’t look at me, not...not like this...not you. ❞ ❝ i’ve broken laws, but i’ve never felt evil until tonight. ❞ ❝ are you here to serve me? or to vex me with arguments? ❞ ❝ men do not love me. they follow me because they fear me. ❞ ❝ why would people run off and leave their homes and everything? what could scare them so much? ❞ ❝ fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ ❝ let us not get into the habit of names. names are dangerous. ❞ ❝ i do not relish being played for a fool. ❞ ❝ you have said nothing that requires forgiveness. ❞ ❝ perhaps you are wiser than i knew. ❞ ❝ a good act does not wash out the bad, nor a bad act the good. each should have its own reward. ❞ ❝ you set us a battle we cannot hope to win. ❞ ❝ learn to use your ears more and your mouth less. ❞ ❝ sleep a bit. when you wake, all this will seem a bad dream. ❞ ❝ why should men fight and die for you? ❞ ❝ fuck your questions. you’ll choke on them before you get any answers from me. ❞ ❝ i am certain of nothing in this fickle and treacherous world. ❞ ❝ a good lord comforts and protects the weak and helpless. ❞ ❝ is a secret still a secret if everyone knows it? ❞ ❝ look around you. they’re all liars here...and every one better than you. ❞ ❝ i have a role to play, and you must do the same. ❞ ❝ sadly, no victory is without cost. ❞ ❝ this is evil, unthinkable...please, listen to me. ❞ ❝ is that what troubles you, that some fool call you cowardly? ❞ ❝ you must forgive me if i have spoken to you harshly in the past. ❞ ❝ a sweet offer...yet sweets can be poisoned. ❞ ❝ how beautiful you look tonight. ❞ ❝ the day is won, and yet you do not smile. the living should smile, for the dead cannot. ❞ ❝ the time for talk is done. now we see who is stronger. ❞ ❝ i am no stranger to nightmares. ❞ ❝ so much villainy; it sings a sad song for our age. did honour die with our fathers? ❞ ❝ some men are born to be killed. ❞ ❝ come if you like, but if you can’t keep up, don’t think that i’ll nurse you along. ❞ ❝ i will kill him. i swear it. i swear it. ❞ ❝ this is madness, but sooner madness than defeat. defeat is death and shame. ❞ ❝ does it give you joy to scare people? ❞ ❝ when i require your counsel i shall ask for it. ❞ ❝ will you put away your blade? ❞ ❝ need an escort? the talk is, the streets are dangerous. ❞ ❝ it is ill to keep a lady waiting. ❞ ❝ kneeling won’t save you now. stand up. ❞ ❝ you’re very pleased with yourself, aren’t you? why? ❞ ❝ do you think i wish to be here? ❞ ❝ don’t you know how i have cared for you, lived for you, loved you despite all? ❞ ❝ see, there is nothing to fear. ❞ ❝ you have a cheerful way of grieving. ❞ ❝ a dream, that’s all it was. it meant nothing. ❞ ❝ a dog doesn’t need courage to chase off rats. ❞ ❝ the gods give with one hand and take with the other. ❞ ❝ only a man like you would be proud of such an act. ❞ ❝ i cannot answer for the gods. ❞ ❝ it’s swords i need, not blessings. ❞ ❝ you look very lovely today. ❞ ❝ they said you were dead. ❞ ❝ all sorts of people are calling themselves kings these days. ❞ ❝ you need me, whether you care to admit it or no. ❞ ❝ be quiet and kiss me. ❞

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captainpulisic · 1 year

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dont call me baby - m. mount

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by the time ben has the bright idea to call you, mason is absolutely wasted. music can be heard down the street and the house might explode with how many people are packed in.

mason can’t stop laughing at nothing in particular, the alcohol doing a number on him. he’s halfway pouring himself another shot before ben snatches it from him. ignoring the childish protest from his friend, he guides him outside for some much needed fresh air. “i think we’ve had enough, yeah?”

ben makes sure mason is settled on the curb of the sidewalk before dialing your number, begrudgingly taking the role of babysitter.

“uh y/n, are you busy?”

“not really, everything okay?” you have to hold the phone away from your ear, trying not to get ear damage from the loud music bleeding out in the background.

“no, yeah everything is good. i just think its best if you come get mase, he’s pretty shitfaced.”

over the receiver, you hear masons slurring, “who are you on the phone with? come sit with me!” you feel silly, just hearing his voice makes your heart skip a beat.

“its y/n”

“y/n? y/n! where is she?” you can hear the smile in his tone and it makes you weak in the knees. if only you could see how pathetically sweet he looks, eyes looking for you in every direction.

ben must have given mason the phone because his voice is suddenly clearer than ever. “y/n?”

“everything okay, love? having fun?”

“i think so, i said i wasn’t going to drink that much but kai kicked my ass in beer pong… twice.” he mumbles the last part, quietly. “are you almost here? i need you, i miss you.”

“i miss you too, sweet boy.” you swear you can’t love him anymore than you do right now. he always gets so soft and lovey when he’s drunk, it’s your favorite version of him. “want me to take you home?”

“what a scandalous proposition, at least buy me dinner before asking me to go home with you!” he laughs at his own joke for a solid minute.

“i’ll buy you all the dinners you want, okay? i’ll be there soon.”

you exchange ‘i love yous’ and mason hands the phone back to ben, having watched the whole conversation with amusement. and the amusement only grows when mason lets himself fall back onto the patch of sidewalk grass. he hears mason ramble about something along the lines of ‘she wants to take me home’.

“hurry, for his own good.”

when you finally do arrive, you find mason passed out on bens shoulder. quickly getting off the car, you approach them and kneel right in front of them. mason is still mumbling nonsense of ‘her’ and ‘home’, eyes glazed and sleepy. you boop his nose, affectionately. he looks extra beautiful with the streetlight illuminating his features. “hello there, handsome. let’s get out of here, yeah?”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the serious look mason gave you as his gaze landed on you. no smiles, no laughing. in an annoyed tone, “no thanks, please leave me alone.”

ben and you share a confused look. you force yourself to swallow the sadness that was creeping up in you. mason has never been so cold with you, always wanting to work out arguments instead of fighting. what could you have done to him in that fifteen minute drive to warrant such a cold attitude? you reach for his hand, “im sorry, mase? did i do something wrong?”

“i said to leave me alone.” he retracts his hand at lighting speed, making your heart feel worse than it ever has. he’s certainly never done that before. “my girlfriend is on her way and i don’t think she’ll appreciate you putting the moves on me.”

you raise an eyebrow, “mason, what are you on about?”

“just leave.”

you really didn’t understand what was going on. “baby, whats going on?”

“do not call me baby, only my girlfriend can do that.”

oh my, your mood does a complete 180 and now you really can’t contain your laugh. your poor boyfriend is drunker than you thought. Keeping the charade up, you reach to ruffle his hair “i’m so sorry, i had no idea you had a girlfriend.”

his reflexes are quick, trying to dodge your affectionate gestures. “you should be sorry. please- hey stop that, i know y/n will definitely get mad if she sees you playing with my hair. only she’s allowed to do that.” not even waiting for your response, he turns to ben. “is y/n almost here? i want her.”

this time, you and ben share an amused look. ben pats his back, “she just called, said she’s almost here.”

hearing that, masons stern glare is targeted at you again. he slurs, “now you really do have to leave. y/n might be nice but she will fight you if she sees you trying to get into my pants. leave before i tell her you tried calling me baby.”

without another word, you get up and walk behind your car, hidden from masons view. giving him a couple seconds to believe that this “other girl” left, you prepare to come out of your hiding spot. when you finally do reappear, you walk up to him again, hoping the ruse will work. acting as if this is the first time you’re seeing him tonight, you kneel down again and kiss his cheek. realizing that it’s really you this time, masons entire mood shifts. he tries and fails to get up, trying to grasp your hand. “y/n!”

“hey pretty boy!” ruffling his hair, this time he leans into it. “you’re okay?”

“yeah, just a little drunk and sleepy. i really want you to take me home, not sexually just literally.”

“thats what i’m here for, baby.”

as if the word triggers some memory he was trying hard to repress, mason lets out a gasp. “y/n! you’ll never believe what just happened.”

“hmm?”

“some girl tried touching my hair and she was calling me baby and getting too close to me. i told her i had a girlfriend but she wouldn’t listen. i was properly mad but i told her you’d fight her if she stuck around.”

“oh, yeah? was she pretty? did you like her?” you know you shouldn’t take advantage of him in this state but it was just too fun to tease drunk mason.

“no! i didn’t even look at her! i was just waiting for you to show up and trying my best to ignore her. i swear it!”

at this, ben snorted and helped you lift mason up. latching on to you, he sways you both around, promising he didn’t even pay attention to that other girl. you say your goodbyes to ben after making sure mason is properly in the car.

halfway on the drive, mason speaks up. “where were you tonight? you should’ve come along and protected me from scary girls.”

you laugh at this.

“whats so funny?”

“nothing. just thought of me following you around, making sure no other girl touches your pretty hair.”

soon enough, you’re back home and helping him stumble in through the front door. getting him up the stairs should earn you a gold medal, setting aside the fact that he only almost slipped twice. entering your shared bedroom, you gently sit him down on the bed and begin to undress him. he hums in content when he is left in only his boxers and an old shirt, quickly being tucked in the covers by you. even in his state, he wants to tell you how much he appreciates you, how you’re his whole world. “i love you, y/n.”

“i love you, sweet boy.” you give him a quick peck on his stubbled cheek, before changing out of your clothes and climbing into bed alongside him. immediately, he pulls you to him, nestling his face into the crook of your neck. this is heaven to you, feeling his warm touch all over you.

you kiss him one more time, “go to sleep, love. you had a long night.”

“but i’m not even tired!” he whines, stifling a yawn.

“yes you are, mase.” lifting your hand to his hair, you begin to play with it in hopes that it lulls him to sleep. “it’s okay, i’ll stay up for a bit if you need anything.”

mason doesn’t even hear the last part of your sentence, already lost in his dreams of you.

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smolvenger · 1 year

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Life Day Gift

Summary: When you were a kid, you became close friends with Din Djarin. But after you escaped the Seperatist attack on your village, your beloved Din is assumed dead. Now you're an adult working a Life Day shift, where a visiting Mandalorian arrives. You assume he's just like any other customer, minus some armor and a baby, but there's a surprise beneath that helmet...

Pairing: Din Djarin x fem! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Death, Din defends you from a creepy older boy and rude customer's at your restaurant job, swearing. Childhood Friends to Lovers. Some sassy banter. Fluff to Angst to Fluff again. Life Day. Eventual Happy Ending.

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THE PAST

You would never forget the boy. Your own home village was quaint, peaceful. The adults talked worriedly of the empire, but it didn’t matter to you. What did matter was that little boy, Din.

You met when an older boy was being far too creepy to you for your comfort when out of nowhere- WHOOOSH! - he was pelted by a rock.

“Hey! Leave her alone!”

Looking into the light from the street corner you were targeted on, he almost seemed to glow. He was small and skinny with dark eyes and dark hair. But despite his smallness, his courage made him stand like he was a giant.

“Or else what?” the older boy sneered.

His answer came in the form of another rock that pelted him so hard in the face that it knocked him down, nose bleeding. You ran away from him, clutching the hand of the little boy.

“Hurry! Let’s go!!!” You pleaded, and both of you ran off.

Hardly anyone believed you about the older boy. You were a child, and he was a teenager. The few who did confront him. The older boy cried and said he was sorry, and he was quickly forgiven In the eye of the adults. They patted his back and smiled and invited him to their Life Day dinners coming up next month.

Your own pain didn’t matter, but his feelings did. It hurt you so much you ran outside the house to cry.

“Hey…is that you again?”

You turned your head up to see the dark-haired little boy.

“Yes, it’s me…”

“What’s your name?” he asked you.

You gave your own, wiping snot and tears off your sleeve.

“And what’s your name?” you asked.

“I’m Din Djarin. You can call me Din.” He introduced.

“Din…teach me how to throw rocks like you do, can you? Please?”

And that was the beginning of a friendship. You were strangers at school but became thick as thieves. You swapped cookies together. He taught you how to throw rocks and even a bit about how boys would fight and throw punches. It made you feel safer and stronger as that older boy prowled the streets. But Din never left you alone. You scraped your knees, laughed, talked together, and visited each other’s houses. His mother would pour out blue milk to sip on. You would take him to your house and read him some of your favorite stories with you doing all the voices. And Din would go into your room to see your things.

“Trinkets?” He would gasp, looking at the shiny rocks and rings.

You nodded your head. “Mmhmm- let me show my collection!”

Your first Life Day together, Din gave you a special gift. From inside his pocket, he pulled out a string necklace with a beautiful stone on it. It was a golden pendant on a leathery string with a bright star in the center.

“Oh, Din! This is the best gift ever! I love it! Thank you!” you squealed.

And you gave him the biggest hug. He always gave the best hugs.

It all seemed so different later. The attack. The separatists. It seemed like one day; you both were running home from school to laugh about the teacher and snack on blue cookies from your mother.

And the next morning when you woke up there were blasts and screams right outside. Your parents rushed into your room.

“Y/N! Y/N! We must leave, please! Now!” your father insisted.

The pendant was around your neck as you hurriedly put on a coat and grabbed whatever you could. You clutched your pendant, your eyes looking worriedly as villagers fled for their lives around you.

“Where’s Din?! We must find him! We must take him with us!” you pleaded.

“No, Y/N! We don’t have time! There’s a ship we have in the back- they’re taking only the first few who arrive! We must run- NOW!” your mother begged.

You ran with them as you freed your hands to grab theirs. Hearing the screams, the stomping of Stormtrooper boots, and your own terrified heart ringing in your ears and keeping your eyes forward, though your peripheral was filled with the bodies of your friends and neighbors. But you kept running, forgetting the tiredness and the fire in your lungs for what of breath.

Your family hopped onto the ship and flew away to safety somewhere else. But your heart never stopped racing and you didn't stop shaking the whole trip.

Once you had landed on a new planet with a new life, you asked constantly for news about the Djarin family. About the boy.

And it arrived.

Your parents took your hands as you sat at your new table and looked you in the eye. Your mother had a communication device in her hand that she had just turned off. They were already frowning and starting to tear up.

“Y/N…The Djarin family was killed by the Separatists.” she told you.

“Including Din?” you asked.

“He was never found. But we know they burn bodies after. So…including Din…” your father answered.

You leaned into their arms, sobbing for your friend.

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CURRENT DAY

“Hey Y/N! If you have time to lean, you have time to clean!”

Ugh, to think I have to spend Life Day working you cursed, getting up from your thirty second break.

Working at a bar wasn’t glamorous, but it was stable and paid the bills. And if you worked on holidays, there was a bigger bonus and here you were. The fact it was a bar and a restaurant brought over even more customers which meant usually busy shifts.

It was a huge pain in the ass, but it was something. And you knew you had two bills due this week at least. Maybe it was better than another awkward holiday with your family.

You got out and grabbed a rag, cleaning up remnants of a spilled drink on the table. Ooof, you would need a new one.

Why can’t these customers ever learn to clean up after themselves? You thought this as you returned the rag to the kitchen. Didn’t they realize you were human too?

To be fair, you had alien and droid customers frequently so perhaps human wasn’t the right word. Hmm, maybe…being? Creature?

Once you pondered this, you heard a sound like a little coo and looked over.

Speaking of creatures, a tiny green creature was by your feet. He let out another innocent babble. He had big dark eyes and wide ears and was so small, he had to waddle and tug at the end of your pants to get attention.

“Why hello there!” you greeted.

He cooed in response, wiggling his ears.

“What’s your name? Do you have a seat? Want anything to eat or drink, buddy?!” you asked, bending down your knees to greet him.

“Hey! He’s mine!” a voice barked.

You looked up and your blood froze to see a fully armored Mandalorian approach you.

“Oh, I wasn’t doing anything,” you protested, hands on your hips.

The little one waddled to him and the Mandalorian scooped him up in his arms.

“I can’t let this guy get hurt,” he said.

“I wasn’t hurting him, I was just greeting him like I do anyone else,”

“Fine. Is there a table?”

“You’re lucky this one is just cleaned up.

“Aright, give us both some Rootleaf Stew with Polystarch bread. Plus save a slice of Blackberry pie- this little one likes dessert,”

“One thing at a time…I’ll get it!”

You left and re-arrived with the food in hand. In the back the band was blasting all the Life Day hits that you heard so much you wanted to scream.

But once you bent down and were serving the dishes, you felt the little green babies’ hands on you. You paused to see that your pendant had slid out of your shirt and the baby was playing with it. The Mandalorian froze. You glanced down. The baby pawed at your pendant like a cat, giggling.

“Oh, you like this, buddy?” you asked, showing him the necklace.

You investigated the helmet defiantly “is that against your own parenting code, hm? This is the way and all that and a cup of tea?”

The Mandalorian kept looking directly at you through his helmet.

“Where…where did you get that necklace?” he asked.

“Old friend, Life Day Gift,” you answered.

You wiped the stains from your hands onto the rag tied onto your belt.

“Who is your friend? What planet did they come from? What was their name?” the Mandalorian kept asking.

The little green baby kept digging into his food with a content babble.

“Look, it’s…it’s personal, alright? And he…he died. Killed in a Separatist attack with his parents, okay? How is that? I…it’s a lot…”

He nodded his helmet down.

“Oh…I’m sorry. I had no idea…” he then said.

He gave you a spare napkin to wipe the tears at the ducts of your eyes.

“Would…would you like your pies with cream or plain?” you asked per your practice.

“Cream,” he answered.

Once you arrived with the pies, the Mandalorian left a generous tip.

“When is your shift over?” he asked.

“In…in an hour and a half? Why do you ask? Why do you even care?” you said.

“I…I want to speak to you after, if that’s alright,” he answered.

Your blood was cold. Were you being hunted?!?! You hadn’t done anything! But then again, his voice didn't word it as a threat...

“Okay, you can…” you replied.

He stayed at the table. You took a deep breath and released it. After getting a brief sip of water, you continued your shift. Though noticeably, if a customer was being short to you, the Mandalorian would walk up.

“Hey. Show some respect. It’s Life Day, after all.” He would threaten.

The rude customer’s jaw would drop, their color draining, and then act with more manners. You bit back a large smile.

Finally, the shift ended. Once you turned in your apron, you met him outside. But then you felt a splatter of rain from outside.

“Ugh, Maker help me! What an ugly storm!” you complained.

“Come to my ship.” He offered.

The rain pattered on him, making a louder noise against his armor. He seemed rather unbothered by it.

“What?” you cried.

“It’ll be dry there.”

“Okay…that does sound better," you shrugged.

You followed his dark cape, the little pod for the baby floating by his side. Once you got into the ship, you shivered from the rain on you.

He opened a quadrant and pulled out a cloak.

“Here..it’ll make you feel better,” he offered.

You nodded and accepted it.

“Why are you doing all this? You’re just supposed to be a Bounty Hunter. Why me? Just Life Day Spirit in you?” you asked.

There was a pause.

“Is your name Y/N?” he asked.

Thunder shot through you.

“Didn’t I give you my name when I got your food?” you asked.

“You didn’t,” he said.

“How do you know my name?” you questioned, taking a bold step forward.

“You have that necklace that your friend gave you. Were you children then?” he asked.

“Yes,” you answered, feeling the floor give in beneath you.

“And he was killed?" he continued.

“By Separatists, yes.”

He folded his arms in front of him.

“What was his name?”

“Din Djarin. I’d just call him Din. And he was the sweetest boy…not that the Empire cared. They killed him one and the same.” You said, tears welling up.

There was another pause. Quietly, the Mandalorian reached his hands up to his helmet.

“What…what are you doing?” you asked.

He gripped the sides and slowly began to slip it off.

“What! Stop! Isn’t that breaking the code? What about you-“

Once it slipped off, you saw him. Not a boy, but a man. He had matured. There was a small mustache beneath his nose. But his eyes and dark hair and face were almost the same.

“What…what…no…are you…” you started to mutter, both hands flew to your mouth and the world around you spun with shock.

“Y/N. It’s me. Din…”

You caught onto the wall to keep from your dizziness overcoming you. You saw the green baby tilt his head to the side.

“You’re alive…how?” you gasped.

“My mother hid me somewhere. Then a Mandalorian saved met that day. Took me in like their own. Raised me to be one of them …” he answered.

You then looked up. You saw he was starting to tear up too. You ran up and wrapped him in a large hug. He hugged you back and you both began crying.

“Do you…do you have any tea?” you asked.

“Tea?”

“Whenever I see my parents, we drink tea…it’s a drink of reunion!” you said, with a little laugh.

He blinked and then smiled with a nod.

“Yes, I have some…”

He put a small kettle on with three cups enough in the back. The little green baby waddled around freely, excited for a cup.

“Who is that one?” you asked, bending down to pat the baby’s head.

“His name is Grogu,” Din explained.

Both of you cozied up with mugs of tea- added with cream for a bit of flavor. Slowly drinking, you both talked.

He told you what he could about the Madalorians. Memories growing up training. The few adventures he had. How he met Grogu and saved him from being a pawn for The Empire. The misadventures they had together. Your tea was long finished by the time he stopped.

“Well…all that’s exciting! And here there’s old me- what happened to me? I just work in a bar and restaurant now! And look at you- a true Mandalorian warrior!” you praised.

“That’s not true…” he said, looking into his cup.

“What…what do you mean?” you asked.

“Y/N…you learned how to fight. You survived an attack. Every day you get up and brave unpleasant people. Even back when, I thought…”

He blinked his eyes again, looking this way and that. Then he looked up at you.

“I thought you were a good person. A great person in fact,” he said.

“I think the same of you,” you replied.

Grogu waddled to a window and waved his arms, babbling.

“What is it, kid?” he asked, turning around.

Grogu pointed out the window and you followed his tiny finger to look out. It was night by now, but the lights were all on- decorations glowing and the lights on every building felt like the stars were down and decorated in the town.

“Oh, Din- look! The lights and decorations for Life Day! They’re beautiful!” you gasped.

He went up and looked out at it. All of you admired the beauty of it for a quiet minute.

Then you turned to the side.

“Din…can I…can I…” the breath left you.

He looked at you with soft eyes.

“Din, can I join you on your ship…you could use help with Grogu. You can teach me how to fight like you did as a kid. I can give my job a two weeks’ notice.”

“How come?” he asked.

“There’s so much of the galaxy I’ve never seen…that I’ve always wanted to see and…and…”

“And?” he asked.

“I just…I don’t want to be separated from you again,” you confessed.

He gave a small smile.

“I don’t want to be separated from you either…ever again,” he confirmed.

You took his hand and squeezed it.

“I can’t think of a better gift than that…Happy Life Day, Din.”

“Happy Life Day, Y/N.”

You gave him a kiss on the cheek, which he accepted. His smile didn't drop from it either.

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hello! how are you? I hope you have a good day! can you please do “you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding” with sirius but ends with fluff please? thank you sm!❣️

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Request: hello! how are you? I hope you have a good day! can you please do “you drew stars around my scars but now im bleeding” with sirius but ends with fluff please? thank you sm!❣️

Hi! I’m so sorry for the long wait, it took me forever to make it through my inbox to get to this request. Thank you for being patient. I went a little bit literal with this one, but I think it turned out alright. Cardigan is my absolute favorite Taylor song, and I literally have this lyric on my phone case in a design I had made. I haven’t written for Sirius in a little bit, but I very much enjoyed writing this. I hope you like it!

(Warnings: swearing, mentions of injuries and scars, mentions of sirius’s home life, insecurity, mentions of trauma and panic responses, let me know if i missed anything)

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Sirius had good days and bad days.

It hadn’t been that long since he had run away from home, and he was still learning how to cope. Although he had his friends by his side, adjusting to his day to day life and accepting what the future held for him was hard. Getting through the day without a hiccup was quite the feat for him.

He could go from smiling and laughing one minute, to shutting down completely and harshly snapping at someone in another.

Trauma isn’t pretty.

It never is, and it probably never would be, but it was something Sirius was learning to process and work through. Luckily, he had you by his side to help him. He knew he would never be alone as long as you were there.

Still, that didn’t stop him from trying to push you away when you got a little too close for comfort. Having someone that close meant that you knew him well. You knew every part of him, including the darkest parts, and that terrified him. It was his instinct to run when he felt you near. Like you were burying yourself under his skin, and there was nowhere left inside himself where he could escape to.

He fought that instinct every day.

You knew when to leave him alone. Over time, you had picked up on all his tells, and it was easy enough to tell when he needed some time to himself. Giving him the space to breathe was important, and you were happy enough to do so.

But you couldn’t let him be truly alone.

In the moments where he’d push you away, you’d just cling harder. If you didn’t cling, he would forever keep you at arm’s length, regardless of if he knew it was bad for him or not. He didn’t know how to do what was best for him, so he had to trust that you and his friends could do it for him until he learned how to do it for himself. And while he knew it was best to let you all do that for him, he’d still fight it sometimes.

Today was a bad day.

It had started alright. He’d even woken up with some pep in his step, his usual grin plastered on his face as he joined you in your first class of the day. He sat next to you with a smile, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“Hello, love.”

You smiled, raising a brow. “You’re unusually cheery today. Did you sleep well? I normally have to wait until at least noon to speak to you if I don’t want my head bitten off. What’s different?”

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, reaching for your hand under the table. “I’m just happy today.”

You smiled, squeezing his hand. “Good.”

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You weren’t sure what had happened.

You had gone to your next few classes, sitting in your last one while you waited for it to start. It was the one class you and all your friends had together, and you seemed to have gotten there first. Your table was empty as usual, with three vacant stools next to and across from you.

You were beginning to worry just as James walked through the doorway alone, a frown set on his face as he took a seat on the stool next to you.

You turned to him, confused. “James? Where are Remus and Sirius? Is everything alright?”

“No,” he said quietly, looking around to make sure no one was listening. “Something is wrong with Sirius. He showed up to Potions in a panic and wouldn’t tell anyone what happened. He bolted for the dorms the second class ended and wouldn’t stop for any of us. Remus followed him back, I came to tell you.”

Your eyes widened, and you felt a sense of dread wash over you. You quickly stood, haphazardly grabbing all your things. You carried them over to Lily, who was at a nearby table.

“Would you mind holding onto these for me? I’ve got to go.”

She nodded, sliding them closer to her. “Of course, love. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you rushed out, already pivoting on your heels to leave. “Thank you!”

You hurried out the door, James hot on your heels. You tried not to let your mind wander to the worst possibilities, choking down your fear as you approached Gryffindor tower. James took the lead then, guiding you up the stairs to his dorm. You found Remus at the top, banging on the door with his fist.

“The dickhead locked me out,” he huffed, banging on the door once more. “My wand is in there, I can’t unlock it. I think he blocked it with a chair anyways.”

“We could knock it down,” James suggested, already preparing himself to kick the door in.

“Or we could do the smart thing,” you countered, pulling your wand from your pocket. “Alohomora.”

If Sirius had barricaded the door, that was a problem for later. It didn’t matter whether he had or not unless you could actually open the door. You heard the door unlock, the click prompting you to wave your wand once more.

“Evanesco,” you mumbled, making the chair vanish from behind the door.

“Huh,” James said, more to himself than anyone else. “I didn’t think of that.”

His words would have made you chuckle if you weren’t already preoccupied. Your anxiety was stifling any other emotion you could have felt. You quickly pushed open the door, peering inside. You found Sirius in his bed, the curtains drawn.

He was shutting you out.

It was eerily quiet. You realized he had casted a Silencing Charm, preventing you from hearing anything. The room was dead silent, as if your hearing had completely disappeared. James and Remus stood on either side of you, exchanging nervous glances.

“Should we talk to him?” James asked.

Remus shrugged, shaking his head. “I don’t know. Maybe it’s better to let him cool off for a little while.”

You sighed in frustration, hesitating. After a minute of waiting, you couldn’t take it any longer. You marched towards his bed, trying to open the curtains. But as you tried to tug them open, they wouldn’t budge. Not even a little bit. You groaned, taking a step back.

“Sirius? Sirius, open the curtains,” you asked sternly, trying your best not to let your voice waver. “I know you can hear me. Please just open the curtains, don’t make me have to do it.”

You knew your tone was harsh. But it had to be. You had no idea what had happened, and none of you could help unless you knew what you were up against. He was already beginning to block you out, and you couldn’t let him.

You tugged on the curtains again, speaking softer. “Sirius, please.”

All of a sudden, you heard the sound of blankets being tossed and a muffled shuffle. It was like your ears had popped, as if you had been underwater the whole time you were in the room and you had just now reached the surface. There was a spell mumbled, and then Sirius’s head was peeking out from in between his curtains.

“Go away,” he spat, before sinking back behind the curtains. “I don’t want you here, I don’t need you.”

“Pads!” James quickly scolded.

“Oi! Watch your tone with her,” Remus snapped at the same time.

You ignored the twinge in your heart, pushing down the sting of his words. “It’s fine, guys. Just help me.”

Sirius heard your words, and you could hear another shuffle as he reached for the curtains. He tried once again to spell them, but James was quicker. James held onto one end, while Remus held onto the other. You stood at the foot of the bed in between them, silently scanning Sirius for any visible injuries or signs of distress as he gave you all a few colorful choice words. You let him get it out of his system before you spoke.

“We’re not going anywhere, love. Are you going to tell us what happened, or are we going to sit here? I’m happy to do either.”

When Sirius was defensive like this, one of you had to lead. It may not have been the kindest way you could have said it, but kindness isn’t what was going to get him to talk. First, you had to get through to him. Afterwards was when it was time to be kind. And he certainly wasn’t going to give you an easy time.

He was being childish. You couldn’t blame him, you knew it was just an involuntary response. But it was hard to work around it sometimes. It was one of his many reactions to being upset, and your second to least favorite—only ahead of finding him in tears.

James, ever the worrier, placed a hand on Sirius’s shoulder. “What’s going on, mate? Do I need to hit someone?”

“I’m perfectly capable of doing that myself, Potter,” he muttered, shrugging him off.

“Alright,” Remus said, stepping around the bed to grab onto James’s shoulder. “You let me know when you’re done being a git. We’ll be downstairs. Call if you need us.”

James gave you a concerned look, but he let Remus pull him away. You gave him a small reassuring smile, and he took that as enough reason to follow Remus out the door.

You sighed, turning back around. Sirius was looking up at you with dull eyes, a frown on his face. Slowly, you crawled up onto the edge of the bed. He watched as you sat, crossing your legs and folding your hands in your laps. You settled in, and it was becoming clear to him that you really weren’t going anywhere.

“Hey, sweet boy,” you murmured, trying a gentler approach. “You gonna talk to me?”

Sirius’s face softened as you spoke, but he didn’t move to speak. You reached for one of his hands, and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers.

“You were alright when I saw you this morning. What happened? James was quite worried when he told me.”

“I didn’t mean to worry him,” he said quietly, slipping a ring off one of his fingers to slip it on yours, beginning to twist it around.

You quickly nodded. “I know. He just doesn’t know what’s happening, love. He doesn’t know how to help you if you don’t tell him what’s wrong. None of us do. I think it upsets him more than it worries him. He doesn’t like seeing anyone sad, but especially not his best friend.”

Sirius didn’t say anything, only humming in response. You let him twist his ring around your finger a little longer, before you laid your free hand on his knee.

“If you don’t want to talk, we don’t have to talk. But I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here until I see that pretty smile. And if that’s tomorrow? Well it looks like I’m staying the night, then.”

He finally looked up, tugging your hand closer. “What’s this from?”

You looked down to see a little white scar at the base of one of your fingers, with lead stained underneath the skin. You nearly laughed at the memory.

“I got stabbed with a pencil.”

“What?” He asked, inspecting the scar. “Why is there gray?”

“It happened when I was a kid at school. Muggles don’t write with a quill and ink. Especially when you’re a kid, a pencil is easier to use because you can erase all your mistakes. I was playing with a friend, and they had their pencil in their hand. It slipped, and the point stabbed my finger. I tried to wash it out and clean it, but some of the lead stayed under my skin I guess. And when it healed, you could still see it. I actually forgot that it was there.”

“You never tried to heal it once you got here?” He asked, and you shook your head.

“It is healed,” you shrugged, placing your hand back in his. “But if you mean the mark, then no, I never tried to get rid of it. I don’t mind it. I hardly ever notice it, but when I do, it’s just a reminder of something silly that happened to me as a kid. It’s a good laugh.”

You pulled your legs out from under the covers, showing him the raised skin on your knee. “Remember when I did this one?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever met a person as clumsy as you,” Sirius mused, resting his hand on your knee. “You managed to trip not once but twice in the stands down at the Quidditch Pitch.”

You shoved his shoulder, feigning offense. “It was raining! And I seem to remember someone laughing quite hard.”

“I couldn’t help it, love. The first time looked like it hurt, but the second time was just funny. Don’t look at me like that, I took you to see Madam Pomfrey. You didn’t let her fix it?”

“I let her patch me up and give me a bandage,” you said, running your finger along the raised skin. “But I said no when she offered to try and make sure it didn’t scar. What, you don’t think it’s pretty?”

Your tone was playful, but Sirius seemed to take your words to heart. He shook his head, his face pensive.

“I think all of you is pretty. All of you, the scars too. I just thought they might bother you a little bit.”

You smiled, shaking your head.

“As silly and small as these two are, I don’t mind any of my scars. They’re all reminders that something happened to me, and I made it through. These little cuts and scrapes aren’t much of a memory worth retelling, but I’ll tell you the same thing again if I ever manage to hurt myself worse. There’s nothing to be ashamed of, no matter how big or small a scar is. They’re part of you, and I quite like the idea that they’re physical representations of a moment where you were strong. They’re unique to you and your life, and I think they add a lot of character.”

It was a long while before Sirius spoke, seeming to be lost in thought. He took your hand in his, flipping it over so he could see the scar on your finger again.

“I can’t believe I’ve never noticed it.”

“I don’t blame you,” you said, looking at the mark on your skin. “I forget about it myself unless something reminds me. I forget about most of them honestly, you know? Out of sight, out of mind and all that.”

He nodded, and you suddenly realized what may have been going on. When you walked in, Sirius wasn’t wearing his full uniform. He didn’t have his robes on, and his sleeves were rolled up. You figured he had just thrown them all off when he got back up to the dorms, but you were starting to think that may have not been the case.

You tried to gently coax out what you thought may have been troubling him. “What’s going on, love? Are scars on your mind? Did something happen?”

The way his face fell confirmed your suspicions. His vision began to cloud, tears stinging his eyes. He wouldn’t look at you, despite you gently asking him to. He was embarrassed, and you knew it. Eventually, you had to hook your finger under his chin, tilting his head up to make him look at you. You cupped his chin with one hand, running your thumb along his cheekbone with the other.

“Talk to me, darling. I’m here to listen,” you spoke, wiping away any stray tears that fell.

Sirius sighed in frustration, holding his arm out for you to look at. You gently took hold of him by the wrist, carefully looking him over. You were pretty sure what he was referring to now, but you stayed quiet. It was better to let him tell you on his own.

“Evans saw the scar from the curse Mother used on me the night I left,” he mumbled after taking a breath.

You winced, but didn’t overstep as you coaxed him to continue. “How? What happened?”

“It was hot in DADA, so I rolled my sleeves up. I wasn’t thinking about it, I just did it. She noticed it and apparently knew what it was from. I guess she figured it out from the look of it. I had almost forgotten it was there until she pointed it out.”

You frowned. Sometimes, Lily was too smart for her own good. Of course she would know what it was, everyone had studied curses similar to the one used on Sirius all year in preparation for exams. She took these lessons quite seriously in case she’d ever have to put them into practice.

Some spells leave a distinct mark, even if they’re healed soon after they’re inflicted. In all the chaos, it took Sirius quite a while to get it looked at, so it was sure to scar. There were things he could do to lessen its intensity, or he could use a Glamour charm to mask it, but it would always be there.

A parting gift from his Mother.

“What did Lily say? She wasn’t rude about it, was she?”

“No, it wasn’t anything like that,” he murmured, watching as you ran your thumb over the scar. “She was just curious how I got it. I froze up like an idiot when I looked at it, and couldn’t focus for the rest of class. I went to Potions, but I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. I panicked, and bolted for the dorms the second we were let out.”

Your heart broke as he spoke.

It wasn’t often Sirius talked about the night he left home. He hardly let himself think about it, let alone tell anyone about it. He always found it easier to block out those types of memories instead of confronting them, but this time his memories decided to confront him. And he had no choice but to sit with them. Your face fell as you imagined him sitting in class, panicked and working himself up as he remembered the worst night of his life.

Unlike most of your scars, his had a much heavier weight to them. He had a much harder time accepting them than you did with yours. He didn’t want them to be a part of him.

You felt him reach for your hand again, turning it over to look at the scar on your finger.

“You said your scars are a part of you, and a reminder of how strong you were,” he said, squeezing your hand. “Well, I wasn’t strong. If I was, I wouldn’t have gotten mine. They may be a part of me, but I don’t want to remember them. They don’t have any good memories attached to them, or any stories I want to tell.”

He may as well have slapped you in the face. It would have hurt less than the burn in your chest as you listened to him degrade himself, knowing there was little you could say that would make him feel better. He had the idea that he wasn’t strong ingrained in his mind, and it would take more than just this one conversation to make him understand just how strong he was.

He was one of the strongest people you had ever met. Brave enough to stand up to his family, and even braver to get himself out of it. He was so young, and he had already lived through so much. He woke up and managed to drag himself out of bed every day, and he did it with a smile on his face—once he was fully woken up and no longer grumpy, at least. That took more strength and courage than you’d ever have.

But he didn’t see himself as strong. He didn’t see his scars as a reminder of how strong he was. You’d just have to show him until he figured it out for himself.

“Well, we can change that,” you said, hopping off his bed to rummage through his trunk.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking over the side of the bed as he watched you.

You pulled a bottle of black nail polish out of his things, smiling in victory as you showed him. You crawled back into bed, setting the bottle in your lap. You silently held your hand out for his arm, and he reluctantly placed it in your grip. You opened the bottle with your free hand, dipping the brush into the polish.

You traced the scar, stopping at every curve to place a big dot of polish. “I know you didn’t take Astronomy, so bear with me for a minute. See all the points? It’s shaped like the constellation Hercules. He was known for his strength and resilience. He was cursed by the goddess Hera to a life of misery and constant trials, and he did some bad things while under her control. But when he realized he had done wrong, he asked the Oracle what he could do to atone for his sins. He spent the rest of his mortal days trying to make up for what he did through a series of terrifying tasks, and he eventually paid for his sins with his life. After his death, he became immortal, and he joined the rest of the gods on Mount Olympus. Zeus placed him in the night sky with stars to represent each of his victories, and now Hercules is remembered as a hero. His strength and determination is what defines him, not his past. His stars shine bright, just like he did in life.”

After you dotted along each major point of his scar, you carefully connected the dots with a thin line of polish. Sirius watched you with soft eyes as your face twisted in concentration, your brows furrowed as you worked. When you finished, you casted a drying spell, carefully touching the edge of the polish afterwards to make sure it was completely dry.

“There,” you smiled, closing the bottle and setting it down. “Now you’ve got a story to tell if anyone asks. I think it would look really cool as a tattoo. I just might have to see if I can hurt myself so I can have my own constellation.”

Sirius mustered a laugh, making you grin as you looked up to see him giving you a watery smile. You were kidding of course, but the sentiment still made his eyes well with tears. Before you could speak, he had already hooked an arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him.

“Don’t hurt yourself, silly girl. We can get you any tattoo you want without actually scarring you.”

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his waist. “What’s the point, then? Where’s the fun in that?”

Your smile widened as he continued to chuckle, and you pulled away to cup his cheeks in your palms. You held him steady, tucking stray hairs behind his ears.

“There’s that pretty smile.”

His cheeks flushed as you spoke, and you felt your heart swell. It’s criminal, really—how pretty he is. Just looking at him made you want to burst into tears sometimes.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you,” he said suddenly, his hands resting on your knees. “I didn’t mean it.”

You had nearly forgotten about how he had snapped at you. The twinge in your chest from his words was long gone, replaced by the warm comfort of knowing he was alright and voluntarily opening up to you.

You just shook your head, waving it off. “I know you didn’t, my love. If I took everything you said when you were grumpy to heart, I’d be a lot worse off.”

Sirius gave you a sheepish smile. “Still. You didn’t deserve that, I shouldn’t have said that.”

“No, I didn’t. And you were being a git. But I’ve already forgiven you for it, so don’t beat yourself up about it. I’m sure James and Remus will do the same. Speaking of which, we should probably go tell them you’re alright. We can show off your pretty little design, too. James will be jealous.”

“We can figure out one for him. He’s got plenty of scars from falling off his broom, the clumsy bloke. He’s nearly as clumsy as you are,” Sirius teased, dodging your attacks when you picked up his pillow to smack him with.

“Be nice!” You scolded, continuing your attack. “I haven’t even gotten onto you for stealing my nail polish yet.”

Sirius finally raised his hands in surrender, taking a breath as he snatched his pillow back. “Alright! You’ve made your point, darling. Quit it, you’ll chip the polish.”

You gasped dramatically, raising your hands in surrender as well. “Well, we can’t let that happen, can we?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t help but smile. Your expression mirrored his, and you leaned back, resting against one of the posts of his bed.

“What were you so cheery for this morning anyway? I’ve been wondering all day,” you asked, watching his cheeks flush once more.

“Oh, uh…I had a nice dream is all.”

“Yeah?” You asked, raising a brow. “What about?”

He gave you another sheepish smile. “You.”

You cracked a grin, stifling a chuckle. You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest, a warm feeling spreading across your chest.

“You’re such a sap, Black,” you teased, but you were smiling all the same.

“Says the girl reciting Greek myths to me. Kettle,” he said pointing to himself, before turning his finger towards you. “Pot.”

“Shut up, or I’m grabbing the pillow again.”

—

A/N - Hi! I’m so sorry again for the long wait, I really appreciate you being patient. I wasn’t too sure what to write, hopefully this is what you were looking for. I hope you liked it! Let me know :)

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𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 | 𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐭 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟑)

Synopsis: You are a French girl that had the opportunity to teach in Manchester, and you had been lucky enough to be granted a bed at the Bennett’s place. As Europe is on the brink of war, you start to worry for your family back at home, and you are surprisingly consoled by the one man of the house you would never have thought capable of landing you an ear. It’s not that you like Tom, is it?

Previous Part - Masterlist

Warnings: Angst, smut, swearing, minor talk of death Thank you @enchantingcupcakecollectionfan !

“Can you not shut up that fucking bird, Manc’?!”

Tom turned at the voice, giving the man his biggest grin as he sat on his bunk, his new acquisition on his lap.

“What, you can sleep through shell dropping but you can’t bear to hear a bird? That’s rich, mate.”

James gave him a cold stare and went back to his nap, ignoring his taunt as best as he could, knowing Tom as the troublemaker.

“What are you going to do with this anyway, Tom?” Norman asked, looking at the yellow canary in the cage, the question making Tom smile.

“Make money of course, for you and me. Why don’t have fun while on chase with a German ship that we can’t find?”

Norman looked suspicious. “You’re gonna sell it?”

“Of course not, Norman,” Tom rolled his eyes. “I’m gonna make the lads put bets on it. We’re all gonna profit from that little Vera of ours.”

And profit he did. And then hell broke loose.

One minute he was fighting Henry and refusing to shake Vic’s hand, and the next he was thrust against the wall and knocked unconscious by the force of the blast the Exeter had suffered.

When he woke up, it was dark, smoke surrounding him, Henry had lost his arm, and Vic was dead.

“Don’t you move, you bastard,” said Tom, crouching near the ginger.

Henry was a grunting mess, his arm bleeding out.

But Tom took care of it until they got him out of the loading room and up on the deck, where Tom realised how lucky he was. Smoke was making his head dizzy and soot stuck to his skin, but at least he was breathing, as was Vera. He had felt his way to her in the smoke, finding an egg in her cage, and money from the bets still in his pockets. It had make him cry, the beauty of it, among the horrors.

During the ceremony he had prayed, uttering the few words he knew in order to pay his respect, and he had realised how much his dad had been right. All of these men were dead, and they didn’t even know why.

On their journey home, their mission accomplished, Tom had ventured to the infirmary below deck, grabbing the occasional smoke the lads were allowed to have. Near the porthole laid Henry, arm tightly bandaged and looking at the waves outside.

When Tom approached him and laid the bag of money on his bed, pouting. “I know it won’t go far… But you need it more than me, so…” he said, looking everywhere but at the ginger.

There was a heavy silence before the latter spoke. “Thank you for seeing me right, after what happened.”

Tom had always been uncomfortable with thanks, so he brushed it off before he continued. “Graf Spee sunk.”

“What, did we hit her?”

“Nah. Captain scuttled his own ship so we couldn't take her,” Tom explained, “Shot himself. You know I don’t know if that counts as one for us, with being an own goal and that, but-”

“Oh God, shut your noise would you?” Henry cut him, an exasperated expression appearing on his face. It made Tom scoff, but his cocky smile soon disappeared afterwards.

“Don’t tell anybody I’ve done this…”

Henry searched his face for a while, surprised. Half of the men that had bet on Vera were dead now. “Yeah, well, I’ve heard they’ve been giving you grief about keeping the money.”

“Yeah, well, I ain’t doing this for the lads, I’m doing this for Vic,” Tom replied softly, his heart clenching at the thought of his fallen shipmate. “And this is the sort of soppy thing one of my friends would have done. Wouldn’t want to disappoint her.”

Henry raised his eyes to him, Tom’s side and unconcealed smile not going unnoticed. “She sounds like a good lass. Special friend of yours?”

Tom only lowered his eyes with a smile on his lips, staying silent. It was answer enough.

“Well, if she puts up with a guy such as you, Bennett, she must be something.”

“Yeah… She is,” answered Tom, trying to not think too hard about you back in Manchester, the one that accompanied his thoughts since he had gotten on this cursed ship. Tom’s gaze reported back on the bag of pounds. “That doesn’t make us mates,” he concluded.

Henry shook his head, both of the men losing their sheepish smiles. “No,” he agreed. “Thanks for the money.”

Tom’s mischievous gaze came back. “And maybe you could put it toward a hook.”

Henry repressed a bitter smile and Tom left, feeling a little bit lighter.

It was just you and Douglas in the house now.

Lois had joined ENSA for the time being, and Tom was… away at sea, the wireless the only tool giving you news about the HMS Exeter, the cruiser you knew Tom was on.

The fact that you had stayed around was a good thing, allowing you to take care of Douglas, since Lois had been the one doing most of the chores since their mother had died and giving him a hand. Additionally, it allowed both of you to escape solitude, keeping each other’s company in your shared anguish.

This is why you felt guilty when you announced that you had found a flat that you could rent, your pay being stable enough to finally have a place of your own. You considered that you had taken advantage of the Bennett's hospitality long enough, and even though it saddened you a bit, you could at last give them the space they needed as a family.

Only, out of the three only one remained in that family home and despite your announcement, you chose to delay your departure. He was putting up a brave face but deep down you knew he was as worried as you, maybe even more. Each morning, he was looking for any scrap of information he could find in the papers about the Royal Navy's achievements or failures, his fingers quivering over the table in anguish.

You would divert your gaze, waiting with dread for the day he would find that something had happened, the blue of his eyes reminding you so much of his son’s that you could not bring yourself to look at them for too long.

Once you had come home to find the radio smashed on the floor, and shortly after you learned that the Exeter had been hit. The only thing that had prevented your nerves from cracking at that very moment was the expression on Douglas’s face as you prepared dinner, his inner panic written all over his features. You ate in silence that evening, unable to bring up the subject, only keeping each other’s company.

The day after Tom’s departure to Liverpool, you had tried to convince yourself that you had done the right thing in making him understand that you could not dive into what that moment shared between you meant, that wonderful kiss. He had seemed to understand back then, stepping away with that stern look of his and comforting you in the idea that it was only a whim flirty and nonchalant Tom had, a way for him to say goodbye.

If you had been honest with yourself, you would have acknowledged that the hollowed feeling in your chest had not been due only to the guilt of treating him that way, but something else entirely. Because as months passed, you came to realise that what you felt was regret and the hope that perhaps, just perhaps, it had not been only a whim. You missed his smile, his presence, his scent and thinking about him being hurt made your heart sink in your chest often. You had no idea if he felt the same. Much could change in six months. Nothing in your life in Manchester was the same without him.

You were a fool to believe that your feelings for him would pass over time and that you would be hurting less, but war was raging all around and you had Lois as well as your family to worry about, both far away.

You had received the long-awaited letter from them, your father writing to you that they were fine but that they had been advised to get as far as the Maginot Line as possible, the French dreading a German attack at any moment. Your family would go west but you did not know exactly where, and your father had specially instructed you not to come back, that you were better in England.

He was right, of course, but it didn’t prevent you from wanting to go to them at once.

So weeks passed and you finally made up your mind to move away from the Bennetts, and to busy yourself into work. But it didn’t last.

“You’re alright, dad?” Tom said, raising Vera’s cage as his father approached with his bike. “Bought you a canary.”

Tom was finally back in Manchester, having ditched Devonport where the Exeter had finally docked and bought a ticket home. Douglas was happy to see his son again and his smile had only faltered when Tom announced his desire to desert. Ensued an argument in which Douglas tried to explain that he would not be able to help him, and that he would have to go back, regardless of his newly found beliefs. Tom had once again felt let down and unsupported, hurt even. He did not understand why his own father would not help him.

“Maybe he thinks you aren’t a very good shot,” joked Lois with a cup of hot cocoa between her hands as they prepared for bed, Tom having found the use of his own bed again with you gone.

“Haha,” Tom fakely laughed, laying over the covers with a cigarette in hand. “Is that one of your ENSA jokes?”

Lois was trying to comfort her brother as best she could, seeing how much Tom was sad about their father’s obtuseness and incomprehension. If she had a say in it, she would make Tom stay, she had seen how it was like, out there. She needed her brother too.

“So, when did Y/N move out?” Tom asked, the room feeling empty without your stuff filling it.

Lois sipped her beverage before answering. “A couple of months ago. You haven’t seen her?”

“Nah,” Tom replied, taking a puff out of his cigarette as if it didn’t bother him. “I wouldn’t know where to find her anyway.”

“She is not far,” Lois shrugged. “She got closer to that Adam bloke’s place…”

“What bloke?” asked Tom, his eyes fully on his sister now.

“A guy she is seeing. I wasn’t around when she moved out so I don’t know much but yeah, she had him help her move.”

Tom tried to let nothing appear as he felt his heart race in his chest, a bitter taste in his mouth. “Glad to see she is settling in Manchester fine on her own, then,” he said flatly, crushing his fag on the ashtray a little too violently before turning around and bringing the covers over him.

“She comes to visit us sometimes, asks about you often. She’ll be thrilled that you’re home, can’t wait to see her face when she sees you.”

“Yeah… can’t wait.”

Lois stared at his back facing her and took the hint, supposing that Tom wanted to end the conversation and go to sleep. She frowned at his sudden silence but she knew her brother cared more for you than he let on and chose to not dwell on it. But in Tom’s mind it was all angst and feeling of abandon again, even if his heart had swelled a little at the mention of you asking about him often.

He might not be able to wait until another one of your visits to his family.

You hardly heard the knock on the door over the kettle’s noise filling your flat. You had been alone in it for two days in a row, concentrating on your task. You didn’t expect any visitors.

When you opened the door to find Tom standing there, your jaw dropped and your heart stopped for a bit.

He let a moment pass in which he only observed your eyes roaming his form in disbelief. “It's not polite to stare, you know.”

You found your senses again at his voice, and joy filled you. “Tom!”

You hesitated for the briefest of time but could not resist rushing into his arms, relief flowing through you as he hugged you back, his scent overwhelming your senses at once. In his arms, feeling him again, you felt the tension you both left with come back slowly.

“Can I come in?” he asked with his usual playful tone as you pulled back to look at him.

“Sure, of course,” you replied, stepping aside to let him in and softly closed the door behind him.

“It’s cosy,” he remarked, looking around. “At least you’re closer to the school, eh?”

You barely nodded to acknowledge the fact that you had heard him, rather walking to face him with blinking eyes. He had come back, and you were definitely unprepared for the many feelings going through you right now. “When did you come back?”

“Five days ago. I’m sorry, I know it’s early but Lois told me you’ve moved out and I needed to be away from the house for a while. So I figure I could come over.”

You had no idea what to do, just content that he was there, and the many words you had wanted to say for months were simply not coming out of your mouth. He was anxiously looking around the room again, as if looking for something. You remembered the kettle. “Um, do you want a cup of tea?”

His blue eyes snapped back up at you and he nodded. You rushed over the sink to prepare the beverage, feeling Tom’s gaze at the back of your neck. When you came back to him, he was already seated on the couch, glancing at the letter on the table. You put the hot cups next to it.

“Is it from your folks?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at the paper.

“Yes. The only one I got from them in months,” you stated, the torn edges of the letter indicating how many times you had read it over and over again.

“What are they saying?”

You wanted to talk about anything else but this. “They’re fine. They left our home, gone to the West. My father won’t tell me where.” He is afraid I'll come, you wanted to say.

Tom was about to answer but you cut him, eager to change the subject. You were already observing him, looking for any signs of his trials on his skin.

“Are you okay? I heard the Exeter was…”

“I got lucky. I got out of there with a bloody headache and a sore back. T'was much worse for the other lads.”

“I’m sorry…” you said, watching how Tom’s eyes had become darker, filled with bad memories. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Yeah, me and Vera are two lucky birds, literally.”

You frowned. “Vera?”

“A canary. I would have brought her to you but I think dad had taken a liking to her,” he joked, and his smile had an effect on you that you didn't expect. It was the first time you saw his smile in months outside of your dreams, and you were glad to see that despite what he had been through, it didn’t change this side of him, his smug attitude, his light. The side that made your heart flutter.

You chuckle a bit, imagining Douglas playing with a bird, but you were soon lost in the study of his features, as if trying to imprint them properly into your mind this time.

He was staring back at you like he was doing the same, and you grew uneasy under his gaze. He had not touched his cup of tea, and was no longer smiling, and you realised that neither of you had talked for a solid minute.

You cleared your throat. “So um… Are you going back?” you asked, clutching onto your hot mug to keep your fingers from nervously drumming the ceramic, its warmth mirroring the temperature of your cheeks.

Tom looked away in exasperation, a glare of disappointment in his eyes, “I just might. But I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back, I’m done.”

“You’re deserting?”

He didn’t answer, rather picking up a cigarette from his pocket and lightening up between his lips. He took a moment to draw the first puff before biting his lips and rubbing his eyes. He looked tired.

“Good,” you continued, watching the muscle of his hands tense. “I don’t want you to go back either.”

His gaze shot up at you as you grabbed your cup to take another sip. His eyes softened for a moment. “Well it’s apparently not that simple, me dad won’t even help me with his pacifist group. He won’t help his own son.”

“Tom, I was with him when you and Lois were gone. I saw how he was. He doesn’t want you to go back, believe me,” you stated, thinking back at the smashed radio in the kitchen.

“Then he isn’t showing it.”

He angrily took a puff out of his cigarette, and you almost reached for his hand resting on his lap to make him understand that you told the truth, but you stopped yourself. You had no idea where you and Tom were at.

“Tom, I think we need to... talk,” you said shakily, glancing at him through your eyelashes, the decision you took two days ago looming over your head and dreading the moment you would share it with Tom.

“Don’t bother Y/N,” he said, taking his last puff of smoke. “I know, and it’s fine, I understand.”

You didn’t. “What are you talking about?”

“I know you’re seeing someone. Lois told me.”

He put up a brave face but you could see the bitterness behind his eyes, and how he bit the inside of his mouth in hidden irritation..

“Oh… you mean Adam? It wasn’t… I mean,” you stammered, trying to find your words, “We went out a couple of times but that’s it. I don’t even know why I talked to Lois about it, it was months ago.”

You saw how his expression shifted and how his eyes widened a little. Maybe it hasn’t been a whim at all.

“Really?” he said, his blue eyes suddenly brighter. “So you’re not seeing anyone?”

You bit your lips, you could feel your cheek burn under his inquisitive gaze. “No I don’t, but Tom I-”

“No wait. Let me talk first,” he interrupted, and you closed your mouth, bracing yourself for his next words.

“I know I appear as an insensitive bloke sometimes, that I don’t really care and that I will always go for trouble, because it is what I do. But I care, and… when that bloody boat I was on got hit, when the lads were lying dead, I just…”

He visibly swallowed and you waited expectantly. You were sure his shoulders were broader, and you cursed yourself to notice that in that particular moment.

“I just thought that kissing you has been the best decision I’ve made in a long time,” he blurted out and you felt your heart beat faster. “I wasn’t even sure I would make it, but during that moment, all that I could think about was that if I died, I would have tried at least. With you I mean. I know you don’t feel the same but what I’m trying to say is-”

The end of his sentence was stopped by your mouth on his, words dying on his tongue as you took hold of his shoulders tightly and felt his fingers timidly tangle in your hair. It was long and sweet, and everything you could ask for.

When you pulled apart, breath shortened, he still had his eyes closed when he whispered after a beat, enjoying his fingers tracing down the back of your neck. “Y/N… Can you do that again?”

You looked down at his lips as he slightly opened his eyes. “I…” you stammered, very tempted, but you weren’t processing anything other than his touch on your skin, how you longed for more but did not want to cross that bridge. But it seems that your common sense was not in charge any more.

“Christ, you look beautiful,” Tom said, looking at your flushed cheeks and reddened lips, searching for your words and he kissed you again, unable to wait a moment longer.

You melted in his embrace as he now cupped your jaw and kissed you fervently, his tongue doing God’s work. It was exhilarating, and you soon felt your whole body tense up.

“Y/N…” he called again, his husky voice vibrating against your cheek as he traced his thumb over your chin.

“Yes?” you whispered back.

“I’ve been on a boat filled with only men for the last six months, stuck with my thoughts, miles away from you, and now you somehow managed to straddle me in the last ten seconds,” he pointed out, and you instantly realised that you had climbed on him during your kiss, making you hyper aware if your two bodies flushed against each other. You felt his hands trail down to your waist. “I have very little restraint and it feels like you're testing me right now.”

When his hands settled on your hips, it made you sink ever more unto him and you briefly felt his growing hardness between your legs, making you gasp. He on the other hand, groaned.

“I didn’t know you had any restraint at all,” you teased, trying to control your own arousal that was dangerously spiralling, still not sure if you should cross that line with him.

“I can’t believe you're saying that while you're on my lap,” he groaned, his nose brushing your skin as he talked inside of your neck while you tried your hardest not to move. But the way he made your chest heave did not help and he felt it, how much you were already mellow for him.

“Tom, we should…” you breathed out but he began tracing his tongue on your neck slowly, making you hold on to his shoulders more strongly and you could now clearly feel him below you, meeting your own heat. You closed your eyes in pleasure.

“Y/N, please I need you,” he pleaded, mouth grazing just over your collarbone before looking up at you. The way his pretty eyes glowed had your last semblance of resistance snap.

“Me too.”

And you kissed him again, sinking down on him completely and making both of you groan in pleasure, what you had meant to tell him flying out of the window. He was hard already and you found yourself completely at his mercy, the way he was touching you making your whole body tense and your insides throb. He tasted so good.

Then he bucked his hips up slightly and you could not repress a moan, making him swallow it with hunger.

“Did you think of me as much as I thought of you?” he spoke, pulling you closer so that he could feel your wetness against him. "You certainly feel like it...”

You repressed the need to answer him that yes, you had dreamt of him this way, guilt looming over you all of these months for rejecting him the day before he left and not having said proper goodbyes drowning among the many thoughts of his tongue on your skin.

“Tom, the bed…” you breathed as his hands languidly roamed to your chest and his mouth nibbled your jaw.

“I don’t think I can wait that long, love.”

He toppled you over, setting you down on the couch below him as he took his shirt off in one swift movement before sinking down back to you. You sighed when you felt him part your legs so he could rest between them, his hand travelling from your thigh to your waist and then to your blouse where he eagerly unbuttoned it.

It gave you the opportunity to look at him, truly look at him. He was more muscular than when he left, and you could see remnants of light burns on his side. The way he moved over you and how his pale skin glowed in the light was enticing.

“Nothing under there... Interesting.” he noticed with a smirk as he uncovered your breasts, pulling you out of your reveries.

“I didn’t have time to properly dress,” you blushed.

It made him smirk more. “Lucky me.”

The coldness of your bare skin quickly faltered under his warm touch, and you clutched onto his shoulders and neck to meet his lips again, wrapping your legs around his hips in the process.

“Tell me you’re not going to work today,” he panted as he forced himself to pull away from your lips.

“No…” you replied, a brief anguish taking hold of you, but it was replaced by a heated feeling when he thrust his hips a little further to your form.

“Good. I’m not letting you go this time.”

As his mouth lashed on yours, you managed to straighten up on the couch a little so that you could finally get completely rid of your layers. Tom pulled away slightly as you did the same with lust in his eyes as he observed you, barely keeping his hands to himself. When you were entirely bare before him, he sunk into you again to kiss you, not wasting a second, and you felt his fingers dangerously lower to the spot between your thighs, coming to play with your embarrassing wetness.

“I thought you could not wait,” you moaned under him biting your lips to prevent another gasp from escaping your mouth, inches away from his as you shamefully longed for the bulge in his pants.

“You want me to stop, chérie?” he asked, tongue playful as he stroked a particularly sensitive spot on you, making you arch your back, the nickname he gave you not helping the heat in your belly.

“… No!” you managed, holding him for dear life. “It’s just, you don’t have to…”

“I want to, Y/N. Hell, I want to do so many things to you.”

His tongue traced your skin again but he stopped to look at you, finding you exquisite as you panted under him, desperately trying to control yourself. But it was no use, his thumb was now the only digit over your bud as he now slid two others inside you, turning your whole body aflame. His gaze was intense on your face, observing each of your reactions to his touch as he searched for that sweet spot inside of you, the one that would make you scream his name and if he kept on, you would come undone here and now. As your breath hitched in your throat, his thrusts became slower, leaving you aching for more.

“Tom, Tom I-” you didn’t know it would be that difficult to talk, you were a mess and the way his free hand was caressing the side of your face as he trailed wet kisses on your neck was torture. “I need more.”

He hummed in satisfaction and you felt his hands between your legs stop, rather stroking the inside of your thigh. You let out a shaky sigh at the loss of his touch. “Oh, do you now?” he murmured over your collarbone before meeting your eyes again. “Care to repeat my name, love?”

“Tom, quit the cocky attitude and just-” you said, voice firmer than you thought it would be and gaze burning.

He did not lose his sly smile, his pupils so dilated with lust it almost hid the blue of his eyes. “Just what? Say it. With your words.”

You let out a muffled moan of desperation as you lower your hands onto his abdomen, feeling his muscle tense under your fingers, inches away from where you really wanted them to be.

“Take me Tom, please...” you manage, looking straight into his eyes and lowering your hands.

He instantly lets out a deep groan, music to your ears. “Fuck, you have no idea how often I dreamt of you saying that.”

But you were faster and less patient than him, your hands went to his belt and unbuckled it with eagerness, setting his erection free and you swallowed. You had seen the look of it under his pants, but you had not expected that. He noticed how you licked your lips the moment after and he could not resist the urge to taste them again, hungrily sucking your bottom one. His girth came to rest on your entrance and your body tensed up in anticipation.

“You’re alright?” he asked, sensing your slight spasm as he passed over your sensitiveness, watching your hooded eyes. You wish he hadn’t stopped kissing you.

You nodded, whimpering slightly, shifting so you could meet him properly and his lips parted in reaction, his head inches from your heat.

When he finally plunged into you you could not repress the moan that escaped your lips, and he groaned loudly, stopping his motion instantly as you felt your inside muscles clench in reaction around him. You took a moment to adjust to his size, sensing his length twitching against your walls.

“Fuck-,” he cursed against your mouth and you waited for him to settle, surprising you when he finally rolled his hips onto you, a grin of satisfaction on his lips as he saw you close your eyes in pleasure and whimper under him. His pacing was irresistible and you thought that you were literally in heaven for a second.

It felt so right. You moaned his name and he moaned yours and in those moments when you would let one of yours hands rest against his cheeks as he kissed you passionately, he would come to take it, interlacing his fingers with yours as he kept his pace inside of you and trying your best to meet the rocking of his hips against your core. The way he did not let go of your lips as he did so left you a whimpering mess, every single one of your sounds swallowed by him as his own were breathed out on your skin the rare moments he pulled apart for air. When the tension of your body became too overwhelming for you to handle and you had to leave his cheek in order to squeeze the side of the couch, his hand went to your breasts, palming and stroking it softly before playing with your hardened nipples. You repressed a deep moan at the painful pleasure.

“Let it all out, Y/N. I want to hear everything you feel, every one of those sweet sounds you make for me. I want you to give me everything.”

His voice was too much to handle, his words making your whole body shiver as you indulged him, moaning loudly when he pounded into you in one particularly hard motion, eliciting a low grunt from him as well. His head went to bury itself into your neck, and you dug your fingers into his hair. You were so close.

“Oh my god, Tom please-” you pleaded, not really knowing what you were saying any more, because only him existed. “I-”

His thrusts became sloppy, more frantic and the next moment you were pushed over the edge, convulsing, crying out his name as you felt your body go limp. You felt him come right after you, his teeth lightly digging into your flesh near the pulse point of your neck and making you see stars.

You took a moment to enjoy the feeling before softly pulling his hair in order to raise his head and drag him into a lazy and wet kiss again, capturing his jaw between your hands. He responded so well, not even taking care in sliding out of you, the slightest movements of your hips making him twitch inside of you and Tom hiss against your lips.

“Yes, I did. I did think of you Tom,” you finally replied, his question appearing to be so far away in time now.

His lusty eyes went soft for a moment, and you stroked the side of his jaw with your fingers. You were the first one to move, granting him space to slide out of you and lay down next to you, his sweaty body coming to rest against you. He brushed your hair off of your face. “What did you want to tell me? Before?”

You escaped his gaze, immediately uncomfortable. He took hold of your chin gently, making you look back at him, his brows slightly knitted in worry.

“Hey,” he tried, his voice as soft as his touch. “What is it? Tell me.”

“It’s not important right now,” you whispered.

It was indeed the worst of times to bring up the subject, because for now you only wanted to enjoy the feeling of Tom’s arms around your naked body, making you feel safe.

He let a moment pass, watching how your fingers traced the skin of his chest. “Are you gonna tell me to fuck off again?” he asked and you could feel the anguish in his voice, the one he hid behind his smugness.

It was too much for you, the ill feeling in your guts coming back, so you lifted yourself up in a sitting position, grabbing your blouse to cover your body. Tom rose beside you at once, his broad hand on your back, preventing you from shuddering.

“No, it’s not like that… Tom, I like you. I really do,” you admitted, feeling his eyes watching you. “I am sorry I took so long to realise it, but now I feel it’s too late. That we, I wasted that opportunity. All of that because we have choices to make, choices that go beyond our desires.”

“What are you talking about?” he said, looking confused. “It’s not too late and you didn’t waste anything Y/N. I made my choices and I chose you, don’t push me away for that.”

“I know Tom, I know all that, but this is what scares me. What if it’s out of our hands? You might leave again, get seriously hurt this time and I won’t be able to handle it if we keep this on, I know I couldn't.”

“Then I won’t go. Or if I do, I’ll do whatever is necessary to come back, I promise,” he assured, turning himself to you fully and forcing you to meet your now watery eyes with his blue ones. “You won’t get rid of me that easily, Y/N.”

There was the ghost of a smile on his lips, but then he noticed the way your eyes showed guilt, and the sorry way you looked at him. You could only witness silently as he slowly came to realise what you had dreaded to tell him. “Tom…”

“… you’re not staying, are ya?” he deadpanned, eyes wide, “That’s what you mean. That you won’t be there.”

You bit your bottom lips, giving him a sorry look as you shook your head. He let out a long sigh, taking his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. That blissful moment you shared had not lasted long.

“I have to go,” you tried to explain. “I can’t stay here while I worry sick about my family. When I’m not even sure I still have one. Not knowing is killing me, like it did when you were away.”

“You’re not at work because you quitted,” he continued, speaking between his hands as he put the pieces together. “Because you already made up your mind.”

You watched him, heart clenching as you braced yourself. “I leave in three days.”

Your words made him stand up from his seat abruptly, grab his pants and shirt and started to aggressively dress himself. You watched him, helpless at his obvious irritation.

“You’re kidding me, right?” he asked, pacing, disbelief in his voice. “You’re telling me that you’re going back to France, where people die every day, Y/N, where you could die?” his tone was now clearly pissed, and you found the anxious feeling that had accompanied you all of these months come back in waves. “You don’t even know where they are, where you’re going!”

“I’ll … Figure it out. I have to,” you replied, desperation in your eyes. “Tom, you have to understand, they are running and I can’t even help them from here. I had one letter from them in months. One.”

“Don’t go Y/N,” he stated, coming back to you on the couch staring at you, imploring. “You’re safer here, believe me when I tell you that your family wouldn’t want you to go to them. You have no idea how it’s like.”

“Neither do you, Tom,” you spoke slightly louder. “I know you’ve seen death, but at least you know where your family is. I don’t and the more I wait, the more I am likely to become alone in the world, shut out completely from them,” you said, tears finally filling your eyes.

“You won’t be alone. You’re not alone, even now. You have me, you bloody have me Y/N. Going is a shitty idea, you just, can’t run into this like that. I won’t let you.”

“You’re doing it Tom, you’re running into conflict, in the first row at that, because you have no choice. I don’t even know when I’ll see you again once you’re gone. Everything got worse. The whole world seems on fire.”

“Then don’t leave!” he shouted, taking your head in his hands. “I will come back, I promise. Just, stay here, stay safe, away from those fascists. Christ Y/N, this is stupid, even for you.”

You brushed the insult away, knowing anger was the cause of it, his desire to protect you. “You would do the same Tom. You would do anything for the one you love, I know you would. You must understand that I need to do the same. I need to be with them. To try at least.”

Silence grew thicker between you, a tear finally trailing down your cheek, and Tom wanted to wipe it away, but his movements were frozen, the idea of you leaving causing an icy feeling in his body.

Of course he would do the same, but he didn’t want you to be like him. He wanted you safe.

“Don’t go,” he whispered, a final plea. “You won’t be able to come back. You know that.”

To make it back to me.

You watched him, wishing you could only lose yourself in his eyes and never have to think about anything else. “I can’t,” you stated, voice trembling. “I just… I made up my mind. I just can’t.”

Tom’s expression fell, something passing through his eyes. He watched you for a moment, as if he was giving you a chance but you didn’t speak.

He nodded in resignation, clenched his jaw before looking away from you and stood up, grabbing his vest without a word. The next moment he was out, closing the door on the now empty room, leaving you alone with your anguish.

You told yourself that it had to be done.

But it had been the hardest thing you’d ever done.

A/N: At least the ending avoided the cold shower. Part 4

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luvskyxx · 1 year

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Can i request rafe as a dad maybe?

WATCH YOUR MOUTH

RAFE CAMERON X READER

Warning: fighting, swearing, and fluff.

Summary: a fight with rafe based on your parenting skills ruins dinner.

It was late in the afternoon. Rafe just got home from work eager to get out of his suit he rips off his tie once he was through the door.

“hey honey,” he spoke softly kissing your head as he walked into the kitchen taking samples of the food you were cooking.

“hey” you warned holding up the knife you were using as a threatening tool. he only gave a smile back as he knew you would never hurt him.

“Daddy!” your kids ran over to rafe begging to be lifted. which he gladly did with a loud huff as he pretended they have gotten too heavy for him.

“Hey kiddos” he smiled as he lifted the two kids up. “how was hanging out with mommy all day?” he waited for a response but they were too excited that he was home to even answer. “huh?” he smiled at you before looking at the kids again.

“Mommy said we can have cookies” your son pointed to the jar of cookies that sat in the middle of the counter far enough so no little hands could grab the jar.

“after dinner” you warned as you continued to cut up the food.

“after dinner” Rafe looks at his son with a sad face before he sets them back down. wines both let out as their little feet hit the floor. “I’ve got to change then we can play I promise” he tries to explain but they didn’t care what he was wearing he could still play.

“let daddy change then he will play with you guys,” you told them as they wined more. disappointed that they had to wait this long for him to come home now he has to change? it was unfair. the kids eventually gave in walking back over to the living room where they forgot all about the conversation you just had with them.

“smells good” Rafe spoke giving you a kiss on the head before leaving the room to change. a smile appearing on your face as his little signs of affection were just enough to brighten your day. with simple calls at lunch or little notes if you don’t get up early enough to say goodbye before he goes to work. even the little kisses on your head as he complements you. you loved them all.

it was different once you had the kids. though two boys were not ideal rafe made it worth it. promising to be the best husband and dad he could be. he wanted to do better. it only was proven when he quit the drugs and stopped parting. he changed for you for your family.

“Fuck!” you yell as you cut yourself with the knife. it was the smallest cut yet it hurt like a bitch.

“Watch your mouth!” Rafe came in the room his shirt half on his body as he pulled his arms in.

“fuck you!” you spoke in anger as you held your hand in pain. you walked to the bathroom as you tried not to leak blood all over the floor.

“I keep fucking telling you to stop doing that in front of my kids” rafe follows you into the bathroom angry at the profanity you use. His kids? you looked at him with an irritated look like this argument could not wait till after you stopped bleeding. “our” he corrected himself.

Rafe hated the profanity you used or that his friends did. always yelling at them even if the kids were not around. it didn’t matter if the kids were not once you use it you can stop.

it was one of the things you hated about rafes development. he was so protective over the kids. too much sometimes. you understood that this language was not to be spread around children. much less yours but it still felt good to let out a piece of that anger now and then.

“Do you even think about what they say?”

“Rafe they are 2 and 4 I’m sure that small little curse word blew over their heads”

“And what if it didn’t? What if they start saying it around other kids? Who’s going to look like the bad parent?”

“I’m the one who would look like the bad parent Rafe because I’m the one who is with them 24/7” once your first child was born Rafe made sure you didn’t have to work he hated knowing you wouldn’t be home when he was. He hated going to work. He just wanted to be with you.

So Rafe took a job with his dad making enough money to provide for the family. While you stayed home with the kids. You didn’t mind you liked spending time with the kids. It also gave you more time to find hobbies of your interest.

“It’s because of you they know it!”

“I can’t have this conversation with you anymore Rafe” you walk out of the bathroom as your hand is now wrapped up in a towel.

“No!” He yells following you into the kitchen. “Why can’t you so much as keep your mouth shut”

“Rafe it slipped up don’t act like you never said it before” the argument was brought into the middle of the house. Your boys are fully aware of the argument now.

The knew your fights. The fights would end either horribly with the cops called or fights that would end up with everyone going to bed early.

It wasn’t fair to the boys that your fights had to involve them. You knew that witch is why you hated fighting with Rafe. You hated him being mad at you. Hated how the veins would pop out of his head when he got mad. How he wanted to punch something to relieve his anger.

“I’m not the one swearing in front of the boys now am I?” You tried to go back to cutting the vegetables to finish the dinner but Rafe just kept pushing this conversation.

“Fine rafe” you drop the knife looking at him with frustration as to why this argument had to go on for so long. why when this day was going so well? “Sense you have a problem with it I should just go pack my shit right now. Let you raise the boys how you want” you storm away angrily.

Rafe leaning angst the counter with his head in his hands as he lets out a sigh. Not a relieving sigh it was a frustrated one. He was frustrated with himself more than you. Frustrated that he pushed you away.

It only took about five more minutes before he came storming into the bedroom after you. Finding a suitcases on the bed with clothes shoved on top. His attention was pulled away as he heard the hangers shuffling around in the closet as he made his way into the room.

“Baby please stop!” He begged as he saw you going threw the clothes in your closet. Picking out witch ones you wanted. You knew you couldn’t take all of your clothes. At least not now. Not when you didn’t even know where you where going. My best guess was the parking lot of the grocery store.

“You raise the boys how you feel is fit Rafe you won’t hear me complain” you stated pushing past him as he stood in the door way of your bedroom and the closet. You shoved whatever you could find into a suitcase as Rafe continued to follow you from the bedroom to the closet begging you to stay.

“Where are you even going to go?!” He questioned his hands flying in the air with anger. He caused this he knows that but he did it for a good reason. At least it was until you started packing.

“I don’t know Rafe” you only spoke as it was the truth. You knew anywhere you went Rafe would follow. He knew your go to places. The friends you would hangout with. Where to find you if you when’s missing at the bar. He knew you all too well.

“Just please stop packing” he begged as you continued to pull more clothes out of the closet. It became very clear that you weren’t going to have enough room for all there clothes. Clothes that Rafe would buy you for your birthday or anniversary or even just a reminder that he loved you. The only way he knew how to express his live was threw money. “Y/n!!” He finally yelled as he startled you. “stop fucking packing!” His the voice was raised. High enough for the kids to hear.

“So much for the swearing rule” you grabbed the bags you packed as you made your way out the bedroom. Rafe yelled behind you as he followed you.

“Everything I do is for you!” His hands where out in the open like that was his only excuse. “I work for you for our family!”

“I never asked you to Rafe! Never have I once asked for this!” You turn back to face him. He was a lot closer than you thought making you look up at him.

“You didn’t fucking have to!” You continued to walk into the living room past the boys as you made your way to the front door. “I did this because I love you!”

“And yet you’re still complaining about this! Complaining about a decision you made” you turned your body back around as you continued to yell at him. The boys now looking at you too. As this was more interfacing then tv at the moment. It terrified the boys to see you both fight. Worried if their hands were going to be thrown as they did to each other at times.

“Im complaining because you don’t understand the language you use around these boys!” His hands went from his the sides of his head to pointing at the boys who where across from us. Your eyes look at the two young Camerons before turning to the first Cameron.

“All I do is look after them Rafe for once I just want to go out with my friends. Swear for once!” You turned back around walking to the front door. This time Rafe didn’t follow you. Whether it was frustration or irritation by your actions you didn’t know.

“I never said you couldn’t” his hands fell to his face as he rubbed his face in frustration.

“I can’t Rafe! Ever!” You turn around to face him for the last time. “Your always out! I can’t get a babysitter because you slept with every girl in OBX and you won’t let any guys around me!”

“That's because they always hit on you!” He threw his hands up.

“I’m leaving! You can find whatever whore to take my place I don’t care anymore” you finally walked out the door slamming it in the process. Rafe no far behind you as you head the door reopen.

“Y/n!” He spoke following you to your car. “Y/n! Just get back inside please!” He begged as you got into the front seat. His hands on the door forcing it to stay open. “If not for me for the boys…Please! They need you… and so do I” you just sat in the car you hand holding the keys as you looked out the windshield debating weather to go back inside or not. Debating weather you wanted to pretend this argument never happens and save it for another one in the future or to just drive away.

“Please baby!” You let out a sigh dropping your hand from the steering wheel as you got out of the car. Rafe was quick to grab you as he held you trying not to cry. “I love you so much baby” you wrapped your hands around his neck as he did his with your waist. Not wanting to let go of him. “You're such a good mom to the boys! I’m sorry for overreacting” his voice broke down as he hated how he caused this mess. Hated how one little word changed everything.

“I'm sorry too” you spoke softly hugging him tighter as you didn’t want to look him in the eyes just yet. You didn’t want to admit you were sorry to his face. It was easier this way. You both meant the apology it was just harder to say it with one another staring down at you. Wondering if they meant it. “Your right the boys learn from us they don’t need to be saying that kind of stuff”

You knew he was right from the beginning. You just hated him to be right. It made you feel weak and stupid. But watching your mouth was so important when your around young kids. Kids who love to copy what adults do. Which is why you were cautious around the boys from now on. Not just to make Rafe happy but you as well.

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thevelria · 1 year

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The day I met you (Future Trunks x Reader)

Author's note: This story contains swearing and some soft lemon. Because I think Future Trunks would be a softy in the bed anyway ;)

When did this madness start? I didn’t even remember anymore, all the pain, fear, bleakness washed the memories away. Dead bodies everywhere on the street, buildings still on fire or totally ruined to the ground.

I was trying to make my way to a safe place I heard of the other day. That was my only goal at that moment, reaching a place where a saiyan was hidden as well. I might have a tiny bit of a chance to survive, if he would have been around.

-Where in the hell do I have to turn left? -I furrowed my eyebrows, trying to remember what the man said to me, while explaining the direction -This corner, I suppose -I took a deep breath, but regretted my decision in an instant.

Seeing Black fighting with a lavender hair colored man frightened me to death.

-Wrong corner, wrong corner! -I panicked, trying to stay invisible. But Black spotted me easily, smirking at me with that disgusting devilish smile on his face. I couldn’t understand how such a good looking man could be such a freaking prick.

-Shit! Shit! Holy shit! -my eyes popped wide open as I made eye contact with the villain- Okay, that’s it. I’m going to die now on this filthy street, no one ever will remember me -thoughts rushing through my mind rapidly.

-Watch out! -I’ve heard someone yelling, grabbing me by my waist, flying me up high in the sky just the second before a huge blast slammed into the spot I’ve been standing a blink before.

-Oh my God! -I grabbed the man's hand hard, digging my nails into his skin, drops of blood forming and starting to run down on his arm.

-Auch! -he hissed out loud.

-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry -softened my grip, looking still shocked- Please don’t let me fall! -I closed my eyes, my whole body shaking in fear.

-Don’t worry, I hold you still -he murmured in my ears. His warm breath slightly caressed my skin.

After a few minutes, at least it felt like it, we landed. His arm slowly was pulled back from around my waist and even if I felt the solid ground under my feet I still kept my eyes closed.

-You can open your eyes now -he giggled- You are safe.

-Oh, yeah, sure -I carefully opened them, blinking a few times to make my sight clear.

-I’m Trunks -he held his hand to me, smiling.

-I’m Y/N -I stared at him, while accepting the offered hand. His figure mesmerized me immediately, his beautiful blue eyes, the lavender hair, that handsome face and perfectly toned body. I felt blush rushing through my face, so I turned away in an instant.

Trunks smirked as he noticed how I reacted from seeing him.

-Come inside! -he said- You’ll be safe here.

-Thank you -I looked at him again- For everything -I sighed deeply- I would be dead by now, if you didn’t save me from that maniac.

-And that would be a shame. You are too beautiful to be dead -he winked at me and chuckled as he saw me blushing from head to toe one more time.

***

6 months later:

I got used to the safe place and tried my best to be a useful member of the community. Since I was a nurse before it all started I mostly handled the injured soldiers, who were lucky enough to come back alive after a fight with Black.

-Oh my God, Trunks! -I screamed as I saw the saiyan badly bleeding from several wounds all around his body. His face was covered with cuts and bruises, his bottom lip was ripped, just as his right eyebrow -Let me help you! -I ran to him, spinning my hand around his back to give him the opportunity to lean on my shoulder.

Mai appeared in front of us and pushed me away immediately.

-Help the others! -she hissed at me- I will handle him myself.

She never really liked me, because she was madly in love with the saiyan and hated the fact that Trunks didn’t feel the way she wanted him.

-Don’t be rude to her! -Trunks gritted between his teeth, he hated the way Mai treated me and had an argument with her every single time. Now, on the other hand he was too injured to be able to stand up for me. At least I thought so.

-It’s okay -I smiled at Trunks- I will help the others -I spun on my heels, about heading to the opposite way.

-No! -Trunks shrugged Mai’s hand off of him- She will be the one, who’s going to help them -he said with a cold tone, strictly.

-Fuck you, Trunks! -Mai’s eyes widened, clenching her jaw and storming away.

-Sorry, it’s going to be uncomfortable -I poured some alcohol on a cotton ball, pressing it gently against the cut on his lip.

-Uhh… -he hissed.

-I’m trying to be as gentle as possible -I smiled awkwardly.

-I know -he put his big hand on mine, squeezing it softly.

After I took care of all of his wounds, bandaged them well, I was standing in front of him, staring blankly.

-What’s wrong? -he wrinkled his forehead, sitting on a chair.

-This eats me up alive -I sighed deeply.

-What do you mean?

-I don’t know how much longer I can do this…Being terrified every single time you go out there to fight that bastard. The single thought of you not coming back frightens me to death -I clenched my jaw.

-Hey…hey come here -he held out his hands, grabbing mine, pulling me into his lap- Don’t worry, it’s going to be okay. Goku and Vegeta must arrive soon, they will help us to end this madness. And then we will be able to live a normal life. I will be able to take you on a proper date as well -he smiled at me, blushing slightly.

-You promise? -I caressed his face gently.

-I promise -he rested his cheek on my palm.

***

-Deal? -Mai asked Black with a devilish smile on her face.

-Hmm…I will consider your request, however tell me one reason not to kill you right here, right now.

-Because if you kill Y/N as I asked you, I will lead you to the biggest safe place we have in the town. And you can finish more than 200 people at once. I think it’s totally worth it.

-Well, alright mortal. But if you try to trick me… -he smirked at Mai- Death will be the most wonderful thing you will desire.

-Don’t worry, I’ll keep my words, just vanish that freaking bitch out from this world.

-Why do you hate her that much? -Black raised an eyebrow, trying to understand the situation more.

-She…she is just an annoying brat -Mai clenched her jaw- All was perfect til she showed up one day and ruined everything between me and… -she stopped mid sentence.

-Oh… -Black laughed out loud arrogantly- It’s about some kind of meaningless human feelings? You mortals really deserve to be exterminated.

-Whatever -Mai shrugged her shoulders, heading back to the safe place.

-Y/N! -Mai ran to me in panic, totally freaked out-Y/N, you need to come with me. It’s Trunks! He got into a fight with Black and he’s barely alive. You are the best nurse here, you need to come and save him -lies were spluttering from her mouth.

-Oh my God! -my eyes widened, as my heart was about to jump out of my body.

You can call me naive, but I would have never thought she could be this mean. Lying about Trunks being in danger, knowing I would never refuse to help him.

The way she tried to hide her smile made me suspicious. I started to think she might have tricked me, but I had no idea how.

-Where is he exactly? -I asked following Mai into a questionable area.

-This way! Here…hurry! -she kept mumbling- We are almost there.

-But it’s not the place Trunks told me he was heading to before he left the safe place -I stopped walking, folding my arms in front of my chest.

-So what? -Mai was getting impatient- They fought around and they ended up here. Don’t you want to help him or what?

-No, of course I will -shaking my head slightly, following her again.

-There we are -she smiled widely, spotting Black at the top of a building.

-What the fuck? -I looked terrified- Mai?!

But she didn’t answer me, while walking in the direction of Black, who landed on the ground in the meantime.

-You bitch! -I yelled- You fooled me! I’m so going to kill you for that -my eyes were burning in fury.

-Well, good luck with that -she pushed her long black hair behind- It will be difficult, though…since you will be dead in a few minutes -she laughed maniacally.

I gulped hard, thoughts were running through my mind, trying to find a solution which could have saved me from this fucked up situation. Mai was chatting with Black, smiling at him, pointing in the direction of the safe place.

-No way, she’s giving up everything -I hissed, fisting my hands in anger- What the fuck is wrong with this stupid bitch?

-Alright! -I heard Black low voice- I keep my word and kill that meaningless mortal for you.

I froze and stood still. Running away? Hiding somewhere? But where? I sighed and took a deep breath through my nose, thinking of Trunks. I wanted him to be my last thought before I was seemingly going to die within seconds.

Black didn’t use any blast or energy ball, he landed in front of me and grabbed me by my neck, pulling me up in the air, my legs waving in panic as I kept hitting his fist around my throat.

-Please… -I tried to form words, feeling the air slowly disappearing from my body.

-Such a weak, useless body this is -he tilted his head slightly, examining my look as I was fighting for my life.

-Let her go! You fucking bastard! -I’ve heard Trunk’s voice behind.

-What? -Black hissed, dropping me to the ground hard. As I gasped for air, massaging my neck I looked back above my shoulder, seeing Trunks in his fighting stance, holding his sword tight.

-Bitch, you lied to me! -he looked Mai in the eye, who now became more terrified than me.

Trunks and Black started to fight, giving in everything, flying up high in the sky. Punches here and there, cuts and bleeding bruises started to cover them both up. When finally Trunks had the chance to cut into Black’s chest deep and hard. The villain screamed in agony, trying to land at the top of a building.

Mai in the meantime was about to escape, running away, hiding from Black, because she knew exactly that the man wouldn’t believe her. He was going to think she was the one who let the saiyan know his whereabouts. And that was exactly what happened.

-Stop running, you sneaky little brat! -Black shouted, blinded by anger- You really thought you could have tricked me -sending a huge blast in the direction of Mai, which killed her instantly.

Trunks used the situation to land next to me, grabbing me hard by my waist, flying away immediately. He didn’t even look back.

-Trunks…I think Mai told Black where the safe place was -I tried to collect myself.

-WHAT? -he yelled- I’ve heard them talking about a deal. If Black kills me, she tells him where the safe place is. But I didn't hear her say it out loud exactly.

-I don’t know… -I started to cry, the whole situation was so freaking overwhelming I couldn’t control myself.

As we landed in front of the place, Trunks blinked quickly, trying to figure out what to do.

-I wounded him pretty badly -he finally sighed- He will need some time to recover. One or two days maybe. Let’s go inside, we will find out something.

-Alright -I nodded- I will need to take care of your wounds, he harmed you pretty well, too.

Trunks didn’t say a thing, but let me guide him into one of the nursing rooms.

-I still can’t believe Mai was able to do this -he shook his head in disbelief.

-She loved you, Trunks -I pressed my lips together as I was taking care of his cuts on his chest. His shirt was torn apart, revealing his muscled torso.

-That doesn’t mean she had the right to try taking away from me the woman I love -he said, slowly looking up into my eyes.

As I didn’t say a thing, he grabbed my waist slowly, pulling me into his lap, resting his face on my chest.

-Trunks… -I took a deep breath, running my fingers through his silky, lavender hair.

He stood up, pushing me gently against the table and pressed his lips against mine passionately. We have never ever shared a kiss before, hence I was craving it from the first time I saw him. I kissed him back, throwing my hands around his neck as the kiss was deepend.

-I was waiting for this moment for so long -he smiled into the kiss, breaking it afterwards.

-So I was not the only one craving it? -I smirked at him, which made him smile devilishly.

When he started to unbutton my shirt I felt the tension rushing through my body, I wanted him so bad. I grabbed the bottom of his jacket, which he pulled down immediately, tossing it away. After I looked at his already torn shirt, which he ripped off of him with one move, sliding it aside.

-Damn…you are so hot -I bit my lower lip, staring at his abs, at his perfectly muscled torso.

Trunks didn’t say a word, licking his upper lip, while eagerly unzipping my jeans. Pushing it down, guiding me to step out of it and leaving me standing in front of him, only wearing my underwear.

-Fuck… -I moaned as he stepped closer, massaging my breast with one hand, grabbing my ass with his other hand, licking my neck with passion.

I felt his hand wandering down from my breast through my body until he reached my penties.

-Can I? -he looked me in the eye. I gulped as I nodded yes slightly.

-Oh, Trunks -I threw my head back, when his finger slipped in my pussy. Moving the tip of his index finger on my clit made me wild.

I eagerly grabbed the buckle of his belt, trying to free him from his trousers. He smirked at me, while pulling me into a passionate kiss, still moving his finger in my now wet pussy.

-Damn…- he growled, breaking the kiss as I started to rub his bulge through his boxers. I felt he was already hard, ready to take me anytime. His eyes widened, when I slid my hand into his underwear, gently pressing my palm against his hardened shaft

-Y/N -he murmured- you drive me crazy. I won’t be able to control myself -he breathed heavily under my touch.

-Then don’t… -I whispered, which made him wild, pushing his boxers down, grabbing my penties, ripping it off, turning me around, so my back faced him.

-Oh my God, Trunks… -I moaned out loud as I felt his huge cock entering me.

-You are so tight -he growled as started to thrust me gently with a decent speed.

When he slid one of his hands down to my pussy, slipping a finger in, I lost my control. I pushed my hip backwards.

-Fuck… -I panted- fuck me hard, Trunks! Please! -I begged and he obeyed.

Speeding up, pounding me faster and faster from behind. The tension he made me feel sent shivers down my spine, I felt my climax could burst out in any minute.

-Don’t stop -I whined- Please, don’t stop, I’m so close -I grabbed the edge of the table hard.

-Come for me, darling -he murmured into my ear.

He kept kissing my neck, while I was riding out my orgasm under him. When I finished he immediately pulled out. Turned me to face him, pushing me down on my knees. He didn’t have to ask anything, I automatically started to stroke him, massaging his balls gently.

-Yes…right there! -he threw his head back- Fuck, I’m almost there -he hissed, releasing his hot semen on my breast. I stroked him twice more, before I stood up smiling, trying to find something I could clean my chest with.

-Sorry! -he chuckled, scratching the back of his head.

-It’s okay -I smiled, wiping the cum off with a towel.

-Trunks -I looked at him seriously, while getting dressed.

-Yes, Y/N?

-Will we survive? -I took a deep breath.

-I’m going to kill Black and I will take you on that date, I promise -he pulled me into one more passionate kiss.

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blade-that-was-broken · 2 months

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Intro, Stories, and Commissions!

Heya! This is my anonymous little blog for my current fixations and interests!

Name: Luthien or Blade

Age/Gender: adult woman

Level: family friendly with some violence.

Current Fixation: Dreamworks Trolls

Notes About My Work

Focus on familial and platonic bonds

Any romantic notions are never the focus

Minimal swearing on my part

Family friendly art and writing with some violence

No nudity, serious gore or smut

Feel free to ask any questions about anything - I absolutely love answering comments and questions in the asks.

Right now, my current fixation is TROLLS! With my favorites being John Dory and Branch. I do have an appreciation for both friendship PoppyxBranch as well as romantic.

Listed below not only my current series but also some other writings that I have finished! Feel free to check them out! I'd love to know what you think! Also listed are other fandoms that I am interested in and feel free to ask me about any of them! Enjoy!

My Current Series!

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I’m Still Here

An AU where John Dory comes back to the Tree a bit earlier to raise Branch only for sixteen years later of traveling on the road with his little brother to give his life for him. Branch finds Pop Village at 16 and goes through the events of the canonical movies with the background of being a wandering traveler with his brother.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multiple Books

Question to the World - prequel mini series - ✔️

Head Above Water - movie one - ✔️

World to Change - movie two - ✔️

Moment to Be Real - movie 3 - ✔️

Holiday Special - unnamed - not written

Words and Whispers - Collection of Snippets WIP

For This You Were Born

In an AU where Brozone doesn’t exist and trolls can trade their lives for the safety of their families, a mother tricks her eldest son only for him and her youngest to end up in a fight for their lives against a Bergen.

Status: Ongoing

Type: Multi Chapter Short Series

For This You Were Born - finished ✔️

Silence the Doubt - finished ✔️

By Design a Victor - currently ongoing

Half Life

In a human AU, John Dory has been working for years to get custody of his four brothers from his parents. When he finally gets it, he finds he had to fix what he inadvertently broke. As he tries to juggle a new life and protect his brothers, he does his best to repair his relationship with them.

Status - Ongoing

Type - Single Multichapter, Extra shots

Breathe Again - multi chapter - Ongoing

Unnamed - multi chapter single shots - unwritten

One Shots/Other

Trolls

Something to Believe In - An amnesiac John Dory arrives at Pop Village and ends up raising his youngest six-year old brother. (Ongoing, non-sequential shorts)

Things We Lost - Clay is snatched one day, only to be saved by his amnesiac older brother, who has no idea who he is and believes his brothers to be dead. (one shot, finished)

Divided Frame of Mind - Branch, Bruce, Clay and Floyd search for John Dory, only for Holly Darlin' (Trollstopia) to tell them he's staying in Lonesome Flatts. However, when they get there, they are not greeted how they expect. (one shot, finished)

Smoke and Starlight - a continuation beyond TBT, helped Poppy with an annual world meeting and learns about his parents and his brothers as he helps set up. (multi chapter, wip, Branch, JD and Floyd centric)

Keep Me Breathing - Upon being rescued and traveling back to Pop Village, Floyd makes some observations about his older brother and gives him a hug - which, turns out he really needed (one shot, finished)

The More I Learn, the Less I Bleed - an argument erupts in the bunker one night where the brother learns a horrifying truth - their oldest has been living his life in time loops; one of which including the last performance they did as a band. (one shot, finished)

Soldier On AU - human au, concept - John Dory hasn’t seen his brothers since their parents divorced when he was fifteen. Twenty years later, he is discharged from the military after an explosion and is slowly reunited with his brothers. (concept, snippets only)

Batman/Nightwing

Halfway Gone - Damian comes to Stephanie about Dick Grayson's apparent death with a theory. She believes him. After all, he is their Batman. (one shot, finished)

I'd Give You My Lungs - Jason had never heard the wail of a father losing his son tragically too young before. But when Damian dies, he does. (oneshot, finished)

I've Got You, Brother - Jason is glad he's the one who finds it. Jason hates that he is the one who finds it. But his brother is alive. And he needs to find out what happened. (one shot, finished)

Other Interests Include (Not Limited To)

Star Wars (Jedi specifically), Lord of the Rings (my username lol), Tangled (New Dream), The Mummy 1999, Psych, TMNT (2012 mostly), Transformers Prime, ATLA, Bones, Leverage, Nightwing, Smallville (Clois), GotG, Treasure Planet, HtTyD, Elementary, Chuck, Stargate (Mostly Atlantis lol), X-Men, GL:A, VM (Logan Echolls deserved better), and Narnia.

I have a few pop funkos, love getting involved in zines, and collect art and pins (collections being mostly AragornxArwen and New Dream but small collection of Nightwing, Star Wars, the Mummy 1999 etc).

This Post will be subjected to editing and reclogging with continued works, interests, changes and fandoms.

#intro post #my writing #i feel like I'm forgetting something #probably am #will probably update later

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sadistic-kiss · 2 months

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VERY LONG COMMENT!

Appreciation Comment + comment on the chapter ( basically me rambling for a very long time) ♡

The way I dropped everything I was doing the second, I saw the notification for House of Alpha chapter 14. (≧ヘ≦　)

I remember finding the series when there were only 3 chapters out, and I've never been more grateful to have found it! I absolutely adore the series (and all of your other work too! I found you through Bloody Summer on AO3~) (σ≧▽≦)σ

I love your ideas, your style of writing, the plot, the cringe, and 2nd hand embarrassment I get when reading. I adore you! Did I say how much I adore you? Well I absolutely adore you! ( ≧∀≦)ノ

ANYWAYS, enough rambling about how much I adore you and your work, LET'S TALK ABOUT CHPATER 14!!

When the explosion went off and I started freaking out along with Raven... I was about to fight whoever was going to hurt my babies (the alphas are everything but babies but they're my babies!) (ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻

Then, when I read that Nanami was injured and was bleeding, I was about to throw hands at the monster! Luckily (but still unlucky), it was just the poison... I need Nanami to be healthy again!! =(っ*´□`)っ

And then Satoru.

I'm biased since Satoru is my favorite, BUT THE WAY, MY HEART BROKE WHEN HE THOUGHT WE HATED HIM!!! I was screaming and crying no and how much I loved him. I need to hug my baby and smother him in my love. ｡･(つд`｡)･｡

AND THEN THE ENDING OF THE CHAPTER! Had me screaming from the kiss, and now I'm so excited for the next chapter! Time is moving too slow for me, I want to know what happens next, and I absolutely can't wait! (Take your time. This is just me being annoying–) 。。(〃_ _)σ∥

I seriously can't believe this story came to you in a dream. Why can't it happen to me too!? I seriously can't imagine it. If the story came to me in a dream, I would have been so upset when I woke up! Like, let me go back to dreaming where I can have hot guys in my personal space! (´□`; 三 ;´□`)

OK, LAST COMMENT I PROMISE!

This is actually my first time ever commenting despite reading and liking everything from you, so I'm just going to say, FROM NOW ON, I will leave a comment (on tumblr) on everything! If I don't, come and scold me because I need to smother you in affection for creating these masterpieces!! No, seriously, please remind me if I ever forget to smother you in affection because you absolutely deserve it! I'm counting on you to remind me if I forget to comment!

ﾟ+.ヽ(≧▽≦)ﾉ.+ﾟ

PS: Did I tell you how much I love you and your work?

PPS: You actually were one of the 2/3 writers who inspired me to start writing! Although it's still a work in progress because it's easier to imagine than write and because I'm procrastinating–

PPPS: I LOVE YOU FOR EXISTING AND CREATING THESE MASTERPIECES. I'M DETERMINED TO SMOTHER YOU IN AFFECTION!!!!

*Squeals and cry at the same time*

I like to type my response while reading a long comment but I’m already giggling and smiling like a damn idiot 🥹

I’m so glad you found me~ bloody summer was such a long time ago oh wow 😂. I have changed so much since my friend and I started that one. Sometimes I read it and hiss a bit, it is quite dark. I might rewrite it in my style? (Is that a writing style? I dunno I’m kind of new to this lol.) I was once a sadistic bean but I am now turned into a mushy chef 👩‍🍳(I swear I blame gege it’s his fault and I will raise my fist to the sky till the day I rest). Maybe I should change my name to chef’s kisses XD.

*giggles and kicks my feet some more* I swear i can’t stop smiling while reading this my cheeks hurt 😭.

Ooo~ just in case someone didn’t read chapter 14 yet I’ll put a spoiler warning hehe 🤭

⚠️House of alpha Chapter 14 Spoiler warning engage ⚠️

Yes 🥺, they are our psycho little pack but we must take care of them because they are silly and stupid at times.

I know our poor Nanami baby 😭🖤 (we are doing our best)

I’m bias about all the characters, my daddies can do nothing wrong XD. Gojo feeling sad because he’s feeling left out makes me do tha aaaahh~ poor bebe~

House of alpha is one of those stories where I’m writing a chapter and have to stop myself because I’m writing into the next chapter. I had planned to make chapter 14 longer but it was already peaking 4k and you know Gojo is going to want more from that kiss because he’s greedy 👀~. I also had fell asleep like right after I posted hahah. I was so mad when my work didn’t save I stayed up all night to finish it so don’t worry I’ll try to get that next chapter to you ASAP~ I do have two children that are not yet out the house (Looks at Desert Rose and House of Alpha stories) I must love them both equally so the next post will be for Desert Rose ~ don’t worry she’s almost old enough lol (not me treating my stories like kids XD) 🖤

Oh! Yes! I have very interesting dreams. I have so many ideas that I have to close off because I need to finish the stories I have lol. I like to focus on one or two stories at a time.

So~ I don’t think I can tell you how fucking hilarious it was when i ran away in my dream from the omega house. In my dream I actually was on the boat getting ready to sail. I was leaning on the side looking out at the beautiful ocean while taking a deep sigh. Like damn those were some hot ass alphas, I’ll never get that experience but oh well~ The captain sounded the bell for us to go but then stopped mid ring. that’s when two men stepped up beside me. Sukuna was snacking on fingers (he was a lot more gruesome in my dream. Like he actually killed miwa in my dream because he got pissy of the food she served him so I made sure to save her in the actual story and made that part part of the game story if that makes sense) while Toji just leaned on the side to admire the view with me. And Toji was like nice view Huh? And sukuna was like yeah imma stop you right here I don’t like boats get the fuck off And I looked at them like WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GUYS DOING HERE?! And toji was like oh we were just seeing where you were going but let’s stop it here prime omega. And the complete shock I felt when they told me they chose me sent me flying over board as I swam away and ran because I just can’t accept nice things XD. yeah hehe my dream was more of the smutty bits and plots lol I don’t want to spoil it 🤭.

But when I woke up I was left in awe. It was like i watched a really good movie but I can’t tell anyone to watch it because it doesn’t exist so I gotta retell the story like tenacious D singing their tribute to the greatest song in the world but it was the greatest reverse harem issekai in the world 🤣🖤. I was like the people must know of this story !

Omg! 😭 this comment was already worth a thousand comments hahah! And I love to spoil so please don’t feel obligated, it just makes me so happy to even read this 🖤. I waited till the morning to read it since I was super tired when I finished chapter 14 I wanted to make sure I could really indulge in your comment. I saw it before bed and couldn’t stop smiling because I wanted to read it this morning lol. I feel like I just drank a cup of coffee and I’m so excited to start my morning so thank you, this meant a lot to me. You could have literally put I love you and I would have been grinning all day 🖤🤭.

Oh! I love love love when others are inspired to write so please if you need help let me know! I write stories I want to read 😭😭😭! I have bookmarks of fanfics that haven’t been updated since last year, I am desperate for more fanfics haha!

Oh wow I typed so much I am so sorry sometimes when I get excited I can’t stop typing XD

P.S: I love YOU and will do my best to spoil you with more to eat. I love to feed and please👩‍🍳🖤

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Tangerines and deers part 8

Y’all this chapter is the best 🤭 got some action in.

You and Ladybug decided to just chill out a bit. He went to the bathroom, and you stayed back.

A little bit after he came out, you cleaned up the snake bites.

“Thanks. Y’Know, I kinda wish we did leave the girl. Something’s off about her.”

“Tangerine said something about she’s a diesel. I didn’t know what the fuck he meant.” You said, while feeling somewhat dizzy.

“Oh.. fuck!

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Meanwhile, the prince and the man talked.

“Was that a snake?”

“Would you know where my son is?” He asked her.

Her cell phone started ringing, and he grabbed her bag with his cane.

“Wow. After everything.” She sighed and put her head on the back of her seat.

He looked through her bag, and he got up and walked closer to her.

“You are the person who pushed my grandson off the department store roof. Why?” He sat across from her, but still away.

“Your son. He was going to help me kill the white death at Kyoto station. And that was the only way to get him on this train.”

“The white death.”

“That’s right. But he couldn’t even do that. So he’s dead. Just a few cars back. They are both dead.”

“My grandson was pushed off a roof. What makes you think I would leave him unprotected?”

His phone buzzed this time, he looked at the message.

“My grandson is safe. And my son is not dead.”

“Listen, old man-“ she stood up.

“The only thing you know about an old man, young lady, is that he survived much more, and much worse, than you.”

She grabbed her bag and ran, passing you guys.

“I’ll fucking kill him myself.”

“Okay.” You shrugged, and looked where she came from.

“Should we..?”

“I guess.” You sighed and walked back to where you guys sat originally.

“Are you all right?”

“From that? You’re not gonna believe this coincidence. But I already got a dose of antivenom in me today, so I’m good. Probably.”

“Yeah, fucking lucky, otherwise that hornet bitch would’ve had me bleeding from my eye sockets.” You shuddered at the thought.

“The girl…”

“Her intentions with you were not honorable.” Ladybug looked to you.

“Hate to say this but I-“

“You told me so.” He sighed.

“A blind man could see you are the one in the dark.”

“I don’t know about a blind man. She was pretty convincing.”

“Manipulative bitch. Oh fuck, I think the hornet did rub off on me.” You gasped.

“What did you do to her?” Ladybug asked.

“I did not need to do anything. Fate will do what it wills.”

Ladybug scoffed and laughed. “Why do you laugh at fate?”

“Man fate for me is just another word for bad luck. And that follows me around like… I don’t know, something witty.”

“I swear to god, what did I say? You’re not bad luck.” You hit him on the back of his head

“Ow.” He muttered and sat up, putting his legs on the table.

“My handler calls me ladybug. She’s witty.”

“Very witty. Hah, that’s a funny word. Witty. Witty.” You repeated.

“Did you hit your head or something?” Ladybug asked, looking to you confused.

“I did indeed. Also, I’m pretty sure that the stupid little shot did something.” You said, gesturing to your arm.

“Ah, got it.”

“Ladybug?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m deer.” You chimed In.

“This is very lucky indeed.”

“No, she’s being ironic, she- ah never mind.”

“I’m going to tell you a story now.”

“Oo, I love stories.” You looked at the man.

“I don’t.”

“It’s short.”

“Really, im fine.”

“No, it’s very quick.”

“No, no.”

“It’s a good story for you, I think.”

“Lovebug, just listen to the man. He’s funny.. funny looking.” You snickered.

“Sorry, about her. I think she hit her head or something while fighting some guy a few cars back. That plus something that was probably in the thing that one girl stabbed her with. Hey, why don’t you go to sleep?” He looked over to you.

“Where’d tangerine go again?” You wondered out loud.

“He’s knocked out, remember?”

“Oh.. yeah. Someone should go wake him up.” You gasped “Maybe I’ll wake him up and he’ll love me.”

“Okay.. you go do that then.” He muttered when you got underneath his legs and crawled, he lifted them up instead.

“Byeee!” You said, leaving that car and going to the tangerine was in.

“Anyways, what were we saying?”

“Here we go. A long time ago, I made a promise to myself. That I would provide for my family no matter what it cost. I had risen to a highly coveted position within the Minegishi crime family. A man raised up to take my place. A man from the north.”

Ladybug was somewhat interested now, but silently wished you hadn’t left him.

“I asked Minegishi not to trust this man. Minegishi told me that I had lost my appetite. He was not wrong. But neither was I. I returned home and found nothing except ash and blood.” He remembered crying for his wife.

“The white death had taken everything from me. Almost. I went into hiding. I searched for a way to strike at the white death without endangering what I had left. But he remained forever out of reach. I did not think fate would ever give me a chance to make things right. Do you know what they call a ladybug in Japan?”

“Uh-uh.”

“Tentomushi. As a boy, I was told there is a spot on its back for each of the seven sorrows of the world. You see, tentomushi is not lucky. It holds all the bad luck so that others may live in peace.”

“I don’t wanna hold the seven sorrows.”

“Everything that’s even happened to you has led you here. Fate.”

“Well, that’s a shit deal. I’m only still in this job because of deer, otherwise I would’ve been gone a long time ago.”

“You and the girl both are important to each other, I feel. Deers are considered to be sacred in Japan. At Kyoto station, the white death will arrive on this train. I will finally be allowed to make things right. My son is a few cars up, if you could escort him off this train….”

“Yeah, I don’t see the white death letting any of us off this train.”

“You let me worry about the white death.”

“Okay.” He sighed and got up. “I just gotta call deer, and I’ll tell her to bring her boy toy over too I guess.”

“Mr. Ladybug. Your briefcase.”

“Thank you.”

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

“Hey, wake up.” You slapped him. He didn’t wake up.

“It’s wake up time, dude.” You slapped him again, you checked his pulse just in case.

You felt better now, and you didn’t feel so drunk.

“Tangerine, if you don’t wake up right, you owe me a second date.”

He didn’t wake up.

“Second date it is.” You smirked to yourself, and pinched him, hard. And then slapped him repeatedly.

Finally he woke up, and slapped you back.

“The fuck was that for?!” You groaned.

“For slapping me, and knocking me out, you little-“ he tackles you onto the ground.

“Stop! We know about the girl. Sorry that we knocked you out before you could tell us.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill h-“

“It’s fine, just leave it alone. We’ll get our chance, eventually. Quite honestly I was annoyed by her.” You said, he still had you pinned on the ground.

“I really hope that you do kill her, actually. She’s very annoying, and she’s a manipulative little piece of sh-“

Your words were cut off when all of a sudden, he put his lips on yours. You were shocked but smiled to yourself in victory.

You grabbed the back of his head, and you both passionately made out. Sure, it wasn’t ideal, but it was good enough for you.

You both were practically animals, you didn’t stop until you needed to catch your breaths.

You both breathed heavily.

“Will you shut up?”

“If you kiss me again like that I will.”

#tangerine x reader #bullet train x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #tangerine bullet train #tangerine #aaron taylor johnson x reader

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iheardarumorthings · 2 years

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Oh I’m so sorry I meant to send one I guess it didn’t. Can I have not mad anymore with Five?

hi insomnia!! i hope you like it!!

if you would like to request something, please check out my post on my 1000 follower special!! it's ashe themed!!

warnings: no swearing, sorry peeps; angst

taglist: @mad-elia ; @navs-bhat

NOT MAD ANYMORE

Burned out like a star

Cause, baby, we were made to fall apart

The best songs never last for very long

Once you two shone brighter than Sirius, glittering and laughing in your happiness, basking in each other’s blissful embrace.

But, of course, you two always knew that you two were bound to break at some point, the both of you having very different goals. You wanted to run the commission after dethroning the Handler; he wanted to leave at all costs. That didn’t stop you from loving one another despite your differing personalities, your differing loves.

Don’t forget the start

Cause even if we’re made to fall apart,

That’s life, no one makes it out alive

You should’ve seen it coming when you two finally hit your stop. It was a marathon, a race to the end that everyone prolonged so they could keep ahold of the air in their lungs. Though you two never seemed to want to keep hold of your own air, instead sharing each other’s. If you were to fall apart, you would revel in it for as long as possible.

“We can’t do this,” he whispered, grabbing ahold of your shoulders. You two had stopped laughing months before. Your fingers were picked red and your eyes had bags under them. His nails were bitten raw and purple rings had formed under his eyes. “Either we end this now, or we figure our way out.”

“I can’t go with you,” you cried, holding onto his arms, a silent plea to stay. He hung his head, closing his eyes tightly.

“It’s for the better, I suppose.” His hands left you as if you were a stove, too scalding for him to touch. “We never were made for each other, I suppose.”

He left you there that night as the rain poured. He walked away, leaving you alone.

Oh, no, not even Jesus Christ

So even if it makes you cry, ooh

You felt so awful for crying, for letting him take your heart, letting him rip it out of you, leaving it raw and open and bleeding.

You suddenly felt bad for all of the corny people in romantic comedies you had made fun of together. You saw where they were coming from.

Oh, babe, for the first time yesterday

I wasn’t made anymore about the madness, screamin’

Oooh-ooh, oohh-ooh

Now, you were with him once more, the man taking your arm and jumping you to 2019 just as he was about to blow up your building.

You were angry at first, throwing things and screaming and crying. Especially because you were going through puberty for the second time.

But now…now you realized you couldn’t stay angry. Your life would be ending in the matter of hours; you wouldn’t be living with guilt and anguish and despair for those last few minutes, would you? No, it was far too hellish anyway.

Standing, you moved out of your room and to his, knocking on the door.

Oh, babe, you’re the best mistake I made

I’m not mad anymore about the madness screamin’

Oooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh

After all, you had fun with him. You were still madly in love with the man. So even if he was a mistake–which undoubtedly he was–he was your best mistake, your loveliest, most beautiful mistake.

You were no longer angry about the madness he had dragged you through, the fights and the sobbing he had caused.

You couldn’t find it in yourself.

I’m not mad anymore about the madness

No, you weren’t mad.

We didn’t have anymore of the magic

It wasn’t his fault that the glamor of puppy love had faded.

Went down like the sun

But I still hope the best is yet to come

And who knows? Maybe the afterlife would welcome the both of you with open arms and you could be together then. Maybe you two would meet the next time around; get married, now have to deal with the worries of being murderers. Not having to deal with an oncoming apocalypse.

So forget all that angry shit I said

Maybe he’d forgive you for whatever you’d done.

That time on the road trip, I was being controlling

So you got out the car while it was still rolling

You two were always on edge since you had gotten to 2019 the first time around. In fact, it got to the point where he began to avoid you unless he needed your assistance.

Well, that’s life, no one makes it out alive

Oh, no, not even Jesus Christ

So even if it makes you cry, ooh

But that was life, wasn’t it? There were highs and lows. There were happy times with Five where you would kiss and promise each other the world and there were sad, miserable times where you thought you would never see the light again without his smile that never appeared on his face again. Not unless it was feigned for sarcasm, anyway.

Oh, babe, for the first time yesterday

I wasn’t mad anymore about the madness screamin

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

“Five?” you whispered, moving onto the roof, looking out upon the fiery sky, the endless pit below.

“Hello, (Y/N),” he sighed, taking another swig from his bottle. You sat down next to him, your legs dangling off the edge of the world.

“I know this is a stupid question, but are you okay?”

“Absolutely not. If I was, I think you’d be more worried.”

You laughed then for the first time in a long time. You saw his face grow softer, and he scooted closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

Oh, babe, you’re the best mistake I made

I’m not made anymore about the madness screamin’

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh

“I miss you, you know. I missed you the entire time you were gone, the entire time we’ve been together.” When he turned to say something, you interrupted. “That’s not to say it isn’t my fault. I was just letting you know.”

His entire body seemed to relax as he whispered, “I’ve missed you too. So much.”

I’m not mad anymore about the madness

We didn’t have anymore of the magic

How could you ever be angry when you were like this? No, it was not back to what it once was: the laughing, the stolen kisses in hidden crevices of the halls in the commission. No, this was more serious. More adult, you hated to say.

But that didn’t change the fact that you loved him beyond belief, even if he didn’t feel the same.

Burned out like a star

Cause, baby we were made to fall apart

“I know we weren’t made for one another,” you whispered, repeating his words from that night, “but can we pretend we were? Just for now? Until-”

He shushed you, planting a kiss on your temple. “I wouldn’t even think otherwise.”

Oh, babe, you’re the best mistake I made

I’m not mad anymore about the madness screamin’

Oooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, oh

I’m not mad anymore about the madness

We didn’t have anymore of the magic

#five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x you #the umbrella academy #the umbrella academy x reader #tua #tua x reader #tua x you #umbrella academy #umbrella academy x reader

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satankilledmyghost · 2 years

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Hello! This is actually my first time ever asking for a request so please bare with me if I'm unclear, can i please have some wolf x reader comfort, very burnt out and tired reader and just wolf tryna do what he can to comfort them:) school hasn't been the best for most of us I'm sure so we can all use some nice comfort from our favorite wolf:] thank you!

hey!! your request was perfect, sin!(is it okay if i call you that?) idk how well me writing a comforting wolf keum is gonna be but i'll give it my best! i hope you enjoy and please do take care of yourself(eat enough, drink some water, and please take breaks and sleep well. you deserve it.) also i apologize that this took so long, i literally wrote half of it and IT DIDNT FUCKING SAVE and i’m in class so i can’t cry, but i’m bawling on the inside.

warning: burnt out reader, mental breakdown, swearing, negative self-talk, wolf name-calling reader affectionately, fluff??

safety net - wolf keum x reader

"This is so stupid. I'm so stupid." You mutter to yourself, drying your freshly rinsed face with the sand-like paper towels that your school could afford. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and your mood only sinks further, the pressure pressing harder on your chest, you mind static yet all thoughts are screaming at you to pull yourself together. You were at school, for fuck's sake. You can't be wasting away, crying in the bathroom. And yet here you are, eye liner creeping down your face, eyes red from crying, eye bags darker than the bottom of the ocean, and a killer headache.

You had just started school, being burnt out wasn't an option. Not when you know that you could do better. You sigh and finish cleaning your face, throwing away the last paper towel in the over flowing trash bin. You trudge out the bathroom and glumly make your way back to class. Everything was screaming at you not to go back. You were too tired, you couldn't pay attention to the teacher if you tried, and the thought of hearing any more information makes you want to cry.

The whole day was hell. One reprimand after another by your teachers for "not paying attention" had killed the morsel of energy you somehow had. All you wanted to do was go home, burrow under your blankets, and hide until everything goes away.

But life never works like that. So as soon as you're released from school, you head straight home, relieved to have some alone time. Your plans quickly disappear when you spot Wolf smoking right out front your door. You sigh and internally bash your head. Of course, the one time you need a break, the universe won't let you. You walk closer to Wolf and asses that he's bleeding.

"Another fight?" You murmur, focusing on unlocking your door. Wolf just hums, putting out his cigarette and following you inside. You toe off your shoes, dump your bag somewhere, and head off to the bathroom where you always keep your med kit. Wolf goes to your kitchen- him having done this enough times to know that you prefer him sitting at the kitchen table than anywhere else.

What he didn't expect, though, is for you to take so damn long grabbing the kit. Two minutes passed by before he gets fed up and waltz's into your bathroom, demanding to know what you're doing. The words fall deaf on his tongue when he sees you sitting on your bathroom floor, knees to your chest, struggling to breathe.

It was minutes of awkward silence. You were aware that Wolf was watching you from the bathroom doorway, you just didn’t have energy to do anything about it. “The kit’s on the counter, just give me a second. I’ll be fine.” You mutter, rubbing at your face to try and ground yourself.

Wolf didn’t move, making you feel even more on display. “Fuck that.” He stated, moving to sit next to you on the floor. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you down to lay your head on his lap. His hand went to your side, probably to keep you there you assume. Wolf’s other hand pulled out a cigarette and lit it between his lips. “I’ll stop bleeding eventually.”

You didn’t fight, opting to just close to your eyes to enjoy the moment, finally feeling yourself relax. The next thing your conscious of is opening your eyes, finding yourself in your bed. Blinking yourself into reality, you stare as your clock stares back at you with 4:03 am viciously blazing against the black screen. Once the information processes in your brain, you kick your way out of your blankets and stumble out of your room to find Wolf.

He wasn’t on the couch he normally crashes on, so he must be in the kitchen raiding your fridge again, right? Wrong. Wolf’s not there either. You walk into the bathroom and, again, find nothing except your phone and the bathroom smelling like antiseptic.

You wrinkle your nose at the blunt smell and reach for your phone. Below the clock, you see text messages from Wolf.

wolfy: i put the kit back in the cabinet, go back to sleep dumbass.

Wolfy: Also don’t come to school tomorrow, i’ve got an excuse ready and i’ll beat your ass if i can’t use it.

You smiled at the texts after realizing what they meant. You relaxed and wandered back into your room, charging your phone.

Sleep was easy to find after you nestled back into your bed, feeling much more at ease with knowing that you don’t have to go to school tomorrow.

The next day, you wake up leisurely and go to grab some food in the kitchen. A large, styrofoam take out box startles you and you hesitate taking it out of the fridge. You haven’t ordered take out in weeks, but once you opened the lid, you immediately knew it was Wolf who got you the food.

It was your go-to order from the restaurant that Wolf took you to once months ago. You two have been there a couple times since but you didn’t think that Wolf would know what you ordered.

The rest of the day was filled with little surprises that weren’t there before. And each one brought you a little more joy. Maybe Wolf did care more than he let on, little shit.

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I Love Him- Part 3

A/N: I think it’s safe to say this is going to be a series and I have no idea when it will end so who knows there could be like 70 parts to this thing 😂

I rush through the hospital after I got the call about Danny. I get up to the quarantine room and cover my mouth at the sight of my brother on a table bleeding out and my boyfriend desperately finding a way to keep him alive. I go to get closer and I’m stopped by a guy from the bomb squad, “Ma’am you can’t be up here.”

I throw him a glare, “Like hell I can’t. That man in there with a bullet hole in him is my brother and the man trying to save him is my boyfriend. So, if you think for one damn second you can hold me back, you have never been so wrong in your whole miserable life!”

I look up when Lou comes over, “Y/N/N, he’s right it’s too dangerous.”

“Too- too dangerous really, do you realize who I’m related to and dating, my whole life is dangerous but you don’t see me hiding around in some corner drinking hot cocoa avoiding the truth while they put their life on the line. Let. Me. Through. Now!”

Lou steps back obviously knowing I’ll win this fight and no one will stop me. He pulls the man to the side and tells him the cold hard truth, “Listen to me man, that woman has Williams blood and a McGarrett heart, quite literally I’m pretty sure he owns that organ so, you best just let her through before things get ugly. Not to mention it she’s pregnant and her emotions are all over the place making her more unstable than that mercury switch over there.”

The dude glances at me and shakes his head before looking at Lou, “I’m sorry but I can’t allow it.” Lou throws his hands up and walks away, “Whatever, it’s your funeral, hope your will is in order.”

The man comes over to me and again tells me to leave. I ball my hands into fists by my sides, “Listen sir I don’t know who you are but I swear to god if you don’t let me through there are going to be issues. I will get you fired and I will make your life a living hell! Don’t think I can? Think again the governor happens to be a very good friend of mine, we’ve even went out for drinks a few times, so, are you going to let me through or should I make a phone call?”

I glare at him as I walk to stand beside Lou and he asks, “What did you tell him?” I shrug, “Told him the governor was a friend of mine, which isn’t a lie.” He nods before I continue, “I also told him we went out to drinks a few times, but I technically didn’t lie, I never said we went together.”

Lou looks at me and chuckles before I go up to the glass remembering the situation. I feel tears cloud my vision as I watch Steve try not to panic. I look at the doctor who presses the little button so they can’t hear us, “Who are you?” I frown, “Danny’s my brother, and Steve is my boyfriend.” He nods, “I’m doing everything that I can to make sure he makes it through this.” I nod and wipe away a tear, “Thank you doctor.”

He turns back and presses the button and my breath gets caught in my throat as I watch the numbers on the screen plummet. Steve looks up frantic and stares when he sees me, “Y/N/N, what are you doing here!?” I grit my jaw and know where he’s going, “Don’t even try this Steven because I will win, I’m here and I’m staying here you focus on what you’re doing in there and I’ll be here when you get out.”

He looks at me torn and then back at Danny before nodding and looking to the doctor. I gag as Steve digs his finger into my brothers body. I hold my stomach and whisper shout, “You little boogers stop making mommy sick.”

I turn back around and watch with teary eyes as my brother stabilizes. I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and cry a sigh of relief but frown as I turn around to see Lou yelling at the guy that had stopped me earlier. I walk up to them and lay a hand on Lou’s shoulder, “What’s going on?”

“He wants to blow a hole into the wall over there!”

I gulp hard weighing the pros and cons knowing that there is no way we would get them out in time unless we tried. I bite my lip and Lou looks at me telling me the decision is mine, “Do it. If it’s the only way to get them all out alive, do it.” He nods before prepping everything. I run to the window and yell at Steve, “Steve!” He turns to me quickly and I continue, “Get as far away from the wall as you can, it’s coming down!” He nods before Junior and Tani help him move Danny back to the bedroom.

I almost scream in frustration at the size of the hole remembering something Lou did in Chicago. “Lou!” He turns to me and I grab his arm, “The wall, the axe, please! I would do it but Steve would really kill me then.” He nods before disappearing knowing what I meant.

I watch as they rush Danny out of there and cry as they force the other three to stay in for another two hours. I know I can’t win that fight and I look between Steve and Danny before I make eye contact with Steve and sign I love you to him before running after Danny.

I pace the waiting room and look up as Eric gets off the phone with my sister. I get up and walk over to him, “Hey, it’s going to be okay.” He spins around and pulls me into a hug, “Yeah, I know Auntie.” I chuckle and pull away, “Danny’s a tough son of bitch, he’ll pull through.”

I look up as Steve, Tani, and Junior walk in with worried expressions on their faces. I run to Steve and latch onto him and bury my face in his shirt as his arms wrap around me.

“No offense Steve but what is up with that haircut?”

My head snaps to Lou as everyone agrees that it’s not the best look and I throw them a look before running a hand over his buzzcut, “Don’t worry babe, I like it, it’s sexy.” He looks at me with a smile and squeezes my hip as everyone in the room laughs and shakes their heads.

I walk into Danny’s room with Steve’s hand in mine before glaring at Danny, “You son of a bitch, what on earth possessed you to get shot on your last day in exile?” He glances at Steve and back at me helpless, “Oh I’m so sorry to inconvenience you sis but you know, had to get another cool scar for the collection.”

I roll my eyes before a smile breaks out on my face as I lean down to give him a hug and Steve decides to break the news to Danny, “And just so you know Danny, we’re even now.” I pull away from Danny with a laugh and nod, “It’s true, you would be dead if it wasn’t for him.”

“You telling me he gave me an organ?”

I laugh at Steve’s face before he deadpans, “No, put I had to shove a finger inside you.” I gag, “Please, don’t ever say that again because if I ever get that image in my head again I may puke.”

They laugh and I gag again before looking at Steve and his eyes widen, “Oh shit! You mean you gotta puke!” I nod my head as Danny throws Steve the bedpan which I gladly accept.

A nurse comes running in and rubs my back, “Are you okay ma’am?” I nod, “Yeah, yeah I’m all good. I’m in my first trimester so the smallest things can send me emptying my stomach contents.”

She nods, “Ahh, yes I’ve been there, don’t worry when you have your baby in your arms everything will be worth it, even the never ending vomit.” I chuckle and thank her as she takes the bedpan to deal with it.

I steal the water from Danny’s tray before taking small sips, “Eww, Y/N/N I drank out of that!” I give him and are you serious look, “Really Danny? We literally have the same DNA and germs don’t bother me, trust me I’ve had my tongue down Steve’s throat enough that I don’t care.” Danny groans, “Oh God please leave I don’t need the images of you two sucking face.”

I chuckle and kiss his cheek before I step back and let Steve say his part. Before we leave I glance at Danny, “Don’t worry bro we’re leaving, we have a lot to catch up on.” I throw Steve a wink at the end sending Danny groaning again before he throws one of the many pillows behind him at me. I catch it and throw it back, “Don’t be a baby, at least you didn’t walk in on us, because that is a memory I will never forget.” Steve looks at me and I scrunch my nose, “I walked in on him and Rachel making Grace.”

Time Skip

I smile as Grace comes running through our front door and tackles me in a hug, “How are my cousins!?” I chuckle and brush her hair out of her face as Charlie comes over and climbs into Steve’s lap, “Yeah, how’s the babies?”

I get up from the couch motioning them to the kitchen. Charlie jumps off Steve’s lap before running to the kitchen with Grace following behind. I take the picture off the fridge and hand it to Grace and point out the twins. She looks at me, “Wow, they’re so small!” I nod with a smile, “Yeah, we won’t be able to make out actual baby shapes for a few weeks yet.” She nods before looking at Steve and I, “Are you and Uncle Steve going to find out the genders?” I glance at Steve as he comes to stand beside me as Grace shows the ultrasound to Charlie and tries to explain that the babies are ‘the grains of rice’, “I’m not sure Gracie, we haven’t really talked about it but I think we will.” Grace nods, “You should do a gender reveal party…oooo I can do itttt!”

I laugh and pick Charlie up as he asked to put the picture back on the fridge, “That’s a good idea but Tani is gonna have to help because she already claimed the right to plan a gender reveal party.”

She shrugs, “That’s fine Aunt Tani has cool ideas.”

She spins around as Tani just so happens to walk back in with Junior, “Why thank you, but can I ask what ideas I have?”

Grace smiled and gave her a quick hug before telling her, “Gender reveal party.” Tani claps her hands and squeals, “You decided to have one!?” I sigh our a laugh, “I don’t know Tani we were discussing possibilities.” She pouts, “Well, you should have one…I may or may not have already started buying things.” I lean into Steve, “I told you Steve and I have to talk about it!”

The girls roll their eyes before groaning out a whatever in unison. I perk up when Lou comes in with a protesting Danny, “Stop doting on me I’m not a child! I got shot in the chest not the fricking heart!” Everyone groans as we’ve been dealing with his yelling and complaining for almost a week. I turn and grab Steve’s shoulders and shake him, “Please tell me you can take him back, because Danny sitting is more torturous than getting bamboo shoved under my nails!”

Danny scoffs at me, “Hey!” I spin around and glare at him, “Oh don’t you dare scoff at me Williams because I swear to God I will slip a sedative into your fucking water!” I take a breath as Danny stares at me, “Well then, someone is in a bad mood. What did you do Steve?”

Steve threw his hands up, “Why does someone always think I’m the one that gets her irritated!?” Everyone looks at him knowing he does it a lot without realizing it. I take his side this time and pat his arm, “Relax babe it wasn’t you, I’ve just been extremely moody, and hungry….speaking of do we still have pickles?”

I go on the hunt for pickles as everyone watches and chuckles before looking at me disgusted and surprised as I pull mayonnaise and pickles out of the fridge as well as some bread from the pantry. Danny scrunches his nose, “What. The. Hell. Are. You. Doing.?” I slather a piece of bread in mayonnaise and line it with pickles before slapping another piece of bread on top and taking a bite, “Aww yeah that hits the spot.”

Steve shakes his head still disgusted before explaining to everyone, “Newest craving, she puts mayonnaise and pickles on just about everything nowadays.” Junior nods, “Oh yeah, I’ve seen her put mayonnaise on waffles.”

I shrug, “Hey, don’t judge. I’m just listening to Steve’s kids, they’re the ones that want it.” He looks at me and shakes his head, “Oh nuh uh, don’t go pinning this on me, they’re half you too. And I recall you having an obsession with mayonnaise before you got pregnant it just got a lot worse after you got pregnant.”

I shrug and finish the last bite of my sandwich, “Touché.”

I put everything away before clapping my hands, “Okay, who wants pizza!?”

Everyone stares at me and I sigh, “I’m pregnant I could eat all day and still be hungry. Steve, order pizza.”

He grabs his phone and sighs, “Okay babe.”

I look at everyone as they look between me and Steve.

“What?”

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