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chaoticloving · 1 year

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Hello! hope youre doing good!! I was wondering if you could write something about how Harry and Y/n just had to leave each other for work and Harry has an interview the next day and he's a little grumpy?? love SOH so much!!

Management

harry styles x reader (soh masterlist)

summary: harry wants to get back at one of his managers for what he said about his relationship with y/n, which makes for an interesting interview.

warnings: heavy allusions to sex, slut-shaming, and just lhh being the best protective bf ever

a/n: may have taken a bit further than grumpy…love lhh <3

The hotel was perfect: isolated, glamorous, and private. That’s why it was every celebrity’s dream. But to Y/n and Harry, it was their relationship’s paradise.

Y/n had a series of interviews lined up in Montreal and Harry just so happened to be able to fake sick long enough for the Montreal radio interview to be pushed back to an incredible two days. Two days was a lot for them, normally they’d have a phone call, a couple of hours, or even a day if lucky. But two days ment that they could spend the night together, and because One direction flew in on the red eye flight, they could get two.

When Harry checked in with the rest of the band, he went straight to his room, changed to pajamas and a sweatshirt with a hood, and left to room 2089, her room.

Harry got a little queezy on the trip up; his fear of heights combined with his lack of sleep and flying sickness didn’t make for a great combo. He just really needed some sleep.

He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.

Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.

“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”

“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”

They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.

The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.

Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.

He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.

“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.

Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.

“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”

“What?!”

“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.

When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“

“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”

“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.

“That is not true you asshole!”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.

“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“

“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”

Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”

“That’s unfair-“

“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.

“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”

“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”

Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.

During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.

Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.

As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.

“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.

An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.

“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.

“A shag?”

“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”

“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.

“Anyone in particular?”

“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”

One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.

“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”

“That bloody fucker—“

“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.

“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”

“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”

The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.

Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.

“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.

The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.

“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”

“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”

Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.

She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.

“He’d probably drop me after that.”

“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.

Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.

“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”

“Really?” Y/n asked.

“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.

“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”

“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”

“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”

“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”

“He?”

“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”

“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”

“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“

“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”

Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.

“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”

“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.

“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.

“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”

“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”

“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”

“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”

“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”

“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”

“Night, love.”

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swiftieblyth · 1 month

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Troublesome Twin

Warning list-

hunger games warning, abusive family, mother died in childbirth with the twins, Arachne, Coriolanus Snow, Dr. Gaul, violence, and murder.

I think that’s all, let me know if there’s more!

word count-1,231

The alarm started blaring in the arena and Lucy Gray ran towards Jessup. Y/N squeezed Coryo’s hand no words came from her mouth as she watched in fear.

“What are you doing?” Coryo whispered. “Run.”

Y/N and Coryo watched as Lucy Gray ran to Jessup, avoiding near brutal, gorey death. Y/N was terrified for Lucy Gray and exhausted and in pain from her wounds. “Go, go, go.” She was able to get out, only loud enough for Coryo to barely be able to hear her.

He ran his thumb across Y/N’s hand in hopes to calm her down. Wanting to take her fear away as his own so she can rest, and properly help heal her injuries.

“They’ve gone underground very quickly, but we’re prepared for this.” Lucky explained. “What you’re seeing now is a live feed of security cameras.”They watched as Lucy Gray and Jessupp ran away from Coral and her group in the tunnels. “Hy and Sol from the other side, pincering in on Lucy Gray.”

Everyone sat in silence as everything stopped. The tributes were either dead or hiding, or with Coral and her group.

“To the children watching, that was violent, horrific, and disgusting. Ms. Phipps, please, if you’re going to vomit, do it off camera.Thirteen tributes remain. Reaper still looming large on top of the charts while Coral and her Pack try to make a play. Six tributes gone in minutes. If they keep it up at this pace, we’re gonna be outta here in no time.

It had been a few hours of nothing as everyone sat in anticipation for what was to come next.

Y/N was growing tired with every second, and in more pain as her medicine was wearing off. She leaned on Coryo and let out a small moan.

“Are you okay?” Coryo whispered, fear in his voice. “What can I do for you?”

“My lungs hurt.” Y/N whispered. “And I’m really tired.”

“You should get some rest.” Coryo cooed, wrapping an arm around her, and pulling her to his chest. “I’ll watch and make sure nothing happens. You need to take care of yourself.”

“No!” Y/N weakly protested. “I’m supposed to help you! I need to watch her to make sure she’s okay!”

“No, love.” Coryo softly ordered. Let me watch her. You’ll be helping me by resting. You need sleep. I need you to be okay, yeah?”

“Okay,” Y/N breathed, laying down and leaning into Coryo’s chest.

“I love you my darling.”

“I love you too.”

“Now, these record high temperatures aren’t doing that fire that continues to burn out here in District 9 any favors. I’ll keep an eye on it. In District 10, this warm front is gonna come down and collide here, squeezing out some drizzle. And finally, in District 12, a…” Lucky was cut off by a tribute brutally murdering Marcus.

“What happened?” Y/N asked, looking up at Coryo.

“Nothing, my love,” he replied, bringing her back to his chest. Knowing her medications make her emotional right now. “Lucy Gray’s still hiding. She’s okay. Get some sleep.”

“Cold pressure system’s gonna swoop on in, bringing cooler temperatures and some much needed relief to our coal miners out there, at least until early evening. That’s the weather. Was it mercy? Was it murder? Either way, that’s what happens when you do stuff. You get attention. Citizens send you money. Now, once they get your money, the mentor can choose to send in food or water using our newly developed drones from the war, reprogrammed with facial recognition. This ensures that your package goes directly to your tribute.” Lucky continued.

Coryo watched as Y/N peacefully slept in his arms, her peaceful breathing soothing him as he waited for Lucy Gray to make her next move.

“You can’t save her by watching her.” Coryo heard, looking up to see Dean highbottom. “What do you want from that girl?”

“Nothing.” Coryo let out, careful not to wake Y/N up. “I want her to live.”

“Mmm. And the Plinth Prize would be a happy coincidence, I suppose.” “I believe I’d be entitled to it.”

“Of course you do. Of course you do. The prize, the girl,” the dean stated, motioning to Y/N sleeping on Coryo’s arms. “Hmm, how convenient. You don’t have to choose between them. Who do you think makes that final decision for the prize you so covet, Mr. Snow? Wake up. Even if Lucy Gray Baird somehow wins this, I will do everything in my power to ensure that you don’t see a dime. So, ask yourself, how much do you care if Lucy Gray wins now? Either way you can’t save your love from being taken from you.”

“I will fight to keep Y/N safe from harm until the day I die.”

It was the middle of the night and Coryo and Y/N were the only ones still there. Y/N was still asleep from her ‘nap’ that she was going to take, and Coryo fell asleep holding her, his head resting on her head.

“Mr. Snow,” Dr. Gaul ordered.

“What happened?” Coryo asked, jumping awake, waking Y/N up.

“What is it?” She asked, bolting awake. “Is Lucy Gray okay?”

“She’s fine for now, my dear,” Dr. Gual replied, a bit softer as she talked to her god-daughter. “But, unless you can put your deluded classmate on a leash, she might be dead as far as you're concerned.”

“Sejanus?” Coryo asked, as they both looked at the screen to see Sejanus with Marcus’s dead body.

“Marcus was killed?” Y/N asked.

“He was my love,” Coryo cooed, as tears came to her eyes. “Hey, look at me,” he cooed, pressing his forehead to hers. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He wasn’t going to make it through the games anyway honey. He was already on death's door.”

“I’m sorry,” Y/N breathed, as the tears rushed down her face. “The medicine is making me emotional.”

“I know, I know my love. It’s okay.” Coryo cooed, wiping the tears away with the pad of his thumb, looking to Dr. Gaul. “What’s he doing?”

“Bread crumbs. I believe sustenance for a fallen comrade on his final journey. A District 2 superstition. I’ll work on finding the Peacekeeper he bribed to get him in, and cut out their tongue. In the meantime, I need someone to get him out right now.”

“You should send PeaceKeepers in.” Coryo explained, holding Y/N close to him to comfort her.

“Only to have him bolt and hide like a rabbit? Felix Ravinstill is fighting for his life in the hospital, Mr. Snow. I will not have these rebels make a further mockery of my Games. Anyone sees us lose control of this arena, it might as well be sounding a horn to the districts to revolt. You choose to be friends with this radical. You want him to end the Games tonight?”

“It’ll look a lot worse if the tributes kill two of us.” Coryo let out.

“So don’t let them.” Dr. Gaul ordered. Who knows? You get him out unscathed, I’ll whisper your name in his father’s ear. You still want that Plinth Prize, don’t you? Keep my god-daughter safe? I’ll freeze the feed for an hour. I estimate that’s all we have until the people notice.”

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ivystoryweaver · 2 months

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Spectre

A Moon Knight Halloween Love Story

Event #9: Little Shop of Horrors

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Summary: Steven is pulled to the front, but for once, it's not Marc panicking. You venture into town in search of a certain disappeared shop.

Pairing this chapter: Marc Spector x f!reader, Steven Grant x f!reader (Jake is mentioned)

Word count: 3.5k

Content: angst, nightmare, anxiety attack, hurt-ish/comfort, domestic fluff-ish, romance, cuddling, kissing, mentions of death and dead body, exposition galore, not beta'd

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PREVIOUSLY on Spectre…

Only you were here, with him.

“I’ve got you,” he promised again, and again.

You remained. You were real.

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You fell asleep on top of Marc in his favorite chair. The passionate interlude between you literally wore you out. He held you, contentedly, for a long while. The weight of your body - the solid realness of you soothed him like nothing else could. Not after these empty, aching months without you.

In your sleep, you started to shiver. Feeling like he should warm you up, he decided to carry you up to bed. He pulled the hoodie back over your head, which roused you slightly, before tucking you securely under the covers. Finding his joggers, he pulled them over his hips before climbing into bed beside you.

Marc wasn’t tired at all, but he wasn’t about to leave your side.

An hour passed. You slept the whole time.

“How are you here?” Marc whispered, unable to tear his eyes from your profile - from the petal softness of your lips as you drew each breath of life.

Finally, he decided to creep down to the kitchen for a glass of water, and to retrieve Jeremiah. He remembered that you seemed to want the little guy in your presence at all times.

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You were dreaming.

Marc crying at your grave.

Steven taking tea with a sweet little lady on Main Street.

Jake banging his fists against his steering wheel in anguish.

It had to be a dream, because only dreams could conjure images so bizarre.

Steven was somehow now…in the fish tank? Unable to breathe. Trapped.

Marc fell into the earth, inside a waiting casket.

No!

Jake lit a cigarette - he hadn’t smoked in years - and pulled his cap down so low it almost covered his dark, accusing eyes.

“You didn’t tell me,” he spat. His car filled with a dangerous amount of smoke, burning your lungs, as if the whole car were catching fire.

“You didn’t even tell me you were coming to see me!” He growled, flinging the still-burning cigarette at your face…

…which pulled a scream from your lungs and woke you up.

In reality, your dream scream was only as loud as a whimper.

You were in your bedroom. Alone.

No.

Were you trapped here again?

Frantically touching yourself all over, you tried to convince yourself that you were here, that you were real. But where was Marc?

You called for him.

“Marc!” You screamed, scrambling out of bed, but feeling the covers tangling around you, holding you captive.

“Marc? Marc!”

You started gasping for air, your chest heaving as you hyperventilated.

"I’m here!” He called, sprinting into the bedroom with Jeremiah under his arm and a glass of water in his hand. Carefully placing the items on the night stand, he practically leapt across the bed to gather you into his arms. “I’m here, I’m right here,” he soothed, his heart shattering as you struggled to regulate your breathing.

Grasping your arms, he knelt with you on the bed, staring directly into your eyes. “Sweetheart, listen to my voice. You’re having a panic attack. You’re okay, you’re safe.” He nodded encouragingly, his handsome face the very essence of empathy and tenderness. “I’ve got you. I know how these feel. I know you’re scared, but you’re safe.”

He looked for any indication that you were understanding him.

Gripping your hand, he pulled your palm flat against his bare chest. “Breathe with me, okay? Gotta slow down. Remember you’ve done this with me a hundred times. Breathe in…” He watched you hiccup and gasp to take a deep breath in, finding a new appreciation for you, having never experienced this side of an anxiety attack before.

“That’s my girl,” he soothed, nodding at you with the softest smile. “Now out, blow your lips like this.” Tears streamed down your cheeks as you shakily exhaled. “There you go. Now in, with me… And out.”

The two of you worked together to slow your breathing until you sagged against him, sobbing.

“I’m so sorry,” he soothed, rocking you back and forth as you slumped into his lap. “I was only gone for a minute. Just long enough to get Jeremiah and a glass of water. I was here the whole time.”

What you couldn’t explain to him just yet was - you didn’t mind crying. The flood of panic and tears made you feel alive. The way he held you protectively against the heat of his bare chest was reason enough to live.

“It’s okay,” you whimpered several minutes later, murmuring against his throat as he held you securely. "I'm not upset with you. I-I had a nightmare and I woke up really confused. I was just hoping I’m really still here with you.”

“You’re here with me,” he assured you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. "You're here. I've got you."

"Please just hold me," you whispered, nuzzling into his neck, feeling like you couldn't get close enough to him. After several encounters as a spectre, you simply could not get your fill of feeling your partner warm and close to you. "Talk to me - I want to hear your voice."

Easing down, Marc pulled you with him, keeping you half on top of him, pressed and molded to his body at every possible point. Your legs tangled together as his mouth sought yours out.

Fully aware that you'd asked to hear his voice, he gave you the warmth of his breath and the heat of his tongue instead. You melted into his kiss as he tasted you.

You went limp in his arms - his strong embrace such a comfort even as your body bloomed alive with desire. His hand cupped your cheek as your lips parted, granting you a gentle smile as he stared deeply into your eyes.

"What do you want me to talk about?" He gently questioned, tracing your lips with his fingers before dragging them down over your throat. Before allowing you to answer, he pressed his fingertips to your pulse point. "Your heart is racing."

"I know," you breathed, smiling at him sweetly. "I just keep trying to believe I'm here - that we're here together."

“You’re here, and Jeremiah’s here. And the three stooges are here too, just downstairs in the tank,” he gently teased, referring to the rest of your fish. “And they’re not the only ones here.”

Easing back, he swallowed, considering his next words. “Steven almost confused your anxiety attack with one of mine so he’s…well, he’s here too.”

“Steven?” You whispered, your eyes shining with love and awe. “He can hear me?”

Marc nodded. “It…well, it doesn’t usually happen like this, but…he really wants to…I-I’m not trying to leave you - "

“It’s okay,” you eagerly nodded. “Whatever you and Steven think is best. I trust you.”

Almost imperceptibly, the wrinkle between Marc’s eyebrows relaxed as his brown eyes went wide.

“Steven?” You breathlessly whispered, brushing your fingers over his cheek.

“What’s all this then?” Steven blinked, trying to get his bearings - to understand how you could possibly be here, in his arms. He had witnessed some of the interaction between Marc and you already, but actually feeling you against him was quite another thing. “Not back in the Duat, am I?”

“No,” you tearfully laughed out. “No, we’re here, at home. I’m here with you, somehow. I don’t know how. I woke up this morning with Marc.”

"Alive as you ever were, it seems," he breathed out, running his fingertips over any skin he could reach - your cheek, your lips, your throat, warm brown eyes shining with wonder. "Bloody amazin'. Can't believe I'm not dreaming."

"I know," you agreed, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a fierce hug. "I can feel you, Steven. Just like we wished."

Eagerly accepting your hug, he kissed your hair. "Missed you so much, my love."

You held onto one another for a few indulgent moments as Steven pressed sweet kisses to your neck and jaw, making you shiver with desire and your heart burn with love.

"You're not hurt though, darling?" He murmured. "Thought Marc was panicking there, but - it was you?"

As he eased back, his eyes darkened with worry, raking over the contours of your face, remembering every single inch that had threatened to escape his memory in the months you were departed.

"Just had a little nightmare. Much better now," you sweetly smiled at him.

You spent the next several minutes in Steven's arms, simply trying to explain the last several hours between you and Marc, and possibly sort out how you could be here.

He filled you in on the odd happenings - anything Marc hadn't already shared, including the mysterious Ms. Marjorie and her disappearing shop.

While Marc had taken care of you physically - easing you into your first moments alive with gentle, adoring touches, taking care of you as you cleaned up, dressing you, cooking with you and finally giving in to your desperate desire for one another -

Steven was there for you to talk things through. It wasn't that you desired Steven any less. It was only about timing. You had only been alive for the last few hours, and you weren't entirely sure if you would stay that way.

Steven was there to puzzle it out with you, patiently, eagerly and sweetly. He suggested that the two of you venture into town. He honestly wanted to see if Ms. Marjorie would be there. He had no reason to believe she would be, but since you had reappeared, maybe there was a chance. He felt like she might have some answers.

And even if the elder woman wasn't connected to you in some way, he still wanted her to meet you.

You and Steven shared a brief discussion about what you might tell the townspeople, who thought you were dead and buried in Green Lawn Cemetery. Most of them had attended your funeral, mourned you, and had spent weeks and even months looking after Marc, Steven and Jake.

You decided to cross that bridge when you came to it. There might be no time to wait around the house only to disappear again. So you grabbed Marc's favorite black baseball cap, pulled your hood over your head and - hand in hand, you and Steven made the short trek to downtown.

"Must be overwhelming for you, love," Steven sympathized, sweetly squeezing your hand as you walked together.

"Marc said the same thing," you let him know, smiling over at him. "I feel okay right now." Even as you courageously shuffled along beside your partner, you gripped his hand, your anchor.

Autumn breeze swirled around you, kissing your cheeks with its faint sting - the aroma of cinnamon and clove invading your senses and making your mouth water.

"You'll let me know, though, won't you? If it's too much? If we need to go back home?" Steven slung his arm around you and hugged you close, understanding how out of sorts you must feel. He'd felt something similar a hundred times at least - being forced to front with no notice.

You assured him that you would tell the truth if you felt overwhelmed. But nothing more happened before your stroll came to an abrupt halt - interrupted by the hand painted sign of the most adorable shop.

"Mystic Delights and Other Charming Novelties"

"I knew it," Steven gasped, making a beeline for the shop's door, pausing long enough to practically drag you by the hand to a little old woman leaning against the counter, reading a paper.

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"Ms. Marjorie, is that you?" Steven asked, clearly shocked to see her.

Ms. Marjorie, however did not look surprised in the least. She slowly lowered her newspaper, adjusting her glasses before carefully eyeing the couple before her. A blind man could see you two were in love.

"Mr. Grant - what a match you two are," she almost neutrally observed, as if stating a mundane fact.

Steven glanced at you curiously before turning back to the mysterious woman. "Ms. Marjorie, why...how are you here?"

The older woman smirked slightly. "Why, Mr. Grant, I work here, don't I?"

"Um, no, actually. I mean, I've been looking for you and you haven't been 'round here. No one was." Steven sheepishly shrugged, realizing he wasn't making much sense. Clearly the woman was here, and so was her shop.

"Wait a minute. Is this shop even...real? And does your presence...have something to do with her?" He gestured toward you before reaching for your hand. "This is my partner. The one I told you about. But you don't seem surprised at all to see either of us."

Ms. Marjorie finally cracked a smile. "Clever boy. I figured you would be the one to puzzle it out. Perhaps you'll have some tea and biscuits with me while I explain a few things."

"That would be nice, Ms. Marjorie, thank you," you finally chimed, with a warm smile, thrusting out your hand and reciting your name.

"What a pleasure to meet you, my dear."

After ushering the two of you to the back office kitchenette, Ms. Marjorie showed you and Steven to the small table where he’d shared tea with her before - the first day they met. Without a hurry in the world, she started the kettle and rummaged around for her mother’s tea set before finally speaking.

“Now I suppose you'd like to know why your partner is here with us, in solid form - but I'm not going to tell you just yet.” She opened a cabinet door, reaching for a tin of biscuits and three small plates. “My story begins months ago - on an unusually warm spring evening.”

“The night I died,” you ventured a guess, eyeing Steven sympathetically as he squeezed your hand.

“Murdered, weren't you?” Ms. Marjorie curiously questioned.

“Yes ma’am, I was.”

“By an evil man, if I'm not mistaken,” she confirmed, with a nod. “But here I've gone and gotten ahead of myself.” The older woman quieted as she distributed a few biscuits to each plate, removing the kettle from the flame just as the whistle blew. She spoke not another word until the tea was poured and the table set with sugar, non-dairy cream and even a few cucumber sandwiches.

“You and I have a bit of ancestry in common, my dear,” she informed, pouring each of you a cup of tea.

“We’re…related?” you inquired, taking a bite of your biscuit.

Ohhhh, man, did that taste good. You shoved the whole thing in your mouth, reaching for the second before Ms. Marjorie even finished serving the tea.

“It’s not so much that we’re blood related,” Ms. Marjorie answered. “No, it's much more…mystical than that. You see,” she chuckled, wiping her hands on a cloth napkin, “Well, I might as well come out with it. I'm a witch.”

Steven looked at her like she had three heads, but it was you who spoke up. “A witch? Ms. Marjorie, really.”

“It's okay, love, let her talk,” Steven gently prompted, squeezing your hand across the table.

“Yes, that's it, I'm a witch,” she repeated, situating herself in the table’s third chair and taking a sip of tea. “And you, my dear, have witch blood running through your veins.”

Oh, well, that pretty much explained things for Steven. He'd seen tons of paranormal happenings in his life. He knew witches were real and that magic could hurt people, although not all witches had magic powers. Some were simply children of nature. His guess was that Ms. Marjorie must be a magical witch.

You, however, glanced incredulously between Steven and the strange woman who just informed you that you were part witch.

Ms. Marjoie took Steven’s nod of encouragement as a sign to continue. “My dear, your grandmother dabbled in a bit of witchcraft herself, if you can believe it.”

You gasped. “You knew Grandmother?”

“I did. You see, she was my cousin. Well - my second cousin. Our mothers were cousins.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You had a living relative? After thinking you were completely orphaned in the world after your parents died and you came to this town to live with your grandmother, who had now also passed.

“Y-you mean…that would make us, um - "

“Distant cousins,” Ms. Marjorie replied, moving the story along. “At any rate - the night you were…well, attacked, I was summoned.”

You shook your head, confused. “Summoned?”

“My dear cousin cried out to me for help and I answered,” she responded, as if her answer was the most sensible thing in the world. “I saw you on Main Street, stopping to walk into the drug store when a man grabbed you.”

Ms. Marjorie shook her head ruefully, setting her teacup back in its saucer. "My family were church-going folks and did not take kindly to the thought of witches and magic and such. So I never became much of a practicing witch. But the power was so strong in me - you see, I knew I was different from a young age. That night, as I watched you struggling for breath, I cast my first spell. Or - my first life-or-death spell, of that magnitude."

She laughed, pointedly looking toward you. "My apologies for royally messing up your afterlife."

"I-I don't understand," you murmured, completely entranced by this woman's tale.

With a deep breath, she pressed on. "I cast a spell to keep you from harm; I wished for you to have a long and happy life with someone who would truly love you. I believe I used the phrase, 'your one, true love.'

"What I didn’t know is that you were already dead by the time I chanted the words. My amateur spell had just enough power to keep you from passing into eternity, but not enough power to bring you back to life. That's why you’ve been stuck all this time, just like Sleeping Beauty, waiting for her prince to come to the tower and rescue her."

"Ms. Marjorie, a-are you saying that Marc, o-or Steven or even Jake brought me back to life?" you questioned, your wide eyes blinking curiously.

"Indeed I am, my dear. Once true love found you, you were saved, just as I had wished those months ago."

"But she’s been gone for months. Why did she not come back to life until now?" Steven curiously inquired.

"A very good question," Ms. Marjorie answered. “Perhaps this is the time of year when the veil between the living and the dead is the most…accessible. Halloween, Day of the Dead, All Saint's Day, All Souls Day - any way you slice it - souls roam freely for these few nights.

"I can only assume that you saw her and she was drawn to you when you were both ready," the elder woman went on. "As soon as you realized it and embraced it, she was able to come back to life but only the next time she appeared. The spell was broken and you are as alive as you were those months ago."

"I'm sorry, darling," Steven breathed, his eyes darkening with sorrow. "I'm sorry I couldn’t see you before."

You smiled sympathetically, rubbing your thumb over his knuckles. "You've given me the most beautiful gifts, Steven - life and love. You have nothing to be sorry for."

"But I should have known…and then you would have - "

"No," you shook your head. "Don't do that. Everything worked out.”

Ms. Marjorie watched the two of you with admiration, pouring each of you another cup of tea from the kettle. "What you just said is more true than you know.," she informed. “My dear, their love brought you to life and you'll stay alive as long as they live, and as long as they love you."

Steven gasped, unable to believe what he was hearing. "Are you s-sure? I mean, what if - what If I live a really long time? Or die next week?"

"I'm sure," she said, with a reassuring nod. “Her witch ancestry can give her a long life, not to mention the spell I cast. You two are stuck together, literally, until death does you part. Hope you don't mind, my dears."

But Steven was bursting with questions.

"Ms. Marjorie, why does she look the same? What happened to her body?”

"When I cast the spell on her," Ms. Marjorie explained, leaning forward on her elbows, "It's like I froze time for her. She is exactly the same as the night she died, except no longer in her old body."

She turned to you, smiling softly. “Their love essentially made you…materialize, just as they perceived you to be. I really don't know a better way to explain it. I'm certainly no scientist."

"So my body is…out there somewhere?" You questioned, feeling a bit queasy at the thought of your own corpse. "Ms. Marjorie, you said that you witnessed my murder, isn't that right?" you added, your brain switching gears.

She nodded.

"So, what happened after I, um…died? What did the man do? What did you do?"

“Exactly,” Steven chimed, a bit accusingly. “Why didn’t you come forward? Why didn’t you notify the police?”

She smiled wryly. “The answer to that question is beyond the scope of this conversation. But if you think on it - it’ll come to you.”

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r3starttt · 3 months

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Amoeba

a/n: third part of don’t delete the kisses (lmk if you noticed the Dina x Ellie reference 🤞)

pt.1 | pt.2 | pt.4

Warnings: a little bit of angts(? lots of fluff. homophobia. mentions of suicide.

“Between the gasps, I was swimming laps”

Echo chambers inside a neighborhood

In centerfold, humility’s shown

You’re not as good as what your mama’s sewn

Nobody yet everything, a pool to shed your memory

Could you say you’ve been tired? You haven’t called your family twice

I can hope tonight goes differently, but I show up to the party just to leave

The delicious and soft aroma of sweet bread wakes you up. Before you can even open your eyes properly, you feel your stomach growl. How much have you been sleeping for?

The warm of the sun coming from a big window besides you doesn’t help as you try hard to open your eyes. You rub them, yawning and stretching your legs.

It was probably the first time since you moved to this place that you didn’t felt exhausted.

You grabbed your phone to check the time, it was 10:30 am. How on earth could you slept for so long? you usually don’t make it pass 9 am, your body simply wakes you up and once your eye open there’s no way to feel tired enough to go back to sleep.

“Did I wake you up?” Ellie’s voice bring you back to reality, you finally turn around, there’s two plates on top of the kitchens counter with what seemed like hotcakes in them. Your heart felt like melting. “No… did you just cook our breakfast? How long have you been awake?”

Still a little bit sleepy you stood up from the couch you’ve slept in last night. Giving slow dizzy steps towards the counter and sitting on one of the few chair that were along it.

“Not too long, probably an hour” you could only see her back and her messy hair as she looked trough the many cabinets of the kitchen “what’re you looking for?” “The fucking maple syrup! I literally bough it like… three days ago”

“I bet you forgot it at the store” a sleepy chuckle came out of your mouth, already craving the very tasty hotcakes displayed in front of you.

“No I didn’t, I’m not that stupid” just before you could speak back she found it, whispering a ‘yessss’

She turned around and sat next to you, covering her plate with and exaggerated amount of syrup “That’s a lot” “it’s not” “it is”

Probably she was just as hungry as you were because none of you spoke again último both plates were empty, not even a crumb left.

“No, lemme do it” you pushed her away from the sink, she’d already done more than enough by cooking something for both “Why did you wake up so early? Didn’t you say how your day started like…. suuuper late?” with your hands you lifted both sleeves of your sweater, starting to wash the dishes.

“Couldn’t really sleep” she replied, almost too fast “Why?” she stood in silence for some seconds before explaining “It’s gonna sound super cheesy, just forget it”

“Now I really wanna know” you laughed “Did you dream of me? Of us? Did you marry me and started the most pretty cliche life with me?” she groaned

“Actually yeah, but you were so different…. and we were younger too” could it be? “did I have the same name?” you glazed at her quickly, but enough time to see her sudden change of expression “How’d you know?”

“I’ve had the same dreams, I freaked out when I first met you” you could hear the way the chair moved abruptly, her footsteps getting closer to you

“It made me feel nostalgic” her figure finally appeared on the corner of your eye, you were about to finish cleaning the last glass “and you haven’t even got to the best part” the sarcasm on your voice made her feel so confused,

Were you being serious right now? “What does that even mean?” her arms rested on the counter, watching you clean the glass “I’m not gonna spoil you our failed romance, just go to sleep and you’ll see” “You’re fucking with me” her hand slapped your shoulder slightly “I’m not! You’ll see what I mean tonight” all dishes now clean, how convenient.

“Is this what you meant yesterday? Is that why you asked me about-“

“Yes, but you don’t believe in those things, it’s fine”

“We’ve really met before then? Isn’t creepy?”

“Not really, I mean, not literally”

“You think we are soulmates then?”

You shrugged

Wooden floor sounding loudly as you walked to a small coffee table where you’d put all your bags the day before. Everything you’d bought and everything Ellie had insisted on buying you. There were just a few bags, you didn’t want to carry much.

“I can’t believe you suddenly believe in all this” you chuckled “well, we both dreamt about it. It’ll be too creepy if it was just a coincidence or something” she was just following you through the apartment, walking behind you whenever you moved.

“Have any plans for today?” you we’re hoping she didn’t, it would’ve been cute to stay all day with her, or maybe go out again. But she nodded, she did have plans for today.

“Gotta go see my parents, family reunion or some shit” you hummed “then I’ll go already, I don’t want you to be late or anything”

“I won’t”

“You know if you bring a girl this is over” Ellie’s mom looked furious. Her dad was just sitting besides her, trying to calm her wife down and trying to convince Ellie to stay a little more to properly talk.

But both of them were so stubborn and easily blinded by anger. No one could really intervene once they started shouting at each other.

“What’s the matter with it? I’ve been a fucking perfect child for this entire family but I’m not allowed to do one thing for myself?” she was so mad, her fists tightening more and more every time her mother spoke back.

“You are, just….not something like this” her mom finally calmed down, sitting besides her husband and staring back at Ellie with the must blank expression ever. it was infuriating.

“We’ll it’s either her or you two, and I’m not gonna quit to my life anymore just to please you” the whole room stood in silence. Everyone could fill the tension but it was completely quiet.

“Then don’t ever dare to come back”

This words made everyone feel disgusted, an unexplainable shiver running trough the ambience, touching every inch of skin of those present.

“No… shit, mom I’m sorry alright? I just” the knot of tears forming on her throat didn’t allow her to speak properly “what am I supposed to do? why can’t you accept it?”

“Get a man Ellie, grow up and start acting like an adult”

“Why not a woman? If it’s about the money, she’s rich alright? She has a great job, she lives in my same building, you know it’s not-“

“She lives there?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck.

“You’ll find another place then. I don’t want you to keep talking about this, I trust you’re gonna do the right thing”

You haven’t heard of Ellie since that day in the morning when you left to your apartment. You could hear her when she came back but decided not to bother.

She’d told you about her parents, how they weren’t so supportive now that she’s an adult. She’d told you how much it overwhelmed her the idea of visiting them or just having any type of contact with them.

And it’s not that you could do much about it either. You’d only have one date and knew her for almost two months so far so you weren’t quite sure about how to help or comfort her, also, you didn’t have the time to go and find out right now.

You were busy placing every new decor you’d bough with her and taking the chance to clean everything.

However you were thinking the whole day about her, well, the old Ellie you’ve met somewhere else. Could she have any effect on your new Ellie? on your new relationship?

It gave you anxiety to think about how she’d react when she knew what had happened, if she ever got to see it.

Would she understand? Would she hate you? Would she just ignore it? Would she even let you know If she knew what happened?

And the most darker and cozy the ambience got the more your anxiety grew, because you feared that night came and Ellie could see something that made things change. That maybe it’ll affect her as much as it did to you when you first saw it all.

You feared that the story could somehow repeat again, maybe as a karma type of thing. You feared that not you or her could handle it.

Because you’d wait her forever, you’d do anything for her. But something you did knew and something you were sure about was that whenever someone hurt her, she’d never forget about it, she won’t forgive, not easily.

10 pm

Weird to not have a single text from Ellie, she always sent you dumb stuff or tried to convince you to go with her to work or eat together.

“You haven’t texted me all day. U good?”

“Can you come over? I feel like shit”

“Wanna talk?”

“Just cuddle, hurry”

She’d been sleeping next to you for almost an hour now.

When you came in she didn’t say anything, her eyes looked puffy, her nose and cheeks were slightly red and her hair was a mess.

You decided not to ask any questions, she’ll tell you everything eventually, when she’s ready to talk about it.

You’d been running your hands trough her hair, caressing her back and arms, hugging her tightly and whispering to her how everything will be fine, how you wouldn’t leave her side ever. Reassuring her that you would stay as long as she needed. Until she fell asleep.

So now you were just cuddling with her. Arms around each other’s warm bodies, the whole apartment in complete silence, just Ellie’s heavy breathing as your hands kept on palming and caressing her back.

She started to cry on her sleep, saying random words and murmurs that made no sense. Whispering a bunch of unfinished phrases and letting out small whimpers.

You assumed maybe it was the stress, or whatever situation her parents had put her in some hours ago.

Until you heard your name. Could she be dreaming about the two of you again? Should you wake her up? Was she experiencing what you feared the most? So fast already? Maybe you-

Her eyes opened abruptly, letting out a loud gasp as if she was out of breath.

“Ellie, hey…. I’m here shhh” small pats on her back as she tried to compose herself. She was breathing extremely heavily “What happened?”.

Her eyes met yours and only there you realized about the tears on them, about the sweat on her face making some of her baby hairs stick on her face.

“You’re here” her body practically jumped to yours, embracing you with her arms, tightly “What is it? did you have a nightmare or something? El?” you could practically hear her heart beat, so loud and unsteady. Almost too fast.

She murmured something, her voice was too shaky and teary to speak properly “I don’t wanna lose you”

Your hands ran trough her hair, trying to not panic and make things worse for her. You leaned on her and kissed her head, gently.

“Good….”

“Why’d you do something like that?”

“What do you mean?”

“Leave everyone and everything like that”

“That wasn’t really me, don’t worry ab-“

“Just why? you had so much privilege and fucking friends, I was dating you, we were best friends”

She couldn’t go to sleep after that, she didn’t really tell you about the dream she had but you already knew.

And you thought she’d understand, but maybe you were wrong, maybe she never did and you just convinced yourself about it because you two were in love.

“I felt overwhelmed, I thought you-“

“I feel overwhelmed too but it’ll pass, there no fucking need of killing myself”

Was she being serious? How were you supposed to reply back?

“Is it because of your parents? We don’t need to talk about this if you’re not feeling like”

“No it’s not” it is “and It’s important that we talk about it because that fucking detail just changes everything, how am I supposed to live like this with you knowing you could do it again?”

You’d make her dinner this time, but at this point it wasn’t possible for either of you to even touch the food anymore.

“Did you see what happened after I died?” she nodded, maybe the lack of knowledge was troubling this whole thing. “Is that why you’re mad? I didn’t see it”

You were trying your best to not explode, but you felt like punching her right in the face. How could she speak like this about you? About everything?

How could she be so selfish and stupid right now.

“I’m mad about the whole situation, why’d you leave me and not even talk to me about it? Why didn’t you tell me how you were feeling? Why’d you have to be so selfish? I was left alone after that, your parents moved out of the town.”

So they did take care of her as you’ve asked them to. And she did search for them to have some support as you’ve insisted.

“That was someone else Ellie, things are different here. I won’t leave you, I’m fine”

“How do you know? if we met again is for a reason”

“To actually end together maybe?”

“I don’t think so”

The immediate regret on her face was something you’ve never seen before. But you’re now too focused on your own pain to care.

“You know, the reason of those letters, the reason of why I didn’t died earlier and the reason why I’m here right now, making you fucking dinner Is because I care about you more than I could ever care about myself”

You could feel the salad flavor of tears slowly appearing in your throat. The tears slowly blinding you as rage built in your heart. It was physically painful.

“And it sucks and I know it’s not how any of this should’ve been but it it’s, and we can’t change what we’ve experienced” she stood up from the chair she was eating at, almost running towards you “but I’ve tried over and over again to make us work, and I’m tired of you not understanding. You’re supposed to love me Ellie, why can’t you?”

“I really thought you’d get over it, I really thought you’d understand in this life too. But you always let the anger in you fuck everything”

She tried to hold you, to speak, anything to try and talk and not fuck yo things again. Because you were more than right and she knew it.

“I guess we’ve changed, maybe you’re right snd we are just not meant to be anymore”

“That’s not what I meant! my mom she- they don’t want me to be with you, I’m sorry I’ve been feeling like shit today, please let’s talk Mhm?”

Her hands were on your face, cleaning every tear that ran along your pretty eyes and your pretty nose, along your shaky lips and all the way to your jawline.

But you stopped her, because you didn’t care about any explanation she had now. It was fucking stupid from her to act the way she did and maybe she was right, maybe you two weren’t meant to be.

Maybe it was all an illusion.

“I’m mad at them and you’re right, I let the anger blind me but I’ll promise I’ll control it. Just let’s talk, please” you wouldn’t reply, not verbally or physically and it made her feel so horrible to see you like this.

“She wants me to stay away from you, but I chose you over them. I love you, I really do-“

“I’ll make her a favor then”

Hopefully it was an illusion.

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raffe156 · 1 year

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Escape to the country part 1

Pairing - Price X MC (Tank) F!reader

Summary - Road trip with Price back down to his house for a weekend in the country? Yes please haha oh an Kyle is there too.

A/N -So happy people loved the First part of this storyline like I said was nervous to post it, but so happy with the response! As promised here’s the Road trip and weekend away mentioned in “You broken?” had to write it haha had to be done. It’s turned into a beast so will be in parts 💖

We know Price has a nice house, we just know. Little mood board to help give you the visual. As always feedback encouraged and comments welcomed! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next part!

Escape part 2

Warnings for the whole storyline - 18+, Angst, Language, Alcohol, smoking, mentions of PTSD, mutual pining, fluff, Age gap Relationship feelings, Price (39) reader (Tank, 25) mentions of family, pregnancy, domestic fluff

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters Only Tank

Later chapters- smut,🥵 Masturbation (M+F), fingering, slight possessiveness,

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless

Price was parked up outside the address you had given him, he took a quick look in his rearview mirror he looked tired, but he had been up since 4:30. The drive had only taken 2 and a half hours and the roads were quiet for a Friday morning. He sent you a quick text

“Outside“

He looked up at the house, a large detached Edwardian house he was impressed it was a nice street. He turned the radio up to hear the news while he waited for you.

*****

Was he early? He could have sworn you said you would be ready for 9 am outside with your weekend bag it was getting close to 10 now. Should he knock on and let you know, he was here? He couldn't exactly beep his horn it was early…had he come to the right address? He quickly scrolled through his phone looking at your message, he was at the correct address. Maybe you had slept in late…were still trying to get ready and pack, he was always on at you for being the last to pack your stuff up when you were moving location or maybe…he didn't even want to think it but maybe you had changed your mind and got a better offer to do something else and didn't know how to tell him? Why was his mind racing? He was a practical man. Why did you get him so worked up? Noticing the blinds twitch in the front room he switch the engine off and stepped out of the car, it was a cold morning the sun just peaking out, you never did like getting up when it was cold he thought. He made his way up the steps and onto your path.

“Will you please come away from the bloody window mum!” - You were still shoving things into your luggage. You had checked the weather app a million times already and still didn’t think you had enough layers packed. How had a muppet like you passed selection you thought?

“Oh, he's getting out of the car love.”

“Shit…Right if I’ve forgotten something ill have to make do” - You shoved your jacket on your shoulder still sore and stiff not quite right yet. Checking your face in the hallway mirror you looked tired, but Price had seen you worse. A knock at the door, you couldn't help the smirk on your face. He will be fuming, you thought, “always the last to pack.” You opened the door fully expecting a telling off but no there he was Your Captain stood in your porch with that eye-crinkling smile that you couldn't help but return. He was wearing his usual north face coat, blue jeans and his Solomon’s, his blending in clothes you called them, but you noticed he was wearing the black beanie you had mended for him while stationed at the base.

You could tell because the stitch was green. You had used up all the black trying to stitch yourself up after being shot in Colombia, you had tried to hide it from him but he had found you at 3am unable to keep your skin together and stitch at the same time. Had he worn it on purpose? No, he probably just grabbed it going out the door.

“Sorry I'm late, was still pac…”

“Packing…I knew it would be that, don’t worry about it…” though he wasn't one to pry Price wondered what the inside of your home looked like, what creature comforts you held, and the term organized chaos came to mind.

“You live here alone kid?” He had heard you talk about your parents maybe a sister and definitely a Family dog but he didn't know if they were close by.

“No haha her live on her own? She couldn't cope never liked her own company this one!” - Your Mother prized the door open behind you.

“Thanks, mum, don't think the captain needs to know that”

“Ohhh Captain heard so much about you? What’s your full name love? Your off duty now!”

“John Price Ma’am” - there was that smile again, you raised your eyebrows at him was he putting the charm on to your mum? Before she could start you started pulling the door to on her.

“Right best be off, I’ll see you when I'm back!”

“Oh ok love, don't do anything I wouldn’t do! Nice to put a face to a name John!” You could kill her you thought.

“Likewise, here hand me your bag” Price reached down pushing your hand out from the strap.

“Where was this when you had me carrying that 30kg Bergen across the base?”

“As your mother said off duty now aren’t we? Those rules don't apply…” He smiled at you lifting the bag up and over his shoulder., the slight wince on his face didn't go unnoticed by you but you were more focused on the thought of no rules apply.

Price started back towards the car.

“So you talk about me to your mum?” Price couldn't help the grin and couldn't help but notice you fluster at the insinuation.

“Yes…Cap, I talk about you with my mum haha”

“Hmm what do you say about me? Oh, No titles this weekend just John will do” John. His name rang around your head. What was wrong with you?

“That your snoring is the reason I look so tired…and your cigars are why all my clothes smell like smoke”

Price stopped at the boot turning to you, his snoring?

“What about your sleep talking?”

“…Fair enough”

You thought back to those nights you had been woken gently by him reassuring you no one else was in the room, no one was trying to get you, no one was at the door trying to get in and the gunshots were just in your head. You would go back to sleep knowing he was there protecting you from the terrors that sleep brought.

Price opened the passenger door for you, with a smirk always the gentleman. You hopped in admiring the interior, the smell of fresh air mixed with cigar smoke and leather filled your lungs, you breathed it in smiling.

“Right you ready to go kid?”

You nodded, giving him your best smile.

Price felt his heart flutter slightly at seeing you there next to him outside of work outside of a mission, no rank, No Captain, no sergeant just you and him, civilians. You buckled your seat belt, Price jiggled the buckle.

“Just checking you're strapped in…don’t want you falling out” his smirk spread from ear to ear. He was making a joke. You grinned.

“Do you think your funny?”

“Yes, I do.”

*******

You were halfway there, so far you had spoken about the weather, music and were now on the topic of the physiotherapy you both were having, Price had missed 3 sessions insisting it wasn’t the first time he’d been shot and wouldn’t be the last! This caused the discussion to turn into a slight argument.

“You need to go to them…if I didn’t go to them you would have my head!”

“Well, that’s different.”

“Why is it different, John?” He liked the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth.

“It just is…anyway you said you were going to pack snacks for this road trip?”

You opened your mouth to object to his end of, but thought better of it.

“Yeh, in my bag…did you put it on the back seat?” You twisted up in your seat trying to fit yourself between the gap of the front seats.

“For Christ's sake, what are you doing?” Price looked over at you, only to see your backside wriggling as you reached down behind his seat. Eyes on the road John he told himself.

“My damn shoulder…can’t reach snacks…oh wait I know what to do!” You swung back into your seat reaching down for the lever to recline the seat.

“Hang on a minute kid….”

Too late you were now flat already rolling over onto your front to reach the bag.

“Got it! Haha,” You looked up at him as you lay flat on your back thrusting the small shopping bag up into the air causing a bar of Bournville to fall out onto Price’s lap. He briefly looked down.

“Is that Bournville…rum raisin?”

“Yes…it's your favorite isn’t it?”

“Yeh…it is how did you know that?” Price couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Kyle told me…thought he was joking at first, clearly he wasn't” You felt smug with yourself but wished you had got him the bigger bar now seeing his face.

“He wasn't joking, it is my favorite, thanks kid.”

“Want me to open it for you?” You were already reaching into his lap for it, your hand grazing his jeans, pulling it open with your teeth, Price had to remind himself to keep his eyes on the road again.

“Here…” You had broken a piece off for him offering it up, still lying flat. Before he even thought to use his hand to take it from you, he leaned down mouth open for you to pop it in giving you a quick glance before his eyes had to be back on the road. You popped it in his mouth your fingers grazing his lips as they closed around the small square. His mustache tickling your fingers. The action caused your face to flush slightly. What was wrong with you? You put the bar in the center console next to his flask.

“Thanks…You gonna sit up or you down there for the rest of the journey?” Price said with his mouth full.

“Might stay down here…quite comfy” You rummaged through the bag looking for something to eat, but your mind was now elsewhere. You could see Price in your peripheral stealing quick glances at you, noticing the little smile on his face. You needed to get a grip.

********

You finally sat back up when Price said you were a few minutes away from his house. The village was lovely, quaint your head was practically on a swivel looking around not wanting to miss a thing. Price felt a sense of pride at your appreciation for his little town.

“You’ll have plenty of time to visit every shop and bar kid, haha, I'll make sure of it” he was chuckling at you.

“Good”

Price pulled down a country lane, huge oak trees created a canopy overhead, you craned your neck looking out the windscreen then out of nowhere two houses appeared nestled amongst the trees.

“Home sweet home”

“Wow, I wasn’t expecting it to look like this. I’m Impressed haha.”

You really were you noticed the huge ground-to-roof window as you pulled up it was amazing.

“Right Kyle said he would get a taxi here, so he shouldn’t be long.”

Price got out of the car going in the back for your bag. You followed him to the front door, the gravel drive crunching under your boots. Price held the door open for you ushering you in first. You walked in sheepishly, this was his home the place he retired to between mission, his sanctuary an he was allowing you entry. Price was a stoic man he never really gave anything away about his personal life, but every now and then he would let slip a small token or insight into his outside life. His life outside of being your Captain and every time he did you were grateful as it made you feel as though you knew him that little bit more.

Only recently had you seen a different side to him when you and Kyle had fallen out the hit helo and then when you had been shot he had stayed with you till you were ready to be discharged from the med bay. An even then he had watched you like a hawk any sign of discomfort he had leaped into action asking where it hurt you told yourself it was out of guilt for taking a bullet for him, but if you were being honest you knew he would of done the same for you…or Kyle, you thought.

“This is lovely John.”

“Thanks, I do what I can to it when I get the chance ha” He placed your bag at the bottom of the staircase. He removed his hat an coat and gestured for yours.

“Kitchen through there, Snug next to that and I'll take you upstairs an show you the bedroom…” His face flushed immediately. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“I mean my room…your room!”

“Haha I know what you meant, calm down! I want the best room, do I have to remind you I did take a bullet for you so I expect the level of service I deserve.”

“Oh do you now? I’m sure we can work something out for you miss, You are in our I’ve taken a bullet for you club” You both laughed.

“Want a drink, I got that cold brew stuff you like? The one that makes you and Kyle Hyperactive” You followed Price through the double doors into the large country kitchen.

“Oh please, that would be nice. I’m Knackered.”

“You slept on the way here..”

“For like 30 minutes!”

Price shook his head smiling, He flipped the kettle on for his own tea, steaming hot, dash of milk, 3 sugars you recited it in your head smiling. Reaching into the double fridge, he pulled out the pre-made cold brew you and Kyle drank when you could get it. You held your hand out for the carton. Price raised his eyebrow at you.

“Erm no I don’t think so…you can drink it out of a glass like an adult, also you need to share it with Kyle only have two more cartons and the way you two drink this stuff I don’t think it will last till morning…ice?”

“Please…” You sighed, you caught a glimpse of the snug, making out the huge stone fireplace. Sitting yourself down at the table you noticed it had seats for 7 you could also feel the heat from the double aga oven behind him.

“You entertain a lot? 7 seater table and the big aga behind you? I know you can cook eggs but can’t imagine you cracking out the charcuterie boards?” Price handed you your drink, he leant forward on the table.

“I don’t, I’m afraid kid…you and Kyle are the first real guests I've had since getting the place liveable.”

“What really? This place is huge, perfect for a family I could just imagine the kids playing in the garden, chasing them around the island because they haven’t washed their hands or all sitting at the table for breakfast a high chair would fit nicely at the end……” You realised you had said too much. Price had his eyebrows raised looking at you.

“You offering Tank?”

“Hahaha no…I'm just saying…don’t like the thought of you all alone up here.”

Price felt that little flutter again when the thoughts flashed across his mind. He looked around the kitchen. A loud Saturday morning just as you had described chasing little legs and sleepy heads, soft giggles and porridge on the floor, chaos but the best kind. He liked the thought. He was pulled from his brief daydream by the sound of the kettle brewing, he turned to pour the water into his mug.

“Well, I haven’t been totally alone…remember that Doc from Ireland? She’s been up to see the house it wasn't finished not even watertight but she came for a visit, do you know who I mean?”

“…Yeah, I know who you mean….”

You couldn't help your tone, you had no right but you could feel the green stain of jealousy creeping up into your head.

You remembered her very well fur coat no knickers Kyle had said. She had near smothered Price when you 3 had come back to the base checking him over for injuries but wholly ignored you and Kyle, Kyle was limping from jumping off a shipping container (to be fair it was your fault you said he wouldn’t make it) you had a gash on your forearm from taking cover in the gravel, but no she was tending to Price and his paper cut he had got from a case file he had been waving about in your face that morning - something about not following protocol.

Either way, she rubbed you the wrong way, but the thought of her up here alone with him got you and it wasn't the kind of company you had meant…but what company did you mean…you? Stop. Price noticed your angry little face, he knew you didn't like the Doctor you had made it very clear back in Ireland.

“Anyway, she's not my type. Talked too much….”

“I talk too much…” - the words were out before you could claw them back in. Stop it.

“Yeah well, that's different I…I like when you talk too much..” He meant it, he would take your over chatting and loud days over the silent ones when you put up a wall, a wall he could only peer over to offer a hand to pull you over it. You gave him a soft smile.

‘Right want to come pick your room? Kyle will be here soon.” You nodded, taking a quick sip of your drink.

“Lead the way Captain” you gestured your arm out for him to lead.

“I said no titles….”

“I know I'm winding you up..”

Price shook his head, leading you back into the hall, picking up your luggage and up the huge oak stairs.

“First guest bedroom on the right, then further down second and third guest rooms then mine right at the back next to the main bathroom. I was thinking you could stay in the guest room next to mine as that has an en-suite and the best views of the field behind.”

You looked up at him blankly.

“Let me see all the rooms and I'll decide which one haha!” You scurried past him, glancing in the doorway of the first room.

“Lovely but nope…next one”

Price chuckled as you made your way down to the other two guest rooms, the one he mentioned had the door open and as soon as you looked in the view hit you in the face it was stunning green fields and a lake, this was the kind of view you didn't get living in the city.

“I'll take this one, please!” You turned to face him, not realising he was right behind his face smug.

“What? What's that look about?”

“No, nothing I just knew you’d like this one….” He slid past you popping your luggage on the dresser and sitting himself down on the edge of the big king-size bed.

“I'll show you how to work the shower later, it’s a bit fiddly new pipes and all that lot either scald yourself or freeze, but If you need anything in the night, I’m just next door, anything at all you know me I’m a light sleeper” he laughed.

You both knew he wasn’t.

“Hahaha light sleeper? I’ve slept next to you a few times John, your not a light sleeper!” You stepped into the room and stood next to him at the bottom of the bed looking around then back at him, giving him a smile you placed your hand on his broad shoulder, the heat as always radiating off him.

“I think I'll be fine, but I know where to find you if I have a bad dream haha”

He looked at you, both eye level due to the height of the bed, giving you that eye-crinkling smile that you couldn’t help but return. Your hand still on his shoulder.

“Well, I’ve got plenty of room in my bed if you do…”

The image must of flashed through both of your minds at the same time as you both had gone slightly pink. Price opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Kyle. You didn't know whether to slap him or thank him, but either way, it wasn't just the two of you anymore, maybe that was for the best?

You removed your hand and stepped back towards the dresser. Price was still sitting on the bed, you clocked him looking at your back in the mirror his face still flushed. Had he overstepped the line? What was the line even for? Why was there even a line to begin with? The doorbell went again.

“Better go let Kyle in, eh?” He got up and walked to the door. He hesitated for a moment.

“Thanks, John, I’ll be down in a sec,” you said, giving him your best smile. He returned it with his.

“No problem kid” he looked relieved. The doorbell went again and was followed by a heavy knock.

“Why is he so impatient? If he’s marked my door he will be sleeping in the shed” Price grumbled as he closed your door to.

You tidied up your hair in the mirror giving it a brush through, all of a sudden you felt giddy your stomach feeling light, surely he hadn’t meant it like that…had he? What if he had? Either way, this weekend was going to be entertaining to say the least.

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↳ 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 — chigiri hyoma

domestic fluff, intimacy, chigiri is such a tease !!

1k words, gender neutral!reader

ao3 link: here!

Fridays were always like this. You always ate dinner across from each other and took showers after one another and slept by 9:30. Maybe 10 o’clock if you and Chigiri ended up talking quietly in bed with the lights off. It was a schedule you both had naturally fallen into after moving in together. Friday nights were meant to be calming and relaxing as you both winded down after the long week. Domestic, almost intimate, moments were enough to help ease the pressures and worries from the week.

The small stool was cool under your bare thighs as you sat down in front the bathroom counter. You splayed out the skincare products you shared with Chigiri onto the smooth, white counter top. Looking into the mirror to examine your washed face, your eyes unconsciously adverted to the redhead’s reflection.

Chigiri was blowdrying his hair while his fingers ran through the damp strands. His eyes were closed as the warm air blew into his scarlet hair, his long, dark eyelashes casting shadows over his cheeks. You peeked carefully at the way small droplets of water ran down his smooth neck and soaked into his worn out shirt. He seemed so boyish during moments like these; when he was so undeniably him. From how he had cooked for you an hour ago to how his hand brushed through his hair while drying it. These moments felt so raw and intimate. Being able to see such the real version of him, it made your heart flutter.

You blinked and his glassy rose-colored eyes were staring back into yours through the mirror. His long eyelashes stuck together from the water.

“You’re skipping skincare tonight then?” Chigiri asked sarcastically as he eyed the forgotten skin products on the counter. You seemed quite infatuated as you watched him. He liked it more than he should’ve. A small grin appeared on his lips.

“O-oh no, I was just-“ You stammered as you looked back down at the containers, feeling embarrassed for staring. It was quite late and he was getting tired, you could tell from the way his voice became slightly hoarse. Still it made your skin tingle. “Sorry, I’m doing it now,” Pulling yourself together, you grabbed the first product and opened it.

Chigiri watched you through the mirror as he brushed his teeth. Watched the way your skin was plump and smooth against your finger pads, watched how your pretty eyes closed as you rubbed the product into your skin. You were beautiful sun-kissed, but at night when the moon was high, he swore you looked like a dream.

He placed his toothbrush back into the holder when he finished, creating a quiet clanking sound as it knocked against your similar toothbrush. He thought matching toothbrushes were unnecessary, but the way your eyes sparkled when you had asked him made him agree to go along with it.

You began twisting the lids and snapping the tops of the products back on as you completed your routine, when a warm hand suddenly took a hold of your chin and redirected it up. Your hands froze on the counter and your knees suddenly felt weak even as you were sitting as you came face to face with Chigiri. His eyes were low as he examined your face. You watched as his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

“Close your eyes.” He ordered firmly, his tone even and calm. You could feel his breath on your face.

You felt your cheeks burn at the sudden thought of his gentle lips on yours. What was he doing? He was never usually this straightforward with his affection, it was completely out of the blue. Obediently, you closed your eyes with anticipation. Was he going to kiss you? Your heart race quickened as your lips slowly parted, waiting. Soft finger pads pressed into your temple; your eyes blinked open at his sudden, strange touch.

Your breath hitched at how he had gotten even closer. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips as his pink hair fell around his face. It felt like he was rubbing moisturizer into your skin. You thought you got it all though? His fingers were pressed at your chin, making you look straight at him. Chigiri felt the way your eyes raked over his features as he rubbed his fingers gently on your face.

“You missed a small spot here,” He quipped with a neutral face as he finished spreading the product. Did he not hear your heart beating? Or the way your breath quickened at his touch? Pressing your lips back together, you felt embarrassed at how you though he was going to lean in and kiss you.

“R-right, yeah-“ Sputtering, as you adverted your eyes from his. His hand trailed softly down the side of your face before cupping your jaw, the tips of his fingers gently fluttering against your ear lobe.

“Were you expecting something more?” His eyes glimmered. A sly grin played on his face as he leaned in closer, almost whispering. He could tell by your dilated eyes what you wanted. You knew he knew you were expecting a kiss. You knew he was teasing you by the way his eyes shined a little brighter and the way his lips curved up in a small smirk. What a tease.

You felt the blood rush in your ears as Chigiri closed his eyes and moved toward you. He towered over you and brought your chin up higher before leaning down. His lips pressed softly against yours, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek. You could taste the spearmint on his mouth as he smiled against your lips. His silky hair fell over his face, tickling your face, sending goosebumps down your arms. You only managed to press back for a fraction of a second before he pulled away. You leaned forward, trying to follow the taste of his lips.

“There you go,” His voice sounded huskier than before. You shivered, still feeling the need to kiss him. He released you and moved to exit the bathroom. “Come to bed when you’re ready.” Chigiri lured sweetly with a smile as he left. Bastard. He knew you needed time alone to calm your heart down. He knew what he did to you whenever he got close like that.

Regardless, you quickly shoved the skincare products back into the drawers. You shut off the lights and left the bathroom empty, eager for his gentle lips on yours once more.

#chigiri hyoma #chigiri x reader #bllk chigiri #blue lock #bllk fluff #chigiri fluff #h4venpha

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 4 months

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True feelings

Pairing: Crosshair x F!Reader

Words: 9 064

Warning: Angst, fluff, mentions of deaths,

Summary: Crosshair is a dick, but you still love him.

A/N: I haven't double-checked, cause if I did I would have never posted it... I apologise my dear, beautiful anon that asked for this. It has taken ages, but I hope this one is to your liking :) (despite I changed it a bit when I now think abotu it... Sorry :( ) - If you hate it I will try again soon :)

I also post on AO3, if anyone’s interested :)

“You’re angry”, normally his voice would make you melt, but not today. You were tired. You were supposed to go home, take a bath, relax. But here you were, at 2 a.m. patching up that idiot because he couldn’t have just waited until morning.

“Am not”, you barked at him, tapping the blooded wound, a bit harsher than it was necessary, ignoring the little hiss from him. A part of you knew he was exaggerating, as always. A damn drama queen. All this was just a show. The wound wasn’t even that bad. You were sure Tech with his medical knowledge would be able to patch him up. Damn, even Hunter wouldn’t fuck it up. And yet, here you were, bandaging this big baby, because you knew you couldn’t say no to him.

“You’re a terrible liar”, he continued, not getting a point across, that you weren’t in a mood to talk. And so you rolled your eyes and put on a protective layer of bandage on it and sighed, while cleaning up the place around. No reminder of it being clean, before he came to you. “Isn’t it your job to take care of us?” You turned at him and sent him one your death stare, weaker now that you were more than tired. You didn’t even care about fighting him. After all that was what he was here for. Most of the time. Just to annoy the hell out of you. And for some reason you loved that about him.

“You’re welcome, Crosshair!” You murmured and shook your head. There was no way you would get tangled in his little game. You haven’t slept for almost three days, and you really needed your bed right now. And arguing with the Clone would only postpone your rest with at least an hour or two.

“Again, it was your job to help me, so…”

“What's your kriffing problem, Crosshair!” you hissed, angry at yourself he got under your skin so easily. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes, shaking your head. “You know what? Never mind. My job, as you nicely put it, is done here. I’m going to sleep.”

“Must be exhausting to sit in this safe little barrack all day and enjoy the safety of the Coruscant.” That was Crosshair at its best. Despite knowing he was a jerk, despite his words cutting deeper than any knife, despite his overall, misunderstood annoyance towards you, here you are always there for him. Always being ready to help him and his brothers. A one call, a word that he would be back and you would abandon anything only to make sure he was safe. Just like today. In the beginning you would lie to yourself, trying to believe, you were like that towards the whole Batch, but when even Echo gave you that smirk one day, you knew it was a lie. And despite having those bizarre and pathetic feelings towards the Sniper, he was still nothing but a jerk to you.

“It’s how he is”, Wrecker once told you, but you knew it was way beyond that. You saw Crosshair with his brother, hell he wasn't like that even with the Regs. You never asked, too afraid to know the truth. Being close to him in those few moments was enough for you, at least that’s what you believed, what you wanted to believe. Yet another lie.

You didn’t even know how to answer that. Not like he wasn’t right. You were safe here, no War surrounded you, you weren’t on the battlefield. You were just a station medical help. And despite knowing it all, it still hurts hearing him say it. You hoped he would at least respect your work a bit, but it seemed it was again another lie. How many times can a person lie to themselves before it becomes pathetic?

And so you packed your bag, unable to even look at him. Because if you did you would lose any composure, already so damn close to losing yourself to a sob that is threatening to come. Putting everything away, you turned off all the equipment and stood at the doors. When he didn’t move you sighed and turned off the light.

“Make sure you change it in the morning, Corporal.” And you left, not caring how petty it was to call him by his ranks. If he wanted to act like any other Trooper around here then beat it. You would treat him that way. And before you even left the barracks, you let the tears fall down, hoping no one would see you.

***

“I hope you were nice to her.” Hunter murmured, when his brother came back to the ship. They decided to stay on the planet to refill and actually rest a bit. Letting Crosshair get checked up. “She looked tired.”

“Well, she did her damn job, so what’s the issue?” He barked at his brother, walking towards his bed, ignoring the stare from the Sergeant.

“Well, that went well.” Echo murmured, making Hunter sigh in annoyance. “Has he ever told you what the issue is with our little medic?”

“I kriffing wish! He’s just getting more and more snappy whenever he sees her. Like a damn spoiled brat!” Echo chuckled at it and patted his brother on the shoulder. “She’s got a terrible taste in men!”

“I told her the same thing!”

***

It’s been a while since you’ve seen the Batch. They were off to whatever planet and you were left alone again. Well, not really alone. You were surrounded by Clones and Jedi and other medics and yet you felt lonely. And hurt. Crosshair's words were still cutting deep and you couldn’t get them out of your head. Maybe that’s why when the opportunity to join a small team of Clones to one of the missions came up, you were more than ready to join. You’ll show him. You weren’t just a nobody that spends her time in a safe barrack. You are a capable medic, able to do her job wherever. At least that’s what you were telling yourself at night, when you were unable to sleep.

You didn’t know the details of the mission. It was a last minute thing and you were just being lucky (or unlucky, as some thought) that you were at the right place at the right time. A medic was needed and you were a medic. Easy as that. Your first field mission. And so you packed whatever you may need, reading everything that there was to read. At least whatever was given to you about the field missions. Nothing new really. You were meant to stay back and only go out of the hiding when the fight was over, to patch up the actual soldiers. It felt new, exciting, but still you could imagine Crosshair's snarky comment about “always hiding”.

No! It was something new and exciting for you. You would not let that man destroy it for. You will kill that mission and when the Batch is back, you will proudly tell him to shove his opinion up his ass. And maybe, just maybe, he would start to act normal towards you. You didn’t expect him to be nice to you, but at least respect you for a human being, for a medic, for your job.

“You look ready!” You jumped at the voice behind you and smiled, seeing a familiar face. “You packed for at least a week?”

“Yes, Sir!” Cody smiled at you and looked at the special bag near your legs. “I don’t know how Kix does it, really! I packed and unpacked at least five times, unsure what I would need.”

“Don’t worry, kid. Knowing Tech, they would have a nice medical back up on the ship.” Your smile dropped hearing the name. No. That was not possible. Your first field mission could not be with the Batch. Not with him. “You ok?”

“You have got to be kidding me”, something big in your stomach dropped, hearing the sneering hiss behind you. A voice you knew well already. And a voice you hoped not to hear for a while yet.

***

“We need to make sure that these bases are destroyed alright. These aren’t big, but are guarded well, so we would need a special team to infiltrate them.” Cody briefed them in, but you weren’t able to focus. You tried hard not to look at Crosshair who was looking at the map, with the same bored stare as always. Leaning on the wall, biting on his damn toothpick, he looked even more pissed than ever. And that itself pissed you off. He had no reason to act like that. It was your first mission being screwed because he was being a part of him. And yet, that stupid part of you was so happy to be able to go on a mission with him.

“So why do we need a civic with us?” Crosshair finally asked, his glare directed at you, his toothpick still between his teeth, angrily being bitten by its owner. You weren’t sure if you wanted to be that toothpick, or wanted to use it to stab him with it and watch him bleed out. Maybe both.

“Maybe those bases don’t look tough, but there are quite a lot of them there”, Cody answered, looking between the Sniper and you, apparently unaware of the ‘lovely’ relationship between the two of you. “You need a medic, and as we are a bit behind with the Clone medical team, we are accepting the help from civilians. And you will need a medic on that mission. Having only Tech as your medic isn’t going to be enough this time, no offense.” He looked at Tech, who nodded, almost not paying attention to his words, already planning something out. “Our little friend here has saved many asses back at Coruscant. She will be a good help to you as well.”

“Oh, we are familiar with our little medic”, Hunter murmured and you couldn’t help but chuckle, nodding to Cody.

“Who do you think patches them up when they land at Coruscant?” The Commander smirked and came back to the map.

“There is no timeline for this, but I advise you that when you start the operation you don’t stop for too long before you take out the other bases.” His eye landed on Echo and there was a minute, you thought he was about to say something, but he only nodded and left you all, probably going to his own briefing.

“Your first field mission, kid! How ya feeling?” You raised your brow at Hunter and sighed, unable to stop the giddy smile from showing.

“Quite excited if I’m being honest!”

“Great! That’s what we needed a civic for whom that whole damn War is some kind of a game!” You turned towards the Clone and opened your mouth to say something, but stopped when he took some steps towards you, stopping centimeters away from you. You could feel his breath on you, if you raised your hand, you would be able to hear the beat of his heart. “It’s not some night out on Coruscant to get excited about, princess!” The nickname was new, and if it was spoken by anyone other than him, maybe, you would have taken it as a compliment. But the way he spit it at you, it was nothing but another way to hurt you. “Just so you know, I don’t play by the books. You get in our way, I don’t care if you’re a medic. I leave you behind, get that?!” The venom in his voice took you off guard. Yes, you weren’t friends, he always seemed to enjoy bringing you pain, but this was new. The way he spoke, the way he looked at you, it was like you were the enemy. And it broke your heart into pieces.

“Crosshair!” Wrecker interjected, but the Sniper turned and walked into the ship, leaving you all behind. You stared at his back and swallowed, biting harshly on your lip, trying to stop the tears from appearing. “Come on, kid, he didn’t mean it. He’s just tired, you know!” You nodded and sent the boys one of your most beautiful fake smiles. You were thankful to Wrecker for standing up to you. But deep down, a part of you knew that Crosshair was right. It wasn’t a game, and the thought that you even saw it as one for a millisecond was a mistake. War wasn’t something you used to show others your strengths, and he was right to call that upon you.

“So… Which one of you is going to show me around?” Echos smiled softly and let you in, hoping that at least for the mission sake, Crosshair would try to behave.

***

“Not bad!” Echo commended, looking at the target which you just shot. “I didn’t know you could use the blaster.”

“Just because I’m a civic doesn’t mean I can’t protect myself”, you shrugged, getting rid of another of the targets. More like spotchka bottles, which you didn’t even dare question about.

“Sounds like there is a story behind it”, he started, raising a brow at another target being hit. It wasn’t that he considered you a friend. But he did like you. He enjoyed talking to you, whenever the Batch was stationed at Coruscant. You were polite, nice, funny, a bit sarcastic at times. But what’s important, you were kind and really good at your job, so he had no idea why Crosshair was being a complete jerk towards you.

“You should at least buy me dinner first, Echo”, he chuckled, letting you win this one. He was the first person to understand if there were topics someone didn’t want to discuss. You never forced him to talk, and so he wasn’t about to do it to you. “I may not be a soldier, but I am not a defenseless little girl. I would rather sit in one place my entire life than to bother any of you.” You sounded so small, so broken at that moment, that Echo was close in actually finding his brother and kicking his ass. “I have never left this planet. I… Is it really that bad that I’m excited?” You put the blaster away and took a deep breath, trying to gain control over your body again. “I’m not excited about the War. I.. I just want to experience more… Does that make me a bad person?”

“No!” He was fast to answer. Of course it didn’t. He understood you well. He remembered how he felt leaving Kamino as well. Like an excited child, finally able to do more. To be more. “Curiosity is normal. And no one should make you feel inferior for feeling that.” He wasn’t good at that, and an actual human contact was always Fives’ forte, but he pulled you to him, hoping it would calm you down, just a bit. “Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No.” You shook your head, reciprocating his hug, with a small smile on your face. “The last thing I want is to make someone uncomfortable. And to be a reason for the fight between brothers.” You pulled away and gave him a real, big smile. “I will just stay away and ignore him as much as I can.”

***

And you kept that promise for the whole two days until it was time for you to leave Coruscant. You helped Tech with the list of the most important things. Or more like he let you stay while he did the list. And added some medical things you considered to be essential, but he may have forgotten (which he of course haven’t).

“Am I really needed?” You joked at him, making him smirk a bit at that.

“I keep asking myself the same question.” Crosshair stared at you, while cleaning his rifle. You shook your head and smiled at Tech, looking through your list. “Hunter asks if we’re free to go.”

“We should have everything”, Tech looked at you and you nodded, giving him back the list. “I’ll get the ship ready.” And he left, leaving the two of you alone. You waited, getting yourself ready for some more snarky and hurtful comments. You decided that you won’t let that affect you. You will do your job. Make sure the boys are safe on that mission and come back to that planet. You decided to close off your heart to that man, not letting him play with you. You still couldn’t understand why you yearned for his approval so much, but this had to end. You weren’t some pathetic little girl.

“I won’t cause any problems. I will do my job and stay away from you so as not to bother you.” You started, not even turning around to face him. You didn’t need to see him, to know the way he looked at you. With annoyance and anger, for whatever reason. “This mission ends and you won’t have to see me again.” And so you got past him and got into the ship, ignoring the sick feeling in your stomach.

***

He looked at your fascinated face and couldn’t help but snark under his breath. You were all getting into hyperspace and you sat next to Tech to see it for the first time. You looked like a damn kid making him even angrier. If anyone asked, he wasn’t really sure why he despised you so much. Echo was right, you were a good medic, at least from what he saw. You did patch him and his brothers up a couple of times already. And you did it well. Additionally, what he did hear from Regs was that you are capable and good at what you do. But if he was being honest with himself, hearing it from the Regs could not really be considered a compliment.

What irritated him about you the most was the way you were always happy and cheerful and how so damn gullible you were. Always smiling to everyone, always pleasant, always so damn kind. You were so easy to manipulate and hurt that he never realized when he actually wanted to see you fall, to see you hurt, to see that damn smile disappear from your face.

“I hate seeing you hurt”, he clenched his wrists remembering the first time you patched him up. It wasn’t anything serious, but it was an order to see a medic and as much as he hated them, he knew which fights he was able to win.

“You don’t even know me”, he remarked, making you giggle at that. He watched your small hands work over his wound and he liked how warm they were.

“Doesn’t mean I want to see you hurt!” You winked at him and it was then he realized how foolish you were. How innocent and he wanted you gone, before that War would take any resemblance of innocence from you. “That’s why I’ll be here, waiting to patch you up when you need it.”

And so here you were. Not on the damn Coruscant, but here with them. It was over a year since that first meeting, and the more he saw you, the more he heard of you, he was becoming more irritated, with you, with this War, with the Sepis and with himself. He was so pissed when he found out that the medic assigned to them was you. He hoped all his remarks would get to you but apparently that never worked.

He looked at you once more and bit harder on this toothpick and grimaced. He shook his head in anger and left the cockpit, hoping to have you off his head as soon as it was possible. Missing the way your eyes were following his moves.

You frowned looking at his retreating form. You tried to understand him. You thought and tried to remember if you offended him someway, but the more you thought the more certain you were that nothing really happened. Sure he was pissy when he first met you, but it was far from how he was now - cruel.

***

“A quick one, boys. We go in, get the disc, destroy everything else and get here. Best case scenario without an extra job for our medic here.” You chuckled and closed the last little bag you were preparing.

“I want you all to have each”, you started handing them to the boys. “They aren’t big so it shouldn't be an issue for either of you. But they do have the most essential things you may need. Each one of you have an adhesive spray, a mix of bandages that may be of need. I added bone-knitters there as well. I wasn’t sure how long you guys may be gone, and when it comes to fractures in bones, it's best to take care of it as soon as possible. It’s nothing special, a normal medpack so you know…”

“How the hell did you manage to get all that equipment from Coruscant?” Wrecker gasped seeing all of the best supplies. Something he would expect was given to the Jedi Generals not Clones. At least not the non-medic ones.

“I have my ways”, you winked at him and stopped in front of Crosshair, extending his medpack to him. For a second there you were sure he would ignore you. But he did take it and added it to his tools. “I added some eye drops for you, just in case.” And not expecting any kind of response from him you turned and stood next to Echo. Missing the way his eyes softened a bit, only to quickly come back to the way he was. “Be safe there, OK?” They all nodded and left the ship, leaving you alone. Hating that you couldn’t come with them.

***

“You do know, you don’t have to check up on all of us after every mission”, Tech asked, when you scanned him, looking for any injuries that he may have hidden. It would not be the first time when a Clone would hide that he was hurt or wounded. Like one particular Captain of the 501st.

“I know, but I do enjoy it. It is my job, but more than that I want to make sure you guys are OK. Believe it or not I kind of like you guys.” He smiled softly at that and you felt your heart melting. Tech seemed like someone completely unavailable when it came to feeling, but you found that he was probably the most welcome to any kind of interaction that anyone would be willing to give him. And so you gave him all the attention you could whenever you had a chance, enjoying the way he always seemed to seek you out to tell you about whatever the hell he found out. “I’d like you guys to take the vitamins I prepared for you. I know it seems silly, but with the amount of missions you participate in, it is crucial to keep even the basic functions going.”

“We appreciate it, really!” Hunter murmured, smiling at you softly. “Even if not everyone shows that.” His eyes landed on the far away place, where Cross normally went into after every mission. Normally you gave him space, not wanting to bother him. But it has been three missions already and you were not able to check on him since then. And you promised yourself you would have to do it this time. Even if it meant fighting him over it.

“You boys are good to go. I’m gonna check up on Mr moody”, you smiled hearing Wrecker’s booming laugh at your nickname and took a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever the Sniper got to offer. “Crosshair?” he didn’t move when you walked to his space in the ship. You sighed and swallowed trying to find a way to start this all, without making you even more angry that he always was. “I need to check you up and I brought you vitamins.” You tried to make your voice sound soft and gentle. You didn’t need him to know how nervous he made you feel. But deep down, you were sure he knew.

“I’m OK, so leave.” He murmured and you frowned, biting your lip nervously.

“You said that after each and every mission so far.” You started, taking a step closer. “But I need to check, you know, even if it's just to sleep better at night.” You tried to joke, but seeing no reaction from him, you rolled your eyes at his childish behavior. “Come on, Crosshair. It won’t even take ten minutes. You make it more difficult than it needs to be. Stop acting like a kid!” You yelped when he was right there, pushing you on the wall behind, making you drop your kit. One of his hands landed close to your head on the wall, and you closed your eyes from the shock of it all. When you opened them, you looked up at him to see nothing but annoyance and irritation.

You were never afraid of the Clones. Sure they were all respected and intimidating, but you knew that they were all good people. But today, at this moment, you felt yourself shiver. You felt your legs shake from an actual fear from one of them. And it was the man that you stupidly fell for. The man you tried so hard to be accepted by. But despite it all, you could see nothing but anger and disgust in his eyes right now.

“Don’t you dare call me a child, you spoiled, little brat!” He hissed and something broke inside you. It was not fair. He didn’t know you. Didn’t even try to get to know you and yet it was so easy for him to push judgment. The one who has been ridiculed for something he couldn’t control - his genes. Here he was calling you a spoiled brat not knowing anything. And so you have had enough.

You pushed him away from you and clenched your hands angrily. Whatever calmness and control you tried to maintain was done for.

“What the fuck is your problem, Crosshair!?” You shouted, pushing him away, once again. “What have I ever done to you for you to hate me so much!? Why do you have to be a jerk to me all the damn time?! You don’t want me to call you a kid, but since the damn mission started, fuck, even before that, you yourself have been acting like a spoiled brat!”

“Don’t you dare!” He started, but you didn’t let him finish. You took one more step and looked him deep into his eyes, that you once loved. Tech laughed at you once when you said that you would be able to differentiate them all just by their eyes, lecturing you how being a Clone meant they all had the same eye color. But that wasn’t it. Each of them had something special in their look and Cross wasn’t different. You loved that darkness he held, something so very different. So special, something so lovely. But now, after loving them for so long, you hated to look at them. Hated the solemn fact that you let yourself be so vulnerable for a man who didn’t care for you.

“No, Crosshair!” you stopped him and felt yourself breathing harsher with every sentence that left your lips. You didn’t even care that you were now surrounded by all of the crew. You didn’t care anymore. You have had enough of it all. “For almost a year I have been trying to get you to like me, to notice me, to make you see me as something more than whatever you thought of me. All I ever was, was be nice to you and your brothers. I was always there for, even when my shift was over, even if I had a day off. I know it’s my bloody job, but I wasn’t born like you to fight in this war!” You didn’t even realize when you started crying. You weren’t screaming anymore, but your voice was more stern and angry than any of them have ever seen you before. “I’m just a civic who wants to help you all in this awful time. I’m not perfect, but I work on my weaknesses everyday and try to be stronger to be sure I will be able to help however I can!” You pushed him again, and to your surprise he let you. You were never the one to get physical, but you were so damn furious right now, that you didn’t care for anything. “What have I ever done to you! What made you cruel towards me?! What made you hate me so much?” You hated how your voice broke a bit in that last sentence, but you kept on looking at him, with the same determination as before. You needed to know to be able to move on.

“You wanna know what irritates me so damn much about you, princess?” He sneered and took a step towards you, but you didn’t step back. He was close, closer than ever, but you didn’t pay attention to that. You were too angry to care for something like that. You did, however, notice how Wrecker tried to interfere, but was stopped by his brothers. “You are so damn happy all the damn time. You are acting like a spoiled brat that joined the damn army because you were bored. You are pushover that let everyone do and say whatever they want because you need to feel fucking liked by everyone. I hate that fake smile you always give to everyone, I hate that stupid innocence of someone whose life was nothing but nice and comfortable. War isn’t a place to make friends, Princess! People die everyday, and that annoying smile of yours isn’t going to change that. You are pathetic, and I hate that about you!” There was silence after his outburst. You felt like you were just shot straight to the heart. Each and every of his words hurt more than anything you have ever experienced before. And not because they were true - which they weren’t- but because this is what he thought of you. Without even trying to meet the real you.

“My mother died at my birth”, you started, taking a step back, looking down on the floor, unable to continue to look at the eyes of a person who hates you so deeply. “My father was a bounty hunter, and didn’t care much about being a great parent. You asked me once where I learned to shoot Echo.” The Clone shifted uncomfortably being mentioned now, during the fight between you and his brother. “My father was never really a dad to me, but he did believe I had to be able to defeat myself. So he taught me, shaping the next bounty hunter in his head. He was cruel and demanding. I was 9 when he died and I didn’t even feel sad about it. After that I lived on the streets, living from day to day. I learned how to patch myself, because if I didn’t I’d die. And I would probably keep on living on the streets if the War didn’t break. I enlisted myself as a medic, because I thought of a reason to live. Not to kill as my father wanted, but to save.” You looked up at him to see softness in his eyes. For the first time since you met him. You noticed how his body shifted, how he took a step back. How his anger evaporated from him. “I was given a purpose to my life. And I promised myself I would never come back to that dark place I was, when I didn’t feel anything when my father died. And so I smiled, and laughed and made sure that no one around me would ever need to feel like that. Because Crosshair, being alone and broken is the worst possible feeling in the world, and I hope you will never have to feel it.” You wiped your tears and turned around tired of this all. “And Crosshair?” You turned one more time and looked up, finding his eyes again. “My smile was never fake with you.” And you walked to the small, little place the boys designed for you, to feel at least a bit comfortable.

“That explains her easiness with a blaster” Echo started, hoping to cool down that anger he felt from both Wrecker and Hunter. He just hoped Crosshair would stay quiet, because he wasn’t sure anyone would be able to stop Wrecker in actually beating the hell out of his brother.

“I will go see if she needs anything”, Hunter barked, shaking his head in anger at the Sniper, then leaving everyone to tend to you, hoping he would be able to help at least a bit. “Come on, Wrecker, she always enjoyed your hugs.” The Clone stared Crosshair down and with one of Mando’s curses directed at him, he went with Hunter.

“I have some things to deal with, but I believe you owe her apologies, Crosshair!” Tech murmured and not waiting for the response he left, leaving Echo with Crosshair alone.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” Crosshair spit at him angrily, unable to even look at his brother. At anyone. This sick feeling in his stomach was nothing he has ever felt before. He never knew your life wasn’t this comfortable as he thought. A part of him hated himself for being a jerk to you, but another one was angry at his brothers for taking your side in this. An irrational one and he knew that.

“Seeing you right now? I don’t think I have to.” Echo answered, and clapped his brother on the shoulder, leaving him alone as well. He hated how this went, but he knew that the two of you needed that serious talk. You needed that to get rid of those feelings towards his brother. Feelings that only brought you pain.

***

You spent that night cuddled in the protective arms of Wrecker, crying your eyes out. It hurt so unbelievably. The memories of your child, the fact that you said it all, when you promised yourself you would never come back to it. And how all this came about. Now when you were calmer you regretted all of this. You were even close in going there and stupidly apologized to the Sniper, but Hunter stopped you. He even talked to you and asked if you wanted to continue the mission. Because he could always contact Cody and ask for someone else. You smiled at how thoughtful he was and promised him you would end what you started and that what happened just now would not affect your work. You wouldn’t let that happen. They needed a good medic, and you wanted to finish the mission to be sure that they would come back safe.

And so the professionalism stayed. Or more like ignorance. You knew that the only way for you to focus on your work was to ignore Crosshair, at least as much as it was possible. And so you still organized the medpack for him before each of their missions. You still checked if he was OK, and to your surprise he let you actually make the check up. You acted as his medic and just that. There were no more talks, smiles or desire to get to know him. You were kind of thankful for this whole ordeal. At least it helped you open your eyes, and saved your time on a man who saw you as nothing special. And who hated your own existence.

“I need to get to the market to buy some things”, you mentioned to the boys, when you landed on Tanalorr for fuel. “We are running out of food, thanks to someone.” You looked at Wrecker, who chuckled awkwardly, sending you one of his charming smiles you couldn’t resist. “Not to mention I did not think the mission was going to be that long.” It has been almost a month, “We are running out of medical equipment as well.”

“Do we even have enough credits for all of this?” Echo asked, looking troubled at the perspective of having to go back to Coruscant only to re-pack. “I’m not gonna lie, I don’t feel like coming back only to get it done.”

“Don’t worry about the Credits.” You smirked and winked at him. “I was sent here by the Republic on a mission as your medical support and I am responsible for you. Which means the Republic will take care of things.”

“If the credits weren’t an issue before why didn’t we let loose a bit?” Crosshair asked. Since that encounter between the two of you, he didn’t speak much, but when he did, there was less and less spite in his tone. At least he was trying, you thought.

“Well, it’s not that I have no credit for the money I spent. The Republic checks what we spend the money on, and if it turns out to be something not necessarily needed it is taken out of our own private money.” The boys frowned and you chuckled. “Don’t worry, I have worked for the Republic long enough to know what they accept and not.” You grinned and sighed. “Ok, which one of you volunteered to be the bag carrier?”

***

“I may not be as perceptive as others but are you OK?” Wrecker asked, after what seemed to be ages. He has been acting strange since you both left Marauder and you couldn’t help but smile softly at the way he cared for you. You still remembered the way he looked that day, when they all came on you and Crosshair fighting.

“You may think that, but you are as perspective as any of them, if not more, Wreck.” He chuckled nervously at that and you leaned into him and kissed his cheek softly, making him blush. “I’m not, but I will be.” He nodded and let you walk in front of him. You smiled softly at the way his whole body acted like some kind of shielding for you. His eyes were roaming the surrounding looking for anything fishy, being your guardian Angel. "I see how you're always standing just two steps away from me. Whether it's with my little confrontations with Crosshair or whenever we go outside." He looked away sheepishly, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, almost shyly. This is what you liked about him. He was a giant sweetheart. "I am the luckiest doctor in the whole Galaxy" you winked at him and he chuckled softly, following your steps.

***

It has been a while since your mission with the Batcher. You haven’t seen them for almost two months, and if you were honest with yourself you started to worry. The war was slowly getting to an end. Everyone knew that, but no one really wanted to agree on it. It was like if you spoke too loud, you would have jinxed it. Childish, and yet no one wanted to actually say anything. The Batch were being sent on more and more restless missions and they didn’t even come to the Coruscant anymore. And damn you missed them. At least most of them.

You forced yourself to believe you were too busy to think about him, and yet there were times when his face appeared in front of your eyes and you hated yourself for that. When you left, you hugged all of them, except for Crosshair. He didn’t even come out from the ship to say goodbye. You forced yourself to believe it was better that way. After all you hoped you weren’t as pathetic as long for the man who didn’t give a damn about you.

And now all this seemed like a mean joke. The memories of that mission was one of the few things keeping you going. You knew, you wanted to believe that finding them would make that hell a bit better. Seeing Wreckers smile, talking until the morning with Echo and Tech. Spend the night away just sitting with Hunter, doing nothing. And him. Just knowing that he is close was all that you felt that you needed. Now that the Republic fell and the Empire rose to Power, you needed something common, something familiar. You needed the Batch, like a man needs air to breath.

You stopped in front of what seemed to be a bar. Ord Mantell wasn’t the most friendly place in the Galaxy, but the last four places you checked were just some silly rumors. And right here, right now you had a feeling like that was it. You hid behind your hood and walked into the building, hoping. Hoping to finally see them.

Your heart skipped a bit, when you heard a booming laugh of the one and only Wrecker. But what made you stop in your trek was the little girl that was sitting with him. She couldn’t be older than 13. A kid. A child with a Batch. So the rumors were true. They were traveling with a little girl.

“Can I help you?” Your eyes traveled to a voice next to you. A Trandoshan female was looking at you with a raised brow, her arms crossed at chest. You opened your mouth to say something. But now that you have finally found them you weren’t sure if it was a good idea to have come here. Looking at how happy Wrecker was, it didn’t seem like a good idea to get into their little life now. They were all a family and you were just a medic. A nobody. You took a step back, unable to do anything else but just run.

A familiar voice stopped you. You looked up to see Echo standing in the middle of the room, staring at you in a mixture of disbelief and relief. The sound of your name was all you needed. Forgetting about the doubt you had just seconds ago, you ran at him, hugging him with all you had, sobbing at his chest like a little child wanting to be comforted.

“Long time no see, Doc.” Echo whispered, hugging you back, smiling, happy to see you again.

***

You didn’t want to believe Hunter, when he said that Crosshair has joined the Empire. It didn’t feel right. There was a lot to be said about the Sniper, but the fact that he would abandon his brothers and join scumbugs like an Empire was the last thing you would expect. Hunter told you about how he tried to kill them twice already, and you couldn’t help but feel anger burning inside you. Not towards the Batch, not towards Crosshair, but towards the Empire that was taking everything from you.

You told them how you escaped from Coruscant when the Empire rose. How you were traveling from one planet to another looking for them. Hoping you would be able to join them in whatever they planned on doing. Whatever it was, you let them know you were not leaving them. The moment you told them you weren’t leaving, you were once again a part of their team. A part of their family. First few nights you spend cuddling with Echo, Hunter or Wrecker. To keep the nightmares away. It was awkward at the beginning especially with Hunter, but the more frequent they became the more protective he became and was pulling you to him automatically. His senses always knew when you were stressed. When even the hugs didn’t help, you stayed with Tech. Awake talking about everything and nothing really.

You met Omega and you could not fall in love with her. She was a sweetheart with a sense of humor similar to the Batch. It took you a while to process that she was a Clone as well. And biologically older than them. But you tried to ignore it, and look at her as what she was. An amazing, beautiful and smart teenager. She quickly became an integral part of your life. Like a little sister you never knew you needed in your life.

You were a family. You finally found your place on Pabu. Saying goodbye to Echo wasn’t easy, but you were happy to know he was following what he truly believed in. And so you moved to this peaceful Island, far away from everything and everyone. Becoming an integral part of the population here. And despite your life finally becoming normal you were still missing something. Missing someone.

“You better come back! Come back with him!” You made Hunter promise, before they left. Tech got a signal from a base, a signal from Crosshair himself. You didn’t want to get your hopes up. But you did hope he would come back. And not for you. Because you knew that even if he did come back you would be the last person he’d like to see. But for himself, for his brothers and for Omega. You made a decision, that you would take a step back, make place for him if it was what he needed. All you wanted was for him to come back. To be reunited with his family. Even if w=you would never be able to be a part of that family.

***

Crosshair didn’t know what he should feel. It was like a damn dream. One second he was strapped into that damn electrolight, and another second his brothers with Omega, were saving him. He didn’t oppose this time. He followed them and he let Omega hug him, when they were back on the Marauder. He wasn’t ready to hug her back, but he was thankful. He would never say it out loud, but he was damn happy to be back with his family.

He wasn’t sure what to say. Anything he thought of felt too trivial to say out loud. A thank you wasn’t enough. I’m sorry; just didn’t sit right with him. And so he just stayed quiet, observing the Five of them. There were times when he got himself smiling softly at something Omega said, there were even moments when he let himself roll his eyes the same way he did in the past, when Wrecker said something idiotic. It felt familiar, it felt like home again and when Hunter caught his eyes once he smiled at him softly nodding his head. And that was enough, Enough for his brothers.

***

Seeing him again was like a mixture of the most painful and the most amazing feeling ever. When the Marauder appeared on the landing platform one afternoon you actually cried in relief. And you laughed out loud when Omega jumped happily at you, giving you her biggest and brightest smile. You were so happy to see them back, that you almost missed the one person, who was the reason for your feeling of emptiness. Here he was standing at the exit of the shuttle, looking at you. There was something unrecognizable in his eyes. Something you have never seen before. His stare was still as intense as ever, but his eyes were some kind of softer.

You wanted to go to him. And hug him, but seeing him now it was like realizing that you longed for something that could never be yours. Those words, that day was still a reminder of what he really thought of you, of how he saw you. And so you nodded at him and took Omega with you for a walk, listening to everything that had happened when they were gone.

“She made me promise I will bring you back.” Hunter started, standing next to his brother. “When she heard that message from you, she was determined to make us go get you. She cried when I told her you went with the Empire.” Crosshair frowned, still looking at your retreating form. He didn’t expect to see you here. He would never have thought that it would be you who would cry for him. “She never gave up on you. Even when I did.” Crosshair looked at the Sergeant and raised his brow. “You tried to kill us. Twice. Just a reminder there.” He couldn’t help but laugh softly at that.

“She looks happy”, he finally stated, see how you laughed with Omega and Wrecker about something he couldn’t hear.

“Don’t change that”, the Sniper frowned at Hunter’s tone. “She is ready to step away if it means you’d feel comfortable.” Crosshair scoffed. It was something you would have done. Apparently you haven’t really changed. Always putting someone else's feelings before yours. It was one of these things that annoyed him about you. It did. And it still did, but for some completely different reason.

“You should talk with him,” Tech murmured, thinking of the next move. You were one of few people he actually liked to play against. True, you never won against him, but at least you gave him a challenge. “You have been stopping away from us since he came back.”

“You’re imagining things, Tech.” You answered, already trying to think of another move, hoping that today you would maybe, somehow win against him. “I am giving him space. Our last real conversation didn’t end well.” You bit your lip and sighed. “I’m not sure I would be able to handle another rejection from him.”

“Rejection?” He asked, looking up at you. You have never talked with Tech about your feelings. Especially not about your feelings towards his brother. You loved Tech, but he wasn’t the best person of the Batch to talk about it.

“I love him. It's so stupid and illogical, I know” you rolled your eyes and crossed your legs. Something you always did when you felt overwhelmed. Something he noticed quite quickly. “I remember that day like it happened yesterday, that’s why it hurts so much. Because I know that nothing really changed. This is the same Crosshair as the last time I saw him. It is the same man that said he hated me, he hated everything that I built to become someone better. It broke me then and it breaks me every time I see him”, you sniffed and closed your eyes, to stop the tears from falling down. “I am so happy that he is back. I am happy your family is full again. I am happy he is safe and back. I am incredibly happy that you all are happy again. And I am happy to step back to make sure you all will stay the same way. For as long as it's needed.” Tech frowned looking at you. It’s not that he didn’t know about your feelings for his brother. But he never understood how deep they were until now.

“You said you love him. Not, loved him.” You smiled softly and nodded.

“I did. Didn’t I?”

‘I love him’. He would never have thought he would hear those words directed at him. Well, they weren’t really directed directly at him, but they were about him. You said it. You told Tech out of all of his brothers of your feelings. You told Tech about how much pain it brought you to love him. Against many opinions, Crosshair wasn’t heartless.

He hated the words that left his mouth that day. It’s not that he lied. No, he wasn’t one to lie. But the words that left his lips then weren’t really true to his true feelings. He never knew what irritated him about you. He always felt angry whenever he was with you, but at the same time, he longed to be with you. He didn’t understand his feelings then, and he wasn’t sure if he understood them now. But he knew something now, that he didn’t know then. It wasn’t hate that he felt towards you. It was this lack of power to be able to protect you. You seemed so innocent, so powerless, so damn happy all the time and he was afraid. So damn afraid that this damn world would screw you and destroy that innocence inside you. He liked it. He longed for these smiles you sent his way. He enjoyed seeing you annoyed, because it meant that maybe you were able to fight for yourself. And so he took the role of a bad guy to teach to defend yourself.

And the more he focused on this role, the more he hated the world around him. He hated the thought that this world will destroy you one day. That it will wipe away that beautiful smile you sent everyone. And so there was so much hate inside him, that he didn’t know where he should direct it. And despite wanting to protect you from the pain, he was the one bringing you the biggest pain of all. He made you remember something you were sure you wanted to forget about. Your past.

A past where you had to be strong to survive. The past where you couldn’t smile. The past where you fought everyday against the tyranny of the world. You fought for so long and he was too stubborn and too blind to see that you didn’t need his protection. You just needed for the world to go on. The same way as it went. For him to be there for you. Just like his brothers were.

Just like you were for him.

“This one is on me”, he smiled softly seeing the way your eyes widened seeing him, behind you, ready to pay for your Caf. He wanted to laugh at the way your mouth would open and close, unable to say anything. “It's nice weather, how about we take that outside?” There was no smile on your lips that day. But there was something in your eyes that made Crosshair believe that not all was gone. He still had the opportunity to let your world go on and maybe one day be once again a part of it. A better part of it.

It was strong and beautiful and it made him act on his true feelings. It was hope.

#star wars #star wars fanfiction #the clone wars #the bad batch #star wars the bad batch #crosshair #crosshair bad batch #crosshair fanfiction #crosshair tbb #star wars tbb #tbb #angst #fanfiction #anon ask #tbb season 2 #bad batch #clone force 99 #tbb crosshair

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nova have u seen chris’s vid with uk cosmopolitan he looked so tired :( i can only imagine him going on facetime with pe!reader later that day and him falling asleep mid call and then her just letting him be. then he’d be so sorry about it the next day but ofc she wouldn’t care and when he gets home she’d just love on him and let him sleep for a week 🥺

i did, he looked so so tired, i agree :(

it went like this:

“baby, you look tired, you can just go to sleep,” she told him with a frown, watching him struggle to stay awake as he lied on bed.

“no, no,” he shook his head, “we haven’t talked at all today. come on, tell me about your day.”

she frowned, and unsurely so, she began telling him about her day. “…and dodger keeps giving me his lion plushie, i’m not so sure if there’s something wrong with it or he’s being affectionate to the baby,” she said, “and pam loves her new food.”

“she loves every food, honey,” chris tiredly chuckled, rubbing his eyes.

“i’m just thankful she’s not picky,” she said, “liz and i talked for like, 3 hours today.”

“olsen?”

“you mom.”

“okay, rude.”

“no, i literally mean your mom. i was talking with lisa,” she laughed, watching chris finally break into laughter.

“what did you talk about, baby?” he asked as the laughter died down.

“baby names mostly, i was complaining to her about you. told her about you suggesting robert and penelope, and she agreed with me.”

“she always does.”

“jealousy looks bad on you.”

“you happen to like it.”

“you’re right,” she giggled, “sometimes though. other times you go all macho on me,” she said, “anyways, my bump feels so smooth because i tried that coffee scrub we got, remember that one? it’s so moisturizing,” at that point, chris was humming, his eyes beginning to shut and she could tell, smiling as she continued to talk, knowing that in a way, it was lulling him to sleep.

“and then i went to space, with that-this potato rocket ship i made the other day. it’s, like, purple and it has rhinestones on it. but i reached space and then i remembered that i forgot to lock the doors, so i went back home, locked the doors and made sure i have pam and dodge with me, then i made it back to my rocket ship. but it was low on gas, so i had to make a quick stop in south of france to get gas,” she twirled her hair as she spoke softly, watching her husband’s mouth open slightly as he began to quietly snore, “goodnight, baby.”

the next morning, chris woke up so suddenly, eyes wide as he quickly sat up and held his phone, letting out a course of “shit, shit, shit” when he noticed it was 8 am, when it should’ve been 9 pm the day before and he was supposed to be talking to his very pregnant wife.

“i’m so—fuck, i’m so sorry, baby, i don’t know how i slept, i—”

“chris!” she shook her head, “are you apologizing for sleeping when you’re tired?”

“no, it’s not—it’s not like that. i slept when were talking,” he said, tone anxious and body stiff as he held his heavy phone.

“you were tired,” she said, “i knew that. i was only talking so much because i know it helps you sleep. but i’m worried about you, baby.”

chris stayed quiet, rubbing his forehead, “i just—just want to be home. i feel like shit.”

she hummed, urging him to talk.

“i miss you, i feel-i feel like shit being here and leaving you alone, with the baby, with dodger and pam, and i’m here. and the movie hasn’t even been doing well.”

she frowned, “everyone’s praising you.”

“it’s still not doing well.”

“and that’s not on you,” she said, “everyone’s saying that you carried the movie. they’re criticizing the russo’s and the writers, and i know it sucks because it gives you, like, a collective feedback, but there’s a bright side of it,” she assured him, “you were incredible in it. so incredible.”

“you think so?” chris sighed, a smile finally making its way to his face.

“i really do,” she confirmed, “and i know you feel like shit because you’re not here but i’m doing well,” she moved her phone up, showing him her baby bump, “and bub’s doing well.”

at that, chris grinned, “you look beautiful.”

“i’m literally just wearing your t-shirt and some adam sandler shorts.”

“yeah, and?” he raised an eyebrow, “you look so fucking hot. look at you,” he shook his head, “you make it look so easy.”

“stop iiit,” she groaned, but ended up giggling, “what are your plans for today?”

“some press. like 6 interviews or something.”

“so it’s a bit of an easy day.”

chris hummed, “what about you? what are we doing today?”

“zendaya and tom are coming over,” she said, “i’m still not so sure what i’ll cook.”

“can you, i don’t know, not cook at all?” chris asked, sighing when she gave him a look, “i know you love cooking, i know, and i fucking miss your cooking but i don’t-i don’t think i’ll ever not worry about you in the kitchen carrying our baby like that, it’s gotta at least hurt.”

“you know, my back hurts,” she began, “from carrying you and the baby on my back all the time so how about you hop off it, i can only carry so much,” she began, laughing when chris flipped her off, “stop worrying so much!”

“stop worrying so much,” he mocked her before chuckling, “never. maybe when i die, and you know what? you know what? pretty fucking sure i’ll find a way to worry about you, too.”

#planet evans #planet evans universe #chris evans imagine #chris evans blurb #pe blurb

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𝔼𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕊𝕖𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕞𝕚𝕟

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A/N: Again, sorry for not posting yesterday!! I was yapping to my gf on a 3+ hour call and then a few hours after, I went to Rutland! I had fun though and omw home, I thought of this and since it’s Easter, it only makes sense to post it today instead of postponing it to next week! Plus, I have a lot energy (I got a Monster this morning) so I feel like writing :3

Word count: 1586

Pairing: Kim Seungmin x gn! Reader (they paint their nails if that means anything!!)

Warnings: Fluff, “Easter Bunny”, light swearing, lmk if I missed anything :3

You woke up, any ordinary day. You were sleepy and honestly just wanted to get back to sleep but when the thought crossed your mind that your cousins and parents along with your aunt were coming over for Easter, you immediately wanted to get up and get ready for the day.

You tried to get up but Seungmin wouldn’t let you. For someone who doesn't like physical touch, he was oddly clingy. Especially today.

“Seungmin, I gotta get up and get the baskets, breakfast and the egg hunt ready,, I only have like an hour.. And on top of all that, I have to get myself ready..” “Why do you only have an hour..? Aren’t they coming over around 10..?”

You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah but it’s 8:52, almost 9..”

“Really..?”

‘Yeah. Really.”

Seungmin sighs and rolls over, still as tired as ever. He gets up, nonetheless.

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You both get out of bed after 8 or 9 minutes of stretching, almost falling asleep, and cuddling.

“Do you want my sweatshirt?”

You hear Seungmin ask. He was still sitting on your shared bed while you were in the bathroom, trying to fix your hair.

“The 1987 one?” “Yeah, what else?” “I’d say yes if you hadn’t slept in it.” “You sleep in the same clothes and wear them all the time! What’s wrong with wearing clothes I’ve slept in?” “It’s sweaty.” “You wear this sweatshirt even if I’m sweating after practice. What’s the difference between sweating during practice and sweating while unconscious?”

You sigh and roll your eyes once more. You didn’t really understand the difference yourself. You could’ve just said you didn’t want to wear it but he would’ve asked why because that sweatshirt of his was your favorite on him and to “borrow”.

You don’t end up wearing the gray 1987 sweatshirt. You end up wearing your own clothes. A Harley Quinn shirt with some distressed jeans/shorts/skirt. You didn’t bother putting socks on. 1, you were in your own house and weren’t going anywhere and 2, you didn’t paint your toenails just to hide them. Not that anyone would look at your feet anyway. If they did, I suggest being slightly concerned unless you like it. No judgment :)

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Once you and Seungmin are both done getting ready, you make your way to the kitchen.

“Hey, Seung? Can you help me set up?”

“I was planning to anyway. We only have about an hour, right?” You nod and kiss Seungmin on the cheek before walking to the kitchen and gathering the bags of the eggs, candy, stuffies, baskets and other easter things.

“What can I do to help?”

Seungmin asks, standing patiently (somehow) in the doorway of the living room. “Can you put the eggs around? They should be all filled already.. If not,” You place a green-basket looking bowl on the table. It has candy of all kinds. Chocolate eggs, Reese's eggs, Marshmallow bunnies, Peeps, and much more.

Seungmin nods as a grin spreads across his plush lips. He was hoping you’d ask him to do that. He just wished you wouldn’t know what he was planning.

“No putting them in unreachable places, Kim Seungmin.” “Yeah, yeah. No promises.” Seungmin takes the box of eggs and starts placing them around the house. Most of them are in reachable places. Most of them.

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While Seungmin is placing the eggs for your little cousins, you set up their baskets. Each one with similar items. A blue basket with a blue bunny plush. This was for your youngest cousin, Myla. Even though she was barely 3, you knew she still loved bunnies. The next basket was themed yellow. It had extra peeps in it because you knew your second youngest cousin, Cosmo. Cosmo was 5, almost 6 and loved peeps with his whole little heart. He was always so happy when he found them in the store. And for your last, oldest cousin. (Oldest but still years younger than you). Constance. Her basket was purple themed. When she told you she wanted a purple themed basket from the Easter Bunny, you immediately noted that. Constance was 11. Her favorite color was purple and she liked playing Animal Crossing. Also noting that she loves Animal Crossing, you got her a plush of her favorite character, Blaire.

After you finished setting up the baskets and Seungmin was (almost) done with setting the eggs up, you called your mom to see if they were on their way.

“Hello?”

You hear through the speaker of your phone.

“Hey, mama, are you about to leave?”

“Yes, why?”

“Just wondering, do you want me to make some food? Besides lunch, of course. Snacks or drinks?”

Your mom thinks for a moment with a “hmm” sound coming from the other side of the line. You hear her ask your dad, aunt, and cousins if they wanted anything. You almost immediately hear a scream for Shirley Temples and Lay’s Salt and Vinegar chips. You laugh and make note of those 2 things.

“Anything else?” You ask. You felt like you were asking if someone at Subway wanted anything else with their order.

You hear your mom chuckle before responding.

“Fruits, preferably Mangos, Peaches and Strawberries. You can add other things to your liking, I just know everyone here will love those 3 things.”

“Alright. Thanks mama. I’mma go now, bye.” “Bye kiddo, we’ll see you in about 30, 40 minutes.”

You hum and hang up.

“What do they want?”

Seungmin asks from behind you. It scared you but you turn around, nonetheless.

“Fruits, Lay’s and Shirly Temples.”

“Oh, okay. We do have Sprites, Ginger Ales and that Grenadine stuff. I don’t know about fruits though. Do they want specific fruits or?”

“They want Mangos, Peaches and Strawberries. I know we have mangos and strawberries but I don’t think we have peaches. I’d also like some Watermelon and Pineapple..”

Seungmin nods and walks to the door.

“Where are you going?”

You ask, slightly surprised.

“Going to get fruits. Do we need anything else? Anything for lunch? Any drink preferences?”

“Uhm.. We could use some more coffee powder. Some milk too. I think that’s it.”

You get up and check the fridge along with your pantry to confirm your request.

“Yeah, that’s it.”

Seungmin nods and kisses you goodbye before heading out to the grocery store.

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While Seungmin is shopping for your list of groceries, you make some coffee with the last of the espresso mix you have. Luckily, it was just barely enough to make 1 last serving.

You enjoy your coffee while leaning against the counter.

After about 20 minutes, Seungmin comes back along with your family arriving.

When you see them enter the door, you’re quick to grab the groceries from Seungmin and place them on the kitchen island, peck Seungmin on the lips, and then hug all three of your cousins at once.

Once you get your cousins occupied with their baskets, you chat with your mom, dad and aunt, Seungmin prepping 4 Shirley Temples (3 for each of your cousins, 1 for you) and the snacks.

After chatting for almost an hour and your cousins complaining they’re bored and hungry, you prepare lunch while Seungmin entertains your cousins with whatever he finds funny.

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Once everyone is full with food, drinks and candy, you ask your cousins if they want to start the egg hunt. They all exclaim a loud yes and run over to Seungmin who was holding color-coded baskets for each of them. Purple, Blue and Yellow, just like the ones their things came in.

You, Seungmin, your mom, dad, and aunt all enjoy watching your 3 little cousins run around to gather as many eggs as they can. Some, Seungmin or your dad had to get for them because someone decided to put them in unreachable areas even though you specifically remember telling that someone not to.

You all share laughs and make new memories with each other. As much as they wish they could stay, your cousins hug you and Seungmin goodbye before you hug your parents and your aunt.

You make sure your cousins have everything and finally wave to them as they all walk out of the front door to go back home.

Once everyone leaves, you and Seungmin (half-ass) clean the house and end up cuddling each other on the couch, enjoying the silence after hours of 3 little kids running around and screaming.

“You’re cousins are little shits, you know that right?”

Seungmin teases.

You nod your head and laugh. You knew that. They were annoying to deal with but you love them anyway. You know Seungmin does too. He just refuses to show it.

“Happy Easter, Seung..”

You say quietly. Almost falling asleep even though it was around 5pm (17:00).

“Happy Easter, Y/N..”

#stray kids #kpop #male reader #fem reader #gn reader #gender #they/them #fluff #skz #easter #family time #cuteeee #teasing #memories #laughs #kpop x reader #seungmin x reader

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blocked-zombieartist · 5 months

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Bad Shellfish

Part one.

Today Avery forced me out of the office at 3. Three PM! Absolutely absurd. She had my work accounts frozen for the day, forcing an inability to do anything remotely productive. I walked out of the front doors of the Foundation building and adjusted my suit cuffs. What to do… I pondered the question as I strolled to my car. I settled behind the wheel of my chrome silver Jaguar and strapped myself in, reaching to start the ignition. Just then, my stomach rumbled. Reaching for my coffee cup, I discovered it was empty. Shit. No work, no good coffee, empty stomach. This was not my day.

I pulled out of the parking lot and got on the road. I mentally flipped through local cuisine and settled on a high end seafood restaurant that was only about fifteen minutes from my current location. I drove there and was immediately recognized and tended to by the staff. They escorted me to the back to a private dining area with many fish tanks full of exotic species. Is that what they mean by, “Served fresh daily”?

I ordered some shrimp scampi and a side of sushi, and was not disappointed in both the speed of delivery and the quality of the food. It was delicious. The first real lunch I’d had in a while, and soon I finished. After lunch, I paid my bill and drove back to Hawthorne House. The remainder of my day passed without much event.

The following morning, I woke up and noticed that I felt… off. My muscles ached slightly, and it felt different than the typical soreness after some heavy swimming. Had it been those post-swim aches, I’d have been able to tell, as I was well acquainted with those. However, this was different. I couldn’t quite place it. I sat up and got out of bed with a groan and a shiver. What on earth? I shouldn’t be cold either. One of the staff comes in before I wake up every morning and lights a fire in my room’s fireplace, and today’s was burning pleasantly. I shook it off and proceeded with my morning, showering, getting dressed and heading downstairs to our immaculate dining room for breakfast.

To my surprise, no one was at the table. Usually at the very least Nash and Xander were there by the time I arrived at breakfast. And the food was still lain out, but plenty of people had clearly already eaten. I glanced at my watch. Good lord. It was 9:23 AM! How on earth?? I was never late to breakfast, and certainly never this late! I must have slept in somehow. But how?? I don’t feel like I slept in. I’m quite tired still. I didn’t stay up that late reading. I automatically sat at the table and made my plate as my brain tried to make sense of what on earth is going on with me. By the time I actually registered the food now piled on my plate, my stomach revolted with a churn. I pushed my plate away with a glare of distaste. I stood and went to make myself a cup of coffee.

Once it was brewed, I carried it upstairs to my office and checked on my work accounts. Unshackled. Finally. I took a seat at my desk after turning the heat up and did some work. After a couple hours, the coffee had spurned a love hate relationship in me. I was only becoming more tired, which prompted me to drink the caffeinated beverage, but my stomach was now starting a rebellion. I leaned back in my chair, officially nauseous. A clenched fist to my mouth, I attempted to swallow a gag. What the hell was this? I was nauseated, cold despite the heat being well on, tired, and achy. I never felt this way! It’s like I was sick. But that was impossible. Hawthornes don’t get sick. We stand and tolerate an off day.

“I’m fine,” I gritted to no one but myself.

Five minutes later I was on the cold bathroom tile, over a toilet losing the coffee I’d drank. My throat now burned from the stomach acid as I made my way back to my office. My phone was lit up with a missed call notification. Nash. I picked up the phone and called him back.

“Hello?” I grimaced slightly as I heard how my voice sounded off. Not shocking, but certainly a potential give away to my ever perceptive big brother that I was feeling ill.

“Gray?” he drawled on the other end of the line. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.”

“Liar. You said hello. Everyone who’s ever talked to you on the phone twice knows you don’t do that. What’s up with your voice? And why were you late to breakfast? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. Just-“ I hurriedly stifled a gag. “Just busy.”

He knew something was up then. “Gray,” he warned. When I refused to respond, he hung up the phone. I rolled my eyes in spite of a forming headache. Knowing him, he was coming to find me. I huffed before clutching my stomach and rushing back into the bathroom.

#grayson Hawthorne #the inheritance games #nash hawthorne #fanfic #writeblr #sickfic #tumblr asks

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٭* Not Too Late *٭

Chapter 10 | chino moreno x reader

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y/n’s pov:

i barely got any sleep last night. i mean, how could i? my mind kept replaying yesterday. i was lost and confused. but not only that, the thought of what chino and me were doing, left me in a daze. what does last night mean for us? what does last night mean to him?

i’ve slept for at least three hours, but not simultaneously. my eyes felt heavy enough to go back to bed.

i looked over to my right and read the time. 7:10 AM. better get some sleep now before i’m too tired throughout today. i turned back over to my side and dozed off.

after finally getting four full hours of sleep, i had gotten up and went to take a shower. i still felt nasty from last night so it helped calm my mind down.

i walked out into the living room to get to my kitchen. my mom was sitting on the couch.

“good morning sleeping beauty. i see you decided to sleep in considering you had an active night last night.” she sipped her tea. i could feel her judgement coming towards me.

i groaned, knowing she was gonna bring this back up. “mom! i’m 20 years old. i should be able to go out with people without having to worry about my mother interrupting!” i grabbed a mug and poured the rest of the hot water my mom had left over in the kettle.

“yeah well i wouldn’t have to interrupt if you didn’t do your business in front of the house! do you know what the neighbors would’ve thought? especially if deborah seen.” she gagged and rolled her eyes. deborah was my mom’s neighbor enemy. they never established that they were enemies but they both kind of agreed on it without saying anything.

“i don’t even know why you care about everybody else’s opinion. it’s not like they weren’t all sleeping anyway!” i exclaimed, grabbing the milk from the fridge.

“that’s not the point y/n!” she paused because she noticed i was too focused on making my tea. i quickly finished up and walked over to the couch. i motioned my hand to indicate for her to continue while sitting down. she had a very dissatisfied look on her face. her look was so unbearable, i looked away sipping my tea. “you can’t just make out with people in front of the house!”

a sigh left my mouth. “i know mom. we were just talking and then things.. escalated.” i shrugged.

“yeah, i could tell.” she said giving me the side eye. i could hear the hint of sarcasm behind her voice. “next time, just make sure you do it as far way from the house as possible, alright?” a knock came from the door. she put her mug down onto the coffee table and went over to answer.

“camillo? what are you doing here?” her face was puzzled.

“hi mrs. l/n. these are for you!” chino held out a vase of flowers. “i’m sorry you had to see me and y/n like that last night. i wanted to make it up to you!” what the hell was chino doing?

“oh my! i haven’t received flowers in forever!” she squealed in excitement. yeah, you can say my mom is easily impressed. “thank you so much camillo! you know flattery will get you everywhere in life. please come in!” chino’s eyes laid on me as soon as he walked in. “so camillo, what can i do you for you?” she walked over to the counter and place down her new beautiful vase of flowers.

“i hope you don’t mind but would it be okay if i talked to y/n?” she turned around and rose her eyebrow. “alone?” how bold of him to be asking my mother of such things. she looked at me then back at chino. her stare always makes me break a sweat.

“fine! but no funny business!” she pointed at chino before leaving to her room. must’ve been the flowers that convinced her.

chino turned to me after hearing her door close. i got up and walked towards him. “now why would you sweeten up my mom like that?” i titled my head giggling.

“like i said, i wanted to make it up to her.” he smirked. “besides, i needed a reason to see you after last night.” i felt a little relieved hearing him say that. at least he’s been thinking about it too.

“about that-“ he cut me off.

“look!” he pulled out a single rose from his back pocket. “i brought this for you too.”

i gasped. “chino! you really didn’t have to!” i’ve never gotten flowers from anybody before. well a flower. chino never striked me as the romantic type.

“let me take you out. so we can talk about last night?” that wasn’t a half bad idea. now that we were sobered up, maybe we can get some things straight. my mind was too scrambled after last night, i needed answers.

i nodded. “let me just change my clothes real quick.” i started to walk to my room but he followed me. “you have to wait out here! i don’t want us getting in trouble again.” i said pushing him back towards to the living room.

“oh right.” he nervously chuckled.

i had no idea where chino was gonna take me. my heart was pounding thinking about what he’s gonna say to me. the sounds of my stomach grumbling interrupted the silence.

“you hungry?” chino asked. “we should get something to eat before we leave.”

“leave to where?” i tried to get an answer out of him.

he smiled. “you’ll see. where do you wanna eat?” my stomach growled again. i guess i was a little hungry.

“let’s go get jimmy’s. fries with their sauce sound super good to me right now.”

“your wish is my command.” he smirked.

he pulled into the drive-thru and ordered both of us a burger and a large fry to share. i got a dr pepper and he got a chocolate shake. i tried to give chino money for it but he wouldn’t let me.

“what kind of guy would i be if i don’t pay for the food on the first date?” he said pushing my money back into my pocket.

“oh so this is a date?” i leaned my face closer to him.

he smirked. “what if i told you it was?” his eyes analyzed mine. our faces were inches apart from each other. it suddenly grew hot.

“well i wouldn’t mind if it was.” i grinned. “you know how much i love hanging with you.” i brushed my hand against his face.

he tucked my hair behind my ear. “i’ve always wanted to that.” he flashed his smile at me. his hand ran through my hair.

we drove up and parked on a cliff side a little past sacramento. “it’s beautiful chino!” i said, stepping out of the car. the sky was blue and a hazy orange with pink undertones. the clouds looked like cotton balls. we could see the entire city from up here. all the cars driving by and the birds flying high.

chino stepped out of the car and hopped on his hood. “i knew you’d like it up here. i come up here sometimes to write lyrics.” he pat his hand right next to him, indicating for me to sit.

i hesitantly sat on the hood, hoping it wouldn’t dent. “what do you write the most about?”

he handed me my food. “i guess just whatever’s on my mind. sometimes my lyrics won’t have nothing to do with me, just a story.” he shrugged.

we sat there in silence, staring at the view. secretly, i felt like i about to have a panic attack. i’ve never felt this nervous before. what if chino was just drunk and acted on impulse? what if he didn’t want to be my friend anymore because of it? i was scared of the possible outcomes this could lead us to.

chino spoke. “so about last night…” i looked out at the view from the cliff mentally preparing myself for every bad thing that could happen right now.

“i understand. you were drunk and you regret it and that’s totally fine.”

“what are you on? i don’t regret it at all.” he scoffed.

“what? but i thought-“

“well you thought wrong. look y/n, i like you! ever since our night at the swings, i’ve been so confused about my feelings towards you. i thought no way i could like you. but last night changed that.”

his gaze softened at me waiting for an answer. “say something.” i couldn’t speak. he left me absolutely speechless. this feels like a dream. never did i think that chino would like me back. there were too many thoughts in my mind to say anything.

when i snapped out of my thoughts, chino had a disappointed look on his face. i suddenly leaned into him and pressed my lips against him. “i like you too, chino.” he cupped my face and brought me closer.

i scratched the back of his neck, moaning into his mouth. but before anything could escalate, he pulled away but remained close. “let’s not get carried away.” he smirked. damn you, chino!

i cleaned myself up a little bit. i couldn’t help but feel embarrassed. “so… what do you want us to be? there’s obviously a chemistry between us.” i dip my fry into his shake grinning at him. he had a sneer look on his face.

“i don’t think we should label anything yet.” i gave him a look. “it’s just that, i don’t wanna rush into anything. i really care about you so we should take things slow.”

his words made goosebumps grow over my body. i didn’t think he cared about me this much. “so are you suggesting we be friends with benefits?” i giggle at the idea. who would’ve thought this would be happening to little ole me?

“well when you put it like that it sounds bad.” he laughed nervously before pausing. “but yeah basically.”

i smirked. “you wouldn’t mind if i went out with other guys though, right?”

“no!” he quickly responded with a stern voice. he shook his face while clearing his throat. “i was thinking we could just be each others go to hook up whenever we needed it or something.” he mumbled. my heart started racing at what chino wanted.

“chino, i don’t want you to give up not seeing other girls. especially if we’re not even dating. i feel bad.” i shrugged.

“i’m willing to give that up for you.” he smiled at me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “besides, you’re the only girl i have my eyes on.” butterflies exploded in my stomach. at least that’s what it felt like because holy fuck. i didn’t think a man was capable of giving something up like that. i felt a little special.

i smiled back at him and kissed his cheek. “you pinky promise you’ll stay true to me if i stay true to you?” i stuck out my picky finger towards him.

he chuckled before pinky promising. “i pinky promise.” we turned back to the beautiful view. i rested my head on his shoulder and he rested his head on mine. his arm held me tight, close to his chest. the smell of his cologne made me want to be like this forever. i wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else with anybody else right now. this moment was absolutely perfect.

a/n: i hope everyone enjoyed today’s chapter !! i do have a few announcements to make. my first announcement is that i will be going on break for two weeks. i wanna catch up on some writing before i continue publishing these chapters. so i will be back March 29th ! and for the other announcement, when i come back, im not going to continue to post on tumblr anymore. i get shadow banned pretty often because of these posts and it’s kind of disappointing to see my chapters aren’t doing well as they are on ao3. so im sorry to all my tumblr readers but if you want to continue reading not too late, it will be posted on my ao3 from this point on. but if anyone opposes it, please just comment and i will keep posting on here. anything for my readers ! lots of love <3

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jsprnt · 6 months

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Healing Hearts PT.9 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

A/N: Hi loves! Sorry for the late post. I’ve been studying for exams I have this week and the next week and it’s been insanely time consuming. That’s also why I’m choosing to take a two week break from writing, I hope you guys will understand. Don’t worry, I promise I’ll be back with a banger. For now, enjoy this chapter <3

WC: 4.326

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I let go of the steering wheel as I arrive at the terminal, half slumping over it due to how tired I am. Rubbing my eyes lightly to not smudge my mascara, even though I knew that the moment I sat down in the plane I would be out cold and my make up would be smeared. Thankfully, I could use all my energy on driving carefully and properly.

I groan, cursing the scheduling staff for planning a flight with the team at seven in the morning. The match against LASK would take place tomorrow evening, so why the rush?

I grab my small suitcase filled with all the essentials I would need over the course of the next two days. I throw my handbag over my shoulder, actively trying to avoid the September sun, beaming into my tired eyes while locking my car.

I turn around walking towards the small private plane terminal. The wind had picked up since I left my home, making me feel like my suitcase weighed a million pounds. I place my hand above my eyes, looking down at the floor as I continue walking.

"Lookin' tired doctor."

I turn around abruptly, eyes meeting a cheery Robbo.

"Hm slept way too little." I respond, zero energy in my voice. He walks up next to me, a comforting smile on his face while he pats my shoulder.

"Sleep on the plane. Four hours should be good enough doctor."

"That was exactly my plan." I mumble a small smile cracking on my face, continuing to walk beside him. Pulling my suitcase behind me.

It had been about a week since the guys had come back from international duty. The away game against Wolves last Saturday was an amazing way to start again, with a 3-1 for Liverpool.

I had totally been busy with injuries lately, working on the recoveries and planning that came with them. Ibou could start tomorrows game thankfully. I still had to work with Trent on his injury, but I had full faith in his recovery.

Things between me and Virgil had been- normal. He'd joined the team on the away game, showing support to the guys even when he was suspended.

Thinking about that £100.000 fine he had received had me sweating just at the thought of having to pay. Expensive things and prices weren't that foreign to me, but having to spend that amount on a fine had me shocked. I had teased him about it, telling him he could abstain from buying a new super car that week. He had given me an annoyed look, as he continued to run faster on the treadmill during one of our appointments. I had never laughed at him that hard before.

He had brought up our conversation in his car after the appointment, urging me to not keep problems to myself again. I had waved him off with a smile, telling him I'd be fine. Truly, I hadn't lied. Everything had been going fine so far, no calls and no messages from him. I had just been living my life as normal as possible.

The week without Virgil had been a busy one, me being fully engrossed with work and everything. Both the paperwork and recovery of Trent and Ibou consuming most of my time.

The messages from Virgil were the only thing keeping me sane as I worked from morning to the evening. I couldn't lie, going to bed after reading a sweet goodnight message was something I really missed experiencing. That week had blessed me with the best sleep I'd ever gotten since I had moved to Liverpool.

We walk into the terminal, seeing all the familiar faces making me realize I had to actually socialize, instead of trying to sleep standing upright. We both walk through security quickly, being done within a couple minutes.

"I'm sitting." I mumble quickly to Robbo. I greet the people I walk past curtly, making my way over to the lounge, walking up to the very comfy looking seat.

I plop down, head down as I lean back into the chair. My handbag placed, on my lap. I close my eyes, sighing to my self at the peaceful feeling. Though sadly, that peace is broken by a hand tapping my arm lightly. I open my eyes, ready to yell at the person, but my mood changes as I am greeted by a hand holding out a warm cup of coffee. My eyes trail up the arm of the person, tired eyes meeting with Virgil's.

"Oh it's you." I mumble, squinting slightly due to the sun beaming through the glass panels. "Yes it's me. Disappointed?" He replies, a small smile on his lips.

"Very disappointed." I tease my voice tired, arms folded on my chest as I shake my head at him. He raises a brow, clicking his tongue before pulling the cup of coffee away from me.

"See, I saw you that looked tired and got you some coffee, but since you're disappointed by seeing me-" I chuckle at him, extending my hand to grab the cup of hot brown liquid. "I'm kidding, of course I'm happy to see you." I tease, taking a sip of the coffee. He sighs, looking at me with an annoyed but amused look.

He takes a seat beside me, as I sip on the coffee. The caffeine is either going to keep me up or give me the worse headache known to mankind in the next hour. I slump back in my chair, feet off the ground as I sway them a little.

"Why are you acting like you barely slept?" He asks, leaning closer. I lift my arm, putting it above my eyes in a comforting way. "Cause I barely slept like five hours." I mumble, a soft huff leaving my lips.

"Why? You were off pretty early yesterday."

"You'll either call me an idiot or laugh." I sigh before continuing. "I woke up in the middle of the night after dreaming- well having a nightmare about losing my passport." I explain, arm still placed on my head. "So- I woke up panicking. I immediately started looking for my actual passport and couldn't find it. Which lead me to turn my entire apartment upside down and a panic attack until I realized I had placed it into my handbag." I pull my passport out of my handbag, waving it at him. He doesn't spare a second before he's laughing as loud as he can, way too loud this early in the morning.

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious." I grumble, a little embarrassed at the attention he's drawing. "Stop laughing- you're making my head hurt." I mumble.

He clears his throat before turning to me again. I lift my arm and look at him, seeing the most beautiful smile on his face. My eyes travel down to his tatted arms, getting practically lost in the pretty designs.

He opens his mouth to say something, but he's stopped by the announcement of us being allowed to board. I groan, squeezing my eyes fully shut for a moment before standing up along with Virgil. He pulls his training fleece on, following me out.

The overly tired girl stands up, grabbing her handbag as Virgil walks alongside her. He observes her slumped and tired looking frame, feeling a slight thump in his heart. He didn't like seeing her mood so down.

He reaches out to her and grabs her handbag, her head moving to the side and up to look at what he's doing. His hand now clinging onto her handbag.

"Let me hold it- looks heavy." He mumbles, his hand coming to rest in between her shoulder blades in a comforting manner. She doesn't react, exhausted and slightly slumped forward as she practically lets him guide her towards the plane.

Both are unaware of the gossiping and teasing looks exchanged in between the other Liverpool players.

The cold winds blow past them, making them slow their pace significantly before stepping into the plane and taking their seat, next to each other. She slides into the window seat, head already slumped against the soft cushion of the luxurious seat. He sits down after putting his belongings up, her handbag placed on the small table-like space in between their seats.

They take off a while later, but Virgil taps her shoulder, taking her out of her tired trance.

"Hm? What's wrong?" She asks, turning slightly to face him. "Here, drink this and go to sleep." He says, handing her a bottle of water. She raises a brow, grabbing the bottle and taking a few gulps.

"I don't know if I want to sleep now." She mumbles, standing up to remove her phone from her back pocket. "Why? You still look tired."

"Yeah but-" she begins looking into his brown eyes. "Do we have wet wipes on the plane?" He looks at her confused, wondering why she'd need them. "I'll be back." she says. Walking away as he's looking back at her confused.

She walks back not even a minute later, wet wipes in her hand as she sinks back into her seat. She starts wiping off the make up that was quickly applied that morning.

"You're wiping your make up off to go to sleep?" He asks, looking at her intently. "Yeah, these white seats won't look pretty nor will my face." She jokes, running the wipe along her cheeks. Carefully removing the last of her eye make up before turning to him. "Can you look if all the mascara is gone?" She asks, moving her face close, so he can see.

Virgil stares at her, taking in the beauty of her bare face, realizing he'd never seen her without make up before, this time she was fully bare faced. "The make up? Yes, I think it's all gone." He replies, a breathlessness in his normally deep voice.

She smiles, moving back to sit in her seat comfortably. "Thank you for checking." She discards the used wipes. She can feel her head staring to hurt and places her head back on the soft cushion, a yawn leaving her lips as her eyes become droopy, her exhaustion taking over and pulling her into a slumber. Soft snores making it obvious she was in need of a nap.

The athlete notices the snores, chuckling at the physio sleeping peacefully next him. Staring at her for a moment, tracing her beautiful features with his eyes.

He notices her shiver, and tugs his training fleece off, leaving him in his T-shirt and draping it on her sleeping figure.

He notices his teammates loud banter from across the aisle, hearing them joke loudly brings a smile to his face. He glances back at y/n, noticing her stirring, half awake. He reaches out, placing a hand on her arm and trying to calm her down.

"It's just the guys, go back to sleep hm?" He whispers tenderly, and her eyes close again. He watches her fall back into a slumber, and returns to watching his show he had selected earlier. He'd send a glare to the younger guys when they'd get too rowdy, telling them to calm down just incase they'd wake their physio up. Glancing at her sometimes to check on her.

A quiet "Sorry Virg" sent to him after he would glare. Virgil unaware of the fact that his teammates were gossiping about their way too obvious captain. Making up stories and betting on ways he'd finally confess to their beloved physio.

I open my eyes, squinting at the sunlight beaming through the window, noticing a jacket on my lap. I fix some of my hair and look at Virgil who looks totally invested into the show he's watching. I look at his bare arms and realize he must've placed his jacket on me while I was asleep. Making me feel warm at the thought. I reach over to nudge him, he turns his head immediately, removing his earphones.

"Oh you're awake."

"How long did I sleep?" I ask him, rubbing my eyes. He checks the time on his screen. "About two hours."

"Really? I was out for two hours?" I gasp.

"Yeah, I just let you sleep because you looked so peaceful." He says, staring at my slightly disheveled form. I can feel my face flush, so I decide stand up, grabbing my handbag and telling him I'll freshen up. I walk past him, sighing to myself as I walk down the aisle to the toilet.

I stare at myself in the mirror, thankfully I didn't look that bad, though my eyes were definitely puffy. I wash my face and fix my appearance a little, pulling down the soft white top I'm wearing since it had ridden up a little while asleep.

I walk back into my seat, plopping down and staring at the screen Virgil was watching, he notices, taking out one of his earphones and handing it to me with no words exchanged. I smile at him, accepting it as we continue to watch the show together.

I watch as the guys train, the sun had gone down a while ago in Linz, the sky pitch black with stars twinkling as I look up to admire them. The beauty of the sky in an open field was incomparable to the view of it in the big city, but both were amazing to look at.

I had been to Austria before, not necessarily stayed but visited it during a road trip me and my family went on when I was younger. We had traveled all around Europe for about three weeks. My parents had taken much-needed time off and decided traveling and seeing as many places as possible was the way to go.

I snap out of my thoughts at the sound of a whistle, realizing training had finally ended for the day. I tug my jacket on, chuckling at myself for being cold while all the players were drenched in sweat due to training. I watch as I see some of the players sit down on the chairs on the side of the pitch, and walk over to hand them some water.

"How are you even cold?" I hear Ibou yell, visibly tired. I laugh at him, handing him a bottle.

"Because I didn't go running throughout the entire field like you guys." I retort. "Besides I have low iron." I say, zipping up my jacket, hearing some players laugh. "Low iron yeah?" I hear Virgil say, smirking. "What? Can you let me live?" I say, hands on my hips while looking at him offended.

Our conversation- well bickering is interrupted as I turn my head to look at Dr. Woods, who's calling out to me, talking to me about the condition of some players.

Since Dr. Davis couldn't be here I would have to step in for him. This also meant I could join Dr. Woods on the bench as physiotherapist, making me feel super excited for tomorrows game. Finally, my bench debut would happen!

We arrive back at the fancy hotel, our luggage already brought up to our rooms. I was told I could take Dr. Davis'. So, I had my own private room I didn't have to share with any other female staff member, making me long for the comfortable silence and the big soft bed.

I walk along with some players, listening to them chat amongst each other. I reach into my jacket pocket, grabbing the chocolate snack I had stuffed into it, just in case. I had been craving sweets lately, undoubtedly an early sign of my period. I unwrap it, taking a bite before realizing I'm being watched by someone.

"What? I can't have low iron and a snack?" I ask Virgil. My eyebrows raised defensively as I take another bite, shaking my head at his judging expression. He raises his hands, jokingly surrendering with a smile on his face. "I didn't say a word."

"You've been on the doctors case a lot captain, give it a rest." I hear Robbo say as he puts his arm around my shoulders. I smile at him, as he tries defending me. "I know right he's being so rude." I say, as I start fake crying and Robbo laughings. I glance back at Virgil, seeing his expression drop for a moment, something flickering in his eyes.

"You've been teaming up with my teammates! What is this, no support for your captain at all!" He points to Robbo, but other players around us laugh, knowing they've joined me with teasing him. "Sorry lad, the doctor is the one helping me recover after I get injured. I don't want to be on her bad side." I smirk at him, holding back a laugh as we walk into the hotel.

I tell the guys goodnight as I get off the elevator on the level my room is. Walking into the hotel room, immediately walking over to check the view. The shining city lights making me admire them for a second before jumping into the shower.

I walk back out of the shower, bathrobe on as I plop onto the bed. Picking up my phone from the nightstand, realizing my friends had been ringing it. I press onto the missed call, their faces coming into view as I lift the phone closer to my face.

"Finally, miss sports physio called us back." I hear Monet say. I roll my eyes at her, leaning back and throwing my self fully onto the bed. "I was in the shower." I say, voice tired. "How was the flight?" Priya says. "Fine, I took a nap." I reply, running a hand on my face.

"You guys, she called me at two in the morning! Thinking she lost her passport, panicking for I think an hour, before realizing she put it in her handbag!" Jul shouts complaining about my late night call to her. I hear the others chuckle.

"Stop, it's not funny! I really thought I was fucked this time!" I whine. "You really need to stop overthinking, girl you used to always do that back in uni." Liz replies sternly. I groan at the tone in her voice, a scolding from her was always imminent.

I talk to them some more, before hanging up as I had to go to bed. I yawn, grabbing my suitcase and choosing my sleepwear. Changing as fast as possible and getting ready to finally rest properly.

I cheer as the referee whistles, clapping at the team's performance during the game. Liverpool had won 3-1 and I couldn't be prouder since they were on top of their table. The match was full of exciting moments like, Ryan's first assist for Liverpool and most importantly the final win. Not to mention, my first time being actively working on the pitch during a Liverpool match.

We walk back into the team bus, everyone tired but in a good mood. I pull out my phone, checking my notifications before clicking on the highlights of my childhood football club, who also had a match, the same time as us.

Despite only getting interested into football in my late teenage years, my dad always made it a point to teach me to love his childhood club. It was a generational tradition at this point. Since my dad is part Turkish, and was raised by my Turkish grandfather, he had to support the same Turkish football club: Fenerbahçe. It was one of the things that bonded me and my dad, at least a little.

"What are you watching? Highlights of what game?" I pause the video turning to Virgil. "My childhood club." I reply. "Fenerbahçe? Right you're part Turkish." He remembers, and I nod. "Think Galatasaray is better to be honest." He blurts, and glare at him. He really had to say that he liked my clubs biggest rivals in their league?

"Stop right now, I swear I'll never treat you again." I threaten, offended. "You're a little too fanatic- Okay I'll stop." He surrenders, a smirk on his face. I sigh, and return back to watch the video. "Oh they won, are you happy doctor?" He interrupts, again. "Yeah, my dad is so happy." I laugh, showing him the rare message my dad had sent in our family group chat.

I glance back at him, noticing him staring at me instead of the phone screen. I see him look away quickly, mumbling something about football making everyone happy. I can feel butterflies in my stomach, but I try to shrug it off, returning to finish watching the video. This time paying half the attention with my thoughts somewhere else.

We feel the bus park a while later, and we all walk out and go up to our hotel rooms. I wave everyone off, getting into my room, not feeling very tired, but remembering we had to get up at nine thirty this time, to get back to Liverpool.

I hear my phone ping as I'm watching TV on the couch, snacking on some candy and chocolate I had gotten this morning. I check my phone, seeing that Virgil had texted.

"Are you up y/n?"

I immediately feel butterflies in my stomach. What's with late text?

"Yeah, I'm up." I text, snapping a picture of the snacks on the table. "Craved some candy and a good movie."

He sends a funny sticker, also snapping back a video of him laying in his bed, might I add, shirtless. He pans the camera to show his own empty room, hearing his TV blare in the background. "Ohh so captain gets his own room?" I text, teasing him.

I smile to myself. If anyone else was in this room, they probably think I looked like a giddy teenage girl, texting her crush.

"What room are you in?" He replies, and my heart stops for a second. Why does he want to know that? Does he want to come here? I mentally panic before, getting it together and telling him what number.

"311 why?" I ask.

"You'll see." He replies, and I shoot up from my position. Is he actually coming to my room? At almost ten o'clock? I neglect texting back, running to my bathroom, fixing my hair and putting on some sweatpants underneath my oversized shirt. I take my time, just in time for a knock on the door.

I calmly walk up to the door, placing my head against the door to check through the peephole.

It's hotel staff?

I open the door carefully, sticking my head out of the opening. "Hello miss! Your room service." I stare at him for a second, tilting my head before it clicks. Virgil wasn't coming over to my room.

No, he'd ordered room service for me?

I open the door wider, allowing the man to bring in the food, he leaves shortly after and I close the door behind him.

I grab my phone off the couch, walking up to the food that was ordered for me. Two charcuterie boards; one consisting of all sorts of fruit and the another one full off savory snacks.

This was the sweetest thing someone had done for me in a long time, it making me a little emotional. Tears well up in my eyes at the thought. I couldn't tell if it was my hormonal cycle changing or it was due to the fact that I genuinely was so touched.

My phone pings with Virgil sending messages.

"Did you receive it?" He asks. "I thought this would be better than eating unhealthy snacks."

I feel a single tear drop down my cheek, replying with a picture of my crying face. "Wait, why are you crying? Do you do not like it?" He texts and I feel more tears fall down.

"No, it's so sweet that you thought of doing this." I reply, wiping away the tears on my cheek.

"Come on anyone would think of doing that." He says, and I laugh to myself. He was either way too oblivious or trying to be humble.

"No, seriously. You're so sweet, thank you." I reply, along with a sticker of a cute kitten. He sends a sticker back, before telling me to enjoy the snacks along with the movie.

I suddenly get an idea.

"Do you want to come over? I mean I couldn't finish all this by myself.” I ask, a little nerve wracked, fidgeting with my necklace.

"Are you sure? It's late, and we have to be up early." He replies.

"It's fine come down!" I text back, before dropping my phone on my bed and running to pull on some more appropriate lounge wear, this time knowing he'd come over for sure.

My phone pings a couple minutes later and I open the message. "I'm at your door." I read, before hearing a knock.

"I'm coming." I say, a little quieter too not wake up everyone on my floor. I swing my door open, revealing a very relaxed looking Virgil, in gray sweats and a black T-shirt. The dream combo, I hold back a laugh.

I notice how good his hair looked, his waves done neatly. Did this man just take his durag off or? His hair always looked freshly done, no matter what.

"Hey." He mutters. A pretty smile on his face.

"Hi." I whisper back, returning the smile as my dimples show. I step aside, making way for him to enter my room, and closing the door behind him.

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lilbittystar · 11 days

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Ouch.

It was quite Saturday day night and you were getting cozy with another guy watching a movie with the lights off Till you heard the front door unlocked unexpectedly

Hey you heard your best friend Alex voice boom out from the front still not seeing you and the guy cuddling)- y/n i know I came to you’re apartment uninvited but i thought we could watch finally watch the season finale of the tv show we were watching last month since i finally have some free time- he flicks the lights open and automatically flips them off you didn’t see his reaction but you heard him start saying y/n im sorry and he closes the lights and fleds the scene.

Who’s was that said random dude(lmafo he’s irrelevant)

I’m so sorry (random guy name) he’s my bestfriend..

Alex walks back to his apartment bummed out that he saw you and another dude getting cuddly with one another it Bothered him because he sorta had thing for you but he really dosent acknowledges his feelings because you guys are really close and he rather have you as a friend more then anything. Alex was hurt that you didn’t tell him about you actually dating, it was kinda his fault that he didn’t ask you through text to come over, it was so normal that you weren’t doing anything when he random popped in But He was taken it back And confused with his feelings he finally got home and sank to his couch turning the led light blue playing really sad heart breakmusic.

The next day.

Alex? you opened his creaky ass door open as you came with (to go pancakes as a peace tready) he was sleepy soundly on the couch hugging a pillow still with the blue led lights on, and soft sad music ina lower volume. You start cleaning up leftover dishes in his sink it wasn’t much. You got near his window and opened his curtains slowly. He mumbled something and you glanced at him and your heart started to race he looked so peaceful and beautiful sleeping the sunlight hitting his face. He mumbled something again and this time flipping over to face the couch.

You felt tired it was still early it was around 9!so you ended up going into his bedroom and falling asleep in his bed you have slept in his bed before he usually takes couch and let’s you take his bed. when it has gotten really late when you guys hang out.a couple hours later you hear sounds from the drawer you hear him take things in and out. Alex? he screams because he got scared. What the fuck y/n he laughs a little I thought you left? I saw you brought pancakes. Mm yeah about that Alex can I talk to you?

Mmm mm yeah whats up? he sits on the end of the bed facing you. Im seeing people and I’m sorry that haven’t told you sooner. Usually I get ackword talking about relationships stuff with friends and people in general. mmm yeah that’s cool y/n date who ever you want I don’t care just if he takes care of you alright you deserve and are worthy of someone who’s great? he sorta looks away feeling a bit hurt. aww rly thanks for being supportive you hug him in joy. And he just accepts the hug.

A couple months go by and you and random guy aren’t really working out. It feels like something is missing.

Alex invites you to hang out at his place it’s been awhile

#qsmp x reader #quackity x y/n #spotify #quackity x reader #alex quackity #quackity x you #flirting

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timelesslords · 2 years

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9: why are you awake right now? 🫶🏻

send me prompts!

Annabeth’s eyes snapped open, the nightmare she’d been having abruptly cut short. She stared at her ceiling, giving herself a few seconds to adjust back to reality. She was in bed, in her and Percy’s apartment. And Percy was right next to her… except, as she rolled over, she realized he wasn’t.

Her heart rate immediately started to pick up again, even as she did her best to calm it. He’d probably just gotten up to go to the bathroom or get a glass of water or something. She could see light streaming out from under the bedroom door, so he had to be out there.

Still, she grabbed Riptide from Percy’s bedside table before she opened the door.

She needn’t have bothered. The light was from the TV, and Percy was sitting on the couch in front of it, wrapped in a blanket, knees to his chest. He didn’t even seem to notice the door opening, at least not until Annabeth stepped into the room.

“Why are you awake right now?” she asked.

It was a stupid question, and they both knew it. Not in that she knew the answer, exactly— there were a dozen reasons why sleep might’ve escaped him tonight, and none of them were good. Really she was asking if he wanted to talk about it, but the half-shrug he gave seemed to answer that question in a very definitive no.

He wasn’t looking away from the TV either, which was muted and playing what looked to be a YouTube video of someone’s personal aquarium. Fish silently darted around the screen, throwing blue light and shadows over his face.

“Want company?” Annabeth asked. Percy shook his head, but she could tell from the slight grimace on his face that he didn’t really mean it.

“You should go back to sleep. You have work tomorrow,” he said. Annabeth took that to mean he did want company, but didn’t want to admit it. So she sat down on the couch next to him, sliding half his blanket over her lap. Percy sighed, giving her an exasperated look.

“Beth,” he said, “You have to be up in like four hours.”

“That’s why coffee exists,” Annabeth said. “What are we watching?”

“Fish,” Percy said simply. He seemed to have accepted that Annabeth wasn’t leaving, because he scooted closer to her, their sides pressed together.

“Can you hear them?” Annabeth asked. She knew Percy could talk to most sealife, but she wasn’t sure if it worked through a screen or not. Percy shook his head.

“Nah. I wish I could. Their tank looks kinda small.”

Times like these Annabeth wished they lived closer to the ocean. She loved New York, loved being close to Sally and Estelle, and she knew Percy loved the city, but sometimes she thought it might be easier to snap him out of these moods with a little salt water.

“It is a lot of fish,” Annabeth agreed. They were bright and colorful, tropical looking. The camera didn’t show all of the tank, but they were darting in and out of frame enough that it couldn’t be much bigger than what was shown.

Percy nodded listlessly. He looked tired, dark circles running under his eyes. Annabeth had thought he’d looked a little tired the past few days, but it was only seeing him now in the middle of the night that she realized just how exhausted he seemed.

“Have you not been sleeping all week?” Annabeth asked. Percy glanced over at her, a little guiltily.

“On and off,” he admitted, sinking a little lower into the couch.

“Percy, why didn’t you say anything?” Annabeth asked, trying not to sound too scolding, or too dismayed. He just shrugged, still staring at the TV.

“Didn’t want you to worry. Or keep you up with me.”

“Hey,” Annabeth said, nudging him with her elbow, “I wanna know these things. You don’t get to keep them from me because you don’t want me to worry.”

“Beth,” he sighed, but Annabeth wasn’t done.

“If I hadn’t slept a full night in a week you’d want me to tell you,” Annabeth insisted, “right?”

Percy grimaced, probably knowing he was trapped. “Yeah,” he admitted.

“So how is this any different?” she asked.

“It’s not,” he sighed, “I’m sorry. I should’ve said something. Next time I will, promise.”

“Thank you,” Annabeth said, snuggling a little closer to him. He nodded, setting his head on her shoulder.

“You’re very pliable when you’re tired,” Annabeth noted, and she felt the short huff of laughter from him more than she heard it.

“You’re being mean,” he complained, “I’m sleep deprived and you’re bullying me.”

“Guess you’d better get some sleep then,” Annabeth said lightly. Percy just yawned, nodded.

It wasn’t the most comfortable position Annabeth had ever slept in, but she didn’t care. Especially not when Percy’s breaths started to even out, his heart rate slowing and steadying. It was only when she was sure he was asleep against her shoulder that she closed her eyes, letting herself drift off again.

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sleepy cat

Katsuki bakugou x reader

Warnings: language (its bakugou, yall.), insomnia

Jennies notes: hi im writing this at 12 am cause i also have insomnia and a horrible sleep schedule. It's wonderful, really. Also please tell me my characterization is good im getting anxiety over it- im sorry its short i was tired as well as i have just gotten off a 9 hour shift

It wasn’t like you to get lots of sleep. Not because of your quirk, but because of your horrible case of insomnia. You always had dark eye circles no matter how late you slept in. Everyone knew it too, so they tried not to wake you, lest they deal with the rage. Either yours or Katsuki’s.

So when you walked into the common room on a Saturday morning wrapped in a blanket, nobody uttered a word. You weren’t really a morning person. Bakugou looked up, patting the seat next to him to signal you to sit down. Albeit he did it aggressively with a grumble.

“Sleep well?” He looked back down to his phone, feeling the dip of the cushion as you sat down.

“Is that really a question? But I did get six hours of sleep, so new record I guess. I’m still tired.”

He grunted in response, watching from the corner of his eye as you eyed the pillow on his lap. “Go back to sleep then.”

“You’re so sweet for offering!” You grinned mischievously, and he turned a mighty glare that would bring any person to their knees in your direction.

“Just shut up and lay down before I change my damn mind.”

You took that opportunity with a chuckle, making yourself comfortable to go back to sleep. And, soon enough, you were out. As soon as he was sure you were out, he started stroking your hair like a villain would do to their cat.

“Didn’t they just wake up five minutes ago?” Kaminari asked from across the room, a little too loudly for Bakugou’s liking. You stirred, and Bakugou glared at him.

“Would you shut the hell up? You’re too god-damn loud. So what? They need sleep anyway. They work hard enough to afford it.” He whisper-shouted, still proceeding to stroke your hair.

“They’re way too comfortable with you, Bakugou.”

“What did I just fucking say, shitty hair.”

“Yeah yeah, I’ll watch it, but hey, did you listen to the bands I showed you?” Kirishima sat on the arm of the couch you both were on, talking to Bakugou about Shinedown and Insane Clown Posse.

And everyone watched as you slept peacefully on Bakugous lap, while he held a conversation with anyone who talked to him. Well, now they knew how to calm him down.

Have a very sleepy you nearby.

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oubliette-odette · 4 months

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The Reluctance of Love Pt. 18

Orc Male x Half-Elf Male, Fated Mates, Forbidden Love, Slow Burn Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17 Word Count: 2257 (average 17 min read) Content Warnings: mention of mating, homophobia, fantasy racisms. All orcish is from orcishdictionary.com, created by Matt Vancil.

It had only been a few hours when night let itself drift into the soft pale light of the morning. Altan was still snuggled into me. Tightly. My arms were stiff from holding him, but I refused to let go. My body felt the strain from being awake through the night and holding such a tense position for so long, but I was wide awake and I roved across the now gray horizon to catch sight of anyone looking for us. I had not yet seen anyone return back to Berdusk. Even if I had been tired, the fact that Altan had been touching me for this long was reason enough to keep me up all night. I was frozen in place, completely stock still and waiting for the dream to shatter, for something to break the moment.

Yet, Altan slept. Soundly. Peacefully. Right next to me.

I was dumbfounded. I was also incredibly nervous.

What was I supposed to do?

I knew that we should be moving soon, but every time I looked down at him, all I could see was his small frame, fitting perfectly within my hold and the peaceful rise and fall of his long, slow sleeping breaths. If I leaned over, I could see his gentle expression and the way his hand had bunched the front of my vest into his hands and clung to it. Anytime I shifted, his hands would tighten around the fabric and he would pull himself closer to me.

I might have moved many times on purpose just to watch again how he reacted to me.

As soon as the grass took on a pale hue and the sky turned a misty gray, I didn’t want to risk waiting any longer to move. I gently laid a hand on Altan’s shoulder and gave one small shake. “Altan.” I said, softly.

A moan escaped his lips and he once again drew himself to me. He buried his head into the center of my chest.

“Altan, nod merad.” My heart. The words felt unfamiliar and strange in my mouth. But I liked it the more I said it. “We must be going.”

He started to squirm, his head burrowing into me like he wanted to bury himself into my chest. He opened his mouth wide into a yawn and suddenly he was completely stretched out and his limbs were everywhere. I had to lean back to let him extend his arms out.

He sat up and I noticed how his hair was flat on the side of his face and the center of his forehead was red where he had been resting it on me. His eyes and cheeks were soft and reminded me of the dough Doxxah made. I wanted to squeeze him. I moved my hands to sit on them as I waited patiently for him to awaken. Everything about this was new to me, and I loved discovering this about him.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

He blinked and opened and closed his mouth a few times. I was getting the sense that Altan was not a morning person. He ruffled his hand through his hair, somehow making his appearance even messier and also more adorable. I bit my bottom lip and held back the urge to reach out and touch him.

He finally seemed able to focus and his attention fell on me, and then like the morning sun, his shoulders lifted and his lips parted into an open mouthed smile.

“It really wasn’t a dream.” He proclaimed.

I shook my head and managed to smile. “Still here.”

We seemed to have developed an odd habit where we let conversation die before it even started, replacing it with long stares. I knew for me, it was because I was terrified to say something stupid in front of him. And he was also very beautiful to look at. Words tended to disappear from my brain the moment I saw him and it would take me a few minutes to recover my speech. I had no idea why Altan froze into a mute daze, but I could only hope it was good.

He finally broke the silence with a small laugh, “I’m..I just…I can’t believe that you’re here. We’re together.”

“Not completely.” I said. “We need to be moving soon.”

He became sober and grabbed his knees and hoisted himself to his feet. “Then let us be off.”

I pulled my pack off and pulled a small paper package, I unwrapped it and revealed a small cluster of tarts, each filled with a bright red raspberry filling. “Eat. We’ll need it to make it today.” And from another pocket I pulled out a waterskin.

His eyes softened and he leaned down, reaching for a tart. “You take such good care of me.”

I felt my face go hot and I looked at the ground, reaching for a tart of my own. I downed it in one bite and then handed the paper sack to him. “I’ll go take a look around.”

I rose to my feet and looked around us. The land surrounding Berdusk was mainly plainlands with the occasional copse of trees and clusters of large boulders. We would need to rely on every available tree, rock, or shadow we could find to keep ourselves concealed from plain sight. The later the day would climb, the more difficult it would be to hide.

“I’m ready.” He said beside me. He had his pack on his back and his hair was pulled back from his face, looking a little more put together.

I nodded and with my pack over my shoulder I led the way onward.

We walked instead of ran and my head was constantly looking over our shoulder, ahead of and around us. I saw the way Altan watched me and would sometimes look out.

“How far is your home from here?” He asked.

“Couple days. I’ve never come from this way before.”

“Do we have a map?” He asked.

“Don’t need one.” I said. “I can always find home.”

“Is that an orc thing? Or a Drun thing?”

I hummed, “Most orcs stay in their tribe their whole life, we aren’t meant to be solitary. Our instinct is always to return home.”

“What made you become solitary?” He asked, then hurriedly followed up, “I don’t think it’s bad at all that you’re that way. I only meant to ask because I’m curious. Everyone is different, and I think that’s good.”

I smiled down at him, “I don’t really know. Perhaps my head got hit too many times when I was young and addled my brain. Perhaps there really is something wrong with me.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with you.” He had to pick up the pace to stay abreast with me, and I guiltily fell back, slowing my pace. “I know your family has called you broken for a long time, but I don’t think so.”

“Because everything that you admire is what my family sees as weak.”

He shook his head, “But that doesn’t make you broken. Perhaps you’re something greater than them. You could be bringing in a new era to your people.”

I shook my head, “An admirable thought, but not likely.”

“Then perhaps you were made that way for something greater for yourself.”

“Like you, maybe?”

He blushed at my answer, “I don’t know about that. I’ve only made things harder for you. I worry that you’ll regret choosing me.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I know how much it matters to you that you have your freedom to choose. During lordhovid I think it really scared you because you didn’t want to be forced to do something you didn’t want, nor did you want to force me into it either. Forcing yourself or anyone else to lose their autonomy was too much for you. I just hope that I haven’t pushed you to do something that you aren’t ready for by making us run. You’ve given up your home, your forge and your ability to earn money to support yourself.”

“Altan.” I said softly.

He doesn’t hear me and continues. “We’re on the run and I’m barely even able to keep up. You’re such a man and can do anything. I’ve spent most of my life in one place and learned how to do artistic things. I know nothing about hiking, or hunting or surviving out in the wild. I barely made it to the Sword Coast with my wit, but the wilderness scares me. I’m about to be the greatest burden on your life ever. “

“Altan” I repeated.

“And I’m not even sure I’m prepared for what your family will think of me. I’m not an orc, nor am I a woman. Though I’m sure I’ll pale in comparison to the women in your tribe too. I’m not even sure if you’re even attracted to men like me. And I can’t give you children- though I’m not sure I would want to do that even if I could give you one. The idea of it sounds truly awful and my father has practically cured me of ever wanting to be a parent. But what if you want babies and I’m suddenly the person you’re stuck with? Will your family resent me for that? Will you resent me for that? I’m sure your family is lovely but I'm just nervous about what they’ll do to me when they realize that I’m it. I’m the one you’re stuck with because of something that you didn’t want in the first place.”

“Altan!” I snapped. My voice came out like a low rumbling bark and I noticed how Altan jumped as soon as I said it.

He bit his bottom lip and looked up at me. “I’m sorry, I sometimes get caught in a spiral of thoughts.”

I stopped and grabbed his shoulder. “Altan, I am not good with words, so please listen closely. Lordhovid may have brought us together by mistake, but we are both standing here. I do not make decisions without thinking. We chose this. I chose you without my body’s influence. I am scared to be yours - I do not know how to act or feel - but I would not choose anyone to be with now…now that I know you. Should that make me a broken orc, I will bear it proudly. I have my own fears that I am not adequate enough for you and that being with me will ruin your reputation…but I will fight for you no matter what.”

“Drunrag…” He began. “You…Do you mean it?”

I nodded. “Orcs do not lie, nor do they exaggerate.”

“But…what if I can’t give you what you want?” He asked.

I shook my head. “I do not want children. Nor do I want a woman. I want you.” I pointed to the vial around his neck, “I trust you with the one thing I fear more than anything. I trust you. And I choose you. There is no one else I can be with now.”

He let out a long, loud breath and his hand was suddenly on his heart. “Oh my, I’m not sure why it took this to convince me. Drun, I’ve been so scared and angry and frightened by everything my father has been threatening, it’s made me so emotional and irrational. Can you forgive me?”

“There’s nothing to forgive, nod merad.” I resumed our walking and I made a quick glance around to make sure we were safe.

“You’ve said those words before. What do they mean?”

I bit my lip, hesitant to say it. “It means my heart.”

I couldn’t look at him as I felt my face begin to burn with embarrassment. I could feel his eyes on me, and I felt my body tense up at the pressure building between us. It felt like a bridge, an invisible bridge that tied our feelings close together. If I looked at him, I would likely begin to drown in the emotions he returned back to me.

“You…” He began, his lips teasing into a smile. “You’re quite the romantic.”

“Please don’t mention it.” I said. “My family calls me soft enough as it is.” I stopped and pointed ahead of us. “There looks to be a forest a few miles ahead. If my memories serve, the river that leads to the Plains of the Dead follows through that forest. We’d be wise to travel under its shade.”

“Right. Only a few miles to get there.” He said, then took a deep breath. “We can do this.” It sounded like he was saying it to motivate himself more than anything else.

“Shall we rest?” I asked, struggling to hide the amusement in my voice.

He shook his head. “We must not misuse the time we have.”

I nodded, “Very well.”

“You're mine as well, just so you know.” He said, his voice light.

“What?”

“My heart.”

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