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stevesharrlngtons · 1 year

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a family affair.

tangerine x reader

word count: 3.5k

summary: there is an interloper in tan’s family and he doesn’t like it one bit.

or: tan really hates change.

an: as i said, in my atj era and couldn’t help wanting to write a lil something for tan (as that’s all the fanfic ive been reading lately lol) enjoy!

“All is well, my love,” you murmured comfort to Tan as your eyes roamed the plastic plated pub menu in front of you.

His fingers had been playing an angry tune on your waist for fifteen minutes, the solid gold of his rings battering your skin in a way that had started to smarten. He expelled ragged exhales through his nose every few moments, and with all his fidgeting next to you, you weren’t confident about the headspace he was in.

“I know that,” Tan replied in a cold clipped tone.

“Really? Because I can hear you grinding your teeth from here. Keep that up and when they get here, you’ll open your mouth to say hello and powder will puff out.”

“I won’t be sayin’ fuckin’ hello to ‘er.”

Your brow ticked and you took your eyes off the menu to turn to him, “you will absolutely be saying hello, and you will absolutely make conversation. We talked about this.”

“I know we talked about this,” he seethed and crouched low to your ear to say, “but I told ya then and I’ll tell ya now, I don’t got a best behavior.”

His free arm extended across the table as he shook the linked bracelet he wore back down on his wrist, his biceps flexing to test the already tired seams of his navy button down. The tension pulsing through him was palpable, you could sense his wound muscles and hear their screaming aches.

“Well, you better find one,” you said with a shrug, then returned your gaze to the tri-fold pages in front of you. The loud peeling the pages made as you pulled them apart effectively silence your boyfriend’s anxious knuckle cracking while his eyes burned into your profile. No matter how edge he was, you refused to give into his griping to ditch out on the evening and head home.

This evening at the pub was a night of much contention for Tan, and one he had hemmed and hawed about all week. He pulled out all the stops to get out of tonight, but to no avail. No “forgotten plans” or “last minute jobs” or “I just want to have a night in, just the two of us, love”’s would get him out of this, and deep down, you knew he knew that, too. Because tonight was for his brother, and he would do anything for him. Even this. Sometimes, he just needed a little reminding.

“I don’t bloody understand-“ you cut him off before he could continue.

“Because Lemon was extremely accepting of me, almost more so than you in the beginning may I add,” Tan’s grumbling continued, “so we are doing the same for him. He is your brother and you love him.”

His mustache twitched with discontent and you rolled your eyes.

“If she sucks, then we can talk shit about her all the way home, OK? But until then? She’s innocent until proven otherwise, and we’re giving her a chance.”

“Not wise to quote the legal system to me, love. If ya know one thing ‘bout me, it should be that I don’t give a rat's arse about that.”

“Well it’s not wise to be snippy with me, because it seems I am the only one holding this meeting together.”

You stood after your retort, Tan’s hand that had been resting on your waist fell to his lap. His face soured further at the action.

“Now excuse me while I go to the bar to order us a round. You keep scaring off all the waiters and we need to look friendly and warm when they get here. Beer and appetizers are how we are doing that.”

“Warm,” he scoffed, “I ain’t fuckin’ warm, darlin’.”

“Well,” you leaned back toward him and pressed a chaste kiss to his temple “you are for me.”

He blew out an unconvinced breath through his nose (but didn’t disagree) that left you laughing. You turned to make your way toward the bar before Tan stopped you.

“Just sy’know, if that bartender looks at your ass like he did when we were comin’ in? I’m takin’ his eyes out with a fuckin’ melon baller.”

“Best behavior, remember?” you sing-songed and walked away before he could respond. Though, you knew that his retort was no doubt a string of expletives.

After a good natured conversation with the bartender, whose flirty banter you were glad Tan could not overhear, you armed yourself with your purchased supplies and headed back toward the booth. With four glasses and a pitcher of lager held strategically in your hands, you were so focused on not letting anything slip from your grip, that you almost didn’t notice that your table had grown by two.

“Well look who's playin’ barmaid tonight,” Lemon exclaimed as he noticed you nearing the table.

He stood from his seat immediately to come to your aid, something you thanked him for profusely. He waved you off with a smile and placed his cheek to yours in greeting. You couldn’t help but notice that he was wearing a new aftershave, one that smelled similar to his brother’s, and that his face was clean shaven.

Once you two parted and had divided up the glasses and beer, you finally had a chance to peek at the evening's guest of honor.

“You must be the girlfriend,” you said cheerily, extending your hand, “I’ve heard so much about you.”

Pin straight black hair acted as a curtain to reveal a pair of thick glasses and brown eyes as Lemon’s girlfriend turned to you. Her face was expressionless, bare of any makeup and smooth of any distinguishing emotional wrinkles. The turtleneck sweater she wore, thick and wool, was a deep purple and rose to the bottom of her jaw. Her gaze flicked over your form and then landed on your awaiting right hand.

“Likewise.” her tone was flat and disinterested, her handshake just the same.

Without even looking at Tan, you knew that the tips of his ears were turning red and his nostrils were flaring at the perceived slight made against you by this new woman. Respect was everything to him, and when not given to him, or worse, you? His blood began to boil.

“Rebecca this is (Y/N), and (Y/N) this is Rebecca.” Lemon introduced.

You looked back toward him once you had released Rebecca’s hand, the grin he offered was cheek splitting in its size. Your heart squeezed at his clear happiness. Only if his brother felt the same way.

“Well, it’s so awesome to finally meet you,” your tone was sweet and Rebecca’s face was disillusioned by your friendliness.

“Yeah, so awesome,” she barely controlled the eye roll you knew she was itching to complete.

You made your way to Tan’s side of the booth, who practically manhandled you back into the seat next to him, his arm lasoing you to his side. His large palm squeezed your hip tight in silent communication. One to say “I was right about this crazy bitch, and I’m going to lose my bloody mind”

You gently placed your hand over his and extended up to place a soft kiss to his jaw, your silent reply of “I’m right here. It’s ok, we’ve got this”

Tan only wished he could believe you.

His eye had begun to twitch seven minutes after Lemon and she arrived. The tension in his shoulders had reached a peak of almost unbearable pain and he swore he was about to crack a molar or burst a leak in his tongue by how hard his jaw was clenched.

The woman who accompanied Lemon tonight (yes, he was refusing to say the harpy’s name) was quite possibly the most vile and unpleasant woman he had ever met. That was certainly saying something too, as he was a contract killer and killed vile men and women on the daily. But this woman? The one Lemon was looking at with stars in his eyes? Somehow topped them all.

Pompous, arrogant, self righteous and shrill. He'd known her all of thirty minutes and he could already tell she was a pretentious martyr. Quite frankly, he thought she was a cunt.

And the worst part? The part that was really sending his anger into orbit? That both his brother and his girlfriend didn’t seem to notice. Well, Lemon didn’t seem to notice, you just didn’t seem to care.

You were a people person, you liked to talk to strangers on the subway, to census takers at the door and doctors office receptionists on the phone; you liked to make people smile, make them happy. You could also schmooze. You could say exactly what someone wanted to hear and pin the inner workings of people psyches and youtheir sore spots in the blink of an eye. While Tan needed to be in physical control, the looming threatening force in every room, you were happy to sidle up next to him and find out what made people tick. You were polar opposites and the perfect team. You were the sweet to his salty (and yes, he knew there was a joke about his namesake in there somewhere…) and the tamer of the wildfire that swarmed in his stomach.

Even as a sunny extrovert, you had your tells for when discomfort and nervous energy would start to creep in. And Tan? He knew every fucking one.

Your smile would grow just a little too wide, a hair toward painful and not so cheerful. You would start to nod in long intervals that would weigh on the side of awkward. You’d tap your fingernails together like Dolly Parton and trace the scar on your pinky that you got when you were eight, the repetition soothing to you.

And now, while Rebecca droned on about United Kingdom policy reform or… whatever drivel she was talking about, Tan could see all your tells in full swing.

And yet? You continued to engage the spider in friendly conversation while Lemon continued to giggle like a schoolgirl at her rubbish responses. She was lucky she hadn’t said anything outwardly offensive to either his brother or his love, because truly, Tangerine had no problem with putting a bullet between her eyes and every other patron in the bar so there were no witnesses of his execution of this terrible double date.

He knew you wouldn’t be happy about that, and Lemon decidedly less so, but you’d both get over it. You would place your hands on your hips and sigh (the way you always do when he got a little too murder-y outside of working hours) but Tan would grovel so nicely for you, kiss you tenderly and whisper sweet nothings in your ear and then happily do the same between your legs. And Lemon? He’d buy him a Guinness in a few days and ring his favorite call girl from London and things would be peachy once again for the three of you.

The three of you, his mind emphasized, just the way he liked it.

“Oi, mate,” Lemon said and he tipped his chin up toward his brother, effectively breaking Tan from his thoughts “did ya hear me? I said Becca went to Oxford and MIT in the states. She was at Oxford the same time we were in the area ‘bout five years ago, you ‘member that? What are the odds?”

Yes, Tan did remember. They were in Oxford to kill some geezer scientist who swore he had struck up an invention to turn water into gasoline. He and Lemon got a pretty penny for that job.

“Bloody rivetin’, it is,” Tan replied, sarcasm oozing out of his mouth.

“It’s like we really have been just one step apart our whole lives, aint it?” Lemon nudges Rebecca with his shoulder, which rocked her slightly in her seat. Her expression stayed stagnant.

Tangerine swallowed a long pull of beer before he replied, “Truly unfortunate you crossed paths now then, ‘innit? Could’a kept up the game of being strangers a while longer. Hell, maybe forever.”

Lemon’s eyes widen and Tan can tell it’s taking effort for his brother to not let his smile slip. He was feeling the four large beers he had consumed while suffering through the night. His composure and any hint of “best behavior” he’d had, had begun to slip away and fast. Combine that with your shared discomfort over this spider? He was ready to escalate this evening to deadly levels.

Until your soft hand crossed over Tan’s chest and rested on his left shoulder, your cheek moving to rest on his right. The reminder of your presence gave his fury pause, and when your lithe fingers broke the barrier of his unbuttoned shirt to dance across the skin of his collar bone he felt his racing heart slow.

With one simple touch, you proved you knew his own tells, too.

“Well, I may not be a ballet prodigy like this one,” you gestured to Rebecca, “but I have been watching people dance all night and I want to go join them.”

Ballet prodigy? When had the table learned that? Fucking hell, maybe he was drunker than he thought.

“What do you think, honey?”

Lemon responded before Tan had the chance.

“Yeah, y’know what? I think that would do us all some good,” he inhaled a deep breath through his nose, before he stood and pulled out Rebecca’s chair for her.

“Bar dancing. How very Footloose,” Rebecca drawls and took Lemon’s hand he was offering you.

“Oh bloody fuckin’ hell,” Tan shook his head with a scoff.

“OK, let’s go,” you huffed and hauled Tan up by his arm.

He left the booth without a fight and let himself be maneuvered through the sea of dancing pub patrons and drunken social groups. His head was on a swivel in an effort to keep his brother in his sights, but his bleach blonde mop soon was lost in the sea of people, likely what you were striving for. Soon, a gap appeared on the dance floor for the two of you to take residence in.

“Well, that was a god damned shit show, wasn’t it?” Tan said as his hands quickly found your waist and pulled you to his chest, “don’t wanna to say I told ya so, but…”

He pursed his lips smugly and you chuffed a laugh.

“You’re such a dick."

“Imma dick? Really? After we just sat with Margret fuckin’ cunty Thatcher for an hour?”

A boisterous laugh left you this time, an Tan felt his chest puff in pride at the sound.

“Y’know what? Two. Two I told ya so’s for tonight. For the best behavior bollocks, and the fact that that woman is in fact, a complete fuckin’ bitch.”

“Oh, she’s not that bad. She’s definitely a bitch and a bit cold, but she’s not horrible.”

Tan pulled you even closer as you both swayed gently to the old folk song that played from the jukebox. His eyebrows raised incredulously and his mustache shuffled under his nose.

“On a scale from not that bad to the fuckin’ spawn of satan, I’d say she’s broken the meter, love.”

“I thought you said it was a scale, not a meter?”

“Of fuck off, don’t get smart with me.”

You grinned, but began to relent, “OK, so she’s not the most,” you floundered for a word for a moment, “pleasant, but not everyone can be! There has to be sucky people so the best people can stick out.”

“Sucky? You’re going with sucky to describe the hag now?” his tone was baffled.

“You already called her a cunt. I didn’t feel it was necessary to repeat. She’s bad, but not a cunt times two.”

It was Tan’s turn to laugh, “You’re too sweet for your own good, ya know that?”

You made a sound in disagreement.

“Not too sweet, just trying to give her the benefit of the doubt. Maybe she’s bad with new people? Fuck, maybe her only coping mechinism is superme levels of bitch, who knows.”

“I thought you were an expert on figuring out why people are the way they are?”

“Well, she’s a tough bitch to crack. I’ll get her, though. Eventually.”

A grin continued to stretch on Tan’s lips as he looked down at you, his hands still on your waist and your hands gently cupped the nape of his neck.

“But really, I wanted Lem to see us giving her a chance, alright? I wanted him to know we are giving her a fair shot, just like he gave us.”

“Wrong. Lemon loved ya the moment he met ya because you are fuckin’ wonderful darlin’, and he isn’t blind so he knew it. His little creature is nothing of the sort,” Tan shot back quickly.

He wouldn’t let you even entertain the idea that you and her were similar. Tan wasn’t even sure you two were born on the same planet.

“Still, she deserved a fair chance. I didn’t want him to think that you were going to go all sterile soldier on him and reject her before we even got to know her.”

Tan rolled his eyes at the nickname. It had been given by Lemon the very first time his brother realized how adverse he was to emotions and change. You weren’t lying when you said that Lemon had been more welcoming than Tan had been in the beginning of your relationship. He didn’t like change. He liked things the way they were: him and Lemon, the way it was supposed to always be. Meeting you? That fucked everything up. You were the gorgeous cog in the carefully organized assembly that was his life. It took him longer than he cared to remember, or admit, to realize that maybe he liked his life a hell’uve a lot better with an intruder like you in it. You were what his well oiled machine was missing.

“It ain’t that, love,” he replied and pulled you closer. His chin went to rest on the crown of your head and he inhaled your floral shampoo.

“Maybe it was a little, though?” you asked against the skin of his throat, and Tan didn’t have to respond for you to know the answer.

Of course it was that. Rebecca being a slag only worked to solidify her as public enemy number one, but she had secured that placement before Tangerine even knew her name. She had the ability to cause a rift in his life- the ability to take his brother and the comfort Tan found in him- and he just couldn’t have that.

“You know how I am,” was all he said in return, and you did know.

“I do… which is why I am proud of you, baby,” you pulled away enough to meet his gaze, “because four years ago, you wouldn’t have even entertained this night. But look at you now.”

Your smile thawed him further, though the compliment made him feel awkward.

“So what? Ya sayin’ you fixed me?”

“Nah,” you moved your hands to frame his cheeks, “just shaped you up a little.”

Tan shook his head at your words and did his best to not be charmed by them, but to no avail.

“See? Too fuckin' sweet. If I were watchin’ us, I’d fuckin’ retch.”

Your lips met his a moment later, and your sickening display of affection continued to onlookers. And Tan didn't give one flying fuck. With the taste of your lips on his and your plush body pressed to his front, the only worry he had was if he could shuffle you to the bathroom in time to fuck you the way he needed to.

“But really,” you pulled away abruptly (far too soon) (much to his and his cock's annoyance), “Me, sweet? C'mon, I mean I can be… but listen if Rebecca had said one bad word about you at that table? I would have jumped across it and ripped a chunk of her hair out. No holds barred, the gloves would be off, baby.”

It was Tan’s turn to laugh, full and hearty. And hell, maybe even a little warm.

“S’my girl.”

Then he took your hand from his face and rose it above your head to spin you in a wild circle like a music box doll. Your sequel of joy was music to his ears. When he was finished with his expert twirling he pulled you firmly back to his chest. Tan wasted no time to let you catch your breath or recenter yourself in the still world before his mouth was on yours again, picking up right where you left off moments ago.

As he devoured you with his kiss and groped your body up just the way he liked, he slowly started to forget the terrible start this evening had.

Tomorrow, he’d talk to Lemon to smooth things over. Fuck, maybe even ask about the spider and how his brother was doing in the relationship, even if it pained him to think about. Sure, he was doing his best to be more in touch with his “emotions”, but the thought of a full heart to heart with Lemon did make his stomach queasy.

He’d have to decide what he needed to do in the end, but for right now with you in his arms and the promise of a hot night ahead, the discomfort of what was to come didn’t seem so bad.

well, i hope you liked it! (: not my favorite thing i've ever written, but i just really wanted to start writing fics again!! lemme know if you want some more atj stories and if you enjoyed this, i'd love to hear it with a reblog, comment or like <3

#i have two other fic ideas so theres that lmao #tangerine x reader #tangerine x oc #tangerine x you #tangerine x y/n #bullet train fanfic #bullet train fanfiction #aaron taylor johnson x reader #tangerine bullet train #stevesharrlngtons writes

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cloudyyoimiya · 1 year

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Their S/o Learns Their Mother Tongue Headcanons and Scenario; Fyodor Dostoyevsky and Nikolai Gogol

Disclaimer: I don’t speak Russian! I had to use a website to write some of the dialogue, so I’m sorry if it seems stiff or grammatically incorrect to those who speak Russian.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Fyodor, as well all know, would call you pet names in Russian. So one day you took it upon yourself to learn a little bit of Russian to tease him. You made sure that each time you’d go to study, Fyodor was already out of the house or sleeping. It’s no fun to spoil a surprise!

Every night you’d dedicate a few hours in learning Russian. It was a struggle, but you managed. Some of it was a hassle to learn though.

Eventually you learned enough to hold a simple conversation You weren’t entirely fluent, but you knew that you’d continue to learn the language until you were.

Fyodor of course already knew that you were learning his mother tongue behind his back. Sometimes while he was falling asleep he’d hear you trying to pronounce the most random words in Russian, or maybe he’d hear you scribbling away in a journal you hid that held sentences in Russian.

He wouldn’t be surprised by you randomly speaking in his native language one day, but he’d appreciate the time and effort you put in to learn the language.

One day when Fyodor got home, you decided to test out your skills.

Scenario…

Fyodor has just gotten home from work, and he looked exhausted. He had slight eye bags, and his posture was slightly worse than usual. He has looked worse in the past, but nonetheless he looked tired. You almost didn’t want to tease him in this state, but as they say, the show much go on!

You closed your book and got up to greet Fyodor with a small smile. “Zdravstvuyte dorogaya (Hello dear).”

“Hello, Milaya,” he said, completely unfazed.

You knew that he wouldn’t be shocked or anything of the sort when you started to learn Russian, so you decided to continue to show off your skills. You were quite proud of yourself considering Russian is a hard language to learn.

“Kak proshel vash den'? (How was your day?)” You asked.

“It was quite alright, how about yours?”

“Eto bylo khorosho! YA nachala chitat' novuyu knigu. (It was good! I started to read a new book.),” you said with a smile on your face.

“Is that so? You’ll have to tell me about it.”

“Mozhet byt', zavtra (Maybe tomorrow),” you smiled. “Ty vyglyadish' ustaloy... Tebe nuzhno poskoreye lech' spat' (You look tired… You need to go to bed soon.)”

Fyodor kissed your forehead. “I will soon, my love.”

“Khorosho (Good).”

Fyodor went to your shared bedroom and started to get ready for bed. While he was doing that, you sat back down in your chair and picked up where you left off on your book. By the time Fyodor had come back out, you had made it through half of a chapter. You placed your bookmark into the crease of the book, then set it down once more.

Fyodor decided to sit down right next to you with a barely noticeable smirk on his face. Your boyfriend then got comfortable by pulling a blanket up to his lap. Then after that, oh so slowly, he turned to you and whispered in your ear.

“Your accent is very heavy. You need to work on that.”

You blushed then looked away. “Yeah, alright.”

Nikolai Gogol

Sometimes Nikolai would only speak to you in Russian the whole day as a “prank”. This event was pretty rare, but it still happened nonetheless. You decided to take it upon yourself to learn Russian so you could understand what he was saying and tease him back.

Boy, you were in for a wild ride.

You struggled to keep your studies a secret since Nikolai would magically appear beside you out of thin air. One minute he would be out on a mission then the next he was walking in your hallways with a large smile on his face.

Because of this, you decided it would be best to learn Russian while he was sleeping, or when he was out on a mission where you were sure that he’d be gone for a least a few days.

You’d stay up late at night to practice writing the language and to attempt to pronounce words. It was a struggle to keep your voice down, but once you got the hang of it you excelled in your lessons. You were happy.

You had learned quite a lot of Russian before Nikolai had decided to play that “prank” on you again. He had started to speak Russian in the early morning, and you were excited to test out your skills.

Scenario…

You woke up to a pair of arms wrapping around your waist. With a groggy groan, you turned over onto your side only to see Nikolai sleepily smiling at you. You blinked a few times before cuddling him back.

“Good morning,” you said after a small yawn.

“Dobroye utro, moya golubka. (Good morning, my dove),” he said, squeezing you tightly.

“Ty ser'yezno Nikolay? Segodnya? Ser'yezno? (Ugh, are you serious Nikolai? Today? Really?),” you asked while desperately trying to maintain a poker face.

“Da, segodnya! Pochemu by i net?! (Why yes today! Why not?!).” He paused for a moment. “...Podozhdi minutku. Chto-to ne tak... (…Wait a minute. Something seems off…).”

“Chto ty imeyesh' v vidu? (What ever do you mean?)” You asked with a goofy smile starting to spread across your face.

Nikolai squinted his eyes, thinking for a moment. Once he finally realized what you were doing, he let out a boisterous laugh. You slightly flinched at the volume of his laughing since it was the early morning, but you didn’t mind. In fact you were happy that you were able to make him happy at such an early hour of the day.

Nikolai looked at you with a large smile on his face as he sprung up from laying down. Now he was sitting down on your shared bed as he looked down at you.

“You took the time out of your day to learn a new language for me?!” He asked excitedly.

You hoisted yourself up to sit on the bed as well. “Of course I did!” You yawned. “I wanted to see how’d react when I actually responded to one of your ‘pranks’ that you love oh so much.”

Nikolai tackled you into a tight hug. You almost felt as if you were about to suffocate because of how hard he was squeezing you.

“Ah, you’re so kind to me, my little dove!” He said as he loosened the hug. “I love you so much.”

You patted his back as you smiled. “I love you too.”

a little too late i realized that people from ukraine speak ukrainian. i know the real author that inspired nikolai was a russian author that was born in ukraine, but still. one day i’ll attempt to fix nikolai’s bit, but until then i apologize for the inaccuracy!

i myself am learning german so i know how awful (fun-ish) it is to learn a new language

anyways, requests are open!!

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd headcanons #bsd season 4 #bsd s4 #bsd x gender neutral reader #bsd x reader #fyodor dostoevsky #nikolai gogol #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #nikolai gogol bsd #bungo stray dogs x you #bungo stray dogs nikolai #bungo stray dogs fyodor #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x you #bsd x y/n

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inamagicalhallucination · 9 months

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atsushi akutagawa lucy and junichiro road trip thing that i sometimes think about

okay

atsushi and junichiro are talking about how much theyd wanna go on a vacation, ya know things have been happening and its getting tired

anyway they're talking as they head to the cafe where lucy is and lucy's like "ive always wanted to go on a road trip" and atsushi and junichiro are like thats genius

anyway so they rent a car and pack their bags and atsushi wants to invite someone else but he doesn't wanna make things awkward for junichiro and lucy, who dont know that person that well

but obviously his besties would know him well so they plan for a fourth person anyway and end up contacting somehow gin to ask where her brother would like to visit (to add on to their map) and if she could invite him for them and gin's like my brothers not gonna do that so ill just send u a bag with his stuff and ask chuuya to request some time off on his behalf

and on the day theyre leaving, junichiro and lucy tell atsushi that akutagawa is gonna join them too and atsushi is ecstatic

"you really asked him??"

"well... no"

akutagawa, wandering around, wondering why his stuff is missing, gin is laughing at him, and chuuya requested time off for him and a car pulls up next to him and junichiro lucy and atsushi are like "get in loser we're going on a road trip"

and when he's like "what? no." they just kidnap him anyway

the first person who drives is junichiro - someone honks at him and yells at him in road rage and he bursts into tears

the second person who drives is akutagawa, it's only atsushi's holding on to him that stops him from murdering the person who cut in front of him

the third person is atsushi

atsushi doesn't cry or get angry becuz he's been taught by kunikida and dazai

atsushi however is taught by kunikida and dazai and he is a combination of their driving skills so in short terms: he's horrible

he drives so fast akutagawa uses rashomon to keep himself, junichiro and lucy in the car

when he parks junichiro has to bolt out to throw up

lucy isn't even moving thats how horrific his driving is

anyway

lucy on the other hand is a really good driver but she's not used to driving on the left side

anyway

horrific driving from all four aside

whoever's upfront chooses the music and they all change their seats frequentally

akutagawa listens to classical music becuz idk goth vampire

junichiro listens to top 40s becuz its an easy choice

lucy listens to american music becuz she's american idk

atsushi listens to a horrific combination of all that and also whatever anyone in the agency has sent him

they switch seats pretty often so everyone gets a chance to sit with everyone

junichiro and atsushi on the front is filled with them happily exchanging stories meanwhile akutagawa and lucy in the back talk shit about atsushi being oblivious

akutagawa and lucy in the front is them yelling and cursing the other drivers junichiro and atsushi in the back is quietly looking out the window, relaxing

junichiro and akutagawa in the front is talking about what songs they wanna listen to and other such conversation and lucy and atsushi in the back is happily talking about how theyd never have gotten to this before -> trauma dumping

junichiro and akutagawa in the back is awkward silence and lucy and atsushi in the front is screaming songs at the top of their lungs

akutagawa and atsushi together front or back make lucy and junichiro feel like the third wheels

anytime akutagawa gets sulky they scream songs on the top of their lungs into his ear to annoy him

anyway its all of them having fun being silly and teasing each other

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theshinazugawaslut · 4 months

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𝑬𝒔𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ^^

➥ ❝Drabbles❞ ᵈʳᵃᵇᵇˡᵉˢ ᵃʳᵉ ˡᵉˢˢ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᶠⁱᵛᵉ ʰᵘⁿᵈʳᵉᵈ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

↬ Conversation With Sanemi | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ a normal day conversation with your husband

↬ Sarcastic Laughter | Sanemi x F!Reader (Wife) | FLUFF

◈ sanemi's bad habits.

↬ Can't Cum | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ his own hand just doesn't do it anymore for him, he's pathetic.

↬ Start To Finish | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ he acts like a big man but he's really just a little bitch.

↬ What A Sin | Virgin!Shy!Sanemi x Cool!Reader | FLUFF

◈ he's never been kissed before and you think what a fucking sin

↬ Sanemi's Secret | Sanemi x Reader | FLUFF

◈ he likes affection and you'll damn well give it to him, even if you're a little surprised.

↬ Cockwarming | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ sometimes he keeps you stuffed even when he's lazy and tired

↬ Sanemi "Loves you" Shinazugawa | Simp!Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF + SMUT

◈ he loves you, he loves you, he loves you

↬ Dad 'Nemi | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ he's a little scared of being a dad but he also wants as many kids as you'll give him

↬ Pussy Drunk | Whipped!Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ before ohagi, his favourite dessert is your cunt, all for him.

↬ Thighs and Sanemi | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF

◈ Sanemi and his odd obsession with holding onto your thighs whilst he drives.

↬ Sewing | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF

◈ he can sew, cook, and steal your heart.

↬ Acts Like Your Husband | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF

◈ sometimes you think you're married to him

↬ Pretty | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ Of course he thinks you're pretty, you're his wife!

↬ Gym Rat | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF + SUGGESTIVE

◈ He loves helping you out ;)

↬ Organised Sanemi | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF

◈ Sanemi is an organised bitch and he'll make you one too

↬ Order | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ Sanemi knows you better than you know yourself

↬ Joke | Sanemi x F!Reader | SMUT

◈ you tell sanemi that you didn't finish (as a joke ofc)

↬ Wedding Ring | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ sanemi likes to flaunt your marriage

↬ Giggles | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF

◈ sanemi and the sweet laugh you love so much

↬ No Mark | Sanemi x F!Reader | FLUFF + SUGGESTIVE

◈ in a world with no demon slayer mark, you bear him many children

↬ Skincare | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | FLUFF

◈ you're annoying as hell, making him wait so damn long.

➥ ❝Full-Length Fic❞ ᶠᵘˡˡ⁻ˡᵉⁿᵍᵗʰ ᶠⁱᶜˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵉⁱᵗʰᵉʳ ᵐᵘˡᵗⁱᵖˡᵉ ᵖᵃʳᵗˢ ᵒʳ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ¹⁰ᴷ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

➥ ❝One-Shots/Imagines❞ ᵒⁿᵉ⁻ˢʰᵒᵗˢ ᵃʳᵉ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ¹ᴷ ʷᵒʳᵈˢ

↬ It's Okay | Virgin!Sanemi x F!Reader | SMUT + FLUFF

◈ he's unsure and a little scared when it comes to love but you say it's okay so it must be.

↬Toxic Sanemi | Sanemi x F!Reader | SOME SMUT

◈ he loves you, he really does, but he wants you close, is that so bad?

↬ Yandere, Jealous Ex-Boyfriend | Sanemi x F!Reader | IDK

◈ he won't stand for it, he won't allow you to be someone else's

↬ Down-Bad Sanemi | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ he loves your small tits and your big ass, he loves all of you.

↬ Make-Up Sex | Sanemi x Wife!Reader | SMUT

◈ God, you're so pretty with your mascara smeared all over your cheeks, ain't ya?

#masterlist #esha's masterlist #fanfictions #kny #sanemi #anime and manga #kny sanemi #sanemi shinazugawa #sanemi x reader #sanemi x you

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maxxxineminxxx · 7 months

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ask me again in the morning || Eddie Munsonxreader

a/n: this is my first time posting a fan fic on my new account, also i have not written in like ages so if you see any mistakes or errors lmk! summary : you and your bestfriend Eddie attend a party together where he drinks way to much... does that lead to a drunken confession? warning: drinking/alcohol mention and usage, fluff , flirting. 🤍🤍🤍

You had convinced your best friend Eddie to go with you to one of Steve Harrigtons annual end of the school years parties. Eddie normally hated these things and would always say no whenever i asked him to come with me to one of them but surprisingly he said yes this time “only because i need a drink” he said yesterday after i begged him to come with me.

When we arrived he ran straight to the kitchen in search of the alcoholic beverages. I spoke to Steve and Robin before glancing over to the kitchen to check up on what Eddie was doing only to find him looking confused. I excused myself from the conversation and headed over to him. “Hey you whatcha doing”

“Where are the drinks? I was promised a drink” he said, clearly getting upset.

“Eds they are right behind you” I say trying to hold my laughter in. He turns around only to see the alcohol he was searching for. He was so oblivious sometimes. He grabbed the largest bottle of vodka he saw there along with three other smaller bottles filled with god knows what.

“Please watch how much you drink, I really don't feel like carrying you out of here” i say trying to pull the vodka bottle away from him but failing. “Oh please your way too small to carry me out of here” he says taking the biggest swing of vodka. “i'm going to the bathroom okay don't do anything dumb whilst im gone” i say to him as i run to the bathroom

I walk back into the kitchen and see Eddie beginning to feel the effects of his excessive alcohol intake as he stumbled and fell around trying to keep himself up. His eyes met mine “hey y/n i missed you where'd ya go hmmm” his words slurring together as he tried to walk forward but tripped slightly. “I was in the bathroom, how much did you drink you really reek of alcohol” he leaned hard onto me attempting to keep himself up. “Mhm your cute” he said very slurred with a huge grin on his face. “W-what”

“Your cute i said that” he said drunkenly he looked at you with that dumb grin.

“You're just saying that because you're drunk, c'mon you wanna go home?”I knew Eddie sometimes became flirty when he was drunk but never with me so this was different.He was still looking at you this time nodding slightly trying to agree with you.

“Wanna go to your place with you please” he said shyly

He stumbled alongside me as I led him to my car. “Come on get buckled in” I said ,helping him into the passenger seat watching as he struggled to put his seatbelt on. “Help please need help” he said tearing up “okay okay calm down” i got him buckled in and got into the car.

As the car drove Eddie started to feel really tired, he tried to keep himself awake as he looked at you. He leaned his head onto my shoulder as he fought with himself to stay awake. He began leaning further over onto you as we arrived. “you have really pretty eyes,” he said lovingly as I tried to get him out of the car. “Thank you ed's i love your eyes” i say as we walk up to the front porch “you do? Thank you so much” he snuggled his face into my neck.

I laid him down onto the couch and got pillows and blankets out for him. He fell down onto the couch and almost immediately fell asleep. “I'm gonna go and sleep in my room okay? If you need anything you know where my room is” i said quietly as i rubbed his back softly he let out a hum to let me know he heard me. I walked into my room and left the door open incase he needed help.

I laid in bed about to fall asleep when I felt someone tap my shoulder. I rolled over and saw Eddie stood next to my bed with a smile “want to lay with you please” I sighed and lifted the blanket up so he could get into the bed. He laid down next to me and tapped me on the shoulder again. “Yes eddie what can i help you with now?” “i want a hug” he looked at me smiling widely. I rolled over and hugged him tightly.

I felt his fingers graze over my shoulder and jawline. “c-Can i kiss you?” he was asking this while blushing really hard, and he seemed really nervous about asking. “You're drunk Eddie” I stated as I pulled away from the hug.

“I'm not that drunk, please i just want to kiss you” he said wanting to convince you to kiss him rather badly. “In the morning if you remember this ask me again okay” i say as i kiss him lightly on the cheek. “Okayyyyy” he said giggling, happy that he at least got a kiss.

I woke up with Eddie's arm around my waist. I got out of bed to make him something to eat knowing he would be starved when he woke up. I heard footsteps and saw Eddie sit down at the table. I placed cereal on the table in front of him and he thanked me. We ate in silence.

Occasionally he would look up at me and glance away. Something felt off ,does he remember last night and regret it? I looked up at him once more to find him already looking at me.

“What” i said as i stood up and placed my bowl in the sink “oh nothing just admiring you” he said as he stood up and placed his bowl in the sink along with mine. He stood behind me wrapping his arms around me. I turned to face him but looked away “stop that” “stop what?”

“Looking away from me, I know you y/n you do that when you're nervous. There's no need to be nervous " "i'm not nervous” i state “then why do you keep looking away huh ? i wanna see your beautiful eyes”. he began to play with your hair. You could feel his fingertips move through your hair slowly and he seemed pretty gentle about it.

He slowly got closer to your face before he asked

“ Can I kiss you?” i nodded my head and felt his lips smash into mine.

part 2 ?

#eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fluff #stranger things s4 #eddie munson headcanons #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson imagine

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ofstarsandvibranium · 10 months

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To Have & To Hold: Part 2

Fandom: Marvel - Moon Knight (Mafia AU)

Pairing: Marc Spector x F!Reader, Steven Grant x F!Reader, Jake Lockley x F!Reader

Summary: To ensure you’re always safe even after his passing, your father, a mob boss, makes you marry his right hand, Marc Spector. You don’t necessarily hate Marc, but you don’t get along either. Therefore, this marriage of convenience may be a bit difficult for you.

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You and Marc sit across from each other at a restaurant. Your father had made a reservation for the two of you in a private room. You slump back, arms crossed over your chest, glaring at the bubbles in your champagne.

Marc sits up, back straight. He's alert but his eyes are on you, watching you. It's been fairly silent between the two of you since you both arrived to the restaurant.

He finally speaks up, "You gonna speak or somethin'?"

"Why would you agree to this?" you look at him in disbelief, "I mean, besides being my dad's successor in the business, what could you possibly gain marrying me?"

"Is it hard to believe that I care about you?" he responds with his own question which makes you snort.

"Marc, yes, you've worked for my father for a long time. We see each other a lot, but I wouldn't necessarily count us as friends."

A server comes and refills your glass, even though you've barely had a sip, and refills Marc's whiskey. Marc gives him a nod of thanks and when they're gone, he looks back to you. He leans forward, resting his arms on the table, "Listen, I owe your father a lot. He's done a lot for me. You wanna know why I'm marrying you? Because I owe him and, despite your belief, I care about you."

You scoff, you seem to be doing that a lot since earlier today, "Right, sure. Whatever. If we're actually going through with this, I get to plan ninety percent of this wedding. Got it?"

Marc holds his hands up and leans back in his chair, "Whatever you want, sunshine." He proceeds to open the menu and take a look, "I don't know about you, but I'm starving and I'm tired of waiting for you to get out with this mood," he waves his hand in your direction.

You roll your own eyes and take a look at the menu. This is going to be a long dinner.

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Plates empty, stomachs full, and three glasses of champagne later, the dinner was finally over. You and Marc made, surprisingly, good conversation. He asked you about your charity organization. Throughout the entire time, Marc kept his focus on you, nodding and occasionally pushing for you to share more.

You asked about him, however, he wasn't very keen to talk about his past. You understood. You remember when he started working for you dad. All your father told you was that he's had a troubled past, but he gets stuff done. So your father took him under his wing. From what Marc told you, he was a former Marine and mercenary.

"I wanted to serve my country but...in the process, I hurt a lot of people." You could see the regret in his eyes.

"No offense, Marc, but if you don't like hurting people, getting into the mafia business isn't necessarily a way to-I don't know-cleanse your soul?"

He shrugged, "I learned to turn that all off. I don't always rough people up, like you may think. I do reconnaissance sometimes or, ya know, trail after Miss Sunshine," he nodded towards you and you stuck your tongue at him. He smirked and his eyes darkened. You suddenly felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze and began to down more of your champagne.

Now, the dinner is over and you're sleepy.

You stand up and collect your things. Neither of you had to pay because the server told you that your father handled it. As the two of you exited the restaurant, Marc's hand went to your lower back as he guided you to the sidewalk.

"Did you drive here?"

You shake your head, "Nope. I took an uber. They should be here soon."

"Cancel it." Marc doesn't ask but demands.

You wave away his demand, "I'll be fine."

"Y/N," he gives you a warning tone, "Cancel. It."

You glare at him and say with as much ferocity, "Make. Me."

He swiftly pulls your phone from your grasp and you're immediately trying to get it back.

"Wah-hey! Marc! Give it back!" your pleads are deaf on his ears as he manages to unlock your phone, go to the Uber app, and cancels your ride. As soon as he does so, he pockets your phone.

On cue, the valet drives up with Marc's car, "Get in." He opens the passenger door for you and waits.

You sigh in defeat as you climb into his Rolls Royce Cullinan. He closes the door behind you and hands the valet some cash before thanking him and getting in.

He snorts when he sees you checking out his car, "What's wrong?"

"Didn't expect you to have a car like this."

"Seatbelt on," he reminds you. After he sees you buckle up, he explains, "I never had anything super nice. Figured since your dad paid me so well, I'd buy a nice car."

"You seemed like a Tesla guy to me."

"Fuck Tesla," Marc says and that makes you laugh for some reason. His own smile makes a way on his face and he quickly glances your way before focusing back on the road.

A part of you wants to compliment his smile but...is that weird? Is it weird to tell your future fiance that you're being forced to marry that his smile is nice? Maybe?

Too many mental gymnastics made you eventually decide not to say thing. The rest of the ride is silent, but not an awkward or tense silence like before dinner started.

He doesn't say anything until the car rolls up to your apartment building. He quickly rushes out and helps you out, guiding you to the door, where your doorman, Stan, opens it for you.

Before you enter, you turn to Marc, "Um, tonight was...nice?"

He nods, "I know this is gonna be hard for you. But I would like to be friends if we're marrying each other."

"Right. Yeah, that-that makes sense."

"You'll probably be seeing more of me too."

"Of course," you're suddenly unsure of what else to say Marc and he could probably sense this.

"Good night, sunshine. Sweet dreams."

"Yeah, thanks. You too." you give him a small wave before walking into your building. Through the window, you watch him drive away.

When you're finally in your apartment, you get into your jammies and launch yourself into bed. You recall how tonight and...wait...why do you feel all fluttery inside???

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marvel au #moon knight #mafia au #mob boss au #mob au

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clairifys · 4 months

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Bastogne - Ronald Speirs x Fem!Reader

Summary: Being in Bastogne was a tiring and hard time for Easy Company. Luckily for (Y/n), a certain hazel-eyed man makes things a little better for her.

TW: Swearing, killing, war, female reader, she/her pronouns, gets a little steamy? not bad at all, kissing, Perconte getting shot in the ass

i don’t own any BoB characters and these fanfics are towards the actors not the actual soldiers, in no way am i trying to be disrespectful.

Word count: 1.8k

If you’d asked anybody who had the misfortune of holding the line in Bastogne, you’d know how much of a terrible nightmare it truly was. No supplies, Christmas creepin’ up, ass biting cold, and the Krauts bombing the forest day and night.

Sitting in a foxhole watching the front of the line with Perconte, Webb, and Christenson was when I truly thought, ‘What the fuck am I doing here?’

I’ll be honest, sometimes I thought I should’ve stayed home with my siblings, and helped the war from home. Right now was one of those times. I was cold, wet, dirty, tired, and worst of all, on my period. It was horrible normally being on my period, but right now? In Bastogne? Absolute shit. I hated staying in the foxholes but Lieutenant Dike made me, Perconte, Webb and Christenson watch the line.

I was sitting against the wall of the foxhole, squished into Christenson as it was freezing, and I didn’t care who’s body warmth I’d have to steal to warm up. We were all talking about something stupid when all of a sudden, men started walking past our foxhole and talking to us.

“Good luck ladies.”

“Been nice knowin’ ya.”

“Wouldn’t drink too much if I were you.”

“Hey, be careful if he offers you a cigarette.”

Multiple men said as they walked by.

“What are they talking about? If who offers us a cigarette?” Christenson said while slightly smiling. “Speirs.” Webb replied.

“Who?” Christenson questioned, still not understanding.

“You’ve never met him?” I said, shivering.

“Lieutenant Speirs.” Webb replied.

“Supposedly Speirs shot one of his own men for being drunk.” Perconte told Christenson.

“You’re kidding. That’s unbelievable” Christenson said, incredulously.

“Yeah, and there's another one about him giving cigarettes to 20 German POWs before killing ‘em.” Webb said joining in on the conversation.

“He shot 20 POWs?” “Well, actually, I heard it was more like 30.” Christenson and Perconte went back and forth.

“Oh come on. Do you really believe that?” I asked Perconte, shaking my head.

“Christenson.”

We all whipped our heads around at that.

“Lieutenant Speirs.” Christenson said nervously.

“I got the name right, didn’t I, Christenson?” Speirs asked while looking at me. We made eye contact and I quickly looked down at my medic bag, pretending to look through it for something. I could feel my face heating up slightly, although it wasn’t my fault. Lieutenant Speirs was a very attractive man and his mysterious personality was hot.

“Yes, sir.” He replied.

“What are you guys doing out here?” Speirs asked us.

“We’re watching the line, sir.” I replied, pulling my jacket farther up my face, as I didn’t have a scarf. He looked at me with an expression I couldn’t discern then said,

“Well, keep up the good work, while you're at it, you might wanna reinforce your cover.”

“Oh actually sir, Lieutenant Dike said not even to bother, that we're only gonna be here one day.” Perconte spoke up.

“Lieutenant Dike said that, huh?” Speirs asked while me and Perconte nodded back.

“Then forget what I said.. Carry on.” He finished while getting up.

“Oh, anyone care for a smoke?” He asked, slightly smirking.

“You?” He questioned Christenson as Christenson was shaking his head.

“How about you little lady?” He asked me. When I saw he had Lucky’s I decided to test my luck.

“Sure, why not?” I replied calmly, although in the back of mind hoping he wouldn’t shoot me.

He looked content as I leaned onto the edge of the foxhole, holding myself up as he gave me a cigarette. High off accomplishment, I decided to push my luck.

“Mind givin’ me a light?” I asked in a sweet tone, hoping it might help persuade him. His already dark eyes got darker as they were fixated on me. He pulled out his lighter, smirking, and maintaining eye contact he lit the cigarette in my mouth. After it lit, he stood up and turned away, walking back to do whatever he normally did.

I turned around and all three men were staring at me, shocked.

“(Y/n)! What the hell! Didn’t you hear what we said? I thought you knew these stories, you've been with Easy since Toccoa!” Perconte said, starstruck.

“Oh calm down! He offered! You’re just jealous I got a cigarette and you didn’t.” I shrugged my shoulders and playfully stuck my tongue out at him.

He just grumbled and went back to brushing his teeth while the other men, still shocked, went back to doing whatever they were doing.

The next few days weren’t anything special. We had East and West of Foy cleared out, so we were getting ready to attack and capture Foy. The day came and I, along with several other Easy Company men, were going to be led by Dike. I had no confidence in his ability and I was nervous for us all. I was a field medic, so I’d have to be on my A game in making sure these men got their wounds treated. Captain Winters was giving Lieutenant Dike a run down and I was standing next to Speirs, shivering.

“You seem to be cold a lot Private, colder than most.” He said, looking down at me.

“Well we are in Bastogne, sir.” I replied sarcastically while smirking.

“Oh I’m well aware (L/n).” He said back, smiling albeit barely. At that, he ended up taking off his own scarf and wrapping it around my neck. Feeling my face heating up, I blushed moving to take the scarf off

“Sir! Don’t give this to me, you need it!” I replied, getting ready to hand it back to him.

“Keep it. I’m not as cold as you.” He said walking away.

I ended up unzipping my coat and tucking it in, but boy was he hard to understand at times.

“(L/n), you got a boyfriend we don’t know about?” Luz shouted at me, causing the others to laugh, “Such a shame, you’re quite the beautiful dame.” He said while winking at me. Slightly blushing at the connotation of Speirs being my boyfriend, and at the compliment I just ended up shaking my head and laughing. What I didn’t know was that a certain dark haired man was listening in and blushing as well.

I knew Dike wasn’t a good leader. I had been running around, dodging bullets and mortars trying to patch up men and get them to cover while Lieutenant Dike was sitting on his ass, cowering behind a hay bale. I went over to Dike and started yelling at him about moving so more men wouldn’t keep getting hit.

Suddenly, when we thought all hope was lost, Speirs came running out like a knight in fucking armor and relieved Dike of his position. I gave him a look of relief and he in return gave me a smile. I went back out to go patch up Perco’s ass right after.

After we took Foy, thanks to Speirs, we were stationed in a church for the next few nights. There was a choir singing, as men were either talking or trying to get some shut eye. I was in a different room of the church that had a mirror, alone, busy brushing, detangling, then braiding up my hair when Speirs came over to sit by me.

“Thanks for saving our asses back there, guess we should start calling you Captain now huh?” I jokingly said to him.

“No problem (L/n). The other men can call me Captain, you can call me Ron though.” He said smiling next to me. My face started heating up at his words.

“Then you have to start calling me (Y/n).” I said shyly, smiling at him.

“(Y/n)..” He tested out, “Will you do me the pleasure of letting me kiss you?” He asked, a little nervous. Without replying, I pounced on him, kissing him with as much fervor and longing as I could. He kissed back immediately with the same passion. Breaking apart for air, we stared at each other. He went in for another kiss, and I met him halfway. This time, he bit down on my lip, causing me to groan into his mouth and he slipped his tongue into mine. His hands started to roam, slowly crawling up my waist almost cupping my-

Ahem

A voice awkwardly coughed causing us to spring apart. Sergeant Lipton was standing at the entrance awkwardly holding papers.

“I uh, need you to sign these for me.. Sorry to, uh, interrupt.” He said stiffly.

“Hand them here.” Ron said while digging for a pen. While Ron was busy signing the papers, I took the chance to talk to Lipton.

“This is gonna stay between us right..” I said uncomfortably, face turning red each passing moment. Lipton looked at me, slightly chuckled then responded,

“Of course, just, make sure next time I don’t have to almost walk in.” I gave him an awkward smile and Ron handed him the papers back smirking.

When Lipton left, Ron dug his hand into his right pocket, pulling out a little black box. He handed it to me, and waited for me to open it. When I did, I wasn’t upset. Sitting in the center of the box was a beautiful, small, rhombus shaped diamond attached to a silver, thin chain. It was the most beautiful, and probably expensive, gift I had ever gotten.

“Oh Ron.. this is beautiful!” I said, looking between him and the necklace fondly.

“Will you put it on for me?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Of course, I’m glad you like it. I found it in Holland and I thought you’d look even more beautiful with it.” He replied while clasping the chain together on me. I blushed, and when he finished, I wrapped my hand around his neck. His arms immediately went around my waist as I slowly swayed us to the muffled choir in the beautiful church.

AN: I am SO sorry it took so long! I've been super busy with Christmas and finals, and I was drained. I'll be trying to post more regularly, I promise.

#bob #band of brothers #ronald speirs #dick winters #ron speirs #ronald speirs x reader #band of brothers x reader #speirs

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smallestapplin · 9 days

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Kaveh and Alhaitham omegaverse hc

I was going to do more but it's late and I'm so tired. But I'd like to hear anyone's thoughts, opinions, or asks! ^-^ might make more later.

Btw this is separately. Lemme know what ya think.

Kaveh

- hot take, Kaveh is actually a alpha, he just doesn't act like a jerk like most do because that's just not him, it's just his secondary gender to him, nothing more.

- He envies omega's and their ability to make such comfy structures. He tries to make nests but gets embarrassed at how well he makes them he destroys them and never mentions it.

- He's very picky about scents, but it makes him so nervous about what he smells like or how other's perceive him after hearing a few omegas mention how they love the scent of their alphas.

- He smells sweet like honey, with subtle scents of the coffee he drinks. However his sweeter mellower scent gets drowned out in all his nights at the tavern trying to drink away his stress.

- Kaveh grows distressed easily, which sours his scent in more of a burnt popcorn smell which shoos other's away from him on accident.

- You two started off as friends before anything, just the cute omega who worked at the Tavern, his harsh scent and drinking made you worried, so slowly while making his drinks you'd talk to him. You aren't surprised at how much he opens up, but it surprises him how kind you are letting him vent like this.

- Sometimes you'd even meet him outside of your place of work and get shocked at just how wonderful he is without the drinking, you don't mind, but he holds a conversation better without slurring his words.

- One thing led to him asking if he could court you, and how could you say no when he made you a mini scale model of a garden?

- His nesting habits come up when you come to his (Alhaitham's) house, to his room and see the nest he forget to take down.

- He was stressed last night and being covered helped!

- "I-i hope it's not a turn off or anything! I just, I get stressed and sad and these are nice to have to feel safe, you know?"

- You do, you make stressed nests all the time.

- But you don't move, which worried him, until you look at him and gesture to it "Can I join you in your nest?"

- Asking like any mate should.

- "Yes! Yes of course! Oh i hope it's okay and up to your standards-"

- "Kaveh, it's your nest, not mine, I'm just happy you are letting me inside it, I'm honored.'

- You comment on how good the structure of the pillow walls are and how comfy the blankets are, and it ends with your alpha curled around you, dozing happily with you in his arms, nuzzling into your neck scenting you.

- He purrs loudly, it fills a small room with noise if it's quiet enough, but its so cute.

Alhaitham

- another hot take, he is an omega. He hates leading, hates being the center of attention, loathes it when people ask him for anything, he just wants to be left alone with his work and to leave.

- However is never misses taking his heat suppressants, never misses taking any scent blockers, and doesn't even touch nesting matieral. To everyone and anyone he is just a moody beta.

- His scent is hidden, at most he smells like fresh paper, ink, and his shampoo. However if you were to smell is original scent it would be sage and orange, it's pleasant but not too strong, though you'd be able to point him out in a crowd from it alone.

- He rejects his secondary gender to the nines, he's seen how omegas get treated and hounded after and he's just not interested in finding anyone to date or mate, he will be damned if he's expected to be some stay at home omega either.

- No nesting items aside for whats needed for his basic bed, just two pillows and two comforter, and that so he can switch them when one needs to be washed.

- Since he is on surpressants he doesn't have his heat,, he avoids it like the plague, which he is thankful for cause it's just a nuisance in his eyes, he sees no purpose in having one, and he's is one of a handful of lucky ones that can afford it.

- His friendship qith you was a slow build. You two started off as 'you're the only coworker I can tolerate.' To occasionally chatting just before leaving for the day, to one of you hiding in the other's office to pretend to be talking something over to avoid people, to small hang outs outside of work even if you'd do most of the chatting, to coming over to his house (and promising his roommate not to speak a work.) to him denying he has any feelings for you.

- You are another omega who gets where he is coming from, and the only person who knows he's an omega too! So he swears it's just that you two have something to bond over.

- You two only started a unlikely courtship after he had been avoiding you for weeks, and you locked yourself in his office to explain himself, his calmness just annoyed you further and further until he broke at the sight of you near tears.

- You thought you were losing your friend, and honestly he did too.

- You walked out of his office with a bright smile and one of his favored bookmarks as a small claim.

- You give him gifts all the time, which he thinks is not needed but he can't help but feel touched by the fanart you always gift him thinks he's mentioned wanting to needing in passing.

- You two take it slow, but you both mesh together well, it's clear to see how you two fit together like a puzzle, one easily picking up one thing the other lacks, it's like watching a well oiled machine in action.

- He finds your scent comforting and often likes spending time at your house than anything,, it's drowned in your scent, how can he not love it?

- He watches you build a nest so effortlessly and beckens him in. His heart flutters, knowing this is a big step and a huge sign of trust, even if his expression doesnt change much.

- He likes cuddling with you face to face or you laying on his chest so he can still read, but he always keeps an arm around you, or is at least touching you in someway.

- Everyone knows you two are together just from him walking into work smelling like you, or because you barge into his office or wherever he is reading to scold him for leaving his lunch.

- His purr is silent, you'd never know he was purring unless you pressed your ear to his chest.

- His scent is safe with you, and you know you can rely on him to help you with your heats.

- Though neither of you know how that one will work as omega omega relationships are rare, and there isn't a guide book (he's looked.)

- But you two will get through it together.

#omegaverse #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact omegaverse #genshin omegaverse #genshin kaveh x reader #genshin Alhaitham x reader #genshin impact kaveh x reader #genshin impact Alhaitham x reader #x reader omegaverse #genshin x reader omegaverse #genshin impact x reader omegaverse

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lunajay33 · 11 months

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Peach🍑

Summary: After Terminus we were on the road but Y/n couldn’t help but think about what life her and Daryl could have together

•Masterlist•

We were all laid around this little barn we found for the night, hoping to be sheltered from the storm

Some of us were sat around the fire while others were scattered about having their own conversations

It’s been a harder time for us all since Terminus and Atlanta and I could see how hard it’s especially been on Daryl and it broke my heart

As the others slowly feel asleep I made daryl lay back on my chest between my legs, knowing he desperately needed to sleep, I ran my fingers over his arms and brushing his hair back, I didn’t care that it was dirty I just wanted to be able to hold him cause I never knew what could happen

“Daryl?” I whispered not wanting to wake the others

“Hmm?” He hummed tired

“Do ever think about what our life together could be like?” I asked as I continued to run my fingers over his arm drawing patterns

“Ya, sometimes”

“Like What?”

“If I met ya before all this, I’d get a job at a garage, make money to come home to see ya….holdin our baby as our oldest ran up into my arms….ya kiss me and welcome me home”

“Awe baby, maybe someday we can still have that, maybe not exactly but I’ll make that dream come true, we’ll have a little boy and a girl who will be just like us, they’ll love learning the bow and how to work on a bike with you, I want everything I can experience with you my love” I said as I kiss his lips when he looked up at me

“Ya know I love ya, more than anythin’” he hummed

“I know Daryl, I love you too, and nothing will ever change that”

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Just a short one but I love soft Daryl

#daryl dixion imagine #twd daryl #daryl dixon #twd fanfiction #twd x reader #twd fluff #twd rick #twd michonne #twd negan

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miyagifangkai · 1 year

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Secret Feelings

Summary: just your cliché can’t admit feelings for each other scenario and Ellie isn’t having it

Warnings: !super cheesy!, ANGSTY!, and lots of cursing!

A/N: been obsessed with Joel Miller as of late. Had to write something about him! I couldn’t handle it! I hope you all like it. Thank you so much for reading. 💕🫠

Word Count: 2.5k

“Ya know, you’re supposed ta eat that right?” Joel’s southern drawl breaks you away from your concentration.

You look up at him, “Yeah Joel, I know. I was just thinking.”

“Thinkin’? Bout what?”

You lightly chuckle, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Fine. You don’t gotta tell me then!” Joel gives a small smile.

You didn’t want to tell him exactly what you were thinking. You were thinking about the past; and you knew how Joel reacts to conversations about the past. He always seemed to shut it down, very rudely. He wouldn’t let you or Ellie speak about anything besides the present. Hell, he didn’t like talking about the future too much either because he knew. He knew what the future could hold.

Death.

Unfortunately Tess creeped up on your mind. You couldn’t believe that she was gone. She had been a part of your life for so long and became so important to you and just like that, she’s gone.

That thought had you fall down the wormhole. You started to think about all the people you’ve lost. Some days were better than others. Where you weren’t constantly sad or scared. But nowadays that’s about all the emotions you felt anymore. You would never tell Joel that. Besides, he knew how you felt any way; he could tell in your facial expressions. He knew you too well and sometimes you hated that.

You look at Ellie and she chuckles, “Why do you wanna know so bad, Joel?”

Joel looks at you two with a straight face, “I don’t.”

Your face drops a bit but Ellie’s doesn’t; before she can speak to Joel again you lay your hand on her shoulder, “You need to get some sleep, dude.”

“Ugh, what’s up with you two worrying about me sleeping? Besides! It’s a beautiful night!”

You chuckle, “We worry because we care.”

Ellie sighs, “Psh! I’m fine! I’ll sleep when I’m good and ready.”

“You’re so stubborn,” you shake your head and turn towards the fire.

You quickly glance up towards Joel and you catch him staring at you with a concerned look on his face.

“Joel?”

He snaps out of his gaze and grunts, “Hmm?”

“You okay?”

“I’m fine.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Okay. Well, if you two ain’t gonna sleep then I sure am.”

You fix your bag and fluff it up like a pillow and lay down facing the campfire and still facing Joel.

You hear Ellie yawn and you laugh, “I knew you were tired, shithead!”

“Shut the fuck up!” Ellie giggles with you.

Joel doesn’t change his expression. He sits there with a deadpan look on his face staring into the fire.

You raise your head up, “Joel, you do know that if you keep that dower expression on your face you’re gonna get wrinkles!”

“Dude, he’s already got enough of ‘em already!” Ellie yells causing you two to laugh loudly.

“Alright, alright! Enough outta you two! I’ll keep watch. Get some sleep!” Joel stands up and walks away to a nearby tree.

You and Ellie calm down and you hear her start to make her bed for the night.

Ellie whispers, “You think he’s okay?”

You look up at her, “I really don’t know.”

Ellie sighs, “Maybe you should go talk to him,” you can see her wiggle her eyebrows in the faint light that the campfire is illuminating.

You sit up, “Ellie! Ew! No way!”

“What? You think I don’t see him stare at you all the time?”

“Ellie..”

“Or when you stare at him? Or how you two flirt?”

“You don’t even know what flirting is! You’re only fourteen, loser!”

“Excuse me! You think I’ve been living under a fucking rock?”

You fully sit up and lightly push Ellie, “Shut up! You don’t know nothin’!”

Ellie chuckles, “whatever! I was just trying to be your wingman!”

You roll your eyes, “Gross.”

Ellie lays down and starts to make herself comfortable leaving you sitting up, “I do have one more thing to say, though, before I go to sleep,”

“Oh great. What?”

“If I was wrong in my blatantly obvious accusations, by the way, why’d you make such a big deal about it and get all defensive?”

You say nothing to this.

You wanted to ignore what she just said because she’s right. Ellie gets the memo and rolls over to start drifting off to sleep leaving you with your thoughts.

You did catch Joel a few times looking at you. You didn’t think he was staring, no way. He was just looking to make sure you were okay, right?

You definitely never stared at him either! You just liked to check up on him! Make sure he’s alright!

No way, Ellie is right. You do stare at Joel. I mean, you couldn’t blame yourself. He wasn’t bad looking by any means. You couldn’t help yourself. He’s the only desirable and trustworthy male that you’ve seen in a 100 mile radius. Maybe Ellie is right.

You’re gonna start paying attention to him more, just for science.

The next morning Ellie rolls over and grunts. You and Joel had been up for a while now drinking coffee in silence. Taking in the morning air. As Ellie slowly sits up and rubs the sleep out of her eyes you give her a small smile.

“Morning,” you softly speak.

Ellie looks at you grumpily, “Morning.”

“Want some coffee?”

“Gross. No. I don’t want to drink tar!”

You chuckle, “I forgot how unbearable you are in the morning.”

You hear Joel stand up and start packing up his bag. You get the message and stand up as well and start to do the same.

“Hey!” Ellie exclaims, causing you and Joel to quickly turn your heads towards her, “no breakfast?”

Joel grunts, “Jesus, scared the hell outta me!” Joel puts his hands on his hips, “Why don’t you eat one of them health bars that Y/N has?”

Ellie looks at you and you hand her the granola bar, “there you go.”

Ellie eats as you and Joel finish packing up the truck.

You sit back down beside Ellie and join her with your own granola bar. Joel barely gives you enough time to eat.

“C’mon!” Joel grumbles.

“Fine! Damn!” Ellie quickly stands up and brushes by Joel mumbling, “who pissed in your cereal?”

Joel rubs his face and sighs.

You slowly stand up, “You okay?”

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just tired.”

You step closer to him, “Try to get some sleep tonight, okay? I can keep watch. You’re worrying me, Joel.”

Joel stares at you, almost dead eyed, you felt like this moment was never going to end. He looked like he was trying to find the right words to say.

“Okay.”

That was it. That’s all he had to say to you. After that he walked away and got in the truck leaving you standing there as you look down at the ground.

“Hey! Let’s get on the road! We’re losin’ daylight!”

As you’re on the road for what seemed like forever Ellie had drifted back off to sleep leaving you and Joel in silence. Again.

You couldn’t help but steal a few glances at Joel. He was usually kind of talkative. Especially when he drove but not today.

You weren’t sure if he had heard yours and Ellie’s conversation last night. Did you offend him? Is he mad at you? You start to panic even thinking about him being mad at you. The last thing you wanted to do was push him away.

“What?” Joel asks, “do I look funny or somethin’?”

You chuckle, “No. Sorry, I don’t mean to bother you or anything. I’m just worried about you.”

Joel shrugs his shoulders, “I’m fine.”

You sigh and turn towards him in your seat, “You’re not. Why aren’t you talking to me? Did I do something wrong?”

You felt tears well up in your eyes. Don’t cry. You look up at the ceiling to push back the tears and start to turn the other way.

“What? No! You ain’t done nothin’ wrong!”

“Then tell me why you’re not talking to me!”

Joel was about to answer when you two hear Ellie stir in the back.

She sits up and notices the tension is thick, “Whoa! Hey! Don’t stop on my account.”

You roll your eyes, “It’s fine. We were done anyway.”

“What’s up with you guys lately? You two are being so weird.”

You feel a pit in your stomach. You knew Ellie way too well. She was going to say something that would make the tension even worse.

She puts her hands on the seats in front of her and leans in, “why don’t you two just admit it?”

You freeze. You felt your entire body tense. Nothing to say. Nothing you could say.

Joel fills in the silence, “Admit what?”

Ellie chuckles, “Come on, Joel!”

“Ellie, stop,” you sternly say.

“Stop what? I’m trying to help you!”

Joel sighs, “Ellie, quit. Ain’t none of your business anyway.”

“Uh, yeah, it is, Joel! I have to lug around with you two constantly. So if I can stop you two from arguing so much I’m going to.”

“Ellie,” Joel grunts.

“What? I can’t help that you like her!”

“Ellie! Enough!” Joel, frustrated, yells, “You don’t know anythin’ about us! Not like it’s any of your business I don’t have any feelins’ for her. So sit down and be quiet!”

You immediately sink in your seat feeling your heart break. You can feel Ellie’s sympathetic gaze on you. You and her meet eyes in the rearview mirror as you let a few tears fall making sure Joel didn’t see it.

Ellie, not backing down, “Wow, Joel. You really can be a major asshole.”

Joel rolls his eyes and decides to drop it.

As night starts to creep closer you all find another spot to camp in.

You and Ellie had struck up small conversations with each other to make the time pass until it was time to eat some dinner. As you all ate it was silent.

Until Ellie spoke, of course, “Man, I can’t believe I’m saying this but I’m tired!”

“Yeah, me too,” you say absentmindedly looking up at Joel who is staring back at you.

“I’ll take watch get some sleep,” Joel starts to stand up but you stand up quickly before him, “no way. I said I’d take watch. Get some sleep.”

“You need rest,” he grumbles.

You stop him in his tracks when you put your hand on his chest. You could almost feel his heartbeat speed up; and how warm he was. You craved that warmth. You wanted him to hold you while you slept. You wanted him. You needed him. Unfortunately, you remove your hands from his chest immediately feeling cold.

“No, Joel. You need rest,” you say, almost a whisper.

Joel looks at you searching your eyes for anything. He could tell you were trying to ice him out. Your eyes held no warmth for him anymore and he’d never felt so alone.

“Okay,” he whispers back.

You two stand there staring into each other's eyes waiting for one of you to move. Until you do.

To walk away from him leaving him in the bitter cold and darkness.

You take watch sitting on the open truck bed with a blanket over you staring at the stars. You glance towards Joel and Ellie peacefully sleeping.

“Y/N, wake up, honey.”

Your eyes shoot open.

Fuck.

You fell asleep.

“Joel! I’m so sorry! I swear I stayed up a long time, I really did!” You felt more tears. You were nearing a panic attack until he says,

“I believe you.”

You breathe a sigh of fresh air but panic again.

“I’m so sorry. I could’ve gotten us killed.”

“Yeah, you could’ve. But you didn’t.”

You feel the truck sink a tad bit as Joel takes a seat beside you. You start to see some sunlight come through the trees.

“I know. It won’t happen again. I promise!” You exclaim.

Joel looks at you but you refuse to look back at him, “I know it won’t.”

Shit. You felt your heart flutter.

You two sit there for a little bit, again, in silence. You wanted to say something to him. But what do you say?

You suddenly feel his hand place themself in yours. You almost jump from his touch. You weren’t sure why he was holding your hand. He wasn’t the touchy feely kinda type. Why was he doing this?

“Look at me,” Joel gruffly demands.

“Joel, you don’t have to do this,” your voice cracks.

“Don’t gotta do what?”

“Feel sorry for me. I’m not gonna be somebody’s pity fuck, okay?”

Joel laughs probably from pure shock from what you just said, “Excuse me? Pity fuck?”

You look at him with disdain, “Yes, Joel! It’s okay that you don’t like me.”

“Y/N.”

“So let go of my hand and leave me be. Let me get over it!”

“Y/N, please listen—“

“ No! I don’t need you sitting here with me tenderly holding my hand,” you sarcastically say, “and your fucking bedroom voice and those fucking bedroom eyes looking at me! I don’t need—“

“Fuck it.”

Joel leans in and takes you into a passionate kiss. His lips softly caressing yours with so much love and care. You lift your hand up and lay it on his cheek subconsciously feeling the scars he has. You could feel the slight warmth from the sun and the warmth of him. He was radiating and you’ve never felt more happy.

You pull away first from him, “Joel.”

He places his hand gently behind your neck, “I wanted to,” you two lean down touching your foreheads together while you catch your breaths.

“Good.”

Joel smiles, “You had no idea how long I’d been waiting for the right moment.”

You look up at him confused, “Why’d you say that in the truck?”

“I was scared. I don’t— no— I can’t lose you,” you loved when he got flustered. How he stumbled over his words.

You smile and lightly push him, “You damn near did! Asshole!”

“I know.”

You smile and pull him in by his shirt and capture his lips again. Relishing the taste of what Ellie calls “tar.” Joel takes the lead and starts to deepen the kiss letting himself go a little more. Entering his tongue in your mouth causing you to let out a quiet moan. Your hands gripping on his shirt tighter trying to pull him closer to you.

You two were so invested in each other that you had neglected to hear Ellie approach.

You two quickly pull away when she yells, “Fucking finally!”

You and Joel look at her with labored breathing and all smiles.

“Shut up,” you chuckle.

“I mean, it’s disgusting. Gag worthy, honestly. Like the mere thought of you two fu—“

“Ellie!” You and Joel both scold.

“Sorry, I’ll drop it!” She puts her hands up, surrendering, “I mean, at least for now.”

“Get some breakfast, you little shit,” you laugh.

Ellie starts to slowly walk away, “Yes ma’am! I’ll eat my breakfast! Make sure Joel eats his breakfast too,” she winks.

“ELLIE!!!” You scream.

#the last of us #the last of us hbo #joel miller #pedro pascal #ellie williams #ellie tlou #joel miller x reader

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sheetsonfire · 1 year

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Free Will

Fandom: Chicago Med

Pairing: Will Halstead x Reader

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort, romance

Word Count: 6462

Summary: Will makes a decision that throws everything the reader thought they knew into question. Where will the road take them?

A/N: This is part of @resanoona's #resa.3kfiestabingo! I'm using this fic to fill the "Hurt Feelings" square! Thank you so much @resanoona for reading, suggesting and correcting my tired ramblings!

I'm so sorry it took me literally two weeks to get this fic done, but hopefully, the size makes up for it! Happy reading!

Sometimes it’s easy to convince yourself of something until reality so starkly and irrefutably proves otherwise. So the night you see Will kissing Nina Shore from pathology, in the middle of Molly’s, it hurts possibly more than you thought it could.

There had never been an official relationship between you and Will, but the both of you had become closer of late - a shared routine, the hangouts on off-days, the conversations you would share in quiet moments on shift, and the post-work drinks at various bars around the city had started to feel a lot like dating.

A year’s worth of getting to know each other beyond colleagues and now you weren't sure what you had to show for it.

You weren’t naive to the fact that a close friendship could be just that and nothing more. In some ways, you were okay with its platonic nature, yet Will always looked at you with such intensity and interest that you could have sworn it to be something else.

In fact, that night at Molly’s Bar was going to be the night. After multiple consultations with Maggie, April and even Connor who had chipped in with his encouragement, you felt ready to ask Will whether there was actually a chance of more.

Sometimes you considered asking Jay, Will’s brother, for his input on the situation but you were always afraid of the answer. There was always the possibility that Jay could tell Will and you hadn’t been ready for that complication either.

So, you were in the bar, wandering off from the large gathering of Med, Fire and PD friends, who had pushed tables together. They were well into their merriment of earned rest and you had decided it was time to visit Herrmann at the bar - liquid courage was definitely needed for what was coming next.

You smile brightly at the older man who gives you a wink, grinning at the sight of your familiar and friendly face. You were happy to wait patiently for him to be free to serve you, he had always been a source of wisdom and encouragement for you - one of the kindest people you knew.

Eventually, Chris makes it to you, a bar towel slung over his shoulder, “What’s up, Y/N, what can I get ya?” He waits for an answer, tilting his head curiously as you smile sheepishly. You're tapping your fingers on the counter as you measure your words.

“Hey Chris, can I get whatever will get me buzzed the fastest?”

Chris laughs, nodding, “Sure, Y/N, can I ask why?”

You knew that question was coming, and you cleared your throat.

Feeling the heat creeping into your cheeks, casting a brief look back at the table where everybody was sitting, laughing and engrossed in different conversations. You could see Nina shimmying her way around Connor to sit where you had sat next to Will.

Watching the scene with a jolt of irritation, you see her pressing up close to him. The conversation already seems intimate, and you can’t look away. Only brought back by Herrmann’s gentle call of your name.

“Sorry, Herrmann…Um, I was going to, uh, ask Will something important, I need something to quieten the nerves before I chicken out.” The words come out, but you can already feel your mind changing direction, the urge to abort the plan was growing fast.

Herrmann nods, holding his hands up in understanding, “Say no more. Good luck to you, kiddo.” Grinning as he pours you a few shots, he always was a champion for the romantic.

You hold out the shots to Chris in a ‘cheers’ gesture before knocking them back one after the other, feeling the liquid burn as it makes its way down your throat, a heat beginning to thrum in your veins. This was exactly what you needed, for better or for worse.

With the shots down and the confidence blooming in your chest, you say your farewell to Chris and start to shimmy through the crowd back to your table. You’re just passing where Matt Casey and Kelly Severide are sitting when your eyes lock onto an unwanted sight ahead of you.

Nina’s arm is looped snugly around Will’s waist, and he is the same in kind. You watch as he leans down to listen to something she’s saying, concentrating on her words over the hubbub of the bar, it makes him turn to smile at her.

From your position, you can even see the mischievous twinkle in Will’s eyes, and like a slow-mo car crash you feel your stomach drop as Nina leans up and Will leans into a kiss.

You’re frozen. Your trance was only broken by Casey’s concerned call of your name.

You blink, willing yourself away from the sight of your best friend making out with someone else. Turning to see Matt and Kelly watching you carefully like you were going to disintegrate at any moment.

“You alright, Y/N?” Kelly asks, standing from his chair to move closer to you.

There’s a ringing in your ears, and the full rush of embarrassment threatens to consume you, even if nobody else knew what you were thinking or how you felt. You felt transparent.

Eventually, you bring yourself to answer the firefighters, pushing a smile onto your face. “Yeah, I’m good, guys. Sorry, I just remembered I’m late for something else. Tell the others I’m sorry I had to go?” You ask hopefully, not at all in the mood to show your face again at your corner of the large gathering.

They nod, wishing you a good evening, and telling you to be safe. To which you nod back, reassuring them that you would be fine and that you would see them soon.

Ducking your head as you turn around toward the door out of Molly’s, offering Herrmann a half-hearted smile as he watches you leave, feeling sad that he would know your plan had gone awry.

Then, you were gone.

Unbeknownst to you, Will had not been pleased when he discovered your absence through Casey and Severide. It wasn't annoyance, but rather concern.

He got a sinking feeling when he found out you’d gone home, in the back of his mind he started to worry that you’d seen the kiss between him and Nina. On paper, he had no reason to fear that possibility, and yet it nagged at him.

You'd never expressed an interest in Will, and he had been desperate to not be too forward with you, he never wanted to give you the impression that you were a rebound or a distraction after Natalie.

If pressed, he would admit that his thoughts on being with Nina weren’t the soundest or most logical, yet he didn’t know what else to do. With Nina there was something to the dynamic that never got too deep, it never scared Will as it did when he thought about having something with you.

He knows it’s not fair to you or Nina to think that way, yet here he was. There was too much to lose by asking to date you, your friendship was cherished by him and it had to be protected.

Will messages later that night, asking if everything was okay. He wasn’t sure if you would answer at all, but the “Yeah, all good. Just forget I had something I needed to do. See you Monday!” went some way to quiet his worry.

Even if the seeds of doubt continued to grow.

[5 Months Later]

It had been an extra layer of sucky when you discovered Will was not only dating Nina but also moving in with her. Ever since that night at Molly’s, you had done your resolute best to act normal, to not freeze Will out or feel resentful.

He had asked a few times if something was wrong or if something had happened, but you didn’t have the heart to tell him the truth - what point would there be to hearing him tell you he wasn’t interested in you like that? It was easier to play it as cool as you could, being happy for Will like a good friend should.

Being invited to the housewarming was a real test of your resolve, however.

It was gone 7am at Med, the 7:30 shift was due to start rolling in at any moment, and you were wrapping up your patient notes from the night before.

Maggie was hovering beside you, she had come to investigate whether you were going to the Halstead-Shore housewarming, to which you’d pulled a face and she understood.

“Did you ever ask him if it was something more?” Maggie asks cautiously, trying to help you not feel so utterly rejected by someone who apparently didn’t even know they were rejecting you.

“No…I didn’t…but, oh Maggie, I’m still in shock at how I’ve got this so wrong.”

“Honey, you’re not an idiot, there must have been something there, alright? That man is like a brother to me, and I more than know his capability to charm. I've been trying to steer him right for years, but his dating game and communication skills aren’t always to the standard of his doctoring finesse.” Maggie smiles sympathetically, wrapping an arm around you with a small squeeze.

The charge nurse had offered to intervene a few times, but you didn't think it was fair to drop that on Will just because you didn't want someone else to have him.

You sigh, resting your head on her shoulder. Watching discreetly from behind the pillar at the nurses' station, Will passes Nina her coffee and kisses her cheek, no doubt promising to share lunch with her later.

You resist the juvenile urge to make a gagging sound and gesture with your fingers in your mouth.

Then, Will turns to move in the direction of the nurses’ station to get to the on-call room. You hastily disperse from Maggie’s comforting embrace and busy yourself with a computer, pulling up your last patient’s records, scrutinising them as if your life depended on it.

Breath held, eyes downcast, you dare not look as you feel Will’s approach, his fiery copper hair visible from the corner of your eye.

You type some sporadic notes at the bottom of your patient’s file, making a mental note to yourself that under no circumstances would you save the incoherent spiel once you were done avoiding the redhead.

Yet, there’s no such passing of the moment, Will makes a direct approach to you, a smile on his face as he watches you “concentrate.” His palm is warm on your back as he greets you, a cheerful tone to salt your wounds, “Good mornin’, Y/N.”

There’s a battle within to avoid sighing too loudly, you search for composure as you lift your head with a painted smile. “Morning, Will.”

“You’re here early?” Will queries, apparently convinced by your performance.

“Late, actually. I got called in to cover a shift, now my cover is a no-show, so now I’m taking my one.” Will frowns with a nod, knowing what was coming next.

He hadn’t been totally oblivious to the change in your mood lately, he just wished you’d get mad or say something, the silence was worse.

The more time passed, the more the sense of a moment missed weighed on him. He wished he could have put aside his fear and come right out and said “I love you!” all those months ago, but then after that night at Molly’s things had taken an altogether different turn.

With Dr Shore it was different, she had been a friend and a colleague too, but if Will was being honest, he knew it didn't ground him or scare him like his relationship with you did.

Between him and Nina, they understood the casual and mutually beneficial nature of being together, of sharing an apartment, and they had both agreed that they would take it as easy as possible.

You grimace, looking for absolution. “I’m really sorry, Will, I won’t be able to make it for your housewarming, I’m gonna need some shut-eye once this day is over.”

It’s the best excuse to not go to your nice new place and watch you be domestic and loved up with someone who isn’t me. You think to yourself, smiling apologetically.

“It’s alright, Y/N, it can’t be helped, we’ll miss you though.” He smiles too, a sadness settles in his eyes and you do feel a slight pang of guilt. It was for the best though, you decided.

He could spend the evening with his girlfriend and enjoy himself, and you could be spared from that. Your eyes struggle to steel themselves into an expression of unbothered and normal, Will catches a flash of it.

He squeezes your shoulder, trying to ignore the mantra of his own internal voice, the one that told him he had a mistake with you and, consequently, a mistake with Nina.

He couldn’t afford to think that now, not even if he wanted to.

“I better, you know…” He gestures to the on-call room, needing to put his stuff away and change into scrubs.

“Of course, yeah, you go ahead. See you in a bit.” You shoo him away, watching with a gnawing sensation in your gut. You couldn’t avoid this forever, you would have to face it head-on at some point.

However, as cruel fate would have it, as it often does, your replacement chose that moment to announce themselves. Dr Kumari had resolved their engine troubles with the help of a passerby, so here they were to relieve you of your double shift.

You had tried to somehow find a way to prevent Will from finding out, but that was impossible as soon as Dr Kumari had made themselves known and he had seen you with your coat and bag.

“Oh sweet, that’s great. Get some rest and we’ll see you later?” Will asks, hopefulness renewed. Maggie glances at you from across the nurses’ station, that sympathetic look was back as she offered an encouraging thumbs up.

You wanted so badly to find another way of squirming out of the obligation, but you weren’t looking to be an utter asshole to Will, he clearly valued your presence at this housewarming and, after all, you were still friends.

“Yeah, for sure! See you later, 7pm right?” You check, ignoring the cold thrum of anxiety that had started to tingle in your veins.

“Yep, 7pm, let me know if you get stuck finding us, our street is a little weird.” Will smiled, Cinderella could go to the ball and Will was elated to hear it.

You nod in acknowledgement of what he was saying, saying one more goodbye before turning towards the exit, letting yourself walk a considerable way out of Will’s eye line before exhaling defeatedly.

Now you’d need to buy some wine or a plant.

Despite your reluctance to even go to the housewarming, you had meandered into an ‘oddities and thrift’ store on your way home and found some gifts for Will and Nina. The store’s name ‘The Past and The Curious: Chicago Thrift’ had totally tickled you.

After being in danger of spending a whole shift’s worth of time in the three-storey building full of trinkets and history, you had stumbled across a few items that you thought would be cool to give them.

One was an old 50s dartboard that had both a traditional format on one side and a baseball format on the other; you knew that Will enjoyed a game of darts, and you were pretty sure you’d seen Nina outdoing a fair few colleagues at the bar on several occasions.

As an extra, you had found a vintage Cubs pennant you thought would make for good decor. Satisfied with your treasures you settle up with the elderly woman who sat at a counter that looked like something out of the Wild West.

Letting yourself into your apartment, you’re grateful to take off your layers of cold-weather clothing, placing your items on the kitchen table where you could arrange them in a gift bag later. For now, you are ready to eat, nap and then take a shower.

However, once you’d had some soup and put on your comfy clothes, the initial excitement over your purchases started to fade. As you roll over in bed, eyeing the red numbers displaying 11am, you feel the knots in your stomach ache in the background.

Exhaling frustratedly you shift again under the covers, desperate to find slumber in the plumpness of your pillows.

It’s Jay that answers the door at Will’s new apartment, apparently, he had taken on the role of security but also cloakroom clerk. Offering to hang up your jacket, take your gift bag and find you a drink.

“How’s it going, Y/N?” Jay asks casually.

With a swallow of the urge to spill your lovesickness to him, you smile, “All good, thanks, Jay. How about you?”

Jay lets out a small laugh, one that seems full of knowledge and scepticism with regard to your answer. “I’m good, Y/N, business as usual for me.” Jay doesn’t say anything else, but he’s looking at you differently, speaking without saying a damn thing.

You sometimes hated that Halstead smugness, it was clearly a genetic trait both boys shared. You were now sure he knew something about this whole debacle, but you didn’t know what.

You follow Jay through the small hallway into the front room where familiar faces are already gathered in different pockets of conversation. You spot Maggie and Sharon on the couches, with Will and Nina hovering nearby, and you spot Connor in the process of joining their group.

Jay sidles up to you with an extra beer in hand, seemingly getting it from thin air as he nods in Will’s direction.

The detective takes a sip of his own drink, again with that glint in his eye that makes you want to push him into the obnoxiously large cactus in the corner of the room. “Are you gonna say hey, or are we keeping a safe distance for the evening?”

You glance at Jay, a glare flashes across your features, settling into a frown and a half smile. You could tell Jay, for all his teasing, was actually looking out for you. He must definitely know how you feel about his brother.

A sigh escapes you, taking a swig of your beer. “Who told you, and why?” You ask, slightly disappointed that Maggie might have spilt to Jay of all people.

Jay chuckles softly, patting your shoulder. “Y/N, I got eyes. I see how you look at my pain in the ass, romantically challenged, brother.”

You’re about to say something when Jay continues, his face a little more sympathetic, maybe even sad, as he speaks. “And I saw you that night when they started canoodling, you looked pretty damn crushed. I had had my suspicions before then, but that night I knew. I wanted so badly to smack that idiot upside the head, but I didn’t know how you wanted to play it out. So I left it, and I want to apologise for not saying anything, but I figured you’d do what you wanted to do.” Jay shrugs, a grimace as he waits for your reaction, taking another swig to distract from the brief silence between you.

“Jay…” You start, your heart racing, and you half expect yourself to start crying but your brain protects you in front of all the people that could spot you break down. Surprising yourself as you remain composed.

“First and foremost, I’m not upset with you, why would I be? You didn’t know what I was thinking, and I had no idea you even knew as much as you do… I figured I’d let it be, who am I to stop him from doing what he wants? He seems happy, and we were long friends before we could be anything else, I don’t want to lose that.”

He nods, wrapping an arm around your shoulder in a comforting squeeze.

Jay is ready to continue, “Listen, I know he’s off with Nina, but you should know-” But Will’s voice bursts your private bubble and you almost jump out of your skin.

“Jay, you can’t use her as a shield from socialising with everyone.” Will approaches with a big smile, clearly glad to see you’d not abandoned ship at the last moment.

“Sorry, brother, just didn’t want you to bore her to death with the speech about where you got that cactus and the guy you got it from.” Jay grins, and Will rolls his eyes, steering you away from his brother towards Nina, Sharon and April.

You half-heartedly wave ‘bye’ to Jay, feeling the uptick in your nerves as Will’s hand stays on your back. “Glad you made it, Y/N, thanks for coming.” Your neck tingles with the softness in Will’s tone.

“Of course, Will, you got it.” You smile, internally cringing at your chipper tone. Your stomach flip flops at the slight brush of Will’s thumb on your back as he lets go, arriving at a stop next to Nina as you greet everyone.

The evening continues without incident, you find yourself enjoying it more than you thought you would. Nina turns out to be a good cook, having made a good proportion of the nibbles and snacks on offer from scratch. You even manage to have a few conversations with her, without feeling like you were suffocating under the secret you kept to your chest.

Will had kept a subtle eye on you throughout too, you had caught him a few times looking in your direction but for the most part, you weren’t tuned in to the way he worried about whether you were having a good time or not.

He also hadn’t missed the way you and Jay were talking earlier, he was itching to know what you were discussing but he didn’t want to intrude - the thought crossed his mind to pry it from Jay at a later date, which wouldn’t be easy.

Will was happy to have his friends around, and he really did think Nina was a great person, yet he couldn’t shake the gnawing wrongness in his stomach - the best way he could describe the sensation was “cold feet”. He sighs, refilling the ice box in the kitchen as he idly listens to the hubbub and music in the lounge, tuning in to the call of his brother requesting he hurries up in the kitchen

You’re sitting on a dining chair near the couch, next to Maggie as she squeezes you. You nod to reassure her that you were doing good, smiling as she keeps a comforting hold on your arm.

Nina and Jay stand at the front of the gathering, a natural aisle down the middle had formed to allow Will back into the room and to the ‘centre stage’.

Will sets down the ice bucket back on the refreshments table and faces his friends who are still chattering to each other, waiting for the speech to be made, a blush on his cheeks as Nina clanks her glass.

Will catches your eye for just a split second, you take a swig of your second drink of the night, a smile and a small silent cheers gesture to him before you look away and focus on something else.

Nina smiles brightly at the hush as she begins to speak, “Hey everybody. Um, thank you so much for coming. Celebrating with the people who know me and Will best, it means a lot…”

That was strike one for you, your stomach tensed in readiness for what else Nina was going to say.

“...But there is something that most of you may not know about Will. He’s still got a lot of Med School debt, but he paid part of his way through it by singing at Irish weddings.”

There’s a gasp in the crowd, a titter of excitement as Jay picks up Will’s guitar. You and Maggie look at each other, and Maggie is grinning, eyebrows raised in excitement. Neither of you knew you were getting food and a show tonight.

“What?” You hear Will exclaim, and you snorted as you took another swig of your drink. This was going to be good.

Ah, that was right. He’d left his guitar out earlier, forgetting to put it back in the case and stow it away.

He was going to kill Jay.

Will half-heartedly protests, but Jay thrusts the instrument at his brother with that same shit-eating grin you’d seen many a time before, along with a quip about needing to pay rent.

Sharon even pipes up, and it’s sweet to see Will almost immediately agree. Like a mother asking her son to play, he wasn’t going to be the one to decline now. Only further encouraged by Nina and the cheer of the group in front of him, including you, he takes the guitar in his hands.

The hush from before settles around the room, listening intently as Will begins to sing and play the strings beneath his fingers.

“Baby

It's been a long day, baby

Things ain't been going my way

You know I need you here

To ease my mind

All the time”

At first, you’re stifling your giggles of excitement, because Will had a great voice that you’d never heard before. Not only that, but you knew Will would totally smack Jay upside the head for making him play in front of everyone, and it tickled you to no end.

“And baby

The way you move me, it's crazy

It's like you see right through me

And make it easier

You please me, you don't even have to try”

However, with that excitement came the deepest urge to cry. An urge that you smothered by drinking your beer and squeezing the napkin you had in your other hand in a vice grip. Maggie’s grip on you had tightened too.

Jay was watching his brother, and that glint of pride in his eyes wasn’t hard to miss, despite Jay’s hesitation on the whole moving-in situation, he didn’t want to butt in on Will’s life, Will seemed to be happy.

You watched the man you admired and loved play with ease, his voice was somehow soothing and shattering as you watched Nina look at him the way you do when he isn’t paying attention.

A tidal wave of emotions that you’d managed to suppress since that night at Molly’s came crashing over you with each word of the song, feeling your heart stutter wildly as Will’s eyes focus briefly on yours.

You can’t look away, not even if you wanted to, the tears that you had so doggedly fought against now spilt silently over and down your cheeks. Quickly wiping them away lest somebody, that wasn’t Maggie or Will, notice.

“Oh, because

You are the best thing

(You're the best thing)

You are the best thing

(You're the best thing, baby)

You are the best thing

(You're the best thing, ooh)

Ever happened to me”

Will’s eyes glisten too, his heart thundering in his eyes as he plays on autopilot for the rest of the song. In the surreal moment of everyone else’s joy, the doting look on Nina’s face, he is crushed to see the look of grief on yours.

Listening to his head and his heart, louder and clearer than he had in all those times of fear and doubt, Will knows now without question he’s made a mistake. A mistake that will certainly hurt Nina going forward, but there’s also a mistake that’s already hurt you.

The latter is something that Will can’t live with.

It feels like an eternity as you try to calmly get up from your seat next to Maggie, hushed murmurs between the both of you as you quickly and quietly tell her that you need to get going. She can see the anguish on your face enough to not try and convince you to stay, offering a sad smile and an encouraging squeeze as she promises to text later.

You dare not glance back at Will, only offering a polite smile and nod to Jay as you squeeze past him between the clusters of people who had resumed their chattering and merriment. He doesn’t push now, the teasing at the start of this evening now makes him feel somewhat dickish as he sees the pain in your face.

Unbeknownst to you, Will can’t tear his eyes away from watching you leave, the prickly heat of worry and dread spreads across his skin. The desire to go after you was clear on his features, lost in his own moment of realisation, too caught up in the tumbling down of his own walls to realise Nina was witness to it as well.

She had never been clueless about your connection to her boyfriend, but to your credit, you had never overstepped or even tried to enforce your place in his life. However, now, as she watches the silent revelation play out in front of her, it’s hard to ignore the sourness in her throat. Her new chapter of life had been closed as quickly as it had started.

After the last of the guests say their goodbyes, a heavy silence begins to fill the air of the apartment, replacing the lights and the laughter with a stillness that sits like dark, weighted, rain clouds that threaten a downpour.

Will puts almost entirely too much focus on clearing away scraps of food, crumpled napkins and used plastic champagne flutes for there not to be something so obviously wrong.

Nina glances at him from time to time, the energy coursing through her body going into putting the furniture back with haste. She can feel her hurt and anger building, but there’s also a resignation, she just wishes Will had opened his mouth sooner.

Eventually, she can’t take it, straightening up the dining table, she can’t help thinking about the fact that it’s a huge mercy that their landlord had included a 7-day grace period in their rental agreement.

“Are you gonna say something? Or do I have to do that for you too, even at the very end?” Her first shot is fired into the thick air, which makes Will’s shoulders tense. A slow lift of his head from the fascinating sight of the garbage bag in his hands to the woman he was about to let down.

“Nina, I-” The look on Will’s face already has her jaw clenching, he was about to try and soften the situation somehow, something she didn’t want or need. She only needed the truth.

“Will, I suggest you think very clearly about what comes out of your mouth next. Just be clear and be honest with me.”

Will pressed his lips together, recalculating his sentence now that he could see this was really happening, it was now or never to face up to the reality of his feelings.

“Nina? I haven’t been fair to you. You deserve someone as committed to you as you are to him, and I haven’t been that person.”

Nina inhales a sharp breath, hearing it aloud stings, but at least it’s the truth. “It’s always been Y/N, hasn’t it?”

Will blinks, swallowing, staring his transgressions in the face.

“You messed me around. You acted as if I could be the only person you’d want this future with, but all along you knew the truth. You knew deep down that Y/N was who you really wanted, and you let us go through all of this - in front of our friends too.” Nina’s rage is the quiet kind, the kind that doesn’t need screaming or erratic behaviour to convey the gravity of its source.

“I didn’t know she had feelings for me, not for sure, not until tonight… I-... I’m sorry, Nina. I have feelings for her, and I shouldn’t have ignored them. I should have been honest from the start, from that kiss at Molly’s. I shouldn’t have let myself pretend.”

“Oh well, I’m so glad you’ve seen the light tonight, no more pretending, huh? Wow.”

Will’s eyes shuttered closed for a second, there was no getting around the mess he’d made for Nina and for you.

“Nina, I care about what happens to you, I-”

Nina held her hand up, shaking her head. She didn’t need to hear any more about how much Will loved you or how sorry he was that he still wasn’t going to pick her. “Please just go, Will. Get what you need tonight, we can arrange our stuff at some point. I just need you to go, please. Now.”

Will nods, picking up his phone from the coffee table as he silently heads to the bedroom to pack some things. He would be reacquainting himself with Jay’s couch tonight.

You were more than thankful that the following day was a day off for you. You could very well put your personal feelings aside for the sake of the job, but it was a relief to be allowed to cry in your apartment under a duvet and mindlessly watch episode after episode of Mythbusters.

Even though your eyes were staring at the laptop screen, your mind couldn’t be further from focusing on what was in front of you. You couldn’t stop replaying over and over the way Will had really seen you last night, he knew the truth now and you would have to live with that reality - whatever that might mean for your friendship.

So much was your melancholic reverie that the texts you’d received from not only Maggie but Jay and Will had all gone unnoticed and unread. Each passing hour was just as lovesick as the one before it until you felt like you were climbing the walls.

At around 2pm you decide to take a shower, put on some real clothes, open the curtains and take yourself out for a walk to get some food and some sunshine on your skin.

You’re just checking the lock on your front door when noise from further down the corridor grabs your attention, you figured that when you turned it would be one of your neighbours going back to their apartment. However, when you register the figure in front of you, you almost wish you could unlock the door and hustle back inside without being spotted.

Will was approaching you, a look of concern on his face that you’d rarely ever seen unless there was a serious emergency in the ED. As he gets closer his exhaustion is apparent, with hair that was unkempt and redness in his eyes that spoke of little to no sleep.

You were confused, to say the least, last night should have been a great night for him and he should have gone to bed with Nina to forget all about you.

As you stand frozen on the spot, pondering what could have possibly happened to have Will so stressed out, you almost jump when Will comes to a stop in front of you. He shifts from one foot to the other, hands deep in his jean pockets to stop them from fidgeting or rubbing nervously at his neck.

“Hi.” He murmurs, his voice gruff from a dry throat.

“Hi.” You utter, voice tight. It now occurs to you that your face probably doesn’t look too much better, even the shower wouldn’t have magically erased the bags from tossing and turning, and the redness from crying.

“What are you doing here?” You ask curiously, trying not to sound too blunt or rude.

“Can we talk?” He asks carefully, waiting for you to be upset with him as Nina had been.

You swallow, stomach flip-flopping with the gurgles of hunger to accompany it.

“Sure…I, uh, I was going to take a walk and get lunch. Wanna come?”

Will nods, taking a breath. “Sounds good.”

It’s not even 5 minutes into your walk until the silence between you almost becomes unbearable. The idea of breaking that silence seems to occur to you both at the same time.

“Will, I-”

“I broke up with Nina.”

You stare at each other as the words sit in your brain, coming to a halt tucked to the side of the sidewalk.

“You broke up with Nina? The Nina who you’re sharing a new home with?” You don’t mean for the sentence to be so blunt, but you’re stunned at this turn of events.

“Yeah, that’s the one.” Will gives a pained and sheepish smile.

You’re frozen for a moment, trying to figure out if it was because of you without seeming too self-absorbed. Will seems to pick up on your thoughts, however, pacing slightly in front of you and as the words tumble past his lips, hands gesturing wildly as he tries to get his feelings across.

“And it is because I care about you, Y/N. I haven’t acted right at all, and I don’t expect you to suddenly feel ready for anything. Hell, I don’t even expect you to want to be friends anymore, but I couldn’t lie to myself, and I couldn’t pretend like losing you wouldn’t be the biggest regret of my life. I shouldn’t have hurt you or Nina the way that I did, and I’m truly, deeply, sorry… I love you, Y/N.”

It’s surreal to think that this is happening in the middle of the street, whilst the world bustles around you. You look into the wild, soft, brown eyes of Will Halstead and you’re met with the truth now. You can see it there, the same sense of fear, grief and hope that had burned so strongly last night as he played the guitar and watched you cry.

You expected to fling yourself into his arms and kiss him senseless, but in reality, you nestle in close to wrap your arms tightly around him, your head tucked into his chest as you sniffle.

The warmth of his hand cradling the back of you makes you feel safe, his lips gentle as they press to the top of your head. A strong hold on your waist as you sniff rather pitifully, full of relief and shock, speaking quietly as though any louder would shatter some sort of illusion, “Please, please don’t change your mind.”

Will’s laughter rumbles through his chest, planting more kisses on your face as you look at him, laughter pulled from you too as you see your own joy mirrored on him.

“That was a one-time thing, sweetheart. I won’t be changing anything for as long as you want me to be here.”

Fin.

tags: @resanoona - @elius-learns-to-write - @dumb-fawkin-bitch

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One way or another - Blondie

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

“Do you want some tea?” asked Renée, Lyanna’s mom, after she helped them settled in Lyanna’s teenage bedroom.

“Yes mom, please. Charles?”

“With pleasure! Do you want some help?” asked Charles ready to do whatever Lya’s mom would ask him.

“It’s just boiling water, I think I can manage.”

Lyanna tugged gently on Charles's hand, urging him to sit down beside her on the sofa. Since they had entered the house, Renée had barely spoken to the young man, preferring to observe him out of the corner of her eye. Charles didn't mind, even if it made him a little uncomfortable. He understood that her mother preferred to talk to her daughter, it had been a long time since they had seen each other. But still, his ego was bruised.

She returned later with three steaming cups of tea and some cakes, which Charles ogled but didn't dare touch. He didn't want to appear so impolite as to help himself first.

“So, Lya, any new projects on the way?”

“Nope, I did not have much time to focus on auditions and scripts. Between Charles’ accident and James… it was no easy.”

“I see. How are you doing Charles? It was a big crash. And Lyanna was deeply affected. She was crushed. It was painful to hear her so broken and not being able to hold her in my arms…”

“I’m doing better. Still recovering but I think the worst is over. I know how hard it was for your daughter and honestly, she deserves an award for putting up with me during my recovery. I don’t know where I would be if she had not been there.”

“She is a good person indeed. She has the biggest heart but sometimes people like to play with it.”

“Hello, I’m right here. I can hear you.” Lyanna joined in the conversation.

She hated it when people talked about her as if she wasn't there. And she knew exactly what her mother was doing. She was testing Charles.

“I’m not playing with her. I would never, I can assure you of that.” Said confidently Charles while taking Lya’s hand that was resting on the table.

“Words are nice, Charles, but actions speak louder than them.”

“Okay, I think we are all a little tired. It’s been a long day. Maybe we should just call it a night?”

“You are right, sweetheart. I prepared the guest room as well. I was not sure both people could fit in your bed Lya.”

“Don’t worry, Renée, I’ll make us fit.” Tried to reassure Charles.

Lyanna gave Charles the stink eye, while Renée let out a long sigh and looked away. Understanding how his remark might have been interpreted, Charles tried to make up for it.

“I mean. Sorry, it came out wrong. I meant don’t worry, we will be fine. I’m sure the bed is not that small and even if it were, which then again I doubt, it would be okay. I’m used to small spaces and how to fit comfortably in them. I drive a F1 car for a living I know a thing or two about small spaces. And Lyanna never takes much space in the bed, she is almost always sleeping on me most of the time, so it’s fine… Do you know what your daughter reminds me? A sloth and its branch. Or a mussel on a rock, you know those species that are always stuck to something and you can't get rid of them. Well, that's Lyanna.”

“Charming.”

“But she makes a cute sloth.” He added.

He knew that he should shut up and was just not marking points with Lya’s mom but he couldn’t stop. It was like his mouth had a mind of its own.

“And to have her against me during cold nights, it’s great. She is a perfect blanket. And if it saves me money on heating…she has many use.”

“Charles for the love of god, please shut up.” Lyanna whispered as she discreetly pinched his arm.

“I’m making things awkward, don’t I?”

“No, you think?” sarcastically said Renée.

Once in Lyanna's room, away from prying ears, Charles apologised profusely.

“On a scale from 1 to to 10 how much do you think I screwed up with your mom?”

“I’d say that you screwed up really bad but you still have a chance to make things right.”

“You think so?”

“A tiny little chance, yes. No but really, she can see that you were stressed out, it’s okay. She will forget about it and tomorrow it will be like it never happened.”

“Do you say that to make me feel better or do you actually believe it?”

“Does it make you feel better?”

“A little.”

“Then I say that to make you feel better.” She said as she stood up on her tippy toes and kissed him slowly to try to take his mind off the stress.

She gently pushed Charles onto the bed and straddled him, taking care to avoid injuring his ribs. Gently, she unbuttoned his shirt and placed light kisses on his neck.

“Lya, slow down… Your mom is right next door.”

“And? I didn’t think it would stop you. Not reckless anymore, mister Leclerc?”

“I don’t want her to hate me more than she does already.”

Lyanna got to her feet and began to get rid of her clothes in front of Charles, who swallowed. She was going to drive him crazy. And he had to admit that she was having quite an effect on him. Just as he was about to change his mind and grab Lyanna to do all the dirty things he had in mind for her, the young woman slipped under the sheets and turned off the light with her back to him.

“The sloth is wishing you a good night.”

Lyanna was not awake when Charles opened his eyes the next morning. She was fast asleep next to him and he did not want to wake her. She needed the good sleep. He could hear noises coming from what he supposed was the kitchen and decided to come out of the room. Renée was preparing the breakfast while humming the song that was playing on the radio. When she saw Charles, she stopped altogether.

“Good morning.” Said Charles, trying to be cheerful.

“Hello Charles. Did you sleep well? Was my daughter a nice blanket?”

“Yeah… about that, I’m sorry. I have the tendency to overshare when I’m stressed out. And you kind of make me feel nervous.”

“Well you should be. I want you to understand something Charles. I have nothing personal against you, it’s just… Lyanna went through some horrible things, you know it. And I was not there to protect her. I should have been but I was not. I don’t want to ever relive this. Ever again. It broke me to see my daughter so… half dead. I felt like I failed as parent. I did not do my job. I did not protect her. So understand that I want her to find someone who will always prioritize her, who will never make her forget how beautiful her soul is, who will make her the happiest because she deserves nothing other than this. And I don’t know if you will be that person, Charles.”

“Because of my job?”

“Surely there are a lot of distractions that come with it.”

“I would never cheat on Lyanna. I’m not that kind of man.”

“I hope so. I really hope. Lyanna loves you, it’s obvious, and I don’t doubt that you love her too. But you are both young, both with busy careers and it’s just the beginning of your relationship. When things will get rough, when routine will set in, when love will be something to fight for and keep on nurturing, will you be there? Because I know my daughter and I know she will be. But you?”

“I can’t promise you that I will always be the perfect boyfriend and that I’ll always make her happy because I would lie. I will make her cry. Unintentionally. We are going to fight. Like all couples. We are going to have our misunderstandings. We still have to learn how to communicate, we are working on it. But I can promise you that I’ll take care of her heart. That she will always have a shoulder to lean on when I’m not around. That the more the time flies, the more I fall in love with her and the more I think she is the one for me. I can promise you that as long as she needs me, I’ll be there, by her side. I’ll be her biggest supporter, her shoulder to cry on and the one to mend the broken pieces of her heart. I want the bad days and the good ones. I want everything.”

“You have a way with words, Charles…”

“Years of media training do that to someone. But I’m being honest.”

“Somehow… I know that you are.”

Charles thought that Lyanna's mother would be the most difficult to convince, but that was nothing compared to her entire family. He knew he was in hostile territory from the moment her grandfather shook his hand and tried to crush it. Lyanna, having seen the scene, rushed to intervene, explaining to her grandfather that Charles had already suffered a broken wrist, so now was not the time to break the bones of his other hand. Then, when Charles politely declined three different slices of cake from her grandmother, he knew he was being judged. Even more so when he heard the old lady tell Lyanna that a man with little appetite was a man who would die young. To which Lyanna tried to explain that he was a high-level athlete and had to watch his diet. And then there was Lyanna's famous uncle, a long-time F1 fan who Charles learned was a fan of Red Bull, which the man was quick to point out to Charles.

“I mean, you were lucky in Monza. If Checo and Max had not ended up in the gravel, they would have crushed you. Not sure you would even have gotten the podium.”

Charles tried as best he could to smile.

“In the end, even if winning Monza was a nice feeling, it’s also the day I got this girl… so to be honest, I don’t care about the podium.”

“Lyanna is not a thing to get, young man, she is a woman you have to woo, be respectful towards her.” interjected her grandfather.

“That was a just a figure of speech, grandpa. I promise you, there is no one more respectful than Charles.”

Charles spent the whole afternoon, getting teased from left to right but finally he was able to catch a break when one of Lyanna’s cousin asked him if he wanted to play football with them, which Charles was grateful for. As he was about to stand up to go with them, Lyanna grabbed his arm and whispered in his ears.

“Are you sure you want to make a fool of yourself today?”

“I mean, they are kids, how worst than them can I be?” confidently answered Charles.

The answer was way worse. Charles decided to try to be a goalkeeper to what the kids took a great pleasure to make him jump to catch the ball. Lyanna was observing them with a worried look and when it seemed that Charles was about to pass out from exhaustion, she took in.

“Hey, c’mon guys. I think it’s enough. He needs a break.”

“You’re no fun Lya! We wanted to see how long he could keep up and it’s only been thirty minutes.”

“What thirty minutes?” asked Charles surprised. To him it seemed to have lasted hours.

“Yeah, but it’s getting late and Charles is not used to intense physical activities anymore, so he has to take it easy. Doctor’s words.”

“I’ll show you, intense physical activities when we come back, Lya” whispered Charles to her ear, a little offended.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep. You are too scared of my mom to try something under her roof.” She responded with a wink.

The next day, it was already time for Lyanna and Charles to set off again. Charles was due to meet Andrea the day after tomorrow and Mia had sent a message to see if he could make himself available to discuss something urgent. As for Lyanna, her agent wanted to talk to her about a project she might be interested in. She had tried to find out more but her agent had refused to reply, simply telling her that she was not allowed to tell her more by text message, thereby piquing the young woman's curiosity.

One thing was certain, the young woman reflected as she watched the landscape pass by as Charles drove onto the motorway, the break they had enjoyed with Lyanna's family was over and a busy week lay ahead.

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