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starflirts · 4 months

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NO GRAVE CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN (I'LL CRAWL HOME TO HER)

in which luke is determined to keep you close to him forever. luke castellan x fem! reader, wc: 1.36k, warning: swearing, note: first post dedicated to my favorite villain... enjoy !

"Wha-... what the fuck are you talking about Luke ?" From the edge of his bunk bed, your boyfriend avoids your stare, looking anywhere but at your face. "Look at me ! You can't just drop this upon me and act like nothing is happening !" He can hear the hurt and the confusion in your voice and decides to get closer to you. He wants to hold you tight and never let you go but settles for holding your hand.

"Babe, listen to me. please." He’s the one to look at you with pleading eyes this time, one hand circling yours and the other resting on the nape of your neck. "You know how much I hate Olympus and how they toy with us just for their own benefit. I know you feel the same way, watching kids barely getting here safely only to never be claimed or only when their parent deems it convenient ! Do you think it's fair ? To be used as a puppet so you can finally be worthy in the eyes of mom or dad ? Risking your life to fix their shortcomings ?"

His emphasis on dad doesn't intrigue you, you already know. Everyone knows. His eyes are full of resentment and his scar seems so red, a stark contrast with the unmarred skin. Luke goes on and on about his supposedly great plan and you can only watch in horror as the boy in front of you looks nothing like the one you fell in love summers ago.

Hand reaching for the one still laid on your nape, you look up, brows furrowed. "Does Annabeth know ?"

These three words are enough to make him flinch. He opens and closes his mouth and that tells you everything you need to know. Your face twists with disgust and anger as you shove his shoulder enough for him to stumble back, away from you.

"Fuck off Luke !" you spit, tears cornering at your lash line. "How dare you turn your back on your little sister, on me ?" Your voice cracks but you try to put up a brave front, wiping the corner of your eyes. You can only stare at him in disbelief, even though your hands itch to bring him closer to you, to hold him and to at least try to understand his sudden change of heart.

Luke attempts to step forward but you pull back and he can hear his own heart breaking. He runs a hand over his face before answering you with a shaky sigh: "Look, I’m doing this for everyone at camp, for us ! I want us to live free of that burden. We deserve so much more than what the gods have to give !" His voice falters and he clears his throat. "I don't want to wake up one morning and find out you're gone because of them, because you went on a stupid quest for the sake of your parent who can't even bother to acknowledge you !" He looks at you fondly and sighs. "Do you remember the time I came back from the quest Hermes sent me on ? You were so scared something had happened to me. I can't let that happen again. I can't let that happen to you. I want to protect you, to protect us ! You- you're all I have."

Tears fall freely as you shake your head, hugging yourself in an attempt to calm down. "There’s got to be another way, you can’t… You can’t do this Luke ! I-" you sob.

And you feel so afraid yet you don’t know whether you’re more scared of Luke himself or of the thought of losing him to something this insane. The cogs in your brain turn and turn but you can't bring yourself to drive him out of your life, not when you've seen him at his best and at his worst, when you've been by his side for so long you can't even remember.

In a few steps, Luke is engulfing you in a hug and all resolve you had to push him away crumbles within seconds. He rests his chin on the crown of your head while you cling to his shirt. He holds you tight, as if the mere thought of you walking out of his cabin would become true and you might vanish with the wind.

"Hey hey, it’s okay, we’ll… we’ll figure it out, we still have time." he whispers in your ear and you want to believe him, you really do.

Slightly pulling back, he rests his forehead against yours, hands coming up to cup your face. With a sad smile, Luke's thumbs wipe your tearstained cheeks.

"There, don't cry," he tells you softly, "my pretty, pretty girl. You know I'll never let you go right ? I love you too much to be able to live without you."

His smile is genuine as his hand cautiously takes your own to place it on his chest, right where you can feel his heartbeat. "You’re here, always and forever, no matter what."

Luke's world had crumbled a long time ago, ever since he realized the gods were monsters in disguise. But now that he has you in his life, whatever's left of that sparkle of hope he had when he was fourteen (and when the world seemed so big yet so full of chances) shines brighter. You were the one who rebuilt everything from scratch, who fixed the gaping hole in his heart.

Your free hand comes up to brush his cheek, thumb trailing his scar. You wish you could close your eyes and pretend that the world isn't on the brink of disaster, that your Luke isn't about to change its course.

The love of your life starts again: "I'll be with you at any cost, believe me. And if anyone, so much as the gods or that new forbidden kid attempt to separate us, I'll walk- heck I'll drag myself back to you !"

His promise is sealed with a kiss and you're certain you'd follow him in a heartbeat: "for better or worse ?" you ask in a small voice, lips hovering over his.

He answers you with a smile and shiny eyes: "for better or worse."

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angelrari · 8 months

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gossip girl · pt. ii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! thank you so much for the comments and the love gave to the first part. i am so excited about this!! i hope you like this part a lot!

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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the event was extravagant. the guests were all notable people, from celebrities to businessmen, and the tables were perfectly decorated, filled with the finest wines and delicious food prepared by the best catering in town. it definitely was a party to remember, that would be talked about for years and it would solidify jolie's reputation.

"hi, sweetie". you heard a familiar voice say behind you and quickly you turned around.

"oh, hey mom. you look gorgeous". she smiled at the compliment and grabbed the hem of her dress to show off, which made you smile back to her. "where is it from?".

"chanel. it hasn't been the same since karl passed away, but virginie viard does things right, sometimes". she showed her disappointment with a wry face. "you also look fantastic, sweetie".

"thank you, mom". you took a sip of champagne. "where's dad, by the way?".

"oh, he's talking to the red bull kid. what was his name? martin? marcus?".

"max, mom".

"exactly, him. your father decided to invest in red bull a few years ago, after charles and you broke up, and it seems like the kid made him win a lot of money". she explained. "you know, your father doesn't know how to have fun without involving business in it".

"i guess somethings never change". you said and she nodded in agreement.

"look at them". your mother said and discreetly signaled with her gaze. jolie and arthur were dancing together, looking like they were having the time of their lives. "they remind me of-".

"charles and i". you interrupted. "i do feel that way too, but jolie keeps saying they are just friends".

"your sister is ambitious, maybe a little too much, and she won't settle for a formula 2 driver".

"i know". you sighed. "maybe i have to remind her i started dating charles when he was in formula 2".

"please, do. i'd love to have a leclerc in my family and now that you won't-".

"mom!". you interjected and she laughed in response.

"they are nice kids! and their mother is a wonderful person". she added and you rolled your eyes at her words. "anyway, you should go and talk to charles, he asked me about you earlier".

"let me get drunk first, maybe that way it will be less awkward".

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the autumn wind made your cheeks turn red and your hands cold. you were at the rooftop of the casino, where only a few people were. you were exhausted from avoiding charles and léa. somehow seeing them together made your stomach turn. what if they already felt this way when charles and you were dating? were there signs? did you miss them?

"y/n". you heard someone say and jumped at the sound of their voice. you turned around to face them, with both of your hands on your chest, feeling the heartbeat increase rapidly.

"oh, god". you breathed out, embarrassed by your reaction. "you scared me, max".

"sorry, i didn't mean to". he quickly apologized, smiling back at you.

"don't worry". you said. "how have you been? it's been a long time since i last saw you".

"eveything's good, yeah. i've been working a lot, but that's not exactly new, and things have been working well for me so far". the dutchman explained. "how about you? your father told me you were studying at harvard?"

"yeah, i just finished a master in business administration there and i came back a couple of days ago. i rushed it a bit to be able to attend to jolie's birthday today".

"and how come you're here?".

"to be honest, i kind of wanted to avoid some people". you answered and he laughed.

"right, charles and léa".

"i didn't name anybody!". you quickly replied and he chuckled.

you stared at the sea, feeling max join beside you. a cold wind breeze made you shiver and you moved your hands up and down your arms to warm your body up. max, who had noticed, took off his black blazer.

"here, take this".

"oh, no, you're gonna be cold and-".

"please". he pleaded and you nodded. he placed the black blazer and your shoulders and you smiled sincerely.

"thank you, max".

"it's nothing". he said and looked ahead of him. "i'm trying to get away from your dad and his friends". he confessed.

"i feel you, they just don't know when to stop. my mom has been also chasing me, telling me to go talk to charles and, please don't tell him, but that's the last thing i want to do".

"don't worry, i understand. it mustn't be easy to see your ex and the girl who used to be your best friend together".

"it's not". you agreed. "it's just- many things come back, you know? i do wish them the best and i hope their relationship lasts, but somehow it makes me question so many things. i keep thinking when did all of this start and if they liked each other when charles and i-. fuck, sorry, i'm drunk and i'm talking too much".

"it's okay". he reassured. "i know you probably don't like the advice i'm about to give you, but i think you should talk to them".

"i know, but léa hates me for leaving and i don't wanna mess things up between charles and i more. jolie and arthur are such good friends and i am scared of the consequences. i just- i don't want to start a war".

"you know this way you will never find peace, right?". he asked and you nodded. "you're gonna see them often. that's the downside of monaco. you're gonna attend the same events and you're gonna hang out with the same people". he turned around and his blue eyes starred directly at yours. "there's just no way to avoid this".

"i know, but i'd rather not do this tonight". you confessed. "thank you, max".

"what for?".

"for all of this. you probably have better things to do and here you are listening to my problems".

"well, you're helping me hide from your father, so i think that makes us even". he joked and you couldn't help but chuckle.

"i will keep your secret too".

"please, do". he begged. you starred at the moon, but he starred at you. "what are you thinking?".

"about how to leave this party without my parents noticing".

"well, i've got an idea". he said. "follow me".

max put out his hand to you and you took it. you followed him to the elevator and when you reached the first floor, where the party was taking place, he slyly guided you to a back door you didn't know it existed.

"you know, most times, when we come to the casino, we enter through this door". he explained. "people who don't want to be seen use this".

"right".

max quietly opened the door, praying nobody would be outside, but unluckily your dad and his friends were smoking near the exit. you looked at max, who starred back at you worried, grabbed his hand and started running so your father wouldn't stop you.

"y/n!". your father exclaimed.

"sorry dad! see you!". you said still running to max's car.

max took out his car keys and opened the door of his porsche for you. you sat on the front passenger seat and, a few seconds later, he joined you, sitting on the driver's seat.

"i swear the adrenaline rush i've got it's better than when i race". he said chuckling and afterwards he started the engine of the car.

the city lights let you appreciate the ocean blue in his eyes. max focused on the road ahead, but his smile didn't fade. he was attractive. hands on the wheel and eyes locked on the road, you could sense the confidence on his driving and somehow you felt safe.

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yourstruly-caycay · 9 days

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A "Loving" Husband

Yan! Poseidon x reader

Woo! My first time writing a yandere version of a character, and for the first time in forever I post something ehe.

Warning: yandere behaviour incoming

Synopsis: Poseidon never have any intention to tell Atlas, his son, about the inside of the golden door under the deep sea within the darkness. But, out of impatient and curiosity, Atlas bound to uncover the secret.

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The curious little boy finds himself in front of a huge golden door, a shiny one as it shines by the glimpse of the moon. He checks his surroundings once more to make sure he doesn't hear any doorstep near him as the window shows a scenery of the darkness of the sea. He sighs in relief as he's ready to find the answer that his dad has been avoiding to answer, “If this door is in this deep underground, what could dad possibly hide?”

He tries to push the door, he keeps pushing to the point his face and hand turns red. “I can open it!” He courage himself as it finally opened a little bit, small enough to fit his size.

“Ha! Dad must be proud if he knows that I can open a door this heavy.” He pat his back proudly as he goes through the door. The inside of the room is exactly as he questions it, a room full of old neat treasures and artifacts on the shelves. Out of all the treasure he saw, he spotted something bigger. A beautiful and shiny marble statue of a life-sized woman sitting on a couch with a lot of jewelry on her and white silk dress, but he notices that the clothes at the waist part are ruffled, as if that part has always been touched.

"Hmm, why does the ring seem familiar?" To get a better sight, he climbed to her thigh and sat on her. Observing the ring closer, he remembered the very same pair of rings in his dad's finger.

“But why is it on the statue? I thought mom was supposed to wear this? Perhaps I should try to give it back to her.” Carefully, his eyes focus on taking off the ring from the finger without realizing that his feets slip from the statue's silk dress as he’s hanging by the ring finger.

Unfortunately, the ring finger cracks as his head knocks onto the floor. He rubbed on his injured head, displeased seeing the gold blood on his hand from the injured head. However, the feeling of pain is replaced by panic as he closes his mouth when he sees the ring finger shatter from the statue. In a speed, he grabs the statue's ring finger and sprints all the way to his room.

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By the next morning-

"WHY DO YOU NEED TO BE ANGRY JUST FOR A MISSING PART OF A STATUE?"

The boy jolted up from the sudden loud voice outside his room, he immediately opened the door. His heart beats fast and eyes go wide seeing his father and mother arguing in the hallway with Hades and some staff hidden in the corner or running away because they’re too scared at the sight of Poseidon.

"WHY? I'VE WARNED EVERYONE IN THIS CASTLE NOT TO ENTER THAT ROOM EXCEPT FOR ME, BUT A HIDDEN INSECT SEEMS TO HAVE BROKEN INTO THAT ROOM! I’LL FIND THE FOOL AND SHRED THEIR HANDS."

"BUT THAT DOESN'T EXCUSE YOUR SUDDEN OUTRAGE LIKE A MAD MAN."

“You insolent women-” Before Poseidon’s trident even near Amphitrite, Hades held his wrist and said in a stern voice. “Poseidon, calm down,” His eyes now turn to glare at him, but Hades still has the stoic face and staring back at him, “It’s just a statue, I don't know what's so special about that. But, if you’re still determine to punish the culprit, do it, but don’t throw the blame to the wrong person.”

And so, he put his trident down, his breath steadier and turned back to his usual stoic face, yet eyes still glare at his brother, “Just a statue? That statue is a prize possession of mine, worthy of my time to care for it.”

Hades can only sigh and shake his head in disappointment, meanwhile Amphitrite opens her mouth to say something while holding in the trembling voice with knees getting weak pressing down her fear as she stares back at him. The trident might not pierce her at all, but the sharp wind from the trident is enough to cause a scratch of gold blood to flow from her face.

"You've got to be kidding me, Poseidon, everyone already fucking know that you're protective of that precious little statue of yours. I don’t know what’s so special about it, it might be more special than me, but have you even spared a little heart for your poor wife whom you married by your own choice? Why do you marry me if you never treat me like a wife?"

"Amphitrite," Poseidon said coldly, "Since when gods married for love? Just do your own job as a queen."

Poseidon is finally out of sight as Amphitrite clenches her fist, glaring at her husband's back. "Tch, what did the statue do to make you this crazy?" she mumbles.

"Amphitrite, I do apologize for his manners." Hades pats her shoulder as he sees her in a trembling state, she gazes at him with tears spilling from her eyes.

"There's no need to apologize," she wipes her tears, "It’s his fault… no, it's my fault. How stupid and naive I am to agree to marrying him in the first place. I thought that maybe… if I become a good wife; a good mother, then maybe he can at least show an ounce of love to me like any lover does… what did I do to deserve this?"

"Don't say that, it’s his fault for being immature."

"Immature?" she snapped at him, "No no no, it’s insanity. I saw it in his eyes, the possessiveness and madness when the part of the statue is missing, all for the sake of that? I don’t know how long I will have to bear this. I can slowly go insane too for centuries living in this lifeless marriage, Hades, especially when the son he so much loved is not my own blood-" She gasped and closed her mouth, Hades got caught off guard hearing it.

"What?" He holds her shoulder, “What do you mean? Didn’t Poseidon announce to the whole Greek pantheons about you bearing his child?” Amphitrite isn’t able to hold eye contact anymore seeing the confused but angry Hades.

"Mom..."Her heart drops dead as she turns in horror to see him trembling, the familiar uncomfortable expression when he has to witness the familiar scene many times.

"Atlas!" She runs to hug him, "Did you just see the fight? Oh, I'm so sorry to have you see that."

"Mom... what do you mean?"

"W- what is it?"

"So, you're not really my mom?" His eyes are getting glossier each time passed along with his red nose. "Then, where's my real mom? Did she abandon me?" The tears fall as his crying sound is getting louder making her feeling more guilty, she hugs him tightly and pat his blonde hair.

“No no, of course not my dear… she’s umm… she-”

“I believe me and him deserve an explanation from you, Amphitrite.” He glared at Amphitrite like a predator caged its prey, unable to let her run away from the problem. After a long uncomfortable silence, she takes a breath first and stands up to glance at him.

“You both deserve an explanation… but, promise me,” she continued, “Don’t tell Poseidon, at least not now, okay?” He nods as she leads them to Atlas’ bedroom and locks the door. She sits on his bed as she massages her head, trying to find the best words to explain while the two of them wait for her.

“I already knew Atlas when he’s only a toddler, I still remember the sight of Poseidon holding him…”

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~The night before the wedding~

To her younger self when she was still a naive princess, who was once frightened by Poseidon’s first sight. The way he always ignores her or glares at her when she makes a mistake. Hundreds of insults and mockery threw at her, driving her to avoid him even more throughout years staying in Poseidon castle as his fiance because her father thought that it’s a “good thing” for her to get familiar with him before the marriage.

When she’s ready to go to sleep, relaxing her tense muscles before tomorrow's marriage, the sudden strange calming sound arouses her suspicion. She opens the doors and follows the sound. All the way to the bottom of the sea floors. She found the source of the sound from one of the rooms and opened the door a little bit. Her eyes went wide at such a beautiful sight of the cold tyrant of the sea showing a small smile toward the unknown baby, holding the sleeping baby with such a gentle touch while humming a calm deep lullaby with the moon illuminating him heavenly like an angel.

“Impossible, how can he be so cruel, yet gentle at the same time?” She mutter

“Women, what are you doing?” She jumped at his sharp tone, once warm turned icy in a split second. She slowly opened the door, welcomed by his unamused face. She clears her throat to not feel pressured by the awkwardness, “My apologies, Poseidon, I just happened to hear your heavenly lullaby from my bedroom, I can’t help but listen to it too.”

She glanced at the sleeping baby, a smile growing wide fighting the urge not to touch the cheek, “So, who’s this baby? He’s just as beautiful as you.”

“My son.”

Silence came again, as her mouth slightly opened and eyes wide in disbelief. Unsure what to even say, “S- so, you’ve married before, then?” she frowned when he kept silent, “Where’s your previous wife?”

“Passed away.” He said in the usual cold tones, but she knew underneath that there’s a slight crack and irritation as his gaze now turned to the moonlight. Of course she passed away, or else Poseidon wouldn’t even remarry. However, deep in her heart she knew there’s a small crack discovered he’s used to love a certain woman, and now the baby is the only thing left of that woman.

“Sorry to hear that,” she continued, “What’s the name of the baby?”

“Atlas.”

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~the night after the marriage event~

It was a cold kiss, but she received it welcomely despite his expressionless face throughout the whole wedding, but it’s okay. “It’s really okay, he’s probably not used to me yet. One day he will!” She patted herself. Emerald eyes sparkled at the whole sea regions and the Greek pantheon of deities and nymphs congratulated them, isn’t this what she’s been dreaming of? Marrying a handsome prince and living happily ever after?

During night time where everyone has a great time of feast, smiling and chattering. While Poseidon were discussing with his brothers and several gods, Amphitrite was accompanied by Aphrodite and Persephone having tea together as the both of them enjoyed their little chats while she quietly listened.

“Dear Amphitrite sweetheart, may I ask why you would want to marry Poseidon? It’s clear as day that he’s hard to be swayed by love.” Amphitrie got caught off guard with Aphrodite's question, she rested her chin on her hand thinking the perfect way to explain it.

“Well, I’m aware that a god like Poseidon is difficult to read and likes to close himself off from everyone. I’m aware too that this is a marriage for political reasons, but time itself is impossible to read too, who knows it’ll take time for him to open up to me, and maybe I can fix him.”

Aphrodite giggled while pinching her cheek playfully, “Amphitrite, I hope you can keep your words, I’ll give you the best gift if you can win his heart.”

“Haha, to be honest, I’m used to being scared of him too, but when I saw him holding his son gently in his arm it’s like seeing part of the real him open up. How can I not want to win his heart and show his other good side to me too ?”

“Son?” Persephone gasped and stood in surprise causing everyone to look at them, “What do you mean he has a son?”

Suddenly, everyone is freezed, tons of eyes now peered at Amphitrtie who was surprised too at everyone’s new discovery. “I- I thought everyone know that he has a child-”

Suddenly Poseidon touched her shoulder and leaned her closer to him as he announced to everyone, “Yes, I do have a son… with her.”

Everyone including his brothers and her families are elated by the news, congratulating the couple as they continued the feast. However, Amphitrite snapped at Poseidon who’s still avoiding her eye contact, questioning his suspicious act… head feels dizzy as she frowned at the announcement. Suddenly, Zeus wrapped his arm around Poseidon and Amphitrite in joyous, “Congratulations on having a child! So it turns out you guys already did a dirty thing before the marriage, huh?”

“Shut up.”

“Congratulations, I anticipate meeting my nephew by tomorrow.” Hades shook his hand while laughing, yet despite the wonderful news, Amphitrite got left confused all alone watching the crowd in line congratulate them, leaving her deep in thought of her mind.

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“Poseidon, what’s with all of this? I thought everyone knew about your son.” Amphitrite sat on bed facing Poseidon who’s changing his clothes to something more comfortable, once again avoiding eye contact with her. She clenches her fist when he has the nerve to ignore her question, “Not only that, but you LIED to them about him being my son in blood? What about your previous wife? How would she feel about this?”

“Don’t remind me about Y/n, Amphitrite.”

“Y/n? So that’s her name, huh? Don’t tell me that no one also knew about this Y/n.”

Another silent response made her more convinced, knowing this, she slowly moved away from him, his unreadable expression made her stomach twist. “Poseidon, why would you lie?”

What are you trying to hide?

“All you need to know is that I did all of this to keep her and Atlas safe from the gods’ eyes. If they ever discover the truth about them, I’ll gouge their eyes and shred their bodies to pieces where their mouth wouldn’t spread all over to other realm,” Amphitrite shiver at his calm tone, she felt her heart skipped a beat at his eyes finally made an eye contact, the eyes that threaten her as if a trident ready to strike her if she made a single mistake, “This include you too Amphitrite, just do your job as a queen and a mother, and I’ll turn a blind eye on you. Remember that this is a marriage that’ll benefit your family.”

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“That’s all I know,” Amphitrite steady her breath as she lies her head down, feeling uncomfortable with the silence, “It’s true, ever since that, I wouldn’t dare to ask him about her. I- I don’t- I don’t know why my foolish self is still trying to love him despite his undying love for his previous wife.”

Tears spilled from her eyes, words unable to be formed as she cover her cry from them. “Why did I even keep pursuing?” She thought, but a sudden heaviness on her caught her off guard, uncovering her face to see Atlas hugging her.

“It’s ok, mom.” Amphitrite hug him back with more tears spilled, her heart melt knowing Atlas is still calling her mom despite the truth. However, Hades is still standing across from her as he Massages his forehead, still surprised yet angry, but at his foolish brother.

“Atlas, can you please change your clothes and go have breakfast? Your mother and I still have to discuss about… this…further through.” Atlas nods as he changes his clothes and unlocks the door to go to the dining hall, leaving Amphitrite and Hades alone in his room.

Hades approach Amphitrite to sit beside her as his hand tap on her shoulder, “I’m sorry to hear that… I never thought he would do that.”

“It’s not your fault.”

“It is. As his brother, I shouldn’t have been too lenient on him, he’s just using you for his own benefit.”Amphitrite shake her head, “It’s partly my fault too for not refused it and being naive, I was too scared by my own father,” clearing her throat as she jump to different topic, “But, about her…”

“Y/n…” Hades humm, “So she’s Atlas' biological mother, why does Poseidon hide her from everyone? Out of shame?”

“Shame?”

“Poseidon is a pride god, if he loves her that much, what makes him want to hide her in the dark? Have you ever suspected her identity and background?”

Amphitrite put her hand on the chin as she recalled her moment when she was in the library, however it put a frown on her face, “I have try to search about her in the library, yet no books have had a record about her, so for now I’m assuming that she’s not a goddess from this pantheon nor a nymph.”

“Not even a nymph? How did you come up with that assumption?”

“From Atlas of course, if Y/n is a nymph from certain creatures, he will have the appearance or characteristic of that creature, however none of it are in him.”

“Fair enough.”

“How about you? Does the name Y/n sound familiar?”

“That’s… the problem, it’s new and unfamiliar within this patheon nor any other places, never for eons have I ever heard that name,” Hades massages his head and sighs as the mystery causes a headache to him., sick of his brother’s antics, he stand up, “I will ask him right now, he’s the only one who knows the truth.”

Hearing this, Amphitrite immediately stand and holds his shoulder as she shakes her head, “Don’t! If you ask him he will immediately know I told you and will slaughter me,” she continued after steadied her breath, “Please, I’m not stopping you to research about her, but don’t directly ask him.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll talk to him about this too. He has been hiding this far too long, I’m disappointed at his oddly obsessive behavior-”

“Hades, your shoes.” Hearing her gasp, he looked down and froze, seeing the crimson blood seeping from under the bed all the way staining his shoes. He kneels, and looks under it to discover the missing part of the statue — the ring finger — feeling the hard rock texture, yet when he touches the bleeding part, he shivers from the soft rotten meat and bone texture.

“There’s a dead body of a mortal hidden inside a statue, how is it under his bed?” He frown, “Moreover, the ring on that finger-“

“It can’t be, that’s the same pair of rings that Poseidon has.”

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strniohoeee · 4 months

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Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: After getting Matt to teach her how to drive, Y/N takes some unexpected turns that leave Matt scared🤭

Warnings⚠️: None really, small snippet of reckless driving kinda??🤞🏽. This one’s also a short blurb idea!

Song for the imagine: Highway Tune- Greta Van Fleet

We’re stopping on the highway girl

Because I want to burn my gas

There one girl I know

That I’m never gonna pass

“Teach you how to drive?” Matt questioned looking up from his phone

“Well yes…who else am I going to ask?” I said throwing my hands up

“Uhh your mom, your dad, uhhh literally anyone else but me” he said laughing

“My parents are scared of my driving” I said

“And you want me to get in the car with you after saying that?” He said raising an eyebrows

“Come on Matt please! That was when I was 18, and I’m 20 now I think I know how to drive better” I said begging him

“Uhhh okay fine, but please don’t kill us” he said standing up

“YESS” I shouted jumping around

Matt had driven us to a secluded parking lot because he was really scared I’d hit a car, a tree or a person. I found him to be dramatic, but whatever.

“Okay soo the left is to stop and the right is to go” he said looking down at the pedals

“Matt I’m not an idiot I’ve driven before” I said looking over at him

“When’s the last time you drove?” He said holding his ear out to hear me

“Two years ago” I said rolling my eyes

“Exactly! Now hush and let me say what I need to say” he said smiling at me

“You’re such a dork” I replied pushing him away

“This is your gear shift, those are the signals and uhh yeah that’s about it” he said

“Perfect” I said putting the car in drive

“Okay so I want you to go to that pole right there nice and slow” he said pointing at the red pole

I nodded my head and began to roll off slowly

“Okay now some gas would be nice, so we could get there” he said

“So sassy Matthew” I said scoffing

I hit the gas a bit too hard and we went flying

“OKAY STOP” he yelled out

I slammed the brakes, and we both jolted forward a bit

“Jesus woman….you're going to give us whiplash” he said looking over at me

“I’m sorry” I said laughing

Matt had me drive into parking spots, reverse and even do a U-turn to practice. I started to get the hang of it and was getting confident….too confident.

I began to drive a bit too fast not seeing a pothole.

“WATCH OUT” Matt yelled pulling the steering wheel a bit

“WHAT” I screamed letting go of the wheel

“PUT YOUR HANDS ON THE WHEEL” he yelled back, and I grabbed the wheel

I stopped and put the car in park

“Matt what the fuck” I said looking over at him

“That was a huge pothole my tire would’ve been fucked” he said laughing

“Well I would’ve got you a new one” I said in a matter of fact way

“Uhh no tires are expensive, and you are supposed to actively avoid potholes; so you’re not constantly fucking up your tires” he said rubbing his head

“Ahh I see” I said nodding my head

“Jesus save us all please” he said putting his hands up in prayer

“Ohh stop being a big baby” I said

I put the car in drive and began to drive again on my own, and Matt wasn’t really paying attention. I figured I was doing a good job.

I wanted to have a bit of fun, and it was 2AM, so the roads were pretty empty. A smirk grew on my face and I decided to leave the parking lot.

“Where are you going?” He said looking around

“I’m taking us back home” I said

“Do you know the way?” He asked

“Yes I do, don’t worry sit back relax I got this” I said patting his arm

He let out a sigh and reluctantly nodded his head. However I decided I didn’t want to go home, but rather someplace better….on the freeway

“This isn’t the way back to the house Y/N” he said looking around

“I know a shortcut” I said lying to him

He was looking down at his phone, and I got onto the freeway and merged over.

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING” he screamed looking at me

“Taking the shortcut duh” I said looking over at him

“You can barely drive in a parking lot…get off of the freeway” he said

“No I got it” I replied

“Pull over and let me take over” he said back

“NOO I GOT IT” I said loudly

“We have to get off the freeway” he said getting nervous

“Okay fine” I said and looked down

Instead of pulling over, or getting off at the exit I decided to hit the gas harder. It was 65 MPH, and I decided to go 85

“Y/N STOP THE FUCKING CAR WERE FLYING AND YOU COULD LOSE CONTROL” he said bracing himself

“ISNT THIS FUNNNN” I yelled as I was flying down the road

“WE ARE GOING TO GET PULLED OVER STOP IT NOW” he yelled

I rolled my eyes and began to slow down and pulled over on the shoulder so we could switch. Once we switched Matt was a bit more upset now.

“Jesus Y/N what the hell were you thinking?” He said taking the exit to head back home

“I just wanted to have some fun” I said shrugging my shoulders

“Fun? You barely know how to drive in a parking lot” he said scoffing

“Well my teacher wasn’t paying attention…he was on his phone” I said poking him

“Well yeah I didn’t expect you to go flying down the freeway” he said smacking my hand away

“Oh come on Matt…live a little” I said rolling my eyes

“Live a little? You damn near killed us” he said

“But I didn’t” I said pointing at him

Matt gave me a hard glance before a smile appeared on his face, and he started to laugh.

“God never do that again” he said laughing

“I promise I won’t” I said laughing

We laughed the whole way home, and I was pretty sure Matt would never let me drive his car again.

“Thanks for the lesson” I said as I shut the passenger door

“Anytime” he said locking the door

“Mmm same time next week?” I asked him

“Oh fuck no…never again actually” he said looking over at me

“Uhh whatever loser” I said back

We laughed about it the whole night….Matt was the best, and I was so glad he was there to take the joy ride with me!

The End

Hope you guys liked this short little blurb. I wasn’t so sure what to write or how to make it interesting, but I hope you liked it😋. Love yallll🥹🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

@ssturniolofilmss

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suzukiblu · 1 month

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Ko-fi thank-you sentences for Ghost Squid behind the cut; Billy adopts Conner and it actually goes pretty good!

Lynn stares down at Tawky blankly for a moment, which is an expression Billy is getting used to seeing on him, and then looks back up at Billy. He frowns a little. Billy smiles back encouragingly, trying not to do it too wide or anything. He’s still trying not to be overbearing here.

Lynn still doesn’t seem very talkative, and Billy’s still not sure if it’s that he’s shy, or just needs to warm up to them a little, or maybe just doesn’t like to talk much. It’s fine either way, obviously, just all those things mean different approaches, so . . .

Well, he’ll figure it out, Billy figures. He’s got time, as long as he’s patient and doesn’t rush and make Lynn feel uncomfortable or pressured. He just needs to respect Lynn’s feelings about all this and do what works for him. That’s the best way to handle it.

When his own dad was still–his dad always met him where he was at. Always came to him, and left space for him to go to him himself. Whenever Billy was sad or upset or scared, he always knew . . . he always knew his dad was a safe place to go. Always. Just–both his parents were, because he was really lucky that way, but . . .

But especially his dad, yeah.

So that’s the kind of dad he wants to be too.

He hopes he can.

“I think we can probably head out now,” he says once he’s sure Lynn isn’t going to say anything himself, still smiling encouragingly at him. Lynn’s frown deepens a little, but he doesn’t seem upset; just confused. Well–he grew up in a pod, so why wouldn’t he be? “To go get the food, I mean. I figure we should walk. I mean, we could fly, but that’s not very good for the secret identities and I don’t want Batman to have to make us new ones if it’s avoidable, you know?”

“I can’t fly,” Lynn says stiffly.

“I remember,” Billy promises. He’d be a pretty bad dad if he couldn’t even remember that. “I meant I’d carry you, sorry. We should probably save that kind of thing for patrols and stuff, though.”

“. . . patrols?” Lynn asks, and Billy turns red as he realizes–

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t even ask if you wanted to do patrols with me or not,” he says with a wince. “You don’t have to or anything, I just figured since your friends all do them with their mentors we could too, so we could work on your powers together and I could teach you how to–”

“Okay,” Lynn interrupts abruptly, tightening his grip on Tawky a little. His expression is . . . weird, sort of. Billy isn’t sure if that means that “okay” isn’t a real “okay”, or . . . what, exactly.

Well, they can confirm later, he thinks. Like, just to be sure and all.

“Cool!” he says, beaming at him. “That’ll be a good way to spend time together too."

“You’re really going to help me with my powers?” Lynn asks.

“Yeah,” Billy says. “I mean–mine don’t work for the same reason as yours do, obviously, but the results are still pretty similar, so I think I should be able to help you with yours.”

Well . . . he guesses actually there is an option for if he has trouble helping Lynn with Kryptonian powers. Like–that’s a thing he could do.

Actually, that’s a thing he should definitely do, in retrospect. Just in case of emergencies, if nothing else.

“I can give you some of mine, too,” he offers a little shyly. “Like, in case you ever need to fly or use super-speed or anything like that.”

“. . . what?” Lynn blinks at him, looking weird again.

“My powers,” Billy clarifies, pointing at himself. “I can share them if I want. I, uh, kinda didn’t tell the League about it because it’s sort of . . . personal, I guess? But it’s kinda a whole thing. I just, um, haven’t really had anyone to share them with, so . . . it’s just me and Tawky, you know?”

Lynn stares blankly at him. He’s holding Tawky really tight now, but he hasn’t ripped him or anything so Billy figures it’s just a little-kid thing; just Lynn not knowing his strength yet and all. But Tawky can take a lot more pressure than a normal stuffed animal and can just tell him to stop if he’s doing anything too hard anyway, so Billy figures it’s okay for now.

“So I could . . . fly,” Lynn says very, very slowly.

“If you want!” Billy says, giving him an encouraging smile again. He’d feel better if Lynn at least had the option to use his powers too, he thinks. “I can teach you how."

“That’s . . . uh,” Lynn blinks again, a little quicker, and then glances away and swallows uncomfortably. Billy hopes he’s not being too much or anything. “That’s–fine. If you . . . want to.”

“I think it’d be safer if you could, anyway,” Billy replies reasonably. “Even if you decide you like using Kryptonian powers better than magic ones, it could be like a just in case thing? So I can at least teach you how my powers work, and you can decide if you want to use them or not. The lightning’s pretty helpful, definitely.”

“. . . you have lightning?” Lynn looks bemused.

“Kind of?” Billy shrugs sheepishly. “It’s, um, not really something I can control like heat vision or ice breath or anything like that, but it’s a thing, yeah.”

“. . . huh.” Lynn blinks again, then looks back down at Tawky, who he’s still holding. Billy waits to see if he’s gonna say anything else, but he doesn’t seem to be planning to, so . . .

“You can think about it for as long as you wanna,” he promises. “And if you don’t want them yet for whatever reason, you can always ask for them later. Okay?”

“. . . okay,” Lynn says slowly, still staring down at Tawky.

#ghost squid #wip: billy adopts conner and it actually goes pretty good!

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rainthespiritual · 27 days

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pt 1 , pt 2

Pre-death Tate Langdon fic PART TWO

btw some trigger warnings for the series as a whole are deffinetly: drug abuse, depression, suicide, and topics similar to that even if they don't show up in this specific part THEY WILL EVENTUALLY so I just want yall to be warned ty

TRIGGER WARNING : Tate langdon is a tw tbh and American horror story in general, smoking, talk of abusive dad and family slightly(it'll be talked abt more in other parts), angst, this part is more tame that the other parts will be, and alot of talk on bullying and angsty teen bullshit yk the drill

summery: Tate invited you to his house and talked to you about wanting to be friends again!

sorry if this is bad I didn't get to edit it cuz im using my phone PLZ ENJOY LETS GET INTO IT YUH

"Meet me here again tommorow, same time."

His words have been repeating in your head since yesterday. I mean yeah almost being caught by a teacher scared you shitless... and you didn't want it to happen again but it seemed almost worth it. the way he makes you feel is worth it. I mean this is the most validated you've felt in months.

You are pulled back to reality, to the smell of musty books and to the sound of the library, "___ you aren't listening again." sighing at your so called friend. you almost snap at her but she continues before you can knowing she now has your attention again. the sound of a distant clock ticking puts you more at ease as you try not to get too deppressed. The library is usually a nice safe space for you but sometimes you are followed, but you just have to deal with it. she goes on for a while before saying something that actually causes you to look up at her,

"Do you see that guy staring at me." she waves her head and your eyes meet Tates. he's sitting down at a distant table with a book in his hands but it's clear he isn't reading it. He smiles when you notice him and its also clear he isn't looking at your friend. He's staring at you.

"Yeah I do Heather.." you break eye contact with him hoping the hotness you feel in your cheeks isn't them turning red. Tate also stops looking in your direction and his attention goes to the book.

"I mean he's cute but he's all quiet and weird, ya know? ..kinda like you." she smiles as you sigh. you aren't quiet she just won't let you get a word in. You look back to the table where Tate was at but he is gone, you look around wondering if he was still in the library but there is no sign of him. not even the book he was reading, he must have taken it. it is common for kids at your school to take books to the tables and leave them if they weren't interested or more likely if they were just trying to seem busy. Tho it being frowned upon it happens quite alot.

"I've gotta go." You gather your things and start to stand.

"..where do you have to go?" Heather your friend scoffs slightly thinking you have nothing better to do.

"I've gotta go to the bathroom actually so.. And class is starting soon, see ya." with that you leave almost as fast as you did yesterday, mostly to avoid more questioning and bitching.

It almost being time to meet Tate you make your way to the bathroom you both were at yesterday. its pretty early but it's nice to have some thinking time. you stare at the door listening making sure no one is coming your way. you'd get questioned deffinetly, especially class starting so soon.. you fidget waiting for the bell to ring but it feels like time is going by way slower than it is. After thinking for a while and the bell not ringing still you decide to go in early, I mean maybe no one's in there? like Tate said almost no one ever comes this way. or maybe Tates there early too? maybe that's why he left the library so soon..

"Tate..?" you walk in slowly praying no one other than Tate is in this bathroom. You cautiously have your eyes closed just incase.

"___?.. You're early, hey." you open your eyes to find a nervous looking Tate.

"Hey yeah I am... is- is that okay, or?" you take a deep breath, the bathroom smells like harsh chemicals and it slightly irritates your nose. "Yeah no its fine, just surprised me is all." what he says makes you feel better and you look up to see him smiling at you, his eyes are red and watery and hes repeatedly wiping his nose.

"is there anything wrong?" you ask genuinely concerned. You seem to notice a wave of sadness on his face, or maybe it was just the smell of this bathroom you felt it irritating your eyes so maybe the same was happening to him? or maybe he was sad, he did tend to look sad. remembering all the small times you looked at him in the halls or at him if he was in the same room as you, he was sad. or atleast not smiling.

"Nothing at all, now that you're here." he walks closer to you, looking down at you.

"me? what do you mean?" you knew exactly what he meant, it just felt so surreal that this tall blonde good smelling guy that just so happened to go to school with you they you also used to be friends with could say this. I mean who would have known. all the boys you were used to interacting with never payed that kind of attention to you.

"I just mean I'm glad you're here. what else would I mean?" you smile again enjoying him saying these things. the validation you felt made you feel great, and he knew exactly what to do to make you feel special. not to say he was lying or anything, he wasn't. His confidence radiated off of him and he knew just what to say.

"well you could mean alot of things." he smirks at your response before pausing.

"Here, sit with me again." He climbs up on the sinks, making sure they aren't wet with his sleeve first. you notice a brownish red stain on his sleeve and decide whether ot not to bring it up. you choose to ignore it climbing up next to him. you take a deep breath noticing how your nose is now used to the harsh chemical smell that is all around the both of you.

"I'm surprised you came," he states looking into your eyes, a weird wave of guilt builds up in your stomach remembering how well you two got along. you truly regret not talking to him and hope you can make up for all the time you two have lost together.

" you know... I think about you all the time." he pushes a section of your hair behind your ear, admiring your face again.

you smile wider at him focusing on his pretty brown eyes. They are so dark and mysterious its not even funny. you also take notice of how dark his undereyes are, he must be tired.

"Is that why you were looking at me earlier? " you nervously smirk watching as he gets up off the counter to stand infront of you.

"we should go to my house." he places his arms on the counter making it so he is looking down on you slightly.

"your house?" you gulp.

"yep, my house," he nods, "we'd have fun I swear. I mean no one's even home." this catches you off guard. I mean a boy inviting you to his house was the last thing you expected to happen. Especially at school, a boy is not only inviting you to his house hes inviting you to ditch school with him at his house.. while no one's home.

"Sure, fuck it!" He leaves first making sure no one is around, you sneak out thanking God no one is around. and somehow you guys make it out without being caught. He leads you and you start to get nervous.

"is- is your house close or?" you gulp feeling a tad bit guilty. You've never missed school on purpose before.

"Actually I was thinking of going somewhere first.." he smirks and puts his hand around your shoulders.

"oh.. where?" the ideas of where he could bring you excited you slightly. The air was clear and the sun was hiding behind some clouds. its a gloomy day yet you were glad you were getting to spend it with Tate, something about him hypnotized you and made you feel ways you never felt before.

"The beach, trust me it's cool. especially on days like this.." he smirks more putting your hand in his, his warm soft touch made you blush. You never felt this way about anyone, he made you feel special.

You both walk in silence just enjoying eachothers company until you make it to the beach. You both sat in the sand admiring the ocean and the gloomy sky.

"do you play hookey alot?" you ask smiling already knowing he often does, you just didn't know what else to say.

"just when I get bored, or sad I guess.. I like to come here, y'know when everything gets too much? I come here.." he sighs looking off into the sea, his eyes are shining with the water and you can't help but to admire his beauty.

"No, I totally get that. I get sad alot too, thats why I go to the library. Usually no one follows me." he frowns looking away in the distance making you unable to look in his eyes anymore.

"y'know.. I don't get why you hang out with those assholes, it's clear they give zero shits about you. all they care about is themselves, even I can tell you that." you frown along with him, you want to tell him off but you can't bring yourself to because in the end... he's right. they don't and never cared about you. they never listen to you about your problems or your feelings. It's always about them them them.

"I know.. that's exactly how it is.. but I have no one else, I'm too scared to be alone." you open up a bit to him about how you feel hoping he will actually listen.

"you wouldn't be alone ___, I'd hang out with you. I mean trust me I'm cooler than all those bitches combined!" he laughs knowing he made you smile.

"then I guess I won't be hanging around them anymore. I got you now." you both smile walking the rest of the way to his house, talking about your past and goofing off.

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bartxnhood · 1 year

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daring | e.m

eli (hawk) moskowitz x reader

based on this request

warnings: fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

requests open

not proofread

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you had always been the shy kind, never go out of your way to put the spotlight on you. you always preferred being in the shadows, even in karate. you wouldn’t participate in most tournaments because of just how shy you were. but that didn’t stop you from getting a crush on a certain someone.

eli. aka, hawk.

known for his antics in cobra kai, in fact, you hated him for a good portion of his reputation, especially what happened to the larussos. your abrupt feelings started when he turned over his leaf and his infamous mohawk was gone. he was a totally different person. someone you could actually like.

you had never been late to practice, always on time or even earlier so you could get some more work in.

the one day you were late to you saw some new faces in the dojo. and one in particular. eli. sam saw your confusion and pulled to to the side, “cobra kai is joining us.” your eyes widened, “what? as in..training here now?” she nodded, “yup. dad and johnny are working together. so here we are.”

you hesitated, dropping your bag. “great. only adding fuel to the fire.” you eyes stared daggers in the back of eli’s head.

why was this suddenly happening to you?

after that day, being around eli all day, and trying your best to avoid him. so, you stayed with sam that night.

“god, sam! how could this happen?” you huffed, falling into her bed face first into a pillow, sam laughed, “it’s not the end of the world, y/n. it’ll be fine!” you lifted your head and looked at her. “fine? i’ll be fine?” you retorted.

“yes! i mean just tell him how you feel! maybe he thinks you’re cute and then bam you will ride off into the sunset together” she threw a grape into her mouth, wiggling her eyebrows. “or, he laughs in my face, rejects me and goes to tell all of his friends how much of a loser i am” you sat up, pushing your hair out of the way. “just try it, y/n. you never know, the universe might be on your side.”

you kept thinking about your conversation with sam, what if she’s right? maybe you can just tell him you like him and it’ll be all over with. but on the other hand he could embarrass you in front of everyone and laugh at you. which was the scenario you kept playing in your mind.

getting the courage to just walk up to someone and put yourself in that position is something that terrifies you. which is why you’re so reserved.

one day in particular you’re earlier than usual, hoping to work on some things to help you improve. you had only been there a few minutes, earbuds in listening to your playlist while going over your workouts. without even realizing someone else was there, you felt the softest touch on your shoulder which brought you out of your head. ripping away your earbuds you spun around meeting with eli.

he started “i didn’t mean to scare you, but i tried calling for you but you weren’t answering” you hummed, feeling your ears go red. “sorry, i tend to get in the zone when i have my earbuds in”

“don’t worry. i just wanted to ask how come you haven’t participated in any tournaments? you’re insanely talented” you shrugged, looking away. “i get pretty nervous when i’m put on the spot. so, i just don’t. daniel is okay with it so i just kinda stay in the shadows”

eli frowned, “there’s still some time before everyone else gets here, how about we go over some moves?” you blinked, messing with the earbud strings. “sure.”

“so, you spent over an hour talking with him while training and you still didn’t say anything?” sam groaned, staring at you from her bed. “i know! i know. i was being stupid” you ran your fingers through your hair letting out a frustrated sigh. “i don’t think i could ever ask him that. i could barely look at him” you admitted. sam, stood up, resting her hands on your shoulders. “you are a wonderful person, y/n. you’re beautiful, funny, and incredibly talented. eli would be a fool if he rejected you, and i’d make sure of that.”

the following week you were back at the dojo, as it got closer to tournaments daniel and johnny had everyone do extra work. you and sam stood at the pond, talking as everyone else arrived. “he’s so looking at you” she said, catching you off guard. “what?” “eli!” she exclaimed in a whisper. you looked over your shoulder spotting him, but watched as he quickly adverted his eyes.

sam grinned as you turned back, “i think someone has a crush” she wiggled her eyebrows but you quickly shut that thought down. “sam.” she rolled her eyes, “just go talk to him. i’ll be right here and if anything goes south i’ll baxk you up” you sighed, “promise?” sam nodded.

you began walking across the yard to eli who was now on his phone. “eli?” you hummed and he looked up, fumbling to put his phone away in his pocket. “yeah?” “i hope you don’t find this weird or smithing but do you wanna go out one day maybe and get food or something? if not it’s totally okay because i wouldn’t want to go out with someone as shy-“ he laughed, cutting you off. “of course, i’d love to go out sometime. i really want to get to know you.” your face was burning now, “oh, okay awesome!” you totally blanked on what to say after. “should we exchange numbers?”

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every-dayiwakeup · 2 years

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Max hates makeup. Okay, hate is a strong word, but she's young and her stepfather (she'll be damned if she ever calls him Dad) has it in his head that every girl loves that gooey shit.

She puts on a fake smile as she opens up her Christmas present; another makeup kit. Her mother won't let her throw the growing mound of kits in her closet away for some reason. Marrying Neil changed her. Max can't quite put a finger on it, but Susan is different.

Speaking of acting different...

She feels the burn of her step-brother's intense glare searing holes into the back of her head, and whips her head around to glare right back.

It's then when she realizes that while she's still halfway through unwrapping gifts, there isn't a single one with Billy's name on it.

He huffs, pushing back his chair. "This has all been fun. Can I go now?"

Neil moves like lightning, grabbing Billy by the wrist and squeezing until he sits back down. "You will sit until your sister is done opening her gifts."

Susan looks away, eying Max as though she should do the same.

Billy mutters something under his breath.

Neil narrows his eyes in suspicion. "What was that?"

"She's not my sister." The way Billy says it holds none of the heat Max is used to. He sounds... resigned. Almost afraid.

One thing she could always count on was Billy not being scared of anything. To hear a slight tremble in his voice only makes Max grip her new skateboard tighter.

Neil slaps Billy in the face, and he just sits there, stock still.

Max suddenly wants to grip the asshole's neck until he chokes.

"Neil..." Susan starts.

Good. Mom'll speak up, right?

"It's Christmas."

Neil slaps Billy again, harder.

Billy's eyes never leave the meaty finger in his face, his bulky form shrinking before Max's eyes. He's never looked so small. So helpless.

"Did you hear your mother? You're ruining Christmas morning. Can't go one day without a screw up, isn't that right, Billy?"

Max's breath catches in her throat, her stomach lurching. Neil's words are eerily similar to what she's yelled at Billy before.

I'm gonna be sick.

Billy stares blankly at him.

Neil slams his fists on the table, spilling the orange juice all over the breakfast Billy woke up at the crack of dawn to fix.

Come to think of it, Max wasn't sure he got a wink of sleep. Yesterday he had been sent to take Max so they could pick out a tree. Susan and Neil went along for once, but they let Billy carry the tree to the car. When Max offered to help, Neil shot her down, saying it was "a boy's job".

Billy never got to voice his opinion on the tree.

"ISN'T THAT RIGHT!" Neil bellows in his face.

Susan jumps, otherwise making no movements to diffuse the situation. She refuses to look at Billy, who's sad, dead blue eyes seem to be screaming "look at me! help me!"

"Yes, sir," he replies solemnly.

Neil nods, satisfied, and starts humming "American Pie" as he turns his back on his son.

Max's dad never hit her. Did Neil hit Susan, too?

"Aren't you going to unwrap the rest of your presents, Maxine?"

Max grits her teeth into another phony smile and nods, practically vibrating with rage. She rips the holiday themed paper off each item, pretending she's ripping off Neil's flesh instead.

The sooner she finishes, the sooner Billy can go to his room, and she'll be able to breathe normally again.

******

She doesn't talk to him at all throughout the rest of the day. For once, she actually wants to talk to him. But what should she say? What does anyone say?

He avoids her like the plague, and she can't blame him.

Max can't even look at Susan when she passes her on the way to her bedroom after brushing her teeth.

Why didn't you do anything?

How long has it been going on?

How could I have missed this?

She prided herself on noticing everything. They live in the same house for fuck's sake!

She pops her head in his room, and she sees something odd; Billy's puckering his lips, putting on... cherry red lipstick. Eyelash curlers are on his vanity, too, right by his hairbrush.

He wheels around and he drops it as though burned. "Dont you fucking say anything, Maxine, I swear to God-"

"I won't, I promise," she says quietly, closing the door a little. "Do you... like makeup?"

He turns white with fear. "Fuck off, Shitbird." He points a warning finger in her direction, but she isn't scared.

Now she knows two secrets about her brother. He's not so bad. Nothing like his father.

"Good night, Billy." She doesn't have the heart to curse back at him. She does, however, skip the rest of the way to her room, grinning as an idea comes to mind.

*****

Billy knocks on her door, and she looks up from her comic book. Her smile falters when she sees the ruffled collar and purple bruise on his cheek.

"They left for dinner a few minutes ago. If you want to slip out, just... make sure to come back before midnight," he says hoarsely.

"I'm not gonna go anywhere, doofus."

Does he hit you when I sneak off?

"Whatever."

Max waits until he closes the door so she can put her plan into motion. She opens her closet, and the make up kits come tumbling out.

"You okay?"

"I'm good!" she hollers back.

Shes not sure what Billy's favorite colors are, or anything really. Hopefully this will change that.

She wraps a kit including eyelash curlers in red wrapping paper as well as black, pink and blue nail polish to match the eyeshadow. Taking the four presents in her arms, she goes to Billys door, and taps twice.

"You want something to eat?" he asks gruffly.

"Yes- I mean- no." This isn't the Billy she knows. A stranger is in her house, and it's painfully awkward.

"Make up your mind, then."

"These are for you." She holds out the packages, and he blinks at her. "For fucks sake, they're not bombs!"

"Wouldnt put it past you," he grumbles.

"I... don't hate you. Merry Christmas."

He blinks again, then he breaks out of his stupor, snorting. "Did you get me coal?"

"Nope." She taps her foot impatiently, biting her lip.

"Jeez, would you quit that?" He starts gently tearing the paper off, and his mouth forms a small O.

"You wear a lot of blue, and I noticed your curlers looked shitty, so-"

Billy sniffles, furiously wiping his nose with his sleeve, eyes cartoonishly wide as they take in the gifts with childish wonder.

Max nods, and closes the door on her way out, so he can have some privacy.

She'll tell him when they come back. He's looked after her in his strange way, and now it's her turn.

He knocks on her door two minutes later mumbling something about pizza and a movie, his version of thank you. Max finds she doesn't mind that much.

Tomorrow, she'll be carrying out plan B: tell Hopper what really goes on in the Hargrove Mayfield house.

For now, she's going to take advantage of watching Die Hard and eating pizza on the couch. The company isn't so bad, either.

****

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#billy and max #hargrove mayfield siblings #my writing #tw abuse #tw neil hargrove #red writes #i just want them to be happy #consider this a fixit fic #ya know what max and billy are gender non conforming bc i said so

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NAT ANGST I THOUGHT ABOUT

Tw-flashback about Nats shitty dad, safe word use, mention of abuse, and she gets very scared and the end is sort of hurt/comfort

Thought of it being one of the first times nat and R have sex and they’re still figuring out each others kinks and their dynamic(s). nat going into it like “willing to try almost anything” but then quickly realizing that verbal degradation takes a lot out of her and it can trigger a fight or flight response in her :((((

“uhh- fuck, RED! Sorry, fuck, i’m sorry, please stop, i can’t, please don’t touch me right now, i just need a minute, sorry”

her rushing to the bathroom with wide and frantic eyes gripping the sink trying to tell herself to get it together but she can’t get rid of the memories of her dad. The second her brain processed the words “little slut”, she felt the weight of the gun in her hands, the powerlessness of watching her dad hit her mom and then hitting her, the way she felt like her pain was limitless when he called her stupid and useless, she couldn’t get out of her head. As r approached the door wondering if it’d be helpful to go in with her or stay out here, nat quickly barges through, grabbing her clothes from around your room, avoiding eye contact the entire time.

“Listen, um, it’s been real and uh..i like you a lot, but i just remembered a thing i gotta do so i’ve gotta head out. I didn’t mean to give you blue balls or anything, but i’ll see you.”

She didn’t even believe the shit she was saying…tears were still coming down her face the whole time she was talking and she tried to give you a quick “smile” and kissed you on the cheek, but even someone without a working olfactory sense could smell the bullshit from miles away. Next time you see her, she goes out of her way to explain why she freaked out last time. Lottie had encouraged her to talk about her feelings instead of running away. Had it been up to her, she would’ve moved to another continent to avoid talking about her feelings. But she really wanted to make things work with you.

“I don’t know. I guess i had kind of a shitty life with my parents and everything and uh. I guess i just got.. scared? I was really, really scared. It like. Brought me back to somewhere i didnt wanna be.”

She doesn’t get into detail at all, but you get the gist of it well enough to understand. You apologize, thinking maybe if you had asked her in depth about what she was comfortable with, she wouldn’t have freaked out. You like her SO much. And you’d never knowingly do anything to hurt her.

Then the weeks after she talks to you, she turns into the biggest cuddlebug ever. She won’t admit it, of course, but she feels safe around you. That hasn’t happened for her in forever. A part of her is scared shitless by it, but she lets herself indulge in the simple pleasures of being held and holding people she cares about. You’re there to hold her when nat has a nightmare one night, shushing her cries and whispering to her that it’s just a bad dream and that she’s safe with you. Oh my god i love her.

oh mygod :(((((((((((( the second she says red, you stop immediately and your heart sinks. the last thing you ever wanted to do was hurt her and you feel SO guilty and ur minds racing a million miles a second while she's in the bathroom ☹️ you text her a few times after, asking if she's okay, but she never responds so you get the hint to just leave her alone but you feel sick and sosososo bad.

thinking about her sneaking into your window to come and apologize :((( you're so happy to see her again and relived to know that she doesnt actually hate you, and you give her all the time in the world to just sit in silence and figure out what to say. holding her while you two sleep that night and she's never felt safer and more secure ☹️☹️

sometimes she just needs to hold you for hours just to calm down too :((( her head gets to her sometimes and she just Needs you. ur always there to whisper reassurance in her ear and she feels like a fool for crying at the simple words but they help so much.

#natalie scatorccio thoughts 💭

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snakeredbirdbatkatana · 13 days

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Son of Hell (Part 2)

Lucifer doesn't typically get summoned by his Lily she is usually more than happy to cause as much chaos as possible all on her lonesome. Who needs their loving husband getting in their way he is not bitter.

Imagine his surprise when he is dragged not even to his beautiful Queen, but to a child who is practically dripping with hell magic.

Seems he has a new kiddo, no wonder he's seen less of her lately especially if he's some form of hero which isn't exactly what he would pick for a profession but beggars can't be choosers.

Lily is Lilith.

Tim feels like an idiot he had assumed some form of fae or even minor god.

Not the queen of hell he has been bossing around the literal Mother of demons, who's husband is the devil and is smiling at him.

She promised though that she wouldn't leave that she would protect him so this even more doesn't make any sense.

He is still trying to puzzle it out when the fallen angel begins to walk to him.

"Hello my child, may I inquire as to what exactly is going on?"

A voice like honey comes across the battlefield somewhere behind a kneeling Darkseid.

"I believe I can explain, however darling put away the feather dusters you are scaring our imp and his humans."

A woman steps dark black wings almost as big as Lucifer's spread proudly behind, offsetting to the blonde hair and blood red dress that's seems to swirl.

She's looks different but he can feel that it's lily that it's Mom.

"The idiot behind me decided to attempt to kill our child, and well I figured it was time for you to complete your Fatherly duties."

He can't stop his mouth which seems to be operating separately from self preservation.

"You actually want to be my mom?" He can't help the hiccup that follows.

Warm hands come to wrap around his chin his eyes falling to meet emerald.

"You have always been my child, what have I done my imp for your doubt?"

He falls wrapping his arms around her burying his face in her curls smelling the sulfur but also a distinct scent of home.

She stands pulling him fully into her arms like he's a little boy again.

"Now you finish off that annoying stone thing, and than return home it's time for Timothy to meet his siblings."

He turns so he can look at the devil who apperently his adopted father who looks back at him with a wink.

"Anything for you, and yes because I choose to ignore him it's not because my wife never calls to tell me about children no it's all Lucy's fault. Have you been speaking to my father again?"

Tim can't help the giggle that slips out another warm smile comes from both his Mom and his sorta Dad.

He sees the bats and everyone else they look awestruck and angry especially Bruce he hides back in Mama's curls he know that he can't avoid it forever but maybe for a little bit longer.

She must read his mind as her wings begin to move she shouts out.

"To any hero who would like to argue with my child, you may argue with his Father, I'm sure he will be more than willing to make a deal."

As they leave the battlefield the adrenaline gone he feels his eyes start to slip closed he's exhausted.

A kiss across his forehand and a whispered,

"Sleep, sweetheart Mama has you."

Is all it takes before he's dead to the world.

@emstheshortone for you the one that inspired me to make this a series!

#tim drake #batfamily #lucifer morningstar #lilith #Tim is the adopted son of hell #Tim is confused #this is one version of part two I have another one #Bruce Wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #damian wayne #batfam

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violetriorsons · 5 months

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—in a world alone (we're all alone);

a collection of small missing moments based on xaden's letters to violet. // pre-FW; iron flame spoilers.

part one. | part two.

“my dad hoped i’d go into the infantry like he did. he thought riders were pompous pricks, and in his defense… we really are.” — chapter sixteen (iron flame).

.::.

at six years old, xaden wanted a dragon.

and well, so did all his friends.

his best friend garrick talked incessantly of how one day he'd have a huge, red dragon that he'd ride into battle against gryphons and wyvern and venin and he'd save all of tyrrendor.

(and xaden would shake his head at the boy's antics — because at six years old, they were both big enough to know that wyvern and venin weren't real.)

xaden's cousin bodhi was convinced he could have two, since he couldn't pick between the colors orange and green. he once wondered idly if there was a dragon that could change colors at his command.

most of his other peers carried similar ambitions, and though xaden couldn't stretch his imagination quite as far as they did, he could still relate well enough to obsess with them over what could one day be.

he wanted a blue dragon. one that would be his best friend and give him cool powers like turning invisible. one that would fly xaden all over the continent, to help rid the world of gryphons and anything else that could threaten his home in aretia.

he'd told his dad about all this once.

"a dragon?" his father exclaimed. "what on earth are you gonna do with a dragon?"

"fight gryphons?" xaden replied slowly, his tone suggesting that the answer should be obvious.

his dad let out a short laugh and ran a hand through xaden's hair. "alright, we can talk about it when you're taller. and when you can eat all the broccoli off your plate without me having to bribe you with chocolate cake for dessert."

xaden had told his mother once too, as she was reading him a bedtime story.

the smile she'd given him in response carried a sadness that deeply confused him (how could smiles be sad?).

"my father went to dragon school, you know," she told him gently. "but he passed away there when i was a baby. so sending you off to dragon school would scare me a little bit."

it was the first time xaden had wavered in his goals for himself. he really wanted a blue dragon. but he didn't want to make his mom sad.

.::.

at fourteen years old, xaden was thinking he could practically see his future beginning to veer in the direction of the infantry.

his father was certainly pushing for it. he wanted xaden to follow in his footsteps — serve in the infantry, and eventually take his place as the duke of aretia.

his mother was no longer around to put in her two cents.

xaden no longer thought about blue dragons. not even as garrick and bodhi and eya continued to toss around the idea of one day joining the riders' quadrant.

his father would wrinkle his nose when he'd hear xaden's friends mention it, and xaden had once overheard him complaining to his aunt about what a pain in the ass most riders were to deal with.

and though xaden tried hard not to think about it — not to think about her — his mother's confession to him all those years ago that she'd be scared of him entering the riders' quadrant was a memory that clung under any thoughts he'd have about joining in on his friends' tentative plans. so much so, that he'd begun to avoid thinking about the riders' quadrant altogether just to spare himself the heavy memory of that sad, sad smile.

he didn't want to upset his parents. so being a rider was almost certainly crossed out of his list of options. along with most of the other choices.

the thought of himself as a healer was ridiculously laughable.

and he had no problem admitting he didn't have the brains to be a scribe.

so whether he liked it or not, all signs seemed to point in the direction of the infantry. it was the most logical conclusion, even if the thought of pursuing it left him with an odd feeling of emptiness.

no, xaden didn't think of blue dragons anymore; he hadn't for a long time now. but deep down, he knew that the last time his mind had touched that idea was the last time he'd felt any sort of interest in his future.

.::.

at twenty-one years old, xaden is the rider of a navy blue daggertail.

he has shadow-wielding powers, and another signet so dangerous that he blatantly avoids calling it what it is even in his own head.

though she'd scoff and mock him if he ever dared to call her his best friend, sgaeyl knows him better than anyone else ever will. just as she had known his grandfather so many years before — the one his mother never met; the one who never made it out of dragon school.

garrick and masen have their coveted dragons, as well. bodhi and eya and imogen and soleil are all currently working to prove themselves worthy of one too.

and at twenty-one years old, xaden is big enough to know that venin were all-too real. that knowledge — (among other things) — had helped to seal his fate in the riders' quadrant.

it's bittersweet, to say the least.

especially when, two months into their second year in the quadrant, xaden finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest with the rest of his squad, a scribe cadet, two healer cadets, and a team of second-year infantry cadets.

he studies the uniforms, the faces, and the intentions of each infantry cadet. he watches their squad leader, and for a moment, he feels like he's getting a flash of what could've been.

they all watch him and his squad warily, and though xaden has put his shields back up, he can only assume that their assessment of the riders falls pretty in line with his father's opinion.

pompous pricks, he'd once called them.

and watching the attitude his squad carries all-throughout the land nav exercise — even after they fail — xaden can't argue the old accusation.

unbidden, a quick flash of his mother's sad smile invades his thoughts, and it feels judgmental as well.

it's not the first time he's pondered the irony of ending up in the riders' quadrant as a punishment after so many years of that option being written off as an unrealistic dream.

xaden wouldn't give up his bond with sgaeyl for anything in the world. the rush of pride, of confidence, of power he feels when he's flying on her back is unlike anything he's ever felt, and it hasn't lessened one bit since threshing last year.

it's the closest he's ever gotten to feeling fulfilled, and he doesn't think anything on the continent could ever compare.

and he likes to believe his parents would understand if they were around to see him now.

#xaden riorson #fourth wing #iron flame #fourth wing fic #empyrean fic #these are ending up way longer than i expected them to #lina scribbles

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murderhusbands4life · 2 months

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Hannibal Lecter X Will Graham X Autistic Teen Reader

Request: Autistic LGBT gender neutral teen reader where Hannibal and will adopt them after their father got arrested and will and Hannibal save them from their dad or something like that/nf

And maybe Hannibal finds out about their dad through a therapy session and gets concerned or something sorry of that make no sense.

Sorry it’s been so long.

Third person pov...

Y/N was walking home from school, the teen was listening to their music as they walked, it had been a weird day, apparently another teen who looked suspiciously like Y/N had been kidnapped again that morning.

Most of the teen’s day consisted of avoiding people who wanted to ask them why all the kidnapped teen looked like them, as they walked, they had a sinking feeling in their chest as they got closer to home, suddenly they heard sirens as they walked closer to their road.

As they turned onto it their E/C eyes widened the sirens were coming from their house, at least 5 cop cars parked outside with two black SUVs.

"Oh shit" they mutter. Walking closer they saw the sherif and lots of other officers. 'What's happened?' They thought walking closer to the house.

As they walked closer, they saw a well-dressed man with Ash grey hair, next to him stood a shorter man with curly hair, a beard, and glasses. The well-dressed man noticed the teenager first.

Fiddling with their headphones the teen turned their music off but kept them on, they walked closer to the men, and they had also started walking over when the teen stopped in front of the house.

"Hey there" calls the young man with glasses, Y/N looks up and forces themselves to act normal and not fidget with anything. "Hi" they speak quietly, Will eyes the teen in front of him Hannibal next to him.

"Do you live here?" He asks the teen, the teen nods their head, not looking either of them in the eye. "I do, I’m Y/N. I live with my dad. Where is he?" Asks the teen. Hannibal and will look at each other having a conversation with their eyes.

Y/N watched them curiously before they noticed two officers coming out of their home holding something in a plastic bag, it was a bag of suspiciously red paper. As if someone tried to clean up blood.

Their E/C eye widened in horror when they realised what it was. “Oh shit” they say, both men turn to see what the teen was looking at that made them so scared. Hannibal turned back to the teen. “What was that Y/N?” he asks, Y/N started to nervously wring their hands together, the teen shakes their head.

“No no I can’t tell you” Hannibal looks at the teen, their emotional reaction reminded him of his patients that suffered abuse. Will looked at the scared teen. “Y/N, you can tell us nothing will happen to you” he gently reassures the teen.

Slowly the terrified child stopped their head shaking but kept their fingers busy, slow deep breathes they looked up at the men. “It’s my blood” they mutter loud enough for both the agent and psychiatrist to hear.

Worried for the teen Will pressed them. “All that was your blood” Y/N nods their head not answering, Will was worried for the teen what happened that made them lose so much blood.

Next to him Hannibal had piece to pieces together, though Will wasn’t far behind. “He hurts you doesn’t he” he speaks, Y/N freezes in place. “Seems I am right at your reaction” Y/N could feel their eyes well up in tears.

They had been dealing with their fathers’ abuse since they were a child, but never though he could be a killer. To them they thought their father used up all his anger at them when really, he had been killing teens hat looked like his kid.

Over the past few weeks, the teen had started noticing strange things happen around their dad, until the pieces started to come together, once and month or more a teen that looked a lot like Y/N would disappear, they never knew why until now.

Hands clutched to their chest Y/N speaks in a wobbly voice. “Your right he does, he would beat me then make me clean up my blood of the floor, but I could deal with it fine” they cry as they finally tell someone what’s been happening to them their whole life.

After spilling their guts to Hannibal and Will the police and FBI had everything, they needed to put F/N in prison for life and away from Y/N. for the teen they were put in an orphanage until a relative could look after them after all they weren’t an adult yet.

They also became one of Hannibal’s patient they would sit together weekly, and Y/N would tell the man everything their father did to them, over the next few weeks of these meetings Hannibal, Will and Y/N formed and close family like bond.

Hannibal would host dinners for just the three of them which gave Y/N a feeling of what a family should be and act like, they also went fishing with Will when he had time off work and teaching.

Eventually the teen would be adopted by both men, they would live with Hannibal, but they would also stay with Will, to Y/N it was like having divorced but happy parents as Hannibal and Will weren’t actually married, they were still Y/Ns guardians, they loved and protected the teen from harm.

The end!

Hoped you liked this one shot; I know it been a while since I last wrote a Hannibal ones of these so sorry I’ve been caught up on writing other things currently but will try to write more of these ones as well.

This one is shoter than the others sorry again.

As usual sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

Requests are open!

Word count: 1000

#fluff #hannibal #hannibal lecter #hannibal nbc #will graham #hannigram #hannibal lecter x teen reader #hannibal lecter x will graham #will graham x teen reader #x autistic reader #x teen!reader #abuse #angst

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callsigndragon · 1 year

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The Christmas Date | Chapter 13: Christmas will break your heart

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Fem!Kerner!Reader

(Ron Kerner is Slider, Iceman’s backseater)

Wordcount: 3.1k

Summary: Y/n “Athena” Kerner and Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw hate each other. Everybody knows. What happens when they have to fake date for a whole week to avoid Iceman and Slider’s matchmaking plans?

(there won’t be smut in this series)

Warnings: fluff, rooster feeling guilty, lots of fluff... before the crash and burn.

A/N: so am... i'm really sorry for making this to all of you dear readers. you're so gonna hate me after this.

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You can't fall asleep again once Rooster leaves the house. There's just something preventing you from closing your eyes and resting. You slowly get up, knowing there's no reason to stay on the sofa. Jesse is stirring and turning around, but not waking up. You can see the little smile on his face. He seems to be having a good dream. You kiss his forehead before moving upstairs. You still need to wrap Bradley's gift.

On your way to your room, you see Nick pacing around Becca’s, the woman sitting on her bed, biting her nails. You approach him, curious about their behavior. "Guys, you seem nervous"

Nick almost yells when you talk, too immersed in his own thoughts to notice your presence. "Why are you up?"

"Cause I couldn't sleep anymore." You shrug, his comment making you believe that they want you to be awake. Not yet.

"Makes sense. We just hoped you wouldn't be awake when Rooster came back."

"Nick!"

He gasps. "Oh shit."

You look at them, not understanding a thing. "Am I not supposed to see what he's buying?"

"Did he tell you he went to buy something?"

"Nicholas!” Becca groans, covering her face in embarrassment.

"You know what, fuck it. He knows where Solo lives and he went there with you father"

"What?"

"You're so dead, Nick"

The thought of Rooster and Solo in the same room scares you. Not because Solo could hurt him, but because you know Rooster’s strength and how guilty he would feel afterwards if he inflicted pain on another person.

"Can any of you go buy something for me? I don't want to leave the house"

Becca points at Nick. "He'll go. Payment for spilling the beans"

Nick sighs, but accepts. "What do you need?"

"A Polaroid album"

“Cool. Speaking of Polaroids, there’s a box in the attic. Maybe you want to see it.” He says leaving the room.

Polaroids, huh? The only one around here that used them was Goose. It might be good to take a look.

Rooster comes back soon after Nick leaves. He's been crying, you can see it in his puffy, red eyes. Fear installs itself in your stomach, afraid that he has done something horrible to Solo and that he's now regretting it. He hugs your dad, whispering something to him and smiling a bit before walking towards you, who are now seated in the kitchen eating some Christmas cookies.

"You know where I was, right?" He asks, seeing the answer in your eyes. "Thena, I'm sorry I had to."

"Please, just tell me that he can still walk," you mumble.

"Yes, he can. He has a broken nose and was trapped in his closet for three minutes"

"You…treated him like he did with me?"

"An eye for an eye."

"...Good. He deserves it" You open your arms for him, seeing a new wave of sadness extinguish the light in his eyes. Not again, he was so happy lately. "Roos, what is it?"

"Everything is my fault"

"Nugget, you can't blame yourself for this. Not again."

"No, Thena, you don't understand. He was… obsessed with me, and therefore with you"

"What?"

He explains to you what he saw in his house, how your dad's comment unlocked a long-forgotten conversation. Oh no. You thought he would stop blaming himself for your scar at last, and now this.

Why can't you two have a normal relationship without trauma and drama?

"Bradley Bradshaw, look at me. You are not to blame. It's not your fault if you're just really cool and people want to be like you. I mean, Jesse wants to be like you and he doesn't go around traumatizing me"

"I know, but…"

"You're not taking the blame for this one, you hear me?"

"Would you ever be able to look at me and not remember what Solo did?"

The mention of his name makes your whole body shiver, an instant reaction that you’re sure will fade away with time.

You circle the kitchen table, grabbing his face between your hands. He tilts his head to one side, kissing the palm of your hand. “The only thing I see when I look at you, Bradley Bradshaw, is a lot of lost time that I hope we can make up for.”

A side-smile adorns his face when he looks at you. “It’s snowing”

“Really?” You look out the window and see white snowflakes falling. The snow from when you arrived here had completely melted with the warm temperatures of the last couple days. “Woah, look at that.”

“It’s been snowing all morning. Wanna go out and play?” Rooster says while running his fingers through your hair.

You nod quickly, running upstairs to put on warmer clothes.

“What are we gonna do when we come back?” you ask, resting in the snow after covering the backyard in snow angels with Rooster’s help.

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love.”

“Work, relationship, friends... I sent a message to Nat this morning, but I think she’s deployed or something. She didn't respond."

Rooster groans, rolling in the snow until he’s laying on top of you, his head pressing against your belly. You can still feel the warmth of his body through all the layers of clothing. “Too many things.”

“I know, pretty nugget, but tomorrow is Christmas eve, we’re getting on a flight back home on Christmas day... In three days, we’re gonna be working again.”

That only makes Rooster groan louder. You chuckle, patting his back.

“I’m not worried about work. Remember when Phoenix was dating a member of the squad?” he says, bringing memories back.

“Gotta be a bit more specific, love” you mock him, making him put a cold hand in your face. “Rooster is fucking cold!”

“Serves you right. Anyway, I was referring to White Queen," he clarifies.

“Oh, she was the sweetest girl. It was a pity that she was transferred to another station a few months into the relationship. I loved those two together.”

“Yeah, but long-distance relationships were hard for her… Can’t blame her.” He mumbles the final words, tightening his embrace to emphasize the significance of his words.

“I don’t think I could, either. I mean, I can't imagine a day without you in it. We’ve been together since we got out of Top Gun. Every. Single. Day. It’s hard to imagine the base without you.”

“Oh, so you liked me before all this?”

You grab a handful of snow, slowly moving it towards his face. “Yeah, but I don’t think I’ll like you after this.”

You let the snow fall in his face, moving from below Rooster’s body to run away from him. He’s up on his feet in no time, making a big ball of snow with his bare hands. “Oh, you little-”

“No, no, no. Don’t throw that at me.”

“And why should I stop?” he asks, a smirk appearing on his face as he moves dangerously close, the snow crunching beneath his feet.

“‘Cause you love me?”

“True, but not enough.” He throws the ball straight to your face, almost throwing you to the floor.

“Rooster,” you pout, getting the snow out of your face and clothes.

He closes the distance and helps you, using his scarf to clean your face. “Grouchy, this is as simple as you want it to be. You want to tell our friends?”

“Yes. I want them to know how much I love my nugget.”

He lets out a giggle. “Stop, I feel like a teenager.”

“We kinda are, Roos. We’ve been pushing back our feelings since we were teenagers.”

He looks at the floor, thinking about your words for a second, slowly nodding while coming out of his thoughts. “Well, yes. You’re right. Does that mean that we can do crazy things?”

“We said we loved each other already, and we’ve been dating for less than 72 hours.”

“But we’ve known each other since you were born. It’s not as if I met you three days ago. I’ve been growing up with you by my side, loving you a bit more each day, even though I've been an asshole sometimes with you.”

You grab his hands, ignoring the cold. “Okay, lover boy. What are you trying to say with this rant?”

“Maybe we can move in together?”

That wasn’t what you were expecting. “Roos, don’t you think it’s too soon to be sharing a house? I know we're doing the same thing here, but... we’re surrounded by family, and it's a little different."

“Hey, you got me all wrong. I’m not asking you to buy a house, share one bedroom, and all that. I’m talking about sharing an apartment but each one has their own room”

“Please, elaborate.”

“So, we move to an apartment with two bedrooms. We spend a lot of time together whenever we’re not deployed, and, you know, we do things together: watch TV, cuddle on the sofa, eat takeout for dinner, play video games, you name it.”

"I like that," you say, your mind racing with images of all the things you could do together if you shared an apartment.

“I know. But the best thing is that, whenever one of us wants some time alone, we have separate rooms. If one day everything is too overwhelming for you, you can go to your own bed, or kick me out of yours, and enjoy some precious alone time.”

“I can do that in my own apartment.”

“But you won’t be able to have cuddles whenever you want,” he counters.

“Yes, I can. It’s called a cuddle call.” You explain, seeing that there’s something else he’s not saying. The real reason why he doesn’t want you to have your own apartment. “Roos, just say it.”

He inhales deeply. “What are you gonna do when someone knocks at your door?”

You surely haven’t thought about that yet. Just the idea makes you breathe quickly. It wouldn't be the first time a neighbor came knocking in the middle of the night. What will you do? Pain and fear will become bearable in the future. You’ll be able to live a normal life without having to feel the claws of fear closing tightly around your throat, cutting off your breathing. Someday you’ll look back and think of this as a memory.

It would take time, though.

For now, you’re accepting Rooster’s offer. You know he’s not implying that you need him. He’s just offering to be there in case you want someone to help you in a bad moment.

Building a relationship based on need is the biggest mistake you can make. And he knows, too.

“Okay, let’s move in together,” you whisper, having so many feelings at the moment that you’re not sure you can identify them.

Maybe this is a complete mistake. Maybe it’s too soon to even think about living in the same place. Maybe it’s just the right thing to do.

But the smile on his face and how he tackles you to the ground in the biggest hug ever known in history makes you believe that maybe it’s not a bad idea after all.

Christmas Eve goes by with you almost being kicked out of the kitchen. You didn't realize what day it was until Sarah and Becca began to cook all types of Christmassy meals, including some of your favorites.

This week has been an absolute mess. It started with you and Rooster being forced to share a bed. Now he's asking you to share a house with him. A home. A simple yet effective way of beginning a life together. Even though this life began years ago, after the car accident. You're just been too blind to realize that the love you were looking for was not in front of you, but at your side, at the F-18 that always flies with you. He's always been there.

Rooster's playing with Jesse next to the fireplace, holding a tiny figurine of Chase, the police pup, in his big hands. You take a picture with your phone, looking at his fond smile and loving eyes. He's going to be an amazing dad, like Goose was. He might not have been there long enough for Rooster to remember him or for you to meet him, but you two know him.

Iceman, Slider, and Maverick had made sure to tell you the type of man he was. He was loving, not only with his wife and his son but also with his friends. He loved them as a family. Maverick was a brother to him. That's why he’s Rooster's godfather. Goose was also attentive, caring, funny, and brave.

He was the type of person you don't meet often. The type that goes too early, leaving an empty space too big to fill, even harder to ignore.

You've never met him, but you know him.

And you know that he's looking at his son right now, knowing that he would be a better father than he was.

You set the picture as your lock screen, admiring the pure love embodied in one single picture.

Then the phone rings. A video call from Phoenix.

"Love of my life, there you are!" You smile when you see her tired face. Tired means the mission was a success, and she's safe.

"Look at that face. You're literally glowing. Have you fu-"

"There's a kid here, Nat!" You whine, Rooster whispering something in Jesse's ear, the kid is leaving the room in a second.

"The kid has been secured," Rooster says, sitting next to you on the sofa, his arm resting on your shoulders while he waves at your friend. "Hey, Nat"

"Goodness gracious, great balls of fire, you two are in love. With capital letters."

You look at each other, his shy smile making you giggle. "Well… maybe a bit"

"I talked to you a few days ago, how can this be real?"

"Well… A lot of shit happened with Solo," you mutter, shivering when his name slips from your lips. Rooster hugs you closer, kissing your temple.

"Does he know?" Phoenix inquires, her eyes wide as she realizes you're referring to the monster in front of Bradley.

You nod, looking at Bradley's hand. His fingertips are drawing small circles in your arm, a comforting, grounding touch you are grateful for. "A lot has happened. I'll tell you someday"

She looks worried. "Is she okay?" She's asking that question directly to Bradley, not you.

"She'll be okay. Just needs a bit of time." Rooster reassures you both.

"Is this why you're asking to change stations, Bradshaw?"

Rooster freezes when Phoenix’s words register in his brain. The fingers that are caressing your arm stop moving. A change of station?

"You're doing what?" You don't look at him. It's almost unbearable.

"Let me explain, Thena," he says, kneeling on the floor in front of you, his eyes searching for yours, even though they're lost.

"So it's true," you whisper, the phone falling from your hands into your lap. Nat silently hangs up, a guilty expression on her face. "You want to change stations. You asked me to live together this morning, and now you're probably moving across the country."

There are tears in your eyes, so many of them that Rooster is just a blur. You blink, teardrops on your cheeks, as his hand approaches your face. You flinch away.

"Don't touch me."

He has been giving you reasons to believe that he is going to be with you… forever, if he can.

You're the only person I want to fly with.

The only way you're getting rid of me is when you say you don't love me anymore.

Was that real? Was any of it real?

"No, no, no, love, look at me. Please, look at me, it's not what you think." He begs, tears of his own falling silently.

His hands cup your face. His touch, a warmth so welcome a few seconds ago, now burns; it suffocates you. Have you become Icarus in this timeline? Have you tried to be so close to your personal sun that now it ignites your skin? Melting it. Hurting in the most painful yet delicious way. His calloused hands, the physical depiction of his so-called love and respect for you, now leave aching goosebumps in your skin. It brings comfort and grief at the same time. These are the hands you want to be held in—the same hands that have betrayed you.

It's too much.

"I said don't touch me!"

Rooster backs away from you, his hands open and held in the air as if he were surrendering to the enemy. The rational part of your brain wants you to stop and listen to whatever he has to say. He had never given you a reason not to trust him, right?

Well, he tried to pull your papers.

He knew that you loved him. He heard your confession.

He didn't say anything about it; he made you believe that he didn't hear you, that he didn't love you.

He had been acting like a dick ever since.

He came up with the fake dating idea knowing that you loved him.

He asked you to share a home with him.

And now, as if nothing that has happened between the two of you matters, he's asking to leave.

Asking to leave you.

Who's the enemy here? You, for running upstairs and locking yourself in the bedroom? Or him, for lying and betraying the little trust you had left in him?

He's at the other side of the door, your name falling from his lips as a litany. You know he’s trying his best not to knock on the door. You thank him for that, but it only makes you pack your things faster.

"Thena, please. Talk to me."

You tune him out. If you don't hear him, he's not there. He can't hurt you. Not anymore.

You've been broken too many times this week. But this? This is the final blow. You are packing your things, as if every cloth were a piece of your broken heart, collecting them in hopes that, with patience and lots of work, every single piece will fall into place.

The Uber should be here at any time. You take a few breaths before opening the door. You look at the floor, however. You can't look at his face.

"You're gonna move and let me go. You're not gonna look for me or ask about me. And if someone asks where I am or why I am gone," you raise your eyes, making eye contact in an ephemeral moment of bravery, "Tell them how you've been lying to them for a whole week and how you ended up lying to me, too."

You leave him standing in that hallway before running downstairs, leaving the house with tears in your eyes and a little boy crying out for you to come back home.

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Open Your Arms, Part 2

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Word Count: 3182

Warnings: Mentions of not being treated well, nothing other than that for this chapter.

Summary: ‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

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PART 3 NOW POSTED

“You’ve never been outside of New York?”

Steve’s bewildered question made Katherine shrug her shoulders, as she picked a piece of pepperoni off her pizza, eating it silently.

“Well, if that information is such a shock, I can’t imagine what your reactions will be like..” She ate a piece of sausage this time, “..When I tell you that I can count the number of times I’ve left the city, on one hand.”

Both men’s mouths fell agape, which made her let out a bit of a laugh.

“Are you serious?” Bucky shook his head, not quite believing her.

“Unfortunately.” She nodded her head, confirming it to be true.

Dinner with them had gone really well, and most of her nerves were gone. They had been talking about pretty simple things, just learning about each other. They had essentially been playing 20 questions, and it turned out to be a bit of fun. They now knew each other's favorite colors; Steve’s was blue, Bucky’s was dark green or dark red, and Katherine’s was purple. Both Steve and Bucky enjoyed the outdoors, whereas Katherine had spent most of her life inside.

“Looks like I need to get some miles under your belt.” Bucky said to her, a grin spread across his face.

Katherine’s cheeks tinted a shade of pink, feeling his eyes on her. She definitely felt like there was something between them.. But was it because of the deal, or was it real? She was hesitant to even attempt to explore the idea, barely knowing him. He was very attractive, and seemed really kind. But, she hardly knew him.

“We should go to Alaska again sometime,” Steve said, before finishing his eighth slice of pizza. “Take her out to the cabin for a few days.”

Katherines smile returned, “Alaska? I hear that you can see all of the stars out there, you don’t even need a telescope!”

Both Bucky and Steve let out soft chuckles, “Are you into astronomy?” Bucky asked her, an eyebrow raised.

She nodded her head as she took a sip of her drink, “Oh yes. Quite unfortunate for me though, you can’t see much here in the city.” She shrugged her shoulders, trying to seem not too bothered by that.

Little did she know, Bucky’s mind was already trying to formulate a plan. Even though they weren’t married yet, or even really in a relationship… Yet. Bucky still wanted to take care of her. She was his, and he was hers.

“Did your parents never take you to do things like that?” Steve asked her, and her face fell.

She knew the topic would eventually come up, she had just hoped to avoid it a while longer. Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed on his face, noticing the change in her attitude.

“Uhm,” She cleared her throat, “No.. My mom passed away when I was 13. And dad.. He doesn’t really do much.” She had hoped that would be enough, but judging by the looks on their faces.. More questions would follow.

“Is he still gambling?” Bucky asked her, lowering his voice a bit. Steve let out a soft sigh, looking at the pizza. He was already aware of her mother, he paid for the funeral.

“Yep..” Katherine popped her lips with the word, a crisp ‘P’ sound coming from them.

Bucky shifted in his seat, his once happy tone seeming to have changed. It seemed as if gears were turning in his head.

“Katherine,” he looked to her, reaching his metallic hand a bit closer towards her, “I have a feeling that I’ve been lied to.. And that your situation isn’t what it should be.. Is he not treating you well?”

She shifted her eyes away from him, not daring to meet his icy blue orbs. She never knew the exact details of the deal between her father and Bucky, but she was aware enough to know that Bucky had indeed been lied to. The familiar feeling of anxiety began to itch its way towards the surface, her arms instinctively wrapping around her middle. This was it.. This was the moment Bucky would decide he didn’t want her anymore, because she wasn’t what was promised. She had a memory of hearing her dad on the phone with someone.. ‘No. She didn’t make the grades, she’s not going to college.’ Which had been a complete lie. Katherine’s High School transcript showed straight A’s. She wanted to go to college, she had been accepted to 3 different schools. She remembered her father telling her that she had to get a second job, so they wouldn’t lose the house, and that paying for college would’ve been a waste of time. If only she had realized back then, what was truly going on.

Bucky let out a huff of air, leaning back in his seat, contemplating his next words. She didn’t even have to answer him, for him to know that her life wasn’t great. Steve had told him about the small amount of luggage she had, and Annette told him that it was mostly work clothes. For two different jobs. Needless to say, Bucky was upset.

“Hey, Buck?” Steve’s voice sounded, grabbing the attention of both silent parties, “They’re closing up shop. It’s almost nine o’clock..”

Katherine looked around the restaurant, realizing that Steve was correct. The workers had begun cleaning, and setting chairs on top of tables. Which meant the three of them had been there for nearly 4 hours. She couldn’t remember a time where she was actually able to spend that long just talking, and enjoying some company. The anxiety had started to cloud her eyes, her leg bouncing underneath the table. Just then, her phone started buzzing in her pocket. It was Sage, of course. There wasn’t anyone else who would call her.

“You need to take that?” Bucky’s voice snapped her out of her daze.

“Oh,” she chuckled softly, pulling her phone out, “It’s Sage, my best friend.” She raised her phone, showing him Sages face, “She’s not the most patient person..”

“Go ahead. I’ll take care of the check.” He offered a small, tight lipped smile.

She nodded to him, before getting up to leave the table. She gave both men a small, polite smile, before walking out the door of the restaurant. She was still in perfect view of the men, which is probably the only reason why they didn’t follow her. She chuckled, realizing that Sage was video calling her.

“Before you start yelling at me..”

Sage let out a long, dramatic groan, “Okay fine.”

Katherine chuckled softly, pacing up and down the sidewalk next to the car they were using, “You interrupted dinner actually.”

“It’s almost nine!!”

“We went to a pizza place, and got lost in conversation.” Katherine shrugged, her eyes glancing into the building to see that the two men were still seated, “Since when did I ever just… Talk?”

“Like, to a guy? Never. You suck at flirting.” Sage retorted, chuckling.

Katherine shook her head, “No, not like.. Flirting. Just.. Talking. It was really nice actually..” She gently kicked the concrete with the top of her shoe, “We laughed, smiled, had a great evening..”

“But?”

She let out a sigh, “But then we got onto the topic of my father, and now my anxiety is all over the place. I guess you might’ve saved me.”

Sage was silent for a moment. She knew that the conversation was probably very uncomfortable for Katherine.

“Well.. what did he say?”

Katherine hummed softly, “He asked if I was treated well.. Then you called. So, thanks for saving me from that explanation.” She let out a breathless chuckle, not realizing that the men were heading outside.

“He needs to know.” Sage said, shrugging her shoulders.

“He will.. I just.. Don’t think it’s best for the first day.”

Sage let out a breath, “When do you think I might get to meet your future beloved?”

Katherine let out a laugh, before realizing Steve and Bucky were walking towards her. She unconsciously began to chew her lower lip, a tint of pink spreading on her cheeks. “Uhm…”

Bucky raised an eyebrow, a small on his lips as he walked towards her. He glanced at her phone, sliding his hands into his pants pockets. “Is this her?” He asked softly, Katherine nodding in response.

Sage heard the voice, both of her eyebrows quirking upwards. “Is that him??”

Katherine rolled her eyes at the two, deciding to just move the phone to where Sage could see Bucky as well. He raised a hand to wave at her, a cute grin on his face.

“Hiya.”

Sage nodded her head, “Hi yourself, Mr. Barnes.”

Bucky looked to Katherine, wondering what they had been talking about, but he knew it wasn’t his place to push it.

“I was asking Katie when she thinks I might get to meet you. I’d like to know the man who will be taking care of my best friend.. You will be taking care of her, right?”

Katherine’s eyes were daggers, staring at Sage through the phone.

Bucky let out a soft chuckle, the sound sending a chill through her body, “Yes of course I will be. And,” he sent Katherine a sweet grin, “Whenever Katherine would like, you are welcome whenever. I can send a car to get you tomorrow if you’d like.”

Katherine’s eyes widened, a grin spreading on her lips, “Really..?”

Bucky nodded, “Well, yeah. I’m not going to keep you from anyone. Like I said, what’s mine is now yours. That applies to you wanting to have guests over.”

Steve opened the door for them, signaling that it was time to go. Bucky placed his hand on the small of Katherine’s back, leading her into the car.

“Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow Sagey! I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Katherine hummed, giving her friend a smile as she got into the car, Bucky sliding in after her.

“Sounds good to me! Love you bunches!”

“I love you too.” She returned the words, before ending the call.

“She seems fun.”

Katherine’s eyes looked at Bucky, who seemed to be holding in a laugh. She glanced towards the front, Steve seeming to be doing the same. Soon though, Katherine began to laugh, Steve and Bucky letting out their laughter as well.

“Yeah, yeah.. She’s uhm.. She can be a lot, sometimes.” Katherine grinned, “She just worries about me..” She let out a soft sigh, “Besides dad, she’s really all I have.”

Bucky’s expression softened, hearing her words. He glanced towards Steve, who was focused on driving now. He hesitantly reached for her hand with his flesh one, gently capturing her soft skin. He offered a kind smile.

“You have me now.”

Katherine looked to his eyes, only to find they were already peering into her own. She didn’t flinch away from the contact, finding that even though his hand was a bit rough.. It was also quite warm.

“And me!” Steve shouted to them, making both Bucky and Katherine chuckle.

Her lips curved up into a small smile, nodding her head to Bucky. “You’re right.”

The remainder of the car ride was spent in silence. Bucky’s hand still gently holding onto Katherine’s, both of them lost deep in their thoughts. It wasn’t an awkward silence though, Katherine was actually quite comfortable. Her eyes gazed out the car window as the car came to a stop, the big house towering over them. She noticed, though, a man standing at the base of the steps. It was someone she thought she had recognized.. She was snapped out of her daze, when she realized Bucky’s hand was in front of her, him having opened the door for her.

“Come on.” He smiled, as Katherine took his hand.

“Thank you.” She said, getting up and out of the car.

Bucky gently held her hand, moving her hand to rest on the inside of his arm, as they walked up towards the house. Steve walked up next to them, eyeing the man as they approached.

“Mr. Stark..” Bucky’s voice greeted him, no particular emotion in his voice.

Katherine looked towards the man, curiously, but she could feel Bucky bring her closer to him. She realized who the man was; He was rather famous. At least, in New York. He was a VIP wherever he went.. Geneous, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.

“Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers.” The man had his arms crossed on his chest, an eyebrow quirking up when his eyes laid on Katherine, “And who is this?”

She was about to give him her name, but Bucky’s words were first, “My girl.”

Katherine felt her cheeks heat up, she was sure that everyone else could see it as well. Did he really just introduce her… As his girl? Something about the words made butterflies dance in the pit of her stomach. In reality, it was true.. They hadn’t actually spoken about it, but that was the deal.

“Ah, so it’s true.” Mr. Stark let out a soft huff of air, “When's the wedding? I’ll have to send a gift.”

Katherine tensed under the man’s gaze, instinctively trying to hide in Bucky’s side. Her eyes met Steve’s, and it seemed that he sensed her discomfort. Bucky must have as well, because he removed her hand from his arm, and draped his arm around her shoulders.

“There’s no date yet, I’ll let you know.” Bucky let out a sigh, “What can I do for ya, Tony? We’re just getting back.. You can wait in my office for me.”

His eyes stayed on Katherine for a long moment, before nodding his head towards Bucky, “Business as per usual. I’ll be waiting.”

Steve opened the door, Tony walking in and headed towards Bucky’s office. Steve followed him, as if he always did. Bucky walked with Katherine, his arm still around her as he led her up to her bedroom. They stopped at her door, Bucky letting out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry, Katherine. I had hoped to be able to spend more time with you tonight.. But duty calls.”

Katherine offered him a small smile, “It’s alright.. Thank you for dinner. I had a really great time tonight.”

Bucky’s lips curved into a grin, “Me too, doll.”

“Will I see you before the end of the night?” She asked, actually a bit hopeful that he might say yes.

His arm fell from around her, his hand raising to gently tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, their eyes locked on each other. He kept his grin, “Of course. Let’s just hope this meeting doesn’t last forever.. Tony talks a lot.”

Katherine chuckled a bit, “Well, you have fun with that.”

They both laughed softly, not seeming to really want to leave. Katherine let out a soft sigh, turning to open her bedroom door. Bucky started to walk off, but found himself looking back at her, a smile on his lips. Katherine returned the smile, before going into her room.

The rest of her night was pretty.. Calm. She had unpacked her clothes, which took up almost no space in her closet. She video called Sage for a bit, before deciding to take a shower. She stood under the hot beams of water for a while, just relaxing. Her mind wouldn’t stop though.. Her thoughts were completely consumed by Bucky. She tried her best to not think about the rumors and stories she’d heard about him, forming her own opinion. He had been nothing but kind to her, and she genuinely enjoyed his presence. His smile made her weak at the knees, and his laugh was contagious. She never thought that it would be this easy to like the man she was promised to. Though, she was sure that this might just be a fluke, only being the first day. As she got out of the shower, she looked at herself in the mirror. She sighed softly as she brushed her teeth, and went through the usual nightly routine. She decided that pajamas were calling for her, as well as her bed.. She looked at the time on her phone. Bucky had been in the meeting for almost three hours. She let out a breath, as she pulled her oversized t-shirt on. Just as she sat on her bed, she received a text.

‘Something else had come up, during the meeting.. I’m afraid I might not make it up to see you, before you go to bed. Don’t wait up, I’ll see you in the morning.’

Katherine read the words, and actually felt.. A bit sad that she wouldn’t see him. Regardless, he was a busy man. She didn’t even know what all he did, being the head of the mob. She replied to his text pretty directly.

‘It’s alright, I understand. I’m going to read for a while, before I actually go to bed.’

She pulled up a book on her phone, going to where she last left off. Her eyes were soon glued to the words, as she snuggled into the bed. Which was the most comfortable bed she’d ever felt. Soon, her mind was completely divulged into the fantasy world she read about. She almost stopped thinking about him, but of course her mind decided to play tricks.

She wasn’t sure when she fell asleep, having read a few chapters of her book. But the sound of her bedroom door opening, stirred her a bit. She rolled over in the bed, attempting to pull apart her heavy eyelids.

“Shh, doll. It’s just me..”

Bucky.

She could hear him moving around her room, and felt that he touched the bed. He had taken her phone, putting it on the phone charger and setting it on the nightstand. Katherine managed to get her eyes open, a small smile spreading across her lips.

“Hi..” her voice was soft, very obviously sleepy.

A low rumble of a chuckle passed his lips, as he leaned over the bed. He tucked some hair behind her ear, like before. She could feel his breath on her face, and her drowsy mind wanted her to pull him closer.

“Bucky…” She hummed out his name, leaning her head into his hand.

“I’m just checking on you.. Get some sleep, alright? We’ll have breakfast in the morning, and can talk then.” His voice was quiet, soft and velvety smooth.

She hummed in response, slowly nodding her head towards him. She wanted to be wide awake. She wanted to stay up with him, talking, seeing that smile.. But she was already so tired, and laid comfortably in her bed. She managed to keep her eyes open long enough, to see that he was looking at her.

In a sleepy daze, her voice sounded out to him, “My girl?” She asked him, though not really having intended to do so.

He smiled at her, nodding his head, “Gotta make sure the world knows it. Can’t have anyone trying to come in and sweep you away from me..”

Those were the last words she heard, before she settled back into the bed, falling asleep.

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story time: is anam in love with me?

so for context i was supposed to spend the next few months off all electronic devices so i can focus on myself. this included texting. i told anam that on sunday night and she seemed okay with it. but it didn’t last long

so on monday when this started, i was walking to the gym and i see that i had a missed call from anam. i was confused and kinda scared because anam never calls me. i call her back and at first she just didn’t speak even after i said hello? then she said in a very quiet voice that she would EMAIL (???) me and then she ended the call. very ominous

i check my emails and i see this..

and i’m like bro it’s not even been 12 HOURS how has chaos already started wtf???

we sorted out the issue but inevitably we just went back to texting and i had to retell her that we shouldn’t be doing this and that i’m not supposed to be on my phone.. and she just kinda ignored it. she texted me something random and i didn’t reply for the rest of the day. i also told her that she can only email me if there is an emergency

so on tuesday she emailed me again about her dad and it turns out that it’s not that he can read her messages but he can see her search history and i sent her something with my name in it and yeah. again she went astray and started emailing me casually and i didn’t respond. however she just randomly asked if i was going to the gym today and i said yeah and i told her when i was going. she was like that’s fine and i was like huh, wdym that’s fine? why would it not be fine if i was going to the gym

so i was at the gym doing my thing and i was looking at the monitor on the treadmill and in the reflection i could see her a girl with her back turned to me on another treadmill. and i was like she looks familiar.. i turn around and it’s ANAM??? she never told me that she wanted to go to the gym with me. so did she plan going to the gym at the same time as me??? anyways i was panicking because this is probably the second time ever that i’ve seen anam out of school and the only time i’ve seen her by herself. i was sweaty and gross and was extremely self conscious. i pretended not to see her so i carried on

when i finished my workout i saw in the corner of my eye that she was sat down waiting for me to finish.. then she started walking up to me. IMMEDIATELY i speedwalked out of the gym and went straight to the bathroom. then i started screaming and wiping the sweat off my face but not before long anam opens the bathroom door and she’s all hot and red and flushed and flustered. and she was so shy looking at the floor like “hi 😌” and i had to pretend like i wasn’t purposely avoiding her and i had to act all surprised like i had just seen her for the first time. she was really shy and awkward when we first met.

eventually we went to sit down and i remember i sat opposite girl at first and then she suggested i sit next to her. so i did, but still kept some distance. after a lot of cute small talk she told me that eliza wanted to hang out with her. idk if i’ve mentioned but eliza is extremely jealous of me. anam told eliza that she was with me and she was like oh! but she still agreed that i could come. then as we were waiting for eliza, anam got sly and moved to sit really close to me. and i was like ahahahahashahshshshshsjfkwmfnkekfnremkf but before anything could happen, eliza arrived

what happened with eliza was boring but my favourite part was making her jealous of purpose by making anam wear my coat and hold my stuff, then eliza ripped it out of anams hands and took my coat AND HER STUFF then held all of it. then me and anam were just behind her laughing

on wendesday i was just chilling but then got the sudden urge to check messages.. and i caved. and anam sent me a message “i already miss you” AND I WAS AWWWWING FOR THE WHOLE DAY. like my baby misses me my baby my baby. she also sent me a thirst trap which.. girl i was ready to fold right there and then.

on thursday anam emails me saying “emergency.” with absolutely not context. i saw that email an hour later and i started freaking out so i spam emailed her and spam called her but it wouldn’t ring it would just say “user busy” and i genuinely thought she died. then she emailed me 5 minutes later saying “oh hi it wasn’t an emergency i just miss you sorry” at first i was furious because i was genuinely terrified but then my heart melted and realised how cute that was

then she called me.. and we facetimed. and it was the cutest thing ever. she got a new haircut and she is such a shy girl i had to beg her to show her face. and when she did (after like half an hour) she was as red as a tomato and she had the cutest smile on her face.

then she brought up the fact that she sent me something on messages. and i realised that she was talking about the thirst trap. but to her, i haven’t checked my messages, so i had to play dumb. AND THEN SHE SCREENSHARED AND MADE ME LIVE REACT TO THE THIRST TRAP. and then it got very sensual very quickly. she tried being dominating but i made her fold so quickly. anyways 😊

then she decided she wanted to study at like 11pm and i was just watching her and she is honestly the most beautiful girl ever i was just staring at her until i fell asleep on facetime

FRIDAY MY FAVOURITE DAY HEHEH this is where i was convinced that she fell in love with me. so in the early part of the day, we were talking about how i was watching her study on face time the night before. she was calling me adorable and cute and stuff. she kept telling me she missed me so i suggested we facetime again later that night. but i guess she couldn’t wait. she kept emailing me telling me to reply faster (she’d do this if i didn’t reply back within 2 minutes) and i called her out for being needy and she got really shy about it. and called me hot. for saying that. anywaysss we were flirting yada yada yada you know the vibes. i played roblox with her sister and then she emailed me this..

and i was furious. i immediately left the game and ended the call and such she started spam emailing me telling me she’s sad. i made her write a formal 100 word apology and she delivered. i gave it 7/10 and continued playing with her sister. after she went to sleep me and anam facetimed again and as you would assume, i watched her study again but i didn’t fall asleep. i watched her until she finished. she ended the call but it didn’t stop there

AND SHE DID THE SAME THING TOO. whenever she’d look at me she would be all smiley and her eyes would smile too. this is the point where i thought she had fallen in love with me too. she kept telling me that i’m special because she never facetimes people or calls them. telling me that she never thought people noticed her like that. and assured to her she’s the most beautiful thing i’d ever laid my eyes on.

on saturday she was being hella needy and petty. she told me she wanted to me watch this movie about two gay people and i was like oh okay so. then she yelled at me saying that i should watch it without her. which means she wanted to watch it together. cutie. then i toyed with her and pretended like i had already started watching. then she started being dramatic saying that i might as well have just stabbed her and then she told me she was gonna ignore me. she ignored me for 3 minutes. her dad also knows about the fact that she’s always on the phone with me. her dad was like “is this who you’re always on the phone with” and she was like no…

after a bit we were talking about music and she asked if i had any songs that i dedicated to her and she dedicated a song to me (flawless - the neighbourhood). however i couldn’t tell her because if i do, i’d spoil to present i wanted to give her during the summer. i’ll link it here. so then she got hella petty and said she was gonna ignore me again. she ignored me for 11 minutes. SHES SO FUNNY.

this is where it gets a bit rough because anam was talking to other people and trying to make me jealous and i started crying for hours. she called me a whore as a joke and uh

then it got a bit deep because she realised that it’s unhealthy for me to do that but we moved past it. she went straight back to trying to make me jealous and i cried again.

i got very jealous and convinced her to get us a virtual pet to take care of so we can have something together. because her and eliza have matching phone cases, and her other friend laiba have matching home AND lock screens.

then she kinda stopped emailing (she was studying the whole time) and i started getting needy so i called her. she didn’t answer. then i started crying again. she asked why i called her then didn’t answer again i continued to cry. i told her i missed her and wanted her attention. she told me she missed me too but called me needy and a drama queen, as a joke.

she told me that she wanted to start focusing on studying so she will have to text less which upset me initially but i forgot about it because then we called and i helped her with maths

then i got the “u up?” email (LMAO) and she was calling me mommy and telling me she that she loves me and heheheheh

then TODAY, sunday, i was supposed to not text anam throughout the week then text her on sundays. and also to allow myself to go back on my phone freely. i texted anam instead of email and she seemed very excited to actually text me. she spammed me with a load of things she was saving from her camera roll. but after no more than 15 minutes she got dry. and was like i’m gonna stop texting me in5 minutes? and not come back for the rest of the day?? i was so obviously upset by this because i waited all week to just casually text her and now she’s gone. then she called me out for being a hyprocrite because i literally said the same thing last week. she said “so you’re allowed to leave but i’m not” and i felt really bad. but we left things hostile.

..and then she became an absolute beg after a couple minutes. she texted, emailed, then CALLED me. and i called back then she didn’t answer? then she called ME back and i answered and i caught and attitudeee but she apologised. then she called me.. twice more. because she missed me. but i made sure i left the call making her know i was annoyed.

but yeah, now we are gonna text at 9.30 hehehe

so guys does she like love me now? she can’t stay away from me despite being miss-nonchalant-avoidant-attachment-style

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