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leeofthevoid · 1 month

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Not so Meet-Cute

Part Two: Did we or Did we not?

Farleigh Start x Reader

a/n: This is just a thing I had in my drafts.

Word Count: 2218

Warnings: Strong language, Explicit Content

You and Farleigh didn’t exactly have the meet cute you desired to have.

It was the most awkward meeting you had since secondary school and it sucked ass. India hyped you up so much about how great he was and how you could at least bed him for one night since he was just that good.

Yeah…No fucking way.

Everything went okay for the date but man, he didn’t even try. Flirted with all the girls and guys you walked past while having that park date his cousin and India prepared for the two of you. Apparently you two would click like puzzle pieces, but what did those two know about games that make you think hard. At the end of the ‘date’ you were left with two melting cones of ice cream while Farleigh had a different woman in his arms, flirting with her. A fucking twat.

After a year of getting over that disaster, you are so tired of university and the fact that you had no avenue to destress, or what common folk say sexual frustration. You needed sex!

“India, I don’t think putting me in a shirt that spills my boobs out will attract the attention you think it will.” You comment as she hands you this corset type black top with matching A-line red skirt. “Relax, love. It’s our first day back in university and you deserve to turn heads.” You huff out a sigh of defeat and just grabbed whatever it is she asked you to wear.

You put it on and felt like the air was squeezed out of you. “My! You look so gorgeous babes, I’d snag you up if I swung that way.” You rolled your eyes as she adjusted the clips behind your top, making it at least breathable. Guess you won’t be eating today.

India was right, you did get a decent amount of attention. Even got yourself to turn heads from multiple people. Damn that diet and exercise bit your mum asked you to do with her over the summer payed off well. People started to reserve seats for you that you had to fight to get the year before. They complimented your hair, your eyes, your body. Well at least you had free lunch.

Everything went well…Until a little disaster happened. It was your afternoon class and you might have had a little too much of Annabel’s vegetarian sandwich when you heard a small tear on you. You looked down and it was your top, not big enough to be of alarm though, maybe get it stitched after your classes.

It did not go as planned. It started to rip off half an hour into class and you had to slide out from the room to run to the nearest bathroom. You barged in and opened the only cubicle that was working when the whole corset ripped in the middle of your chest, exposing your boobs if you didn’t hold on to it tightly with your hands. Curse these fabrics. Your friends all had classes and you didn’t even bring your own sweater. In short, you are fucked.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your wails were silenced when you heard a crash and the sound of footsteps hurriedly coming in, followed by sounds of…Kissing? No, moaning! Fuck!

“You’re doing so good for me, now be a good boy and open that door.” That voice sounded familiar and you were not excited about it. The other person…Guy whines as he tries to open your cubicle. The fuck is up with these bastards.

“Shit it’s locked.”

“Then force it open!” The more annoying voice said as the one pulling your door tries harder. After a few annoying and grueling moments of their struggle, you opened the latch and scowled at them. “Do you fucking mind?” You said, clutching the cloth on your chest as the other guy’s eyes widened.

Holy fuck? Isn’t that Andrew? He was an apparent pussy-enjoyer and acted like that hetero straight guy. Guess the closet can be invisible.

“Oh fuck.” Andrew said as he ran out of the bathroom. You are now left with that annoying shit you were praying to be so wrong about.

“Hello, Farleigh.” Voice dripping with distaste, clutching on your top harder.

He chuckled as he looked at you. Up and down with a wolf-whistle. “You look scrumptious, darling. Least you can do after ruining my little afternoon fuck.” He smirked, leaning on the door of the cubicle. “This is the women’s bathroom you little shit or did all that disease you carry finally blind you?” You said with annoyance, crossing your arms over your chest securely, but your struggle didn’t go unnoticed.

“Would have been a good insult if you weren’t in a bit of a situation yourself.” The sing-song voice was just adding more insult to injury. He was having a blast.

“Well at least you get to witness what nice looking tits look like.” You proudly said while you sat on the cover of the toilet, crossing one leg over the other. “What good are those tits you flaunt if no one even sucks them.”

“It’s called class, Farleigh. Bet you don’t even know the term ‘standards’. Yeah you should try that.”

“Little Andrew too low for you?” He had an amused expression, waiting for another jab.

“I guess you just take scraps now at this point. You desperate bitch.” You smiled up at him and raised your eyebrows.

It would have been a victorious moment if your stupid corset did not eventually give out. It ripped fully and loudly like it sided with Farleigh. You clutched on it for dear life, eyes full of fear when you heard Farleigh’s guffaws.

“Fuck! You know if you-you…Pffft.” He doubled over and clutched his stomach. “Shit, okay I’ll stop now. Pfft. Yeah okay I’m done.”

“Fuck off, Start!”

He collected himself and gave you a little smirk. “But…I’m your only hope at this point.”

He was fucking right. You had no choice. That evil grin on his face was slap-worthy but you wanted to go back and change without flashing the whole campus. You sighed in defeat and rolled your eyes. “Fine. Can I borrow your sweater?”

He smiled at you and looked at the spare knitted sweater hanging around his waist. “I mean…”

“Farleigh!”

“On one condition.”

You groaned, “What!”

“Well…A favor for a favor.”

This bitch! Seriously!

“Spill the fuck up or I will fuck your face up.” He gave you a challenging look before clearing his throat.

“Go to my dorm later. I need to destress.” He winked as he threw you his sweater that you quickly wore to conceal yourself. He left before you could ask more and now you owe him a favor.

Knowing Farleigh…It was a hundred percent sexual in nature.

India heard about it, minus the Farleigh part. She just assumed a desperate boy offered you his sweater and tried to shoot his shot.

You wish it was, could have been easier. You got to change into a more reasonable shirt but still kept the skirt going when India suddenly got a text from Farleigh.

“Hey babes, remember that hot american cousin Felix has?”

“…Date cheater?”

“Yeah. Well he told me to remind you about the favor.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up. “India I have somewhere I need to be.” Your best friend was confused but simply nodded her head.

You knocked on Farleigh’s door and immediately got pulled in. “What the fuck?”

“Annotate my essay.” He pulled you to his desk and gave you a pen then jumped on his bed. That was…Unexpected. He was in thinner clothes, hands occupied with a book. Said nothing else to you and read his book.

What the fuck? Okay then.

The room eventually fell silent as you worked on his paper. Imagine being in your former shitty date’s dorm, annotating a decent essay. It was crazy.

“Are you done?” He broke the silence, sitting up on his bed with a bored expression. It’s probably been an hour and surprisingly, you were done. “Yes, actually.” He wasted no time walking and leaned on the table, looking over your shoulder, checking your work.

“Wow, tits and brains? You are the package.” You rolled your eyes while you looked up at him, eventually locking eyes. “That’s it? No weird sexual favors that usually get asked around?” Farleigh chuckled.

“Would you have given me a handjob if I asked?”

“No.”

“See?” Well. He does have a point. You weren’t very discreet about disliking him. Even Felix knew about it. He squinted his eyes and then tapped your nose.

“Actually…Wanna make-out? Just bored.”

You know, if it weren’t for the lack of sex and fun, you would have never. But the curiosity and the boredom got to you too.

“Sure.” You shrugged and broke eye contact by looking down at his desk again.

“I mean, you did ruin my make-out session a few hours ago so…” You looked back at him with a scowl, his face visibly closer to yours.

He bit his lower lip, suppressing that fucking smile of his. “You know, what never min-“

Getting cut-off mid-sentence with his lips on yours was…Annoying. It was kind of an enjoyable annoying though.

He was quick to spin the chair you sat on and held on the two armrests while slowly kissing you. Soft and tender like you imagined.

He pulled you up the chair, hands snaking on the small of your back and the back of your neck, pulling you closer. The obvious size difference was a struggle, pulling you into his bed while you both traded desperate kisses.

He sat on his bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. Man this fucker really loves dragging you around like a ragdoll, but the insults can wait. Pushing away from each other didn’t even last a few seconds until one of you pulled back in.

He was so nice. So delicate. His lips were soft and his tongue, god his tongue worked wonders. He knew where you liked it and where you’d react, sliding down your bottom lip and exploring your mouth. He chuckled lowly when he could get a moan out of you, and even more so when his hands held a more sensitive part of your body. The room got degrees hotter than how it should be.

“How far are you taking this?” You asked, out of breath.

“Anything off limits?” His ragged voice, deep and velvety worked wonders on you but you had to stay vigilant. He’s still Farleigh.

“Anything down is a no-go.”

“And tits?”

“Fuck fine! Since you were so easy to insult the-“ He cut you off again with that big hand of his , massaging on your breast. It was just the right pressure to make you gasp. “Fuck.” You whined, causing you to wrap your arms around him.

All of a sudden his door burst open. “Farleigh you won’t believe this, India said Y/N got her shirt-“ Felix looked at the two of you on Farleigh’s bed, gossip cut short.

“Damn it Felix, knock mate. This is the fifth time!” You quickly got up from his lap and fixed yourself. “Hello, Catton. What did India say?”

“T’s nothing. Carry on.” He quickly closed the door behind him and left.

“I’m going.” You said while looking for your things, Farleigh just nodded and fell back on his bed. “See you around.” He said as you closed the door.

The days after felt normal. India got the appropriate rundown of events that happened, excluding the parts that she would definitely share Felix. There were a few changes, being with Farleigh in the group. Having a bit more colorful back and forth when you are in the same space. The playful smirks and coy smile he has when his arms are wrapped around other people. Maybe let’s not forget the lingering touches he gives you when people are too occupied.

“You know, that little toy you brought is interesting.” You jolted up as Farleigh dropped on the couch, bottle of cheap wine in hand. “Don’t get too interested now, I just managed to catch that one.” The party was muffled from where you sat, only the ones that passed out or was making moves with eachother settled in the living room with the two of you. “Speaking of, where is he?”

“David?”

“Mhm?” Farleigh nodded then took a swig of his drink.

“Huh…” There was a visible look of dumbfoundedness on your face when you realized you lost your date for at least half an hour now. “Holy fuck, I just lot my ticket to shagville.”

“Oh god…Ew!” Farleigh cringed, scooting away from you. “Seriously? Shagville? The fuck are you, ninety?”

“Oh, you’d want that so bad huh?” You teased.

A comfortable silence enveloped the room. Farleigh continued to take drinks from his bottle while you lit up a joint he borrowed from you once in a while.

He blew raspberries, playing with his bottle or poking you. “So…”

“So…?”

“Wanna make-out?” He asked, voice slurring a little.

You shrugged, checked around th room for a few moments and just accepted the fact that your date is not coming back.

“Sure.” You shrugged.

He nodded and stood up pulling you with him in search of a place to fool around.

a/n: Part two?! SMUT?!

#farleigh start #farleigh x reader #farleigh x you #saltburn movie #saltburn fics #farleigh catton #I want him so bad #please give him #to me #my baby

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paddockbunny · 1 year

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Your comments about Pierre have me wanting a Pierre oneshot from you!!!

The Moustache Test Drive

Summary: Pierre finally gave into you and grew in the moustache to his beard…but he wants you to “test drive” it to make sure it stays Rating: 18+. Pairing : Pierre Gasly x Reader Word Count : 1,793. Trigger Warnings : 18+, NSFW, adult content, adult language, oral female receiving, slight fingering, slightly rough action 💞Authors Note : Seeing as Mr Gasly hasn’t given us any gif worthy clips of his delicious new addition (if he still indeed has it) then we’ll roll with this hot af one ✌🏼

You buzzed with excitement. It wouldn’t be long till you were off the plane and back with your new boyfriend to celebrate the New Year. You had only properly been dating Pierre for the past three months and everything was still new and thrilling. And while you felt like you were in a fast paced, blissful haze you also felt strangely settled and content with him. All of your friends back home were right though when they told you not to get ahead of yourself and just take the moments as they came. You knew he had a bit of a history with short term relationships (and being a massive flirt) so knew to keep things at a nice steady pace instead of jumping head first into things. But none the less, as soon as the wheels of your plane touched down in Dubai you couldn’t contain yourself.

Pierre text you as soon as you were off the plane and heading toward the first class luggage reclaim area to get your luggage (as Pierre had booked your seat for you he spared no expense) to tell you that he was waiting for you in the arrivals hall. You were so eager to get through and get your hands on him. You had last seen him two weeks ago and yet you were addicted to him your fingers tingled for wanting to be on his skin.

While the lovely man from the airline pushed your multiple bags for you on a trolley you broke out into a gigantic smile when you saw him. Pierre was standing there waiting for you with a smile on his own face too. And then something just grasped hold of you and you broke into a slow sprint to get to him quicker. And when you reached him his arms engulfed you and you were lifted clean off your feet. “Fuck, I’ve missed you!” He sighed as he held your body to his. All you could think of was how it felt to be back in his energy and how strong his body felt around you. As Pierre lowered you back to your feet you needed his lips on yours, you craved it above all else. Your hand went to the back of his head and he got the hint but right as his lips touched yours something was different and you immediately pulled your head away to check. “Pierre!” You gasped and he looked at you with mocked confused as to why you had stalled. “What is that?” It came out of your mouth without even thinking but it wasn’t because you were appalled it was because it was amusing and you realised he had listened to your pleas. “Oh! This?” He tan his fingers over the newly formed hair filling the space between his upper lip and his nose. “I’m trying it out….my girlfriend begged me.” He did that signature Gasly smirk and cheeky tongue thing that drove you wild. “I didn’t beg you.” You playfully tried to correct him but he wasted no time putting his hand around your neck and pulling you back into him. “We can debate that later, just shut up and let me kiss you.” And so you did. And he did. And it was fucking perfect.

It didn’t take long till you were both back in Pierre’s suite. He stood watching as the hotel porters unloaded your luggage from the bellhop trolley in slight amazement and dumbfounded-ness. “Mon Amour, are you on vacation or moving in?” And you rolled your eyes. You had over packed - yes, that was true - but you wanted to look good for him and he hadn’t told you anything about what this Dubai trip would entail so you wanted to be prepared for every eventuality. You had enough bikinis to last the full two weeks and also plenty for activities outfits like sand-dunning and (god forbid) if he wanted to jump out of a plane and skydive. Glancing at the cases you figured at least you would always be dressed appropriately. After Pierre shook the palm of the porters hands - tipping them generously - they left the suite which finally left the pair of you alone, you immediately thought of the moustache again.

“So what made you give in?” Asking him playfully while removing your sweatshirt and catching a glimpse of the newly formed upper lip invader. He turned to you but didn’t comprehend what you were referring too till you rubbed your top lip. With an exhale and a joking eye roll he told you; “Well, this really beautiful but kind of annoying girl said I looked like a baby wolverine and I guess I want to be the full grown, wolverine that gets to do this….” The whole time he had been speaking he closed the space between the pair of you and without a shred of hesitation he grabbed you round the waist and shoved you forcefully - but in a super hot way that made a gasp leave your body - against the wall to the side of you. An agreeable “hmm” purred from way down deep inside your body as you adjusted to having your back flat against the cool, cold wall. From Pierre’s expression you knew the noise you had just made pleased him immensely.

“I think you need to take it for a test drive.” He hummed. His eyes flickering down to your lips before falling lower to where your chest was heaving in your sports crop. “What do you mean?” You sort of knew what he was hinting at - it was one of the main reasons you really wanted him to grow it in the first place - but you liked the feral side that came out in Pierre when you acted so innocent with him. Without one single moment of indecision Pierre grinned smugly before slowly getting on his knees before you. You tried to regain control of your breathing because it had become erratic as soon as Pierre’s fingers hooked under the waistband of your leggings and began to pull them down. He paused for a second to pull your trainers off and finished getting you out of the sage green tight Lycra. You whimpered his name when the slightly rough pads of his fingertips ran up and down your thighs but his eyes were on the prize and he was laser focused. Intently you watched him as he reached for your simple thin thong and just as he had done with your leggings he pulled it down your legs tantalisingly slowly. Pierre’s hand then firmly went to the backside of your thigh and your eyes left left him as he repositioned himself and put your leg over his shoulder, his mouth now tormentingly close to where you were desperate to feel him.

Pierre worked quickly. After fleetingly glimpsing up to you he ran his index and forefinger up and down your dampening folds before finally he stopped teasing and parted you. Pierre’s tongue then swiped over your sensitive bundle of nerves in one featherlight and slow, so painfully slow, stripe. You sighed as he continued driving you insane by taking his time with you. The tip of his tongue stroking up and down, up and down. The pressure wasn’t enough and you were sure you hadn’t breathed since Pierre began this torture so your shoved your hand through his hair to urge him to step it up a notch. Which he did. He took your hint and sealed his mouth around your now aching, pulsating clit and sucked strongly. The action made a full shiver rack through you and you it made a sound of sheer pleasure roll from the back of Pierre’s throat, as if he was devouring his favourite meal. You mentally thanked your body for its response because Pierre gripped hold of your butt and made sure you got all the strength of his tongue. Your breath caught in your throat as his name was teetering on the tip of your tongue but he surprised you by pulling away and looking at your pussy, glistening with a mixture of your wet arousal and his saliva. He clearly admired it for a moment before he delved back in and this time his tongue went lower and this time you felt the moustache graze against your sensitive little bundle. “Fuck!” You gasped, unable to hold it back anymore. You wanted him to know how good it was, how good he was, his good his tongue was. Your fingers tangled into his hair and pulled on it so he knew how badly you wanted more. Which he gladly gave you but all you could think of was the new sensation of his moustache. The slight prickly sting against your fleshy bud was a reminder of all the begging you did weeks ago to get Pierre to stop shaving his upper lip. It wasn't a selfish move - be truly looked better with it and it completed his beard - but fuck, as he was close to making you climax you mentally thanked yourself for being so relentless.

However, it was Pierre that was the relentless one now and he really stepped on the gas and accelerated all of the movements he was making. Short, longing licks were replaced by merciless lapping of his tongue and you had been so focused on the feel of the upper lip addition that you missed him adding his fingers into play. You had become a panting, quivering mess by the time your orgasm was hammering down on top of you and you were struggling to hold out. The attempt really was futile because Pierre hummed against you and his fingertips found the fleshy mound inside of you and grazed it repeatedly. And that was it. You were gone in seconds. You came so hard that the leg that was holding you up almost gave way. Your body vibrated as Pierre brought you to the edge and pushed you over it. You orgasmed so hard that you would testify to seeing stars in front of your eyes, they were clamped that tightly shut. And he lapped up all of the juicy mess that you made. He always praised you and claimed you were his favourite taste in the world and it was no different now. The only difference was when Pierre sat back on his knees and your leg fell from his shoulder you couldn’t help but bite your lip at the look of him. His moustache was glistening, coated in the product of your orgasm.

“Is it staying?” He was so arrogant in the way he asked you but in the come down of your high you shakily laughed

“It is absolutely staying.”

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unrequitedloveletter · 11 months

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The Fire That Burns Within- N.L x fem! reader Chapter Four

Masterlist

all right! After a day of delay, here’s the fourth chapter! I tried to go really in depth with all of this so if any of the math I’ve done is wrong, I apologize. The hope with this fic is that it’ll be all posted in the next nine or ten days, provided that no more delays occur

Fic type- this is hurt/no comfort (hurt with an angsty ending)

Warnings- mentions of debt, mentions of death, there is one direct mention of what the king did to genya and a use of the word rapist, (y/n directly tells nikolai his father is a rapist)

“To start, your great line of kings is the entire reason Ravka is broke,” You said a week and a half later. It’d been a week of half-baked attempts on Nikolais part to get you to like him, and at that point, you were just ready to make your disdain for his bloodline clear as water. “They emptied the war treasury and the countries funds and fucked over every single person in Ravka at that time. The fact that your father has continued to dig Ravka deeper in it’s pit of debt is not exactly a point won for your bloodline, is it?”

You’d been going on a walk through the corridors of the Spinning Wheel, Nikolai a respectable distance behind you. If he ever took another step closer, you took two further away. You refused to let yourself be beguiled by him, be won over by his charms.

“I knew that was going to be your first object of disdain,” Nikolai said. “However, what makes you think you can bring that up if you have no offerable solutions for us to get out of debt with the other countries?”

“How much debt has the Lantsov line accrued with each nation in the time since they took the reins?”

“About thirty million with each country, and I’m saying that in confidence,” he said, a warning tone clipping the end of his sentence. You liked your home too much to ever tell any spies how much debt he’d accrued with the countries his bloodline had borrowed from, though you did understand the concern. You would’ve said it the same way, even if it pained you to admit you would’ve done the same as Nikolai had.

“A hundred and fifty million coin?” You asked, not at all shocked by the number. “My theories about you Lantsovs pushing your luck even when there is none left are correct indeed.”

“A solution would be preferrable to the bite of your sarcasm.” Nikolai said, his voice a bit clipped in his irritation.

“Get volunteers,” you said. “Hold events, galas, dinners. Charge money for a ticket or a seat. Put the money to the debts you owe. Events wherein you can host a crowd of 10,000–though, considering the debt, I do doubt you have the money to rent a space so large–can have thirty thousand in coin going towards the debts if you pay them off one by one and charge thirty coin for a ticket or a seat. Putting a price on the food you serve or adding that to the ticket pricing can have you at 150,000 coin after one event if the food is of good quality and good taste. If you held an event every two months–”

“I could have the first of the debts paid off in roughly a year and a half,” Nikolai cut. “All of the debts themselves could be paid off in seven years, maximum. You’re a genius.”

“Big events aren’t the only way,” you said. “You could start a couple of things in the city, a couple of city festivals. Live music, dancing, kvas and tea from golden samovars. Less would be charged for a ticket but it’s an easy way to make 10,000 kruge and the money piles quickly if you hold multiple events throughout spring and summer. Festivals weekly from May through to early September would land you a lot. If you went from the first of May to the fifteenth of September, that’s twenty three weeks and 200,000 thousand kruge if you can manage to have ten thousand people gathering for live music every single week. It’s a stretch, but it could work with proper planning and correlation with all of Ravkas cities.”

“Anything else?”

“Palace tours,” you suggested. “You’re to be the king and the tourists will find it a fun item to check off their itineraries. You can overcharge for them if you like, too. You’ll be the king. People will expect it.”

“Thank you for your insight.”

“I resent myself for giving it to you.”

“Here I thought you were finally starting to like me,” Nikolai said. You scoffed.

“I would never,” you said. “I detested your father, I detested Vasily, I detest the Darkling, and I will detest you in turn.”

“The Darkling is not my relative.”

“He worked closely with your rapist father,” you said. “Just because you are not related to him does not mean your family has not worked closely with him. I detested your father, I detest the Darkling, and I will detest you in turn.”

Nikolai laughed. “And if you come to work with me in the next few years?”

“I will not,” you said. “And if I do, then that is to mean that I will have changed my mind based upon the actions of one Lantsov compared to a line of at least twenty five of them. Thinking of it now makes me think that the woman I will be–provided that I do decide to work with or for you in any capacity–will have turned out to be quite the magnificent fool.”

You turned, caught a glimpse of the devilishly handsome smirk. “You speak like him,” he said. “the Darkling.”

It was a jab. It was designed to hurt you.

Still, even though you were determined that it would not, the words hurt like a knife being plunged into your chest and killing you instantly.

For a moment, you were a girl of seventeen, one of the Darklings charges, one of Genya Safins closest friends and a girl blinded by what she thought was greatness.

You were a girl who had seen so much and had managed to live through more than that even still.

You were a girl who did not know that the Darkling wanted to use fear as his weapon, not respect, not admiration or love or the adoration of the world en masse.

You were a seventeen year old girl who hated Nikolai Lantsov and daydreamt about killing his father when you were meant to be training with Zoya. You were the girl who would’ve shattered and killed the prince the moment you heard the words fall from his mouth.

But, you came back to yourself. You were not a girl blinded by percieved greatness or the Darklings looks, the mystery in his darkness. You were not a girl who thought the Darkling would find a way to destroy the Fold and rejoice in his effort when it was done.

No. You were Y/N L/N, a twenty year old Inferni, and you wanted to die.

“Please do not draw that comparison again,” you whispered, a part of you shattering internally. A deep pain had settled in your stomach, nausea crawling through your chest and warming your skin. “I could not bear it if you did.”

You’d rushed to your rooms before Nikolai could utter a response, had objected to curl up into your bed and cry silently until you fell asleep.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone #shadow and bone netflix

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stationoneeighteen · 3 years

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Northern Sky - Nick Drake music featured on 9-1-1 (17/?)

#911 #911edit #911 fox #911 on fox #911verse #daily911 #maddie buckley #evan buckley #the buckley siblings #did i cry the entire time whilst making this? yes... yes i did #this entire scene just makes me so emotional #i tried to put multiple clips in the first gif but when i went to export it the file was around 20mb #my edits #music series

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danger-noodle-uwu · 3 years

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i have this random thought in my head that- the demons are demons, and so there’s a chance that their hair doesn’t really grow, or it at least grows too slow for hair cuts to really be a necessity.

so i was wondering if maybe you could do a trans masc!mc where their hair is growing too long for their liking? this can be platonic or romantic with any or all of the demon bros, up to you hon.

have a nice day!

Lucifer

The first-born personally loves long hair especially if they are yours, so it could be assumed he is quite the sucker for it.

He loves the little bounces they do each time you walk, the way they land across your face as you work and he gets the grand opportunity of pushing them behind your ear or the way he could tug at them during intimate moments.

Honestly, during his heaven days, he probably had long hair too which were always caged in a warrior style braid. Later, he cut them off as they provided a good grip to the enemy.

But that doesn't mean, he would force his opinion on you. Of course not. Though that won't stop him from constantly complimenting your hair.

If you wish to get a cut, he can do it. He's done mammon's haircuts before however he won't tell you any of it. However, Satan might just to piss him off.

He would say no, that he might ruin your perfectly beautiful hair.

Unless you are really desperate, he wouldn't agree but puppy eyes from your end will make him cower.

Once he gives in, he trims your hair rather skillfully than expected.

Yet nothing in life is for free, he demands a payment of cuddles and kisses from you for the rest of the day more clingy.

Mammon

Despite people thinking, he'd love your hair. It isn't exactly right, don't get him wrong, he odes love your hair but he prefers when they were short. They were so cute and fluffy and everything which he misses like a lot.

Mammon had multiple hairstyles in the past, some had him guilty, others were simply a secret. He had long hair but that was him as a young demon and you know what they say about young demons, uneducated and filth that rivens everything.

Though that slight dislike wouldn't stop him from making braids, he just can't give up the old habit of doing lilith's hair before she went to sleep. Oh, the good old days...

When you mention about getting a cut, his brain goes "brrrrr *ping* Lucifer!!" And now he's all happy since you can get a cut.

After the cut though, he realized he really did love your long hair as much as the short. Yet, happy for you and kinda sad, he jumped on you as soon as the eldest had done his work.

Afterwards, he put tiny clips at the end of your hair strand, making you all cute/emo and then proceeded to squeeze you in a tight loving hug.

Leviathan

Honestly, if he said cosplay wasn't he first came to his head then he would be lying, yet it wasn't the only idea.

Braids. Buns. Ponytails. And so much more. Long hair=fluffy/smooth hair and he loves that.

Though he might shy away if you confront him about that, a stuttering mess calling you so cute and attractive and hot. Yeah, that's his way of appreciation through stutters and mumblings.

He isn't exactly keen on cutting your hair but trimming it can be done. He has experience of cutting wigs and sometimes his own hair, so your in safe hands.

His hands are as skilled as Asmo's, they work their way up in your scalp, massaging it before the cut and the begins the work.

Honestly, he tried his best and your hair turned out pretty decent especially considering the fact he didn't actually do someone's hair. Ever.

Afterwards, levi silently told you that he would miss those cute buns and sweet ponytails.

Embracing you, he whispers of how now he will add little tiny clips to your hair or make it curly or wavy or straight or anything!!

Satan

Well, according to the avatar of wrath you are perfect no-matter how you look, though he does have soft spot for your hair.

He likes to play with it while reading, to see it all adorably fall over your face and the way it lands on his face when you cuddle. It is all smooth/fluffy.

He's prefers your hair were slightly short, they might become an issue to deal with. Afterall, how can you manage such long hair and tells you it's okay, he has connections.

His connections are very helpful, for they found you a pretty decent hairstylist who seemed to rid of the unwanted length.

Personally, Satan wouldn't have let you get a trim but again he wasn't suffering any inconvenience of any sorts and he remembers your words too

Afterwards, Satan's would try to continue his day much like any other despite frowning at almost everything.

You notice that quick enough, asking him if he is okay' to which he replies 'he is' 2hen he somewhat isn't.

You embrace him tightly and giggle realizing that it was all about the trim, he liked your hair the way it was before.

Avatar of wrath pouts at your giggles and asks if that was so childish of him, only for him to recieve a kiss in reply.

He has never blushed more harder. Ever.

Asmodues

You are adorable!!!! Asmo can't help but want to braid it or make buns like space buns and add some glitter to your hair with matching clips.

And guess what?!! You are fifty times more adorable, he adores the length of those pretty locks and loves to buy accessories.

Oh and each time you complain, you are going to lectured about how cute//hot you are, how much pretty your hair are and how you shouldn't call them ugly or too long for liking.

And later the same day, he had an hairstylist come over who knew him pretty well and gave you a nice trim.

Though he was grumpy, he stayed clingy as ever.

Asmo while wrapping his arms around you who is seated in his lap and grumbles "I miss your long hair. I swear if you get up, I'll— i'll cry... hmmph!" He pouts.

Usually, asmo wouldn't go out of his way just to let you get a trim he didn't want you to get, it was because he couldn't stand you getting upset about yourself and he didn't want that.

Much like everyone claims, Avatar of lust indeed is a king of self-love and refuses to let any hate get to you even your own (tho you ain't hatin nothing) and doesn't want you to suffer any inconvenience either.

His darling deserves the best and he will give it to you. Oh but he may kinda bug you to dye your hair. ("Come on just the flag colours!")

Beelzebub

Unlike most, beel doesn't really have opinion on your hair, he just thinks each thread of your being is beautiful much like masterpiece created by a skilled artist.

He doesn't really care about the styles you'd prefer or wear he just thinks you are amazing with or without it.

However at times, like when those locks cutely fall over you face and the pout you make afterwards is even more adorable.

He's never really done someone's hair, but if you agree beel might give you one and it would be pretty decent despite being him unexperienced.

Beel wouldn't really celebrate as much over the length but he might give you tiny clips that look like the flag.

He doesnt really know why you would dislike the how long your hairs however he will respect your opinion.

He stays the same without a slight change in behavior, sweet and gentle.

Beel likes to admit it's not the clothes, that make you look beautiful, it is you who makes the clothes look pretty.

And there is nothing in the world that could match you beauty. Not even Aphrodite.

Belphegor

The sleepy demon prefers your old cut where he could snuggle upto you and inhale your scent without your hair going in his nose.

Your short hair were soft like petals of freshly bloomed flower and smooth, luscious like silk and smelled like marshmallows, he claims.

Though he wouldn't exactly vocalize his opinion, he would whine subconsciously when your hair would go over his face.

He wants to snuggle but your hairs gets in the way but at the same time he wanna braid it and chop it off on particularly bad days.

He would probably ask lucifer to trim your hair, when both of you had enough of those locks which served nothing more than as an inconvenience to both you and him.

When finally your hair was trimmed, he smiled a little gummy smile at you sleepily.

He tucked a flower neatly behind your ear and told you he wants his snuggles that he had missed out on before.

And that day, belphi had the biggest smile on his face as he snuggled upto your warmth.

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and they were roommates?!

SapnapxFem!Reader

Summary: Imagine being in love with your roommate, couldn't be you.

Pronouns: She/her

Warning: Swearing

Word Count: 2.3k

A/n: I don’t watch or know anything, I just like these people and I had a concept. Also, he and Dream aren’t roommates in this for the sake of I can’t figure that out. Also also, my timeline is probably fucked but who cares

The dynamic in the apartment was...interesting to say the least

In the two years of living together, it had shifted a lot

In the beginning, you and Sapnap had been... less than cordial to each other

Both eighteen, fresh out of high school, off to college thinking that you knew everything.

There was lots of fighting, to say the least.

All of the “No it’s your turn to vacuum”, and “I swear to god Sapnap I will punt you halfway across the world if you eat my pineapple again”

The only reason you didn’t slit each other’s throats was that if the other person was dead, who would pay rent?

It was the summer before college started at the time, and you were working long hours minimum wage so coming]’/ home to an annoying prick caused a crap ton of conflict

After a few months of being little bitches to each other, y’all got piss drunk in the apartment and it all just sorta fell apart

Got that good drunk therapy, spilling your deepest secrets

(y’all were underage but shhh)

So by the time college started, the two of you had become actual friends and started enjoying each others company

A few months into the friendship, you encouraged him to post the video of “Minecraft, but it’s Raining Cats and Dogs” on a whim

Lmao little did you know what you had created (we’ll get to that later)

You mocked his train of thought constantly, laughing at the timing of it all.

“Ahhh yes, I am Sapnap, the genius who thought it’d be great to become a YouTuber while in my first year of college.”

He’d always just laugh and roll his eyes, playfully shoving you while stealing your chips.

The next few months were a haze of studying, work, and him.

It was truly a friendship of convenience since you guys were so busy, him starting his youtube career, and you working restaurants, then school on top of that, it was just easy to find friendship in your roommate.

Of course, he had his close friends which he spoke to over the internet, and you had your friends from back home, but as for college, it really was only him.

You guys had a fun time just hanging around the apartment, and it became so easy to be friends with him

And it WAS truly platonic (we’ll get back to that as well)

The best thing he brought to the friendship was his animals

You got on fabulously with Cash and the cats

They were all so cuddly and honestly loved you more than him lmao

You guys were just trying to get degrees and not be too stupid, was that too much to ask???

Well to a certain 2020, it was

The beginning of that year was great.

He was sorta realizing that he liked putting himself on social media, but on top of that, it seemed like a great start to a year.

February brought him to twitch, which you loved

You found it hilarious how he would just sorta play games and have people watch him live.

But you were incredibly supportive, as a friend, of course

He really liked it so, you tried to ignore the shouting at three am, and the loud anthems at night

Sure you’d give him hell in the morning, but why kill his fun?

March started great, as it was his birthday.

You got him a glittery lighter as a gag, but it was the perfect gift for a broke-ass college student

Then a certain pandemic came a-knockin’ on y’all’s door

It was a hard hit on both of you.

An executive decision was made that you two would stay put, but being away from your families was incredibly tough.

That spring was the birth of The SMP.

It brought him so much joy, which in turn made you happier.

The rest of the school year was a blur of zooms and test

Nick nearly killed you on multiple occasions when you made fun of the fact that he was learning computer science over the computer or made him help you figure out what the fuck zoom was since it was tangentially related to his major

“SAP HELP ME YOU SHOULD KNOW THIS ITS YOUR FUCKING MAJOR!!!”

“NO, IT’S- AHHHHHHHHH”

Yall got more than a handful of noise complaints shhhh

That summer was fill was spent trying to fill the time in weird ways

Note to self, he can’t cook (which you learned the hard way)

Yall spent so much time trying to cook and bake, then sweating off the calories working out with The Fitness Marshall lmao

As sucky as the situation was, that summer was so incredibly fun for the both of you, and truthfully the only arguments were about what music to blast

“Y/n I swear if I listen to Cosmicandy one more time I will drown you.”

“Well if I hear American Idiot one more time someone’s knee caps are getting harvested.”

(that argument was settled with Elton John.)

When school started up again that fall, something shifted

After a year of actual friendship, you guys were no longer just friends, and the tension was so thick it could be cut with a knife

You had watched every single one of his streams since day one, but within 2 seconds of his Love or Host, you felt the need to hurl for some peculiar reason

It was bizarre because there was no way you could ever like him, of course not.

Within the apartment, you guys suddenly got a lot more touchy, but only because it was getting cold with winter and all that jazz.

It wasn’t because yall were secretly in love, what is this, a romcom?

The number of times you guys woke up on the couch, definitely not cuddling was too many to count

You started sitting in his room while he streamed, definitely not watching him with heart eyes because of how excited he got

He always had a pot of coffee full and a 6-pack of monster in the fridge since he knew you ran on spite and caffeine, and definitely not so that he could spend more time with you in the early hours of the morning.

The laundry started getting all mixed around, resulting in just sharing any sweats, hoodies, or socks.

The same thing went for food.

No longer was anything labeled with a name, if it was in the fridge, it was fair game (unless there was a post-it because come on, yall weren’t monsters)

But no, y’all were just roommates, not dating, lets make that clear.

Feelings? We don’t know her.

This entire time, his friends have had to hear about you rip.

But they got front row seats to your relationship development

“OMG my roommate is the worst she ate all of the frozen strawberries”

“Y/n kidnapped Storm all day while she studied and I thought I lost the fucking cat asjvdk”

“I had to run down and talk to the landlord because we dropped a pot of pasta sauce all over the carpet and couldn’t get the damn stain out.”

“She is so nice in preparation for a family dinner zoom, she ran out to the local Filipino food place and pick stuff up.”

“Sorry I’m late I overslept and didn’t want to wake up Y/n.”

They weren’t stupid, and could clearly see how whipped he was.

Dream and Geroge teased him about it constantly.

“Woah, calm down Sap, you should probably tell her you love her before you propose.”

“Yeah Dream’s right, it’s kinda weird that you’re living together before ever dating.”

He always flushed and denied it with a shake of his head.

He wasn’t into you, are they crazy?

Quackity and Karl messed with him in more unorthodox ways

There are a solid number of clips where they are fake crying over how he’s cheating on them, and even more tweets to match

It only got worse when you met them accidentally.

He was chatting post-stream on a video channel with George, Dream, Karl, and Quackity, and just his luck, you came into his room.

Like of all the times you could walk in, it was the time he was with his five closest friends but I digress

“Yo I got some extra tips yesterday so I picked up some extra Red Bull if you want to do one of your weird all-nighter streams.”

“Y/n I’m on channel.”

“Oh shit sorry my b. Catch.”

All the guys heard was a thud and a groan from Sapnap as the six-pack hit him in the chest.

Dream was the one to recognize your name.

“WAIT IS THAT Y/N I WANT TO MEET THEM!”

You could hear Dream’s voice through his headphones

“Sap… who is that?”

“No one. I’ll be out in a sec to help with dinner.”

You could hear a British voice come through.

“Oh so we are no one now, huh.”

Another voice piped through.

“Common... ¿Qué intentas ocultar?”

You cut in.

“Your headset it shit my guy. I can hear everything. I’m down to talk to them.”

He let out a groan.

“Fine. But you’re gonna have to do the dishes tonight.”

“Deal. Now move.”

“What? No.”

“Fine bitch.”

You collapsed onto his lap, plucking the headphones off of him.

“Hello, Sapnap’s friends. I am Y/n. A pleasure to meet y’all. Can you hear me?”

You heard a series of laughs through the headset, and a voice came through.

“Yes, we can see you too. I’m Karl, it’s so nice to finally meet his girlfriend.”

A blush rose on both of your faces, and another voice came through.

“Yeah, we’ve heard lots about you. Plus we can’t see your face in that picture Sap sent us. I’m Quackity”

That remark stopped your embarrassment in its tracks.

“What the fuck? How do you guys know me? I’m not even his girlfriend? And what picture?”

Sapnap grabbed your arm to calm you down as another voice cut in, but his one you recognized as his friend Dream.

“Hey, it’s okay. He just talks about you a bit, and the picture I believe was of you holding like three cats with like a red bull can on your head.”

“Jesus fucking christ why do they have that photo??”

He looked guilty but chuckled.

“Because that photo is a damn masterpiece.”

Karl’s voice came back in with a giggled.

“Soooo, Y/n we’d love to hear about you. Specifically anything funny or embarrassing that you have learned by living with him.”

Sapnap let out a groan from behind you as you went off.

“WELL lemme tell y’all, he has no cooking knowledge, well I mean, now he does, but one time, about a year ago, I had I been keeping a pot of water boiling for about an hour, soft boiling eggs, cooing noodles, blanching bok choy, etc. but this fucking genius is like ‘oH tHe HaNdLe Is StIcKiNg OuT. LeMmE mOvE iT wItH mY bArE hAnD.’ Needless to say, he burnt the crap outta his hand and kept the bag of frozen blueberries on it for the entire night. It took me like a solid five seconds to actually help him because I was laughing.”

By the time you had finished that story, you had seen Nick roll his eyes like 5 five times while the rest of the guys were wheezing.

“Yeah, well remember the time you were trying to imitate Rapunzel after we had watched it over Zoom with my sister, and you swung the edge of the frying pan into our head and got a nasty bump on it? At least I moved quick enough to put some ice on it.”

“Ice? It was the damn leftover Slushy that I had been freezing.”

“True, but you got to drink it after, so it was a win-win situation.”

“Sap, I had a bump the size of a golfball coming off of my temple. There was no winning.”

“Fine, you’re just making me sound like such a shit roommate.”

“No that’s not true, you do all of the talking to the landlord, and you at least tried to muffle the noise when you stream.”

“I guess that’s true, but you do like 80% of the cleaning.”

“Yeah but only because you’re working. Plus in the past 6 months, you’ve made coffee every morning, AND made sure I was taking my meds.”

“Those things aren’t that hard and I do it to make sure you don’t die because I lo- care about you.”

“What?”

You heard Dream’s wheeze laugh and remembered that you guys were still on call.

“Smooth.”

You both went red, and Sap moved his arm around you to leave the channel.

The next few moments were complete torture, the two of you just sitting in silence.

You were wondering if he meant what he was about to say and he was scared that you had heard it.

He was the one to break the silence. (mind you you’re still sitting on his lap lmao)

“I’m sorry about that.”

You weren’t sure how to respond. Should you ask him if he meant it? Because that wouldn’t be that bad. Or just pretend it never happened. Nah that’d be hella awkward. Or-

“I love you too.”

“You what?”

Wow, okay your brain is being a little bitch rn, but fuck it. Balls to the walls baby.

“I love you, and I have for a while now. I just want you to know.”

You finally looked him in the eye, and he was grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

“Thank god. I love you, and nearly fucking told you for the first time in front of my friends accidentally. Damn, I’m smooth.”

You laughed and he smiled wider.

“Can I kiss you?”

After a quick nod he swooped in and holy hell his lips felt great. His arm wound around your waist and your hands made their way to his jaw as he pulled you closer to him.

The only thing playing in your mind was “and they were roommates”

#sapnap x reader #sapnap #sapnapxreader #sapnap fluff #sapnap fanfic #sapnap fanfiction #sapnap x you #sapnap x y/n

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Already Gone

Dr. Spencer Reid x Reader

Words: 3477

Part One of Two

Summary: With a relationship interfering with your dangerous job, you force yourself to break things off with your boyfriend. Reid tries to maintain a professional relationship, but can’t deny his heart break. Inspired by Already Gone, a cover by Sleeping at Last.

Notes: Welp. I can’t resist putting my boys through as much pain as possible and Spencer is no exception. I was actually inspired by a pair of imagines I did for Bellamy Blake a couple of years ago, so I recommend checking those out as well. As always, let me know what you think and what you look forward for in part two!

Warnings: Plenty of angst and violence

More Criminal Minds: HERE

It never would have worked out right

We were never meant for do or die

You had finally let it happen. You’d let your feelings cloud your judgement and nearly got a hostage killed. Throwing your badge down on your desk, you hunched over it, hands gripping the wooden edge and breathing heavily. You wanted to break something, anything, but most of all you wanted to punch the wall until your knuckles split.

The rest of the team walked by your desk silently. They each knew you were beating yourself up, but they collectively decided it’d be best to let you cool off before anybody said anything. Even Hotch just gave you a reassuring nod and went to his office to fill out paperwork. While the group all moved on, one person remained. The one person you couldn’t look at right now.

“Not now, Reid.” You snapped, jerking your head up to see his concerned eyes. You had hoped that your aggressive tone would make him steer clear, but he stood his ground.

“You know what happened wasn’t your fault-”

“Don’t you start on me too.” You fell back into your chair, wanting to just disappear into the floor.

“Can we at least talk?” Spencer’s quiet and hurt voice was breaking you and you just wanted to shut it out. You buried your face in your hands and felt his hand on your shoulder. You melted into his touch, your body giving in while your heart still ached over your mistake. You knew what you had to do. It was the only way to ensure nothing like today ever happened again.

“Yeah, let’s go talk.” You said suddenly, heading to the elevator. Spencer followed you hesitantly, his face still painted with worry and confusion. As soon as the doors closed, he spoke.

“I understand that you are upset about how things happened, but we still saved a young girl today.”

“No, Prentiss saved that girl. I almost let her die.” The elevator started its descent and you felt your body pulling you down with it. The weight on your chest was crushing you and while part of you knew that Spencer was the only one that could lift it off of you, you couldn’t afford to be that selfish anymore.

“Y/N, that wasn’t your fault.” He reached out for you, but you pulled away. You kept your eyes forward, avoiding the wounded look in his eyes.

“Yes. It was. Reid, the unsub got to me by using you.”

“W-what do you mean?” His eyes widened.

“He could tell that we’re together. Somehow, he knew and he used that against me. He told me everything he would do to you and I almost killed him.” You balled your fists at your sides, your mind running through everything that psycho had threatened to do to Spencer. “I almost killed him and lost that little girl because I couldn’t control myself. If Prentiss hadn’t found her in time…”

“Y/N,” This time, when he grabbed your hands, you didn’t back away. He brought them up to his lips and gently kissed your knuckles- bruised from your struggle with the unsub, “it was one mistake. You hesitated. Agents hesitate all the time when they’re in a situation like that.”

“Not us, Reid. Not me.” You started to pull away, but his hands gripped yours. He wasn’t rough, but it was enough to keep you in place.

“That’s another thing,” He started, his voice sounding more hurt than before, “why do you keep calling me Reid?” He was right. Like J.J., you always called him Spence, or Spencer, even before you’d started seeing each other. You never called him Reid like the rest of the team. Spencer let go of your hands so he could put a hand on your cheek. “Something else is wrong.”

“Yeah, Spence, it is.” You resisted the urge to lean into his touch. Instead, you stepped away from it. “We can’t do this anymore.” You kept your expression cold and collected, even if you were shattered within. Spencer’s face fell, eyes filling with even more confusion and pain.

“What?”

“Come on, Reid. We were kidding ourselves into thinking this would work. There’s a reason team members aren’t supposed to hook up.”

“We aren’t just ‘hooking up’, Y/N. We understand each other and-and we make each other better at our job, not worse. We’ve made it work. That doesn’t have to change.”

“You’re supposed to be the logical one, right?” You snapped. “Tell me the logic in us staying together.” He had tears in his eyes now and you had to fight to hold your guard up.

“I love you.” He said softly. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep from crying out. He just kept looking at you in that way that made you want to hold him and say you were sorry. But you couldn’t. Not this time. “Logic isn’t a part of it.”

“That’s the problem.” You put as much anger into your words as you could. It was the final piece for him and a tear escaped onto his cheek. You tore your eyes away, looking down at the pavement. “I have paperwork to do.”

You kept yourself from all out running until you got inside. You didn’t have the patients for the elevator, so you just sprinted up the stairs, taking them two at a time and tripping more than once. You kept a straight face until you closed the door to Garcia’s office.

“Hey girl, what’s-” She started, but immediately stopped when you threw your arms around her and started to sob.

I want you to know, that it doesn’t matter

Where we take this road

But someone’s gotta go

You were never sure if he was looking at you because you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. You’d spent the weekend at Penelope’s house, bawling and convincing yourself that you did the right thing because you knew that even one moment of hesitation, and you would be at his apartment begging him to forgive you.

Sensing the tension at the table, Morgan and Prentiss exchanged an uncomfortable look. Hotch had called you in on another case, but Rossi was stuck in traffic so you were forced to wait in a painfully awkward silence.

“Jeez, kid, what’s going on with you?” Morgan looked at Reid, trying to get a read of what might be bothering him.

“Nothing’s going on with me.” He replied coolly, keeping his gaze on the smooth surface of the desk. You felt Morgan’s inquiring stare turn to you, but you kept your eyes forward, desperately hoping Rossi would get there soon.

“Sorry I’m late,” He entered the room with a scowl and took a seat with the rest of the team. “Damn roadwork.”

“Alright, everyone,” J.J. began, passing out the files as she went around the table. Her hand briefly grazed your shoulder in a sign of sympathy. Somehow, she always knew. “Local authorities in Maine found the bodies of two women who had been reported missing two weeks ago. Their wrists showed signs of being bound, probably with duct tape, and they suffered multiple wounds to the chest. The M.E. thinks it was an arrow.”

“Bow hunting?” Prentiss suggested.

“They said from the looks of the injuries, the arrow had to have been shot from a distance, so hunting is a possibility.”

“Why shoot them more than once?” Morgan wondered, taking a look at the crime scene photos.

“There’s one more thing.” J.J. sighed, clicking to a new picture on the screen. It was a smiling woman holding a child. “Rachel Bratton, 32, was reported missing a week after the first two victims. Police didn’t find her with the others so-”

“The unsubs might be holding her somewhere.” Hotch finished grimly. “Alright, everyone. Let’s move. Plane leaves in fifteen minutes.”

Everyone hurried to grab their things from their desks. You just wanted to get out of that room. Before you grabbed your bag, however, you heard a quiet voice.

“You aren’t even going to talk to me?” Spencer wondered, his voice sounded soft and broken. “I thought we could at least be friends.”

“Reid, don’t do this now.” You begged. If he kept this up, you would break too and you couldn’t afford for that to happen. His jaw clenched and he reached into his jacket pocket.

“Here.” He held out a closed fist, slowly opening his fingers to reveal a small golden star. It was your favorite hair pin. “You left this at my apartment. I thought you might want it back.” You picked up the small metal clip, running your fingers along the points.

“Spence…”

“I’ll see you on the plane.” He snapped, snatching up his own bag and heading out. You cursed to yourself, shoving the pin into your pocket and following the team out to go to the airport.

You found a seat to yourself and focused on looking over the case files despite the aching feeling in your chest. By the time the plane was ready to take off, everyone had found places and a blonde-framed face appeared in front of you.

“Alright, spill.” J.J. ordered, crossing her arms over her chest. You sighed, keeping your eyes on the M.E.’s report.

“I’m fine, Jen.”

“Come on, don’t give me that. You’re lucky I convinced Morgan to back off. He was ready for a full on interrogation.”

“I seriously don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Y/N, everybody knows something happened between you and Spence. You’ve been distant from everyone. He has been burying his head in books every spare second when he isn’t painfully looking at you.” She was blunt because it made you listen. “We’re worried.”

“There’s nothing to be worried about. We got into a little fight. Friends fight.”

“Just friends?” She raised a brow. She always knew. You leaned back in your seat, defeated.

“We dated for a while, but it got in the way of work so I broke things off.” You finally admitted, trying to read her face for a reaction. “Happy?” She frowned sympathetically.

“How long were you together?” She asked. Just thinking about it still stung.

“Almost a year.”

“And you two didn’t tell anyone this whole time?” She gasped. You shook your head.

“We knew that Hotch wouldn’t approve.” You turned to the team as they got ready to make a plan. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter anymore. It’s over.” Just saying the words made the lump in your throat bigger.

Hotch briefed everyone on their focus and where each member would be headed. You would be meeting with the missing woman’s fiancé. Along with Reid.

“Shouldn’t I go with Morgan and Rossi to the dump sight? I feel like I can be more helpful there than talking to the distressed fiancé.” Reid said, his gaze slipping in your direction. Hotch just blinked in annoyance.

“If we can understand Rachel’s routine, we can figure out how and where she was abducted. I need you to work on the geological profile.” He said sternly. He wasn’t oblivious to the awkwardness on the plane, but it wasn’t remotely on his list of problems. Reid didn’t say anything for the rest of the meeting.

I didn’t come here to hurt you

Now I can’t stop

“I still feel like it’s my fault.” Brendon Nathonson sat with his head in his hands. “I was in a rush to get to work so I didn’t stop to see if she came back from her run that morning. I should have checked.”

“Does Rachel run every morning?” You asked, your tone sympathetic and soothing. You’d lost count of how many grieving or panicked loved-ones you’d spoken to over the years. It was one of the common parts of the job, but sitting next to Spencer made it feel different. Brendon nodded.

“She was a track star in high school. Guess she never grew out of it, right?” He sniffed, wiping his face on his sleeve. “Do you have any idea where these psychos could be keeping her?”

“That’s actually what you might be able to help us with, Mr. Nathonson.”

“What do you mean?”

“If we can figure out exactly where Rachel was taken, we can compare it to where the other two women were taken and found and possibly create a geological profile that could help us narrow down where the unsubs may operate out of.” Reid explained. The poor man still looked incredibly confused so you translated.

“He means that these guys probably have an area that they’re comfortable working in, meaning both where they take their victims and where they may be keeping them.”

“Oh god,” Brendon cried, covering his eyes with his hand. “You know, we kept pushing it back? The wedding. It was supposed to be in June, but then her sister couldn’t make it so we made it October, but then my best friend got sick. And now I might never get to marry her.”

“We are going to do everything we can to bring Rachel home, Mr. Nathonson.” You tried to give him a reassuring smile, but the presence beside you was making your heart beat out of your chest.

“She’s my everything, you know?” Brendon finally looked up again. “When you lose that… it’s like losing a part of yourself.”

When the interview was over, you felt like you couldn’t breathe. Everything that Brendon Nathonson said was searing itself into your brain, echoing around and around like a bad song on repeat. You slammed the door of the main office, making sure no one was already in there. You pressed your forehead against the cool wood of the door, trying to calm yourself down. This was why you wanted to end things to begin with. You couldn’t control your emotions around him. Even now, despite the case, all you could think about was him and how much he hated you.

A quiet knock startled you. You jumped back from the door, and forced yourself to calm down. Spencer slowly stepped inside, closing the door again behind him.

“I saw you run in here.” He started softly.

“I didn’t run.” You scoffed, more frustrated with yourself than anything else. “You probably need some time to do the geological profile. I’ll call Hotch and tell him what Nathonson said-” You started to leave, but his hand gently grabbed your arm.

“Wait.” He pleaded, those perfect eyes staring deeply into yours. “Can we just talk?”

“Spence…” You trailed off. Frankly, it’s all you had wanted to do. He at least deserved that. You blew out a heavy sigh and sat down. “Honestly, I haven’t been able to focus on this case because of all of this.” You ran a hand down your face.

“Neither have I.” Spencer sat down across from you, placing his hand on top of yours. “All I can think about is you.” Before, whenever he was with you, he thought clearer, focused more, and noticed every little detail of a case. Now, all he could think about was how much he missed you.

“Once we get through this case, I promise that we’ll talk, okay?” There was so much you wanted to say right there, but you couldn’t find the words. I still love you was all that came to mind. Spencer nodded.

“Then let’s make sure we solve this.” His awkward, crooked smile made you laugh and the two of you got to work trying to find Rachel Bratton.

You know that I love you so

I love you enough to let you go

The team circled the building, ready to go in. You were with Reid and Rossi, guns drawn as you went in the back door. It was an old meat processing plant that was located right in the middle of both the abduction and dump sights. Without Reid, you wouldn’t have been able to find it. You checked the back warehouse before moving onto another room, but not before you noticed something. A big metal door was cracked open just enough for you to get a peek inside.

“Guys, over here.” You signaled, seeing Rachel Bratton sitting on the far side of a cage just inside the room.

“Please help me.” She begged. You tried to pry the door open more, but it wouldn’t budge. The opening was just wide enough that you could barely slide through, but you would have to take off your vest to fit. Before Rossi or Reid could say anything, you had undone the straps and were sliding through the narrow gap.

“Is anybody in there with you?” You asked, still keeping your gun ready. Rachel shook her head.

“No.” She gulped back a sob. “No, they went out that hatch.”

“Y/N, maybe you should wait-”

“I’m fine, Reid.” You glanced back at him as you finally slipped into the room. “She said that they went outside. Let Hotch know.”

Reluctantly, Reid followed Rossi back outside in pursuit of the killers. You made quick work of the lock on the cage and helped Rachel stand up. She collapsed against you, sobbing and thanking you over and over again.

“Can you walk?” You asked gently. She nodded and you approached the hatch on the floor. Sure enough, it led down to the forest floor. You helped her down and kept your weapon out in front of you, keeping Rachel close behind.

“Y/N!” Reid shouted, joining you again. Rossi flanked Rachel’s other side, keeping his eyes on the trees.

“Have they found them?” You asked, afraid of the answer. Rossi shook his head. “Alright, we need to get back to the car so we can get Rachel to the hospital. Let’s move.”

The four of you moved cautiously towards the front of the warehouse. The trees surrounding you rustled and groaned in the midwestern winds. You thought it was a trick of light at first, but when you saw the shining tip of an arrow, you aimed your weapon and fired. Mikah Roman tumbled across the forest floor towards you. Rachel screamed and latched onto Spencer.

“Mikah Roman, you’re under arrest for the murder of Abbie Stockwell and Bonnie Andrews and the kidnapping of Rachel Bratton.” You yanked Mikah’s arms behind his back, causing him to scream out. The shot in his arm was gushing blood as you cuffed his wrists.

Rossi’s gaze jerked upwards suddenly and Reid pushed away from Rachel, calling out your name. You whirled around to see what they were looking at.

“No!” Spencer screamed, watching the arrow enter the center of your chest. You didn’t hear your own gasp over the sound of Rossi’s gun shot, taking out the second killer without hesitation. Funnily enough, you couldn’t hear Rachel’s screaming sobs. You just heard a small voice in your ear. Arms were holding you up off the ground, pulling you into their lap. When did you fall? Why was your shirt wet?

“Spencer…” You started, but your words came out garbled and breathy. What was happening? Why was your chest so sore?

“Shhh, don’t talk.” Spence put his hands on your wound. Why did he look so scared?

“W-what’s going on?” You gasped, the pressure from his hands making you cry out.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He muttered, blood quickly coating his hands. Rossi was lifting Micah to his feet and speaking into the radio in a panicked voice. That’s when Spencer started yelling. “Somebody help! Help us! Agent down! Somebody help us! Please, she needs help!” You finally understood what was going on, the initial shock of your injury clearing from your mind.

“Spencer…”

“Somebody help!”

“Spence.” You reached up and touched his cheek. “I-I’m okay.”

“Help is on the way.” Through the sound of his heart pounding, he could hear footsteps approaching. The rest of the team gathered around, Prentiss stopping cold at the sight in front of her. Spencer smiled with delusional relief. “See, Hotch and Morgan and Prentiss are all here. They can help you-” He looked back down and stopped.

Your head was tilted back, a small trail of blood trickled down from your mouth. Your eyes blankly staring up at the clouded, grey sky. His crimson stained hands reached for your face, smearing the blood on the skin of your cheek. He recoiled from the sight, instead wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer to him.

Morgan made a step towards Reid, the younger agent’s quiet sobs growing louder and louder until they were unbearable. Hotch put a hand out to stop him. He knew that Reid needed this moment. He needed to say goodbye.

And I want you to know, you couldn’t have loved me better

But I want you to move on

So I’m already gone

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crayonwriting · 3 years

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The Miya House

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Katsumi rubbed at her eyes as she entered their bright living room. She pulled up her small trolley she left there last night and pushed it around. She was quiet as she took notice of the small houses in the corners of the room. They weren't there last night, she thought to herself. She noticed a man through one of the windows of the tiny houses. She cautiously approached one of them. Katsumi playfully knocked on it, shaking the small house slightly.

"Come in." The cameraman played along. Katsumi pulled up one of the covers. She smiled at the cameraman and climbed inside. She giggled into the huge camera lens, completely fascinated. She peeked through the window and waved at the other cameraman on the other side. This went on for a few minutes before a muffled crying was heard in one of the rooms. Katsumi immediately got out of the small house and responded to the baby's cry. She looked back at the uncle and told him that it was her brother. "It's Hiroku." "Where is he?" The cameraman asked. Katsumi pointed down their small hallway. She walked down to Hiroku's room.

In the middle of it, was an average-sized inflatable bed, big enough for little Hiroku to rolled around in his sleep. Once he saw his sister standing in the doorway, his crying ceased and he smiled. Katsumi cheered and climbed into Hiroku's bed and played with him. The small room erupted with giggles and laughs from the siblings. Feeling satisfied that her brother is happy and smiling, she rushed back to the living room to get her stuffed bunny, and ran back down the hallway at the end. She pushed open the big door and ran to the side of the big king-sized bed. "Papa, papa. Wake up!" She walked closer and tugged at her father's hand that was dangling over the edge of the bed. "Papa, please." She leaned down and kissed the back of his hands. Just like a fairytale, her kiss successfully roused her father awake. He groaned as he stretched his limbs. He smiled at the sight of his daughter, first thing in the morning. "Did ya sleep well, princess?" He asked her but she didn't respond. She latched at his hand and pulled with all her might. She wanted to show her papa to the people in the living room. "What's the hurry for, sweetheart? Are ya hungry?" His voice was still laced with sleep as he let himself get dragged by his daughter. ** "Hello! I am Katsumi and Hiroku's dad, and setter for the MSBY Black Jackals, Miya Atsumu." He flashed his infamous smile to the camera. ** Atsumu settled Hiroku in his high chair and grabbed a bottle for him to feed on. As Hiroku fed himself, he headed to the kitchen. "Wanna help papa, Katsumi-chan?" He called her over, grabbing two oranges from the kitchen island and a juicer. Katsumi cheered and stood on her step stool so that she could reach the top of the counter. Atsumu cut the oranges in half and handed them to her. "Here ya go. You just have to do this," he placed the cut orange onto the juicer and pressed down. Katsumi swatted his hands away, wanting to do it herself. She pressed down with all her might to get the juices out. Atsumu's heart soared at her daughter's dedication. He let her do her own thing as he started toasting some bread and cutting up some avocado and bell peppers. "Papa, 'm done!" Atsumu cheered her on. He showed her how to pour the squeezed out juice into the glass. "Good job! Can ya squeeze a few more?" Katsumi did just that. Atsumu owed it all to you for teaching Katsumi how to help out around the house. You did try to let her just be a kid and play around but it was Katsumi herself that really wanted to help, especially when you were in the kitchen. When Atsumu set the cut up vegetables on the counter, Katsumi's eyes perked up. "Papa! Can I give uncle a pepper?" She picked up two yellow bell peppers. Atsumu just nodded. Katsumi skittered out of the kitchen and went to the small house she played in earlier. "Please eat up, uncle." She handed him the pepper which he thanked her for. "My papa made that." She took a bite of the other piece she brought.

She turned to the other small house at the other side of the room and raised that bitten piece of pepper. "My papa made this. It's delicious." She smiled widely, proud. Just then, Atsumu came out from the kitchen, carrying Hiroku in his arms. He feigned shock when he saw his daughter's head poking into the camera man's house. "What are ya doing there, ya little brat?" Katsumi stiffled her laughs with her hands, running towards her father and latching unto one of his legs. He ruffled her hair and told her that it was time to serve breakfast to her mama. Katsumi's whole demeanor brightened even more, as she rushed back down the hallway to her parent's room. It was still dark in there but she can see your silhouette buried between the covers. "Mama, mama! Wake up!" She did her best to get herself on the bed, and when she did, she slapped her small hands on your butt to wake you up. Not long after, Atsumu came inside the room with Hiroku. "Hiroku is here!" He raised the baby and laid him on top of you. "Wake up your mama!" Hiroku flailed but settled himself when he was finally on your back. You groaned softly, rousing yourself to wake. You raised your hand up to signal that you were awake which earned a cheer from Katsumi. She scrambled out of the room to settle herself on the kitchen table, ready to show you the breakfast she helped make. You turned your face to the side and saw Hiroku's drooling face hanging from your back. Atsumu ruffled your hair and placed a lingering kiss on your temple. "Love 'ya, babe. Let's have breakfast." He placed another kiss on your head and went out the room. The silence that followed almost lulled you back to sleep if it wasn't for Hiroku. The infant squirmed and babbled at you to get up. When you didn't budge, he pulled at your hair harshly. That did the trick. "Okay, okay! I'm up!" **

"Uhm, hi." You nervously tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. While in the process, you covered your face briefly with your hand. You've been in the limelight for a few times---being Atsumu's girlfriend, now wife---but you still aren't used to being in front of the cameras. "Don't get shy on us, babe." He sat beside you with your daughter, Katsumi, on his lap. You had Hiroku in your arms who was babbling softly to himself. You gained your composure and faced the camera again. "Hello, my name is Miya Y/N." You glanced down at Hiroku and played with his chubby legs, squeezing them lightly to ease your anxiousness. "I am Katsumi and Hiroku's mom. Nice to meet you all." You gave a small bow. Atsumu looked ar you, proud. One of the staff asked your four-year-old daughter a question from behind the camera. "What is your name?" "Poopoo." This made everyone laugh and giggle. With the adult's reaction, it made Katsumi laugh loudly as she repeated the word. "I am so sorry for that." You apologized with an exasperated laugh. As she was giggling, Hiroku—who was on your lap—reached over to his sister and grabbed at her arms and hands. He almost toppled over but you held him tight and just leaned in a tad bit closer to Katsumi and Atsumu. Katsumi opened up her arms and hugged her brother, giving a soft kiss to his hair. She released him from her hold. All of a sudden, she wanted to get down from her father's lap. "Kastumi-chan, do you have to go now?" You thought that maybe she was telling you she needed to actually go to the toilet when she blurted out the word 'poopoo' on national television. She didn't answer you though. She was focused on the thought of getting down from her father's hold. She leaned forward but something was pulling on her hair. She did it once more and felt another sharp tug. "Wait, wait, wait! Yer hair got stuck, princess. Let me take it out." Atsumu's microphone, which was clipped on his shirt , was now entangled in Katsumi's hair. He held the small piece of plastic in between his fingers as he pulled out his daughter's hair gently. It was a struggle as Katsumi kept shaking her head left and right. She got down on Atsumu's lap and tried to go around. "Katsumi-chan! Hold on! It's still in yer hair!" Atsumu crouched down and followed her small figure to avoid pulling on her hair even more. He had managed to get it out just as Katsumi started circling around the two of you. You gave Atsumu an apologetic smile. ** You switched with Atsumu so now you were holding Katsumi in your lap while Hiroku was on Atsumu's, feeding on a bottle you had packed. Now with a more peaceful

atmosphere, the staff decided to ask Katsumi again. "What is your name?" She smiled and leaned back on your chest. "My name is Katsumi. Nice to meet you." She almost whispered the last part as she waved bashfully at the multiple cameras. "Alright, and what is your brother's name?" Katsumi just copied what the staff said which made you and Atsumu laugh. Hiroku flailed his arms around, seeing his family all laughing and smiling. "No, Katsumi. What's yer brother's name? Tell 'em it's Hiroku. Hi-ro-ku." Atsumu urged Kastumi but to no avail. Hearing his name come out of his father's lips, the young boy squealed in delight and threw the bottle he was suckling on to the floor. You and Atsumu both leaned down and to get it. Your head bumped against his and you both hissed in pain. So much for a calm interview. ** Entering the kitchen with Hiroku, Atsumu and Katsumi presented the simple breakfast they had prepared for you. It wasn't much,—just cut up vegetables and apples, toast, butter, jam and orange juice—as this was the extent of Atsumu's cooking skills. It wasn't as extravagant as Osamu's, but it's made with the same effort and love. When everyone is settled down, your family of four started eating the small yet hearty breakfast. Atsumu fed some mashed avocados to Hiroku. You helped Katsumi put some butter and jam on her own toast. "Katsumi-chan, can ya tell us who made breakfast today?" Atsumu's chest slightly puffed out. Katsumi took a bite of her food and proudly exclaimed that it was her who made breakfast. "Wow! That's so amazing Katsumi! Good job!" You leaned over and kissed her plush cheeks. She beamed at the praise and affection given to her, continuing to eat her breakfast with a smile on her face. Just as you were going to take a bite out of your avocado toast, you felt a soft tapping on your arm. Atsumu had an expectant look on his face as his eyes darted from your face to the toast in your hands. You raised an eyebrow at him. He pointed to your toast then to his open mouth. "What are you doing?" You asked. "Can I have a bite of yer toast?" You eyed him suspiciously before sliding the plate over. "Aww, can ya feed me Y/N? I kinda have my hands full." His arm was placed on the back of Hiroku's high chair and his other hand held a small baby spoon. "'Tsumu." You half-glared at him. You would've fed him instantly if it weren't for the multiple cameras scattered around your house. Your husband knew how you weren't used to being in front of the cameras and was probably doing this on purpose. Atsumu laughed and took a bite of the toast himself. "'Tsumu!" Both of you looked to Katsumi who was starting to giggle. "Atsumu!" "Yes, princess?" Atsumu raised an eyebrow. "Don't call me that. I'm yer dad. Ya should call me 'papa.'" But the little girl paid no attention to her father. She raised her arms up and shouted in delight, "Miya Atsumu!" The young setter just chuckled. "Papa! Say, 'papa!'" "Miya Atsumu." "Papa." "Miya Atsumu." "Papa!" "Miya Atsumu!" "Papa!" "Miya Atsumooooo!" She burst into a giggling fit which made the rest of you laugh along. ** "Oh, how I met Y/N?" Atsumu chuckled. He looked up at the studio ceiling as he recalled the memory. "Man, that's a good question. Well," he remembered it like it was just last week, "We had a game in France and there was a cafe by the stadium. My brother, Osamu, wanted to taste French breads or something and we happened to go that cafe. Y/N was also a customer on the day we went. Apparently, she and Osamu had already met on the flight to France! And were like, 'What are ya doing here?' It wasn't common to see another Japanese person fly to France on the same day, so they'd become friends." Atsumu crossed his arms against his chest. "And after meeting at the cafe, somehow, she and I became friends as well. We kept in touch. Met back home. Hung out. I thought she was falling for my brother when one day she asked me if I thought about her as more than a friend." Atsumu chuckeld, biting his bottom lip. "That made me

rethink everything and then...," he shook his head, smiling, "It just went perfect from there." He remembers when it was finally revealed to the public that alleged badboy Miya Atsumu of the MSBY Black Jackals is now taken. Sneaky paparazzi photos, various rumors, and an almost break up later, you married your best friend in a private ceremony with just the important people in your lives. "Many twists and turns later, we got Katsumi." He blushed a little. "And then last year, Hiroku was born." ** As Atsumu took Hiroku to the living rom to play, you carried Katsumi to the kitchen and sat her at the counter. "Okay Katsumi-chan, I have a special task for you today." She giggled in excitement as she put her full attention to you. You felt your back pocket and pulled put a silver coin. " I'm going to give you this," you waved the coin in front of her, "Much money if you help me clean the dishes." Katsumi nodded eagerly and clapped her hands. "I'll help you mama! Katsumi can do it!" Holding out her arms to you, you set her down on the floor and she immediately ran back to the dining table and picked up an empty plate. It was still heavy for her small stature but she walked slowly and carefully before handing it to you. "Thank you Katsumi! But let me carry the dishes to the sink, okay? I don't want you to get hurt." She nodded and stayed near the sink. She pulled out her step tool from the cabinet below it and set it up, waiting for you. The two of you got started with the task at hand, with you doing the washing and your daughter, the drying. She wiped at the plates and glasses carefully and set them to the side. There was only a few items so the both of you managed to finish right away. "I'm done, mama!" She wiped her hands on a kitchen towel and can out to the living room. On one of the bookshelves there, she picked up a pink plastic piggy back and ran back to you. She lifted her piggy bank to you with an adorable smile. You thanked her for being such a good daughter for helping with breakfast and cleaning up after. Her eyes widened in amazement at the shiny coin. She inserted it in the slot of the piggy bank, letting out a laugh. "Yum, yum, yum!" She exclaimed, shaking the toy pig. ** You looked at Atsumu with a nervous smile. "Are you sure you can do it, 'Tsumu?" "Of course!" He puffed out his chest, proud. "I'm just... worried." "Are ya worried about me or the kids?" "The kids." You answered without missing a heartbeat. Atsumu feigned offense and just clicked his tongue at you, all with a big grin on his face. "It's just that, he's never been alone with both kids, And we all know how competitive this guy can get. He'll do anything to prove something." Atsumu's jaw slacked in shock, placing his hand on his chest for added dramatics. You rolled your eyes at him—with a smile, of course—and pushed his shoulder. He almost fell off the chair if not for him clasping your hands together. He sat himself upright and kissed the back of your hand, Keeping them intertwined until the end of the interview. ** "So, what are ya gonna do on yer break?" Atsumu asked as he waved a toy dinosaur in front of Hiroku who squealed in delight. You were sat on the carpeted floor as well and Katsumi was behind you on the sofa, playing with your hair. She had a hairbrush beside her along with several colored hairpins and clips. "I'll probably sleep for the first three days." You laughed. " And I'll work undercover as a cameraman. I feel like I need to follow you around. God knows what's gonna happen with you and the kids." "After all these years, I can't believe ya don't trust me with our children." Atsumu clicked his tongue and shook his head. You kicked him lightly in the shin. "You know that's not what I meant." You jutted your bottom lip in a pout. Your husband chuckled to himself before he grabbed your leg and kissed your ankle. ** "I always feel bad, y'know?" He scratched the back of his head. "Being a pro-volleyball player, I'm away for months from time to time. She practically raised

those two kids on her own, without my help. And it just sucks." He breathed in heavily and smiled softly at the interviewer. "I want her to have some time for herself. Let her relax, get a massage, and do the things she's never got to do before." ** You dried your face with a towel and handed it to Katsumi who mimicked your actions. You brushed your hair away from your eyes. Your daughter handed you a small, candy hair clip which you took gratefully. "Thank you, Katsumi-chan." You booped her nose. You put the clip on your hair, earning a satisfied giggle from her. Crouching down a little, you picked her up and exited the bathroom. You carried her with you to your shared bedroom and got your wallet and your phone. Going back to the living room, you set her down on the sofa as you got your luggage ready. "Got ev'rything ya need?" Atsumu approached you, placing his hands on your shoulders. "Yup." You smiled up at him, I'm all set." You picked up your bag and slung it on your back. You got your cap as well, which was on top of your suitcase and put it on. Atsumu helped you pushed your suitcase to the front door. You sat down by the genkan and put on your shoes. Nearby, a soft babbling was heard as Hiroku crawled over to where his parents were. Katsumi was following behind, fiddling with her fingers nervously. Sadness was evident on her face and it was obvious how much she was trying her best not to cry. "Say goodbye to mama." Atsumu knelt down and picked up his son, while ushering his daughter closer. You turned to Katsumi with your arms wide open, inviting her to a hug. Your little girl immediately closed the distance between you. She crashed into your body, wounding her small arms around your neck in a tight embrace. You hug her back with as much fervor. Nothing was said between you two. You kissed her check with a loud smack making her giggle at the ticklish feeling. "Aww, don't leave us out." Atsumu wrapped his vacant arm around his small family. He almost feels like crying. As if he sensed his father's distress, Hiroku started crying. Atsumu did his best to comfort him by bouncing him lightly in his arms and rubbing his back. "Do you want me to calm him down?" You were already brushing the soft tufts of hair on Hiroku's head. "If ya do, ya might not just leave anymore. Yer flight is in 2 hours." Atsumu kissed your forehead. "I got this." You smiled worriedly before breathing out a sigh. "Alright," you stood up, "I'm off. I'll call you later." You grabbed the handle of your luggage and just as you opened the door, Atsumu grabbed your shoulder. You raised an eyebrow at him. "Can I have a kiss?" He puckered his lips slightly. You scoffed at the gesture, shaking your head in disbelief. You muttered under your breath how silly he was being but pulled him towards you nonetheless. He shifted Hiroku to his other arm, placing his hand delicately at the back of your neck, he leaned down and kissed your lips. He hummed at the satisfaction of feeling your lips against his. You pulled away after a few seconds but Atsumu was quick to pull you back in. He pressed his lips harder against yours, slightly dipping you in the process. You lost a bit of balance and held onto his shoulder for support. By this time, Hiroku had stopped crying and was now trying to get yours and Atsumu's attention by tapping his hands on your cheeks. Atsumu finally pulled back, pecking your lips one last time before standing back up to his full height. "I love ya." He said with a dopey smile. Your face grew hot and you knew you were blushing but that's just how it always was with Atsumu—the giddy, highschool type of love. "I love you, 'Tsumu." You turned to Hiroku in his arms and rubbed his cheek with your finger. "I love you too, Hiroku." You looked down at your daughter who clung to Atsumu's leg. You crouched down and kissed her forehead. "And of course, I love this little girl right here!" Looking her in the eye, you whispered, "Look after your dad, okay? He's a little troublesome." Katsumi laughed and gave you a

thumbs up. You ruffled her hair. Standing back up, you looked at your family with all the love in the world. You fixed the strap of your bag and headed out the door.

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A/N: This has been in my drafts for months. It's time to let it be known. I hope this was okay!

03.15.2021

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mandoalorian · 3 years

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Don’t Let Me Go [Maxwell Lord x Reader] SMUT

Summary: Spiralling in a circle of guilt and blame, Maxwell Lord reflects on the night he let you slip through his fingers. He just wishes he had seen the warning signs sooner. Then maybe he wouldn't have lost you.

Word count: 8k

Author's note: This is my longest one shot so far oh my gosh. Please note that everything that is in bold italics are flashbacks. I hope you enjoy! Xx

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There was simply no way to put into words how Maxwell Lord was feeling. Without you, his suburban-manor home was empty. Completely empty. Nothing but the drip of a leaky faucet echoing through the oversized kitchen, and the padding of his shuffled footsteps as he made his way to the bar to pour himself a drink. He didn't cook anymore, but he wasn't feeling the pain of going hungry. His bed wasn't made, but it didn't matter because he couldn't sleep in it anymore knowing that your scent still haunted the blankets. He would slumber around his house in a shirt that had been unevenly buttoned up and probably hadn't been washed in a week. His eyes were tired, cheeks were tear stained and he hadn't taken absence from work this long in his whole life. His job was what lost you. How could he ever want to go back?

Maxwell was unravelling back into the mean spirited man he was before he met you— but somehow, worse. He didn't have friends, he had business associates. And he had chosen to cut himself off from his mother due the awful way she had treated him his whole life. If his own mother could see the broken shell of a man that Maxwell had become, she would laugh in his face. She would reprimand him, and tell him how she had warned him not to fall in love. Business first, always. But it was that same advice that she had ingrained into him from such a young age, which would inevitably be his downfall. All he ever had, was you. And that was enough. That was all he needed.

Maxwell hardly remembered life before you but he was certain it didn't hurt this bad. He had experienced loss before; with his father when he was only sixteen— but this was a different kind of loss. You were still out there. You were living your life, and you had chosen to do it without him. How could you? How could Maxwell possibly survive without you? He opened up to you like he had with no other. He softened around you and the level headed businessman had become completely dependent on you.

When you were with him, you changed him into a better man. You encouraged him to tidy for himself, taught him how to cook meals and insisted that he even did his own dishes afterwards. You would scold him gently for not making his side of the bed until eventually, he was making both sides of the bed, and even doing laundry.

You both shared a schedule— waking up at the same time every dawn. Sharing cuddles and kisses and intimate touches in bed under the morning sunlight. Eventually getting up and taking your turns to cook breakfast. Whether it be blueberry pancakes or eggs, or sometimes Maxwell would surprise you with an array of exciting different foods from all around the world. Then, you would head back to your bedroom and dance in your shared walk-in closet, laughing together as you picked out your outfit of the day. You’d tie his tie and straighten his suspenders before helping him into his suit jacket. He loved the way you'd style his hair on a morning. Maxwell was a perfectionist but you knew just the way he liked things and he really admired that about you. You'd brush your teeth together and he'd paint your face with your favourite face cream. When you applied your lipstick, you'd always give him a surprise kiss and make your mark on him. He'd reluctantly scrub the lipstick stain off his cheek, or jaw, or chin, or wherever you had planted it that day, but now he wished he still had every mark you had ever made on him.

You were so understanding too. This was the longest relationship either of you had ever committed to before. You fell in love with each other hard and fast— but the honeymoon phase seemingly never ended. Everyday was a new and exciting ride with Maxwell. He knew how much you wanted children, and a family. You'd bring it up now and again. One day, Maxwell felt as though he should open up to you.

He explained how he had never considered having children because of his own personal relationship with his family. He informed you about how absent his parents were, and he imagined himself to be like his late father; too consumed in his own work and business to give any attention to his son. Max knew that pain all too well due to experiencing it firsthand. He would never want that for his children. It was nothing to do with you— he has no doubt in his mind how excellent of a mother you would be. But to Max, being a CEO and father just didn't go hand in hand. Of course, this shattered you, but it wasn't a deal breaker because Maxwell was the complete love of your life. With kids or without kids, as long as you had Max, you believed you would live a lifetime of satisfaction and genuine happiness.

Maxwell Lord hadn't known love until he met you, and the truth is, from the moment he laid his eyes on you, he was infatuated. He knew he just had to have you. And so he spent weeks trying to woo you and win you over. He started with all he ever known, buying you jewellery from Tiffany’s, Louis Vuitton heels and the most gorgeous crimson red shade of Dior lipstick that he dreamed of you wearing on multiple occasions. But it didn't faze you.

"I don't need all of this," you sighed, placing the large white box on the table and re-wrapping it with the silver silk ribbon. Maxwell furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. "There are people out there who walk around the streets of DC in winter with holes in their shoes, mothers who can't afford ChapStick nevermind Dior Lipstick."

Maxwell hesitated. No woman had ever rejected the material items he had purchased for them. They'd always sweep them away with a familiar glint in their eye and, to show their appreciation, would go down on him later that night. He lulled his head to the side. "Not even the necklace?" Maxwell questioned, rubbing his thumb over his lower lip.

You breathed an elongated sigh, taking the Tiffany’s box and opening it once more with a small click. You adored the necklace. A small silver chain with a crystal heart in the centre. You could only guess that it was Swarovski. In the sunlight, the crystal gleamed a prism of rainbow colours— like a kaleidoscope. It was simply magnificent and unlike any other necklace you had seen before.

“It is beautiful.” you hummed, admiring the way it sparkled before your eyes. Maxwell took the box from your hands and removed the necklace. He stood up and gently moved your hair to one side, his soft fingers brushing against your skin making your heart flutter. He clipped the necklace in place and adjusted it so the small crystal heart fell over your chest.

"It brings out your eyes." Maxwell smiled and you felt your cheeks heat up at his comment. "Please, keep the necklace. I see how much you like it. And it suits you so well."

You looked at yourself in the mirror. Still standing behind you, Maxwell swung his arms around your hips and pulled you into his chest. He gently pressed a kiss into the crook of your neck. "Thank you Max," your voice was barely above a whisper. "But please, no more gifts. All I need is you."

Your words took Maxwell by surprise because he had never heard no such thing from any of his partners before. It was true, you meant your sentiment completely, all you needed was his attention, his care, his love, and most importantly him. That is where he went wrong and what would ultimately be the downfall to your relationship.

"I will wear this everyday!" you beamed proudly with a grin so wide. Maxwell felt chuffed with your love for the necklace. "I won't ever take it off." You promised him. "Let it be a symbol of our first date."

"The start of our relationship?" Maxwell proposed and you let out a small squeal as your arms tightened around him and you buried your head into the softness of his chest. The buttons of his shirt poked into your cheek but you didn't care, and you felt your eyes close as he brushed his fingers softly through your hair.

"The start of our relationship." you confirmed with a smile.

Maxwell threw the crystalled whiskey glass to the wall at the memory, his already broken heart shattering into even smaller pieces. He didn't think it was possible, and yet. The amber liquid dripped against the white walls and the glass deflected back at him, cutting his hand. A thin stripe of blood leaked down his arm and he done nothing but simply swallow a curse. It didn't even hurt. He was completely numb.

He hated what he had become, and there was no one to blame other than himself. Sometimes he would try to hate you. He would take a look at himself in the mirror and feel nauseated at the sight of him. He was a mess, and he couldn't stand to feel any more self hatred. He couldn't take it. He couldn't live like this. He remembered when his schedule at work became a lot more hectic and he was away on business trips a lot. He'd call you, every night without fail from his hotel room. You'd be spread out on his bed, sporting his favourite button down work shirt and pair of shorts. The sight alone would be enough to make Maxwell hurry home quicker than The Flash. But he had work commitments that he simply could not leave behind.

"How many more business trips?" You tried to keep composed for him, but just hearing his voice and knowing he was hundreds of miles away from you felt like a knife in your heart.

"It could be like this up until the end of the year. Canada isn't easy to do dealings with. Not even my charm can succumb the president." Maxwell chuckled lightheartedly, and you allowed a small yet pained smile to creep upon your lips. He truly had no idea how much you were hurting without him, but, it sounded like he was doing just fine without you.

"Max, time for dinner!" You heard an unfamiliar feminine voice call in the background. You froze up, a shiver racing down your spin and goosebumps rising on your arms.

Silence.

"Who was that?" you asked your boyfriend cautiously, your fingers anxiously twiddling on the crystal necklace he had gifted you months prior.

"Oh, that was my assistant, Barbara," Maxwell explained non-chalantely. "You remember? I had to get a new assistant. Veronica couldn't come to Canada so…"

"Oh." you replied, voice cold. "She called you Max." you stated matter of factly. You couldn't just let that slide.

"Well yeah," he chuckled. "That's my name."

"Everyone at work calls you Mr Lord." you deadpanned. "Or sir."

"I mean, yeah, that's true I suppose. But Barbara's new and I never specified otherwise. Besides, I'm growing to like the informality. No doubt that's your doing." He laughed. But you weren't sharing the same energy.

"You're having dinner with her?" You hoped you weren't sounding pushy, or clingy, but you had to know.

"Yeah, she got us reservations at this fantastic Italian restaurant. We went last night too." Maxwell was smiling on the other end of the line but you felt like screaming at this revelation. "Actually, I think you'd love it there. I hear Canada is beautiful at Christmas time. Maybe I can clear some time off in December and I'll take you?" he suggested. Usually you'd be so excited at this proposal of his, telling him you'd be packing your bags immediately. But not this time.

You trusted your boyfriend. You really did. But you couldn't stand the fact that he was in a different country with another woman who you'd never even met before. Jealousy riled in your stomach and you wondered what she was like. Not only that, but Maxwell had a long winded history of sleeping with his assistants and you were completely aware of how desperate his sex drive could be. The more you thought about it, the more your stomach churned. But you just couldn't escape the thoughts.

You wondered what Barbara was like. Maxwell's assistants were always young and beautiful. They wore the nicest clothes to impress him and made such an effort every single day. Of course, this was before you. He'd select his assistants based on looks rather than qualifications. If they couldn't pour him a good cup of coffee, that was okay because they'd be gone after a week anyway. You wondered if he had employed Barbara based on her looks.

He called your name. "Are you there?" He asked.

"Uhm, yeah, I should go." You told him hastily, suddenly feeling the urge to hurry to run to the bathroom. You felt like you had to throw up.

"Oh, okay," Maxwell replied. He often struggled picking up on the little prompts you would make that illustrated you weren't okay. It was no fault of his own, but unless you explicitly stated that something was wrong, the chances were, he would just assume that everything is okay. "Well, can I call you the same time tomorrow?"

"Okay." you shakily exhaled, praying he didn't notice your growing anxiety. If he noticed, he would confront you about it. That was just his nature.

"Okay. I love you sweetheart." You could practically hear his grin. A single tear slipped down your cheek.

"I love you too." You told him before slamming the phone down on the hook.

Maxwell was taken aback by your abrupt end to the phone call. He sat on the edge of his bed, processing your words. He went to dial your number again because he felt in his heart that there was a chance that something could be wrong.

"Maaaaaax," Barbara called again, snapping the businessman out of his thoughts. "We're going to be late." Barbara sauntered over to Maxwell, his tie in her hand and placed it around his neck. She went to cross it over when he gently put his hand out to stop her.

"That's okay," he said. "I can tie it myself."

Barbara stiffened at his rejection but after a few seconds of awkward silence, she shuffled away.

That was the very first time Max being away had bothered you to unmeasurable amounts. You struggled to sleep without him anyway, but that night, you were completely restless. Tossing and turning— imagining him with his assistant doing unspeakable things together. You couldn't count the amount of journeys you made to your en-suite bathroom. Not only that, but you were ridden with guilt. If Maxwell found out you were doubting his faithfulness, he would be devastated.

And it only got worse.

He spent more time away. Longer business trips. He had to cancel the December trip to Canada that he promised. It felt like he was slipping through your fingers.

Maxwell fell to his knees when the memory of your break-up hit him like a ton of bricks.

Maxwell put the phone down with a smile. “Albert has invited Edward and I over for drinks tonight." he announced. You adjusted the red roses he had brought home for you and put the glass vase in different locations around the dining room, trying to gauge where they would look nicest.

"You said no, right?" You asked, manouvering a rose to one side, being careful not to prick your finger on the stem.

"Why would I say no?" Maxwell asked.

You pricked your finger.

"Shit." you hissed, your blood dripping down your hand. Maxwell grabbed a flannel and wet it under the kitchen tap. He walked over to you and carefully wrapped it around the cut. You winced at his contact.

"Does it hurt?" Maxwell asked, dabbing at the cut being as careful as he could.

"That you forgot we had plans tonight and agreed to see Albert and Edward?" you asked, bitterness dripping from your tongue. Maxwell pulled away, knotting his eyebrows together in confusion. "Yeah Max, it hurts."

"We didn't have plans." Maxwell said, folding his arms over his chest.

"This is your only night home!" You cried out. All your emotions while he had been gone were pent up inside of you and this was the final straw. "I rented a movie, I got the popcorn maker out!"

Maxwell took a peek at his gold wrist watch. "We could watch half the movie and you know, I don't really like popcorn that much anyway." He was actually serious about ditching you on his only night home. You were so angry. "Listen baby, I won't be gone all night. And when I get home, we can have a little fun ourselves. I won't be too late, I promise. Besides, I've missed you-" He suggested, voice low. You let Maxwell's fingers trace your skin, and he meant it in nothing but a comforting way, and yet you had the urge to smack his hand away from you.

"No!" You folded your arms across your chest and shook your head.

"No?" Maxwell quizzed, confused. "But baby-"

"Max how can you be so… so…." you struggled to even find words but you hoped he had picked up on the frustration in your tone of voice.

"What?" He beckoned you but all you could do was hide your face in your hands. You were so close to tears. You wanted to beg him to stay with you, but the point is, you knew that you shouldn't have to beg. Maxwell awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. "You know I was suggesting sex, right?"

You narrowed your eyes in his direction. "Oblivious." you said. "You're so oblivious."

"You're keeping something from me." Maxwell deadpanned.

"You're keeping something from me." You repeated.

"No I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No I'm not."

"And so what if I ask Barbara?" you asked, but regretting the words instantly as they left your mouth.

Maxwell blinked, completely dumbfounded. "Ask Barbara what?"

"Ohhh what went on in Canada? What you both get up to on these business trips. You're with her more than you're with me." You accused. But it was the truth.

"I'm not following." Maxwell said. "Are you trying to accuse me of something?" You couldn't even look at him. Then it dawned on him. "You think I'm cheating on you." His blood ran cold.

You didn't know what to say. It was true. You had suspected. But gauging by his reaction, and the way his voice cracked, you knew right then and there you had been wrong. And that you had hurt him. Maxwell loosened his tie and leaned against the kitchen counter.

"Tell me." He urged.

"Yes," you whispered, looking at your feet in shame. "I thought that… I thought…"

"Tell me," he repeated. "I want to hear you say it."

"I thought you were cheating on me with Barbara." you admitted with a sigh, and looked up at your boyfriend with hazy, tear filled eyes. "Max…" you let your voice trail off and put your hand against your raising heart.

"How could you?" he asked in disbelief.

"You always slept with your assistants… before me. And you were so secretive about Barbara. You went out to Italian restaurants together. And I just thought-"

"That I was sleeping with her?!" He raised his voice at you and oh boy, you hated when he shouted at people. He never shouted at you, that's one thing for sure, but when you had first met, he shouted a lot. He shouted at the people he worked with, he shouted at his colleagues, his secretary, his assistants. He definitely had grown out of the habit since he entered his relationship with you but Maxwell was so angry right now...

"Well can you blame me?!" You yelled at him back feeling defensive.

"I can't believe you don't trust me." Maxwell shook his head and pinched the bridge of his nose. "You know Barbara did make advances on me." You felt your fingers curl into a fist. "But I rejected her, obviously. I warned her if she keeps at it she'll have to find another job."

You laughed and rolled your eyes. "Because you can't resist the temptation of her."

"What the fuck, no?!" Maxwell bellowed and his voice was so loud your heart dropped. You completely froze up. "Because I didn't want to disrespect you. I'm not going to stand for other women trying to make their move on me when I'm faithful to you!"

"Can you please stop yelling." Your voice was quiet— begging, almost.

But he didn't stop. "I have never ever given you a reason not to trust me." Maxwell felt so hurt. He felt heartbroken. He would've never have second guessed you like this.

"Will you stop fucking yelling at me?!" You shouted, tears streaming down your face in anger.

Maxwell stood there in silence, watching you bubble up and cry. Truthfully, he was finding it difficult to keep it together himself. He'd normally come to you, pull you in a hug and wipe your tears away, nursing you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. But he just stood there, frozen and staring. You wiped your tears away yourself and took a deep breath before grabbing your jacket and purse from the coat rack.

"Where are you going?" Maxwell sighed.

"I'm leaving." you stated. You knew this was it. And you couldn't even bring yourself to look back at him. If you looked at him one more time, it might be enough to stay. And you couldn't stay. Nothing had ever hurt this much.

"What? Well when will you be back?" Maxwell questioned.

"I'm not coming back." You swung your purse over your shoulder and Maxwell followed you to the front door.

"What the hell do you mean?" he called after you.

"I'm leaving you." your own words felt like daggers in your heart.

"What?" Maxwell asked.

"Please don't come find me." You told him, your fingers tracing the door handle. You opened the door and set foot on the patio, looking up at the setting sun. It reminded you of all the moments you spent with Maxwell, lounging outside waiting for the stars to come out, or the evenings where you'd be tidying up the garden after a barbecue. "You know, I really did love you Max." You whispered, a tear slipping from your eye.

"Just. Come back inside and we can talk about this. I'm, I'm sorry for yelling. Please." Maxwell begged, his voice cracking. He held his arm out for you and wished so desperately that you would turn around and take his hand. But you didn't.

"It's not just the yelling Max, you're prioritising your work over our relationship."

"Baby, you knew it would be this way when you got with me. I told you."

"I just don't think I can handle it." You sniffed.

"Come back inside and we can talk about it." Maxwell said but you shook your head.

"Goodbye Maxwell."

Maxwell's grip on the bathroom sink was so tight, his knuckles went white. His own reflection made him sick. This wasn't him. This wasn't Maxwell Lord.

Maxwell Lord didn't lose. He didn't lose anything. He didn't lose business negotiations, he didn't lose business deals and he certainly wouldn't lose the love of his life. He had to stop moping, he had to make this right.

He ran to the dining room and swung the phone of the hook, dialing the home number of his driver, Jeeves. "Come on, come onnnn." he mumbled to himself, tapping his foot impatiently. It was the dead of night and Maxwell was aware that Jeeves would be at home with his family, asleep. But this was important and Maxwell paid Jeeves enough to be able to answer the phone at 1:30am, that's for sure.

"Hello?" A tired Jeeves greeted Maxwell.

"Where is Y/N staying?" Maxwell asked abruptly. Straight to the point.

"Mr Lord… with all due respect…"

"Jeeves I need to know and I need to know now," Maxwell cut him off. "Don't make me come down there."

"Sir, you should be asleep."

"Jeeves." Maxwell raised his voice sternly. "I don't have time for games. Where is she?"

Jeeves sighed. "Last I heard, she was at the Waterfront Hotel." Maxwell scribbled the name down on a torn piece of paper and hurriedly crumpled it into the pocket of his light grey sweatpants.

"Thank you Jeeves."

"Will you be needing me to take you there?" Jeeves yawned.

"No," Maxwell said. "Go back to sleep. I'll take the Porsche. Drive myself."

"Ah, excellent choice. Okay, goodnight Mr Lord." Jeeves yawned again.

"Send Elizabeth and the children my love. I'm sorry for bothering you." Maxwell apologised and slammed the phone down on the hook.

Jeeves’ wife, Elizabeth, rubbed her eyes and shuffled upwards. "Who was calling at this ungodly hour?"

Her husband hesitated, confusion evident in his face. "It was Maxwell Lord. I think he's going after Y/N."

Elizabeth's eyes widened. "Oh thank goodness for that."

"I know… he's really lost it without her," Jeeves admitted, shaking his head. "He told me that he sends you and the kids his love."

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "Maxwell Lord said that?" she asked in disbelief and Jeeves shrugged his shoulders.

"It’s Y/N," He replied. "She just has that effect on him."

You'd be lying to yourself if you said you didn't miss him. You thought about him every second of every day— and you weren't doing too well yourself. You hadn't left the hotel room once. You couldn't bring yourself to eat. You found it difficult to sleep. Your final words to him haunted you.

"I really did love you."

Why did you say that? Why would you make him believe that you no longer loved him? You wondered if he had moved on yet, perhaps initiated a relationship with Barbara. You wondered if he had resorted to his old ways and had been fucking and dumping his assistants. You wondered if he still thought about you.

You were so worried about him because you knew how self destructive Maxwell could become. You knew about his dependency on alcohol and his tendency to lash out and yell at people when you weren't there to call him down. If he was suffering at least half as much as you were, you felt extreme guilt. You hoped he hadn't gotten himself hurt. You weren't happy, but if you had some kind of closure— if you just knew that he was doing okay without you, then maybe you would feel better.

And yet you couldn't bring yourself to go back home. You had Maxwell's driver bring over your toiletries and clothes and tipped him enough to not tell Maxwell which hotel you were staying at. You didn't know if it was really worth it. He was Maxwell's driver, and if Maxwell asked, you figured the driver would reveal your location anyway. Your mind was racing. What if he did ask? What if Maxwell knew where you were but didn't care enough to come see you. You didn't tell him to not come and find you…

A sudden loud knock on your hotel room door interrupted your thoughts. You sat frozen in your bed and checked the wall clock. It was almost two in the morning. The knock came again, even harder this time and you clutched your bed sheets tight around you. You took a deep breath and shuffled out of bed, padding to the door. You scoped your hotel room for something blunt that could be used as a weapon if this post-midnight mystery stranger happened to be an intruder. Slowly, you opened the door.

Your heart sunk when you saw him.

Dark circles under his eyes, his dark blonde hair messy and sticking up in places. He was literally wearing one of his button down work shirts (the one you used to sleep in), and light grey sweatpants. He looked helpless, and it was like time had frozen. You felt your eyes begin to sting from the brimming tears and you could only bring yourself to whisper his name. "Max…"

Maxwell took a step forward and pressed a heated kiss into your lips. It took you by surprise, but you soon sank into his chest. This was it. This was everything you had missed. His lips tasted like a mix of whiskey and spirits. His large, ring clad hands gripped your back and pressed you tight into his broad chest. He was finally holding you again, and kissing you— and you were letting him. He couldn't believe it. He pulled away for breath but didn't let go of you for one second. He nudged his nose against yours. "I am so sorry…" Maxwell whispered, a tear falling down his cheek. You cupped your hand around his face and wiped his tear away with your thumb before pressing your forehead against his. "I was so stupid, for everything. I shouldn't have let you go." His voice was sore and it broke your heart. He was taking full accountability and blaming himself.

"No Max," you sniffed and shook your head. "No. I wasn't thinking straight. I was so mad."

"I gave you a reason to be mad." Maxwell soothed you, rubbing circles into your back.

"No no no," You curled up into his chest again, holding him tight. "I acted irrationally. Please don't blame yourself." You begged him. "This was on me. You were right. You never gave me a reason not to trust you."

"I was so foolish, planning to go and see Albert and Edward on our only night together." His words brought back a familiar pain and you broke down into a sobbing mess in Maxwell's arms. He continued to rub your back, feeling your tears dampen in his lazily buttoned shirt. He kissed your head gently, the familiar scent of your hair making his knees weak. "I'm really struggling," Maxwell gulped. "I don't think I can live without you. I need you. I need you and your good heart helping me decide between what's right and what's wrong. I need you scolding me for my bad manners and confronting me when I'm in the wrong…" you let out a small chuckle and his heart bloomed. "It's true!" he smiled for the first time into your hair. "You're the only one who can get away with telling me what to do. I miss the way you play with my hair," you dragged your hands up to his hair and Maxwell let out a muffled groan. "Missed your touch," he said, stiffening up as you let your hands roam down his body, touching every bit of skin he had visible. "Missed your kisses," you pressed another kiss against his lips and let your arms rest comfortably around his waist. "Missed you so fucking much."

"Maaaax," you whimpered out his name as he placed sloppy kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"I don't think I can be alone anymore," he said in between kisses. "You don't have to forgive me. I wouldn't forgive me. But please come home with me. And I will spend every day for the rest of my life proving to you how much I love you. You first. You before Edward and Albert and Barbara, you before all work commitments." he promised and you hummed in contentment.

"I would want nothing more." You told him and he smiled. "No more fights. I'm going to communicate better, I can do better. And Maxwell?"

"Hm?" Maxwell's voice was soft like velvet.

"I forgive you. And I never stopped loving you."

Maxwell sighed and squeezed you tight. "I never want to let go of you." he admitted. "I never want to leave you ever again. Wherever I go, you're coming with me. This has been the worst couple of weeks."

"You have looked better." you joked with a small smile. You grabbed him by his shirt collar and dragged him into your hotel room, before locking the door behind you.

"You…" he smiled, his eyes sparkling. "You always look so beautiful."

"You're lying," you shook your head feeling your cheeks heat up at his smooth choice of words. "I haven't slept in days."

Maxwell cupped your cheeks with both hands, taking in the features he had missed so dearly. "Me neither, but I'll sleep well tonight, I'm sure of it." He said and you grinned, playfully pushing him into the plush hotel bed. He yelped as you clambered on top of him and straddled him.

"Fuck Max," you whimpered, softly rubbing your hips over his crotch.

"Shit baby," he mewled, his hands dropping to your hips and grabbing your ass. His eyes were locked on to your body as you lounged on top of him. "Missed this." he admitted with a sheepish smile.

"It's been so long," you said quietly, popping open the buttons on his shirt and helping him shuffle out of it. There was a real temptation to just curl into his warm naked chest and fall asleep in his arms but you needed more. It had been months without any kind of sexual gratification and now you finally had him. You had been yearning for so long. "Couldn't stop thinking about you," you admitted and Maxwell's heart fluttered in his chest. "Every night I… I could never sleep. So I'd lay here in this bed and just think about you. Think about you holding me… kissing me… touching me…"

"Where?" He quizzed you, his voice low at the thought of you laying exactly where he was now lying, restless because you were imagining his touch.

"Everywhere," you breathed shakily.

"Show me."

He steadied you as you removed your hands from his chest and pulled off your shirt. Maxwell gasped slightly when he saw you weren't wearing a bra and you began to touch yourself in front of him. You let your fingers grace over your arms, your stomach, and then brought them up to your breasts. You let your thumb graze over your nipples and cupped them, squeezing a few times as you closed your eyes at the blissful sensation. Maxwell watched you touch yourself intently and you began to feel him harden beneath you. Unable to hide the smirk playing on your lips, you continued to softly grind over his length, gaining a gentle moan from him. "Touch me." you begged him. He ran his big hand up your stomach, between the valley of your breasts and to your chest, twirling the crystal necklace he had gotten for you way back when you had your first date.

"You never took the necklace off?" he asked, his chocolate brown eyes looking deep into yours.

"Never," you told him and he returned your smile, the corners of his eyes crinkling.

"Lean into me," his voice was rough but gentle. You obeyed him, slowly sinking forward into his body and he took one of your breasts in his mouth, sucking on your nipple and eliciting a moan from you. With his free hand, he opted to mirror your previous actions and squeezed your other breast. Your knees weakened everytime his teeth grazed your skin and you missed the way he would gently bite at you. All your senses were completely heightened and he felt amazing. You hummed in delight before leaning back, your breast leaving Maxwell's mouth with a pop.

You climbed off him and took to your knees by his side when you began to palm his length through his grey sweatpants. "You're so cute," you giggled as you stroked him through the soft material.

Maxwell turned his head slightly and furrowed his eyebrows together. "Cute?" he asked.

"Mhm," you replied, dipping your hand into his sweats and pulling out his throbbing hard cock. You smiled to yourself— he wasn't wearing underwear either. You slowly began to pump at it and a delicious moan fell from his lips. "You come here in a work shirt and sweatpants," you conceded. "Not your best fashion decision. But I do love these sweats. I love to see you get hard in them, it's so hot. I can really see how big you are," you admired him and let your thumb sweep across the tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had beaded there. You brought your thumb to your mouth and began sucking on it, letting his warm, salty seed settle on your tongue.

"F-fuck," Maxwell drawled out. "Keep talking like that. You're so- you're so fucking pretty, sucking on your thumb like that. Wish- wish you were suck-"

"Be patient my love," you whispered, pressing a kiss into his v line and wrapping your hand around his cock once more, repeating the movements. You knew what he wanted, and you wanted it too. "We have all the time in the world."

"Keep talking like that." he reminded you, watching as your hands graced his length.

"I'd lay here," your voice was barely above a whisper. "Just like you are. And I'd imagine you fucking me. Been too long. Missed- missed you so much. I missed your big hands and the way you'd caress me. I missed how good you were at going down on me… best- best I've ever had," you hummed in delight, feeling your cunt begin dampen your shorts. "Most of all, I missed this. I missed your big cock, and the way it fills me perfectly. Feels so amazing. While you were away on those fucking business trips… I’d…I’d..." you took a deep breath.

"What?" Maxwell prompted you to continue.

You took one hand and began to cradle his balls as you kept rubbing up and down the length. "I'd finger myself, rub myself, do everything I could just thinking about you. Usually I-," you exhaled shakily before shooting him an innocent smile. "I'd have to use a dildo because my fingers can't ever compare to your cock. Nothing can, Max." You promised him and he emitted an earthy groan. "Your turn." you smiled at him before licking his tip.

"Fuuuck. That- that feels so good," Maxwell gritted out, throwing his head back into the pillow. You opened your mouth slightly and started by taking the tip in your mouth, sucking softly. "More, please,"

"Keep talking." You quoted him cheekily before reattaching your mouth to his hard cock.

"I took those Polaroids with me," Maxwell admitted bashfully. "The- the ones you took for me on Valentine's day. You wore that lacy red lingerie set I got you and fuck, you looked so stunning that night. Found it so hard to sleep without you by my side so I'd get out the photos and jerk off to them. I- I could never really last long looking at you, you're just so fucking pretty," Maxwell praised and you hollowed your cheeks, sinking your mouth further down on him. "I'd dream about this. Baby, you know how much I love getting blown," You felt his cock twitch in your mouth just as he said that and you tried to suppress a giggle. "Dreamt about this. Your mouth on me. I- I'd cum in your mouth."

You lifted off him with a pop. "Cum in my mouth then," you urged with a sheepish grin and continued sucking on him, bobbing your head up and down.

"N-no." Maxwell said, lowering his hands to tug off your head. "Fuck, no. Baby. I have to fuck you." You almost came from his words alone and you could feel the electricity spark in your stomach as excitement filled your core. "I have to feel you. Feel you around me. You always- you always feel like home."

Your heart blossomed at his words. "Can I ride you?" you asked him, popping off him again. He grabbed your chin and forced you to look into his eyes. They were so dark with lust, you could've mistaked the usual honeyed shade for black.

"No. I want to fuck you." he growled in your ear sending a shiver down your spine.

He kicked off his sweats that were pooled around his ankles and you pulled down your silk shorts, discarding them on the floor with the rest of his and your clothes. "Please please please can I ride you." you whimpered, letting your hand fall down to your cunt and you started rubbing your clit as you drunk in the image of Maxwell spread out on the hotel bed, his cock hard and pressed against his stomach.

"No." he reprimanded you as he got to his knees. He pushed you down onto the bed and you lay there on your tummy, your butt perked in the air.

"Maaaax," you drew out his name, waiting for him to do something. Max was stroking his length and this time it was his turn to get a good look of your naked body that he had missed so much.

"Patience." he scolded, giving your ass a spank. You let out a yelp as the coolness of his rings slapped against your warm skin. That was sure to leave a bruise.

"Fuckkk Max, I need you inside me now," You begged and started to rub yourself against the blankets on the bed, desperate for some kind of friction to ease the overwhelming sensation you were feeling.

He spanked you again and you let out another yelp. "You will be patient," he warned again. "Are you a good girl?"

"Yes Max," you sung, sweetness dripping from your tongue.

"Good girls don't talk back. Now get on all fours." You listened to his instruction, scrambling to your knees and resting on your elbows. "Spread your legs. I want to look at you." You obeyed him, knowing that if you dared to speak up again he'd issue another spanking.

Maxwell stroked himself while drinking in the sight of you. Your folds glistened under the light and Maxwell couldn't rid himself of the pride he was feeling. "All for me?" He mumbled, and aligned his cock against your entrance. You tossed your head back at the feeling of his tip nudging against you.

"All for you." you confirmed in a whisper. Maxwell wrapped his arms underneath you and started fondling with your breasts before suddenly, and in one swift movement, thrusting inside of you.

Your breathing hitched at the sensation of his long thick cock stretching your walls. "Oh shit Max," you moaned in pleasure. "Shit shit shit," you panted as he kept thrusting deep inside you with consistent movements. Tears pricked your eyes as he hit your g-spot with every thrust, not hilting once. He knew exactly how to make you feel good. You begged for him to go harder and he brought his hands up to your head, grabbing your hair and roughly pulling your back into his chest. You let your head fall into his shoulder as he continued fucking you, his arms holding you tight around your stomach.

You loved hearing the noises Max made. There was something so satisfying about listening to the CEO of one of the biggest and reputable companies in the whole world, fall apart because of you. Because of your body. "Are you- fuck, you're close aren't you? I can feel it." Maxwell groaned and you whimpered back in agreement, letting your head lilt into the crook of his neck. "Baby girl, fuck you feel so good. So tight around me. Fuck."

"G-gonna cum," you gasped, trying to catch your breath.

"Me- me too," Maxwell replied through gritted teeth. "Can I, can I cum inside of you?"

"Fuck Max, you don't need to ask. Please. Please fill me up." You begged.

With only a few more thrusts, Maxwell came inside you, filling you with warmth and leaving you shuddering as you came down from your own climax. He stayed there for a moment, holding still inside you, wanting to make sure every last drop resided deep within you before he softened and slipped out of you. You moaned at the loss of his length. He turned you over on the bed and positioned his face in between your legs.

"What are you- what are you doing?" you asked him. Before you could say anything else, you felt him bury his thick index finger inside of you. "Fuck," you gasped. "Maaaaaax."

Max was watching your pussy intently, and as his cum began to drip out of you, he pushed it back in. "You're so perfect," Max said in admiration, still staring at your glistening wet folds. "You know that?"

"I can't wait to go home with you." you sighed as relief and contentment washed over you for the first time in forever.

"Can't wait to start a new life with you," Maxwell smiled and your mind buzzed with confusion. "You're all I need. This. This right here is what I need. My- my job has given me enough wealth to live more than comfortably for the rest of my life. I know that, no matter what, I will be able to provide for you. And for our children, and grandchildren, and great grandchildren…" Maxwell trailed off and you couldn't wipe the elated smile from your face.

"Children?" you asked him, eyes lighting up.

"Look at you," he grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek. He pressed a soft, sweet kiss to the inside of your thigh. "I think you'd be the greatest mother in the world. You take care of me well enough, that's for sure. So kind. So gentle. Such a good heart. You make me into a better person. Our kids would be so lucky to have a mother like you. I want a family."

You sniffed, sitting up and shuffling toward him. "Oh Max, I love you so much." you gave him a teary smile before falling into his chest and curling up on top of him.

"I love you too, darling."

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #maxwell lord #maxwell lord x reader #max lord #max lord x reader

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neon-junkie · 3 years

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I see Request are open! Well, don't mind if I do!

If you could, could you maybe write some Fluff Morbell Headcannons, maybe with a little Nsfw ones sprinkled in? (Or optionally, you could write some angst Headcannons, but I'll leave that up to you lol)

Please and thank you!

omg yes, I can’t believe I’ve never written for these two?! one of my main OTP’s?! here’s a bit of everything for you<3

It's so obvious that these two have a thing for each other, especially when they begin arguing. Their chests will be puffed out, nose to nose, brows furrowed, and they both have that look in their eye, you know the one?

John once made a passing comment to Arthur that him and Micah always look like they're about to kiss whenever they argue. Arthur threw his coffee at him, but he didn't deny it.

The next time they argued, Arthur just happened to be a little drunk. He'd stayed up to have a few drinks with the gang, and trailed into the forest to empty his bladder.

On the way back, he bumped into Micah, quite literally, and Micah just had to make a fuss out of it. They're bickering away, throwing insults, accusations, the usual.

Johns comment ran through Arthurs head, and he for some reason decided to try it. Arthur pressed his lips to Micah's as the shorter man was mumbling about something.

There was an awkward pause, a long one too. Micah eventually pushed Arthur away, looked at him with an array of emotions, and then pulled Arthur back against him.

Needless to say, Arthur didn't come back and join the others...

At first, Micah tried to be the 'man' in the relationship (but they've both told each other multiple times that this is NOT a relationship, it's just a 'whatever', as they call it.)

Micah would the big spoon, would have Arthur rest his head on his chest, etc. but it always felt off. Until Arthur rolled over in his sleep and accidentally became the big spoon.

A half-asleep Micah tried to push him off, but quickly gave in once he realized how warm and comfortable Arthur is.

Micah will never ask to be cuddled, but he'll heavily hint it, doing things like resting his head on Arthurs shoulder/chest, or rolling Arthur onto his side and curling up against him.

There's a lot these two enjoy doing together, but one of their unspoken favourites is holding hands. That's it. Two cowboys holding hands as they go for peaceful walks past the outskirts of camp.

The first time Arthur came onto Micah, Micah tried to push him off, using the excuse of "I ain't gay, I don't sleep with men," to which Arthur replied "Micah, we've made out far too many times for you to deny that you ain't at least a little bit gay..."

They told each other that they wouldn't hook up in camp, but they also said they wouldn't make out in camp either, and neither of them have been following that agreement...

Everybody knows what's going on, it's hard not to when Arthur decided to put walls up around his tent, and how Micah suddenly disappeared from his usual spot by the campfire every night.

At first, they were good at keeping things on the low, but they slipped up one night when they left Arthurs lantern on, and shadows could be seen on his tent walls.

Susan politely informed Arthur about his 'obvious shenanigans' the next morning, and then went over to Micah and clipped him around the ear.

#rdrwriting #rdrheadcanon #morbell #micah bell #arthur morgan #micah bell x arthur morgan #arthur morgan x micah bell #nsft #fluff #smut #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #Anonymous

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lunarastrobabe · 3 years

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Leon Kennedy x F!Reader: The Missing Piece (Pt 1)

(No Warnings, Fluff & Angst)

Heartbreak. Pain. Sadness. Regret. Those four words circled your head, you were currently on a mission with Leon and Helena after an outbreak of the C-Virus. During one of the battles against a mutated Simmons, You and Ada were trying to fend him off by shooting an enormous amount of bullets into him, so Helena and Leon could find better ground. You reloaded your handgun with another clip and before you could shoot at Simmons again, he knocked both you and Ada out. Your gun flew out of your hand and you slid off the top of the long hallway that connected between the two towers. Your hand immediately grabbed the edge before you could fall to your death that lingered below.

“Leon!” You shouted, trying your best to find the strength to pull yourself up, you watched as your handgun slid off the and fell into the abyss. Blood dripped from your forehead, your jacket was slashed from when you were attacked by Simmons once before during another fight. You desperately needed Leon to help you, but the sounds of fire and explosions were too loud for him to hear you. You took in a deep breath and finally pulled yourself up rolling onto your back, turning your head to the left, you watched Leon jump down onto the building where you and Ada were, you expected him to run after you, as he always did whenever you were hurt or needed his help. But, no. You felt your heart ache, your chest feeling a sharp pain as he kneeled down next to Ada, holding her in his arms. A tear rolled down your cheek, hitting your scratches and grazes that were on your soft skin, the stinging sensation not bothering you as much as the pain you were feeling watching your boyfriend, your partner, comforting and protecting Ada instead of you.

After this mission had successfully finished, that was the last time he ever saw you. You knew you deserved better and as much as you hated to admit it, you knew he wasn’t going to change, especially his feelings towards Ada. The way he would look at her was different to how he would look at you. It broke your heart. You had never felt this way before, you were deeply, madly in love with Leon, you had been together for years, Leon was the one who saved you countless times from being attacked by G and the hoards of zombies back in Raccoon City.

Once returning home from the mission, you went back to you and Leon’s shared apartment and packed up all of your belongings, clothing, photo albums, everything that belonged to you and left. You were relieved that Leon hadn’t come through the front door to see you abandoning him. You tried to shake away the guilt, the guilt of leaving him in a vulnerable state, he would most certainly go back to the nights of whiskey drinking and being late for work. You couldn’t let the guilt beat you, you needed to leave, you deserved better, you needed somebody who had eyes for you and ONLY you. Someone to protect you and bring you to your feet when you were kicked down, literally and figuratively.

Tears stung in your eyes, zipping up your black large suitcase and grabbing your handbag, you set them next to the front door. You walked to the kitchen, your heels clicking against the cold tiles, it felt so bare, knowing you were leaving this house seemed empty and cold even before you got out the door. You took a sticky note and wrote down on it as a ‘farewell’ to Leon for when he returned home.

It read:

Leon, I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore, I have to leave.

(Y/N)

You didn’t dare leave an explanation, you felt like he didn’t deserve one. You placed the sticky note on his whiskey bottle as you knew he would notice it straight away, along with your key to the apartment. You took one last look around, remembering all the happy memories you shared with Leon, it felt like home. You felt a tug at your heart strings, letting out a shaky breath sniffling you knew it was time to go. He would be home any minute. You walked from the kitchen to the coat closet, took out your black leather jacket, slipped it on over your knitted sweater and grabbed the handle of your suitcase. You put your handbag to rest over your elbow and walked out the door, feeling the sharp icy cold air hit you in the face. You put your bags into the trunk of your car and got in. You were uneasy, anxious even, you brought yourself to turn the ignition on and pull out of the driveway and drove away from the love you had to leave behind.

Leon had just returned home, he rubbed his face with his hands feeling exhausted, he just wanted to go to bed and sleep. He felt happy coming home to you, hoping to see you waiting for him and bringing in the take out you’d order together, candles lit and a movie on the tv.

“(Y/N)?” He said through the darkly lit apartment, all the lights were turned off, everything was in place just as you left it. He furrowed his brows in confusion, you never left the lights off unless you both went to bed or were out for the night. He took off his jacket and slung it in the coat closet. He slowly walked through the living room to the kitchen and switched on the light. The brightness blinding his eyes. He noticed his whiskey bottle had the sticky note on it that you left on there forty-five minutes earlier. He sat down at the kitchen table and slowly read the note. His eyes filled with tears ready to fall, he felt, abandoned, alone, cold, empty, just like the apartment had felt when you left. He felt his world was caving in, as if nothing could save him. He took off the lid and instead of getting a glass, he drank from the bottle till he passed out.

6 months later

Six months had passed since you left Leon, you had recently started entering the dating world again, you couldn’t get him off your mind so you needed to find comfort in somebody who could helped you forget him. You had been going on multiple solo missions during that time which helped you focus on more important things in your life and your career as a DSO agent. You hadn’t seen Leon since you were last together fighting Simmons. He called every morning, late at night and texted constantly saying how much he missed you and how much his love for you was getting stronger. The phone calls and texts had stopped a month ago, you were relieved but you still had this yearning feeling for him, your heart was pulling you towards him, you missed him, more than you thought you ever would. Even with this time apart, you seemed to love him more and more as each day went by.

You had moved back to your old apartment further downtown from where you previously lived with Leon and Claire was a frequent visitor. Claire being the closest friend in your friendship circle, rented a movie and some take out food for you two to enjoy together. You got dressed into your comfy white sweatpants and put on a sweater, sitting on your soft black couch, the fireplace crackling. It felt cozy, but it never felt like home.

“What movie did you rent?” You asked quietly, sipping the hot cocoa in your hands, hugging the mug with your fingers.

“I rented a rom-com, I thought it might help cheer you up.” She smiled, holding a dvd case with the movie ‘Clueless’ plastered on the front cover. She was always a happy person, she knew exactly how to be there for you in times of need.

You set your mug down on a coaster on the oak coffee table and just as you were getting comfortable, the doorbell rang. You sighed, “I got it.” Standing up from your spot you dragged your feet to the front door, opening it you didn’t expect to see him standing there.

“Hel-, Leon?” You asked, taken aback at his appearance and how this was the first time you had seen him in six months. Your heart fluttered, those butterflies you hadn’t felt for so long started to return in your stomach, your cheeks flushing red. Claire’s eyes widened as she was watching from the couch, she hadn’t expected him to turn up but Leon knew your old apartment location from before so she honestly wasn’t surprised that he had turned up out of the blue.

“I’ll give you two some space.” She said before getting up and making her way upstairs to give you both some privacy.

You nodded at her and then turned back to Leon. He was admiring your features, staring at your (H/C) that was tied back in a high ponytail, the way your eyelashes fluttered every time you blinked. To him, you were an angel, you didn’t know that you were the only woman he ever deeply thought about. He missed holding you close at night, during thunderstorms, during the nightmares you’d both experience, the low days, the high days and even through the arguments you two would have, he’d still always apologise and desperately hold you and not let go. He missed everything about you.

“Uh- come in.” You said clearing your throat, stepping aside as he walked in, you closed the door behind him. His blue eyes were now empty, his blonde hair dishevelled, the stubble on his chin and his jaw were starting to grow quite thick, it looked as if he hadn’t slept in those six months, which without your knowledge, he didn’t, all he did was drink and drink until he felt numb. He was wearing a grey shirt, a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans.

“Take a seat, excuse the mess.” You said motioning for him to sit on the couch, the area around it was covered in candy wrappers and two Chinese takeout boxes sat on the coffee table, two knitted blankets, one blue and one red.

He slowly sat down on the couch, sinking into the cushioning fabric. You twiddled with your thumbs, too afraid to speak up first. He leaned his head back and turned it to look over at you. You felt his gaze burning into your soul. You felt guilty for leaving but you did it for the best, right?

“(Y/N)?” He spoke up, his voice cracking a little.

You lifted your head and looked at him, your eyes making contact with his icy blue ones.

“How have you been?” He asked sitting up comfortably. He wanted to touch you, feel your soft skin in the palm of his hands, he wanted to wrap his arms around your small frame and never let you go.

You sniffled, trying not to let any tears fall, you needed to be strong, you needed to be brave. “The same old,” You let out a fake chuckle. “.. I’m okay. Um, what about you?” You wiped your eyes quickly before he had a chance to notice.

“That’s good.” He said smiling a small yet sad smile. He scratched the back of his neck, something he usually did when he was nervous, especially when he was around you.

Silence filled the room, all that was heard was the fire crackling and popping, you stared over at the fire for a few seconds before turning back to him, snapping out of the trance.

“Have you been seeing anyone, recently?” You asked, afraid to know the answer, expecting him to have ran back to Ada.

“No, I haven’t. Have you?” He said to your surprise. You shrugged, “I tried to, but it never became anything.” You looked down at your lap trying to avoid his gaze, twiddling with the rings on your fingers. You noticed his hand slowly make its way to you and rest on your knee. You felt your heart skip a beat once he touched you, you craved his touch, you missed everything about him, to you, he was your soulmate, the man you’d never stop loving. You hesitated at first but rested your shaky hand over his, your fingers sliding in between his. His hands left scars from previous missions, you wanted to protect him, just as much as he did for you.

“Why did you leave me?” He asked softly, unknown to you, he never felt this much heartbreak in his life, he felt like his heart was torn out of his chest. He loved you, he loved you more than anything in this fucked up, broken world. The truth was all he wanted from you.

“I left because .. You cared more for Ada than you ever did for me. The way you look at her, I just- .. You never looked at me the same way you did to her. I know you have a history with her but you have a history with me too, and I thought you loved me. I thought you wanted to be with me, just like you told me all those years ago. I couldn’t take it, I felt like I was being lied to everyday of being with you.” You started, you needed to vent this out to him, he needed to hear everything you wished you had said before.

You took a deep breath to calm down. “(Y/N), I- ..” He chimed in but you interrupted him.

“Leon, you left me to die back in that hell hole of a mission, I was hanging off the side of a building and I called out for you, but you went to protect Ada .. instead of me.” Your eyes filled with tears once again, you didn’t want to break but you couldn’t hold back the feeling anymore. You broke down crying, covering your face with your hands, afraid of him to see you this way. His heart sank, he never realised how much it hurt you, how much you thought he loved her more than you. He pulled his hand back from where it was on your knee and grabbed your wrists gently, pulling you into his arms. You curled up in a ball and put your feet into his lap, your knees resting against his chest and burying your face in his shoulder.

“I’m- I’m so sorry (Y/N), I didn’t even realise, I didn’t know.” He said, wrapping his strong arms tightly around your body. Tears fell from his eyes, watching you break down like this, it made him realise how hurt you were, how much his history with Ada deeply affected you. He pressed his lips to your head, lingering there for just a moment. The aroma of whiskey and beer flooded your nose, but you didn’t care, you felt safe in his arms.

“You belong with me, you are the only woman I have ever seen myself having a future with. You are the missing piece to my puzzled life.” He whispered, hoping to calm you down with his words and his husky voice.

You lifted your head and looked up at him, unsure of what you thought you heard him say. “You see a future with me? With us?” You asked, sniffling, your eyes bloodshot. He smiled a small smile, moving a strand of your hair and running his thumb across your cheek.

“I always have .. I just never want to make those mistakes again that I have made in the past. I will never abandon you.” He wiped away a few stray tears that sat on your skin. Hearing those words had given you the reassurance you needed. You trusted him, you realised it, listening to him, he was telling the truth.

“Leon I’m so sorry for leaving you. I love you so much.” You lifted your arms and swung them around his neck, smothering his face in multiple kisses. He let out a small chuckle, which was music to your ears.

“I love you even more, sweetheart.” He responded, letting you give him all the love and comfort that you had both needed from each other.

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justanotheronechicagofan · 4 years

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7. The thing that works

series summary - Will the Halstead brothers be able to reconnect with their sister after 5 years? chapter summary - a worried Hailey visits Jay and finds out more about Madeline Jay Halstead, Hailey Upton TW - Mentions of parental death and missing persons investigation

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Several loud knocks on Jay’s door jerked him from his stillness.

His phone screen flashed back at him - 22:38 and multiple texts from his partner.

💬 Hailey :) [23 minutes ago] I'm gonna take your lack of response as a no - I'm coming over

💬 Hailey :) [48 minutes ago] You okay?

💬 Hailey :) [1hr ago] Wanna grab a beer? I’ll buy ... :)

Shit - Considering he doesn’t even know where the past hour is gone, he really isn’t in the mood to see people. Especially people that he can’t hide from. Rubbing his face, he quickly made his way to the door. Before he even has the chance to tell her that he’s fine, his partner makes her way into the apartment, his favourite 6pack in tow.

“Hails-” “Nope. I get you wanna be alone but that’s just not gonna happen” she says, already putting the beers in the fridge. Knowing he’s already lost this, he sighs and goes to grab the glasses. When he turns, he can’t help but smile seeing her struggling to reach for the whisky. “I got it,” he said, swiftly grabbing it. “Why’d you put it so high?” she huffs. “Because, someone had a little too much and kept fighting me for more last time, remember?” he patronised with a smile on his face as he poured. He’ll never admit it but there’s a little part of him that left it there because he finds it cute. She gives him a look but a second later, her eyes crinkle. “Still had that hangover though” laughing in the brightest way. He chuckled and they clinked their glasses together before falling into a comfortable silence.

They stand around the counter slowly sipping and although there’s a part of Hailey that wants to know, she decides to just join him in the quiet. After a while he reveals, “That girl from yesterday. She’s my sister” She suspected it but it still takes her back. Reigning in the questions popping up in her mind, she just asks “What’s her name?” “Maddie. Madeline Grace” Jay said with a small smile. “That’s pretty. It suits her” she said. “Yeah it does. Mom had it picked out way before she knew she was having a girl” Hailey notices how this is the first time in weeks she’s seen him genuinely smile. “Oh wow. Prepared lady.” “Hell no. We were both in high school when Maddie was born - Will was a senior!” Jay laughed. “Total surprise after Mom and Dad went to the cabin for their wedding anniversary.” “Well, that cabin does have views,” she said, remembering when Jay invited Intelligence to Wisconsin in the Summer. “Yeah. Mom was thrilled. I mean she loved us but I think she always wanted a girl. And man did Maddie have all of us wrapped around her finger, even Dad” Hailey chuckled as the image of a teenage Will and Jay trying to win the affection of a newborn popped in her head. “What?” Jay smiled holding her gaze. “Just trying to imagine how that went down,” she amused. “Oh it's exactly like you imagine it. Gets funnier when she got into fairies” “Did you join in?” she asked, holding back the laughter even though she knew the answer would be yes. “Course I did Hails. Tea parties, playing house, being her horse, serious business.” he listed schooling his face before joining Hailey who was bursting. “Seriously though, younger me would have loved that” Hailey said once they calmed down. “Yeah?” “Mhh. I was more into princesses than fairies but my 12 and 9 year old brothers weren’t as keen. They were good when I wanted to join in playing cops though so guess that came in handy” she joked. “I guess it did,” Jay smiled, imagining a little Hailey running around. “C’mon what do you wanna ask me?” he said when he saw her debating something in her head. “Uh- The tv the other night. I looked it up and that film- I mean, was she always into acting?” “Mmm. Was a surprise to me too. I haven’t asked her about it yet but I guess she always did liked to perform” “Perform?” she said, cocking her head. “Yeah. She’s loved ballet ever since Mom first took her - I think she was like 3 or something. Told me today that she’s training to be one” he replied, proud. “Really? Jay! That’s amazing!” “Yeah. I’m so proud of her. I mean, Will and I always knew she would” he beamed. “You have any photos?” Hailey asked, relieved seeing Jay this happy.

He came back from the bedroom moments later and handed her a purple file folder decorated around the edge with gem stickers. She first picked up the stack of pictures and as she looked through them, the red haired girl in beautiful costumes grew before her, perfectly poised and always smiling widely at the camera. “Man, you Halstead’s don’t like to go half way with doing things do you?” Hailey joked, perusing through the several clippings of local papers, the word ‘places’ and ‘wins’ jumping out at her in almost every headline. When she got to the last one, she paused at the date.

_______________________________________________________________________ Carlisle ballerina wins first place in Youth America Grand Prix | 14 January 2013 Madeline Halstead of Carlisle took first place in the junior classical division of the Youth America Grand Prix Regional Semi-Finals held in Pennsylvania this past weekend. The 13 year old who has trained at the Central Pennsylvania Youth Ballet since the age of 7, performed three variations in front of 5 judges and a full audience. Although the Youth Grand Prix is considered to be the world’s largest ballet competition, this was not the first time Madeline captured a win. Miss Halstead first received gold when she was just 10 years old, going on to place in the top 12 in her category every year at the Philadelphia Semi Finals. The spotlight is on for Madeline as she prepares ahead for the NY Finals in April where she placed third in the same category last year. _______________________________________________________________________

She furrowed her eyebrows as she flicked back through the articles - the earlier ones were mostly about holiday productions held in local schools but there was at least one for every year starting from 2006. Where were the others? “That’s the last one,” Jay said, reading her thoughts. She looked back at him confused, but that’s 5 years ago. He meets her with the same indescribable expression she had witnessed that night at Mollys. Jay bore into her as if he was analyzing her trust, then finally placed a file she didn’t catch the first time round in front of her. She tensed as she instantly recognised the front. A case file.

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Carlisle P.D. - Missing Juvenile Report Name: Madeline Grace Halstead Age:14. Female. White. 5'4", 93 lbs. Red hair, long. Last seen: Exiting ballet studio at 21:32 on 6/03/2013 walking towards North Street. Reported: 20:36 on 7/03/2013 Reported by: Robert Louis Davis, MD _______________________________________________________________________

Her breath hitched as she read the first few lines of the report. She looked back at him when she got to the reported time. Why did it take that long to report? Who is Robert? He’s a doctor? And where even is Carlisle?

Hailey watched as Jay downed his drink and slowly began.

“When Mom died- She uh went to go live with our aunt in Pennsylvania- cause none of us really could be with Maddie. Me n Mouse, we’d just got back, Dad was drinking and - I mean Will didn’t even come back for the funeral.” Hailey noticed the tinge of blame that was there. A smile touched his eyes as he continued, “But Mads loved it in Carlisle. Mamie, our aunt was Mom’s best friend and um she never had kids but she used to come over all the time and she helped us out a lot when Mom got sick. Mads and Mamie, they’d always call or send pictures and me n Mouse would go whenever we could. Mamie and Rob, they really helped me and Mouse out that first year cause- we were just- ”

Hailey recognised that look in Jay as he trailed off. She always saw it creep up no matter how hard he tried to hide it. She didn’t know where to take this but she figured that him giving her the case file was his way of an invitation. She asked gently, wanting to bring him back. “Jay. She was walking home?”

Jay slightly shook, bringing himself back and continued, “Maddie always biked or walked there cause it’s like a 15 minute walk and the towns small, safe. Tree lined streets, I mean the actual studios in a college.”

“And Robert? He didn’t realise?”

“Yeah. I couldn’t even look at him because of it then. But I can’t blame the guy - he got home that night at 2am and then slept cause he’d worked 18 hours. The school didn’t call him and Mamie didn’t pick up when the studio called cause she was out of town. Mads usually went straight there from school so he didn’t even know. Only found out when he went to pick her up. They tried but by the time it got reported it was-”

“Nearly 24 hours gone” Hailey thought aloud.

“Yeah. Didn’t have anything to work with. The footage of her leaving the studio was the last thing, she didn’t show up on any eyes after. Just disappeared. They put out AMBER alerts and reached out to Chicago and New York cause that’s where me and Will were. They thought maybe she ran away but-”

“She would have shown up on footage” Hailey finished the sentence.

“Yeah.” Jay breathed out, looking down the empty glass. “That and we knew her. She was so excited for the Finals in NY. Case never closed but after a while -” he shaked his head. Hailey watched his body clench as resentment smouldered his features “Not even a year after, Dad started speaking like she was dead. Like she was with Mom. Haven’t talked to him since” Hailey then witnessed the slight, almost imperceptible change in him, but couldn’t quite place it. He inhaled shakily then breathed out,

“Thing is -”

“I thought she was dead too”

It made sense to Hailey now. How her partner always seemed to find the cases involving kids the hardest. How he always went beyond helping out families who lost theirs. She wondered if maybe that’s why he joined Intelligence. If maybe in those late nights he stayed even when all the paperwork was done, he was searching for her. And that look she’d seen that night at Mollys. She could name it now. It was a look she would never be able to fully understand. And as his escaping tears crumbled the wall away, she moved silently and held him.

She was going to stay with him tonight.

💙✨🦋✨💙

Next Chapter

A/N - The characters belong to Dick Wolf and are from the One Chicago universe he created. A longer chapter featuring Hailey and Jay. This was really difficult for me to write so I hope it turned out okay. Thank you so much to those that are coming along on this story with me :)

#upstead #chicago pd #jay halstead #hailey upton #tw: parental death #tw: missing persons investigation

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theres-a-goldensky · 4 years

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BL Show Review Series - Until We Meet Again

The next show I am going to review is (spoilers) my favorite BL to date. It’s called Until We Meet Again, and it is fantastic.

Disclaimer that these are my own opinions, and I don’t know where the BL community as a whole stands on these shows. If I disliked a show you loved or visa versa, no disrespect is intended!

MASTERLIST OF BL SHOW REVIEWS

Mild Spoiler Warning and TW: brief mentions of suicide and homophobia

Until We Meet Again Rating: 9 / 10

I’ve put off writing about this show, because I’m finding it hard to articulate all of the reasons why the whole thing works so well. First of all, it needs to be said that whoever did the casting should get whatever the Thai version of an Emmy is, because every person involved in this show is so, so good. The standout, however, is Fluke as the main character, Pharm.

Fluke is, in my humble opinion, unequivocally the best actor in the Thai BL world. So much of the emotional work is done by him, in a show that is very, very emotional, and he carries the weight of the narrative really well. This man can cry on cue, and I swear he can make himself blush on cue too. You believe every second of his performance, and he makes Pharm very likable, relatable, and sympathetic without tipping over into helpless damsel territory.

Part of what makes the character so good is the quiet but firm way that he sticks up for himself. When Alex, the popular drama club president, starts to flirt with him, instead of running to Dean or meekly tolerating it, Pharm smiles politely and rejects him in a way that leaves no room for confusion. And when Dean does something that Pharm is uncomfortable with, Pharm forgives him with the gentle caveat that he never do it again. It’s said kindly, but you understand that Pharm means it, and Dean understands that too.

Anyway, that’s a hundred words just about how much I love Pharm, and we haven’t even talked about the main relationship. See, this is why I haven’t written about this show yet.

A quick overview of the show is that back in the late 80s, two university-aged men named Korn and In fell in love. However, their fathers disapproved, and Korn’s father was a mob boss who had tight control over his son. In despair, Korn kills himself and In, sick with grief, follows.

(left: Korn, right: In)

Then, cut to modern times, we meet Pharm and Dean, who we quickly understand are the reincarnations of In and Korn, respectively. It’s Pharm’s first day at university, and while he’s there doing all the introduction stuff, he meets his future best friends, Team and Manaow, and locks eyes with Dean.

Dean and Pharm both feel this connection, and their relationship is the sweetest, softest, kindest thing you will ever encounter in one of these series. Dean is a taciturn third year who is the president of the swimming club. He has plenty of female admirers, but he’s been looking for someone all his life. When he finds Pharm, he knows that his search is over. He is so gentle with Pharm, who is dealing with PTSD from In’s memories. At the same time, Dean doesn’t play any games. He makes it clear that he likes Pharm and wants Pharm to like him back. He never tries to hide his feelings with Pharm or anyone else.

(left: Dean, right: Pharm)

Ohm, who plays Dean, has less to do than Fluke, because Dean is not the primary POV character of the show, and he’s much quieter overall. But what he does well is watching Pharm and touching him like he is the most important thing in the world. He’s open with his affection and never gets hostile or aggressive the way characters often do in these stories. He’s a big guy, but he’s very kind.

Korn and In’s story is told through flashbacks that are mainly meant to mirror Dean and Pharm in the present. It’s hard to watch their happiness when we know how it’s going to end up. Earth plays In, who patiently and insistently chases after Korn. His smile is like sunlight. Seriously, he is a gift, which makes it all the harder to watch him go through so much pain. Korn is much more stoic. I think of all of the characters, he’s the one I had the hardest time connecting with. He keeps a very stern face most of the time, but by the end, it still hurts seeing him suffer.

One of the key things that makes this drama different than other BLs is that it has a genuinely compelling plot. We get to watch as Dean and Pharm navigate their new relationship while trying to piece together what is happening inside their heads. They also need to figure out how much of what they feel for each other is them and how much of it is because of Korn and In’s memories. The story went places I truly wasn’t expecting at times and kept me interested the whole way through.

The supporting characters on this show are also great. The secondary couple is Pharm’s friend Team and Dean’s friend Win. Win is the vice president of the swimming club, and Team is a junior member of the club. They immediately have that playful, fighting vibe between them that is really fun to watch.

(left: Team, right: Win)

Win’s character has lots of tattoos and piercings. He looks like a bad boy, but just like Dean, he’s actually very nice. He’s more mischievous and outgoing than Dean though. This makes him a better match for Team, who isn’t afraid to match Win’s attitude and return his teasing back at him.

Oftentimes, the secondary pairings bore me a bit, but I loved, loved, LOVED Win and Team. They are getting their own series next year, and I cannot wait for it.

Something else I want to point out about this story is that there are no Evil Female Characters. No clingy ex-girlfriends or scheming, jealous love rivals anywhere to be seen. But there ARE female characters, and they’re all great. Manaow, Pharm’s other best friend, is the main one. She’s played by Thai BL mainstay Sammy. Manaow is loud and friendly and supportive. She also gets her own boyfriend, though I wish we saw more of that relationship (give it to us in the sequel, pleassssse). Dean’s sister Del quickly joins their group of friends as well. Then there’s the less prominent members of Pharm’s cooking club. Female family members who also play big roles in the narrative.

The show isn’t without its faults. The one BLARING example that comes to mind is product placement. Until We Meet Again has the most blatant and annoying product placement I have ever seen. It almost feels like the show is stopping and having the characters give full commercials mid-episode. I refuse to mention the names of the products, but they are highlighted in a ham-handed way that is even more crass when you contrast it with the quality of the rest of the show. The worst one, by far, is at least relegated to a sort of mini-story after the episode. It involves one character encouraging another to go to the sponsored clinic and get cosmetic work done. The whole thing is not just gross but also out of character for both of them. I’ve pretty much erased it from my mind. Capitalism can burn.

The other thing is that occasionally the pacing drags a bit. I enjoyed it, but the director lingers 5-10 seconds too long on some shots, especially those involving eye contact. This is normal for BLs, but not to this extent. There’s an almost-kiss scene that drags on for nearly a FULL MINUTE in an early episode. At this point, I’ve rewatched the show so many times that I know when to hit the skip 10 secs button to move things along at a faster clip. But the first time I watched, I was like, “OK, I get it. They’re looking at each other and remembering events from their past lives. You have thoroughly conveyed this.”

But those are comparatively minor gripes and didn’t detract too much from my enjoyment. Watch this show. Have tissues ready.

And if you’re interested in fanfic, I put together rec lists for multiple BL shows including this one that can be found here and here.

MASTERLIST OF BL SHOW REVIEWS

(Send me an ask if you have a show you’d like me to review - with the understanding that I will be completely honest - or if there’s anything you think I forgot or got wrong in this review.)

#until we meet again #uwma #bl review series #ohmfluke #deanpharm #dean x pharm #bounprem #winteam #win x team #kornin #korn x in #cooheart #kao x earth #thai bl #bl recs

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hoedameron · 3 years

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but before i go looking in the tags, let’s talk about my latest gifsets!

what a worker bee i was both yesterday and today with prodigal son AND loki <3 never have i created so many gifs in a short amount of time it’s a damn miracle that my photoshop didn’t straight up cough up blood and keel over. alas, us bitches are stronger than that! if this post gets flagged because of the scenes i included....that would just mean that i made the right decision to exclude those scenes ajsdksajkldsa

malcolm stabbing martin

when the episode finally downloaded, i took a peek at the ending before it aired to see how it all ends (just in case it doesn’t get renewed </3). GOSH, was i just in a TIZZY when i saw this happen and i couldn’t tell my dad what i saw because we were straight up watching the show as it aired. anyways, keeping my secret knowledge, i got to work on making this gifset. i missed a huge chunk of the episode bc it took me over TWO hours to make the six gif set. i was really torn on the “artistic” approach aka which scene to gif and which to leave out. because i saw the ending before anything else, i couldn’t play it out loud and i didn’t have my headphones to listen so i was like FREE FORMING THE SUBTITLES. plus the captions weren’t synced up so it was really hard to decipher what was being said :(

i really thought i would be able to create the set before 9 but i was running into unforeseen issues such as the subtitle problem, which on top of that, like i said earlier, my photoshop is c/racked and janky so....you catch my drift. i was actually going to gif the bisexual moment in the cafe which i think would’ve been MUCH easier but i jumped the gun and wanted to make the gifs of the shocking ending. funny part about that is the shocking part wasn’t even included in my set (malcolm driving the knife into martin) because i felt like the scene was too short...anyways, let’s talk about the positives:

i really do like the coloring of this one. i used a psd that i’ve used before and luckily it’s meant for outdoor scenes with greenery so the gif really popped. sharpening, buddy ole pal, love you sm. the caption was kinda last minute but i hoped to save it with the gradient. cropping was a bitch because for some reason, it takes forever when you’ve made multiple gifs beforehand (cache innit) pero we pulled through! i actually started not saving the psd files to try and save time which is very unusual for me pero i was getting frustrated with photoshop so i was like y’know what....so i just gave up entirely and stopped saving. i do save when i’m taking my time but jeez, it’s a bad habit. i like saving the psd file because i never know if there is a mistake i missed in post and when i go to publish it, it’s blatant and it needs to be fixed. please, save your psd files idc if it takes up space u can just delete them later. IT HELPS !! TRUST ME!!

first & “last” appearance

i actually premade gifs for this gifset! unfortunately, i didn’t realize that three of the five gifs were the wrong size (pictured above) because i flipped the ratio. instead of 268 x 250, i made them 250 x 268. i don’t know HOW i managed to fuck that up but luckily i saved the psd files (wink, wink) so the coloring was still intact. i think i had to restart photoshop or it was getting too late so i picked it back up in the morning. sucks that i had to remake the entire gif from scratch but we will take some wins xx

coloring is the same with the previous gifset (listen....it’s a good coloring) and i actually did have an alternative coloring that was very warm pero i didn’t end up using it. almost melted the two with the “last” appearance of gil but ultimately didn’t go through with it. also i was thinking of using baby malcolm as the first appearance because technically, that IS his first appearance in the show but i was like...just use adult malcolm lol. also i know that scene of dani isn’t the “first” but the first scene she has goes really quick and she is planked by gil so there isn’t much of a solo (even though this scene isn’t much of a solo either pero it’s better than the former). the lighting is weird in this episode and my coloring tried their best :/ i know gifmakers make each gif a diff coloring pero i’m lazy okay and looking to be time effiencent. another slight tangent is that i actually queued the post for the morning but since i woke up to a storm, i was like, i’m here so i’ll publish it myself.

other than that...i didn’t run into any other problem. i was actually hesitant to make the caption that because i wasn’t sure how to really describe the team. i have poor memory so if there was ever an official name, i do not remember it. i did a quick google search pero it turned up nothing. i stuck with “dream team” because, well, that’s what they are. plus i didn’t want to tarnish the gifset with any mentions of p/olice (i was thinking about putting sumn along the lines of ‘the nypd team’) so DREAM TEAM IT IS because it’s true! you cannot have the show without these five! also, i should’ve used quotations on “last” because there is a bunch of talk about a renewal pero...just in case... sorry y’all :/

odinson brothers parallels

this was made in the spur of the moment. i saw that the teaser trailer with shirtless loki dropped in hd, i came A-RUNNING! it was posted like 47 minutes after the fact and i was like...somebody probably already made a gifset of the scene so i was like...gosh, to make the gifset or not all the while i was trying to download the video. trying because again, this was in the middle of a storm so my wifi was acting up and wasn’t at its strongest (whatever that may be). so i was getting frustrated because neither cc nor 4kdownloader was downloading this small one minute clip. that’s when i knew i was gonna be too late to make the loki gifset so i was like whatever ig...

then i had an idea.

i love parallels so luckily it hit me that this paralleled with thor and how his hair got chopped off. so, i knew i had ragnarok downloaded and got to work <3 wasn’t sure what dimensions to use so i went with 268 x 268 to make perfect squares. because the loki scene was short, i could only make three so i was like..okay, i can work with this. three for loki, three for thor, they’re brothers and they share! i wasn’t planning to add subtitles but i had written them down for the plain gifset so i was like alright, we’re going all in. i didn’t take that long to make since again, they’re small gifs and i did have a coloring in mind that i always use for ragnarok (it’s my fave for non-marvel edits as well). there was a slight adjustment to the final loki gif because i realized the gif had that dark fade into the scene which i didn’t know if it was an artistic choice for the show itself or was added for the trailer only (it happens when companies cut a bunch of scenes together and it’s not at all how it actually plays out). i didn’t want to take any chances so i cut those parts out. i know the gifs are short on the loki side pero...that’s just how it is in show business.

thank you so much for listening and hearing me out! i like discussing my work and i try to have pride in them even if the numbers don’t reflect what i hope they would. either way, still learning, still growing, still thinking about buying p.s. like deadass this shit is RIDICULOUS -_- imagine opening up ps and like...it opens up in less than two minutes...shivers

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years

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Chapter 6; Avengers and Chimeras vs. Thanos

*Author’s note*

Okay guys, prepare your tissues because here we are. The final sequence for Infinity War. I wanted to wait to publish this specific chapter till after I saw End Game to see whether I should change the ending and fortunately I don’t have to but I will probably break some hearts (much like with my Rock angel series that some of you may know) so here are some tissues in hand *holds out tissues* and I hope you all enjoy the first part of Mother Raksha because it’s official that this story will be put on HIATUS TILL I GET END GAME ON DVD.

Taglist:

@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

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His eyes were locked right at Vision and that’s when Banner said gravely.

“Cap. That’s him”. Steve activated his left shield and commanded out to everyone.

“Eyes up. Stay sharp!” then the final confrontation began.

As Thanos slowly walked towards Vision one by one each of us led an attack. First Bruce went for a sucker-punch with the Hulk-buster but Thanos used the gauntlet and the suit began to glow a pure blue as he completely phased through Thanos and rolled over towards the mountain side where he was now pinned by the rock of the mountain itself.

Steve charged at Thanos but a purple mist shot out and Steve was sent flying through the air and landed along the side of the jungle. T’Challa leapt in the air hoping to strike Thanos now that his suit was filled with kinetic energy, but the titan merely grabbed T’Challa by the neck and held him as he squirmed in his grip before delivering a single punch right at his head sending him to the ground and bursting out with kinetic energy.

Sam fired multiple shots as he came diving downward but his suit suddenly glows blue and he was sent straight to the ground at Thanos’ feet, his wings crippled and damaged like they had been clipped.

“Rauri, lead some of our chimeras into the next attack” I told him. He looked to me worriedly but I merely looked at him with strong eyes and told him to do as I said. He nodded then he phased back into his wolf form and let out a fearsome snarl as he charged on ahead along with Maria, Mitchell, Caesar and Kenai.

“Wanda, it’s time” I heard Vision say weakly.

“No!” my sister snapped.

“They can’t stop him Wanda but we can. Look at me”. He reached out for her hand and had her turn around to face him. One by one I watched as my husband and friends were tossed aside like nothing as they tried to keep Thanos away from Vision. I turned back towards them listening to them argue back and forth till I finally said.

“Then let me do it! I have enough power in either my resonance howl or super bark to destroy the stone myself? Don’t make Wanda do this Vision!”

“(Y/n), you may have gained some power from the stone but not enough. Only Wanda has the power to destroy the stone” he told me.

“This isn’t fair! After—after Pietro you were the only thing keeping Wanda out of the dark. Don’t make her go through that loss again! I can’t—I can’t lose another brother!” I felt his hand gently cup my face and he said to me.

“You have grown so much (y/n), you have and would have been a great sister in law to have. But right now you are needed with your people. Fight alongside them, they need you”.

“He’s right (y/n), you need to leave this to me. Keep him off my back till it’s done”. I turned toward Wanda to see her eyes filled with tears but she still managed to show strength as she looked at me.

I looked at them both and I sighed heavily before phasing into my wolf form and I let out a snarl before letting out a powerful howl alerting the rest of the chimeras to get ready for attack.

*3rd Person POV*

As Wanda slowly backed away holding out her hand Vision assured her.

“It’s alright, you could never hurt me. I just feel you”. Wanda then slowly reached out with her power until finally a powerful red blast shot right at Vision’s forehead right at the stone. Vision took the entire blast full force as he didn’t fight back while Wanda was allowing the tears to fall down her face.

Rhodey now fired every single gun or missile he had in his War Machine suit right at Thanos who was creating a shield using the space stone. He then activated the Space stone’s power to squeeze Rhodey’s armor making his gasp out within the suit before tossing him aside like trash.

Sam and Dean Winchester charged head on in both lion and bear form and Sam leapt out baring his claws out as he let out a ferocious roar but like he did to Bruce, he made Sam go right through Thanos before landing on the other side before pinning him down using the actual earth from the ground.

Dean charged toward Thanos and slashed at the titan with his black bear paws. But Thanos was using a shield like last time with Rhodey and taking advantage of his closeness, Thanos used the Power Stone to send Dean flying through the air and landed against a tree before being knocked out.

Their wives Danneel and Genevieve soon let out sonic roars to try and push Thanos back. They both managed to do it but it was only a matter of time when Thanos managed to walk against their roars but then just before he could activate the Power stone once more, something jumped on his back.

Thanks to her friends, (y/n) was able to sneak past Thanos and wait for the right moment to strike him from behind. She snarled and claws at Thanos with both her normally sharp and Vibranium sharp claws. Thanos tried with all his might to get the She-wolf off him till he finally picked her up by the neck and tossed her right towards a tree, breaking off a branch and letting it fall on top of her as she fell to the ground.

He then used the Power stone to finish off both Danneel and Gen sending them through the air as well. Lifting off the branch now in human form, (y/n) glared at Thanos and raced after him snarling out defensively before leaping up towards him and took a bite out of his right arm.

Thanos growled down at the wolf girl starting to get annoyed with her persistence. He at one point would’ve admired her for her strength but now she was becoming an insect, like a certain Spider he faced on Titan. He thrashed his arm around trying to shake (y/n) off of him but she held on strong.

Her wolf fangs digging into his arm as she held onto him with an iron grip snarling and growling as she was thrashed around like a ragdoll. He then gripped her hair tightly and managed to forcefully rip him off his arm even at the point of allowing a chunk of his skin to be ripped apart as he tossed (y/n) like garbage.

She let out a pained yelp as she was now thrown against a boulder and knocked unconscious.

Seeing his sister get knocked out, in rage Bucky came out from the bushes crying out at fearsome warrior’s cry as he fired multiple shots at Thanos. But like before using the Power stone, it only took one burst of energy from the stone to bring Bucky down to the floor unconscious.

Both Okoye and Morowa tossed their Dora Milaje spears right at the Mad Titan but at the last possible second, Thanos stopped both spears midway with the Power stone and sent both the General of the Dora Milaje and The Jaguar flying through the air.

Natasha who was running right beside the two woman charged Thanos head on but soon the earth lifted from under her feet knocking her down and like Dean, she was pinned under rock and earth, unable to get free.

Groot finally took the stand and slammed both his arms into the ground and vines soon charged towards Thanos until they finally put him in a bind, which unfortunately lasted for a second before he sent Groot against a log using the space stone.

Running out of time and seeing her family go down one by one, Wanda turned back towards Vision and this time used both hands increasing the power of her attack on the Mind stone.

The remaining chimeras each fell one by one until finally Steve managed to regain consciousness and he alone faced the Mad Titan. Thanos sent a punch his way but Steve managed to slide underneath his arm before turning around and getting a few good slashes with his shields on Thanos’ leg and chest before finally delivering a sucker punch at Thanos’ jaw.

Vision could feel himself starting to slip away as Wanda’s power was finally starting to get to the source of the stone itself. He closed his eyes as a tear slid down his face and Wanda kept watching heartbroken that Vision was almost gone.

As Steve tried to keep Thanos occupied, the Titan then tried to reach for Steve with the gauntlet hoping to squeeze the life out of him like he had done to other in the past. But something happened that the Titan did not expect.

Steve managed to catch and hold onto the gauntlet, keeping his hand away from his body.

Thanos stared at Steve curiously. How could a mortal, a mere human hold him back? Let alone touch the gauntlet himself. Steve shook as it took all his strength just to keep Thanos back before he finally let out a yell. Having enough, Thanos raised his free fist and punched Steve right in the head knocking him out and leaving his path clear to get the last stone he needed.

Wanda turned around and used her left hand to push Thanos away as hard as she could hoping to give her more time since she alone now stood between Thanos and the Stone.

Using a shield from the space stone to block her attack and pushing through her powers as best as he could, Thanos trudged onward to get the stone before it was too late. All the awhile Vision whispering to her words of assurance that everything would be alright as she kept crying, knowing that either he was going to die first or they both were going to go together.

Wanda never let her eyes leave Vision as he kept telling her everything was alright, while Thanos inch by inch got closer to them. It was then Vision said his final words to Wanda.

“I love you”. The stone soon began to crack. Vision looked at Wanda one last time and managed out a soft smile to her, before closing his eyes as his face now began to glow and crack.

The Mind Stone soon shattered into pieces and a powerful blast shot out making the trees of the jungle shake and sending both Wanda and Thanos across the jungle.

With the last bit of thunder from the blast echoing through the jungle, all that remained was a crater created from the blast, Vision was gone.

Softly panting, Thanos looked to where Vision once was before turning his attention down to Wanda. She lay there on the ground silently weeping at the loss of the man that she loved. She knew in her mind that it was what was best, because now Thanos couldn’t get the stone, but the price was too high, for now she lost the one man that filled the void in her heart after her twin had died three years ago.

“I understand my child, better than anyone” she heard Thanos say as he walked up to her. She slowly raised her head up and glared at the Mad titan.

“You could never!” She sneered venomously. Thanos merely looked at her before lowering himself down and gently grazing her head with his fingers. Wanda lowered her head as a voice snarled out.

“Get away from her!” Thanos turned around to see (y/n) slowly staggering to pull herself up.

*My POV*

I had seen the explosion happen, and my heart broke into pieces at losing another brother, but now Thanos was about to take my Mama Bear away from me. Not if I had anything to say about it.

Staggering to get myself up I managed out.

“Get away from her!” I could only manage to get on my hands and knees but I glared at Thanos as I revealed my wolf eyes to him before crawling towards him and Wanda. “Step….away—from her…..you big….purple….bastard!”

“You indeed have spark wolf girl. You remind me so much of my daughter, you both have the same fire in your eyes”. He said to me.

“I won’t ask again scrotum chin. Step….away from my sister. Before I super bark you straight to hell like I did a certain snake who got in my way!” He remained quiet and said as he looked back down at my sister.

“Today I lost more than you both can know, but now is no time to mourn,” he then walked towards the spot where Vision exploded as he continued, “Now is no time at all”. He then activated the gauntlet but unlike the other times, it turned green and some intricate patterned designs that remained me of Mystical arts magic formed around the gauntlet.

He then began to slowly spin his hand as I approached Wanda and we both watched in confusion of what was happening.

It wasn’t until I started to see the explosion happen again but this time in reverse slow-mo. And I took notice that Vision was starting to be put back together. It all happened so fast because now Vision was kneeling down like before once the jungle reversed itself right at the explosion.

“No!”

“Vision!” Both Wanda and I cried out before we were both knocked away by Thanos’ hand and knocked unconscious once more.

*3rd Person POV*

Thanos then gripped Vision’s throat and lifted him up into the air. Choking and gasping lighting on air, Vision lay there limp at the grip of Thanos as the titan slowly reached out with his other hand to grab the last stone he needed.

Eyeing the stone greedily, he took the stone into his fingers before slowly pulling it right out of Vision’s head. He then finally managed to indent Vision’s forehead in and take the stone into his hand at last. As the stone left his body, Vision’s entire body turned grey as his color was now completely gone.

Thanos then discarded the dead android like trash as he now had his prize at last. He then slowly placed the Mind Stone into the last remaining spot located at the center palm of the gauntlet before finally feeling the power of all six infinity stones coursing through his veins as he let out a let taking in the power.

His gauntlet was now complete.

Suddenly he was pushed backwards by a powerful lighting strike. Up in the sky the God of Thunder Thor held his new weapon Stormbreaker in his hand after just sending Thanos a good few yards from the spot he once stood at.

Thanos then fired a powerful blast using the power of all six infinity stones while Thor merely tossed his axe which managed to cut through the power of the stones before finally hitting its target. A bright flash surrounded Thanos and it quickly died down as now embedded in his chest was Thor’s new weapon.

Thor came right before Thanos finally having the Titan at his mercy, to make him pay for what he had to his people, to his brother, to his friends. He was going to make Thanos pay dearly for everything that he has done throughout the galaxy.

“I told you. You’d die for that!” he sneered as he now stood face to face against the kneeling titan.

Thor then pushed his axe further into Thanos’ chest which made the titan cry out in agony, but Thor didn’t care. He glared at Thanos wanting to ensure he felt every last ounce of pain for the vengeance and justice he sought out.

The only sound that came out of Thanos was his labored breathing, but he did manage to utter something under his breath as he was now at the mercy of the God of Thunder.

“You should have……” he touched Thor’s armor before whispering out, “You should……” he let out an exhale before hissing out weakly and finishing his declaration; “You should have gone for the head”.

Thanos then lifted his left hand up and touched his middle finger and thumb together and as Thor exclaimed out, Thanos snapped his fingers and a bright light flashed.

As the light died down, Thanos’ entire left arm was scarred and burned, as was the gauntlet itself. Thor fearfully whispered to the Titan.

“What did you do?” Thanos didn’t respond. “What’d you do!?” Thor demanded once more. With one finally use of the space stone, Thanos managed to open up a portal and he disappeared leaving Stormbreaker behind with half its blade covered in the titan’s blood.

*My POV*

All I saw when I started to wake up was a flash of light and I heard a snap. I then watched as Thor demanded Thanos of what he had done before disappearing into the same portal he had come out of.

“Wolfie, (y/n) you okay?” I turned and saw both Bucky and Rauri coming towards me.

“Yeah, what happened?”

“I don’t know, Thanos just snapped his fingers and then disappeared”. My boys helped me up and I leaned against Bucky.

Something didn’t feel right. I just knew it I could smell it.

Steve walked up towards Thor and asked him.

“Where’d he go?” Thor didn’t respond. Steve began to look around frantically and as he asked Thor again where Thanos had gone.

“Wolfie? Steve?” I heard Bucky say. I looked at him and notice his metal arm was starting to turn to dust. He looked at me before walking toward Steve and dropping his gun before he too collapsed into nothing but ash and dust.

My heart literally stopped and my body froze right on the spot.

My jaw dropped and felt myself shaking. I collapsed to the ground as Steve approached me. Suddenly flashbacks of Pietro’s death began replaying in my mind and now as I clenched the earth and took the ashes that lay there, I could tell right away that this was Bucky. My Bucky Bear.

I let out the most agonizing scream I could as I felt my husband Rauri holding me tightly as I thrashed around in anger, heartbreak, sorrow.

*3rd Person POV*

Out in the fields, half of kings guards, Chimeras, and Jabari were turning to ash and dust. No one knew what was happening, even M’Baku looked around afraid and confused as to why half his people were turning to ash.

At the spot where both Morowa and Okoye fell, T’Challa crawled up to both of them and panted out.

“Up, General. Up, sister. This is no place to die”. He reached out to help the two of them up, both women suddenly collapsed back down as their king and brother turned to ash right before their eyes. Okoye and Morowa were shocked as they both stood up and Okoye said in Wakandan.

“Great Spirit?”

“Brother?” Morowa said in Wakandan as well.

Leaning up weakly against a log, Groot was starting to turn to ash right before Rocket as he said to him weakly.

“I am Groot”. Ears flattened Rocket walked toward Groot saying.

“No. No, no, no!” just as he reached out to touch Groot’s face, he faded away to ash as Rocket whimpered out “Groot! No”. Tears filling his eyes as he had understood what his friend had just called him.

Right by Vision’s body, Wanda began to turn to ash, she then turned to see her sister in mourning of Bucky as she let out a faint whisper.

“I’m sorry (y/n). I love you”. She then leaned her head back and accepted her demise as well.

Deep in the jungle, Sam Wilson let out a groan as he tried to pull himself up before turning to ash. Just a foot away, Rhodey with his War Machine helmet down began walking through the jungle calling out Sam’s name.

“Sam!? Sam where you at?!” As his voice carried through the jungle, Okoye was leaning up against Morowa whimpering and crying as Morowa tried to stay strong and hold her friend tightly but she too was crying at the loss of her best friend and adoptive brother.

Finally finding and reuniting with each other the Betas of the Chimeras; the Winchester pride, Mitchell and Maria found each other but it was only a matter of time.

“Something’s happening” Maria stated.

“I know, but what?” asked Sam. Suddenly at his side, his wife Gen began to fade to ash. “Gen?”

“Sam—” before she could let out another word, she faded to ash. Sam stood there in heartbreak at the sight of his beautiful wife now gone forever. Dean then turned toward his wife to see her arms fading into dust. She looked towards Dean fearfully and she said.

“Dean, I love you”. She then let out a painful sigh as she then faded to ash. Dean tried to reach out for her but all he got were her ashes. Dean then turned towards his brother and said.

“Sammy?”

“Dean…..” it was then Sam Winchester then began to turn to ash himself leaving Dean alone with Michell and Maria.

“Mitchell…..” Maria’s voice said. Mitchell turned towards his girlfriend and said.

“No, no, no don’t you leave me too”. Maria smiled at him and walked up as her legs began to turn to ash. She managed to give him one last kiss before finally saying.

“Fight hard my little Marine dog”. She then faded to ash right in Mitchell’s chest leaving both him and Dean alone. The two men both looked at each other with tears in their eyes as they both ran to find their alphas.

*My POV*

As I kept crying hysterically I suddenly felt this pain inside of me. I stopped my crying before whimpering out.

“Rauri—Steve…..” Rauri released my from his strong embrace as I whimpered out. “I don’t feel so good”. I looked down to see ash specks flying off of me.

“Mavourneen?” Rauri said.

“I don’t—I can’t leave you guys…..Oh my god please both of you come—” Soon I was embraced by both my husband and my father figure Steve Rogers. I could hear Rauri crying out begging me in Irish to not leave him as I whimpered. “I don’t wanna go, no I don’t wanna go…..please guys I don’t wanna go!”

Steve then lay me down on the ground right where Bucky had faded away and I took Rauri’s arm and pulled him close to my lips and whispered two words in his ear.

Then I too faded away into ash.

*3rd Person POV*

“Mo Chride!” Rauri exclaimed as his wife soon faded into ash. Rauri sat there frozen in pure shock. Before his very eyes, just under 24hours after their wedding, his wife (Y/n) Williams was dead and he now bore her ashes in his hands and against his armor.

He let out choked exhales before burying his face into his hands covering himself with his wife’s ashes. Steve had no idea what to tell Rauri nor did he know how to go about comforting him.

First he lost his best friend after finally seeing him be rehabilitated and starting to act like his old self again, now he had lost the young girl whom he looked to as a daughter himself.

He was the first one to ever approach her all those years ago back in Sokovia, when she became an Avenger, he took her under her wing and trained her the most out of anyone. Steve taught her everything he knew and she in turn helped him catch up with the world that she grew up and knew about. The two of them forming a special bond with each other like a father and daughter pairing.

And now she was gone.

Rauri let out the loudest, agonizing and mournful scream than man could ever muster up which echoed throughout the jungle signaling to the other chimeras that their Alpha female was gone forever.

As thunder continued to rumble softly in the sky and more loved ones began fading away, Natasha and Morowa soon joined up with the others. Nat standing over Steve who was now sitting beside Vision’s dead body not believing what was happening, Morowa saw Rauri in wolf form lying in the ashes of his wife whimpering sadly.

She didn’t even need to ask as tears fell down her and she collapsed by Rauri and wept into his fur knowing that she had once again lost another child.

“What is this? What the hell is happening?” asked Rhodey fearfully. No one could answer.

Steve weakly fell onto his butt right beside Vision as he just stared out helplessly and could only mutter out after a long break of silence.

“Oh, God”.

Somewhere in an abandoned field at the top of a hill where an old farm used to be, the Mad Titan Thanos limped weakly through the farm before sitting himself down at the end of the farm. He looked outward before finally letting out a soft exhale and staring out proudly.

He had completed his long goal and wiped off half the population across the galaxy. He sat there smiling softly as the sun was starting to set at a grateful universe.

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