#like it would have been WAY easier for us to look for a 2-bed during 2021. and if it was a 3-bed I'd have rather stayed with Joe.

[thedreadvampy]

My housemate is moving out in January

She told us this a week or two ago, when she sat down and, after sitting with us watching TV for over an hour, said "hey so I bought a house and I'm moving out. We agreed on 2 months notice so I won't move until the end of January."

The last time she talked in the immediate terms about buying a house was in 2021, when the sale she was working on fell though and she was unemployed so it was a "when I'm back in a position to look I'll start looking again." Since then I've occasionally asked her how she's doing on the house buying front and she's been like "oh I'm getting there financially" but hasn't mentioned anything concrete.

She didn't tell us she was looking at places. She didn't tell us she had put in an offer. She told us when the offer was finalised. A week AFTER she emailed the letting agent about getting out of her part of the lease. And, it increasingly feels like, only because the letting agent's response was that we had to agree to change the lease.

The letting agent's response (which our housemate obviously didn't copy us into; we had to follow up separately and they copied us into the email chain) also includes that when we change the lease, they're empowered to change the rent, quote, "no cap". Rent was already going up in January - there's no possibility of Sam and I paying her share of the rent.

The really fucking upsetting thing is we're not strangers. This isn't a casual "housemate we found on flatshare" thing. She and Sam have lived together literally their entire adult lives. Me and her have known each other well over a decade. I lived in her and Sam's flat when I was homeless. We were the first people she came out to as trans. We're not super close but I thought we were fucking friends. And she's literally gone out of her way to not talk to us about this for what must have been months while the sale completed - which means she's lied to my face at least once cause I've asked her about her finances in that time (cause she's in a job she hates that she only took to get the house money, so it's like. when we've been commiserating about work stuff I'm often asking 'are you almost free?'). she literally went out of her way to talk to the letting agents before talking to us about putting us in a situation where we could lose our fucking home.

And she keeps. trying. to pretend nothing's happened. Every time I've seen her since then she's not mentioned anything or apologised or anything, she just keeps chatting away and offering hugs and fistbumps like nothing's happened. Like we're still fucking friends.

All it would take for us to still be friends and to be happy for her would have been one fucking sentence in the groupchat like "hey, just put an offer in on a house" or "I'm looking at properties, just so you know, that might happen in the next few months". Like nobody begrudges her for buying a house! It's very cool for her! She's 31 she's worked really hard to get the money I would love to be happy for her! Unfortunately she decided avoiding conflict is more important than giving the people she fucking LIVES WITH (who btw fronted her a month on the rent here while she was unemployed and agreed to take on a larger proportion of the move-in cost back in 2021, if we're still holding ourselves to shit we said 2.5 years ago), so no, you are not entitled to our friendship or to going back to normal.

like if she'd been honest with us it would have been something to process but we'd have had time to figure out our next steps. instead she's left us in a position where we have to find a new roommate before she gives her one month notice, which means finding someone by the end of December, which oh look that's the middle of the fucking Christmas holidays. and she didn't tell us anything until the START of December, or copy us into her conversation with the letting agent, meaning we still don't know what the rent on that space will be so we aren't yet in a position to advertise it. Has she offered to help find a roommate? Has she fuck. Has she offered to help out by moving her move-out date? Nah, she's moving as soon as she gets the keys because, quote, "that means her finances won't have to change". SOUNDS LOVELY. NOT HAVING YOUR FINANCES SUDDENLY CHANGE. I THINK THAT SOUNDS LIKE A REALLY REASONABLE FUCKING GOAL.

Thirteen fucking years she's lived with Sam. Four fucking weeks over Christmas she's left us to figure out a way to not turbofuck our living situation. And she's got the fucking nerve to try and pretend we should be interacting like nothing's changed. Jesus Christ. What a fucking unhinged way to treat...anybody, honestly. never mind the friends-your-entire-adult-life part. literally cannot imagine a scenario in which I would buy a house without telling the people I lived with.

(haha actually this is what my parents divorced over so apparently it's not unusual. although at least my dad had the decency to tell the woman he shared finances with at the point he put in an offer not the point the fucking sale went through.)

Like we'll be fine. It's a huge city centre flat with decent rent and queer housemates, hopefully even when the rent goes up it'll be an easy sell in a city with a huge housing shortage and big queer community. We've got a couple of people interested already, sight unseen - worst case scenario we have to live with someone we don't get on with. And it's given Sam and me a push to look at our own finances and as of today, we've got a mortgage decision in principle and can start looking at flats in the area - mind, we'll be transparent upfront and tell any prospective housemates that yeah, we're looking to buy and move out in the next 6-12 months, and we'll tell them if we put an offer in, because we're decent fucking people who aren't going to spring that on someone out of the blue.

But it's been I think 2 weeks and I'm so fucking angry I could spit. It's such a fucking betrayal. And frankly you know selfishly like. I just had a breakup a couple of months ago, I'm in the middle of moving jobs, both me and Sam have a history of housing instability and this has been the first decent, stable, safe, not-mouldy not-freezing home I think any of us have had, and this is so fucking triggering and upscuttling I could just start biting. like I was talking to my friend about it last week and it's just like. Can I have One Fucking Thing of the three main tentpoles of survival - home, work, relationships - that are fucking stable right now? because shit has been In Flux lately. and at least the work and relationship stuff has changed because of my decisions. going through all that work to make myself short-term unstable to gain long-term stability has been really hard and draining and then just as I was reaching the crisis point with work stuff BOOM, IT'S HOUSING INSTABILITY WITH A STEEL CHAIR. fuck. seriously fuck this and fuck her. we're going to make something good come of it but what a deeply, unbelievably shitty thing to do.

#red said #the other thing that bugs me about it is. ok and again this is old shit dredged back to 2021 when we moved in together #but i had my housemate. and Sam had her. and each of us were really close pairs who'd lived together a long time #and we tried looking for flats as a four but a) a flat with 4 good sized bedrooms in Edinburgh is hens teeth #and b) my housemate was pretty happy to live with me and Sam but increasingly felt like a 4 man flat was going to be a lot for him #and so in the end we talked about it. and through a combination of that and same housemate being in a pretty #unfavorable position housing wise. cause she was unemployed and had shit credit at that moment. #we agreed she'd move with us and Joe went and found a one bed #and in the end that's been really great for him tbh he's a lot happier and more confident and we were pretty sick of each other by then #and so we get on much better now #but at the time it was a real heartache i felt like I'd let Joe down i felt like our friendship was over #and honestly I have never been a huge fan of living with our current housemate. even before we lived here #like when i was staying with her and Sam too. she's incredibly messy and takes up a lot of space in conversations #I've always liked her as a person but she's exhausting and often unpleasant to share space with #and there's a bit of me that's like. we bent over backwards to accommodate you when you were precarious. #like it would have been WAY easier for us to look for a 2-bed during 2021. and if it was a 3-bed I'd have rather stayed with Joe. #but we moved with her for her sake. and she left Sam to clean up their old place (and there were Literal Rats) #and she got really pissy about driving the moving van even though a) that was her idea and b) she's the only person with a license #and c) i walked all MY shit over by hand anyway and the only reason she hired the van was to move her tv #me and Sam found all the core furniture. me and Sam sorted out all the viewings. me and Sam did all the planning. Sam set up all the bills. #we spotted her for rent!we took a bigger share of the costs! because we fucking cared about her and wanted her to have a fucking home! #and she can't even do us the courtesy you'd offer a fucking lodger you found on fucking gumtree

[soaps-mohawk]

Cherry Red, Crimson Blood

Chapter 2 - Adjustments

Summary: You're struggling a bit in your adjustment to your new life, and you're finding some of them are easier to get along with than others. Luckily you're not in it alone.

Pairing: Poly 141 x reader

Warnings: Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics, Alternate Universe, a/b/o typical classism and sexism, military inaccuracies, let's be real this is so unrealistic but it's a/b/o you're not here for accuracy.

Author's Note: I'm so just overwhelmed with the attention this fic has gotten, but not in a bad way I promise! I'm just surprised is all. Thank you everyone that has read and reblogged and commented. I love all of you and so, since I have no self control, here is Chapter 2. Lots more world building and dialogue in this part, but I promise good stuff is coming.

Also I promise Soap will get his time soon. He's just the hardest for me to write, and you'll see why in this chapter.

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“She was lying.” 

Price doesn’t bother looking up as a dark figure leans against the wall next to him. He stares out at the empty space between the barracks and the mess hall, not much traffic between the buildings during this time of day. 

“About how she got to the institute.” 

“Or at least not telling the whole truth.” Price says, turning to look at Simon. “Something tells me she’d talk if we asked.” 

“She’s soft.” Simon says, letting his gaze drift off into the distance. 

“She’s a civilian.” Price counters. “The CIA did a little training, but she’ll need some work. We can’t leave her completely defenseless...” 

Simon turns to face him again. “There’s something else.” 

Price pushes himself off the wall, heading back inside. Simon follows, the two of them making their way down the hall to his office. “There’s hundreds of American military bases across the world, thousands of regiments they could have chosen from, and yet, they sent her to us.” 

Simon closes the door behind him as Price sinks into his desk chair. “You think it was deliberate?” 

Price pulls open one of the drawers, pulling out the file Kate had given him. “Laswell said the CIA has had eyes on her for years.” He slides it across his desk to Simon. “There’s a lot of why's in this situation, and a lot of how’s. Like, if what she’s saying is true, how did a Staff Sergeant get his daughter into FIOT practically overnight?” 

Simon glances up at him over the top of the file. “You think there’s something else going on with this Initiative.” 

Price nods. “I do. I think there’s more than one experiment being run, and we’re the guinea pigs.” 

You stare at your reflection in the mirror as you run a comb through your damp hair. You look tired, the dark circles that have plagued your face for the last few weeks looking even darker now. It’s been a long day, so long it’s hard to believe it’s only been a matter of hours since you boarded the helicopter in London. 

Your new pack had made themselves scarce after dinner, leaving you to your own devices. You had been left alone after lunch too, and you had spent that time laying in bed, resting after the overwhelming scenting. 

You’d played back the last few hours in your mind. Leaving London in the helicopter, meeting your new Pack Alpha, Laswell leaving, meeting your new pack, the scenting. You had plenty to think about, to stress over, and you had been surprised when the knock came at your door for dinner. You were equally surprised to see Gaz and Soap waiting for you. 

You’d been sandwiched between them again as you walked to the mess. It was busier for dinner, and the eyes weren’t quite so quick to look away with the alphas missing. You know they have to be curious, with an omega on base following around two members of a SpecOps team, smelling like them. You know what they were probably thinking of you, what they were thinking your presence means. 

You’ve begun to understand Price’s rules a bit more. 

Price and Ghost had joined you as Soap said they would, coming in late from whatever they had been busy doing. You had been seated next to Soap, Ghost taking his other side while Price sat next to Gaz. It hadn’t gone unnoticed to you how close Soap and Ghost sat, and you remembered the look in Ghost’s eyes when Soap had approached to scent you. How his defensive stare had turned icy, threatening even, when he’d gotten close to you as if you were capable of hurting Soap. It had been a silent warning. If you tried anything, you’d have him to contend with. 

Ghost is territorial, more so than most alphas. You had seen it just a bit in Price, but only because you had been watching for it. Ghost was silent in his claim, but his gaze spoke of his territorialism. As you sat at the table with them, you slowly felt the stares lessen, the curious alphas and betas around you slowly turning away from your table until you were left in peace. You knew it was all thanks to a well-pointed glare from the second alpha at the table. 

They’d escorted you back to the barracks before disappearing again, leaving you alone. You’d opted for a shower to try and clear your head, exhaustion weighing heavy in your limbs but your mind was racing too much to really get any rest. You haven’t been told what their normal schedules entail or even what they look like, but you expect an early morning tomorrow. Since Price had said at least one of them needed to escort you around base, that likely meant you were going to be constrained to their schedules. 

You know even when they’re not away, their days are probably full of training and briefings, much like yours had been for three months. They’re probably up early, earlier than you’d like to be, and then they go non-stop all day. 

You wonder if they ever get a break. 

Maybe this is a break for them. 

You sit on the edge of the bed after you finish your routine, eyeing the pillows and blankets stacked at the end. They’re military issue, not as soft or as plush as you might have preferred. This is your new normal, though. Comfort isn’t exactly going to be a high priority. 

Tears prick your eyes as you run your hand over the comforter. You know it’s the exhaustion, the stress of the day beginning to weigh on you. You’re worn out, and that’s causing a slip in the tight reins you keep on your mood. Omegas and alphas were both prone to being moody, and those who were unrestrained could lose control quickly. Alphas were quick to anger, while omegas could get depressed very easily. Exhaustion drives both to being grumpy, though alphas will descend into irritability and anger, while omegas will get whiny and weepy. 

You hate it, how easily you can be driven to cry. How easily you can lose control. It makes you feel weak and helpless, but that’s partially by design. It was supposed to be your pack’s job to fix that, to give you that support and take care of you. 

Except you don’t know your pack. 

What would they do if you approached them like this, all teary and needy? Would instinct take over and snap them into their roles? Or would they give you an awkward pat on the back and leave you to take care of yourself? Gaz would help you, you think. He had slipped into that role so easily during the scenting. Your fingers twitch on the bedspread, your mind telling you to seek him out, track him down, even if it’s only to catch a whiff of his scent again.  

Your phone screen lights up where it’s sitting on the nightstand, drawing your attention from the door. Kate had given you the phone just this morning before you left the hotel. It had her number on it, as well as your pack’s. You’d half expected to find messages already from them when you’d turned it on, but there had been none. They had kept that boundary of meeting in person first. 

You pick up the phone, checking the message. It’s from Price. 

Breakfast is at 0700. I’ll take you to see the Omega Specialist after. 

Seven o’clock. It’s not terribly early. You’d eaten around the same time at the institute. You’ll get to meet the Omega Specialist as well tomorrow. You’ve met plenty of them in your time as an omega, but something about the idea of having someone there who knows, who understands is comforting to you. 

You send a reply in acknowledgement for tomorrow’s plan before setting an alarm for tomorrow morning. There’s an uneasy feeling under your skin, a tickling in the back of your mind that you can’t seem to relax. Your eyes are drawn to the desk where the shirts still sit, and before you know it you’re moving to the desk, letting your fingers trail over each one. 

You grab Price’s shirt, taking it back to your bed. You curl up with your back facing the door, holding the shirt against your chest, letting the scent of tobacco smoke and whiskey fill your nose. Silent tears slide down your cheeks, your face pressing into the pillow to muffle your sobs. 

As you try to muffle your tears, you miss the sound of boots pausing in front of your door, the person on the other side standing there for a moment before continuing down the hall. 

You let out a groan as your alarm pulls you from sleep. You had drifted in and out for a few hours before finally managing to get a couple precious hours of sleep. You’d woken when the others got up. You knew they were trying to be quiet but you had heard them shuffling around, talking quietly amongst each other. You’re normally a fairly deep sleeper, but in a new place you always struggle. 

A new place surrounded by almost complete strangers. 

You turn off your alarm, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. They’re burning a bit, the exhaustion still weighing heavy on your shoulders. You pad to the bathroom, splashing cold water on your face to try and make yourself at least look more alive than you feel. The last thing you need is them getting worried about you. That’s attention you’re not sure you want right now. 

You blink sleepily at your closet, trying to decide what to wear. Were you allowed to wear anything? You didn’t have much besides the basics, since the only thing you had been allowed to wear at the institute was its uniform and the clothes they provided. Then when you were with the CIA, they had provided clothes for you to wear as well. The things you have now had been bought by Kate before you left D.C. 

Everyone on base wore similar variants of the same uniform. You’re not military, though, so you don’t think those rules apply to you. No one had said anything about your state of dress yesterday. You opt for comfort, knowing you’d likely find out soon if you were going to be forced to dress differently too. 

You’re tying your shoes when the knock sounds on your door. You had heard the others moving around, footsteps in the hallway, opening and closing doors, quiet voices talking and Soap laughing at something. You know it’s one of them, yet the nervous tickle at the back of your head is back. 

Soap is leaning casually against your doorframe when you open the door. His face lights up in a smile as he sees you. “Morning, bonny. Sleep alright?” 

“Yeah.” You shrug. “Tossed and turned for a while.” 

“We didne keep ye up did we?” He asks, his smile faltering just a bit. 

You shake your head. “No, I never sleep well the first few nights in a new place.” 

“Well, our beds are always open if ye need something more comfortable.” He winks at you playfully. 

Your face warms at his words, the double meaning not lost on you. You were right, Soap was going to be the one to push your boundaries the most. 

Gaz elbows him in the ribs as he passes. “She’s been here a day, mate, don’t go scaring her off now.” He leans on the other side of your doorframe, giving you a smile. “Morning.” 

“Morning.” You say, your face still warm from Soap’s teasing. 

“You hungry?” Gaz asks. 

You nod. You do feel hungry this morning, likely a side effect from your emotional night last night. You step out of your room, the two betas stepping back to give you space as you close the door behind you. Ghost is leaning against the wall next to his door, his eyes watching with the typical cautious disinterest that seemed to be his default setting. 

Gaz and Soap sandwich you between them again, close enough their arms brush yours as you walk. It was almost as if they could sense your inner turmoil, the neediness still tugging at the back of your mind. If Ghost hadn’t been trailing the three of you, you might have been tempted to give in and grip their sleeves, or slip your hands into theirs. How would Ghost respond to such a bold move? The mental image of your body flying through the air as he punted you into next week almost makes you laugh. 

Price is already seated at a table frowning at his phone over a cup of coffee. Gaz and Soap load up your tray for you, something you’re getting used to rather quickly. It was expected from the alphas, or at least Price, to coddle you a bit, but it seemed the betas were more than happy to get in on it as well. 

The thought makes something flutter in your chest. 

You’re seated between Gaz and Price again once you reach the table, Price greeting you with a tired smile. “Morning. Sleep alright?” 

“Not really.” You say honestly. “New place and all. I’ll settle in eventually.” 

“Maybe the Omega Specialist can give you some ideas to help.” He glances at his watch before looking at you as you spoon a heaping spoonful of porridge into your mouth. “Take your time. We have until 8.” 

You listen to the conversation at the table as you eat, Gaz and Soap talking about a football game that’s on tonight. You feel eyes on you, your skin prickling a bit. You glance up, half expecting Ghost to be glowering at you again, but his gaze is focused on his eggs. You cast a quick glance around the mess, turning slightly to look behind you. 

Three tables over, you find the gaze of some soldier focused on you. You haven’t paid much attention to anyone else on the base, but then again you haven’t had much time or reason to yet. You can’t read the expression on his face as he stares at you, but you feel a shiver run down your spine as your eyes meet his. 

He stares at you for a few seconds before his gaze moves slightly past you, quickly dropping back to his plate. You turn around, finding Ghost staring just past your head. His eyes are narrowed, his scent coming off stronger than it had been. You can practically see his hackles raised, the warning clear in the air. You feel the urge to curl in on yourself, the threatening aura radiating from him makes you want to cower. 

It doesn't go unnoticed by those at the table either. 

“Easy, Ghost.” Price says calmly, Gaz turning to follow his line of sight. 

“Bloody wanker.” Ghost grumbles before rising from the table. 

You turn back around, but the soldier that had been staring at you is gone. 

You nervously pick at your sweatshirt sleeves as you sit in the plastic chair next to Price. You’re still on edge a bit from what happened at breakfast. It wasn’t so much being stared at that bothered you. After now three meals in the mess, you’ve almost come to expect it. It’s Ghost’s reaction that has your mind still reeling. 

“I’ve always hated the medical center.” Price says with a sigh as he leans his head back against the wall. “It smells too sterile. Makes my nose burn. Reminds me of too many close calls.” 

His words jar you a bit. You hadn’t even thought about that aspect of his job. He’s used to getting shot at, to getting into fights, running head first into danger that would send most running the other way. You wonder how many times he’s been the one with the close call, and how many others he’s had to watch have their own. 

You wonder how many times he’s had to make that trip to tell someone’s family. 

You’re pulled from your thoughts as the door across from you opens. Price pushes himself to his feet, and you follow as a kind looking woman steps out. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief. You don’t have anything against male Omega Specialists, but you were already surrounded by men. Sure you have Kate, but she’s half a world away. 

She’s tall, dark hair pulled back into a ponytail. Despite being a doctor she’s dressed casually, no white coat or gloves to be seen. Her eyes are light green and crease in the corners when she smiles. 

“Hello, I’m Dr. Keller.” She introduces herself, shaking Price’s hand. 

American. You think, silently breathing another sigh of relief. Kate really had pulled some strings with this one. 

“Captain John Price.” He says. 

You introduce yourself when she turns to you, shaking your hand. Her voice is soft and gentle, the scent of beta coming off her in waves. 

“Come on in,” She says, leading you into the office. “Sit anywhere you like. Make yourselves comfortable.” 

Her office isn’t what you expected either. Instead of the harsh fluorescents, the lighting is softer, warmer. There’s paintings and posters all over the walls, along with several plants. There’s a desk covered in books and paperwork in one corner and a bookshelf with several books packed into it in the other. There’s a couch on one wall, and a couple plush looking chairs on the other. 

You move to one of the chairs, sinking down onto it. It envelops you in softness, and you feel as if you might sink into it and never be able to get out. After a day of hard plastic and stiff blankets, it nearly makes you weep. 

Price takes the chair next to you, Dr. Keller sitting on the couch across from you. The office smells good, a light, neutral scent in the air aside from the pure almondy scent of beta. 

“Alright,” She says, holding a tablet and a stack of files in her lap. “I always like to start by introducing myself and telling you a bit about me, then we’ll get into the important stuff.” 

She jumps into telling you about herself. Where she grew up: California. Where she studied: UC Berkeley. What institute she did her residency at: West Coast Training Academy. Where she worked last before Kate called her in: some poor inner city institute in LA. 

“Now, on to the more important stuff.” She says, turning on the tablet. “I got your medical records yesterday. You’re quite the healthy girl.” 

“Yes ma'am. I have good genes. That’s what my mom used to say.” You respond. 

Dr. Keller smiles. “Hardly even been sick. Your heats are all normal, too, correct?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You say. “Except for a three month stretch two years ago.” 

“Yes, the heat sickness epidemic that hit America.” She says. 

You nod. “FIOT locked down completely and everyone was supposed to quarantine, but I heard a rumor that it was one of the beta food workers. She snuck out to see her alpha boyfriend and brought it in with her. We only think it was her because she disappeared not long after the first omega got sick.” 

Dr. Keller hums. “I know not everyone was so willing to take it seriously. You made a full recovery, though. No lasting side effects, I’m sure thanks to the state of the art medical facilities that FIOT keeps.” 

“Yes, ma’am. We were lucky it was just a mild case.” 

“That is lucky.” She flips through something on the tablet. “Your lab results all look phenomenal. I like to do checkups monthly, just to ensure everything is working as it should. I know the CIA gave you quite the cocktail of vaccines while you were with them.” She turns her gaze to Price. “Captain Price, I’ve sent in a request for your team’s vaccination records as well. I’m sure you’ve had everything under the sun, but I’d like to ensure there’s no risk of any accidental exposures.” 

“I don’t see a problem with that.” Price says. “If RAMC gives you any trouble, just let me know. I’ll get them for you myself.” 

“Thank you, Captain.” She says. “One last bit in this part and then we can move on. I see FIOT issued an implant before you left, as is standard practice.” 

You nod. “Yes, ma’am.” 

“Good. You’ve had more than enough time for it to take effect so we won’t have to worry about any accidental slip ups during your next heat.” 

Your cheeks warm at her words a bit. You’ve been trying to avoid thinking about that inevitable side of things. 

“And your next heat is roughly six weeks away.” She says, looking at the calendar. “Don't be surprised if it comes a little earlier now that you’re being exposed to alphas again.” 

Your stomach twists nervously at that thought. It was common for heats to be triggered early after exposure to alphas, especially after such a prolonged period without exposure to them. It wasn’t likely to start tomorrow, but you knew it could jump a week or two due to the natural pheromones alphas put off, and the instinctual call for the alpha/omega bond. 

“You’re planning for the claiming to take place during the heat?” Dr. Keller asks. 

“Yes, that’s the plan.” Price says. 

“That is the most natural time for it.” Dr. Keller says. “Of course, it is always up to omega preference in the end.” 

You don’t miss the way her eyes dart to you for a second. 

“Now that that’s over with,” She says, putting the tablet to the side. “If it’s alright with you, I’d like to do this next part with just the two of us.” 

A beat of silence passes before you realize she’s asking you. Her eyes are on you, and so are Price’s. She’s asking you. She’s asking you what you want. 

“I-I guess...yeah.” You stutter over your words, not quite sure how to answer. Is there a wrong answer? Would Price be upset if you said yes? Would Dr. Keller be upset if you said no? Your eyes turn to Price, trying to gauge his reaction. 

“It’s up to you.” He says softly. “We’re here for you.” 

You sit up a little straighter at his words, nodding your head. “Y-Yes. That’s okay.” 

Price pushes himself to stand up. “I’ll be right outside.” 

The air inside the room seems to lighten as he leaves, Dr. Keller reclining back on the couch as the door clicks shut. She pulls out a stack of papers and a pen before she looks at you. Your palms are sweating, and you’re starting to think you’d like the chair to swallow you whole. 

“This next part can feel a bit personal, but I just want you to know that everything you say in here is as confidential as you’d like it to be. Captain Price is right. I am an Omega Specialist, I’m here for you. I’m not just a doctor, I’m here to help you in all aspects of being an omega. I know FIOT teaches a lot, mainly obedience and compliance. I want to make it clear that you can be honest with me.” She holds up the stack of papers. “No one is going to see these papers but me, alright?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You nod. 

“You don’t have to be so formal with me.” She smiles. “You can call me Dr. Keller, or Doc. You could even call me an evil bitch if you want, it won’t phase me any.” 

You can’t help the small smile that forms on your face. 

“I’ve got some questions I’d like to ask you. They’re a sort of tracker to measure how well you’re settling in and bonding with your new pack. I’d like to meet once a week until your next heat just to see how well you’re settling in. After that we can meet as often as you’d like. Sound good?” 

You nod in approval. It sounds like a lot, but you also know you’re going to have a lot of downtime, even with your pack on base. 

“Alright, let’s get started. How are you settling in? I know it’s barely been a day, but I want to know how you feel here.” 

Your heart begins to pound in your chest. How do you feel here? How do you feel after being pulled from the institute and taken to a training facility where you found out you’d be moving halfway across the world to be a military pack’s omega. 

This wasn’t what you had expected when you reached the age where you became an available omega. Most omegas at FIOT came from rich, powerful, important families and your purpose there was to be groomed into the perfect omega to return right back to that world. 

You thought you would be chosen quickly. You had expected it. With your scores and your high ratings and your status, you were what most alphas dreamed of. Yet, the years had passed and though there was some interest, nothing had ever come of it. You weren’t alone in it. There were others like you, those who excelled at being an omega, but then seemed to stall in the selection once they came of age. 

Of course, now that you look back on it, you can’t help but think it might have been done on purpose. The Omega Initiative was new, you had been told during your first briefing explaining why you were taken to a remote building somewhere outside of D.C. and greeted not by your new pack, but swathes of CIA agents. Military packs were nothing new, but they wanted to utilize the naturally formed packs and make them stronger and more stable by adding in omegas. 

Only highly skilled omegas were considered for the program, but of course you had no say in whether you were going to partake or not. They chose the omegas and they decided where you would end up. 

It wasn’t that dissimilar from being chosen from an Institute. At FIOT there was a screening process packs had to go through to be determined eligible to have access to omega files. Then the pack would have to send a neutral emissary, usually a beta, to meet the omegas in person and choose on behalf of the alpha. Most institutes don’t have that strenuous of a process, and some don’t have a process at all. In some, alphas themselves could walk in and choose an omega without even so much as a background check. 

Omegas never got a say. As soon as you were handed over to an institute, the ability to choose was taken from you. Whoever your caretakers were as a pup signed over their rights to you and the institute became your legal guardian. They dictated your life up until you joined a new pack. 

You had hoped it would be someone rich. If nothing else, you’d get to live a cushy life and you’d never have to worry about anything. When they told you what was really going to happen to you, you had almost cried. You did cry, late at night curled up in your bunk after hours of training and briefings. 

Kate picked you for this pack specifically because she knew them and she knew you could handle them and their world. 

Maybe if you had been worse at being an omega, things would have been better for you. 

Or maybe they would have been worse. 

“It’s...different.” You finally say, picking at your sleeves again. “But in a lot of ways, it’s similar to The Institute. It always takes me time to settle somewhere new.” 

“Me too.” Dr. Keller says, writing some things down. “And with the time change, it’s just so much harder. I feel like I should be in bed right now, but it’s 8 AM. Have you started nesting?” 

You shake your head. “No. I don’t even feel the urge to.” 

“That’s fine.” She says, writing something else down. “In truth, I’d be more concerned if you were.” 

Your eyebrows raise a bit. “Why?” 

“During an adjustment period for an omega, especially in a new pack, there can be something that happens called false instincts. The sudden urge to nest, a drive to bond with pack members too soon, false heats. It’s usually brought on by a sudden change in environment, like when omegas are taken from a place where they’ve spent sometimes years with no exposure to alphas and are suddenly thrown into a space with a lot of alphas. It’s more common in larger packs where you have alphas, betas, and other omegas.” 

“Could it happen in smaller packs?” You ask. 

“It’s possible, though rare. It can cause some serious issues down the line when those instincts are actually supposed to begin to show up, like adjustment sickness. I’d say if you’re starting to feel the urge to nest or bond before the first week is up, then come talk to me, alright?” 

“Yes, ma’am.” You nod. 

She smiles, turning the page. “How far have you gotten with the bonding process?” 

“Just the scenting yesterday.” You answer. 

“And how did that go?” 

You pick at the loose thread on your sweatshirt. “Fine. It was...overwhelming.” 

“They can be.” Dr. Keller says. “The new members of your pack, how are you getting along with them?” 

“Fine, I guess.” You shrug. “I like Soap and Gaz. Price, he’s...he’s nice, and Ghost...” You trail off, not sure how to answer. If she’d asked before breakfast you might have said he doesn't like you. He doesn’t want you to be part of his pack, but after what happened at breakfast...

You can’t be sure he did it for you. He could have thought that soldier was staring at Soap or Gaz or even Price. He could have thought the soldier was staring at him and was annoyed with it. He had scared off the stares at every meal you’d eaten together, but how often did they get stared at? You couldn’t know if that was a daily occurrence and he was just growing sick of it. 

He could be annoyed with you because you’re drawing in the stares. 

“I don’t know what to think about him yet.” You answer. 

She writes something else down, going through a few more questions with you. How is your appetite? How are you sleeping? Are you taking care of your needs? Do you have any concerns? 

Before you know it the hour has passed and you’re walking out the door into the fluorescent, sterile hallway of the medical center. 

“Remember, you have my number. If you need anything, I’m here for you.” Dr. Keller says as you part ways. 

You walk with Price out of the medical center, glad to be out in the fresh air. It’s not particularly warm, and the sun is hidden behind a layer of clouds, but it’s better than the medical center. 

“What do you think?” Price asks as you follow him back to the barracks. 

“I think it went well.” You say, mind still reeling from an eventful morning. You’re beginning to feel your restless night. 

“Do you like Dr. Keller?” He asks, probing a bit. 

You nod. “Yes, sir. She’s nice.” 

“Good.” He says, opening the door to the barracks for you. “I have to leave to oversee training for the next few hours.” He glances at his watch. “One of us will come get you for lunch.” 

You nod. Of course you’d find yourself alone again between meals. You’re beginning to notice a pattern. “Yes, sir.” 

His hand is warm as it settles on your shoulder, squeezing gently. You’re surprised by the touch, as small as it is. Were they too fighting the urge to get close to you, like you had this morning? 

You can still feel the warmth of his hand even after it’s disappeared and he’s gone. You head for the rec room, deciding to avoid the constricting feeling of being shut in your room for the time being. 

The TV is on when you enter, but the room is empty, playing some morning talk show. You move to the bookshelf against the wall, letting your eyes scan the titles. There's a surprising lack of military-based books shoved into the packed shelf. Of course there's a handful of old manuals and handbooks, nothing that you're particularly concerned about needing to read. You let out a sigh, standing on your toes to reach a Brandon Sanderson novel. 

You look around the room but the remote for the TV seems to be missing, and it’s too high on the wall for you to reach the power button, so you leave it on, curling up on one corner of the couch as you begin to read. 

You’re not sure how much time has passed when something moves in your peripheral. The sun has come out briefly, shining in through the windows. You look up from the book, suddenly feeling very small under Ghost’s gaze. His eyes are narrowed as he stares down at you, a thousand things flashing through your mind. Are you in his spot? Is this his book? Had he come to the rec room hoping to be alone and here you are infringing in his space? 

“Come on.” He says, his voice rougher than it had been this morning. “Lunch.” 

He’s already turned and heading out the door as you scramble up, leaving the book on the coffee table as you hurry to catch up to him. His steps are quick and wide, and you find yourself having to almost speedwalk to keep up with him. 

Your thoughts are jumbled as you follow him out of the barracks and off towards the mess. Why would they send him to get you? Was he the only one available? Yesterday they had time before lunch to return to the barracks, or had that only been because of you? Or were they perhaps hoping this might offer a chance for the two of you to bond a bit? 

Or were they entirely blind to Ghost’s disinterest in your existence? 

Perhaps they were used to it. After so long together, perhaps they just thought it was normal. If you were brave enough to bring it up, would you get a “oh that’s just how he is” in response? 

You can’t see the others as you enter the mess, Ghost leading you to the line. He stands behind you like a hulking shadow, his scent covered by the smell of gunpowder and sweat. You fill your own tray for the first time, grabbing things that look appetizing. You’ll have to get used to it eventually, even though the others insisted on doing it for the time being. When they’re not here, you’ll have to do it yourself. 

Ghost leads you to an empty table, and you opt to sit across from him. You begin to eat, taking big bites to avoid the need for conversation, not that you really thought Ghost would strike up a conversation with you. Your eyes flicker around the room nervously, glancing over the entrances time and time again, waiting for the others to arrive. 

“Stop twitching. They’re on their way.” 

The words cut straight through you and you snap your head around to face Ghost. He’s got his mask pulled up to his nose, your eyes immediately drawn to the exposed pale skin. There’s light stubble on his chin. You remember how that had felt on your own skin when he’d scented you. He’s blonde, you think, or at least has light hair judging by the color of the stubble. There’s a scar on his chin, almost hidden by the stubble. 

Your face warms as you realize you’ve been caught in your nervous fretting. Of course, you should have known he would take notice. There’s not a lot they don’t notice, you think. Though, when your survival depends on noticing even the smallest detail of anything or anyone...

You jump as a tray is set down next to yours, your eyes snapping up to see Gaz with a smile on his face. You turn back to look at Ghost, his mask pulled back down but you see a slight shake to his shoulders for a second.

Was he...laughing at you? 

Your attention is drawn from him as Gaz takes a seat next to you, sitting close enough his arm is almost brushing yours. Price and Soap taking their usual spots as well. You’re beginning to pick up on the patterns that existed around them, and their own patterns. Perhaps that will make it easier for you to fit yourself into their lives. You knew from the start they weren’t going to change to fit you into their lives. They couldn’t. You were going to have to find a way to fit into their lives. 

Gaz walks you back to the barracks after lunch, abnormally quiet as he watches you warily. He walks you to your door, leaning on the doorframe as you step inside. 

“You alright?” He asks, big brown eyes shining with worry as he looks you over. 

“Yeah.” You nod, shifting on your feet. “Just tired. I think I might take a nap.” 

He nods, and you’re sure he doesn't quite believe you, but he doesn’t press any. “Alright. Happy napping.” 

You close the door as he leaves, sinking down onto the edge of the bed with a sigh. It’s been a long day and it’s only lunch. Between the probing questions from Dr. Keller and the few minutes you had spent alone with Ghost you feel exhausted. It was good to know you weren’t entirely broken in your lack of nesting instincts, and perhaps your turmoil with belonging in this place wasn’t quite as abnormal as you thought. 

What to do about Ghost.

He’s said more words to you today than he did in the entirety of the previous day. In fact, you think today might be the first time he’s spoken to you at all. You know he doesn’t approve of you, and you’d go so far as to say he doesn’t like you. You can imagine he fought the hardest against you being added to the pack. They were fine without you. It didn’t take a genius to see that. 

You’re an outsider. A civilian. A risk. 

An unneeded disruption to their lives. 

You pull your phone out of your pocket, staring at the dark screen. You know Ghost might never accept you. He won’t want to claim you, he won’t mate you, but...perhaps you might just get him to tolerate you. 

You unlock your phone, sending a quick text to Kate. 

“Can you get a book for me?”

You regret your decision momentarily as you step into the rec room. Gaz and Soap are lounged on the couch, beer bottles open on the coffee table. The TV is playing ads, their attention on each other. You almost feel as if you’re infringing upon a private moment as they laugh, half tempted to race back to your room and hide until your hunger draws you out or someone breaks down the door to get to you. 

“Hey!” Gaz’s face lights up when he sees you, Soap turning to look at you.

“Hey, bonny!” His face lights up with a smile. 

“Do you mind if I join you?” You ask, shifting nervously on your feet. 

“Not at all.” Gaz says, patting the empty spot on the couch next to him. “You want a beer?” 

You shake your head. “No thank you. Never could get past the taste.” 

Soap throws his head back as he laughs, slapping Gaz’s shoulder. “I keep tellin’ ye!” 

“Yet you keep drinking it!” Gaz attempts to defend himself. 

“Cause it’s th’ only thing we got!” Soap argues, leaning around Gaz to stare at you. “So, ye a football fan, bonny?” 

“Well, I watched the World Cup a couple times as a kid.” You say. “My household was more of an American football and baseball household. Two of my older brothers played soccer, though they never were very serious about it. Mostly just did it to fulfill my dad’s physical activity extracurricular requirement.” 

“What did you do to fulfill that requirement?” Gaz asks as he takes a sip of his beer. 

“Softball. I was...not good at it.” You laugh. “I could catch and throw, but I don’t think I hit the ball a single time I was at bat.” 

Both of them chuckle, turning back to the TV as the ad ends. “Don’t worry, we’ll turn you into a proper football fan yet.” Gaz says. 

You watch the game with them, and it doesn’t take you long to realize they’re rooting for opposing teams. They explain things to you here and there in between yelling at the TV and each other. Despite how loud they are, you find yourself relaxing further and further, the tension from the last two days easing away, even as the two betas yell at each other over a soccer game. 

Gaz tenses for a second as he feels a sudden weight on his shoulder. He turns his head slightly, noticing you’ve fallen asleep, your head drooping onto his shoulder. His lips quirk up in a smile as he gently nudges Soap. 

“Wha?” Soap asks, turning to look at him. 

He jerks his head to the side, leaning back just slightly so Soap can see. A grin breaks out on the younger man’s face and he pulls out his phone. “Aww, look a’ that. Think we should wake ‘er and get ‘er tae bed?” 

“Nah.” Gaz says. “Let her sleep for now. She probably needs it.” 

You sleep soundly through overtime, Gaz not moving until the post game is over, letting you sleep as long as possible. He knows you have to be tired, after the last few days and the time difference. You looked tired today, with dark circles and droopy eyes. He hates to wake you, but he knows you can’t sleep on the couch. 

He nudges you gently, trying to rouse you. “Hey.” He nudges you again, your head finally lifting off his shoulder. 

You blink sleepily, rubbing at your eyes. You make a quiet sound in protest of being awake, eyes drooping closed again. 

“Come on, love.” He says, keeping you upright. “It’s time for bed.” 

You cover your yawn with your hand, blinking at him sleepily. “Bed?” You murmur sleepily, Gaz smiling softly at how adorable you are in this state. 

“Yeah, you’ll be more comfortable in bed.” He pushes himself to stand, hands on your arms to pull you up. 

You make another sound in protest, nearly falling against his chest when he gets you on your feet. He wraps an arm around you, letting you lean on him as he guides you back to bed, Soap cleaning up the mess they had made. 

You’re more awake once you get to your door, blinking up at him with bleary eyes. “‘S fun.” You murmur, rubbing your eyes. “Should do that more often.” 

“You’re always welcome to join us.” He says. “Get some rest. You’ve had a long week.” He leans forward, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Night, love.” 

He waits until your door is closed before heading back down the hallway towards the rec room, a small smile on his face. 

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[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Taking care of his girls (part 2)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: none really..a bit intimate but not much and some spanish from google translate..

Part 1 here

y/n's pov

The next morning I got up feeling much better because this was the first time in the last 5 days that I slept throughout the whole night. Bea didn't wake up once during the night but slept peacefully between me and Carlos.

She looked so cute with her shaggy morning hair and chubby little cheeks. She was sleeping all the way on Carlos' side almost pushing him off the bed. I love mornings like this when all three of us are in bed together and when we start the day off with cuddling in Carlos' arms. Nothing can compare to that feeling.

I decided to sneak out of bed and let them both sleep so they could rest as I made my way to the kitchen to make myself some coffee and breakfast for all of us.

After taking a sip of coffee from the cup, I took the eggs out of the fridge and cracked them into a bowl. Just as I started mixing them I felt a pair of hands on my waist and a soft kiss on my cheek.

"Buenos dias, mi amor." Carlos says with his raspy morning voice pulling me into his naked chest.

"Morning baby" I turn around to face him giving him a peck on the lips.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I wanted to make you some breakfast as a thank you for taking care of Bea the past two nights and letting me sleep."

"You never need to thank me for that. That's my duty." He says tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. I love how protective he is of Bea and me.

Carlos has been exposed to the media all his life and has long been used to it, but that wasn't the case with me. I've always been a very private person and it was very hard for me to adjust to the pressure of the public when we first started dating. Cameras everywhere, reporters, countless questions, it was all very new to me and it all made me very anxious.

When I started going to the races with him, he always held my hand tightly in his grip, always asking if I was okay, always making sure the press didn't bother me and with all that it was much easier for me to get used to the new world I stepped into with him. Over time I got used to it all, but his protective side never diminished.

"Are you feeling any better?"

"Yes, much better. I'm not at 100% yet, but I will be soon." I assure him not to worry.

"Tal vez necesitas que papi te ayude a llegar ahí?" He asks biting my lower lip and lifting me up making me sit on the kitchen counter. Maybe you need daddy to help you get there?

"That would be nice." I smirk wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Ah, sí?" His hands start making their way up my thighs and his lips move to my neck.

"Mhm" I groan softly enjoying the feeling. Lately we don't have time for each other nor our needs so the feeling of desire for him increases day by day.

"I missed you so much. I couldn't wait to get home to you." Every word he says causes an immense feeling of warmth to spread through my body so I pull him with my legs closer to me roaming his naked back with my hands.

"I need you so bad Carlos.."

"Me tienes amor, soy sólo tuyo. " You have me love, I'm only yours.

Just as he was about to pull down my pyjama shorts, a loud cry is heard coming from our bedroom.

"No.." I squeal pressing my thighs together. Carlos sighs smiling as he leans his forehead against mine for a moment.

"I'll go get her." He lifts my chin with his finger and gives me a kiss before heading to our bedroom to check on Bea. "Ya voy bebe" I'm coming baby

Later that day we got ready and decided to visit Carlos' parents. Although we don't see each other very often due to work and other commitments we do have a great relationship with them. We are very close and they love spending time with their only granddaughter.

"Y quien es ese? Mi único y mayor tesoro!" Carlos' dad said kneeling down, his eyes lit up as Bea shyly ran into his arms. And who is that? My only and biggest treasure!

"Mi cielo. Te recuperaste?" Reyes asks joining the hug. My darling. Did you recover?

"She's better, still coughing a bit but it's all good now." I say.

"And you my dear? You should've told us you were sick, I would've come to help you with her!"

"It's okay, I didn't want you to get sick too. As soon as she saw Carlos she immediately got better." I say making everyone laugh sweetly.

The rest of the day was spent with the boys and Bea playing with Piñon and me helping Reyes with dinner in the kitchen. We chatted about various things, including whether Carlos and I were planning to have more children soon, which totally caught me off guard.

"Well, I don't know, we haven't really talked about it yet. Right now all our attention is focused on Bea because she is a rather demanding child." I chuckle looking over at her bossing Piñon around.

"I'm sure she would love to be a big sister! She would quickly get used to it." Reyes says.

"Oh I don't know, she's quite a lot to handle let me tell you that-"

"Bea va a ser hermana mayor? Vamos a tener otro nieto?" Suddenly Carlos's dad joins the conversation, all excited even though he misunderstood everything. Bea is going to be a big sister? We're going to have another grandchild?

I'm standing there blushing because I don't know what to say to one or the other because people obviously immensely want another grandchild. I start stuttering and smiling awkwardly, searching with my gaze for Carlos. He notices that something is happening, so he soon comes to us with Bea in his arms.

"No no no! Y/n no está embarazada, solo le pregunté si hablaban de tener más hijos!" Reyes starts explaining to him, waving her hands annoyed that he misunderstood everything. No no no. Y/n is not pregnant, I just asked her if they were talking about having more children.

Carlos still has no idea what we're talking about so he just stands there all confused listening carefully, but struggling to understand us.

"Amo a mi nieta más en el mundo, pero quiero al menos un nieto más. No sé a qué estás esperando? Carlos? Qué te detiene?" I love my granddaughter the most in the world, but I want at least one more grandchild. I don't know what you're waiting for? Carlos? What's stopping you?

When Carlos finally connected the dots, he burst out laughing at his father's demands and assumptions that something's stopping him from getting me pregnant again.

"Papá, lo único que me detiene es que Bea no nos deja estar sin ella. Cuando estés listo para cuidarla durante un día entero, tendrás otro nieto." Dad, the only thing stopping me is that Bea won't let us be without her. When you're ready to babysit her for a whole day, you'll have another grandchild.

"Carlos!" I gasp at his words slightly hitting his arm.

"Estoy listo para cuidarla!" Carlos' dad proudly says as everyone laughs and I cover my red face with my hands. I'm ready for babysitting her!

"Everything is fine love, we'll just pick up where we left off this morning." He whispers quietly pulling me into a hug.

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[bet-on-me-13]

Cass joins Team Phantom

So, we all know how Cass escaped her terrible dad at the age of 8 right? And how she is adopted by Batman at the age of 16-17 right? Well, what happened in between that time?

Cass has been on the run for Years now. She is 13, and at this point she has been on the run for nearly half of her entire life. So it's really no wonder that when she finally got to a relatively safe place after weeks of little food, little rest, and constant attacks by her pursuers, she accidentally fell asleep.

She woke up in a nice comfy bed, in a room that looked like an Astronomy Geek's dream. Once the people who found her noticed she was awake, they explained what had happened.

Their son, a boy named Danny, had found her passed out in their Shed the previous day while cleaning up. He had quickly brought her in and offered his Room so she could rest comfortably.

Cass doesn't really trust them, and tries to run more than once, but her weeks of constant exhaustion have finally caught up with her and she is stuck staying with them until she is fit to leave.

And unfortunately for her, the Fentons are very Endearing.

By the time she is healthy enough to leave, she genuinely wants to stay. So they unofficially adopt her, letting her stay in their house and sharing a room with Jazz (Danny did kind of need his room back, and Jazz was a good sister like that)

She ends up going to the same school as Danny and ends up befriending both of his friends, Tucker and Sam.

The day of the Accident, Cass is right there alongside Tucker and Sam as the Portal kills Danny.

After the Accident, she is a great help in teaching him some calming routines and meditation techniques so he can get a handle on his Powers much easier.

They also find out that standing in front of a Portal as it rips reality apart is just as bad as being inside of it. They all end up extremely liminal and get Powers. Tucker has Technomancy, Sam has Plant Powers, and Cass gets Shadow Manipulation (or whatever you think fits her)

She is having the best time of her life, but unfortunately it can't last forever.

About 2 years after the Accident, the GIW get a lucky shot on Danny. They were using one of the inventions the Fenton's had made before the Reveal (which was a good one) one that made Ghost Powers weaker for easier capture. While it didn't hurt Danny too much, it did weaken him enough that he flickered into his Human Form for just long enough for the GIW Agents to see him.

Now with Danny's identity exposed, the GIW could track down the Identities of the Humans who had been helping him all this time, aka, Tucker, Sam, and Cass.

During a Raid on Fenton Works, they all got seperated somehow.

Danny got injured protecting the Team, and had to be rushed to the Ghost Zone by Jazz, a stray shot from the GIW blowing up the Portal behind them. They ended up in the Far Frozen, to get Danny fixed up.

Tucker was arrested and sent to prison for a little while before a glitch in his cells Security System allowed him an opening to use his Powers to escape.

Sam was chased out of the Town by the GIW and ended up in the Forest nearby. She had to use her Powers to run away, disappearing too deep into the Woods for the GIW to follow.

Cass managed to sneak out, and ended up trying to save Tucker on his way to prison. She failed though, and the GIW chased her all the way to New Jersey before loosing her trail.

This is how she ended up in Gotham, and got adopted by Bruce Wayne. But she would never forget her first Family, and would try for years to see if she could find where they ended up.

Potential Part 2? Maybe, I have some ideas...

What do you think?

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[glassartpeasants]

How to Love .02

Eustass Kid/Trafalgar Law x F!Reader

Warnings: Angst, self-esteem issues, fluff, semi slow-burn, author writing this at 4am in the morning

A/N: here ya'll go. Sorry if i missed some @ there's just a lot of ya'll

prologue pt.1

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Laying on the couch in Law’s apartment, you couldn’t help but constantly stare at the clock. Watching time go by slowly felt like hell, but there was nothing else you could do. Nothing you had the energy to do. With it being 2:03 am, the whole city was dead, and everyone snuggled in their beds. Dreaming peacefully. Yet here you were, awake and unable to have anything other than nightmares.

Every single night since you caught your boyfriend cheating on you with your best friend, the same nightmare happens. A replay of what you walked into when you went to confront them. You’d wake up from the nightmare, and when you’d go back to sleep, you would be right back into the nightmare. It was almost mentally easier to just stay awake than go to sleep.

But the times when you wanted to sleep, you just couldn’t. You’ve gotten so used to Eustass’s heartbeat as a lullaby to help you sleep that now it's almost impossible to sleep without it. Or how sometimes he’d run his fingers through your hair when he thought you were asleep. Just the small things had such an effect on you that even after knowing what he’d done, it infuriated you.

How dare your heart demand his presence despite it being broken?

You don’t know if Eustass has tried to call or text you. As soon as you entered Law’s car, you blocked him on everything you could think of. It took everything inside you not to leave him unblocked on one thing, just to see what he had to say. Being so in love with him that even seeing the color red reminds you of him. His lipstick and the stains it’d leave behind when he kissed you.  His beautiful red hair and how it was soft to the touch haunted your fingertips. The image of him laying his head on your chest, sleeping as you combed through his hair after a long day.

Your vision grew blurry as tears started to slip from your eyes. Pain and heartbreak fill each tear as it burns along your skin. Curling up in a ball the nest you could, you try your best to provide yourself comfort. You had no one’s shoulder to cry on. The two most influential people in your life betrayed you and left you all alone. You didn’t want to bother Law since he was suffering, too, and you didn’t want to overwhelm him. He already has so much on his plate, working nonstop, the initial betrayal of (.....), and no doubt other things he hasn’t expressed or that you’ve observed. He’s already been kind enough to let you stay at his apartment for a bit until you find someplace. You didn’t want to be even more of a burden by asking him to listen to you sob.

The whole situation was a mess. Never in your life have you felt more alone than you do now. You lay on a friend's couch, trying not to sob and wake them up. You couldn’t turn on the TV to watch something because Law was sleeping, and from what (.....) told you before all this happened, he was a light sleeper. Probably, even closing the refrigerator door would wake him up.

A memory from when you and Eustass would get midnight snacks before watching some sort of show. When grabbing a drink of water, you’d only come back and see him pouting like a child when he awoke to see you not in his arms. You used to love times like those. He was always so cuddly during those times.

“Why the long face, babe?” Setting a foot back into your room after grabbing some water, you return to see your lover with his arms crossed as he sits up to look at you.

“You're not in bed.”

“Yeah, 'cause I was getting water. Am I not allowed to be thirsty?” Giggles leave your lips as you make your way over to your side of the bed. Placing the water glass on your nightstand, you snuggled back under the covers. Not even seconds pass before you feel two hands grab your waist and pull you closer to the man beside you. Your body is wholly trapped as Eustass wraps his arms around you. Burying his face on the top of your head, you hear him let out a contempt sigh.

“I love it when you're all cuddly. It makes me feel so safe when you're next to me.” You feel him placing kisses on your head before making you face up so he can kiss your lips. You can still see the pink on his pale, freckled skin even in the dark. Placing your hands on his cheeks, you rub his cheekbones and look into his eyes. 

“So glad you never gave up, and I’m so glad I said yes.  I’ve never been happier.” As he groans in embarrassment, you begin to plant kisses all over Eustass's face.

“What are you doing?”

“Kissing the places the angels missed. You need to be covered in kisses 'cause I said so.” Eustass hides his face in your neck before kissing it. 

“I love you.” While quiet, you can still hear his confession as he whispers against your skin. 

“Love you more.” You heard him say no before repeating your words. Fake scoffing, you smile as you play his game.

The sound of your sniffling broke through your flashback as reality came back with a punch. Instead of laying in bed with two strong arms wrapped around you, you were sleeping on a couch with your pillow drenched in tears. The roll of toilet paper you stole in place of tissues was almost gone, as the garbage was filled to the brim. Suddenly, the familiar jingle of Bepo’s collar rang through your ears.

“Meow…” Through the darkness, you can see his beautiful while fur rubbing against the couch. You watch him lift his body so his paws are on the cushions before fully jumping onto the couch. The feeling of him lying by your chest made you sniffle yet smile. Moving your arm, you go to pet the animal lying peacefully beside you.

“Guess you know exactly when someone needs you, huh?” The sound of his purring made a shaky sigh leave your lips. The vibrations against your chest calmed you down slightly. But while the harsh tears subsided, the burning pain in your heart stayed the same.

“Why wasn’t I good enough? I did everything right. Is there something wrong with me?” Racking your brain, you struggle to think about Eustass without having the gnawing urge to sob into your pillow.

“Am I ugly? Did he just get sick of me? I don’t understand.” Swallowing the lump in your throat, you feel your fingers twitch. 

“I wanted to marry him Bepo. I imagined the rest of my life with him. I’ve never loved someone as much as I loved him.” As the confession left your lips, the sound of Law’s bedroom door opening made you shut up altogether. Looking at the clock, you see that it’s precisely 4:30am. How time went by so quickly from your sobbing is unknown to you. Quick to rub your eyes, you listen carefully to Law’s footsteps approaching the living room. Despite your heart telling you to stay down and keep quiet, you ignored it and carefully moved your body up to see Law staring at you.

“Jesus Law! I heard you coming, and you still scared the shit outta me!” You hear him let out a small chuckle in the darkness.

“Why are you awake?” Pulling yourself up more, you try to sit up without kicking Bepo off the couch.

When you finally get a better look at Law, your heart skips a beat. There was Law, standing in front of an open window. The moonlight gave him a slight glow. Almost as if he were an angel. You could see a ‘Sora: Warrior of the Sea’ themed shirt hugging his frame along with grey sweatpants. The sound of your heart beating faster made you come back to the present.

“Oh! Well, I guess I’m just so used to sleeping beside someone that sleeping alone is hard. That and some other things.”

“Ah…”

“Also, I didn’t know you liked ‘Sora: Warrior of the Sea’!” Law’s face goes into shock as he looks down and remembers the shirt he wore to bed. A light pink dusted his cheeks, but he was thankful it was just dark enough for you not to see it.

“Oh…yeah.”

“What’s your favorite comic they’ve made? Mines volume 106.”

“You read the comics?”

“Of course! I have the whole collection in that storage garage down the street. It’s in there along with everything else I’ve gathered from my old apartment.”

“I guess my favorite is Volume 200. It’s been a while since I’ve read it, though.”

While you and Law hung out a lot during that semester in college, he wouldn’t have called you a close friend. A friend but not close enough for him to let you stay on his couch. So when he said that you could stay at his apartment the day everything happened, it shocked him when it slipped from his mouth. But now here, a week later, he’s glad he did. While neither of you spoke about the whole situation that had you sleeping on his couch in the first place, knowing he wasn’t totally alone was nice.

Especially when the person liked Sora just as much as he did.

“Do you work today? Is that why you're up so early?”

“Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Ah. Well, do you want to watch a movie? Like a Sora movie? I’m sure we can find one on Netflix or Hulu. We can even make popcorn so we can take our mind off, you know what.” Law stayed silent as he pondered your offer. Even though he’s not really a movie guy, he’s seen every Sora movie at least twice.

“Okay. But I don’t have any popcorn. I don’t like how it gets stuck in my teeth.”

“That’s fine! I think I bought some trail mix if that’s more to your liking. So which movie did you wanna watch? From what I remember, there's Sora: Warrior of the Sea vs. The Dark Depths. Sora-” Law fades out your voice as he feels a spark of joy when he hears you name off all the movies without missing a beat. A smile on your face the entire time you talked about it.

Somehow, even after catching Eustass cheating on you with your best friend, you still had a smile on your face. Yet, he could see the pain behind your eyes if he looked hard enough.

“The third one sounds fine.” Smiling at him, you pat the spot next to you on the couch.

“You need to tell me where you got that shirt. I want one.” Law watches you log into your Hulu account before searching for the movie. 

Sitting down, Law relaxes on the cushion next to you. You grab one of the many blankets you have and hand him one. The warmth of the blanket held from being so close to you slightly soothes Law’s aching heart, if only for a bit.

“Alright! Movie on!” Law catches you, placing the remote between you before you turn your back to him.

“Can’t forget about my little marshmallow Bepo!” Law watched you grab Bepo and hold him close before giving him a little kiss.

“Since when did you two become so close?”

“Since he let me bawl into his fur. What? Jealous?” Law rolled his eyes, seeing you smirk.

“Not long ago, you said he needed a diet.”

“I still stand by that. Now, let’s appreciate the beauty of our favorite hero!” The situation Law found himself in was something he could’ve never foreseen. (.....) wasn’t interested much in Sora, so he never watched them with her or asked her to. But now, here you were with a big smile on your face as you watched his favorite movie with him, an obvious excitement coursing through your body as you hyped up the movie to the cat in your arms.

While Law wasn’t a movie guy, he thought a movie every now and then wouldn’t be so bad as long as it was with you.

~~~

“Thanks for coming to Skypeia Cafe! Have a good day!” Handing the freshly made latte to the lady on the other side of the counter, you receive a wave and a smile before she leaves. As soon as the door closes, you let out a heavy breath. The rush has finally gone down, and it feels like you can finally think straight.

“Don’t pass out on us now (Y/N). We still have the after-school rush.” Rubbing your eyes, you lean against the counter before turning your head to see who’s talking to you.

“Oh. It’s you, Killer. Haha, don’t remind me of it. The worst rush of the day.”

While it was awkward, you managed to get past the unease of working with your ex-boyfriend's best friend. It wasn’t fair to be mean to a man who had nothing to do with your ex-boyfriend's infidelity. Plus, he was pretty funny when he wanted to be.

You’ve known him for much longer before dating Eustass. The two of you have been co-workers from the start of college till now. While this was your only job, Killer worked at the cafe for some extra cash, but his real job was working at the mechanic’s shop about half a mile from your old place. He worked there with Eustass when he wasn’t at the cafe.

He didn’t talk much before Eustass properly introduced the two of you, but he got more talkative as time went on. It was nice talking to him despite everything that’s been going on outside of work—a breath of fresh air.

“How you holding up?”

“Best as I can. Thankful I have a place to stay until I can find another place to live that I can afford.”

“Well, that’s good to hear. Have you heard from Eustass?”

“No. I have him blocked on everything. Have for awhile now.”

“That’s good. You should keep it that way.” An itch formed in your head because of the way Killer responded to you. While it could just be normal advice, you felt like there was more to it.

“Hmm? Is he doing something stupid?”

“You're coping much better than he is, let’s just say.” Killer's words made your brows furrow as you became more dedicated to figuring out what he meant. 

“What? What is he doing?” You hear him suck air through his teeth from behind his mask, and it has unease filling your gut.

“I’m guessing you’ve blocked him on snap too?”

“What is he doing, Killer?” Killer sighs before grabbing his phone from his pocket. You watch him tap on the screen before letting you see the photos on Eustass’s snap story. Looking down at it, you feel your mouth drop as you stare at it closely. 

While you’ve been crying out your soul, that bastard was out partying. It was obvious by the way the picture showed him sucking on a random girl’s face. And another one of him with a girl on his lap. Squinting your eyes, your disturbed to see (.....) being the one sitting on his lap. Only then is when you feel a tear drop onto your hand.

“That bastard, I can’t believe him. It hasn’t even been a full month, and he’s acting like I was some fling. Did I really mean that little to him?” Standing up from the counter, you excuse yourself to the backroom so you can calm down.

“Sorry (Y/N), are you okay?”

“I guess it’s my own fault. I wanted to see the pictures, and I took the risk. It just still hurts—hurts a lot.” You laugh pathetically at your final words, trying to cheer yourself up. 

“You know what? Let’s just continue working and pretend this never happened. Please?” Seeing Killer give you a nod, you let out a relieved sigh. Rubbing the tears from your eyes, you get ready to go back and do your job—just on time, too, as a familiar face walks through the door.

“Law! What a surprise! What brings you here? I thought you worked today.” Seeing your roommate’s face immediately brightened up your mood. You’d never seen him at the cafe before while you were working.

“They were Overstaffed, so they sent me home. I thought I’d come say hi.” Walking up to the counter, you see him looking at the board.

“Well, I appreciate your coming to see me. I just finished with the rush, so take your time.”

“Never been here before. Got any suggestions?”

“My favorite personally is (----), but the refresher Citrus Sunrise is a popular one. I’ve also noticed a lot of doctors like the Vanilla Cloud Cold Brew.”

“Cold brew? And what’s with all the sky names?”

“Well, the theme at the cafe is basically the multiple phases of the sky. But the cold brew is coffee that makes you see doubles. It keeps a person awake for much longer.”

“I’ll get that then.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escapes your throat when he orders.

“Should’ve bet money on it. Might have been a dollar richer.” The chuckle that left Law’s lips made a bigger smile appear on your face. You were thankful that there was a little mercy in the world.

“Ah, Law, haven’t seen you since college, it feels like.”

“Probably. I’ve been busy. How’s life going for you?”

“Good. What about you? How’s doctor life?”

“As good as it can be when the person sleeping on your couch snores.” Killer watches you whip your head around with an offended look on your face.

“I do not snore! Never have I in my life!” A content chuckle comes out from behind Killer's mask as he watches you and Law playfully bicker. It hits him that his place must be where you're staying. He supposes it makes sense. If what Eustass told him was true, then you both would be struggling with your partner's affair.

Before Law came through the cafe doors, he worried about how you were taking the breakout behind closed doors. But watching you and Law interact with one another let him know that you’ll be doing just fine, which might leave a bad taste in someone else's mouth.

~~~

“She’s still staying with Law?! That fucking-AH!” Killer watched as Eustass kicked a lone tire on the ground. It bounced away from them before hitting another tire and stopping. He ran his fingers through his red hair before hitting the wall with the side of his fist. The concrete bricks that made up the mechanic shop's wall stayed put even with how much force Eustass put into the hit.

“Eustass, you have to understand how you sound right now-”

“I know how I sound! Alright?!... I know how I sound.” His voice trails off as he stares at the ground. The burning in his heart feels wrong, as he knows he has no one to blame but himself.

He flew too close to the sun and let his ego get the best of him. Everything he could ever want was in his hands, and yet he still wasn’t satisfied, so he threw it all on the line simply for a circumstantial thrill. And the consequences came crashing all around him like an earthquake.

When you busted open that door, Eustass knew that no amount of bargaining would have you staying to talk to him that day. The heartbroken look on your face continues to haunt him every night. Not a day goes by where he didn’t feel disgust for himself after being the reason tears ran down your face. 

If he could take it back just to have you in his arms again, he’d crawl out from hell itself.

“She’s also seen those party pictures from last Saturday.”

“What?! How’d she see them?!”

“A co-worker showed her. Apparently, she was at the party.” Eustass puts his face in his hands.

“Can’t even drink away my problems without having new ones show up.” Rubbing his face, Eustass lets out a sigh.

“I had it all. Had the girl, the job, all the works, and I managed to fuck it up. Now, no matter what I do, I’ll never get to wake up next to her.”

“If you even want her to look at you in a way that’s not disgust, I suggest you block (.....) if you haven’t already.” Killer watches Eustass sit down on some stacked tires before putting his head in his hands.

“I did that the day (Y/N) found out. Yet somehow, she keeps coming back into my life no matter where I go!”

“There’s always a retraining order?”

“It’s not that bad. It's just extremely aggravating.” The two men remained silent before Killer spoke.

“The best advice I can offer you is get your shit together before even making an attempt on contacting or acting civil with (Y/N).”

“Alright, I’ll keep that in mind.”

~~~

When you got home from work, you took a nap and a shower, then decided to go for a walk around Law’s neighborhood. You wanted to get some fresh air and check out some new places. There was a thrift store nearby that you really wanted to check out, so you grabbed your wallet/purse and put on your shoes. Yet before you walked out the door, you called out to Law.

“Hey, Law?” A few sounds of movement come from his bedroom direction before he pops out from behind the wall.

“Something wrong?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong! I just wondered if you wanted to go thrift shopping with me. We could just hang out, ya know?”

Hearing your offer, Law originally wanted to say no. He wasn’t much of a people person, and going out willingly, which didn’t involve working or getting groceries, was usually a no-go for him. But he supposed it’d be fine. Just for today, to go out.

“Okay.” As soon as the words left his lips, he watched your smile grow and couldn’t help but smile slightly himself. Walking over to the door, he grabs his shoes and coat.

“Meow!” The sound of Bepo’s meow makes the two of you turn your heads.

“Bepo!” Law watched as you picked up his cat and started kissing him. Bepo’s loud purring had you holding him even closer. 

“I’m sorry, baby, but I can’t take you with us. Your dad and I are going out, and we can’t take you with us. I promise to get you something, though!” Giving Bepo one final kiss to his head, you carefully put him down before making movements to leave.

“Say goodbye, Law! Don’t make him sad!” Your teasing made him roll his eyes before he scratched Bepo’s ears and said goodbye as well.

~~~

“Hmm. What do you think about this? I think it’s kinda cute!”

“Do you want my honest opinion?”

“Yes, I do! I think it’d look cute at the apartment!”

“It’s ridiculous. We have a perfectly good honey container at home, which is the bottle it came in.”

“But it’s so cute! I’m trying to liven up the place! Give it a woman’s touch.”

“Our place is fine.” Law’s eyes widen when he realizes what he said. Looking over to see if you caught his slip-up, he is grateful when he sees you looking at another knickknack on the shelf. His heart feels like it is going to jump from his chest. Despite all the chatter the thrift store holds, all he can hear is his own heart.

“Oh my gosh, Law, look! It’s a Sora: Warrior of the Sea mug! We have to get it!” Grabbing the mug, you hold it by its handle and pretend to drink out of it.

“Okay, I found my perfect find. Let’s go.” Just as you turn around, your face to face with a woman with a slight scowl on her face.

“Jeez! You scared me! Can I help you, ma’am?”

“Yes, actually. You see, my son loves Sora. So I was gonna buy him that mug for his tenth birthday. I just needed cash to buy it.”

“But this place takes cards?-”

“So I need you to hand it over so I can give my son his birthday present.” The lady reaches out to grab the mug from your hand, but you pull it away before she can.

“Woah, hey! Sorry, lady, but it’s mine now. It was on the shelf, so that means it’s up for grabs. You could’ve asked them to hold it. Finders keepers.” Was it mean? Perhaps, but you already had your mind set on this mug, and you couldn’t go home without it.

“You're really gonna ruin a child’s birthday over some stupid cup?!”

“First of all, it’s a mug. Second, yes, I am. It’s for someone I care about. And if it’s so stupid, go buy it on Amazon or buy him that Spider-Man cup behind us.” Too busy trying to leave the store and pay, you encase your hand in Law’s and start to drag him away from the lady.

“You really think there’s a child? I don’t think so. I think she wants it for herself.” You start ranting and ignore how your hand is still holding Law’s. Yet Law was overheating with how fast his heart was beating. The warmth of of your hand against his cold one felt unfamiliar, but it was more than welcomed. 

“2.99, please.” The sound of the cash register opening brought Law out of his trance. Once he was back to reality, he also noticed that your hand was no longer in his. Even though it was only in there for a second, the warmth was addicting. While his own hands were freezing, the calming feeling of your fingers intertwined with his own made a light pink spread across his face.

“Thanks, and have a good day.”

“You too! Okay, we can go now.” Motioning Law to fall you, you both head out of the thrift shop. The sun shone down on the two of you as you admired the Sora cup.

“Are you happy with your purchase?” Lay playfully comments when he sees you smile.

“Very, Now here!” Turning your body, you face Law and hold out the mug to him. Your whole face felt like it was on fire, but you pushed through it.

“What?”

“Here! I bought it for you…” With wide eyes, Law looks at you before looking down at the mug. Carefully, he grabs it from your hands and examines it. His heart pounded against his ribs and felt as if it was going to break free.

“For me?”

“Yeah. You’ve been so kind to me during this rough patch that I need to repay you. I know you're probably tired of me thanking you so much, but you really are my knight in shining armor at this time. Expect more gifts in the future, haha.” Putting your hands to your sides, you begin to fiddle with the bottom of your shirt. You watch Law look at the mug in shock before going back to his usual stoic demeanor.

“Thank you. And it’s fine.” There was a seconds silence before you spoke up.

“Well, where should we go next?”

“Going home sounds nice.” Law couldn’t help but roll his eyes at your pout.

“I promised Bepo I’d get him something! I can’t go home empty-handed!”

“I thought you said he needed a diet.”

“He does! I was gonna give him a little toy or perhaps a cat bed!”

“Cats never sleep in cat beds. They rather sleep on top of the fridge than in a bed.”

“Fine! Maybe some clothes.”

“You're not dressing up my cat.”

“I don’t know. Better keep an eye out, Law.” You nudge Law with a smile on your face. Hanging out with him made all the pain disappear, as his presence was calming and gave you hope that you’d be able to get through it all—perhaps even together. 

~~~

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Arrange married life with Itachi.

"Don't ever kiss me again" "I can kiss you anytime I want bc you are my wife"

Maybe there would be a situation where they had to show that they were a happy couple

You don't have to make him look rough but I'm kind of bored seeing him all sweet and all the time and the point is he has started to like yn that's why maybe he would say that?!?

Arranged Married Life || Itachi Uchiha x fem!reader

A/n : I really didn't want to write it at first because it sounded very non con, like it resonnated weirdly in me. And then I thought about it, I couldn't back down from a challenge, besides it would be a good opportunity for characters to yell at each other ahaha so here it is ! Hopefully you who sent me this request you'll find it

A/n 2 : Hey CONSENT is everything ! Even if this fic may seem a little ambiguous I don't think Itachi would ever act like this. Remeber this is only a fiction before coming at me

Warnings : arranged marriage, yelling, mean stuff, Itachi is going to hurt you ( I'll do my best for that 😂 ) because he knows you're lying, forced kiss kinda, 18+ READERS ONLY and wrap it before you tap it

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Word count : 1025

“Don’t ever kiss me again !” you screamed, voice echoing through the Uchiha residence. You residence since-

“I can kiss you anytime I want ! You’re my wife !” his voice boomed in a way little have ever heard. -since you’ve married him, since they had forced you to marry him

Things weren’t supposed to turn this way, not now that he started having feelings for you. But it was precisely for this reason that things turned this way. Everything was so much easier 6 months ago when you two met for the first time, well the day you got married. The day both your families agreed on this arranged marriage, supposed to bring the Uchiha lineage with the second secret mightiest lineage of Konohagakure.

At this time, there weren’t any problems about keeping the act outside your shared home. Everyone was completely oblivious, no one had a single doubt that the marriage had been arranged and that it was not for love and that neither you nor Itachi had particularly wanted to end up bound with the other.

No one suspected the reality of the situation any more, the meals eaten alone or in dead silence, the evenings spent reading a book, sometimes in two different rooms, even in the early nights when cushions separated your side of the bed. Far from the image of the perfect couple the whole village envied.

And that's only because in public you hold the act together like the best of actors, holding hands, fingers intertwined, or else by the arm, your head resting against his shoulder, him breathing in the sweet scent of your hair. Whispering sweet nothing into each other's ears, exchanging loving glances and discreet giggles.

That’s exactly what happened yesterday, during a gathering of the Uchiha family ( not all Uchihas knew about the arranged marriage ), the act was perfect, but maybe a little too perfect. Because as you got back to your residence - still in the act before the door was safely closed - his arm was supposed to lighten from around you and let you go do your own stuff like you’ve been used to, but to your surprise it tightened instead. When you looked at him you saw his face getting closer to yours.

You froze in place, he leaned closer and then you felt it. His lips oh so delicately pressed against yours. And then the instant of a second your hands came on his chest before pushing him with as much strength away from you as far as possible. He’s never kissed you on the lips before. Of course even when acting all lovey dovey in front of the others this was never something you had ever done, because being part of the Uchiha family required a certain public restraint. Even at your wedding he has only kissed your forehead.

Things leading to another you ended up both yelling at each other, your voices echoing in the hall. And upon hearing him calling your his wife you couldn't help but shout back “And I never wanted to be ! This !” you screamed gesturing at the walls and stuff around you “Is the fruit of an arranged marriage ! To which I did not even consent !” you added.

Your words made his jaw tighten, his hand shot to your arm which he gripped ( his aim isn’t ot hurt you just making sure you don’t leave while he speaks what is on his heart, this sounds fucked up though ) eyes boring in yours as he looked at your from above “Do not pretend you don’t like it ! Don't like to be mine”

“I don’t ! I wish they didn’t choose y-” your eyes held his gaze, not impressed at all by his outburst. You tried to shake your arm out of his grip but without success

Your words went straight to stabbing his heart prompting him to change his tone in consequence “Then act like you meant it by first stopping hanging on to me for dear life in the street every time someone you don't know comes near you. As if I’d ever protect you if something were to happen” this was pure venom you triggered.

“I hate you with every cell of my being !” you spat with anger, because you knew he was right, after all this time of living together you started to see him as a kind of protector.

“You wish you could” he gazed dangerously at you, the Sharingan in his eyes activating as his voice dropped back to a less loud tone, a testament of the upper hand he knew he had at the moment “But truth is you like it here in the Uchiha neighborhood, in my residence and in my bed every night. Don’t play coy, I know when you scoot closer to me during the night”

You blushed furiously with a mix of embarrassment and anger at his revelation “I’ve never done anything of the sort !” you tried to lie, but it didn't have any effect.

“You’ve done it every night lately. Did you think I would not notice ? Me ? Your own husband” he used another word refering to your marriage, his face getting closer to yours again, but way more slower now.

You didn’t budge, the conversation seemed to sink it, you knew he was right, you did need him sometimes. Not only his feelings were evolving, but yours too, and if he was reacting this way it was because things started to matter in a way it didn’t before. And you wouldn’t have outbursts like this if what he told you wasn't common knowledge for you too. Of course he would be the first to notice you started caring, even before you.

His lips pressed gently against your again, his grip of your arm lightening, leaving a coldness there you didn’t think it would. This time you didn’t try to push him away “I’ve let you do that every single night without saying a single word” he marked a pause as if he was looking for his words “We’re married and your lips are mine. From now on I won’t shy away from claiming them the way I should”

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[1d1195]

Committed I

I’ve been listening to this TikTok on repeat for weeks. The way he plays sounds so, so pretty.

Notes/Warnings: best friend Harry, band Harry, self-hatred thoughts mentioned There will be a part 2; I was going to make it one long piece but it was getting too long.

The first time Harry thought she was beautiful he hoped she would somehow know, and they would just be together. But instead, he had to continue the story that he was telling—one even he didn’t remember after realizing she was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth—and pretend like he hadn’t fallen for his best friend in a matter of twenty seconds.

“Can y’please stop doing that,” Harry rolled his eyes as he said it. “She’ll keep doing stuff fo’ us.”

“Isn’t that why she’s here?” Mitch said with an impish smile and winked at her. Harry glared at him immediately in response.

“Yes,” she answered monotonously at the same time Harry said, “No, I like having her here.”

She smiled in his direction, and he shook his head at her with an eye roll. “S’not why,” he repeated. She shrugged and continued helping pack stuff up.

Harry had Niall and Mitch doing the heavy things, helping Sarah pack up her drums while Niall broke down his keyboard setup. She was insistent on the light things—which other than Sarah’s drums were most of everything. Niall wouldn’t let anyone touch his guitar except for her—especially after she nearly broke her arm trying to save it from falling off the lifted stage once during sound check when Niall’s strap snapped right off his shoulder.

“Don’t know what we’d do without you, princess,” Niall said sweetly to her. Harry felt a flare of jealousy. He hated when other people—even his own friends called his best friend anything other than her name. He wanted to shower her with affectionate names that made her cheeks turn that light pink that he loved so much. Niall wasn’t even in love with her, he didn’t deserve the warmth of her cheeks or the pleasure of making her feel adored.

But neither did Harry. And Harry called her love, sweet girl, and kitten, any chance he could and every time he did, he saw the way her cheeks darkened one shade. Of course, it had gotten easier over the years since they met. Instead of a cherry red, it was more of a velvety pink.

She was helping Harry put things into the back of his car. There were several girls waiting anxiously for his attention. She was used to it. “What did y’think?” He asked. She didn’t respond at first because her focus was on making sure the speakers and sound equipment made it into his car without breaking. “Kitten?”

“Oh me?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Who else, love?”

Her eyes darted to the girls pretending to look busy, waiting for Harry to notice them but instead he leaned against his closed car waiting for the others to file out so they could leave. Sarah oversaw payment—and Niall always managed to get a drink on the house. “What did I think about your show?” She asked leaning against his car and so close to him the sides of their arms touched. He nodded.

“It was beautiful,” she said gently. “You always play flawlessly. I love every show. I swear each one gets better, and I think it’s impossible every single time for that to happen,” she smirked and looked up at the sky. “But you never cease to surprise me.” It was dark enough to see a few stars but in town it was impossible to see all the glittering specks of sparkles fluttering across the sky. She looked forward going back to Harry’s place that he shared with Niall. She wanted to lay on his bed and stare out the skylight and wish on stars all night long.

“You’re not lying, right?” He asked quietly.

She tilted her head and turned to him. “What?”

“Mitch...he was joking around...said y’would think m’good. Even if I sucked. Because you’re m’best friend.”

Every time he said best friend it made her muscles tighten. It felt like she was on high alert. She wanted to be so much more than best friends. But...she wasn’t good enough for someone like Harry. Shaking her head of the thought quickly as she thought of it, she smirked at Harry. “As your best friend, I would tell you if you were bad,” she smiled doing her best to relax the tenseness of her muscles. He smirked at her and shook his head.

“What’s been your favorite show y’think?”

“Do you remember playing back in college at City Tavern for the third time?” She said almost instantaneous. Harry felt his eyebrows move up on his forehead in surprise of her quick answer.

He tilted his head at her again. “The third time?”

“Yes.”

“Specifically, the third?” He questioned.

“Yes, it was a Saturday night, the band that you were supposed to be opening for cancelled and they let you take the lead spot? It was like the last week of September, it was so nice outside—starting to cool down. It was beautiful and you played songs that sounded like how fall feels. I felt like I was wrapped in a sweatshirt sitting by a fire. I never felt so whole.”

Harry wondered if she knew she was a walking poetry book. He tried not to think about how close her face was—tried not to think about how easy it would be to reach out and push some hair behind her ear, hold her chin and kiss her until they were both breathless.

“Hi!” a voice chirped. They tore their gazes from each other to look at the pair of girls approaching them. “I’m sorry to bother you,” she said sweetly. “We’re huge fans. Could we take a picture?” She asked. Looking to Harry for confirmation she saw in his eyes he wanted to say no, but it wasn’t a genuine heartfelt no. She had acted as talent manager many times before. She coerced girls away when they were over the top and too needy. But these girls, as pretty as they were, and for as long as they waited, weren’t mean. There was no need to scare them off. Harry was mad when the sweet girl offered to take a picture for them. Forcing Harry to pose with them he wanted to pose with her, take a selfie or get a good picture of the pair of them cozied up to one another. “Could I give you my number?” One giggled cutely after taking the picture.

As she handed the phone back to the girl who waited idly by while she flirted with Harry, the poor lovesick girl felt all the blood pool into her fingers. She was lucky she didn’t drop the delicate technology as they tingled immediately, numbing how she felt so quickly and viciously, she thought she would pass out in the next breath. Fortunately, her friend grabbed the phone, and she was making her way back inside to help with the rest of the equipment. She didn’t want to hear the answer. “M’flattered,” she heard anyway. “But m’not really interested in dating right now,” Harry explained. “You’re very lovely,” he said sweetly.

She dreaded the day that answer changed. It had been years and years of him saying the same tired line to hopeful girls who never received the change either.

She wasn’t blind. Harry was beautiful; there was no other way to describe it. Every angle of his face was defined but still soft. His skin was like velvet to the touch, and even the little stubble he managed to grow (she was always one to remind him it took him significantly longer than most men to final sprout something resembling a beard), drove her wild. His smile and the dimples were unmatched to anyone’s else’s. She often wondered how she would ever be able to have a child and think they were beautiful because surely Harry would always be the most beautiful thing in the world.

But nothing in the world compared to looking at Harry’s eyes. If she went blind in the next moment, she wouldn’t beg for her sight back only the request to see Harry’s eyes for the rest of her life. She heard music when she saw green. The warmth and happiness she felt every time she saw the cute little crinkle at the outer corners was immeasurable.

The idea that someone else would get to enjoy gazing at Harry for as long as they wanted because they were in love seemed cruel.

Especially when she thought no one would ever love him like she did.

*

Most of the time she stood backstage to listen to them play but every once in a while, at the smaller clubs and venues, she meandered into the crowd of people. Harry informed her that if she stood about two thirds of the way from the stage and centered herself as best she could, she would have the best sound quality possible. During sound checks, she ensured this was true and always staked out a spot for herself just in case she wanted a view of her best friend (and his lovely band) from the center of the dance floor.

What Harry failed to tell her was how excited he got seeing her among the crowd. He loved having her backstage. He knew she wasn’t endangered of getting hurt by rowdy drunk people, or having her drink messed with or something worse. He enjoyed knowing she could hear and see him and whenever he played, he felt her eyes on him the whole time. Like a warm blanket.

But Harry very obviously, could not watch her from his position center stage when she was behind the lights and curtains. So, when she was front and center, his eyes couldn’t move from her. There was nowhere else to look. No one else to look at or search for in the crowd of people. It was like a spotlight appeared and instead of shining at him, Mitch, Niall, or Sarah, it highlighted her beautiful being in the mix of all the club patrons.

There weren’t many people who believed in him and his friends at the start of their band and their gigs. He heard from acquaintances and random people that bands rarely work out. But she always, always encouraged him to follow his dreams. They still had a long way to go, but they went from open mic nights to paid and tipped live entertainment, to clubs. It was an amazing start and Harry couldn’t ignore his biggest cheerleader.

Harry doesn’t really know why he never said anything to her about the way he felt towards her. It crossed his mind every moment they were together. It seemed like it would happen eventually. But as the pair of them got further into their twenties with no sign of dating in sight, he worried that she didn’t love him any more than a friend at all.

Harry often thought about the first time his best friend turned beautiful. She was beautiful of course, from the moment he met her in primary school, but it was when they were heading off to college once more before third year when Harry had just convinced Niall, Mitch, and Sarah to play at the local pub before all their school friends left as well.

Harry doesn’t even remember what he said. But at the moment everyone was laughing—good naturedly—at his expense. It was a story Harry was telling, and Harry had a way of making a story last twice as long as most others could. His voice was slow, he added extra detail when he thought of it, and someone had said it would be last call before the story was over (and the night had hardly started). While others were laughing, she was just there. Gazing at him. A gentle, encouraging smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “What were you saying?” She asked over the roar of their dull laughter.

Harry felt his chest warm over. Suddenly, she wasn’t just his best friend. Instead, she had soft, silky hair he wanted to run his fingers through. Her cheeks weren’t just for smiling and laughing at his lame jokes, they were round little apples he wanted to kiss at every moment. Her smile was only for him, a lifeboat in a sea of fake laughter. Then, those eyes weren’t just something he noticed darted rapidly around the room ensuring everyone they knew was safe, but they were an oasis—he was desperate to gaze into them and peer into her soul in hopes of finding more about how she felt.

The first time Harry thought she was beautiful he hoped she would somehow know, and they would just be together. But instead, he had to continue the story that he was telling—one even he didn’t remember after realizing she was the most beautiful creature to walk the earth—and pretend like he hadn’t fallen for his best friend in a matter of twenty seconds.

*

After that, Harry thought things changed on his end. He thought he was much more obvious in his intentions. When they hung out, Harry went about looking for excuses to touch her. He would find stray eyelashes on her cheeks, he would catch a fly away hair, or pluck a piece of lint from off her sweater. Whenever they studied together, planned together, watched movies together, Harry looked for excuses to touch her. “Love?” He hummed bravely.

“Hmm?” She was looking at her notebook studying and writing as she peered from her textbook, the pen cap was in her mouth, making Harry anxious she would swallow it.

“Uhh...” he swallowed, and he suddenly felt nervous about asking her the question on his mind. Naturally she sensed his anxiety before he could even utter the next sentence. Popping the pen cap back into place (and relieving him of his worry of her untimely death), she looked at him expectantly.

“You okay, Harry?” She asked softly.

He felt his cheeks warm. “I know...” he shook his head at himself, feeling like an idiot. “D’you want a hug?” He asked.

She blinked in confusion. “Come again?” She asked.

“Uh...” he cleared his throat. “I just...I can’t remember the last time we hugged. And... you’re m’best friend and I... I love you and I want t’make sure we’re not those friends who never touch each other, or...”

Her face broke into this beautiful smile (of course, it was beautiful. She couldn’t be anything but beautiful) and she nodded quickly. “I’d like that,” she pushed her book and notebook aside to all but throw herself at him. As beautiful as he thought she was, he couldn’t help but think about how perfect she felt in his arms. He squeezed her tightly to him. “Are you okay?” She asked him.

“Hmm?” He hummed almost dreamily. Lost in the perfume of her hair and the warmth of her body close to his.

“Is everything okay?” She questioned again. “You seem out of sorts, and I don’t mind the hugs at all,” she promised. “Just want to make sure you’re okay.”

“M’fine, love,” he nodded against her hair and sighed contentedly as he held her. “Completely fine,” he repeated softly before they enjoyed being snuggled together for a few moments in complete but perfect silence.

*

She remembered the first time she had a boyfriend. He hated Harry. But it was Harry or no dating. “There’s no way he’s not in love with you,” he said with a shake of his head.

She rolled her eyes. “Harry is my best friend, and you’ll have to trust me on this. He’s part of the package deal.”

Usually, her boyfriends ended up loving Harry almost as much as she did. In reality, there wasn’t anyone that could love him as much as she did. Harry was always perfectly kind and lovely to the men in her life. It made her happy that someone could fit into her life even when Harry was right there, looking utterly perfect and making her heart stop.

But in the end, it never really worked out for guys that weren’t Harry.

Harry had spent many nights consoling her, even when she bravely showed she wasn’t upset. The worst was the guy that dumped her after two years, talking of moving in together, and setting the scene for an entire life together. That night she cried more than Harry had ever seen her and it shattered him.

“I wish I was prettier,” she sniffled.

“Kitten, you’re beautiful,” he promised gently rubbing his hand over her back.

She shook her head. “Not...” she swallowed. “Not like I’m supposed to be.”

He frowned. “I don’t know what that means,” he admitted.

Her face was as broken as her heart. Harry wanted to wrap her in his arms and squeeze until she felt whole. “Like the girls that flirt with you,” she whispered. “They’re skinny and perfect and look like they belong on covers of magazines. They’re not this weird in between size of looking like a potato sack,” she said with a hiccupping breath.

Harry smirked because he thought that was the saddest thing he had ever heard. Especially because he believed she was the most beautiful thing to ever exist. “You silly sweet girl,” he cooed. “You’re not a potato sack.”

She sniffled. “You have to say that.”

“Even still,” he said. What he wanted to say was that in a crowded room the only person that caught his eye was her, always and always. Harry was glad she wasn’t on the cover of a magazine, he wanted to keep her beauty all to himself.

“I think I’ll be alone forever,” she mumbled brokenly.

“You’ll always have me,” he shrugged. He wondered if she could feel how much he meant those words. Even under the pretense of a joke and a way to ease the frustration she felt in the moment, he meant each one. She looked at him with her teary and bloodshot eyes and didn’t say anything. Harry always wondered why. But she didn’t want to say until he found someone better than her. She was already heartbroken over a guy she didn’t really love.

*

She was helping with Sarah’s makeup and outfit options at their shared apartment when Harry and Niall arrived. Mitch had made the last-minute errand run to make sure everyone had everything they needed for their long night of playing.

“Hello!” Niall called as they entered the apartment.

“Just a minute!” Sarah called. “She’s performing a miracle on my gray looking skin.”

“Oh hush,” she rolled her eyes and Harry couldn’t believe how easy it was to feel at home listening to her voice.

Making themselves comfortable, Niall headed to the kitchen to get a drink while Harry situated himself on the sofa and admired the homey feel of their place. He could sense the essence of her in every air particle. It was like falling asleep on a rainy afternoon listening to music.

“Princess, what’s this?” Niall said pulling the paper off the refrigerator. Harry turned from flipping through show options on TV to his friend sipping his drink as he scanned over the paper.

“You didn’t,” she whispered.

“You have to tell them,” she heard Sarah whisper back.

“What is it?” Harry asked.

“It’s nothing,” she called.

“Uh...it doesn’t look like nothing!” Niall said, his face bubbling with excitement.

“It’s not!” Sarah cheered and came racing from the bathroom to Niall’s side as they scanned the letter.

She slowly made her way out, setting Harry’s heart to a spastic rhythm while she plopped herself beside him on the couch. “What is it?” He repeated. But his stomach already knew. He was overcome with anxiety and fear that something in their lives was going to change.

She rolled her eyes. “I got a paid internship for this music producer...but I’m not taking it.”

Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise. “What?” He asked. “Where? When? For who?”

She explained the details saying one of her professors reached out and sent the link to the internship. He put in a good word for her, and while the pay wouldn’t be great, the experience would set the tone for her future. It would help write her own ticket, and she would be perfect for the position. “I never planned on taking it if I got it.”

“You were stupid to think you wouldn’t,” Sarah said knowingly.

She sighed. “I didn’t tell you, because I’m not taking it,” she explained to Harry.

Niall passed the letter to Harry so he could look it over himself. How could she not take it? He turned to her more directly. He thought about his best friend moving halfway across the world, nearly six thousand miles between them. Since primary school they hadn’t been more than six miles apart other than family holidays. The thought of not being able to find her in a matter of ten minutes made him nauseous. But he powered through. “Kitten,” he said softly. “You should take it.”

She shook her head firmly. “No.” One word, simple, done. End of story.

“She’s being extremely stubborn,” Sarah said. “That’s why I put it on the fridge. It’s your turn to convince her.”

“Princess, you’d be insane not to do it,” Niall said gently standing beside Sarah while she looked on with a pointed expression.

“Better have me committed then,” she shrugged.

Harry settled the letter aside. “Love.”

“Harry, I’m not going,” she shook her head. “I’m just not.” As much as he didn’t want her to go, this seemed like a horrible idea to let her stay when it was so very obvious that she should. “We have a show to get ready for,” she said getting up and heading to grab her things for them all.

*

“Did you know?” Harry asked Mitch while they were on stage during the soundcheck. Niall was getting drinks for them while Sarah and her went to the bathroom to freshen up before the show.

“Know what?”

“’Bout the internship.”

Mitch nodded. “I was there when she got the letter. Sarah was very insistent she go.”

Harry glanced at the ground away from them. He hated the idea of her leaving. “Wonder why she won’t go,” he mumbled. Mitch snorted in response. “What?”

Mitch looked his friend in exasperation. “You can’t be that dense,” he said.

Harry felt his eyebrows pinch together. “What?” He repeated.

“She won’t leave you,” he said with an eye roll. Harry’s heart skipped a beat and he stared blankly at Mitch as he waited for him to continue. Shaking his head, he sighed. “Sarah thinks I shouldn’t say anything, but m’pretty sure the only ones who don’t know you’re in love with one another are yourselves,” he shrugged and headed to Niall getting the round of drinks.

Harry felt like his tongue weighed three times as much in his mouth. If he wanted to speak, he didn’t think he could. The silence in his head was so loud he could have put a rock concert to shame.

“Whoa, are you okay?” She asked suddenly. Her hand was on his face checking his temperature with the cool feeling of her skin against the hotness that warmed over his forehead and cheeks. “You look pale, are you feeling alright?” The concern dripped in her voice making his heart ache more by the second.

“M’fine,” he mumbled.

The worry was already etched on her face, she didn’t believe him and he knew she was right not to. He wasn’t alright. He did feel sick. He saw Mitch mumbling something to Sarah who looked annoyed as she looked over at Harry and her concerned expression. “He’s fine, love,” Sarah said. “Pre-show nerves.”

“Haven’t had those in a while,” she smiled softly at her best friend. “You’ll be amazing. Always are,” she promised and pressed her lips to his cheek.

*

She stayed backstage that night. Harry was grateful. He was certain he wouldn’t be able to focus if she was front and center. Knowing she was backstage made it difficult as it was. He could hear their regular fans screaming for him and he enjoyed the way they sounded but most importantly, he hoped she liked tonight’s show.

She loved Harry’s stage presence. He had so much fun and looked so at ease. From backstage she couldn’t see much but without telling him she went towards the front part of the house and slid into the crowd to see her best friend two-thirds away from the stage, centered as she knew best.

Harry’s tattoos nearly gleamed under the stage lights. They didn’t play for huge venues, but hundreds of people saw them play each time. They got paid well for what they did, and she could listen to Harry’s crooning voice all day long. If she was forced to be blind or deaf, she would pick being blind without hesitation—she couldn’t give up hearing Harry’s voice for all the riches in the world.

Swaying to the cover playing over the speakers and the words spilling from Harry’s lips made her almost woozy. He still didn’t see her, but his eyes were scanning the crowd. She thought he’d be a star one day and she dreaded it a little. Losing Harry to the popularity of celebrity status seemed like a fate that was unavoidable, but it made her sad to think of it. She shouldn’t think about it. It made her sad for no reason. Harry was up there, looking beautiful, looking like he belonged and singing so wonderfully it made her warm all over. There would be time to mourn Harry being famous in the future. For now, she wanted to enjoy him in front of her.

She had told him about her favorite show. For some reason, this one seemed like it would replace it. He looked too beautiful; his skin was smooth and silky looking. All she could think about was how he must have tasted, and she wished she could run her hands over his biceps as they curled to touch his guitar and microphone.

“Hey!” Someone shouted in her ear. Ruining the perfect daydream of Harry and his amazing voice. Like he was only singing to her. Begrudgingly, she turned toward the voice and met the eyes of the man beside her. He smiled at her so sweetly. He was cute, she wasn’t unaware of it.

But he wasn’t Harry.

She smiled at him politely. “Great music, huh!?” He said to her loudly.

She nodded. “Yeah! My best friend is singing up there,” she gestured proudly. She could see his eyes falter a little. She knew that look. Anytime a guy knew Harry was in her life they seemed to flounder a bit; there was no way they could compete with him.

They were right, of course.

“He’s good!” He called again.

“Thank you!” Her voice was proud again. She couldn’t help it, she beamed with pride at him.

“Can I get you a drink!?” He asked.

She could feel the blush on her cheeks. She was rarely asked to get a drink or even talked to by men—especially because of Harry but more so because she didn’t think she was pretty enough. It was her entire issue with Harry. She wasn’t beautiful enough for Harry. He deserved someone who looked like she belonged on his arm. She didn’t. There was too much extra weight on her hips and legs. Her face always looked asymmetrical in pictures. Her hair never seemed to sit flat, always a bout of frizz. As she ogled Harry up there, he was too beautiful.

She was not.

She perched on her toes to talk to the man’s ear nervous about the impending reaction. It could only go one of two ways and with Harry on stage she hoped it went the polite way. “That’s very sweet, but I don’t take drinks from strangers without my friend around,” she explained. “I’m flattered.”

“I get that, that’s smart,” he nodded. Relief flooded her. “I’ll wait till he’s off stage then,” he smiled devilishly. Her cheeks burned red again and she grinned at him.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Enjoy the show!”

She hadn’t realized she hadn’t looked up at Harry once during the interaction with the stranger. As she turned her gaze away from the retreating figure up to the stage where her gaze locked with her best friend.

He looked pissed.

Frowning, she gave a small wave, and he turned his gaze from her momentarily, the anger in his eyes not matching the gentle voice that sang while she enjoyed his show.

Her eyes darted to Niall who caught her sight and he winked at her with an eye roll as he shook his head almost imperceptibly in response to Harry. Next her gaze moved to Mitch who just smiled at her as if he knew something she didn’t. Sarah was in her own world, living her best life playing with a bunch of boys who were a bit crazy at times.

*

Usually, she didn’t stay in the crowd the whole set. But something about Harry’s reaction twisted her stomach. It felt like she was in trouble, so she didn’t want to go backstage until the end—especially if Harry was going to be all grumpy towards her.

She got her own drink and moved around the crowd as best she could to get a different view, a different sound throughout the set. While his suggestion to stand two thirds away from the center was a good one, Harry sounded beautiful from anywhere in the crowd. She never really got to go up front, but she saw her chance as there were people leaving and she thought nothing of it.

Plus, it wasn’t like Harry ever told her not to go up front for any particular reason.

It took her a moment to realize that Harry was in fact searching for her, but once she did, her heart warmed. As grumpy as he was earlier, it was so sweet he cared for her; so sweet that he worried about her.

As good as he sounded further from the stage, her whole world changed seeing him so close. She got to be near Harry all the time—closer than directly in front of the stage ever could, but somehow this got her heart beating out of control. He was even more beautiful than ever. There was something almost intimate about seeing the way his fingers skimmed over the guitar strings, the way his jaw flexed as he sang, and how she could almost see the way his eyelashes brushed his cheeks every time he blinked.

Fortunately, her ogling prevented her from noticing the girls that violently/drunkenly shoved her out of the way. She thought that if she braced for impact, it would have been much worse. She fell back to the floor so hard she was certain her tailbone was going to bruise. The back of her head had a sharp pain almost instantly as it smacked into the floor. She couldn’t even scream she was so shocked. She gasped as the headache ensued immediately, too. Reaching for her head someone stepped on her arm and she groaned. Clutching the back of her head she tried to move but it felt like there was so much weight pressing on her. She always wanted to hear Harry play, but she wished the sound would just stop in that moment. Her brain was foggy, but she wasn’t unconscious. Everything just ached from that sudden impact against the hard floor.

For the rest of her life, she would be grateful to the girl who saw her on the floor and started pushing people away. “Hey, stop the music,” Harry said hurriedly. She was certain she would hear his voice on her deathbed, and she couldn’t help but think how mad he was going to be once he realized it was her. “Can we get some help up front?” He said quickly.

The music stopped; the voices faded into a cacophony of small talk. The pounding of the music and people screaming and yelling stopped too. She was relieved only slightly. “Oh shit, princess,” Niall said the microphone catching his words.

Of course, she couldn’t see from her view on the floor. But Harry nearly threw his guitar to the floor the moment Niall’s voice indicated it was her that was hurt. Mitch only grabbed it at the last second, catching it by the head of the instrument as Harry jumped from the stage and shoved the group huddled around away from her. Niall knew that Harry was going to spiral at any second—if he wasn’t already. Seeing his best friend’s girl lying on the sticky hard floor made him mad; he couldn’t imagine what Harry was feeling. “Kitten?!” He said alertly. She had one hand on her forehead as she turned her gaze upward. “What are y’doing down here?” He snapped. He was mad. How interesting.

“My head hurts,” she murmured. Harry scooped her up like she weighed nothing and marched toward the back of the stage. Security was there to keep the remaining people away from them and she couldn’t believe Harry was holding her so effortlessly. She knew she didn’t weigh anything close to how Harry so easily picked her up. “Put me down,” she muttered but her head was aching too much.

Harry ignored her. “Is she alright?” Sarah asked.

“M’fine,” she managed. “My head hurts.”

“Get her some water,” Harry snapped settling her onto the couch in the makeshift dressing room the club had set up for bands like Harry’s.

“The lights are really bright,” she told him.

They were off in seconds. It was just the light from the adjoining bathroom and the hallway outside that let any light in. Harry was crouched beside her, his hand resting on her cheek and his thumb ran over her temple which felt so indescribably good she thought she would melt. “What’s today’s date?”

“I just have a headache, Harry,” she promised. She peeled one eye open to look at him. He waited anxiously for her to answer. “It’s March 24th,” she told him.

He sighed with relief. “Say the months backwards.”

“Harry,” she whined. “I just need some medicine.”

“Kitten, please,” he begged. She couldn’t ignore how upset he sounded. Listing them backwards her head continued to pound. “Okay,” he murmured. It was silent. Closing her eyes again she relied on the sound of Harry’s haggard breathing. The sharpness of the pain was subsiding to a substantial ache, but not as intense as it was when it happened.

“M’okay,” she mumbled. “Stop being all worried.” He didn’t say anything. Just continued rubbing his thumb gently against her face. “You sounded amazing,” she reminded him. “Think you replaced my favorite show,” a smiled twitched at her lips.

He snorted. “This is by far m’least favorite,” he grumbled.

“Don’t be silly,” she said blindly reaching out to squeeze what had to have been his arm. He was much closer than she expected. “I can still get hurt and you can have a great show.”

Her eyes were closed so she couldn’t see the way he shook his head. His body was overcome with grief and worry that she was injured. The moment he heard Niall say princess he thought he would combust. Harry could only think about how hours before Mitch said they were in love with one another, and he tried to deny it. People didn’t lose their minds the way Harry did when they weren’t in love.

“I haven’t had anything to drink, so that probably didn’t help,” she told him.

“Probably for the best there’s no alcohol fogging up y’brain,” he murmured. Even banged up she was so beautiful. Harry loved touching her and as much as he hated how she got hurt; he was grateful to touch her. Carrying her down the hall, despite her weak protest, made him think about carrying her to bed after falling asleep on the couch or over the threshold like the stupid marital tradition he didn’t even believe in even though he had no right to think about marrying her. “Does anything else hurt, m’love?” He hummed.

“Someone stepped on my hand,” she said wiggling her fingers for effect. Harry grabbed and inspected her hand carefully. There were no wounds or punctures for which he was grateful. Just a bit of a shoe print. “Think m’fingers are just sore,” she said. Carefully, Harry massaged each digit, gently rolling them between his fingers. “Ooh...” she hummed. “I could get used to this,” she sighed. Finally, he smirked. He couldn’t help it. She was too cute. Plus, he was so grateful she was okay. “This water is taking forever.”

Harry didn’t say a whole lot in times like these. He was worried he would break down crying over the anxiety of not knowing if she was truly okay. She knew he was anxious—of course she did, she knew everything about him. So she chatted more to ease his anxiety. Even when she wasn’t feeling well, she was always thinking about him.

“Y’don’t have t’talk,” he murmured. “M’okay if you’re okay,” he said.

The smile on her lips grew and she reached her free hand out to squeeze his arm again. “You’re the best, Harry,” she whispered. “Thank you.”

“I don’t like when you’re in the crowd.”

“I know.” More silence. “Harry, you’re beautiful,” she whispered. He snorted.

“Y’definitely have a concussion.”

“I’m serious!” Her eyebrows crinkled together as she pouted, and he brought his free hand to smooth out the slight wrinkle. He didn’t want her head to hurt more because of it. “From the crowd...you just look so at ease up there. So happy. You belong up there and I think it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” she whispered.

“Thank you, love,” he answered quietly. She could hear the shyness in his voice, and it made her giggle.

“So shy,” she rolled her eyes. “Girls screaming over you and you still think you don’t deserve it.”

If she wasn’t the one screaming, it didn’t matter at all. “D’you need anything else?” He asked.

“Can you rub my head again? That felt nice.”

“Of course, m’love,” there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her, and he really needed an excuse to not touch her right now to assure himself that she was okay. So, no. He didn’t mind touching her sweet face at all.

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[cherry-holmes]

Glimpse of a life with Javier Peña (series)

Chapter 2

MAIN MASTERLIST

Summary: Javi fucked up things with you.

SERIES MASTERLIST PART 3

Pairing: Javier Peña x Female Reader

Word count: +2.5k

Warnings: none. No use of Y/N.

A/N: Chapter 2 is here! As always I want to thank you for your support! I hope you like this one and be ready for moreeee!🫶🏻✨ I love reading your comments and reblogs, so keep the coming✨

I’m open for requests. Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Loki, BBC Sherlock, Supernatural…😏

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Work made time fly quickly. You had a lot of paperwork to do every day, and it seemed endless – spending hours reading reports and files and then translating them on your typewriter. However, something had been making the last two weeks feel easier, or better to say, someone.

Every afternoon, Javier Peña visited your office to hand you his and Murphy's daily reports. You wondered when Messina would withdraw Javier's punishment, but you weren't sure if you wanted her to do it. You didn't have a lot of friends at work since your department consisted of only one employee – you. You had some conversations with secretaries and officers during your lunch breaks, but you always returned alone to your small office.

So, when Javier visited and talked with you for at least a couple of minutes, it made you feel less isolated in the demanding work environment. The couple of days when he didn't visit because he was on a raid out of the base, you couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. You became accustomed to the smell of cigarettes and men's cologne that lingered in the air whenever he was around. Sometimes he also smelled like black coffee, and on his roughest days, even like whiskey.

It became a small but pleasant routine, these short daily visits from Javier. You'd sometimes share a funny story or a piece of office gossip, and occasionally, you'd laugh together. Those brief moments helped create a sense of camaraderie between you and the charming DEA agent.

Until one particular day, as Javier handed you the reports, he leaned casually against your office doorframe, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "You know," he began, "I've been thinking. Maybe you and I should grab a drink after work one of these days. Get to know each other a little better, outside of this crazy office."

His proposition took you by surprise. You hadn't expected this kind of invitation. Your mind raced as you tried to decide how to respond. Javier watched you intently, his eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

You were about to say yes immediately, but you knew better than to let yourself fall into the den of the beast so easily. You had heard a lot about Javier Peña and his charming ways, known to lead any woman to his bed. And although you had been enjoying the friendly conversations with him, you didn't want to rush into anything too quickly.

You met his gaze, your own eyes locking with his. "Javier," you began carefully, "I appreciate the offer, I really do. But, I have to be honest, you have quite the reputation, and I don't want to misinterpret our friendship."

Javier's smirk hesitated, as he tried to process your response. He looked like it was the first time he'd been rejected, and it caught him off guard. He straightened his back and moved his hand as if dismissing the importance of it all.

"Wow," he said with a touch of sarcasm, "I never thought I'd see the day when someone turned down a night with Javier Peña. Guess I overestimated our connection."

His words stung, and you could see a flicker of hurt in his eyes, even though he was trying to play it cool. You had unintentionally wounded his pride, and it seemed he was determined to strike back with a hint of meanness.

"It's not about our connection, Javier," you replied evenly. "It's about respecting boundaries and not rushing into something we might regret later."

«That I might regret later».

He sighed, his tone softening just a bit. "Fair enough. I get it. I won't push," he said, his playful charm replaced by a more somber demeanor. "Let's just forget I ever brought it up. We can stick to our friendly chats. No harm done."

The atmosphere in the room grew tense, and you both lapsed into an uneasy silence. It was clear that your rejection had affected him more than he let on, and you couldn't help but feel a sting of guilt for hurting his feelings.

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He didn't mean it.

"I never thought I'd see the day when someone turned down a night with Javier Peña"?

What the fuck was that shit?

As Javier left your office, he felt guilty and embarrassment for saying that. He knew his behavior wasn't correct, but the disappointment he felt really took him by surprise. He had been rejected a couple of times, he was prepared for your possible refusal. But what he didn't expect was the heavy weight he would feel when he heard you saying no.

For weeks, he had been feeling increasingly drawn to you, always wanting to be near you. He even used Messina's punishment as an excuse to visit your office, even after she withdrew it. Javier had finally come to the disconcerting realization that he was infatuated with you. So, he thought that perhaps by taking you out for a drink and even having you in his bed, he would get over it.

But as he got into his truck, he felt truly disillusioned. His ill-advised words had driven a split between you, and he couldn't shake the feeling that he had ruined any chance of building something more meaningful. Javier's fear of commitment was something that never kept him awake at night, not even after everything that had happened with Lorraine. He felt genuinely sorry for leaving her at the altar thirteen years ago, but he always told himself that she was much better without him. She needed someone with a lot more commitment than he had. Now, the topic seemed to be haunting him.

He wasn't mad because you hurt his ego; he was mad because you hurt the feelings he didn't know he had.

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Javier didn't come to your office again the following week. It wasn't the first time a man stopped talking to you after you rejected him. You were used to it. The moment you made it clear you wouldn't give them what they wanted, they magically lost interest in you, sometimes even resorting to calling you boring or, occasionally, a bitch.

You could sense this double standard in society. On one hand, they encourage women to freely explore their sexuality, which is great, but on the other hand, if you prefer to wait for the right time and the right person, you get labeled as "boring" or "prudish." It's as if there's no middle ground, no understanding that everyone has their own path and timing.

You had always believed in waiting for the right person, the one you truly cared about, to share such an intimate moment. It wasn't about religion, you didn't even believe on the false concept of ''purity'' or ''santity''; it was simply your personal choice.

So you thought Javier was just another man like many. It made you feel disappointed because you really liked him, but there wasn't anything you could do about it.

As you entered the office dining room, you spotted your usual group of female friends. They greeted you, and you joined them. All of you spoke in Spanish.

"Hello" you smiled as you greeted as you took your seat. The chatter at the table was lively, filled with laughter and bits of gossip about the office. These women had become your companions, and you cherished the moments you spent with them during lunch breaks.

As the conversation flowed, one of your friends, Marta, leaned in and asked in a teasing tone, "So, we've been seeing Agent Peña hanging around your office quite often lately. What's the story there?"

The mention of Javier made you pause for a moment, and you glanced at your friends, slightly surprised that they had noticed. "Oh, that," you said, attempting to play it off casually. "It's because of Messina's punishment. She made him handed me his reports."

Ana raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Messina's punishment? Come on, you were chatting for like two weeks straight. That punishment lasts only a couple of days."

You felt your cheeks flush as you tried to maintain your composure. Your friends were sharp, and they clearly had their suspicions. "Well," you began, searching for words, "maybe he did something to bother her again. You know how bossy she can get."

The women at the table exchanged knowing looks, and one of them, Maria, couldn't help but tease, "Hmm, a bad boy indeed. He must really that bad."

You sighed internally. With a sheepish smile, you finally confessed, "Okay, fine. We've been talking a lot. But it's just work-related, I promise."

Marta grinned. "Work-related, huh? Well, you can't blame us for being curious. Agent Peña isn't known for spending that much time in one place, especially chatting with a colleague."

You shrugged, realizing that your friends had seen through your explanation. "I guess we've been getting along. It's nice to have someone to talk to during those long work hours."

Your friends exchanged knowing glances again, and Maria leaned closer, her voice hushed. "Come on, spill the beans. Is there something more going on between you two?"

You hesitated, then decided to be honest. "No, there isn't. It's just work and friendly conversations. Javier is a nice guy, and I enjoy our talks."

Maria leaned in again, her tone more serious this time. "That's good to hear then, because, you know, we found out that he slept with Kelly. You know her, didn't you? The blonde one."

You paused, your heart sinking at the revelation. It didn't surprised you, but you felt a hole in your chest.

"Oh," you tried to composed yourself, "Well for them."

Sofia chimed in, her expression concerned. "Yeah, we just don't want you to get hurt. These things usually don't end well. Men like him, they tend to move on pretty quickly."

"You don't have nothing to worry about," you tell them, mixing your food but you had lost your appetite, "There's nothing between us, so Javier is free to do anyone he please."

The conversation moved on to other topics, but you couldn't help but feel a ache of disappointment and confusion. Why did Javier's involvement with someone else affect you like this? You told yourself it didn't matter, that you had your own principles and choices to stick to. But deep down, something had shifted, and you couldn't quite put your finger on it.

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You and Javier had crossed paths around the office a couple of times during the following days, but neither of you made the effort to talk to each other. It was a bit awkward, but nothing that you actually mourned. You had heard that he spent at least two more nights with Kelly, until apparently, as you heard from Martha, she asked him to be more than just friends, and he said no. It wasn't a surprise; he had done that to more women at work. Everybody knew him.

On the other hand, Javier was desperate to get you out of his dreams. He told himself that he couldn't put a name to what he felt toward you, but the reality was that he just wanted to accept it. He had feelings for you, more than just wanting to be with you in bed. He wasn't in love - yet - but he did feel something. Your refusal had hit him harder than he expected. He couldn't deny that he cared more about you than he ever thought he would. But he had no idea how to approach you now.

The dimly lit room was filled with the lingering scent of passion and cigarette as Javier stood by the window, staring up at the distant lights of the city. Helena, lying on his bed, propped herself up on one elbow.

"Javi, what's been bothering you lately?," Helena asked, her voice soft and concerned.

Javier turned his head to look at her, his dark eyes meeting hers. He sighed and ran a hand through his tousled hair. "It's nothing, Helena, just work stuff," he replied, trying to dismiss her question.

Helena wasn't convinced. She had known Javier long enough to recognize when something was troubling him. "You can't fool me, Javier," she said with a knowing smile. "I can recognize a heart that's burdened."

He looked at her, his guard dropping slightly. "It's complicated," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

Helena knew better than to press him for more details. As she watched Javier's back, her feelings were a complex mix of desire, longing, and a touch of sadness. She had known for a while that Javier was not just her client; she had developed a connection beyond the physical, even though Javier didn't.

She felt a heartache, waves of jealousy running through her veins, knowing that she could never compete with the other woman in his thoughts. Helena understood the nature of their arrangement – she was a hooker, and he was a DEA agent. Their worlds were inherently different, and she had resigned herself to the fact that he would never see her as more than a source of pleasure and information. Yet, despite her own rationalizations, Helena couldn't help but yearn for something more with Javier. She had developed genuine feelings for him over time, even though she knew it was a one-sided affair.

After Helena left his apartment, the night grew darker, and Javier lay awake in his bed, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He couldn't deny the growing feelings he had for you, and he knew he needed to do something about it. The distraction had reached a point where he couldn't ignore it any longer.

So he had made a decision. Tomorrow, he was going to approach you. He would apologize for the way he talked to you the other day, ask you out for a friendly drink, and see where things could go. It was a bold move for him, someone not accustomed to such personal pursuits.

As he mentally crafted his approach, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of your bright eyes and the way your laughter rang in his ears during those brief conversations in your office. Javier was convinced that there was something special about you, something that drew him in despite his best efforts to resist.

In the morning, Javier waited impatiently during the usual meeting in the office. He couldn't concentrate even when it was his turn to talk about the recent capture of one of Escobar's hitmen. Finally, as they left the meeting room, Murphy approached him and patted his back.

''Everything okay, Javi?'' he asked. Javier tried to keep it cool and waved a hand like it was nothing.

''I couldn't sleep well,'' he simply said as both agents arrived at their workplaces.

Steve chuckled, sitting at his desk and starting to gather all his paperwork. ''You were thinking about her, weren't you?'' he dared to ask. Javier and Steve trusted each other enough to tease one another. They never crossed the line but considered themselves friends.

Peña looked at him with annoyance, but it wasn't deep.

''Shut up, Murphy,'' he groaned as he gathered his own paperwork but didn't sit at his desk.

Steve looked at him with a grin, knowing his partner well enough to guess his next move.

''Two weeks without seeing her, and now you'll use Messina's punishment again as an excuse just to see her? What changed, Javi?'' he mocked.

''I told you to shut the fuck up,'' Javi said as he turned back toward your office, and Steve laughed.

Javier tried to remember the words he had spent the night trying to formulate and memorize. He was actually nervous. But just as he reached your doorway, his heart sank. He saw you engaged in conversation with Diego, another colleague from the office. The sight of you two talking, sharing a moment he wasn't a part of, left him feeling like an outsider. You were smiling, and there was a slight blush on your cheeks.

But not as flushed as she was with me, an intrusive thought echoed in the back of his head. He quickly turned away, his plans disrupted, and retreated to his own desk. Javier couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his chance with you. The uncertainty gnawed at him, leaving him in a state of frustration and craving.

NEXT CHAPTER

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[the-whispers-of-death]

The Middle: Ghost's Shadow

The Beginning, Part 1 of The Middle, Part 2 of The Middle, Part 3 of The Middle The only warning here is that there's canon-typical violence. Also, there’s a time skip.

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It took years for Ghost to heal from Roba, but that was to be expected. That didn't stop you from being relieved when he slowly but surely regained his humor, making you chuckle and groan at the cheesy dad jokes he'd tell his fellow soldiers.

He eventually made it into a task force called Task Force 141 and he seemed to finally be thriving with them. He was letting them in, creating a new family after his old one died.

And you were still there too, always hiding in the shadows. Ghost would be up on a rooftop, using his sniper skills to shoot down enemies on missions, and he'd see you. Only he could see you, see your form shifting into whatever mortal form a dead enemy soldier would be more comfortable with as you helped guide them to their afterlives. It was a sense of comfort for him, to see past all the blood being shed and see you in the middle of it all.

Your mortal form was never constant as you moved through the falling bodies and fighting soldiers like the shadows that always encased you. If someone preferred to see a masculine form, then you looked masculine. Someone wanted to see a feminine form? You looked feminine. You even looked androgynous if a dead soul didn't have any preference.

Despite Ghost being the only one who saw you, his fellow soldiers were always quick to joke about how they could see the shadows move slightly whenever he was around. How they said amongst themselves that Ghost had a shadow following around him.

And to them it seemed plausible because when they'd find Ghost standing outside the base all alone, looking out in the distance, they could see his hand reached behind him like he was holding a hand of someone who was invisible. They'd walk past his barracks only to hear him talking softly inside and they'd expect someone to walk out with him but they could see the barracks were empty when he left.

One day you were talking about the stories they made up about Ghost, how they said Ghost could control the shadows.

You were cuddled up against his chest as you two laid in his bed, your mortal form whatever it had been when you had last taken a soul to an afterlife. Ghost was running his fingers up and down your back gently, his chin resting on top of your head.

"Well, they wouldn't be curious about my so-called oddities if you would take on a permanent mortal form when visiting me," he teased, his black balaclava and white skull mask off so you could see the way the corner of his lips turned upwards into a smirk, able to see all of his scars.

You had missed the light in his eyes during the previous years. And it was almost fully back now.

You rolled your eyes, huffing at his response. Even after so many years, he was still trying to get you to take on a permanent mortal form, join him on the mortal realm to live a mortal life.

"While I'm glad you managed to still do your job as Life while being a mortal, Ghost, I don't think it would be that simple for me," you replied, looking up at him from where your head was resting on his chest.

Ghost moved his other hand from where it was holding your hip and he ran his fingers through your hair. "Come on, you can't deny that it'd be easier for us to cuddle if you took a permanent mortal form, Death. I'm sure you could become like a medical examiner and still be able to do your duties as Death."

You sat up, making him withdraw his hands from your hair and back. "I don't know, Ghost.... I just can't see myself being completely in the mortal realm," you said, your voice soft.

"Why not? You already don't go back to our home realm much unless it's to sleep." Ghost sat up as well, your close proximity making it easy for your two power signatures to reach out to each other and intertwine like always. "Think about it, Death. I could create an adult mortal body for you so you wouldn't have to spend an entire childhood before we could meet again. Any type of mortal body, I could create it for you."

One of his hand ran up the side of your arm.

"Any gender you wanted."

Another swipe of his hand up your arm, giving you goosebumps.

"Any skin color you wanted."

His voice was closer to your ear than before, his breath tickling the back of your neck.

"Any body type you wanted."

His other hand swiped up your other arm but instead of caressing it up and down like his first hand was, it cupped your cheek. His touch was so gentle, but this form... It wasn't necessarily yours.

"You could finally have whatever form you wanted. Present yourself however you want, no longer changing yourself to be what everyone else wants you to look like. Don't you want that? To know that my hands are touching a body that's completely yours?"

And you did want that. Having no permanent form made it easier for you to change into whatever type of person a dead soul would better react to, since they were so raw from dying, but it was exhausting. Years of watching Ghost interact with everyone in the mortal realm made you yearn to be mortal too, but you had been pushing it down.

Ghost could see the answer on your face and he pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. "Your kindness beneath that gloomy, withdrawn demeanor you have is one of the reasons why I enjoy your presence, but you're too selfless. Every other being has presented themselves to each other in a way they wanted. You don't always have to be changing forms."

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. "Okay, as long as I'll be able to visit you after you create my mortal form so my spirit can settle inside it."

"We'll have to make sure that your mortal job will be something that'll allow you to come and go from the base then. Don't worry, you'll love it."

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[lace-coffin]

Ughhh i love all ur asa things they make me so happy to read!!!!(the ughhh in a /pos way)

But could you do something maybe if u want of asa headcannons where the reader cant sleep without a stuffed toy because it just comforts them to feel safer and they ask him for one over and over and refuses to sleep without one (literally me fr) and they would be violent snap back at him or ignores him till he gets them one and when they do they would become the nicest person ever and start obeying again and snuggle with it all the time AHHHH also the reader would be a house pet if u write about them being at his home instead of the hotel

sorry for the rlly bad grammer or whatever im writing this ask on phone+im trying to be specific because you said it’s easier but im not that good at being specific😭😭

(even if that’s childish to refuse to sleep without a stuffed toy i rlly relate to it so💔)

Thank u sm for the compliment omg!! Don’t worry about being specific if it’s hard for you, feel free to request in any way that makes you comfortable!

It’s not childish at all to sleep with a stuffed animal so don’t feel ashamed, I sleep with my stuffed lamb “lamby” every night and have since I was like 2, she also travels with me!

Asa Emory x gn!reader! Who needs a stuffed animal to sleep

Requests are closed (for now!)

“Please..I’ll be good”

“We’ve been over this, you’re not having her back until you can redeem yourself. End of conversation.”

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Usually you were a relatively behaved pet, well maybe Asa was more lenient on you than has other “projects” back at the hotel, but well behaved to your standards. You had the privilege of being your masters house pet and significant other, love and submission were intrinsically connected for both you and Asa.

More lenient or not, Asa would be sure to let you know when you were in trouble, and you fucked up. Bad.

You’d been in a sour mood all day, nothing particularly bad had happened to ruin your day however it was like you were itching for an argument, nit picking everything and back chatting your owner, flat out refusing orders just to be a nuisance. It all came to a head during bed time, after squirming whilst being dressed and refusing to get into bed, Asa had already lost his patience with you. Taking it out on your phone that Asa had recently gifted you was the last straw.

During your struggle you’d grabbed your phone, using it as a projectile to ward him off, not only had you missed, you’d watch it hit the mirror, smashing both the glass and screen. After a moment of shock you retreat back into the bed you were vehemently avoiding the minute prior, tail between your legs in panic.

He understood sometimes it can be a lot in this dynamic considering how it came about from less favourable circumstances but today you’ve been pushing him to breaking point. Pushing his buttons on purpose and running from the consequences.

Asa stares back at you from your place in bed, hands flexing and unflexing. He pauses, taking a deep breath and holding for a few seconds to ground himself before releasing and addressing you.

“Sweep it up” he says sternly, gesturing to the dustpan and brush stored in the corner. You grimace but comply, not wanting to make things worse. You clean silently and efficiently, returning to your bed once you finish.

“Better. Now, I don’t know what has gotten into you today and I’m more than happy to talk if you need to but we both know you’ve been deliberately disobedient and destructive. So, I’ll be taking this-“ Asa grabs your stuffed toy sat beside you “until you can learn to behave and treat your things with respect”

Your eyes widen in shock and your fingers twitch with the need to grab it back, you refrain and lace them together, instead settling to give your owner a pouty pissed off look. You knew that having your belongings taken away was an agreed consequence for bad behaviour but it didn’t mean it sucked any less.

“Don’t give me that look doll, you can have her back when you show me you can behave ok? Until then she’s safe with me.” His voice is stern but soft enough to be reassuring, you know he’s not angry at you and he only wants the best for you.

After placing your plushie into his office and locking it he joins you in your shared bed, letting you cuddle up to his side.

Unsurprisingly you ask for her back the next morning despite literally only sleeping between then and last night. Also unsurprisingly he says no. “It’s only been a few hours cricket, you need to show me how you can be good for me, I know you can be such a sweet pup if you try” you huff but agree.

After two more attempts in the span of three hours you declare war. You can’t and won’t wait. In reality you’re afraid, you know you can’t sleep without her, last night was restless and anxiety filled, you didn’t wake Asa because you didn’t want him to think you were being a baby…

Just like that you’re back to being snippy with him, rolling your eyes and talking back. Pretending not to hear him when he calls for you, making everything difficult out of pure spite. You need her back or you know tonight is going to be just as horrible as the last.

“I’m not doing shit until you give her back!!” You bite at Asa, stomping your foot for good measure. All he’d done was ask you to prepare for a bath…

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Asa relents.

“What is this all about puppy? You’ve been touchy since yesterday and somehow even worse today, I understand you aren’t happy about being punished but you’re supposed to be showing me how much you deserve her back.” He pauses for a moment, taking your hands in his and connecting eyes. The look on his face is taut but not angry, unsure of what the issue is but concerned with your distress.

“There’s more to this isn’t there pet. Tell me.”

“Can’t sleep” you mumble, eyes darting down to stare at your socked feet on the hardwood flooring.

“Speak up please”

“I can’t sleep without her! I couldn’t sleep last night and I won’t be able to sleep tonight unless I have her back! I know it sounds childish but she makes me feel safe, I-i can’t do it without her” you sniffle

Asa’s face softens, hand cupping your cheek and wiping away a stray tear. “Oh pet, thank you for telling me, I wasn’t aware confiscating her would distress you this much. I know we both agreed to this in the rules but it seems to have touched a nerve and for that I’m sorry. We’ll iron the rules out and then she will be returned to you, sound good?”

You sniffle and nod, leaning into the warm touch of your masters palm.

“I still expect you to take your punishment but we will discuss it later and make sure we’re both comfortable with it” he tacks onto the end.

Sure enough you update your contract and your fluffy friend is returned to you with another hushed apology from Asa and even one to your plushy, making you giggle.

The day finally feels normal again, tears are dried and you’re back to obeying and being your cuddly usual self, practically hanging off your master as he works or cooks, nuzzling into his neck contently. Mistakes are bound to happen but you always figure it out in the end, only wanting the best for eachother, there’s no one you would rather make mistakes with than Asa.

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[haruharuz]

Self Therapy; A Note

I've been pondering about this concept for quite a while now. Therapy itself is a wonderful tool to pick your broken pieces up and gently glue them back together- as if they were never broken at all.

However, not everyone has the resources to truly indulge in such tools. So I mulled over the idea of doing therapy almost at home. While it won't be as effective, as far as my personal experience goes, therapists typically give out homework to their patients.

I want to make it clear that because you're doing this kind of thing at home, it is vital to remain cautious. This is not medical advice, just something to consider.

If you do not have the resources to go to therapy, doing a self therapy session every single week could be beneficial, I think. I'm making a little guide on how exactly I personally am choosing to do this.

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Step One: Choose An App

There are many many free apps specifically geared towards mental health. I've used a few, one of which being "WYSA" which I personally enjoyed. Pick one you think would suit you!

I enjoy these apps primarily because they typically have some free form of help. Like breathing exercises, meditation, etc! You can skip this step if you don't feel comfortable.

Step Two: Find Resources Online

You can easily find a lot of free resources online by looking up "therapy worksheet" "anxiety worksheet" "depression worksheet" etc.

Find a couple that you think would suit you to work on for the first week. The more you find, I recommend stockpiling them into a folder! This way, every new session you can either pre-plan said worksheets or grab a couple quickly.

I also highly recommend looking for journal prompts! Especially shadow work journal prompts that help you release certain emotions. You can do this with pen and a notebook or you can use a laptop/tablet for this! If you don't feel secure, password protect documents or hide your journal in a very safe place.

Step Three: Plan your first Session

Identify what you would like to address/work on during the session. Write it down.

Find the worksheets and exercises you want to do, plan them out. It's easier to go ahead and print/write/type them now and put them in a folder with a clear name. (e.g. ST.session1)

Find a day in the week when you know you will have at least one hour of free time. During this one hour of free time, you will be taking the time to do all of your things ! You can do this before bed, in the middle of the day. Just choose a time you think would be best.

I recommend setting a small goal every 1-2 sessions. Remember, goals should be reasonable, attainable, and measurable. Little steps. (For instance, if you struggle with severe social anxiety like I did, you can make a goal "order a coffee one time", but there's many ways to do this)

You can add more to this if you want! Please remember, you can add a face mask and reading a nice book, or other coping skills/self care to this if you think it might help. I recommend choosing things based off on how much time you have and how effective they are at helping you cope. You can also add them all separately to a "self care" day weekly. Up to you.

Example Setup

I'm sharing my personal set-up and plan with you! Some people need visuals <3

This is my folder set up:

as you can see, I have three folders inside a "self therapy" folder!

inside the "journaling" folder, I have three documents that align with the session outline (pictured next) that is in its respective folder. The first one has a journal prompt, the second two are completely blank and only named. They're just sitting there, waiting and ready!

This is my session outline. It includes what issues I'll be addressing and what exercises I'll be doing. Also, the next goal I'd like to work towards. This includes how I plan to do so. I also put a clear DAY and TIME for this session.

This is the worksheet I'll be doing:

And that's all! I'll be following this tomorrow and drinking some chocolate milk and relaxing :3 not too shabby, huh! Don't forget, if you are ever thinking about hurting yourself: call a hotline.

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— : [nsfw ] toxic, unprotected sex, light angst, pregnancy kink, + possessive behaviour

— : wc : 1.3k

your relationship or lack thereof, with dabi has always been non-conventional. you don’t go on dates like a normal couple would and you only ever see him at night, when he’s done with whatever shady shit he does during the day.

you’ve blocked him 6 times in 2 days and there have been worse days. you’re not even sure why you keep going back to him but you do and your friends are tired of the way you complain about him.

you glare at your phone when you see his name flashing. your phone has been on silent all day and you’re too scared to check his texts because you’d give in and you wanted to be done with him.

he wasn’t good for you but every time you’d try to move on, you’d find yourself back in his bed or him in yours and the cycle never ended.

you’re not even surprised when you near the sound is car outside your house. he’s always loud when he enters your neighbourhood and you know it’s because your neighbours don’t approve of him.

you roll your eyes and walk into your kitchen to get a drink, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach as you hear the sound of your spare keys. you want to be mad at giving him the keys but you can’t be.

no matter how much you tried to deny it, you were already deep in love with him and even if you did move far away, he’d find you.

he shrugs out his heavy leather jacket and takes his shoes off, his eyes trained on you as you walk through your kitchen and into the living room. he can tell you’re angry and he’s trying not to raise his voice. he’s been working on his inside voice, some shit his therapist suggested.

“hi baby” he says, lifting your legs up to sit next to you.

“why are you here?” you sigh, scrolling through your phone. it was easier than looking at him.

“i called and texted you but you weren’t answering me” he narrows his eyes, “your phone seems to be working just fine”

“yes touya, i didn’t want to see you” you say, “i just needed space”

“it’s been 3 days” he scoffs, “i tried being patient but i don’t think i can handle you ignoring me like this”

he takes your phone out your hand and tosses it onto the couch on the other side, further away from you.

you finally acknowledge him properly, glaring as he smirks at you. he’s so infuriatingly handsome and it pisses you off how easily you give in to him.

“i missed you baby” he takes your hands in his, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles before kissing your hands.

“i didn’t miss you” you lie and he grins, kissing your wrist

“i know” he smiles, seeing right through you, “have you been drinking sweetheart?”

you nod. you were a little tipsy but you weren’t drunk and certainly not drunk enough to use that as an excuse for letting him hold you or be with you.

he chuckles and reaches for your drink, downing the rest of your wine. he never really liked the sweet shit but he knew it was your favourite.

“do you want me to leave?” he asks and you frown, eyes narrowing at him because he knows you won’t kick him out.

“touya, can you just.. make me forget” you say, taking his hand in yours and placing it on your upper thigh, “i just don’t wanna think right now”

you knew you’d have to talk eventually. the arguments and fights needed to come to an end if you two wanted to be together and dabi knew he wouldn’t want to be with anyone that wasn’t you.

“of course baby, whatever you need” he says, leaning in to kiss you.

you could taste wine and the cherry flavoured chapstick he always wore. you closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck and you deepened the kiss.

like this, with his kisses consuming you, it was easy to focus on just that and nothing else. you wanted to forget the reason you had a fight and the reasons you wanted to break up with him.

“you’re mine” he pants, pressing your foreheads together, “i’m not leaving you”

“touya please” you whine, gasping when he slips his hand further up your thigh, underneath the dress you were wearing.

“that desperate huh?” he grins, “that’s okay sweetheart, i need you just as much”

you find yourself looking up at the ceiling as you pushes you onto your back. his kisses have always been soft but aggressive and you could never fully understand the way he was able to make you feel just from this.

“lift your hips” he whispers and you waste no time getting rid of your panties.

he removes his own sweatpants and boxers, leaving him in his black vest and chains. he didn’t bother removing your skirt, flipping it up and slipping his middle finger into your pussy.

you gasp softly, legs spreading as wide as it can go on your couch, silently begging him for more.

“just.. put it in” you frown, grabbing his shoulders as he curls his finger

“you’ll bitch about me hurting you” he grins but he’s already rubbing his dick through your wet folds. he groans at the feeling.

he thinks about how beautiful you’d look, full of his cum. what you’d look like pregnant so everyone would know were his. your friends would have to accept that he was never going to leave no matter what they said.

he bites back a moan of his own just to hear you cry out for him as he pushes into you. you’re so warm inside and your walls hug him tightly, welcoming him home like he’s always belonged inside you.

“hurts” you whine, wrapping your leg around his waist. despite the pain from the stretch, it feels so good that you don’t want him to stop. you drag him closer, causing his cock to press against your cervix.

“fuck” he grunts, gripping your waist hard. he loves being inside you, being this close to you. he could never let you go even if he had to kill just to keep you to himself.

“faster” you moan, pushing down onto his dick as he picks up his pace. he’s so deep inside you and you can barely focus on anything besides how full you are but you need it. you need him.

he pushes your thighs further towards your chest and leans in to kiss you. somehow, the kisses feel more intimate than him being balls deep inside you.

“do you love me baby?” he asks, lightly kissing your cheek and your lips, “hm?”

“touya stop” you whine, squeezing your eyes shut at the feeling of him being so deep and so close to you. you don’t want to push him away, you actually want him closer but you can’t admit it. you don’t want him to know.

it seems like he does when he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours even when yours aren’t able to stay open the whole time.

“tell me” he urges, slowing his pace down a lot. you feel the drag of his cock and the way your pussy clenches around him.

“yes!” you cry out, tears of frustration well up in your pretty eyes and he coos, reaching up to wipe your eyes

“aw don’t cry baby” he grins, “you know i love you more than anything, don’t you?”

you nod and he smiles, picking up his pace and reaching between your bodies to press against your clit. he’s so good with his fingers and the way he knows your body almost better than you do.

“that’s it pretty girl, cum all over me” he whispers, “let me feel how good i make you feel”

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[narcissosbythepool]

How about some Rosie AU?

Kyle and John are back from the hospital with baby Rosie and trying to readjust to a life with a newborn. A night time feeding turns into an opportunity to reminisce and dance.

Tags: implied trans pregnancy, tooth-rotting fluff, slow dancing, newborn baby things. Continues under the cut.

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In the past two weeks Kyle has become so good at warming up the baby bottle that he should list it on his CV at this point. Apply for a promotion. He can see the title, Captain Baby Formula. The Milk General. He’d finally outrank John.

Rosie huffs quietly as she drinks, eyes drooping a little as she greedily chugs down the formula. Kyle has found that she fusses less when he walks around a little, and tonight their nightly wanderings have found them in the kitchen. The microwave clock shows 3:14 in the morning. This used to be the worst night watch during missions… Something in the hours between 3 and 5 in the morning killed the soul. It was impossible to sleep after the watch was over, and if you woke up after 2, it was pointless to try and go back to sleep – you’d just have to gather yourself and turn into a person who could keep watch for two hours and still be trusted with a firearm.

Kyle doesn’t know if this is any easier. At least he’s not expected to snipe enemies at this hour, but he’s instead trying to feed a newborn and that feels somehow equally, if not more, daunting.

He barely notices when John passes them on his way to the loo, they just nod at each other like colleagues, and Kyle doesn’t question why he’s awake. Both of their sleep schedules have been fucked beyond recognition – at some point they’d dreamed of doing this in shifts, so that one of them could catch some shut-eye in-between feedings. That dream was immediately shattered as they came home with the baby, because Rosie does not really give a shit about their set schedules and both John and Kyle are light sleepers from years of missions out in the field… but it is also nice to have someone awake with you, Kyle has found.

It reminds him of the times they’d keep night watch during missions. Before they’d stumbled into bed with each other, before secret kisses out of sight, they’d often sat together watching the sun rise and fall. Sharing a smoke, exchanging stories from their times in training and service, Kyle remembers those moments when he would sneak glances at John, watch his face in the changing light; how the burning feeling inside him yearned to reach out and touch, to follow the frown wrinkling his brow with his fingertips, to muss his hair once the bloody hat came off. He started carrying a lighter with him soon enough, just to have the excuse to keep those moments going. He’d watch John in the glow of the struggling flame as he lit his cigar. At some point, John started looking back and Kyle would concentrate on the glowing embers of the cigar instead, feeling like he was aflame as well.

Rosie coughs a little and Kyle is brought back to the moment in a snap. She doesn’t even cry, just attacks the bottle again with new fervour and Kyle sighs in relief. He really doesn’t have the energy to deal with her crying right now. Rosie merely sighs like she’s been working a tough 9 to 5 at the office – though Kyle guesses that growing is a hard job in itself. He squeezes her a little closer in his arms and she gives him a confused side-eye.

God, he loves her.

Rosie doesn’t react to the sound of the toilet flushing or the sink running as John washes his hands. Kyle listens as John carefully opens the door, doing his best not to make too much noise. To his surprise, John doesn’t immediately beeline back to bed to try and sleep a bit more before Rosie wakes them again but instead joins them. He plasters himself against Kyle’s back and hums some form of greeting which had ceased to be English about two feedings ago.

“Hi,” Kyle whispers and smiles when John’s hands find their way to his hips, the touch light but needy nonetheless.

“Mmh,” John murmurs back, the low bass of his voice resonating in Kyle’s chest. He presses a dry kiss against the nape of Kyle’s neck, and then hooks his chin over Kyle’s shoulder to look at Rosie. “Alright?”

“All clear. She’s being very good.”

“Takes after her father, I see.”

“And who is that a compliment to, hm?”

Kyle feels rather than hears John’s quiet chuckle andresists squirming when John’s cold nose nuzzles against his skin. He can’t help his smile breaking into a giddy sort of grin when John kisses his neck again, then another spot as if it’s imperative, and then Rosie makes a noise that captures their attention again.

“No distractions at mealtime,” Kyle chastises him with a whisper.

“I was being bad,” John admits, sounding sufficiently pathetic and apologetic as he addresses her, “but sweetheart, you must understand… when someone looks this lovely, it’s hard to resist.”

Rosie, their new overlord and ruler of attention, squints at them as she drinks, and Kyle has to bite his lip not to let the laugh bubbling in his chest out.

“She looks quite put off… You might need another strategy to be forgiven,” he says softly. John is so warm against his back, he can’t help but lean into him and enjoy the closeness. John’s chest against his back is steady, rising and falling with his calm breaths, and in that moment, cuddled against John and with their daughter in his arms, Kyle feels such a strong flash of contentment that it surprises him a little.

It’s a terrifying thing, to be this happy. It’s like his luck could run out at any moment, and at the same time, he finds immense comfort in the fact that this will be the rest of their lives – perhaps not the night feedings, but John right here, to share this terrifying, exciting new life. Their sweet little Rosie in his arms, so trusting and small; it feels so right that he doesn’t know what to do with himself, other than bask in the love that consumes his entire being right now.

Or maybe it’s just 3 AM fucking with his head. He’ll probably feel less loving and grateful when he has to wake up again. But for now, he’s going to enjoy this.

“How about a little dance?” John asks and Kyle hums, considering it. As if on instinct, he begins swaying side to side.

“It can be arranged,” he states. Rosie sighs in his hold again and Kyle tilts the bottle a bit. Not much left. Kyle’s prediction of getting her to fall asleep quickly looks more and more promising. He smiles down at her. The corners of her lips twitch. It probably means she’s starting to feel gassy, but Kyle’s heart still leaps in his chest at the sight.

“Look,” he whispers conspiratorially, “she thinks it’s a good idea.”

John’s hands are steady on his hips and guide Kyle to an easy rhythm of swaying back and forth. They somehow press even closer and John’s arms rise to wrap around Kyle’s as if they’re holding Rosie in tandem, including her in their silly dance. He’s mindful of Kyle’s surgical wound, careful not to pull on the stitches, and truly, truly Kyle could spend the rest of his life like this.

They sway to imaginary music, standing in place. Rosie offers no protests, just blinks at them with her huge brown eyes and wonders at the world and it kills Kyle a little inside to know that soon enough she’ll stop being this tiny, stop needing them as much as she does now. But right now, she’s small and trusts with her whole heart, and—

Has finished her bottle.

“Oh,” Kyle chuckles, “and she’s done.”

“The meal dance helped,” John replies and Kyle nods sagely.

“Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Well, don’t make me feel too useful,” John mumbles and Kyle lets out a noise that might be laughter. At this hour he’s not certain himself.

He switches Rosie to his shoulder (they both say “scrunch” out loud as she does the newborn scrunch, curling up her arms and legs towards her body like a little frog) for burping, and turns around in John’s arms.

“Good evening,” John says and Kyle bites his lip, trying in vain to stifle the smile.

“It’s night,” he argues, patting and rubbing Rosie’s back gently. He keeps swaying, as he can’t walk around with her now, and John matches him as always, his hands warm and possessive on Kyle’s lower back.

“It’s the worst watch,” John retorts back and Kyle must be hysterical because the smile breaks free again either way. It’s like he’s being flirted with and he feels flustered.

“Well, Cap, what will you do without the 3 am cigar?” he flirts back, and isn’t it funny how he can still be so freshly smitten with the man who is the father of his child. Rosie makes a faint, unamused noise, and Kyle keeps rubbing her back. She’ll be ready soon.

John rolls his eyes. “That was an excuse. Don’t need to tempt you for a smoke anymore. I can just have you here.”

“You knew, and let me buy a lighter for you.”

“I liked knowing it was for me,” John says quietly. “Don’t need to keep you at arm’s length anymore.”

Kyle chuckles. “Clearly not,” he says, hoisting Rosie a little and they snort as she finally lets out a satisfied burp, those pesky air bubbles now successfully ejected into the atmosphere. “Do you want to see if she’s going to be this agreeable going back to sleep?”

He readjusts Rosie again, bringing her back to a cradle in his arms, and is once again struck by how tiny she is. She’s basically just the size of his hands. How can anything be this cute?

John seems to be on the same wavelength, looking down at their little girl with a smitten expression. He swipes her cheek gently with his fingers and she seems to lean into his touch, like a little flower reaching towards the sun, and when John looks back up at Kyle, he looks like he’s ready to melt on the spot.

“What wouldn’t I do for you two?”

While it’s sweet, it’s in Kyle’s nature to tease.

“Buy your own lighter, apparently.”

John bites back a smile and scrunches his nose in mock distaste. It’s devastatingly adorable.

Rosie’s beginning to blink slower, her eyelids heavy, and it’s time for this cute moment to be over, as much as Kyle mourns it.

“Time to put her back to sleep,” he sighs. John’s thumb rubs over his spine slowly, and he looks like he’s mulling over something.

“Can I?”

Kyle raises his brows. “Do you really want to?”

“I’d like to hold her for a bit,” John says and his smile turns a little melancholic at the edges. “I won’t have many chances soon.”

Well, there’s something they have avoided addressing, and Kyle certainly isn’t going to fight him here. More sleep? He’ll welcome it any time.

“Alright,” he agrees and then gently, carefully transfers Rosie to John’s arms, where she settles with minimal squirming – poor girl all tuckered out from her feeding. John’s attention is completely focused on her, allured by Rosie’s sleepy charm, his eyes soft as he just stares at her like he’s mesmerised.

“See you at the next watch,” Kyle quips and leans in to kiss John’s cheek. John just hums, and Kyle puts away the bottle and the formula while John takes Rosie to their bedroom. Kyle soon follows suit and climbs gratefully into their bed, tempted to just burrow under the covers – but he resists sleep, watching John walk around as he prepares Rosie’s bassinet so he can set her in once she finally falls asleep.

Kyle should just close his eyes and let the tiredness take over. Exhaustion pulls his eyelids closed and his body feels so heavy. God, he wants to sleep, knowing he’ll have to wake up in a couple hours to feed Rosie again.

But he wants to watch this. He wants to witness John murmur softly to their daughter, humming a little tune under his breath, wants to see how Rosie, despite fighting sleep herself, keeps looking up at her Da like she wants to stay awake for him too.

The night watch used to be their thing, something Kyle would look forward to with each mission, as crazy as it was. Soap used to make fun of him for it, but it really was a special time, staying up with John. Being close, building a relationship, catching his eye, and leaving him breathless with anticipation as the tension grew. Falling in love was such a gradual, devastating thing, something he knew to expect but was caught by surprise nonetheless – and in the quiet hours of the night the feeling grew and took root, so strong he couldn’t tear himself away, too close to thrash away without damage.

And now he’s here, with a child and a new kind of night watch, a new kind of responsibility and a new kind of fondness flickering into life from the embers of what was already there, nurtured and cared for.

He pulls the covers over himself and closes his eyes.

Captain Baby Formula signing off.

End.

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[office-to-fantasy]

[A part 3 that I don’t remember if people asked for? However, I wrote it anyway! I hope you all enjoy!]

Part 1 Part 2

Shu Sakamaki x Fem!Reader

The pain shot through your body once again, Shu’s arm reaching out to hold you up. It had only been a few weeks since you became pregnant. Shu still stood by your side, every day working to earn your forgiveness despite him even believing he didn’t deserve it.

You held your much bigger belly gently, wincing through the pain and gripping Shu’s strong arm. He looked at you with a concerned look, hardly feeling your squeeze on his arm, focusing mainly on keeping you up on your feet.

“Do you want to sit down?” he asked, gently taking a hold of your other arm.

You shook your head, determined to keep moving forward despite the pain.

Shu frowned. “You don’t need to be forcing yourself like this. You can rest,” he said firmly.

Your mood swung faster than you could think and you glared at him. “I’m tired of sitting around, so how about instead of continually lecturing me, you help me!”

Shu’s expression didn’t change. “Stubborn woman.”

“I’m pregnant!” you defended. You yanked your eyes away from him with a pout. “Sorry,” you grumbled.

His expression softened and he held your hand gently. “Still in pain?” he asked.

The pain had slowly faded during your small outburst, and you shook your head.

Shu nodded and only held your hand, continuing to walk with you down the corridor. He had become so good at understanding your mood changes and the pain you were in. You hated to admit it, but he was being as perfect as you’d ever imagine for him to be.

The baby was growing at a rate that no one could understand. Your body had slowly been getting weaker with each passing day. The fatigue was becoming too much sometimes and being able to be held up by Shu was something you couldn’t live without. He was making the pregnancy so much easier to get through.

It was difficult at times — knowing you hadn’t, or more likely couldn’t, forgive him for what he’d done — while falling more in love with the way he’d been acting throughout it all.

Shu was tender with you, letting you use him as a body pillow while you slept in the most odd positions. He’d play with your hair to lull you into sleep when you couldn’t do it yourself. At times, you’d wake up and his head would be on your chest, a hand placed against your pregnant belly.

Perhaps the thing you couldn’t resist the most was how easy it was to love him when he’d listen to your heartbeat. While you slipped slowly to sleep, his fingers would softly tap your palm, one matching your heartbeat, and the other matching the baby’s.

It was so easy to love him… so easy to forget what he’d done to you. So easy to remember again, and the sight you’d seen when you walked past those doors. Your heart broke all over again just thinking about it.

Why did he have to do what he did…?

You daydreamed about it, about how your lives would have been if he’d never done what he did. Perhaps you’d be able to kiss and love him without restraint, and he’d do the same for you. He’d kiss you to help you forget the pain…

But that wasn’t the case anymore.

Shu had noticed the far off look you’d have when bedtime came near. A ghost of a smile would always appear on your lips when you had that look. Your heartbeat was at its calmest when you’d suddenly space out like that, and the baby was easily more relaxed.

He was so eager to know what you’d been thinking about.

Shu shut the bedroom door behind you and then gently led you to the bed. He didn’t move for a moment, thinking more rationally about how he’d ask you what that look in your eyes was. He pulled up the chair at the bedside to face you before sitting down, his eyes holding yours.

You couldn’t help the small skip your heart made when he looked at you. Your eyes focused on his beautiful blue ones before only cracking the smallest of a smile. “Thank you.”

His brows seemed to pull in more, thoughtful as he sat up straighter in his seat. “I noticed you spacing out a lot,” he began. “Why?”

Your cheeks flushed slightly, and suddenly you weren’t fully sure of how you should act at that moment. Telling him the truth was never something you ever thought of doing in that instance, and yet, he’d noticed and was now asking you to tell him.

He watched you intently.

“No reason,” you said simply, moving further back on the bed to get more comfortable.

His eyes didn’t move from yours as they looked away. He knew better than to take that as an answer, if any. He continued, “You get this far away look at times. What is it?” he asked, a bit more demanding than before.

You frowned, thinking of whether you should or shouldn’t tell him. Throughout your entire time together, never once did you ever feel a need to lie to him about anything. Whether it was about your thoughts, feelings, or anything at all, lying to him was not something that came easy. Being truthful and honest with him was what came so easily to you for him, so your lies practically meant nothing.

But you could always refuse.

“I don’t need to tell you anything,” you defended.

His brows pulled in, upset by your refusal to say it. “You’re the one who taught me about communication, and how important it is.” He looked down, remembering how it was such a huge milestone when you’d both perfected the art. “Why is it different now?”

Your heartstrings felt like they’d been pulled, and you too remembered. The day he’d expressed his true feelings about something to communicate with you was like a breath of fresh air. And to simply disregard all that progress felt… wrong.

You shifted in your seat and then turned to him again. “I think about how things could’ve been,” you said, your voice in a wavering whisper. “I think about how things would’ve gone if you hadn’t done what you did… and I…” you stopped yourself, milliseconds away from expressing your true feelings about all of this.

“You miss how things were,” he spoke lowly, a pained expression on his face as he finished your sentence. He’d become so good at that, at being able to read your words and expressions like a book.

He knew your spacings were about you two, and he tried to deny it was something that closely related to his mistake.

But it wasn’t a mistake. It was one decision after the other despite the lack of thought behind them.

You couldn’t see it as a mistake, even now.

He suddenly appeared in front of you, his face inches from yours and your eyes locked. His cold hand cupped your cheek so gently that it could easily be your imagination. He spoke his next words so gently that it felt like a caress to your ears, and it made your eyes grow wide. The dedication and love in his voice had your heart racing, but your mind tried fighting it…

“I will do anything to regain your trust, even if I die trying.” His hand softly touched your grown belly. “I will love you both eternally.”

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[arteastica]

early in the morning, especially when it rains, and a little before noon. (6)

erwin x fem!reader

chapters: (1) | (2) | (3) | (4) | (5) | (7) | (8) | (9) | (10) | (11) | (12) | (13) | (14) | (15) | (16) | (17) | (18) | (19) | (20) | (21) | (22) | (23) | (24) | (25) | (26)

summary: I basically took Isayama’s work, forced it into a romance story, and made Erwin the love interest. Commander meets cadet and they fall in love (not instantly though)

notes: very berry canonverse (but some events were modified to fit my narrative), wasn’t intended to be this long, but it all is in the details right?

content warnings: smut where it fits (or where I make it fit. Also, reader is NOT underage, so likewise, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, please.) slow burn (I really mean it. I’m not olympic diving into any form of smut for the first chapters.) no angst. I dislike angst. I would never. I could never. (Although angst can be somewhat subjective so take it with a grain of salt?)

wc: 2.3k

Hindsight always makes it simple to distinguish between what should’ve been done and what shouldn’t. But nobody is able to predict the end result. Not even someone like Erwin Smith. You thought as you poured boiling water into a porcelain cup. The lives of hundreds of his soldiers or the lives of thousands within the walls. The commander had made his choice.

He had, but you were sure it didn’t make it any easier. After all, he had led hundreds of his men to their deaths. Not only in last week’s expedition, but also in the ones that came before, and the ones that were yet to come. It was, most certainly, something one never got used to.

You walked the empty halls. The sound of porcelain on metal, the only disturbance in the quiet castle at that time of the night. It was way past working hours, and despite the absolute stillness, you were certain nobody was asleep. Everyone who made it back, really didn’t come back. At least not as the person they were before. It was as if an unretrievable part of themselves was still out there, beyond the walls, waiting to be collected.

And you were no different. But you were trying to learn to live without it. During the day, you tried to keep busy with work, and at night, you tried to do the same by writing, but every time you sat down, nothing came out. It was like trying to turn on a very tight faucet, frustrating and exhausting. So you usually ended up tossing and turning in bed until your eyelids got heavy enough. But on some nights, not even that seemed to work. And this was one of those.

You glanced behind your back before going up the stairs, and found the comfort you were looking for when you were able to confirm that the only one following you was your shadow.

Who was inside the female titan? Whoever that was, they managed to escape. Not only that, but someone who’s working with such person is among us.

You picked up the pace and turned around a corner, most of your tensions dissipating when you saw light seeping through the gaps of the door.

He suspects that. The commander had a reason not to trust anyone. He knows that someone in the Survey Corps can’t be trusted. That’s the reason why only the survivors from 5 years ago were informed of the plan. He must have assumed the enemy infiltrated when the wall fell back then.

You used your right shoulder to push the door open. And just like you had predicted, you found him at his desk, working under the candle light. He didn’t even notice you were there.

Besides the dark circles under his eyes and the two-day-old stubble now covering his jaw, there was something different in him. But it wasn’t new, something told you it had always been there. But you were noticing it just now.

Before the expedition, you only knew the caring leader, the one who encouraged his subordinates to share their ideas, reassured them when they made a mistake, or smiled when they brought him tea. After the expedition, you met the other. The one who ordered them to stay behind and fight, to give up on their dreams and dedicate their hearts. The calculating leader who decides what lives are sacrificed and which ones are preserved.

You stood still for a moment, watching him. Even though his right hand seemed busy, his eyes didn’t. They were unfocused and seemed to be lost some place far away, probably beyond the walls.

It must have taken him so much to become the leader that he is. So many others trying to become an inch of the man that he is, yet no one doing what he does. Not a single one of those silver spoon leaders from Mitras, not a single one of them willing or capable to make the decision he had.

They weren’t like him. They ordered around from the safety of their castles. But they weren’t there to face the consequences when they came knocking at their door. But Erwin Smith, he never expected more of his soldiers than he gave of himself. And he expected the world from his soldiers. He took so much from them but what he gave in return was hard to put into words.

So no, they weren’t like him. They weren’t capable of going through the things he and his people had. And you were one of his people now. After all, it was thanks to him that you were there now, placing a tray on the corner of his desk.

The sound made him look up and when he saw you, he tried to hold a smile, but it was so weak it expired pretty soon. And in that exact moment a hornet must have come flying in and stung you right in the center of your chest.

“You didn’t have to. You should be getting some rest.”

“My wounds have already healed.” You smiled softly. His eyes were vacant, and his usually impeccable bolo tie, loosely done. And you resisted the urge to ask him how much sleep he had been getting lately, if any at all. “Commander, I’ll take care of that tomorrow.” You pointed at the expedition reports in his hands “I’ll finish them and send them to the capital by noon.”

“It’s okay. This is somewhat of a routine for me after expeditions. It helps you notice things you didn’t before.”

It had been unsettling enough for you to record the casualties and write letters to the relatives of the deceased. Writing about the injured had been even more disturbing, maybe because you knew that they would be left to deal with the permanent scars for the rest of their lives, both emotionally and physically. If the gruesome details of their condition still haunted you, you couldn’t imagine what it must be doing to those soldiers, or to the man who was in charge of them. You were certain that for him, those reports were downright traumatizing.

“Resting also helps. This will help you sleep better.” You promised before placing a warm cup beside his papers.

“Thank you.” He said, bringing it to his lips “It’s wonderful.” He took another sip, and a slight smile formed on your lips. If only that could help him close his eyes and escape this nightmare of a world for a moment. Even if it was just until the morning. “I’ll just work a little more.”

You nodded, feeling a little defeated. “If there is anything I can help you with, please let me know.”

“It’s okay. You may go.” He attempted another smile before turning his attention back to the papers.

You started heading for the door, but the sting in your chest kept hurting. Hurting, burning and begging you to tell him.

To tell him that you understood why he did what he did.

“Commander, back then-”

And that you were aware of the crushing burden he was carrying as a result.

“you did everything you could.”

And how much it meant for you, what he did for you.

“You are the reason I-”

You remembered how it had felt to be held by him. The warmth of his embrace and the comfort of his body. And something about that memory made your heart fall out of rhythm.

“What I mean is, you made your decision and regardless of whatever happened, Eren is still here today. We didn’t lose him. I could tell you were prepared to abandon everything.”

“Yes. But so was the enemy.” He said, his stare getting lost somewhere in the opposite side of the room.

-

In the days that followed, the dining hall slowly started to recover its characteristic liveliness, although the disharmonious and usually ale-induced singing wasn’t back yet; people had started conversing and laughing in the corridors again; and the hallways had stopped looking so empty and eerie at night, something you were particularly grateful about.

The tossing and turning had also become less and less frequent, and you had been able to get back into writing. Not only diary entries, but also letters home. Your mom wanted to know if there was any chance she would get to see you before the winter holidays, and Hitch, if there were any attractive men in the Scouts. Of course her exact wording had been a little different: Well-proportioned, beddable gentleman who is both an eye-candy and a sex-god.

The commander and his eyes had begun to recover their expressiveness, every passing day he was able to hold his smile for a little longer, his light stubble was now gone, and so were the dark circles under his eyes, although it had taken them a full two weeks to disappear completely. You knew this because you had been counting. Not in the literal sense, but mentions of him during your late night writing sessions had become more and more frequent. Until one day, you had no choice but to acknowledge a certain tendency you had developed.

A tendency to look in his direction at every opportunity you got. And by opportunity, you meant every time you could steal a glance without him noticing. And you were aware that without context, that would even sound inappropriate. But it was not. ‘There are reasons.’ You had told your diary.

There was a reason you had started bringing him dinner every time you found his seat at the dining hall empty. There was a reason you had started adding honey and a lemon slice to his tea when brewing it, and placing warm butter biscuits on the side. There was a reason you had started bringing up your weird obsession with Stohess figs every time his expression seemed to get a little too vacant for your liking. And, of course, there was also a reason you had started coming up with pretexts to stay in his office way after your shift ended.

Before, you looked at him to confirm you were doing your job properly, now you just wanted to confirm he was doing okay. And did it all risk looking a little more personal than work-related? In all honesty, maybe it did. Because it actually was personal. After all, he was a person, not only your boss. And it was thanks to that person that you were still alive.

“The government officials are waiting for you in the meeting room, sir.” You informed him that morning.

“Okay. Better not make them wait any longer if we are hoping to secure those funds.” He grabbed some papers along with his black notebook and headed for the door. But when you saw it, you shook your head lightly. There was something he still seemed to be struggling with after the expedition.

“Commander” You called out just as he was about to open the door.

“Yes?”

“Your tie.” He blinked at you, his eyes clearly asking you to elaborate further. “It’s just- your- let me.” It was when you saw your fingers fiddling with the green oval in the collar of his shirt that you realized how compromising of a position you had put yourself in. And you also realized how much you liked his perfume. You liked it a lot actually.

“It was a little tilted to the side.” You explained, your eyes now looking up to find his.

“Thank you.” He said softly while staring back into your eyes, and you wondered if his voice had always sounded that deep.

You wished you had an explanation as to why you didn’t step away once you were done fixing his tie, or a justification for your sudden inability to look away.

“I’ve been wanting to-” When you started talking, his eyes drifted to your lips for a brief second, and suddenly it became too hard to express your thoughts. “I’ve been wanting to tell you-”

Shameful. Both, the way you suddenly forgot how to speak and the way your heart started racing.

“Yes?” You would have found his patience encouraging if he hadn’t spoken in such a low, husky voice, if his eyes weren’t all those colors, and if he didn’t smell that good.

“Thank you” Sometime in between all the things happening inside your head, your voice had turned into a whisper, “for helping me” and apparently, you had lost your ability to string words together “back then.”

“I told you I wasn’t losing my assistant to a titan.” He said, the corners of his mouth slightly curving upwards. And you wished his lips weren’t so distracting. And that they weren’t that close. You realized you had never seen them from such proximity.

“Commander, we shouldn’t…” Your chest rose and fell in clumsy attempts to manage what little air was available in the room, oxygen all of a sudden becoming the most precious resource in the world. “…We shouldn’t make them wait.”

“We shouldn’t, indeed.” He said, eyes still boring into yours. “That would be inappropriate.”

“Very inappropriate.” You managed to say before forcing yourself to look away and head for the door, mostly because you desperately needed to breathe, and not so much because you cared about the men in the other room.

-

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[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Before

2012

Part 21

3 Weeks Earlier

“I miss you” I say into the phone as I walk into the studio

“I miss you too. I’ll see you soon though” Alex replies

“I know” I sigh “how’s collage going?” I ask sitting down on the sofa

“It’s alright. I honestly have no clue what I want to do though once I leave”

“You could always come be a roadie” I joke making Alex laugh

“Don’t tempt me. How’s the song writing going?”

“It’s not. We have to write boyband love songs”

“But your not a boyband?” Alex sounds confused over the phone

“Oh I know, but we have an image for teenage girls and a few teen boys. Some times I regret my decision. If I knew it would be like this then…”

“Hey don’t think like that. Have you spoken to the others?”

“Not yet. I will, but they just seem to be having the time of their lives”

“What’s your contract say?”

“We have to release songs to SYCO for at least another 3 years”

“You can do this. I believe in you”

“Mornin’” Harry shouts walking into the studio

“I’ll let you go. I’ll see you soon ok?”

“Yeah”

“I love you”

“I love you too” I put the phone down and give Harry a small smile “hey. Where’s the others?”

“Gone to get snacks. You know I’m here for you, we all are”

“How much of that did you hear?”

“A fair bit. I wasn’t ease dropping on your conversation, but I just didn’t want to interrupt, sorry”

“No it’s ok”

“From now on you talk about issues that your dealing with ok? Your not going through this alone ok?”

“Thanks H. Why don’t we start writing while we wait for the others” I suggest getting a pen and note pad out of my bag.

1 Week Earlier

“What’s up Uncasvill!” Niall yells into his microphone and the fans all scream back “now we have a little secret. YN care to tell everyone”

“Do they deserve to know the secret? What do you think guys shall we tell you?” I ask then point my microphone to the crowed who all yell once again “ok ok” I hold my free hand in the air “shhhh ok. We may be working on album number 2” this causes everyone to scream again with excitement

“m’not sure tha’ they’re tha’excited YN”

“No me either Harry” I say shaking my head “let’s try this again shall we? Who’s excited!” I ask yelling causing everyone to scream “ok now with that announcement out of the way the next song were going to sing is Up All Night”

During the song Harry jumps on Louis back making them fall on to the floor which causes me to miss my cue. Thankfully the crowd sing along which makes it easier for me to jump back in.

48 Hours Earlier

“Shit” I grumble seeing all the flashing lights outside our hotel

“Hey your ok, we’ve got you” Niall says placing his arm over my shoulders

“I’ll go first ok?” Louis says looking at me. I give him a nod and the doors open. I walk behind Louis with Niall while Zayn, Liam and Harry are behind us

“Get back!” Paul shouts at the paparazzi

“YN have you and Alex broke up?”

“Harry are you dating Taylor?”

“Louis does Eleanor trust you and YN?”

“Zayn has Perrie come to any shows yet?”

It’s question after question, making my head feel fuzzy. Thankfully Niall doesn’t let go of me

“YN how good are the boys in bed?”

“YN look over here!”

“Turn this way!”

“Move!” I once again hear Paul say when I feel someone grab my arm. I turn to see who it is, but I’m meet with a camera in my face. Zayn is quick to pull the guy away while I’m ushered into our car. My breathing rises while there’s ringing in my ears. I close my eyes and focus on my breathing

“You good YN?” I hear Liam ask. I give him a little nod grateful I’m now in the safety of the car.

24 Hours Earlier

24 hours to go till Alex arrives, 24 hours and I’m in the arms of the man I love. I finish getting myself ready for the show when my dad comes over to me

“I think you need to speak to a doctor” he says

“I’m fine”

“No your not. You’ve been having these panic attacks for a few months now. Maybe you should stop performing”

“What!?” I yell facing my dad

“I don’t mean forever, but maybe just for now while you get all of this under control”

“Dad it’s just part of fame. I’ll have to get used to it”

“I’m just worried that something could tip you over the edge”

“Dad I promise I have it under control. How about this. We have just over a month left of tour, once it’s over I’ll speak to someone”

“Fine but you have one more panic attack and I’m taking you home”

“Deal”

“And don’t think I won’t ask the boys to tell me if you do” my phone then pings letting me know I have a text. I look down and see it’s off Alex

‘Can’t wait to see you tomorrow’

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