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eternalxvenus · 2 months

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⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 2 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain. (this is part 2 to the birthday girl angst blurb! i changed the title for the series so it was more appealing)

cw: mentions of drug use, angst, nothing crazy (yet lmao)

wc: 1.2k

notes: i'm excited to write this since its my first series! lmk if there's anything you guys would wanna see in future chapters :)

previous chapters: part 1

You wake up to your alarm droning on annoyingly and feel around aimlessly with your eyes closed to turn it off. Once you had finally woken up on your own accord, you realized you should talk to Rafe. You hadn't spoken to him or left your house the last few days. Obviously, you missed him, but you just felt so hurt and angry with him.

After getting ready and using makeup to look a little more alive and less blotchy from crying so much, you decided you'd go up to Tannyhill to try and talk to Rafe. You left your house, hopped on your bike, and started towards the estate. The whole ride there, you just kept going over what you wanted to say but nothing seemed right. Before you knew it, you were at the front entrance.

You walked inside and heard voices in the distance coming from upstairs. Once you made your way upstairs, you heard the voices more clearly coming from Rafe's room. It was Rafe and another person whose voice you couldn't pinpoint.

"Come on, man you gotta understand where I'm comin' from. I've just been stressed out. Nothing a good time won't fix."

You looked into the room and saw Rafe sitting with some guy you've never seen. There was a table in between them that had some rolled-up bills and coke sitting on it.

You walked inside the room, still unnoticed until you spoke. "Hey, Rafe."

Both of their heads snapped in your direction, and Rafe immediately shot up, walking towards you.

"Shit... I uh- I didn't know you were coming over." He looked back at the man who just sat there unbothered. "Barry, can you uh give us a minute..."

"So let me get this straight, you went to a party and got high, missed my entire birthday, and after I tell you I'm pissed off your next line of action is to get high again with your drug dealer, right?"

Before Rafe could speak, Barry grabbed his stuff and started walking out. "A'ight man hit me up when y'all are done dealing with this shit."

Rafe waited until he thought Barry was far enough before closing the door and speaking, "Can you blame me? I don't hear from you for days so I assumed you didn't wanna be with me anymore! I tried to talk to you and you straight up ignored me."

"I was angry Rafe! I just needed some time to myself. That doesn't mean I'm breaking up with you and it doesn't mean you should start doing drugs again when that is quite literally what we fought about."

This definitely wasn't how you imagined this conversation going. You didn't want to argue with him but your pride wasn't going to let you just back down.

"If you wanted space you could've told me," he sighed. "And I am sorry that I got high at that party and I'm sorry I missed your birthday okay? I want to make it up to you."

You walked over to the bed and sat down for a moment with your head in your hands. You loved Rafe, you really did. But you didn't want him falling into his old habits and lying to you about it.

You both sat there in silence as you thought about what you should do and what you should say.

"Rafe I... I think we should just take some time apart. Get our heads straight and figure out what we want-"

He walked over and sat next to you his eyes wide. "Baby I want you, I want to be with you."

"I wanna be with you too, Rafe, but I have conditions. I don't want you doing coke anymore. I don't like the person you are when you get like that. I know you get stressed and feel like it's your only option but you have me. Or maybe try weed and see how that works for you. I also don't want you hanging with Barry anymore. Non-negotiables."

He nods "I swear I'll work on it and I'll talk to Barry. I swear."

You stand up from the bed getting ready to go out the door. "Rafe... I'm gonna go stay with my parents on the mainland for a few days. I'll be in contact but please try your best to just leave me be. Get clean, for good, and I'll let you know when I'm back and we can figure everything out. Okay?"

He shakes his head. You can see that he's angry and confused, your heart just aches. "The mainland? What- why? Just stay here, I don't understand-"

"Please, Rafe. This is what we have to do okay?"

He took a few deep breaths and ran his hands through his hair. "Okay... okay. When you get back, I'll have made it up to you. Just promise me we aren't over."

You could see the tears that formed in his eyes and had to fight back your own. "We aren't over just yet." You gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving his room and heading home.

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You were finally off the ferry and on the mainland to stay with your parents. You really wanted to talk to your best friend to get advice so you asked her to pick you up. By the time you reached your house, she was all caught up. Your parents weren't home so you both went straight up to your childhood bedroom.

"Damn... I didn't think he got down like that." Niki looked at you slightly surprised. "Honestly though, it sounds like does care about you, even if he did fuck up."

"Yeah, I know he cares I just... I don't wanna have to worry about shit like this. Whenever he's all coked up he makes irrational and bad decisions. I'm just worried he'll do something and end up in jail or worse."

"You just have to let him know that. Make sure he knows your anger comes from a place of care. If he feels like you're just judging him, it'll probably piss him off."

You sigh and groan into your pillow. "You're right, thanks Niki."

"Don't mention it. Now, let me catch you up on the mainland gossip!" she squealed.

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Niki had gone home and you were getting into bed, ready to sleep after what felt like an exceptionally long day, when your phone chimed. You looked and saw you had a text from Rafe.

Rafe: hey I just wanted to make sure you made it to the mainland safely.

You: yes I did, i'm at my parent's house, thanks for asking.

Rafe: of course, goodnight

You: goodnight

Placing your phone on the dresser, you're thankful he doesn't push the conversation further. You decide you'll only stay here for three days before going back to the island to figure things out with Rafe. You just hope he can work on staying clean and that you can go back to being together like normal.

As you closed your eyes, ready for sleep, you heard another chime from your phone. You groaned before picking it up to check.

Topper: hey we need to talk, it's about Rafe.

part 3

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sithbvcky · 6 months

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Sweetest Thing

Synopsis: You join Sam and Bucky to assist them with the Flag Smashers. Since you're a telepath, you come in handy. One night, while Zemo and Sam are out, you and Bucky have a little heart to heart.

Warnings: angst and a little fluff 💝👍🏻

Word count: 1.3k

Note: I do not give permission for my work to copied or translated anywhere else but this blog.

Since The Blip, you started working more with Bucky. Assisting him and Sam when the fiasco with the Flag Smashers became bigger than expected. As a telepath, your abilities came in handy quite a bit. Nothing could be hidden from you, though you had a rule about invading peoples minds. You never did it without permission unless it was essential to an operation.

Bucky wouldn't admit it but he was nervous about working with you. His mind had been invaded so many times before. Molded to whatever was needed of him. But you showed your trustworthiness, and Sam vouched for you too. In time he began to ease up when you were around.

Often he'd find himself enjoying your company and preferring it to being alone like he usually was. He wasn't used to this feeling and he suppressed it as much as he could. He was unstable and never truly felt like he was worth all the trouble Steve had gone through for him. Even if he was free from the programming he still didn't feel comfortable and he was scared to let anyone else in.

Sam had forced himself in, somewhat against his will. But you, you were different. He didn't want to hurt you and he knew if you saw everything he was you'd turn and run.

One night, while Sam had taken Zemo off somewhere to gather more intelligence, it was just you and Bucky alone in the apartment.

The place was spacious, way too spacious for two people. Bucky was in the kitchen fixing himself a drink and you were sitting in the living room typing away on your laptop. As he watched you, he felt his heart rate speed up and he started feeling a nervous itch. Like he needed to move or he'd jump out of his skin. He took a sip of his drink and continued to observe you. Admire was a better word for it but he wasn't ready to admit that.

You were a pretty closed off person, didn't let a lot of people know much about you or where you came from. Other than what was on file. Bucky related to that in a way, he figured with your power it must be hard to let people in. Hearing thoughts and seeing someone's intentions before they act on them. He didn't realize he'd started tapping his foot anxiously until you spoke,

"You know, Sam did warn me about the staring thing." He stiffened and downed the rest of his drink as you closed your laptop.

"I'm used to people staring but it's usually after they find out what I can do. It's typically a disapproving, disgusted look but." You shook your head. Bucky felt like a deer in headlights. He hadn't meant to make you feel like he was disgusted by you. He just couldn't keep his eyes off you, they were drawn to you like magnets. He was wondering if you could sense it. Sense the feelings he'd been working to bury underneath layers and layers of gruff aloofness.

You stood up and walked over to the record player in the corner. You hadn't taken Zemo for a musical guy but he had an extensive record collection.

"Do you mind if I put on some music? It sort of helps keep me from hearing-" you waved your hands around your head mimicking the thoughts you often heard from unsuspecting strangers. If someone's mind wasn't strong enough, even without you trying you could hear them. Their deepest, darkest secrets and desires. Bucky nodded and you spun back around to place the record you chose onto the needle.

Music started gently drifting and echoing around the apartment. You breathed a deep sigh of relief, looking over at Bucky who was still standing stiff in the kitchen. You chuckled lightly as he averted his gaze to the floor,

"You don't have to ignore me either. I understand the staring, it's okay I'm not offended."

Bucky looked up at you, his eyes looking to you then back to the floor. His heart began to thump again and the song playing seemed to be spilling his secrets for him.

I wanna get close to you, tug at your ribbons and pearls

Just feel my heart go bump, baby

Feel it coming on through

He took in a breath and moved towards the living room. Finally leaving the sanctuary of the kitchen. He realized he hadn't spoken a single word and now he wasn't sure he could. He stood before you, a healthy distance away still, and parted his lips to speak but couldn't find the words just yet.

What he asked you to do next took you by surprise,

"I want you to read my mind." The statement was simple, but you never imagined him ever saying it.

"You want me to what?" You retorted, utterly floored at his request.

"I want you to read my mind. I'm- I can't express things correctly." He stuttered and you felt a twinge of pity.

"Why do you want me to read your mind?" You wondered, this was sort of sudden. You hadn't meant to make him feel guilty for staring. You truly didn't mind it, you kind of liked his attention if you were being honest.

"Just do it." He said, and you didn't argue any further. You closed your eyes and tuned the music into a low tone in your mind, you reached out to Bucky's mind. At first there was nothing, just emptiness and silence. Then, you saw flashes, images. Some you recognized but it wasn't from your perspective, but from his.

You saw Sam and the glares and eye rolls. The jokes and the sarcastic remarks. Then you saw yourself, laughing and smiling. Bucky seemed to hold onto those moments with you. He watched you more than you noticed and you felt that twinge in your heart. That pull on something you'd been ignoring since you agreed to work with them.

The warmth you felt from those memories of his was overwhelming. You knew you were blushing and you would deal with the embarrassment later. You were going to end the connection when you saw new flashes, Steve, Hydra, he still remembered everything. You pulled yourself out before you saw too much.

Tears were welling in your eyes as you opened them. You brought the sleeve of your shirt up to wipe them away quickly. Bucky still stood in that same spot, watching you. His face anticipating your rejection, readying himself for you to walk out the door.

"What did you see?" He asked, his voice a little more broken than he liked. You steeled yourself as you met his gaze.

"I saw myself. Your memories, with Sam and some with Steve." You didn't mention the ones of Hydra. That was something he probably didn't mean to reveal and you'd never speak of it.

"Bucky. I-" you paused, trying to gather your thoughts.

"It's okay." He said, shaking his head. "You don't have to reciprocate or respond or anything. I just wanted you to know and that was the only way I could do it." He looked down at his shoes and you felt that pull again. That tugging on your heart. He moved to turn around and you grabbed his hand, pulling him back to face you.

You reached up and kissed him. It took you both by surprise, but he kissed you back and you relaxed. You felt his arms hovering nervously at his sides and you broke the kiss to guide them to rest on your hips. You looked up into his blue eyes before going in to kiss him again, softer this time.

"You know." You whispered against his lips. "Next time you want to tell me something, just tell me." You joked and he flashed a smile as he leaned down to peck your lips.

"Understood." He mumbled.

When Sam and Zemo came back later that night, they found you both asleep on the couch. Your head on Bucky's chest and Bucky's arm around you, his head leaning back on the couch.

Zemo looked at Sam,

"I told you so."

"Shut up." Sam grumbled and left the room. Zemo smirked to himself, and went to his quarters. Leaving you and Bucky in each others embrace.

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Song referenced in the fic is Sweetest Thing by Gene Loves Jezebel

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norrisleclercf1 · 8 months

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Letter 1

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader x Lando Norris

Part. 6 to Our Boy Series

Rating: PG

Words: 1.1K

Warnings: Angst, maybe fluff?

Our Boy Series / Previous It's All a Lie / Next Broken Hearts and Duct Tape >

Synopsis: After leaving, you left all your letter behind. The ones you wrote and the ones he wrote. Elijah finally reads Letter 1, maybe it brings comfort? But sometimes comfort can hurt.

Elijah, you must hate me for what I did. Rightfully so, but first, you should know the story. The real story. This is how your father and I met.........

We met in 2016; I was 19 and he was 31. How do I even begin to explain this to you, the significant age gap and much less how we even got together. Well, I can thank Lewis for that one.

Lewis introduced us when there was a massive party at the beginning of the year, kicking off the new F1 season. I went with my father. He was invited and brought me along, wanting me to mingle. Father introduced me to Lewis when I was young. McLaren boys stick together.

Lewis was, is, an older brother to me and someone I've always admired. When he introduced me to Nico, I highly doubt he expected Nico and me to fall in love. I didn't even plan on falling in love with him. Sometimes, I regret it. Other times, I don't because you came from that love.

Stupid and young, I got drunk, and Lewis was panicking. My father would've killed him if he knew the state I was in. Nico offered to take me, but he never once made a move on me. Laid me in his bed and slept on the couch. Nico wasn't always the monster. I made him out to be. If I was older and got pregnant...things would be different.

Nico was so good to me. We didn't get together until Barcelona, god he was so angry, and we became close, almost friends. He regretted it. I know he did. After it happened, he left that night, already back in Monaco, and I was still in Spain. Hurt was the understatement of the century. I was devastated.

I don't know what it was about Nico, but he trapped me in a way I couldn't understand. Nico was the first person I ever truly loved, and it was something Nico knew. He loved me; I know he did. After Spain, I returned to Monaco and ran into him; he said nothing, just kissed me.

To say the least, we weren't safe, literally and metaphorically. Whenever we were together, it was either fighting or completely wrapped into one another. We didn't care what people said, those who knew and those who didn't. Dad wasn't aware of the relationship until I called him crying one night.

Japan, 2016. I still remember sitting in the hotel room holding the test. I was furious, distraught, happy, and scared. I only told Nico in Abu Dhabi. I figured he'd be so happy. Winning the World Championship and now having a baby? He'd be on top of the world. Anyway, I called my Dad 4 weeks after Japan.

He flew out immediately and went straight to Nico. Told him how he knew of the relationship, Nico was happy. He wanted Mika to know and confess how he loved and respected me. Fast forward to Abu Dhabi, and there we were in the middle of his hotel room. When I told him, he cried, hugged me, and said he'd marry me when we got to Monaco.

Waking the next morning, I was sure Nico loved me. Only to roll over and see him gone. Everything was gone. I should've known right then, and there he left me, but I thought maybe he was talking to my Dad or Toto. Instead, I went around the entire city only to be told he went back to Monaco and was retiring and moving back to Germany.

Dad didn't say a word when I told him. He simply nodded and helped me back to Monaco. Getting to our apartment, it was empty. It was all gone, the pictures, trophies, his stuff. Only my belongings remained.

And a letter, a letter I still need to open. It's in this box. You should read it before me. Nico left me, not you. I was so blinded by rage and heartbreak that anytime he reached out, the first part wasn't that my son would know his father. No, it was; I could finally get back at him for all the pain he left me in.

4 months pregnant, I met you, Papa. I knew of him, but he didn't know of me. I hid in the shadows at the races so no one would know of Nico and me. Upfront with me being pregnant, he just smiled. At 19, your Papa didn't care. We became friends. He knew I was heartbroken and wasn't ready for a relationship.

Yet when I was with him, he was different. Touches, words, feelings, everything with him was different. The kind of love I only wish you can find one day, Ducky. Charles loved you the first moment we met. He taught you how to walk; Cha was your first word. Elijah, our rock, kept us together and refused to let me waste away.

When you said Charles and Lando weren't your fathers, my world crumbled underneath my feet. My hatred and pain fueled your pain of not knowing Nico. But, Ducky, he's not your father. Charles and Lando are. They raised you.

Charles is the one who encouraged you to start karting and protected you. Lando is the one who holds you when you're crumbling. You're their first child and greatest love. No love is more vital than that of a parent and their child. Hate, curse, never speak to me again if you have to, but Elijah, never say they aren't your fathers.

Love,

Your Mama

Blinking, Elijah folds the letter. Standing up from his bed, he creaks open the door, seeing the house pitched in black. Elijah could still hear Cece crying and his Dad's soft words. Walking past, he heads to the main bedroom. Pushing open the door, it creaks.

"Lando? Did she finally fall asleep?" Elijah cringes, hearing his Pa's raw and scratchy voice. "Papa? It's me." A light clicks on, Elijah blinking as he takes in the sight of his real father. "Duc-Elijah? Something wrong?" Charles rubs his eyes, so red that Elijah's throat clamps shut. "I'm," Shuffling his feet, he gathers himself, but looking up, it all breaks.

"I'm so sorry, oh god." Elijah sobs. Charles moves quick off the bed. Without hesitation, Charles crushes him into his chest, cradling him like when Elijah was a toddler. "You're my," He gasps for air, arms squeezing so tight Charles couldn't breathe, but he doesn't care. "You're my father. You've always been my father. Oh god, what did I do?" Elijah sobs, shattering in Charles's arms.

"Breath, breathe for me," Charles whispers, but Elijah shakes his head, moving closer into his Papa's arms. Charles doesn't think twice as he moves Elijah to his bed, laying them down. "I don't hate you," Sobs rattle Elijah's chest as he hides away. "I, I," "Don't, don't say anything," Charles whispers, pinching his eyes as he tries to stop his own tears.

Charles just holds Elijah, unable to let him go as he lets his silent tears fall. "You're my boy, always my baby boy," Charles whispers.

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rubra-wav · 3 months

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Hi! I’m autistic and a lesbian and my current hyper fixation/ comfort show is Hazbin Hotel and my favorite/comfort character is Angel Dust. I was wondering if you could write a platonic Angel x gn/fem reader that is angsty and involves the reader comforting and taking care of Angel after a really bad night with Valentino. With cuddling, and handholding and Angel dealing with addiction/ self harm and the reader just being there and supporting him or something. I totally understand if not I just thought I would ask. Also I’m a huge fan of your work!!

Safe and Sound If Only For Now (Angel Dust x Reader fic)

A/N Absolutely can, and 100% understand the vision. THE BOY NEEDS TO BE TAKEN CARE OF. 🗣

Also, thank you sm im glad my writing is being enjoyed 🙏

CW: marking it as NSFW due to the themes within but theres not any actual smut, hurt/comfort, angst, gn!reader, written as platonic but could be seen as romantic as well, Angel throws up at one point(dk if I need to tw that), themes of s/h and addiction, reference to trauma responses and mentions of physical and sexual abuse

When you were called downstairs by a very concerned Charlie at the wee hours of the morning, you knew that the night Angel Dust had was hell without having to even see him.

He'd apparently stumbled loudly through the door about 10 minutes ago, clearly not sober but still demanding a drink looking absolutely trashed. Husk had attempted to touch his shoulder, and the bartender was promptly smacked away with a yell to 'not touch him!'

Your footsteps had pattered loudly on the creaky floorboards down the hall of your hotel room as you quickly made your way to the bar where you knew he was.

And there you found him.

The hunched over, trembling figure of your friend with two of his arms folded around his head, a glass of alcohol you know tasted like utter shit clutched in another shaky hand.

Husk looked at you tiredly from behind the bar with clear relief on his features as he gestured to Angel with a look that asked you to take care of him - do what he couldn't in this moment.

It had taken a lot of verbal coaxing to get Angel to put down the drink and come with you to your room, but he eventually allowed you to gently grip his hand and tug him up the stairs and back down the hall to your room.

The second the door had shut behind the two of you, he'd completely fallen apart as you told him he was safe now.

That's how you were in this situation now, slumped on the floor next to the bed with Angel's face buried into the front of your shirt, your arms pulling his face closer and running your fingers through his messed up fur, carefully avoiding touching his neck and shoulders as you whispered to him softly to let it out.

Seconds ticked into minutes as his previously loud crying had slowly turned into broken, shaking sobs that were barely audible as you sat there with him slumped against you.

It was rather uncomfortable, your knees digging into the coarse rug on the floor of your room, but at the moment, that didn't much matter.

"'ank you. 'Ank you 'o much." He slurred out finally, voice cracking with emotion.

You hummed in response, relieved to hear his voice finally.

You removed your hands from where they were combing through his fur and instead cupped his cheeks, pulling his face away from your chest carefully.

Sympathy and anger stabbed through you painfully as you observed the darkening bruise on his puffy under-eye that had now been exposed with his tears. That asshole.

You brushed a thumb over the bruise with a furrowed brow, your frown deepening at the way he winced despite you barely even grazing it. You quickly moved your thumb away.

Angel's unfocused, bloodshot eyes watched you react to it with clear guilt. He swallowed thickly as he forced a grin onto his face. "'T's nothin' I'm not used to, toots." He mumbled. He could tell you didn't believe it for a second, and his heart sank despite all the alcohol knocking through him. Shit, he didn't want to sober up.

He could feel the pain he was trying to numb already creeping back into his body, though, and he 'tsk'd' with a hissing breath.

You shook your head slowly and got a better look at him as his eyes shut with a wince.

His jacket was a mess, a bite mark that was still bleeding soaking into his collar peaked out at you, and you grit your teeth as you looked down to see more droplets soaking into other places as well on his sides and hips.

Christ.

"I'm going to go get some things to help fix you up. Are you okay with taking a shower on your own?" You murmured softly but very seriously.

Angel forced his eyes open and nodded despite moving being the last thing he wanted to do right now, having you leave being even lower on that list.

"Yeah.. 'ut get me a change of clothes while you're out. That is unless you wanna see me in nothing more than a towel." He joked with a humour that was obviously not present, voice still very much hoarse.

You smiled at the comment half-heartedly and nodded. "I'll be right back, I swear." You gently patted his cheek before gripping his hands to help him stand up. With the tremendous height difference, it didn't do too much, but you could see he was appreciative of it nonetheless.

After a couple of minutes, you came back into the room with a change of clothes, a first aid kit, and a water bottle in one hand, a cup of hot chocolate in the other made just how liked it.

Angel was sitting on your bed awkwardly with a white towel draped over his lap. As he stood up and turned the other way to slip on the pair of shorts you'd bought him, you could fully see some of the multiple bite marks that were seeping into Angel's fur, matting it.

Your fists clenched and unclenched but you still didn't voice the silent fury coursing through you at what had clearly happened to him.

You placed the hot chocolate in Angel's hands as he sat back down, receiving a barely audible thanks, and then set into disinfecting the various marks and patching them up.

Each time he tensed up and hissed due to the disinfectant, you apologised profusely but didn't stop as you wanted to get it over as soon as possible for his sake.

Angel dug his teeth into the mug in his hands to avoid biting his tongue or cheek as he winced in pain, the hot drink on your part both a crutch and a grounding tool so he didn't dissociate away from everything completely.

If that happened, he knew he'd most likely pass out and that was the last thing he needed to do right now while you were making sure he didn't get some horrific infection from the wounds he'd sustained.

He was so incredibly tired of so much.

He didn't want to keep seeing the blurred images of the afternoon and night that made him want to start sobbing again.

He couldn't even remember properly, it was all a blur; hungry hands on him, faces and bodies he couldn't quite remember, and Valentino's red eyes looking down on him as his fist closed around his neck. All his memories were out of place, like a ripped up photograph rearranged wrongly.

Angel didn't even know what he'd done to get punished by him today.

He'd come to realise there was no real reason though due to you telling him as much, and that searching for it would just make spiral. It wasn't his fault that that moth-winged cunt had decided to break him today.

Or at least, that was the logical answer.

He still remembered the words that plagued him through the mess of memories and painful sensations staring at back at him like a hall of mirrors, though. 'You brought this upon yourself, Angelcakes.' Said through a cruel, patronising grin right before those same teeth dug into him again, and again, and again.

Angel grit his teeth as the memory made his head hurt before gagging as horrific nausea suddenly hit him all at once.

You cursed, having just finished up patching his wounds and pulled him towards the bathroom sink in your ensuite.

You took the hot chocolate from his hands before using the other to sweep his fur out of the way just in time as he started wretching loudly into the sink.

You patted his back awkwardly as he threw up all of what he'd been binging for the night in rapid succession, looking at a crack near the door frame of your bathroom to try give him some semblance of privacy.

After a couple of seconds, Angel panted with a horrified expression on his face at the taste in his mouth, shuddering.

"That was fuckin nasty, 'm sorry." Angel cringed, trembling with exertion as he washed out the sink and his mouth.

"If you're sick, you're sick, Angie." You continued rubbing his back gently as Angel straightened up, sighing in relief as he felt more steady now that everything had all been purged from his system.

One part of himself wanted to go bother Husk for more to drink, but he pushed it away, instead opting for the now lukewarm cup of hot chocolate that was sitting neglected on the edge of the bathroom sink.

He gripped the mug and threw it back, chugging it in the hope of washing out the horrific taste that still stuck around.

"Wait a second, I'll give you the painkillers with that." You called over you shoulder as you went to rummage through the first aid kit.

Angel slowly walked out of the bathroom after you, hunched over to be about your height as he waited for the pills. He tiredly spaced out as he looked at your hands going through the pile of stuff you'd brought.

You pressed the meds into his palm, and watched as he quickly downed it. "Do you wanna stay in my room tonight?" You asked as you cleared the stuff off of your bed.

You didn't really need the verbal confirmation as Angel flopped down onto your bed with a loud groan as he finally relaxed, exhaustion passing over every part of him.

You chuckled softly, and crawled up next to him, gently wrapping your arms loosely around his lower back as you pulled his face into your chest again.

He wrapped his arms around you in turn, another one of his hands creeping towards yours in silent request. You understood, lacing your fingers with his and gently nuzzled affectionately into the top of his head.

You could feel him start shaking softly again, once again tearing up despite everything. You tightened your embrace as you felt wet tears sink into your shirt again.

"It's okay, honey. It's okay. You're safe here with me." You repeated.

"Thank you 'o much." Angel whispered, tightening his grip on you in an attempt to bring you and your warmth to the bottomless pit of despair he constantly tried to forget.

"No problem. I love you, Angie. I really hope you know that." You gently kissed the top of his head, squeezing your hand laced with his reassuringly. "Now come on, try to get some sleep, you must be exhausted."

Angel's crying slowly stopped as the feeling of the security you provided swept over him like a warm blanket, creeping into every last crack in himself and filling it. The rhythmic beat of your heart under his cheek lulled him to complete calmness.

He didn't want it to end, but he still slipped into the warm embrace of sleep.

If only for a small while, the lock on his prison cell wasn't as cold, and the bars were not visible through your arms.

All that shit could wait until tomorrow.

I've read over it multiple times, but if there are errors y'all can see reading this one pls lmk - my brains been on wrong a bit today.

Bruh I just want Angel to be happy and cared for istg, he deserves it. 😭

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f1letters · 1 year

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lavender haze | mv1

"I been under scrutiny, you handle it beautifully"

summary: after winning his second championship in another controversial way, max needed her by his side more than ever as the media tried to tear him apart

warning: a little bit of angst for Max, but overall fluff for the couple, swearing, suggestive language, mentions of the championship-deciding races of Abu Dhabi GP 2021 and Japan GP 2022 from Max's point of view, mentions of scrutiny from the media, Jos Verstappen lol

pairing: max verstappen x reader

word count: 2.8k

note: everything in bold are song references and in italic are thoughts, which includes memories from the past. also, I would like to point out that I didn't write this as a personal opinion/critique of Ted or anyone involved in the whole Sky Sports scandal (which is why I didn't use his name or his exact words in the story and why I only used the controversy as a reference/inspiration very loosely), but rather wrote about what I imagine were the thoughts/feelings of people on Max's side (himself, the Red Bull team, Jos, etc), regarding this matter.

dutch words used: schatje = baby; liefje = honey

and we are back! once again, thank you all for being so understanding about me skipping last weekend 💜 I hope you enjoy this little story, as always!

masterlist

Meet me at midnight

Ever since he was just a little boy, all Max dreamed of was being a Formula 1 champion.

To have his name written in the history books. To have his legacy immortalized in the records for eternity.

From then, Max spent all of his hours, days, weeks, months and years preparing for it. He gave all of his blood, sweat and tears for it.

For that exact moment: when he stood right there in Japan, tall and proud, with his trophy in hand, after being announced World Champion for the 2nd time.

Lying in bed that night, staring at the ceiling next to his girlfriend, the driver could still feel the euphoria coursing through his veins.

He couldn't believe how lucky he was to be in that position.

He had everything he could ever want: his biggest dream came true twice, he had a successful career that so many envied, and most of all, he had the best person in the world by his side.

At the end of the day, it didn't matter all the money, the victories, the parties, the luxury if he couldn't have her there in his arms.

Y/N was everything to him, and he knew that the championship victory was as much hers as his.

Max let his hand run through the shiny strands of his partner's hair, the warm skin of their bodies pressed together, while Y/N drew random figures with her soft fingers across the man's toned chest.

The couple remained in each other's arms, not saying too much, both still over the moon and completely in awe from the unforgettable day they just had.

"I'm so proud of you, my love." Y/N broke the silence installed in the hotel room, whispering her words. "You can't imagine how happy I am for you."

Staring at the ceiling with you

Oh, you don't ever say too much

And you don't really read into

My melancholia

Max half smirked with his eyes half closed as sleep began to creep in.

With his eyes locked on the girl before him, the boy tucked the hair that covered her face behind her ear and stayed like that for a few minutes. Just living in the moment, letting her words sink in, appreciating what life had given him.

"Thanks, schatje. For everything." He placed a soft kiss on her forehead, caressing her cheek with the back of his hand. "I'm completely crazy about you, you know that?"

Y/N laughed shyly, moving her body even closer to her boyfriend's, laying down on his chest. "Stop, Max! You know I get all embarrassed when you start saying stuff like that."

"You stop! I'm just telling the truth!" Their laughter filled the room in pure harmony. Max stopped, returning to his moment of gratitude. "I just love you. So much, Y/N. This is all thanks to you."

"This is all thanks to your talent, baby." The young woman rested her cheek against the driver's bare shoulder. "Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."

Y/N knew that Max would immediately understand what she was trying to say.

The girl couldn't help but fear that the Dutchman would let all the scrutiny behind yet another championship win bring him down.

Max had a whole facade around him. Max appeared to be confident, poised, collected, unfazed by all adversity, and sometimes even self-centred and arrogant because of his posture on the track.

But deep down, Max was nothing but a fragile little boy, still trying to seek his father's approval.

Max was obsessed with perfection. Everything he had to do had to be absolutely spot on: every corner had to be perfectly executed, his car had to be at its best at all times, any position other than the first one was simply not good enough.

Knowing him better than anyone, Y/N knew how to handle him beautifully and knew that in the back of Max's mind, the fact that this was yet another victory tainted by controversy was tormenting him, even if he tried to hide it.

I've been under scrutiny

You handle it beautifully

All this shit is new to me

Both of them could only imagine all the headlines, the comments, the criticism. All because of a loophole that was never under the driver's control.

"Don't worry about me." Max answered the unspoken question the girl posed. "I don't give a damn what people say."

The harsh words that came out of his mouth seemed to be an attempt to convince himself more than her. They both knew that.

It had been almost a year since the boy had been named champion for the first time and yet to that day he still suffered attacks due to something that (once again) was not in his power to change.

Y/N didn't push, knowing the argument was going nowhere, and instead chose to joke with her boyfriend to lighten the mood. "Well, I don't know if you know this... but you look so much hotter as a two-time world champion."

Happiness filled Max's chest as he chuckled, turning their position so that his body was on top of hers. His lips roamed over her neck, leaving soft kisses and nibbles along the way, until he strayed away to deposit an intense and passionate kiss on her mouth.

His head lifted slightly, creating enough distance between them for him to speak, though their lips were still touching. "What if I showed again how it feels like to fuck a two-time world champion, hmm?"

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Two weeks passed until the next race, the couple trapped in their lavender haze.

The Texas sun cut through the clouds in the sky and reflected warmly on the girl's skin as she entered the circuit, side by side with Carola.

Both friends over the last few years since they met in the Red Bull garage through their partners, the young women understood each other perfectly: both were reserved, with no great desire for attention on them, just there to support their lovers.

As always, a peaceful and relaxed conversation was taking place between the two, as they strolled around the paddock with smiles on their faces.

Carola told Y/N all about the latest incident at the Perez house, with the small sibling clashes between Checo Jr. and Carlota, and the other girl just laughed. She knew how happy those children made her friend and she couldn't wish anything else for Carola.

Suddenly the mood around them seemed to change.

The environment that before was serene, relaxed, and enthusiastic now gave off a heavy, tense, nervous energy.

Y/N started looking into the faces of the people they passed for answers, aware that they were looking at her. What the fuck is going on, she thought to herself.

Carola sensed the discomfort on her friend, placing a concerned hand on the girl's shoulder. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"Well, I'd like to know the answer to that question too," Y/N confessed without too much thought. "I don't know, honestly. I have a feeling something is wrong."

"Maybe it's nothing," The Mexican tried to calm her down, running her hand up and down along her friend's forearm, although she was aware of the gazes in their direction too. "We're almost at the garage and we'll clear everything up."

Walking through the navy blue walls, the tension only intensified in the air.

The faces of the team members showed worry and nervousness, and the PR team rushing back and forth relentlessly was a sign that something had gone wrong during the drivers' media duties following their practice session.

Knowing Max like the back of her hand... Y/N knew it was him.

All they keep asking me

Is if I'm gonna be your bride

The only kind of girl they see

Is a one-night or a wife

"Hey, where's Max?" Y/N asked her father-in-law, Jos, who wore an angry look on his face. Although their relationship was distant, she knew that if anyone was aware of everything that was going on in her boyfriend's career, it was his father.

"Would also like to know." The man replied dryly, running a hand impatiently through his hair. "He just walked out of here like a fucking coward, and left the others here to sort out his shit."

Y/N swallowed hard, knowing it wasn't worth wasting time trying to defend Max as all the words she would say would go in one ear and out the other. "What happened?"

"That shitty reporter, that's what happened." The older Verstappen replied, raising his tone. "That bastard had the nerve to say on live TV that Max didn't deserve any of his titles, and he panicked like a pussy. I didn't raise him like that - I raised him to be a man, not a little boy."

Without a second thought, Y/N turned her back on the man and grabbed her phone, trying to call her partner, only for her call to go to voicemail.

Unconsciously, the girl opened her Instagram and immediately came across the reporter's now-viral video.

"He doesn't seem to be capable of winning a championship without some sort of scandal. First, Hamilton was obviously ripped off in Abu Dhabi; now, they award full points in a race that wasn't even half finished because of some apparent 'loophole'?! Favouritism at its best."

All of a sudden, the air seemed to have difficulty getting into the girl's lungs, the temperature seemed to have risen dramatically, and Y/N started to feel dizzy as the media started to bring up Max's history.

Max, where are you, she asked herself, begging for a sign of his presence.

I find it dizzying

They're bringing up my history

But you aren't even listening

Y/N looked everywhere: in the garage, in his driver's room, in all the different rooms in the motorhome, in the back of the building, in the cafeteria, everywhere.

She was starting to run out of options, but she knew he had to be around somewhere since his exit from the circuit would not be discreet at all, quite the contrary.

If I were Max where would I hide from the world, she reflected, desperate to be reunited with her boyfriend. Of course! In the place where everyone least expected to find him.

With a hurried step and depositing complete confidence in this last and risky idea, Y/N set off on her way until she came face to face with the red walls, embellished with the Prancing Horse symbol.

Deviating towards the back of the Ferrari building, Y/N felt her heart return to its normal rhythm when she set her eyes on the image of his lover.

There he was, sitting on the grass, with his vision pointed to the sky, so small and so fragile that no one else would be able to see him hiding there.

The girl slowly approached the driver, almost afraid to startle him, until he eventually noticed her presence when she was only a few inches away from him. His shoulders visibly relaxed at the sight of his girlfriend, and a small, forced smile appeared on his face.

"Of course you found me," Max whispered, placing his hand on the girl's thigh, who was now sitting on the grass next to him. "I guess you already know what happened."

Y/N laid her head on his shoulder, hugging his strong arm. "Yeah, I saw it... I'm sorry Max, you don't deserve this."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

That lavender haze

"I don't really care," Max spoke, shaking his head. "Let them say what they want. It doesn't matter to me."

"Baby…" The young woman knew that he was doing what he always did: bottling it up inside, hiding his feelings, just like he was taught to do his whole life.

"Liefje, don't worry. I'm fine, I promise."

"Max, stop doing this." Y/N touched his face, forcing him to look at her with his noticeably teary eyes.

"Y/N-"

"Max, please." The girl begged. "You don't have to pretend to be strong with me. You can be honest; you can scream, cry, freak out, you name it, and I'll always be here to listen."

The Dutchman took a deep breath in acceptance, leaning his head back against the red wall. "I'm just tired, you know? I try and try to do my best at all times and it's never enough. Not for the media, not for my dad, or-"

"For me, it's more than enough." The girlfriend interrupted. "And it should be enough for you too. You shouldn't care what others say… Especially your father." She teased, forcing a laugh out of Max's mouth.

The boy contemplated her words for a few seconds, placing a kiss on her temple. "I love you, you're the best."

"I know," She replied, bumping his shoulder playfully. "But I'm serious, Max. No one should have enough power over you that they can make you feel inferior, or less than you are. You are Max fucking Verstappen, two-time Formula 1 world champion. And so much more to come, I don't doubt it for a second."

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

Talk your talk and go viral

I just need this love spiral

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

The girl jumped to her feet, waking the driver from his own thoughts, and reached out to him with both her hands to help him get up on his feet too. "Come on, champ! Enough sulking here and let's face the world with our heads held high, shall we?"

Much calmer after getting it off his chest, Max looked at her with eyes shining with pride and, accepting her help, he got up. Instantly, his arms found their place around her waist, as did his lips on hers.

The couple shared a calm kiss, enjoying their moment of peace in the midst of such a chaotic situation.

"Thanks, schatje." Max said, returning his mouth to hers seconds later. "I can never thank you enough for everything you've done and do for me every day."

"I would do anything for you, baby." Y/N smiled wide, the dimples in her cheeks becoming noticeable. "Anything."

I feel a lavender haze creeping up on me

So real, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say

No deal, the 1950s shit they want for me

I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

On their way to the Red Bull garage, the two reappeared in the paddock, hand in hand, eyes only on each other.

With them, dozens of photographers and journalists emerged from the shadows, hunting the Dutchman for his comments and trying to get controversial headlines for their next articles.

But from Max, they only managed to take away the magical smile he had stamped on his face while talking to his girlfriend.

It was almost as if nothing had happened to him, such was the confident and determined posture the driver now assumed.

There was nothing like a good dose of love to make someone feel on top of the world, and Max was living proof of that in front of all those prying eyes.

Get it off your chest

Get it off my desk

That lavender haze

I just wanna stay

The world could crumble around them and they would still manage to stay on their feet.

They were a team. They had the perfect balance between them, the strength to face any obstacle together. Like two separate souls born to be reunited, in this life and all lives to come. Born to be on their lavender haze forever.

"Just you and me, liefje." Max whispered so only she could hear over the screams and camera flashes.

Y/N pulled him by the arm closer to her body in search of the comfort he conveyed to her every time, and smiled discreetly at him.

"You and me against the world, my love."

I just wanna stay

In that lavender haze

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hellcat8908 · 6 months

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Neglected Rhysand x Female Reader

Over the last few weeks, you've noticed a growing distance between you and Rhys. At first, you told yourself he was just busy with his duties and that things would slow down. It seemed like the exact opposite. His nights got longer as he went over reports, and his meetings seemed to last longer and become more frequent.

You had tried to tactfully bring up your feelings, but he either made empty promises of trying to make more time for you, or he just disregarded your feelings altogether. After he seemed to be getting annoyed with the conversation, you stopped bringing it up. You tried to flirt with him and tease him during the day, craving any sort of attention from him. Often, he dismissed you telling you he had work to do.

Tonight was no different. After dinner, he headed back to his office and all but locked the door. You decided to go to bed. The bed had become cold and lonely in his absence. You reached over to his side, feeling the cold of his pillow and the emptiness under the blanket. You longed for things to return to how they were in the beginning.

When the two of you couldn't get enough of each other. You practically had to kick him out of bed in the morning. The way he would hold you until you both fell asleep. You missed those times. A few tears escaped your eyes at the memories. You decided enough was enough and quickly found a piece of paper and pen before writing a note and leaving it on the pillows for Rhys to find.

You grabbed a few changes of clothes and snuck out through the garden. You made sure to put enough distance between you and Rhys before reaching out to Azriel, hoping he was still awake. In a matter of minutes, he was in front of you. You asked him to fly you to the house of wind for the night.

He looks at you concerned, knowing something isn't right. "I'll be fine, Az." You say, not sure who you're trying to convince more yourself or him. He gives you a small nod before lifting you in his arms and carrying you to the house of wind. Once you're on the terrace, he lets go of you. "Thank you, Azriel." You say softly before giving his arm a gentle squeeze.

You carry your bag to your old room before climbing into bed. You wonder how long before Rhys finds the note and comes looking for you if he comes looking for you. Your heart becomes heavy at the thought he might not. You curl up under the blankets and cry yourself to sleep.

Rhysand,

I have felt us slowly drifting apart over the last few weeks. I have tried to voice my concerns, but your focus is elsewhere. I have decided I need some time to myself to figure out where to go from here. I love you, but I fear you don't love me how you used to. This is not an ending. This is simply a pause in our story, unless you want otherwise.

Countless nights, I have fallen asleep alone in the bed we once shared and have woken alone, often unable to tell if you even came to bed at all. I understand that you have responsibilities to your court, and I can't fault you for that. However, you have responsibilities to me as well, and I've often gone neglected. I always knew that your court and your people would come first, but I am hoping you still have a place for me.

Love always,

Y/n

Rhys sat on the edge of the bed, reading your letter over and over. His mind raced with how things had gotten to the point where you'd leave in the middle of the night. He thought of the last few weeks. He hadn't realized how much he neglected you. You had tried to tell him, tried to make him pay attention, but he just dismissed you.

He was torn between tracking you down and giving you the time you needed. He kept going back and forth, realizing he had already wasted too much time not giving you the attention you deserve. Within seconds, he was reaching out to Cassian and Azriel. "Y/n is gone, and you must help me find her." He commands them. "Calm down, she isn't gone she is sleeping in her old room at the house of wind." Azriel answers, sounding half asleep.

"I'm on my way." Rhys tells him. "Surprised you're not already here." Azriel replies with a smirk. Azriel is waiting on the terrace when Rhys arrives. "She sleeping?" Rhys asks, glancing towards the house. "For the moment. It's not a deep sleep." Azriel says. "I've messed up, and I'm not sure how to fix it." Rhys admits as he leans on the railing overlooking Velaris. "You'll figure it out." Azriel assures him as he squeezes his shoulder to comfort him.

"She left in the middle of the night." Rhys says, sounding distraught. "Yeah, but she didn't go far, and she made sure she was easy for you to find. Man up and go apologize, grovel, and do whatever it takes." Azriel says before telling him you're awake. Rhys runs his fingers through his hair and takes a few deep breaths before walking inside to find you.

He gently opens the door before stepping in, "Y/n, are you awake?" He asks softly, knowing you are but trying to guage your reaction. "I'm awake." You murmur. He shuts the door behind him and moves to sit on your bed. "I am deeply sorry for not realizing how I've been neglecting you these last few weeks. I'm even more sorry for dismissing you when you tried to tell me. I will spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you. I never want to make you feel this way ever again." He says.

The bond is full of all his emotions, regret that it took you leaving to realize the mistake he made, his undying love for you, fear that you won't be able to forgive him causing you to leave. Just when you thought you couldn't cry anymore, a few tears fall to your pillowcase before wrapping your arms around your mate. "I love you, but things are far from fixed. You'll have to prove things will be different, love." You tell him. "I will, darling." He says, holding you tight.

"We're both tired and emotionally drained. Let's get some sleep, and we can continue this conversation when the sun is up." You say before yawning. You lift the blanket up as a silent invite for Rhys to join you. Once he is next to you, you cuddle up beside him before he wraps his arms around you. For the first time in a while, you feel like you've made a step in the right direction together.

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vyloy · 1 year

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Albert x reader dubcon pls :)))))

Albert James Moriarty

╰┈➤tw: dub-con, sub bottom male reader, kidnapping.

"Sherlock, you really have to focus on getting rid of *them*!", you say, a bit irritated due to how distracted he has been these past couple of months, it was all because of this one individual, William James Moriarty, an interesting fellow, although you have done your homework on him and his brothers, you weren't able to discover anything weird about them other than the fact they all made it out of a burning mansion with each other and nobody else, odd but not odd enough to tip you off. "I am! Just let me figure this out...And you're one to talk when you're always distracted by the brunette anyways", he says, not even turning around to face you, you were offended but couldnt deny the fact you've been interested in Albert but you've always focused on finding the brothers unlike Sherlock who has been focusing so much time on reading the newspapers about the crime lord or whatever, you understand it's important but not as important as the Moriartys quite literally sending a letter addressing the both of you, "Sherlock Holmes, we need to go", you say sternly, grabbing your coat and heading out in the dead of night, knowing Sherlock would follow you sooner or later.

Walking down the streets of London, you could hear the crawing of crows, really odd, they never craw unless there's danger-

Just as you were thinking about it, a dark figure runs past the alleyway beside you, you pause, realizing you should have never came out at might, especially not alone, you tried to brush it off, showing no fear as you walked back to the apartment, just as you were about to arrive safely, someone grabs you from behind, "Hey!-", "shh, be quiet if you will", the very much familiar voice hushes you, you try to remember whose voice it belongs to but fail to remember and just remain quiet. After a couple minutes of just standing there quietly, not making a sound, not that you could make much, the hand covering your mouth would muffle any sound you would make - the mysterious voice lets go of you, setting you free, you turn to look at the person and found a pair of green eyes staring back at you, "My apologies Mr L/n for having to cover your mouth like that, we couldn't have you screaming", "we?", just as you asked the question, you black out, probably due to the drug that was on Albert's gloves.

When you awoke, you were in a luxurious room, definitely more luxurious than what you could ever afford. You examined the room, still processing what had just happened and also trying to figure out whose manor you were in, it wasn't too hard to figure out it was the Moriarty's due to Albert being the last person you saw before passing out cold. You get up and walk around, examining things closer, of course you checked the windows first, removing the curtains and seeing if you could escape, unfortunately the windows are barred up in a way you wouldn't be able to escape even if you tried. You then checked the desk across from the bed, an ink pen, a few papers and also a candle were placed neatly ontop of said desk, making it look clean, 'this room is extravagant...', you thought to yourself, almost forgetting the fact that you were kidnapped, you shook your head and regained your composure, a knock on the door catches your attention as you quickly ran to the bed, pretending to still be asleep and hoping whoever walks in won't realize. "Hm?", a man's voice is heard, footsteps slowly walking beside the bed, "still asleep..?", he whispers to himself and not a moment later, footsteps are walking further and further away from you and the door is shut. As you thought you were in the clear, you opened your eyes, getting up, only to see Albert still standing in the room, a smile on his face as he notices your 'now awake' figure, "good evening Mr L/n", his smile stays the same as his head tilts a bit towards the left.

5 days have passed since you first arrived at the manor, the food has been exceptionally good, everything was set up in a way you could still enjoy yourself despite being kidnapped. It was now night time, you were reading a book and writing down some important things to do after you get out as Albert sits beside you, much of his attention is towards you. Suddenly, you hear someone entering the manor, as they speak, you can hear that it's clearly Sherlock, it seems Albert also heard as he is nervously fidgeting his fingers, "Y/n, forgive me", was all he says before grabbing your wrist, smudging your hand writing and pushes you onto the bed, "Albert?", you say in a confusing voice, why would he even push you onto the bed? "Do cooperate", he says before suddenly attacking your neck, licking it before biting down, "ACK!?", you try pushing him off but he's too strong, "shh", he says, still leaning on your neck, his nose brushing up against your neck gets you flustered, "Albert..! stop this!", you try to yell at him but his hand covers your mouth, muffling any sound from you, you eventually give up trying to fight back, hearing voices getting near the room, you try your best to stay quiet as Albert continues to mark your neck, "I heard some voices from here", "that was probably your imagination, please take your business downstairs, it is very impolite to barge into someone's room", you hear the voices of Sherlock and William, they seem to be fighting even if they're not raising their voices. The handle shakes, making your heart drop for a second but then you realized it's locked and the footsteps start fading into the distance. Albert finally looks at you, "did that scare you?", not knowing how to put it into words, you simply nod. Thinking this was over, you tried getting up, only to be blocked by Albert's body, his hand grabbing your wrist as you try to hit him, "my apologies but you're simply too delectable", was all he said before pushing you down yet again, undoing his tie with a smirk on his face.

"O-oh, good evening!", you stutter and blush a bit, embarrassed as you were caught in the act. Albert walks towards the bed, sitting on the bed and he apologizes, "I am very sorry to have to inconvenience you, I'm sure you and Mr Holmes have figured it out by now that...", he lets you finish the sentence, "that the Moriartys are the ones behind the lord of crime", "precisely", "that still doesn't explain why you kidnapped me all of a sudden", you demanded an answer, why would they keep YOU locked up and not Sherlock?, "It's obvious Mr Holmes cares for you but it's also obvious he'll do anything to stop my brother from doing the ultimate sacrifice, we need you to be a distraction as we can't allow our plan to be ruined", "so I'm a hostage?", "emm, if you put it like that..", he smiles nervously, not knowing what to say as you have figured out what he was trying to sugarcoat, "how long will i be held hostage?", "until the plan succeeds, at least a week and a half", "alright, you won't harm him in any way, right?", you ask with an intimidating expression, enough to make Albert a little more nervous, "we won't", "alright then, i'm okay with this, if you keep your promise".

With him being stronger, you had a hard time resisting against his lust but you would be lying if you said you didnt enjoy it even a bit, "A-Albert stop", "I'm sorry but i don't think i'll be able to, darling", as that nickname left his mouth, you melted a bit, the way he said it was full of lust, so inviting. The two of you were now so lost in lust, you couldn't even think anymore, did you want this? You had no answer to that question, too lost in the moment, "Y/n...please cry my name", he says just as he enters you, making you scream a bit, it was so sudden, you never even realized he had prepared you with his fingers just a few moments ago, your mind was just blank, "Albert..stop, stop this!", you cried out, you still took him so well, your hole just so tight around his cock, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, your hole was inviting him, your cock dribbling with pre-cum, "please..", you continue to moan, not caring if others could hear your noises, this felt so wrong, having sex with your kidnapper, with the man involved in a string of murders and disappearances.

His voice was angelic, even if he was a demon right now, his moans were delicate, his groans were turning you on more than you'd like to admit, "It'll be okay, we'll be together", is the only thing he says before pumping your hole full of his cum, with just a few more thrusts, you also came, your chest full of cum and so was your hole, "A-Albert...", was all you said, you start to feel a bit light headed, Albert was there to support you, he pulls out and watches his cum seeping out of your hole, you were so full of his seed, "I'll show you so much more, stay with me Y/n".

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Taglist: @secretivemessenger @jkloserdazai @devilswhore-emrys

Been so busy these past few days, i keep saying i'm busy but it's true i promise😭 my s/o's birthday was a few days ago and i prepared so many stuff i felt like i would pass out

#male reader #x male reader #vyrie's dark thoughts #moriarty the patriot #yuukuko no moriarty #albert james moriarty #bottom male reader

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ateezthings · 9 months

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SVT after an argument: Performance Unit

Angsty cz I'm in my svt delulu era, don't judge me

Pairings: each svt performance unit member x genderneutral reader (established relationship)

other units soon to come, 13 people is a lot

Warnings: angsty themes, walking around at night, arguments, fluffy endings though

Word count: 2,2 K

Songs to listen to while reading:

theory of a deadman – say nothing

lewis capaldi - before you go

taylor swift, bon iver - exile

jessie murph - pray

kyu - sanctuary

Jun

It wasn't rare that you and Jun had a quarrel but they never seemed to get quite as rough as this one. You both said things you didn't mean but knew would hurt the other person in the moment. After Jun raised his voice a bit, he realized it had gone too far, so he excused himself. Grabbing his coat, he was out of the apartment in no time. He wasn't able to look you in the eyes.

While taking a walk outside, he thought it all over. How it was nonsense that you two were fighting like this, over a thing that wasn't even worth mentioning. He'd never raised his voice in a argument with a partner before but you knew him too well, knew what to say to push his buttons.

It was dark outside and cars and street lights were illuminating the roads. Jun took his time because he wanted to sort this out with you with a clear head. He loved you after all and he wasn't willing to lose you over something so arbitrary.

After walking a few blocks his heart rate had calmed down, the heat in his head had faded and his forehead relaxed again. He knew it was time to go home.

He figured you were probably still awake but didn't know what state you were in, so he didn't want to startle you. He slowly opened the door.

"Y/N?"

There was no response.

Jun closed the door behind him and took off his shoes and jacket. All the lights were off, so maybe you had gone to bed after all?

"Y/N? Honey?" Still no response. Making his way into your living room, he saw a slight glint coming from the couch. You were sitting with your big headphones on, eyes closed. The TV showed you had paused a show and it was the only source of light in the room. Jun could hear the beats and melody coming from your headphones - you were listening to 'I don't understand but i luv you'.

After a few moments of watching you being so lost in the music, he approached you and carefully put his hand on your shoulder. You startled visibly, the headphones falling off your head.

"Jun?"

Even though it was dark he could tell you had been crying from your glistening eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shouldn't have raised my voice like that... I didn't mean what I said-"

He was interrupted by your hands on his cheeks, pulling his head towards your own. You kissed him.

After a few moments you pulled away.

"It's alright, Junie. I might not understand why we fought but I know that I love you... I love you so much."

There was a small smile on his lips, he realized he scored the jackpot with you.

"I love you too, Y/N" He took your hand in his.

Hoshi

Soonyoung tends to get a little agitated and hyperactive whenever he gets passionate, in a good and bad way. He knew that. And he thought you knew that.

This time though, it made you physically distance yourself from him a little. The argument you had was meaningless and pulled out of thin air. But for some reason, Soonyoung couldn't let it go. He was gesturingly wildly, raising his voice, trying to make you understand and explain his side.

"I can't argue with you like this anymore, Soonyoung... It's too exhausting."

For the first time he noticed the tired look in your eyes. Have you not been sleeping well?

"I'm sorry, Y/N... I'm sorry I'm exhausting."

"No, babe, that's not what I meant, it's not you, it's- ugh- I don't know- it's... I need to get some air." Before he could comprehend what was happening you had grabbed your coat and left the apartment.

"Wait, Y/N, it's dark outside, it's not safe! Please wait!" But the only sound that could be heard was the front door closing again.

He couldn't let you go out on your own at night. What if something happened to you? What if there were shady people out there? Within a minute he put his phone in his pocket, threw on his shoes and ran out the door to go after you.

...

Even though he was fast, Soonyoung couldn't immediately find you after leaving the house. That really scared him.

When he stepped out on to the street, he noticed a group of guys standing around a few buildings down. They yelled and bellowed, some were drinking beer. It seemed like they were all gathered around another smaller person who was standing in the middle. For a secound it seemed like the person in the middle was you. Soonyoung felt a shiver go down his spine. Even though they were bigger than him physically, Soonyoung approached the group. There was no way he'd let anything happen to you.

"Y/N?" With fast strides he made his way over to the group of guys. The closer he got, the more it looked like you being taunted by a bunch of big drunk guys. Soonyoung ran to where he thought you were.

"Y/N?! ... Hey! Stop, what are you doing to them?" He pushed some of the men away to get to you. That's when he saw, that it wasn't really you. It was another guy, long-haired, and he seemed fine. They were just playing a game, it looked like.

"Hey, what's your problem, man?"

Soonyoung was confused. "Oh, sorry, it seemed like- I was just looking for my partner."

The man right next to him looked at Soonyoung sceptically. "Get lost, weirdo."

Soonyoung retracted and went back into the direction of your house. Where could you have gone off to?

Soonyoung looked for you in every alley around your house, before he made his way back to the entrance of your house. When he opened the front door, he saw that the light in the backyard was on. Could it be...?

He opened the back door and there you were, sitting on the grass, a fluffy stray cat roaming around your feet.

"Y/N?"

"Hi, baby" You smiled when you saw him.

"Are you trying to kill me? Leaving like that? I looked for you all over, I was so worried." He plopped down onto the grass next to you. The cat inspected his shoes.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't think straight, I needed some fresh air... I'm really sorry, Soonie" You reached for his hand.

He let out a big sigh before putting his arms around you. "It's alright... But don't ever think about doing that again... I almost beat up a group of men out there because I thought you were being harassed by them."

You shot him an "are you sure about that"-look but he just cradled your head further into his chest.

"I'm just glad you're safe. And I'm sorry for how I acted earlier."

"It's okay, Soonie... I love you."

"Love you too, baby." He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Minghao

No matter how hard he tries to be composed and balanced, Minghao has an inner child like everyone. And in this particular fight with you, little Hao felt hurt by some things you said. So he said the one thing he knew would hurt you.

Minghao immediately regretted it but he was too overwhelmed to say anything.

"Get out" you said.

He wasn't sure if he heard you right.

"I said get out. I can't look at you right now."

Minghao was confused, he didn't think the fight was that serious. How did it escalate like that? After a few moments of gathering his thoughts, he slowly turned towards the front door.

"I'll be at the dorm, when you're ready..." His voice was only a whisper but he turned around again to look you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry, Y/N..." He didn't want you to reject him further which is why he grabbed his coat and phone and left.

...

When he arrived at the svt dorm, a few of the guys were there but he didn't feel like talking so he made his way to his room and closed the door.

He let himself fall onto the bed face first. Why couldn't he have just apologized to you properly? It wasn't that hard. He usually had no problem doing it.

His thoughts were still spinning when someone knocked on his door.

"Who is it?" Minghao really didn't feel like socializing at the moment, his voice severely muffled by the pillow he was laying on top of.

"It's Hoshi" He didn't even wait for Minghao's answer and jsut entered the room.

"Are you okay, buddy?" Hoshi sounded genuinely concerned.

Minghao finally turned around to face his older friend. "We had a fight... and it was stupid and we both got mad and I said things I didn't mean and then they told me to get out and so I did."

Hoshi took a seat on the bed. "That doesn't sound like you guys... Did you apologize? You know you can be a bit petty sometimes."

"Thanks, hyung, that's just what I needed."

"You know what I meant. Is a little argument really worth being in a bad mood for? And I can guarantee you, Y/N is also not feeling too great about this."

"I guess you're right... Maybe I should call them to apologize."

"We're about to start playing some drinking games in the living room, if you need me."

And with that, Hoshi withdrew from Minghao's room. He tried to remember the last time, his hyung seemed so compassionate but couldn't recall.

Minghao took out his phone and pressed the call button next to your number.

"Hao?"

"Hi baby... Y/N, I'm so sorry for what I've said earlier. I didn't mean any of it."

"So, you're not sorry?" Your voice sounded a bit amused.

"No, that part's true... I never meant of it to become this big thing and I'm sorry... Can I come home so we can talk about it? I miss you."

"Yeah... I miss you too, Hao. Please hurry."

And that he did.

Dino

You two didn't usually go to bed not having resolved an issue but this time it just kinda happened. You were both too tired to talk rationally and he had an early morning call time.

Dino knew he wasn't gonna let you sleep alone in your shared bed but he didn't have the guts to cuddle you yet. He didn't wanna leave you alone, yet he wanted to give you some space. After a while of going over the argument in his head and coming to the same conclusion - that he loved you nonetheless and he didn't want to continue fighting - his eyelids felt impossibly heavy and he fell into an exhausted sleep.

...

Dino was dragged out of his deep sleep by his alarm. He hurried to make it stop, worried it had woken you up as well. When he looked over to you, it seemed like it didn't disturb your slumber. As he looked at your sleeping figure, his gaze wandered around your face, your cute cheeks, your pretty nose, your kissable lips. Your whole face seemed so peaceful, so relaxed. It immediately made him feel more peaceful too.

After a few moments he snapped back to reality, he had a job to get to after all. He was gonna send you a good morning text from the car to promise that you'll talk it over when he got home that evening.

Right as Dino got up from your shared bed, he felt your warm fingers grab his wrist.

"Please, don't leave me"

Your sleepy voice almost broke his heart. Dino wasn't sure if you were fully awake yet since your position hadn't changed and your eyes were still closed.

He decided to cuddle up to you for a moment, your head underneath his chin, so he could really hold you close.

"I will never leave you, Y/N, you hear me? I will not, I will never." He whispered it into your hair.

You must've heard him since you cuddled even further into him. Dino pressed a short kiss on top of your head.

He didn't even care that his phone rang 3 times. So what if he was a little late for once? His hyungs were late all the time. You were more important to him right now.

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enhahooninurwindow · 2 months

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A Simple Apology to Reconnection

Pairing: heeseung x reader 🍓MASTERLIST

Genre: fluff, angst

Wc: 550+

Summary: As words unknown to Heeseung slipped from his mouth, you felt as if you were stabbed in the chest. Overtime, you both hope to fix everything.

Heeseung sat on the edge of his bed, staring at his phone screen with a mix of frustration and worry. The text messages he had sent to you, his girlfriend, remained unanswered, and it felt like an eternity since you both had last spoken. You had argued over something trivial, a misunderstanding blown out of proportion by emotions running high. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, trying to gather his thoughts. He knew he had to apologize properly, to make things right between you two. Standing up, he grabbed his jacket and decided to go see you in person. Maybe talking face-to-face would help clear the air.

He arrived at your apartment building and took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell. When you opened the door, he could see the pain in your eyes, and his heart sank. "Can we talk?" he asked softly. You hesitated for a moment before nodding and stepping aside to let him in. You sat down in the living room, and he started speaking, his words sincere and heartfelt. "I'm sorry, love. I know I messed up, and I shouldn't have said those things. I was upset, but that's not an excuse for hurting you." You listen quietly, your expression softening slightly as Heeseung spoke. You appreciated his apology but couldn't shake off the hurt you felt. "I know you're sorry, Heeseung. But sometimes words can't be unsaid," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. He nodded, understanding the gravity of his words. "I promise to do better, love. I'll work on controlling my temper and communicating more clearly with you. You mean everything to me, and I hate seeing you upset because of me." You looked at him, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, and a part of you wanted to forgive him instantly. But the pain of your argument still lingered. "I need some time, Heeseung," you admitted. "I need to process everything and figure out where we stand." Heeseung nodded again, respecting your need for space. "I understand. Take all the time you need. I'll be here, waiting for you." He reached out to hold your hand, his touch gentle and reassuring. Days passed, and he continued to give you the space you needed. He sent you occasional messages, not pressuring you for a response but letting you know he was thinking of you. He also made an effort to work on himself, reflecting on his actions and seeking ways to improve your relationship.

One evening, as Heeseung was about to head home from work, his phone buzzed with a text from you. "Can we meet for dinner tonight?" the message read. Heeseung's heart leaped with hope and anticipation as he quickly replied, "Of course, where should I meet you?" You both met at your favorite restaurant, and over dinner, you talked openly and honestly about your feelings. You expressed your concerns and doubts, and Heeseung listened attentively, promising to address each one. By the end of the evening, you had laughed together, shed a few tears, and most importantly, reaffirmed your love and commitment to each other. As you walked out of the restaurant hand in hand, he felt a sense of gratitude and determination. Your argument had been a wake-up call, a reminder of how precious your relationship was. He vowed to cherish you even more, to be patient, understanding, and always willing to work through your differences together.

#enhahooninurwindow #enhypen heeseung #enhypen #enhypen fluff #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #heeseung x reader #heeseung fluff #lee heeseung #heeseung imagines #heeseung enhypen #heeseung angst

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ivonhart · 4 months

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the moon | steven grant x fem werewolf!reader

+ marc spector & jake lockley

— chapter four

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summary: You've always hated the moon. Hated the way it made your body bend and break into a new form every month. Hated the way it tied you to one of the many gods of it. But you couldn't hate what the moon connected you to...who it connected you to.

!! chapter warnings !!: Previous su*cide attempt mentioned / Marc being a lil toxic :3

By the time you caught up to the area Steven was taken to, the sky grew dark and the moon rose high into the air. Despite the head start that the cultist had, you still managed to figure out where he was. The unseen tether that seemingly connected the two of you telling you where to go the moment you stepped out of his apartment.

That connection brought you and Layla to a secluded neighborhood. On the surface it simply looked like an active community; people communing within the main plaza with bright smiles as children ran around their legs with giggles of joy.

On the surface it looked like a pleasant environment…but with a closer look you took note of how their eyes lingered on any outsiders for too long, how they turned their back and whispered once they believed you were out of range…how they all shared the same scale tattoo. You finally made it to what you would say was the “main area.”

The building it was in reminded you of an old castle of some sorts. The exposed brick and chipped walls showing the wear and tear it experienced through the centuries. You and Layla managed to make your way into the building and when you got into the structure you saw Steven being surrounded by Harrow’s people. Circling him like a pack of wolves would do to a wounded deer. “Where is the Scarab?”

Adamant to get the attention away from Steven, you nodded to Layla before she raised her hand in the air and spoke. “I have it.” All eyes snapped towards Layla and the Scarab that she slowly brought back into her chest as the two of you slowly moved through the crowd. However, one pair of eyes was stuck on you. You could hear the slight skip in Steven’s heart and the hitch in his breath as his gaze bore into your soul.

Only mere hours before, the man watched as your body fell to the ground and became soaked with the blood that poured from the gunshot wound. A wound that no one would be able to walk away from. Yet here you stood…a tad worse for wear…but alive. You had to tear your eyes away from him in fear that you would break away from Layla and run to him. Wanting…needing to feel his warmth wrapped around your body to calm not only him down, but you as well.

“You couldn’t possibly understand the value of what you’re holding.” The closer the two of you got to the man, the more his people were able to surround you, making the hair on the back of your neck rise. “Let me have that, I’ll keep it safe.”

“About time you found us.” The god sneered over your shoulder as Layla turned to Steven. “Why would you bring the Scarab here…you idiot dog!” Both you and Steven flinched at his outburst and you tired focusing on Layla who pleaded for Steven to summon the suit. But, like you, he could hear the curses from the god.

“Summon the soup?” Steven’s question dripped in confusion. Why would he summon soup? What would soup do? What kind of soup? With a hushed curse you finally blocked out Khonshu and grabbed hold of Steven’s hand. “We have to run.” With Layla ahead making quick work of anyone who got in her way, you managed to pull Steven inside a storage room with Layla not far behind.

The moment all three of you were inside, you and Layla bolted the door. When you knew the door was secure you finally allowed yourself to hunch over with a groan. One of your hands grasping the area where you had been shot. Pain, phantom or not, shooting through your body from the movements. “Oh, my God. I’m going to die in an evil magician’s man cave.” The sound of Steven’s panicked voice brought you back to the situation at hand. “And you…” The man’s wide eyes eyed you up and down in terror. “Y-You got shot. You died!”

You could hear the sound of his heart smashing against his ribs as he grew more and more panicked. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! It rattled your already unfocused mind, making your ears almost ring. “Look…Steven. I’m…I’m different. I work for Khonshu because of how different I am.” Your words came out in between heavy breaths as you struggled to find the right words. “I can’t explain it right now, but the bullet didn’t affect me like it would a normal person because of certain things.”

The sudden pounding from the other side of the storage door caused Layla to march her way to Steven. With a harsh yank, the woman pulled his attention to her. “Listen to me. Your name is Marc. There’s a suit.” You tried to intervene, but she shook the man with panic, cutting off any chance where you could butt in.

SMASH! SMASH! SMASH! You could now smell the sweat that was forming in his palms and the unsteady breathing that ripped past his throat. “Where the hell are you, Marc?! We need you to fight.” You watched as Steven’s eyes latched on the mirror behind you. Marc. You believed he was talking to him by the rate in which both his breathing and heart rate went up. Knocking your brain around from the flood of sounds and smells.

Just like you, Steven was getting overwhelmed which caused him to fall to his knees with a shout. “LEAVE ME ALONE, BOTH OF YOU!” His screams managed to break through the fog that was clouding your brain and you were quick to kneel down in front of him. Your hands moved to grasp his that were clutched over his ears. “Steven.”

His eyes were wide and distant as his breathing grew more and more frantic. He was going to go into a panic attack if you didn’t act quickly. The pounding on the door and the yells from Layla made your body grow hot as you tried to figure out what to do. The wolf scratching in the depths of your head out of anxiety. She wanted to get out. SMASH! SMASH! SMASH!

Without much thought, you smashed your lips onto his. The man’s hands dropped to his sides and yours slid down to cup his cheeks after you did. The pounding on the door grew quiet and the rattling in your head stood still as your lips molded together. What felt like minutes was, in reality, only a few seconds and when you pulled away the man softly spoke your name.

Slowly, your eyes opened and you looked at his now softened ones. “There you are…” Your words barely passed your lips with how quiet you spoke. The gentle stroke of your thumbs on Steven’s cheek slowed the man’s heart down as you continued to speak; your long nails occasionally hitting his puffy lips with each caress. “I know you are scared…confused…” The pounding on the door grew more intense, causing all three of you to tense up. Steven tried to look over but you kept a firm hold on his face. Your eyes pleading whilst looking into his. “You need to give Marc the body. Please.”

Unfortunately, before the man could utter a response the door finally gave away, allowing the Jackals to finally get in. One for Steven and one for you. What happened next was a blur; one second you were holding Steven and the next you were knocked to the ground by one Jackal whilst Steven fell from the back window thanks to the second one. With a harsh growl you looked up at the Jackal as your eyes fazed white.

After you managed to take care of the Jackal in the building, you found out from Layla that Steven had run off. You knew better though; you could smell Marc in the air. Him and Steven both shared the same cologne smell, but each had their own unique scent that you could distinguish.

You did a quick once over on Layla to make sure she was alright before taking down Marc. It took you a few minutes before you finally tracked the man down to find him in a vacant courtyard. “Marc…” His name came out breathless as you jogged over to him. He was facing away from you and when you got closer you took note of the damaged mirror that was there.

“Where is the Scarab!?” The man’s hands latched onto your arms in an instant, causing you to yelp. “WHERE IS THE SCARAB!?” Marc’s eyes were wide with frustration as he shook you. “I DON’T KNOW!” You shouted back before shoving him away; a small growl unintentionally passing your lips at the harsh contact.

The man shouted in anger as he started pacing back and forth. His hands running through his hair. “Fuck, I cannot believe you!” Your eyebrows shot up as he continued. “I can’t fucking BELIEVE you let Layla get into this.”

“Excuse me?!” You snapped back with a scoff. He was angry. He didn’t mean it. What was he saying? You stomped towards him. “I didn’t do anything–”

“EXACTLY!” Marc spun to you with heavy uneven breaths. “You didn’t fucking do anything. You didn’t do the only thing you’re here for. You didn’t protect Steven.” His words felt like a punch to your gut and before you could fight back a bitter laugh fell past his lips as he hung his hand on his hip.

“And now Layla is mixed into all of this and we know she’s not going to let it go and Harrow most definitely has the Scarab.” A nasty growl ripped through the air as you barked back at him. “You’re the one that didn’t let Steven in on all of this. You’re the one that left your damn burner phone at Steven’s place for him to find. I have been doing all I can to make sure Steven is protected.” You took a step forward and shoved your finger into his chest. “You’re the one that’s too fucking stubborn and look where it got you. Got us.”

Marc’s jaw tensed up before he moved his face closer to yours. “There is no us. There will never be an us." Suddenly, the man grabbed your hand that pointed at him and exposed the scars that ran up your arm. Messy, uneven lines that bore a striking resemblance to that of a wolf’s claw.

“There is no us because you should’ve killed yourself that day.” All the air was pulled from your lungs as the words left his mouth. His grip grew tight. “Everything would’ve been so much easier if Khonshu didn’t make you serve him.” He yanked you closer with a sneer, causing a whimper to escape you. Tears formed on your lashes as you turned away from him. Like Marc’s sensitivity to his mother, you had a sensitivity to the reason behind your scars. And he knew that. “But he did and now I’m stuck with you.”

Marc could feel Steven trying to gain control…feel the way Steven was desperate to console you. Marc didn’t mean it. You were everything to him…and that was why he had to make distance from you. The kiss you shared with Steven shook him to his core. Finally being able to feel your lips on his, even if it was through Steven it made him realize just how much he cares for you. How much he loves you. So he had to do this. He had to make distance.

“Marc…please don’t push me away.” Marc’s breath hitched in his throat at your soft words. Your broken words. Even after all he just said you still held on. Despite the sobs that came from you and your inability to meet his eyes, you still pleaded to him. Still knew him…inside and out. The man ignored the shouts from Steven as he pulled away and without another word he was gone. Leaving you to fall to your knees with sobs over the words that he said.

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dior-and-dietcoke · 2 years

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—MY BABY LIVES IN SHADES OF BLUE

BATTINSON + FEM!READER

18+, angst, fluff, breeding, reader has a slight mental breakdown, choking, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, petnames, daddy kink, praise kink, slight degradation, sizekink, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, characters are over 18, readers skin color is not mentioned

Your husband Bruce has been neglecting you due to his work of being a vigilante, though you understand how busy he was, you just wanted him to acknowledge you.

I finally wrote something I like again wooah

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Bruce was out all night, you waited and waited for him until you finally fell asleep.

You suddenly woke up in the middle of the night, 2:30 to be exact. You woke up because of loud slamming and crashing from downstairs..did someone break in?

Probably not, it was probably just Bruce being Bruce. But you decided to go look anyway because you wanted to see, and greet him. Maybe even beg him to come to bed like every night he comes home, but it never works, he always tells you that he is too busy..he hasn't slept in weeks, unless the quick naps he took when he passed out at his desk in that dark and wet cave..

You got out of bed, didn't even bother putting on clothes. You were only in your white underwear, but you knew that no one would care to see you that way. besides the only people in the manor were you and Bruce right now, since Alfred wasn't home because of that freak that tried to kill Bruce. Another thing that pained your heart, you were always worried that he might not come back one night..

You got to the small balcony in the middle of the stairway where you could see Bruce making an absolute mess of the living room, evidence was scattered all over the place, with spray paint all over the floor infront of the fire place.

It was a rare, weirdly hot but wet night, you couldn't figure out why Bruce would light up the fire place when you were already sweating in your underwear.

"Bruce.." you spoke softly, looking down at him. His head whipped to you, looking you up and down like he's never seen you before. If Bruce could properly express his feelings he would say that anytime he sees you it feels like the first time..it might be because he doesn't get to see you that often.

"Angel..why are you up?" He asked, still not getting up from the floor.

The sweet nickname always made you feel warm inside, especially when you know that he literally sees you as an angel, a sweet angel to lighten up his life whenever he has the time to be with you.

"kinda hard when my husband is making so much noise and isn't in my bed" you smiled down at him, placing your hand on the wood of the balcony.

"I'm sorry." He looked back at the pictures and placed them in specific orders and you felt a hole of pain seep through your heart as you heard him apologize. you walked down the last set of stairs and then held the pillar to just keep on watching your Beautiful husband.

"Just please.." you paused and Bruce already knew what you were going to ask, it pained him that you both already knew the answer

"Could you just come to bed?" You asked quietly and lacking any confidence that you normally posess.

Bruce turned his head to you and quietly shook his head

"I..I can't, angel..I'm so close to solving everything..just wait for me a little longer"

it hurt Bruce more than anything to see you so pained and lonely, you deserved the world and all the love he could possibly give you but it was hard to give you his endless affection when he was so busy..

You looked down and nervously played with the bow in the middle of your prettiest bra. He got you these bra and panties, but he never actually got to fully see you in it because of his constant absence.

"Please..just.." you took a deep shaky breath "I need you with me tonight." The loneliness you felt was tearing you apart, you were waiting for him everyday and night. The last time you saw him was when he was getting ready for the mayor funeral, he didn't even ask you to come with him. You only found out that he was going through Alfred..and as you wanted to get ready, he was already halfway out the door.

Bruce saw the tears welling up in your eyes as you tried to not break in front of him. Bruce stood up and walked over to you, placing his big and rough hands on your soft and delicate cheeks "look at me, angel." He demanded softly and you slowly looked at him, your tears were already running down your face and into his palm. "I'm sorry.." he breathed again.

You heard it too many times now..it was getting old

you knew how bad your husband was at expressing his feelings but it was starting to hurt.

"I'm sorry that I can't be with you as much as I should be.." he pulled your beautiful face closer until your foreheads were touching

"I promise that it'll get better..just..not right now"

You sniffled and shook your head "but Bruce.." you looked up at him with your sadness and pain very evident on your face, it tore Bruce's heart apart. It was beyond painful to see his angel like this, the one thing that he swore to keep safe and happy as long as he lives.

"I need you tonight..just tonight, please.."

Your voice quivered, and your bottom lip trembled. You didn't even let Bruce tell you the same thing again, you couldn't hear it again when you know both of you need eachother, especially right now. You got on your tippy toes and just kissed him, like you've never kissed him before, the small kiss felt like he could feel all your pain, love, affection and lust. The way you missed him, yearned for him.

"Please just.." you kissed him again, slipping your tongue into his mouth as he opened it "touch me, kiss me, feel me..just.." you pulled away and stared right into his sould "love me, Bruce."

That finally broke all of him down. He knew how bad he had treated you, he didn't even come up to check on you, in these 2 weeks you've only seen him once..and you live in the same house for fucks sake.

Bruce picked you up to just get on his knees again and place you onto the floor and just keep on kissing you, trying to show you that he still loves you just as much as the first time he saw you, if not more.

"My pretty baby..you deserve the world.." he mumbled between kisses "i'm so sorry..I neglected you.."

His fingers traced his fingers down your tummy slowly sliding them into your silk panties

You gasped at his fingers making contact with your hot and sweaty skin "b-bruce.." you moaned as you felt his index and middle finger slide along your wet pussy lips.

"Shh..I know, I got you.."

He whispered into your ear before softly kissing the side of your head. You whimpered when his thumb began circling your sensitive and swollen clit, you've missed him being so near to you, it was making you cry again.

But you were happy, you were happy that he was loving you, touching you or even just acknowledging you.

"I love you.." you said quietly, grabbing onto his shoulders and pressing you further into your body, wanting to feel all of his warmth. "I love you too..fuck, I love you so much, you have no idea" he responded, looking into your teary eyes again. his sudden emotional response shoked you, this was unusual..

"I think about you every night I'm away, I can never keep my thoughts away from you..even if I try..I can't think of nothing but you.."

He leaned down to kiss your cheek "even if I don't show it..I love you so fucking much." You smiled as hot tears rolled down your even hotter cheeks, Bruce slid his fingers inside of you and couldn't hold his groans back anymore once he felt the warmth of your welcoming pussy around his fingers and saw you spreading your legs wider for him.

"Everytime I look at you..I think to myself" he took a deep breath and started moving his fingers "what did I do to deserve this angel?"

To you the question was easily answered but to him, it was the hardest mystery he has ever come across.

Your hands caressed his neck as you moaned and looked him into his beautiful yet melancholic eyes that you adored so much. He was talking but you could barely hear him over the approach of your orgasm washing over your whole body, making you grip his neck harder and push him closer into you with your legs around his waist.

Your head was thrown back, mouth hanging open as silent squeaks escaped your throat before you let your moans out.

Bruce watched you intently as you came on his fingers, he felt your pussy convulse and throbb around his digits. "Good girl..let go for me" he praised as he was kissing your forehead and sliding his fingers in and out of your squelching pussy. You smiled again and hugged him tighter against you.

"Pretty girl..my pretty girl" Bruce mumbled, a little posessive. But you liked it, loved it even.

You're so happy to feel wanted, to finally feel his love again.

As Bruce was sliding his fingers out you, he kept his eyes on you the entire time.

The way you were beautiful to him no matter what you did was already breathtaking but seeing you cumming was always like he was looking god straight in the eyes.

To him, you truly were holy.

You looked back at him and caressed the sides of his handsome face with your hands "I..I want more of you..please"

You truly didn't care that you sounded selfish, you just cared about Bruce's warmth surrounding you.

Bruce let out a quick and soft chuckle "who am I to deny my angel.." you found his statement quite ironic but you smiled and kissed him again while his fingers grabbed the sides of your panties to pull them off you, soon after his hands fumbled his belt and pants open. You hungrily moved your soft lips against his, teeth sometimes clashing and tongues slipping.

You were so lost in the kiss that you completely forgot what the two of you were about to do, that you let out a sharp gasp followed by the most erotic moan he has ever heard.

"Everything alright, love?" He asked just to make sure you were still okay with this.

You obviously nodded and smiled at him "yes.." you breathed and bucked your hips into his freed cock.

You couldn't even count the many nights you have spent thinking about your husband as you were alone laying on your California sized bed, fingers stuffed deep inside your cunt. thinking about how good he could fuck you, how good he could make you cum..

You hugged your arms around his neck and whispered into his ear

"i've missed you..daddy"

Bruce tensed up at the name that you used to call him in the start of your relationship, you were calling him daddy in your marriage too but..

you didn't get the chance to do it as much.

"That name.." he kissed your cheek again "i've missed hearing it" his hands found your hips "I thought about you calling me daddy a lot.."

you hummed and began to slowly grind your hips against his achingly hard cock, making his grip on your hips tighten, and force a low groan errupt from his chest

"I want.." you gasped, feeling him against your cunt "want it inside me, daddy"

Bruce straightened his back and slowly pushed the tip of his cock past the fat of your pussy lips and steadily sliding deeper inside of the wet warmth of your cunt, letting out those hot deep moans that you could never get enough of. Feeling the delicious stretch of him inside of you again after 2 months was sending you straight to heaven.

Bruce wasn't far from it either, the tight grip your cunt had on him was always the closest thing he'd ever feel to heaven, and seeing your thighs shake and tremble around his waist was just the cherry on top.

"Look at me, baby..look at me.." he huffed after his cock filled you to the brim, ending up with you feeling so full and safe as his thumb lovingly caressed your hips to ease the pain a little.

You looked at him with his head thrown back, feeling him just right up to your cervix, he was so fucking big..you could always just cum from the stretch alone, especially when you were still so fucking sensitive from your previous orgasm. You whined and cried before you began to grind your hips against him, needing to feel more of him

"M-move..daddy.." you bit your lip and kept grinding against him until his big hands gripped your hips harder to stop them from moving.

Bruce then softly put his Hand around your throat "is this okay?" He asked quietly, as if he was embarrassed..you thought it was absolutely adorable, because it was a rare sight to see your stoic and dominant husband be embarrassed..

You nodded with your bottom lip tucked between your teeth

"do it harder.."

"Don't say something like that.." Bruce mumbled, but you still felt his cock twitch inside you.

"Don't say what?" You smiled and caressed his forearm, teasingly

"That I want you to choke me harder and treat me like your little slut?"

Then he finally did as you asked—practically begged him to. His hand tightened around your throat, forcing a gasp out of you.

"Like that?" He asked through gritted teeth, slowly rolling his hips into yours, not even letting you answer. "Ngh— ah!..fuck..yes" you moaned, actually making Bruce slightly smile. It was easy for you to make him smile but it was even easier when you submitted do easily by just gripping your throat

"Y-you feel so good, daddy!" You cried out "harder!" You whined to which Bruce chuckled "needy baby.."

Was the last thing he said before he slammed into you over and over again with his one hand on your throat, gripping you tightly. And his other holding one of your thighs, Keeping you open for him.

In this moment it felt like nothing mattered except you. Except you and him..Bruce actually felt calm and relaxed inside of your warm and wet cunt. As weird as that may sound, it was just that intimate moments like that with you made him actually happy.

"I missed you so much, Bruce.. "

"I missed you too..angel.."

Bruce knew he would fall for you the second he laid eyes on you..you were just so kind, loving and obviously breathtakingly beautiful. You were the warm light in the cold darkness of Gotham..an angel

You were his escape in his fucked up life, it was like all bad things were no more when he was in the safety of your arms.

"Princess..i'm gonna cum..real fucking soon" Bruce groaned gripping your throat a little tighter. The feeling of him having complete control over you made a spark of electricity lighten up inside you and going straight to your clit.

You whimpered and felt Bruce speed his thrusts up and felt him his your g-spot over and over again, forcing more shiny and beautiful tears to run down your face, making your already smudged makeup run down your face. But you looked no where near ugly..Bruce might even say angelic as ever.

"I-inside, Bruce! Inside!" You both knew you weren't on birth control, but neither of you cared at the moment.

"You want me to fuck a baby into you?" Bruce groaned, looking down at your beautiful and messy face, watching you nod frantically before opening your mouth wide open as you threw your head back onto the floor.

Bruce felt your pussy throb around him, pushing him further to the edge. Your arms tried grabbing at anything they could as you chased your high. Bruce sped his thrusts up, so you could reach it faster. Even though watching you lose and find it back again was truly a sight to see, he didn't want to let you suffer any longer than you already had to.

"Fuck~!"

You sobbed, his cock was hitting all of the right spots inside of your needy pussy. Your thighs clenched around his hips as the familiar fire was pooling in your lower stomach before a hard wave of overwhelming pleasure swept over your entire body. The orgasm he gave you was almost scary once Bruce's cock throbbed alongside your pussy.

"It's okay, baby..cum for me.." you looked beyond ethereal in the light of the fireplace lighting up both of your figures in a beautiful hue. Even though you came he didn't stop fucking into you as hard as before, making your whole body shake. The overstimulation hurt, but it hurt in a good way. In the way that forced another orgasm to approach

"Gonna cum a-again, Bruce! G-gonna cum!" You chanted as your nails scratched Bruce's back open, it was just too much for you to handle, but he lived for the feeling of your sharp and manicured nails in his back. "Yeah, angel..cum on my cock, good girl—" Bruce's breath hitched at how beautiful you looked as he fucked you through your second orgasm. He couldn't stress this enough, you are so ethereal. Your body, your face, your very soul.

Bruce held your hips in place with both hands, letting you breathe properly as he fucked harder and harder into you until he felt his orgasm suddenly crash over him and you felt his hot cum spill deep inside you, you could swear you could feel it in your tummy.

Bruce moaned and huffed a few times as his fingers probably bruised the sides of your hips, both of you have something to remind you of this night, the next time you two feel lonely. Though nothing compares to actually having him touch and be inside you.

Bruce pulled out and laid next to you onto the spray paint covered floor, in the middle of all of the evidence.

You rolled over and laid your head on his chest, just listening to his fast heartbeat..

"I.." he began but trailed off and continued to breath heavily

You smiled happily and kissed his jaw "it's okay baby.." Bruce grabbed your jaw to pull you back up and kiss you, it caught you by surprise but you welcomed every single gesture by him

"I love you."

He softly mumbled against your lips, before kissing you again.

You were in heaven right now..but once again it hit you, you should probably let him keep working..you were about to stand up and leave but Bruce grabbed your wrist "where do you think you're going?" He softly chuckled and you laughed "you gotta work don't you?" Bruce sighed and looked around him, remembering his duties..

You kissed his jaw again and stood up, holding his hand "take a shower, angel..you got spray paint all over your back" he pointed out and kissed your knuckles, you looked at the ground and saw that half of the question mark was missing. You quietly apologized but Bruce shook his head and slowly stood up as he picked up your panties from the floor just to kneel down again and wait for you to step in them for him to pull them up your legs.

The two of you quietly stared at eachother for a while, but it wasn't awkward in any way. The thing with you two was, you didn't need to talk..silence was calming for the two of you. And you understood eachother without words, as cliche as that sounds.

"I'll be done soon enough, angel..just wait for me a little more" he said and kissed your thigh.

You nodded and ran your hands through his soft hair "I will always be here waiting for you.." you smiled softly.

But it made Bruce's heart hurt, hearing you say something like that so casually.

You noticed the hurt in his face and kneeled down infront of him as your fingers kept gently running through his hair "it's okay..just..try to say hello more often at least, promise?" Bruce kissed your hand "promise."

You two shared another deep and sweet kiss again before you stood back up. "Now go get that freak, baby" you said sweetly and walked away, still holding his hand and slowly letting it go with each step.

Bruce watched you leaving and could still not comprehend how he deserved you..

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moonlight1110 · 4 months

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Warming up to you ♡

Ghost x Reader; College!au fluff miniseries

Tags: VERY quick reads, far from canon Simon, fluff, strangers to lovers?!!!, college!au

PART: 1 , 2 , 3 , 4 , 5

"Hey, why weren't you in class today? Did something happen?"

Sent 2:03pm

"Sorry I couldn't be in class, feeling sick today :/ I'll make up for it though, I promise"

Sent 2:10pm

"That's not the problem you should be worrying about right now. Do you have medicine or food?"

Sent 2:10pm

"Not much, but I'm making do with some water and a sandwich LOL"

Sent 2:16pm

"Hang tight, I'm on my way"

Sent 2:17pm

You furrow your brows at his last text message, not really understanding what he meant. You lived in an apartment building a few blocks away from your college but you didn't remember telling him that detail when you first met...

The assignment was coming to an end, and your early efforts with working on it were paying off since only some minor parts were left, it gave you some time to breathe in-between the work you were also juggling with other classes.

Thoughts of the assignment were quickly brushed away the moment you heard knocking on your door. "Coming..." Your voice was hoarse as you replied, trying your best to reach the door as quickly as possible.

"Jesus, you look rough" Simon scoffs upon seeing your messy hair and a thick blanket wrapped around your body. "You don't have to say it out loud... Come in" you shoot him a glare as you step aside, allowing him to enter your apartment with a small plastic bag in hand.

"How did you even know I live here... I don't think I've ever told you that information..." You squint at him, waiting for his answer. "You didn't tell me but you've certainly told your friends, I listen" his response was quick, almost like he knew you would ask that question.

"Okay... So what do you have in there?" You pointed to the plastic bag he set down on the coffee table, it looked heavy and you couldn't really figure out the silhouette of the items inside.

"I bought you medicine," he starts, pulling out the items one by one.

Cough medicine, pain killers, flu medicine

"And I bought you some real food, can't have you living off of a sandwich when you're sick" he takes the final item out, it was a meal pack, a good looking one at that.

"Oh, wow— you didn't have to do this..." You replied with a stifled cough as you covered your mouth, walking over to him. "Wanted to" he chuckled, looking over to you with concern in his eyes. He didn't need to say it out loud but you could feel he was worried about you.

You smiled, between the pain that was pulsing in your head and the dryness of your throat, you felt warm and tingly all over from Simon's gesture...

"Now let's get you to bed so you can rest up"

You were surprised at how caring he was being... But bits of his personality were really uncovered throughout the course of working on the assignment with him. A full month of working together and it really seemed like Simon was starting to get out of his shell, but only with you though.

He couldn't deny that you were really growing on him and he was starting to develop a soft spot for you.

You walked into your room, plopping down on the bed with a tired groan as you hugged your blanket close to you. Simon followed shortly after with a glass of water and a capsule in hand.

"Drink this before you lay down"

You nod and drink the medicine as he helped you drink the water, bringing the glass to your lips and tipping it slowly so you wouldn't have a hard time.

"Now move over—" he walked to the other end of your bed, starting to climb up on it. "What...?" You ask, a little dumbfounded as the bed creaked and dipped from his weight. "Move over, I'm gonna help you sleep" he replied ever so nonchalantly as he moved closer to you.

You blink at him, almost convinced he was joking, but his position on the bed said otherwise. "Come here, you need t'rest up" he was holding his arms out, a silent invitation for you to cuddle up to him.

You felt your face burn red as you slowly followed his instructions, laying your head down on the muscle of his arm as you faced his chest. "Y-you don't think this is too much, do you?" You look up at him, Simon could see the blush painted on your cheeks and it made his chest swell with a feeling he knew he was developing for you.

"No, do you?" He retorted, his arms slowly snaking around your back and pulling you closer to him, your chest now flush with his stomach and your head pressed against his chest. "Now shut up and sleep, can't have my partner bailing out on me 'cause of a cold" he closes his eyes but continues to rub your back in soothing circles, making you chuckle at the difference between his words and his actions.

"You'll catch my cold though..."

"I don't catch colds, now sleep"

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gepardstitties · 1 year

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Frozen in Time

(oneshot, Gepard x y/n)

Summary: Gepard rescues you from the eternal freeze and you wake up in his apartment???

Genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff

cw: implied sui attempt, a little bit of spice

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It's cold. Bitterly cold. The glacial wind whips at your face, the snow blinding you. You've never faced the eternal freeze without your uniform before. You now understand just how much of a difference that uniform makes. The cold seeps into body, making it more and more difficult to move. You keep pushing on. You need to get away from... from what happened. You'd rather be frozen solid and numb then have to deal with this pain alone.

Suddenly you feel the cold on your face, but not like before. You seem to be completely submerged in the snow. Did you... fall? You feel your vision leaving you, your body going numb. You hear faint voices approaching in the distance.

"Captain! Over here! There's somebody buried in the snow!"

"Is that- is that y/n!?"

The incredulous voice of the Captain is the last thing you hear before all your senses fade to black.

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You're eyes flutter open gently, momentarily blinded by the warm light of the room. You scan your surroundings. Where am I? The apartment is neat and organized, and the faint smell of vanilla wafts through the air. The window is slightly cracked, allowing you to hear the bustling sounds of the Administrative District at night.

Suddenly, the door across the room opens, releasing a cloud of steam. From within the steam, a broad figure emerges. You're struck by fear. What is this person going to do to you?? He comes closer and his features become more apparent. Soft, tousled blond hair, slightly damp from the shower. Towel wrapped around his waist. Water droplets dripping down his bare chest and outlining the contour of his defined abs. And his eyes- those deep pools of sky blue, staring down at you with surprise and concern. C- Captain Gepard???

"Oh, you're awake!" He flushes awkwardly, "My apologies, let me go get some clothes on!"

He rushes out of your sight and into what you assume to be his bedroom. The reality of your situation finally sinks in. One moment you were freezing to death in a snowbank, and the next you were face to face with a dripping wet, SHIRTLESS Captain Gepard Landau. Thank Qlipoth the frostbite didn't kill you.

He emerges from the bedroom, a soft t-shirt hanging off his muscular frame. You've never seen him dressed so casually before. Mind you, you've never even seen him off duty before. He crosses the room to sit next to you on the couch. You move to sit up, but he presses his hand to your chest, gently keeping you from moving.

"Don't move! You still have frostbite! You were out in that cold for a really long time..."

You look away, feeling a pang of guilt for worrying your Captain.

"Captain I'm... I'm sorry for worrying you that way. I know you have more pressing issues to deal with."

"You don't need to feel guilty, y/n. Protecting people is never a waste of time. And you don't need to call me captain here," he smiles, "call me Gepard."

"Ok Ca- I mean, Gepard!"

He laughs warmly. "That's more like it," he chuckles. "Are you warm enough in those clothes? Do you need a blanket?"

You look down at yourself and freeze. Soft cotton t-shirt, warm sweatpants- THESE AREN'T YOUR CLOTHES. A furious blush spreads across your cheeks, no, your whole entire body.

"Is something the matter?"

"D- did you... change me??"

"Well I couldn't just leave you there in those sopping wet clothes. I tried my best not to look, I promise." Now he starts to blush too. "I'll uhh... I'll go make you some tea!"

Gepard gets up awkwardly and disappears into the kitchen. You're left alone with your thoughts. Alone in that cold, cold blizzard. Trying desperately to escape the memories.

Those memories...

A single tear escapes your eye and soon you have no control over yourself. Tears stream down your cheeks and your breath catches in your throat. This is why you ran into the Eternal Freeze. To escape these unbearable feelings, or maybe just to not feel anything at all, or maybe even-

Gepard returns with your tea. He freezes in the doorway. "Y/n!" As if by instinct, he rushes over to your side and sweeps you into his arms. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

You can't even answer through the tears, so you just keep crying. He holds you tight, waiting until you're ready to talk. His presence is sturdy and calming. He smells warm, like vanilla and something you can't quite put your finger on. You relax into his chest and manage a small "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to apologize," Gepard soothes, "all that matters to me is your safety. You don't have to talk about it if you don't feel comfortable, but I hope one day you can trust me enough to confide in me for matters of this sort."

"Why do you care so much? I'm just a low level recruit..."

He pulls you closer into his chest, resting his head on yours. "I've been noticing you since the very first day of your training, y/n. You're strong. Even if you don't realize. You make everyone around you feel safe. All I want is to do the same for you."

Tears threaten to fall from your eyes again.

"G- Gepard..."

"Shh," Gepard says gently. "You're safe here. No matter what. I promise."

Here in Gepard's arms, everything seems to stand still. Or maybe...

You're frozen in time.

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a/n: This is my first fic, I really hope you like it! Gepard is so precious I love him sm udehgpiuahfvjbarfkbvgad

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cybercupidwrites · 8 months

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He makes me laugh (Part 3)

pairings: Jess Mariano x fem! Reader

warnings: language(?), pregnant teen reader, insecurities, fight, not proofread!

Words: 2064

Author’s note: Hi friends! It’s been a while but here is the next part of the story again i am so sorry for taking this long to finish it. I hope you’re life has been doing great since we’ve last chatted. I hope you enjoy the story, i know it’s not that good but i will try harder on the next part!

You don’t even care about the fight anymore, it was so stupid anyways.

You’d just gotten to Luke’s after your shift at Doose’s market, when you and Jess started arguing. Arguments these days consisted of the same thing, he was jealous of your friendship with Dean and you were jealous of his friendship with Rory. You both just couldn’t seem to understand that both of you guys were just friends with the other person. Sometimes there’d even been times when Rory and Dean were involved themselves, this was one of those times. You found Jess and Rory upstairs too close for your comfort. They weren’t doing anything, you’d just already been having a bad day and this irked you. Jess told you there was nothing going on, but you didn’t care, honestly all you wanted at the moment was for her to get out so you could be with Jess. So when Rory piped in to also confirm nothing had been going on you snapped at her and asked her if she’d like if you were that close to Dean, alone in a closed room, when she didn’t respond you told her to get out. Jess told you that you were being mean and that if she was leaving he was too, because ‘you were being over dramatic about nothing’. You were too mad to follow after him and stayed upstairs. After a couple of minutes you started to cry. When you calmed down a little you didn’t feel like being upstairs anymore and decided you wanted to go to your apartment, lay down and just forget the whole day even happened and deal with it tomorrow. Unfortunately Luke saw that your face was all puffy and told you to sit down. You did as you were told and tried to stay calm but as soon as Luke asked if you were okay you started crying all over again. Luke being Luke told everyone to get out and told you to tell him everything. You tried to tell him it was nothing, just pregnancy hormones. He told you that he knew you were lying because he saw Jess leave angrily.

“So he did leave with her huh?” You wiped away your tears and tried breathing normally again, “who? Rory? No, Jess told her something and walked away from her.” You nodded your head and you started to feel guilty. “She’s a nice girl, Rory. I don’t know why I'm so jealous of her, but I am. I don’t know what it is but I know she likes Jess and I know she’s with Dean but she likes him, Luke, I know she does. I just need to know if Jess feels the same, but all he says is that they’re just friends but it's not reassuring to me. I feel so stupid. This whole thing makes me feel stupid.” You sigh loudly and try to laugh everything off. “How do you know she likes him? What if you’re wrong?” You shake your head at Luke, “I’m not. She looks at Jess the same way she used to look at Dean, I barely noticed the change recently. I saw them talking on the bench in the square one day while I was at work, and I felt so incredibly jealous, I mean I’d felt jealous before, but this time it was different and I couldn’t really tell why at first until I realized she was looking at Jess the same way I do. That kind of hurt and I tried not to make a big deal of it, but I couldn't figure out if Jess was looking at her differently or not. And that’s when I really hurt my own feelings.” Luke looks at you sympathetically, and tries to give you a small smile, “Is that what you were fighting about today? Is that what you usually fight about?” You nod your head and look away, “Sort of. Sometimes it’s about Dean. Jess started getting real jealous of Dean when I started working at the market, and we usually had arguments about him first actually, then one day I started one about Rory and it’s just a back and forth thing, today it was about Rory. I came here after work and went upstairs and there she was just in love with my boyfriend and I snapped and told her to get out. Jess told me I was being mean and left with her.”

You pause for only a second, in case Luke wanted to say something, but he didn’t, he stayed quiet and let you continue. But you felt as if you were spiraling by now, and you wish he would’ve just stopped you. “Who knows maybe he does like her. Oh crap what if he does? I love him, Luke. He can’t like her. I can’t lose him, and I can't have the only thing in common that we have be this baby.” Luke wraps an arm around you and hugs you, “You aren’t losing him, Jess loves you way more than you realize. That’s for certain. And i’ll tell you how I know, Jess wouldn’t start arguments about Dean, if he no longer had feelings for you. Jess is a troublemaker, but he’s not the kind to go out looking for a fight. He just doesn’t know how to really express himself.” You nod again and cross you arms over your chest, “I don’t know, I just want him to reassure me, everytime we fight about Rory he just tells me I’m looking too into things, or I’m imagining things, and it makes me feel like I’m going crazy.” Luke sighs loudly, stands up and crosses his arms over his chest, “Look, you both need to communicate with each other, you both have reasons of your own of why you are jealous of Rory and Dean. Stop fighting and listen to each other. You both will continue to fight about this until you talk. Don’t walk away from each other and don’t stop talking until everything is resolved. I would hate to see something like this break you guys up especially with a baby on the way. Just fix everything, and stop fighting, you’re supposed to be excited right now, you get to find out the sex of the baby in a couple of days, look forward to that kiddo.” You start to bite at the inside of your cheek, Luke is right, you shouldn’t be arguing with Jess right now, instead you should be sorting out the last couple of details of your gender reveal party. “Okay. If you see Jess, will you tell him that I’m at my apartment?” He nods and you give him a small thanks before grabbing your things and leaving.

When you get to your apartment you decide that you need to distract yourself before Jess comes, if he does anyways. Cooking is the first thing that comes to your mind. If Jess shows up and things don’t go so great at least you’d have food to stress eat afterwards, but if things are resolved then the both of you could have a nice dinner together. You’re still thinking about what Luke said and hope Jess comes home soon so you aren’t overthinking anything.

Jess arrives at the apartment an hour after you did. You were completely immersed in cooking that you didn’t hear the door open, however you could definitely hear the door slamming shut. You turn down the stove heat and turn around, taking a deep breath before facing Jess. You take a few steps away from the stove when Jess comes into view. You try to greet Jess but immediately you are taken aback as Jess grabs the sides on your face and kisses you passionately. Confused with his actions you hardly kiss back, as Jess pulls away he mutters a quick apology.

“I thought you were mad at me?” You ask him, he shakes his head, “I’m not. I mean I was but I’m not anymore. I’m so sorry.” You wrap your arms around Jess and tell him you’re sorry too. “We need to talk about it though, we can’t just kiss, say some sorrys and expect the problem to just go away. We have to work on this, I don’t want to argue anymore, it’s so tiring.” You let go of Jess and take a step back. “I don’t want to argue anymore either, so yeah let’s talk.” You give him a small smile and tell him to sit at the table while you turn off the stove. Once off you make your way to the table as well and take a seat. It’s quiet for a couple of seconds before Jess starts the conversation.

“Rory is my friend. I do not have feelings for her nor have I had feelings for her.” You nod your head, you want to retaliate with something but you wouldn’t be resolving anything. “Okay, I believe you. But Rory has feelings for you.” Jess bites his lip and slumps down in his chair, “Yeah I know.” You furrow your brows at him and stay quiet so he can continue. “After our argument today when we left Luke’s, I asked her if there was any way you were just overthinking and if it was true if she had feelings and she stayed silent so i just walked away from her. I swear I never knew.” You feel relief after he says this, of course not completely because you were right Rory did have feelings for Jess, but Jess didn’t know until today. “You don’t like her?” Jess immediately shakes his head, “No I don't. I do, however, like you. Love you even.” You smiled at Jess and reached for his hand that was on his table. “I love you too.”

“I want you to know that Dean and I are just friends too. And I'm more than positive he is completely in love with Rory.” Jess nods and squeezes your hand, “okay”

You stand up from your chair and walk over to Jess before placing your hands on his face and bending down to kiss him, “I’m sorry for all of the arguments I started” Jess stands up and wraps his arms around you, “I’m sorry for all the arguments I started.” You hug each other and stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a few seconds before Jess asks you what you were cooking before and if you needed help cooking anything else. You tell him you’re making soup and sandwiches and to get the bread and other sandwich things out as you finish the soup.

It felt nice to move on from the arguments and to feel reassured. You hope he feels the same way.

“So the party is in two days, what do we still need to plan?” Jess speaks up, “oh! Um we still need to tell sookie what cake flavor we were wanting, she already has the envelope with the gender. Um Lorelai says coordinating outfits would be cute, so I thought we could go shopping for that tomorrow but if you don’t like the coordinating idea that’s okay! We also need to oh, I think that’s it actually.” Jess nods in acknowledgment, “what about carrot cake, you love carrot cake,” you smile brightly at him, “i think we should do confetti, your favorite!” He shakes he head in protest, “no its makes more sense, carrot cake is not a gender reveal cake, let’s do confetti!” Jess smiles at you brightly, “okay, let’s do it.”

When you finish your food, Jess is the one to start on the dishes, you quickly grab a towel and start drying and putting away the clean ones. The rest of the night goes by quickly and soon enough you’re both in bed ready to fall asleep in each others arms.

“I hope we have a girl.” Jess whispers to you, you smile at the thought of Jess being a girl dad. “I hope its a boy, so he’s just like you, handsome, and funny,” Jess smiles and even though its dark you know he’s turning red at the comment. “I think they’ll be perfect boy or girl though, and well loved by us both.” Jess agrees and kisses your cheek before saying good night. You whisper a good night back before falling fast asleep.

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Divert

Being a part of DX had its fair share of highs and lows, and today was definitely one of those challenging moments. The tension in the locker room was palpable, and I found myself embroiled in a heated argument with my best friend, Triple H. The disagreement had escalated quickly, and our voices echoed off the walls as we stood face to face.

"Shawn, you're not seeing the bigger picture here," Hunter insisted, his frustration evident in his tone.

I shook my head, my own frustration mounting. "No, Hunter, you're the one who's missing the point!"

The intensity of our argument seemed to rattle the room, drawing the attention of our fellow DX members, YN and Chyna. YN, my closest friend and confidante, exchanged a knowing look with Chyna. With a quick, unspoken understanding, they both slipped away from the scene, choosing not to get caught up in the crossfire.

As the door closed behind them, I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret. It was never my intention to involve anyone else in our quarrel, especially not YN. She and I had a bond that went beyond wrestling – a friendship that had seen us through the highs and lows of life in and out of the ring.

"Shawn, we need to figure this out," Hunter pressed, his voice calmer now but still firm.

I ran a hand through my hair, taking a deep breath to steady myself. "You're right, Hunter. We can't let this tear us apart."

With a nod of agreement, we both took a step back, allowing the tension in the room to dissipate. It was in moments like these that I missed having YN around. Her presence had a way of diffusing even the most heated situations, and her perspective was always invaluable.

As the minutes passed, Hunter and I managed to work through our differences, finding common ground once again. As the tension lifted, we both shared a weary smile, the bond between us stronger than any disagreement.

Later that evening, as we all gathered for dinner, YN and Chyna joined us once again, their presence a welcome relief. YN caught my eye and gave me a reassuring smile, silently letting me know that everything was okay.

After dinner, as we lounged around, YN turned to me, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, you and Hunter finally worked things out?"

I chuckled, grateful for her ability to lighten the mood. "Yeah, we did."

Chyna grinned, chiming in. "Good. We were worried for a second there."

YN leaned back, a thoughtful look in her eyes. "Well, you guys are like family. It's only natural to have disagreements."

I nodded, my appreciation for YN's wisdom growing by the minute. "You're right, YNN. And it's friends like you who help us see things clearly."

She flashed me a warm smile, a silent acknowledgment of our enduring friendship. In that moment, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for YN and her unwavering support.

After the lively dinner and engaging conversations, YN and I finally found ourselves back in our hotel room. The atmosphere was far more relaxed than it had been earlier in the DX locker room, and I couldn't help but feel relieved that the tension had dissipated. YN flopped down onto the couch with a contented sigh, while I leaned against the wall, lost in thought.

"Quite a day, huh?" YN said, breaking the silence.

I chuckled softly, joining her on the couch. "You could say that."

She looked at me with an amused glint in her eyes. "You and Hunter always manage to make things interesting."

I smirked. "It wouldn't be DX without a little drama, right?"

YN laughed, her laughter contagious. "True. But at least you guys managed to patch things up."

"Yeah, we did," I replied, my tone reflecting the sense of accomplishment that came with resolving conflicts.

We sat in comfortable silence for a while, the hum of the hotel room air conditioner providing a soothing background noise. YN's presence was always a source of comfort, a reminder that there were people who understood me beyond the persona I projected in the wrestling world.

After a moment, YN turned to me with a mischievous smile. "You know, you owe me an explanation for what that argument was all about."

I chuckled, knowing that YN was as persistent as she was perceptive. "It's just one of those things, YNN. Sometimes Hunter and I have our differences, but at the end of the day, we're like brothers."

She nodded thoughtfully. "I get it. But you're not off the hook that easily, Shawn Michaels."

I raised an eyebrow playfully. "Oh, really? And what do you plan on doing about it?"

YN leaned closer, her gaze unwavering. "I'll keep bugging you until you spill the details. You know I have my ways."

I couldn't help but laugh, a genuine expression of joy that came from knowing YN so well. "Alright, alright. I'll tell you everything."

As I regaled her with the details of the argument and the subsequent resolution, YN listened attentively, her expressions shifting from amusement to empathy and back again. It was in moments like these that I was reminded of the depth of our friendship – the way we could share our innermost thoughts without judgment.

When I finished recounting the events, YN reached over and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. "You and Hunter may clash sometimes, but the fact that you always find your way back to each other speaks volumes."

I smiled at her, feeling a surge of gratitude for her insights. "Thanks, YNN. I'm lucky to have you as a friend."

YN grinned. "And don't you forget it."

We spent the rest of the evening talking, sharing stories, and enjoying each other's company. As the night wore on, the conversations grew lighter, and any lingering traces of tension from earlier seemed to evaporate completely.

As I settled onto my bed, ready to call it a night, I looked at YN with a genuine warmth in my eyes. "You know, YNN, even in the midst of all the chaos, you always manage to bring a sense of calm to my world."

She smiled back, her eyes reflecting the same sentiment. "Likewise, Shawn. We've got each other's backs, no matter what."

With that comforting thought in mind, I drifted off to sleep, grateful for YN's friendship and the unwavering support she brought into my life – both in and out of the wild world of wrestling.

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