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sunnyie-eve · 1 month

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9 | Just Worried

Series: Heinous

Paring: Billy Loomis x OFC ! Stu Macher x OFC ! Mickey Altieri x OFC

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

I sit down to watch and Mickey sits next to me closely. "Smile." He points his camera at me.

"Not the time Mickey." I sigh reaching out to lower his hand then turn back around.

"Sorry." He pulls me back into his chest as we watch.

"Hello, girls. Enjoying yourselves?" Lois, Murphy, and a few of their sisters come up to us.

"Hello, Sister Lois, Sister Murphy." Hallie smiles at them.

"Hello, pledges. Hi, Sidney. Hi, Riley." Murphy smiles so we just say hey back. "This must be flat-out hell for you both. How are you girls holding up?" She asks us.

"We manage." Sidney tells her.

"It's really weird, isn't it? To think this fuss is because of you two." She laughs and Mickey rubs my shoulders. "I mean, not directly, but in fine six-degrees-of-Kevin Bacon way." She smiles.

I look at Mickey, who was staring at them then looks at Derek. We all had the same look on our faces about them. "Now, Hallie, Lia, are you gonna bring your friends to our little martini mixer tonight?" Lois asks. Both girls say we'll all be there.

"You gonna start to dress like that once you get in?" Derek asks Sidney.

"That's not gonna happen." She tells him.

"The Delta Lambda are the biggest bunch of fuckin-," Mickey starts but Hallie cuts in.

"Hey, I'm pledging Delta Lambda, thank you." The guys share a look.

"Same here. But I could care less what you say about them just don't include me when I get in." Lia says then leaves the group.

"Oh my god." Sidney says and I see who she was looking at.

I jump up and run over to Dewey. "Dewey!" I make him turn around and open his arms for me to run into.

"What are you doing here?" Sidney rushed over and he hugs both of us.

"I was worried about you girls. I heard about what happened and I was on the next plane. Can we talk?" He asks and we say yeah and all go sitting in a gazebo. "Are you guys okay?" He asks.

"We were fine. Things were okay until now." Sidney tells him. "Theater's going great." She adds.

"And Flim for me. Oh and Sidney got her first starring role. They open in two days." I add making him congratulate her.

"We got great friends. I'm seeing someone. Nice guy. Premed, no apparent psychic tendencies." Sidney chuckles some.

"And I'm single still." I smile.

"Oh please. You might as well say you're in one if you and Mickey keep flirting and hooking up." She smiles at me and I roll my eyes at her.

"I was just worried. Look, if there is some freaked-out psycho trying to follow in Billy Loomis' footsteps, you probably already know him. Or her... or them. They're probably already in your life. They get off on that. Or it's possible they're not dead." Dewey tells us.

"They're dead because they would've been back by now. I know Billy wanted me dead so he would have tried by now." Sidney tells him.

"I just want you two to be careful." He adds making her stand up.

"You think we don't know that, Dewey? But what are we supposed to do? Just cut everybody off? Crawl under a rock? What?" She asks as I walk over to her side.

"Just watch out. Keep an eye out. Watch each other. I'm gonna talk to Chief Hartley and local police. I'm gonna just hang around. I wanna make sure you're both safe, it that's all right with y'all." He tells us so we nod our heads.

As he leaves the group comes up to us. Derek asks if Sidney is okay and asked who Dewey was so she tells him. "Deputy Dewey. Woodsboro's finest. What's he doing here?" Randy asks.

"He's worried. Our surrogate big brother." I tell him.

"Nothing like a funeral to bring the family together. I'm gonna go say hi." Randy leaves again.

"Chief Hartley said the girl was stabbed seven times. And with the knife wounds they know the killer is left handed." Mickey tells us.

"You're left handed aren't you?" Derek looks at him making him laugh.

"Yes, I am. But look, Hallie is also left handed." Mickey points out.

"Dynamic duo." Derek looks at Hallie as she glares at them.

"Yes, but you don't wanna leave out the other 10% of the student population." Mickey tells him. "Also-," Mickey starts again.

"Drop it." Derek tells him.

"Hello Sidney, Allison. How are you?" We turn around to see Gale.

"Hi. What do you want, Gale?" I speak before Sidney.

"Well, I was hoping I might get just a few words with you both. Mostly Sidney." She says and has Cotton step up.

"Cotton." Sidney said and I look at her.

"Hi, Sid." He tells her.

"Here we are at Windsor College where Sidney Prescott has just been reunited with Cotton Weary for the first time since she wrongly accused him of murdering her mother and Riley Elsher's father." Gale says while her cameraman films.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sidney snaps at her.

"We want to know how you feel. Tell us everything that's happened, looking back on the last two years." Gale says then Cotton talks to Sidney. "Have any comments?" Gale asks her.

"Bitch." Sidney steps forward making Derek get her.

"Oh Sidney share with us." I back hand Gale for Sidney because Derek was holding her.

"I'll share with you!" Mickey jumps in pulling me back now too.

"Did you get that on film?" Hallie asks the guy.

"Yes, I got that in film." He says as we walk away.

"Wish I got that on film." Mickey said letting me go and I flip him off walking away from the group. "Allison. Allie." Mickey follows me.

"Mickey, I just wanna go back to my room and be alone." I sigh.

"Sure you don't want company?" He smiles pointing his camera at me.

"I'm sure. I'll see you tonight at the martini mixer." I say in a pretty dumb tone.

"You aren't gonna join them right?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Do I look dumb?" I do the same as him.

"Well..." He gives me a playful smile causing me to hit him.

"Fuck you, Mickey Altieri. If I'm dumb you're psychotic." I stick my tongue out at him.

"Why do you say that?" He smirks making me feel weird but I laugh at it.

"Well for one you have a fascination with murderers and how the media affects them." I say the main thing that stands out.

"What? People can't have something that's creepy to like? What about you? What's your creepy thing?" He puts the camera down stepping closer to me.

"I find certain psychotic killers attractive. Movie and tv characters, let me make that clear." I say making him smile.

"Someone is a little fucked up." He pats the top of my head.

"I've been told that twice by two psychotic guys." I don't get realized what I said.

"They wanted you, right? Kill everyone but you." Mickey asks me.

"Yeah... Their final girl, their girl... but their plan fail." I force a laugh.

"You don't have to worry about them anymore because they're dead." He grabs my hand.

"Now I have to worry about this new guy, girl, or two people working together." I sigh.

"I'll make sure you don't get hurt." He kisses the top of my head.

"Maybe I do want a little company for a little while... till Lia comes home." I say nervous wanting someone to be with. "

"Of course." He follows me inside and into the room. "If you don't wanna talk about it it's okay... but what do you think this killers motive is?" Mickey asks me laying down next to me on my bed.

"A copycat looking for fun... Someone, who knows, wanting revenge... I don't know." I sigh and notice Mickey filming me again. "You and that damn camera." I laugh putting my hand out to cover the lease.

"Stop, we love you." Mickey sits up as I glare at him through the camera. "Smile while you give me that look." He says making me laugh and I try to keep the glare but can't.

"What are you doing?" I ask and he set the camera down facing us.

"I love when you smile and laugh so." He starts to tickle me.

When I couldn't take it anymore I grab his face and kiss him making him stop. "I love that too." He smiles in the kiss but we stop as the phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer it.

"I heard what happened." Billy speaks up and I stay quiet. I then realize I need to not be odd because Mickey was watching me. "It wasn't us. We're still at the vacation house in California." He tells me.

"That makes me scared because I don't know anything about this one." I look over at the door as Lia come in and glares at Mickey.

"Promise me you will be safe. If you get the chance kill him before he kills you." He tells me.

"No shit. I gotta go." I hang up.

"Who's that?" Lia asks.

"An old friend from home. Just checking up on me." I tell her the truth.

"I'll get going now. I was only here keeping her company till you got back." Mickey tells her going to the door. "See you later." Mickey leaves.

"So what are you wearing tonight?" Lia asks me.

"Jeans with a top. Oh can't forgot the shoes." I mess with her.

"I hate you. Try to look good." She says making me laugh.

"Yes, ma'am. I can't embarrass a pledge!" I salute to her.

"How often do you let Mickey in our room when I'm not here? You know I don't trust him. He's creepy." Lia says going through her closet.

"As I said I get you are looking out for me but..." She cuts me off.

"A campus full of hot guys and you pick that thing? Fuck, I'd pick Randy before Mickey." She says disgusted.

"Well I'm not you. Lia, I trust Mickey. He's never made me fell off." I explain to her.

"Did Billy and Stu ever make you feel off?" She crosses her arms at me and I don't respond. I'm mean they did once everything started but never before it. "Exactly my point." She says as someone knocks on the door. "What?" She opens it.

"I forgot my camera on the dresser." Mickey comes over and picks it up.

"You and that damn camera." Lia rolls her eyes.

"I'm a film student so... bye again Allison." He leaves the room.

#ghostface #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #dewey riley #randy meeks #scream franchise #scream #scream 2 #scream ff #scream fanfic #mickey altieri

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auxxrat · 9 months

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I recently decided to re-watch a play though of Detroit Become Human and the au I came up with—

I don’t know if anyone else has come up with this idea but hear me out.

Anakin is the creator, somewhere down his line of success his wife, Padme and her close friend, Shaak, get into a horrible car crash and fucking die. In his sadness Anakin kinda has a moment where he thinks he’s fucking god so he breaks into the hospital, fucking steals the parts of his wife and her friends body(mostly the brain, heart, anything that would hold who they were when alive) and makes fucking androids out of them. Of course the government sees this and is like “dude??? Dawg????” And goes after Anakin. Anakin, after giving the Shaak model to who he in intended to, takes the time to hide the Padme model and fucking dips. Never seen again.

Ashoka, his adopted sister who knows Anakin more than anyone can smell that something is up. She does her own investigation(she’s the one who finds Padme and when she does Padme is fuckin awake and no longer stuck in her computer mindset), but so does the government. They send in a detective android (basically just a police officer model based after Obi-wan) to investigate and go to anyone who knew him for info.

That’s where Obi-Wan and Jango get introduced(ofc there’s a little more storyline to them so it’s not just thrown there, at the time Obi-wan shows up to where Jango lives this poor man is already fighting for his life against his own android who just broke her own computer programming). Obi-wan tries to investigate but ofc Jango is like no nope nothing here lol, Obi-wan isn’t stupid but he doesn’t press any further. Instead, he follows some leads that RUMOR Anakin to be hiding out in a certain area. When Obi-wan goes down to that area he gets jumped and banged up to the point his robot ass cannot work properly. Breaks down in the alley, Anakin finds him (Anakin is living his sewer rat life). He fixes Obi-wan, Obi-wan wakes up but this time has absolutely no computer programming. He freaks, him and Anakin talk.

Anakin explains how he hates what the government did with his work, also kinda feels bad for what he did to his wife’s body and mind when trying to recreate her. They also talk about the fact more and more Androids are “waking up” from their programming and “becoming human”.

I haven’t gotten past that part but mMMMM

#star wars au #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #ashoka tano #padme amidala #shaak ti #jango fett #so many thoughts I’m so sorry #crazed creator anakin you will always be famous to me #he just wanted to help people

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fluxedbuds · 11 months

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What was your favorite thing from each season of flux buddies you remember? Apprentice for me gotta be portal to the moon episode. Moonquest is probably the introduction to tiddles/the sapphire. Flux buddies 1.0 is the magic police crossover that shit blew my mind. FB2.0 I think the episode where they just talked the smut books cracked me up way too much. 3.0 the only thing I remember is the episode with 5 and Lalnable underground going crazy and 4.0 was just an awkwardly written love letter to the fans that stuck through that I appreciate

GOD I actually have answers for all of these that I barely had to think about (except 3 but. Nothing Happened In 3 lol)

For Apprentice it's absolutely 100% the scene where Nano comes out of the tower and starts yelling at Lalna, and Lalna is backing up and freaked out- I even wanted to do a scene redraw of that, but I never got very far on it 😔

Moonquest. I mean. Do you even have to ask. (I really get the feeling, Duncan-)

FB1.. OH it's GOTTA be them finding the lab are you KIDDING, that scene gets me hyped EVERY time!! And then lalna starts visibly showing flux afterwards which is a secondary fav. Runner up is Nano cursing Lalna and then almost having to go get Lom to undo it lmao

FB2 I mean.. the whole imposter reveal is a contender ofc, but I think my actual favorite moment is Lalna chasing after Lalnable in the rain while Nano has already given up and is telling him to come back. It's a small thing and doesn't hold any actual plot importance but it's a really good moment

FB3. Again nothing happened. But it was funny when the Doctor suddenly started existing just to yell at them lmao. I also like this one quick moment where Kim tries to bring up the plot- I mean Nano tries to bring up the clone situation and Lalna is just like 'Nope I Do Not See It'

FB4 fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you hitting it The Entire Final Episode Makes Me Fucking Explode and I'm STILL UPSET THEY SEPARATED THEM PUT THEM BACK!!!!!!!

I did like specifically Nano's note to Five. It confirmed a lot of things I'd always thought about her, especially the desire for a family, and it also shows how much she's grown and changed since Apprentice.

And then that next to Lalna's continued refusal to face what's happening, right up until the very end.. He didn't want to believe Nano was really going to kill herself. He could've stopped her, but he couldn't accept the idea at all. And even once she's gone, he can't admit it- asking where she is, having to be dragged out of a collapsing deadly dimension.. he's changed a lot too, but, it wasn't enough.

MAN FB4 was objectively bad and full of the endings of massively important arcs they had to skip to get Anything finished, but they went all in on the finale, and I hate it so so so much put themBACK

#letters #MAN. NOW IM SAD.#field notes #fun question tho thank you

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jancys-blue-bayou · 2 years

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The fact that people forgave both boys in ST1 and didn’t bring it up until ST2 shows it’s just a way to prop up Steve. If we’re going to get into details, Nancy looked uncomfortable half the time Steve kissed her in ST1. He barges in her room when she tells him no and doesn’t stop trying to get in her pants until she physically pushes him away in episode one. When she does let him, she’s very back and forth about it and looks disappointed after. This is before he spies on and slutshames her.

Yeah, people forget that Steve was a huge dick for for most of s1, his heel face turn, which was a huge turning point for the character comes LATE in the season. Now people act like he was always a *precious woobie* which is also detrimental to Steve bc then you forgot that he had any character development. In s1 before Steve randomly decides he's had enough with being an asshole together with his asshole friends he:

Doesn't take one "No" for an answer from Nancy, she has to tell him no several times and push him away for him to stop trying to push their makeout further when she doesn't want to.

Reacts with a cold "That's depressing" when Jonathan puts up Will's missing poster.

Goes to sleep right after some clearly underwhelming sex, forcing Nancy to go home alone in the middle of the night.

Next morning kind of gaslights Nancy when she tells him she feels like everyone's looking at her, like everyone knows they had sex, he blows her off, denies saying anything, says she's imagining. Then at lunch Tommy and Carol obviously know and LOUDLY mock Nancy for it and Steve doesn't do anything to stop them, he just sits there with a self-satisfied smirk.

Is a macho posturing jerkass when he confronts Jonathan about the photos, doesn't let Nancy have any agency in the matter and just freaks her out by acting disturbingly menacing to Jonathan.

When Nancy tells him how worried she is about Barb disappearing he completely blows her off and is only concerned about his parents finding out about the party and asks her to hide that from the police.

He goes to apologize to Nancy, and asks her if she's heard from Barb – good, yay Steve! Then he tries to talk Nancy into going to the movies that night and gets pouty when she blows him off. Which like, fine his "take your mind off it" intentions are good but honestly kind of weird, like he ofc doesn't know what Nancy's up to then with monster hunting, but from his pov Nancy just got home from a funeral and her best friend is missing, idk if I'd be like "hey let's go see a movie" and then be like :(( when the girl says no.

He's a peeping Tom looking through Nancy's bedroom window. And for the grave crime of... having Jonathan sit next to her on the bed, comfortingly putting a sweater over her shoulders, he feels in the right to go slutshame her all over town.

He again acts disturbingly menacing, towering over Nancy, getting in her face, daring her to "finish the sentence" in a disturbing voice, tells her to go to hell.

Instigates the fight with Jonathan by pushing him from behind and telling him the most vile, heinous shit about Jonathan and Jonathan's whole family.

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transfemlogan · 2 years

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im new-ish here so sorry if this is an obvious question, but do you have trans headcanons for any of the other sides? 👀

HIII I have a million trans hcs always do not worry. I love talking abt trans sides

NOTE: i do bring up how i think some sides might not use prns or use neo prns or whatever, but i do still refer 2 them w/ he/him prns bcuz i might not have a set of prns i think theyd use. (Ex. I think roman uses neoprns, but I don't know which ones / my hc changes so I use he/him in this post. If that makes sense)

THIS GOT SUPER LONG SO IM PUTTING IT UNDER A READMORE !!!

I really like the concept of virgil being trans but not using a narrow label to describe himself. So rather than him identifying as a trans man or a trans woman or non binary, he just identifies as Transgender (or queer!). He doesnt use a specific label

I just feel like he either has so much anxiety abt his gender identity, he just doesnt focus on it at all & doesnt try 2 figure it out OR he has SO much anxiety abt his gender identity, he tries too hard 2 figure it out & has like a million labels he uses. No inbetween.

Roman TOTALLY hoards gender i bet that guy has like 300 genders & he doesnt stop getting more. I think Roman is just a very big hoarder of xenogenders & neo prns & even names. Like he gets a new name every month & with 3 new sets of prns. I feel like he has to scrutinise his gender & what it means 2 him & stuff bcuz he is the most insecure person on earth.

Patton & Janus 2 me r super chill abt their gender identity but in different ways

I tend 2 hc trans Patton as a gnc trans man. I think Pattons chill in the way that he knows what he is & he isnt worried too much abt if he "fits" that label. Like he 100% wears skirts & dresses & does his make up & does common "feminine" things, maybe still uses she/her prns, but isn't bothered abt whether or not that makes him a "real trans man." I bet this guy has ZERO gender dysphoria.

Patton sees someone talking abt what being a trans man "actually is" & hes like "i dont feel that way at all... oh well!" & moves on w/ his life. He is not worried at ALL. He is confident & happy w/ his identity. He ALSO def uses they/them prns (he/she/they patton REAL trust me)

Janus is also chill, but in the way that if he sees a label that fits him better he just changes to it without question. I dont have a stagnant trans label I give 2 Janus, i jump around a lot. I view Janus as like, "oh. I use the label (for example) demiboy, but I actually think trans masc agender fits me better. So i'm using that now" & then later is like "you know what? I think genderfluid fits me better, ill use that one instead" like he isnt freaking out if he relates to a different label or thinks hes something else. He's shrugging his shoulders & moving the fuck on. He also totally might use neoprns, i think he is a neoprn enjoyer. Janus changes his name 24/7, not due 2 gender rzns, but bcuz he is running from the police /j

REMUS IS DEF A NONBINARY PERSON. I cannot see remus as having a binary gender. This guy is genderqueer genderfreak agender gendervoid ANY OF IT. ALL OF IT !! Remus doesn't have a gender, but he definitely has a dead guy stored in the trunk of his car. He's too busy throwing bricks at people & going dumpster driving to have a binary gender. Roman took all the gender in the womb /j

Remus def doesn't use he/him or she/her prns but he either uses a set of neoprns OR doesn't use any prns at all.

And lastly, Logan, because u said "hcs for any of the other sides" which I am assuming means u already know what I tend to hc him as BUT!!! while I might change labels 4 Logan, I do tend 2 hc her as a she/her femme transfem genderfluid man. BUT i also really like genderqueer or xenogender user Logan!! I think Logan uses older terms 2 describe himself. Like rather than calling himself transgender, he prefers the term transsexual. He also 100% does so much research into trans history (OFC all the sides do but I think logan likes it in an autistic way) which is why he uses older terms.

ALSO LOGANS TOTALLY AUTIGENDER? I think he def has ASD & it affects the way he views his gender. Not in a "i dont get societal views about gender, so I don't understand my gender" but in a "i dont get societal views abt gender, so I understand my gender very well" (aka im projecting on2 logan) if that makes any amount of sense. Its more abt the fact that he wants to understand why people view gender a certain way & learning the "rules" around gender & making his own, rather than not understanding & rejecting the concept (which both r ok). He is a rule follower & a schedule needer what else can i say.

AND !!! JUST BECAUSE I CAN !!! I think the orange side is also very autistic but on the opposite spectrum from Logan (I JUST FEEL IN MY HEART THAT HES AUTISTIC. I KNOW IVE NEVER MET HIM BUT HES AUTISTIC TO ME. I can SENSE it.)

He 100% doesn't get the concept of gender so he rejects it completely. He doesn't get the "rules" & doesnt want to know them. Whether this means he is on the binary or nonbinary IDK i just know this man wants 2 fist fight the concept of gender.

#THIS WAS SOO FUN THANK U ANON. I LOVE TALKING ABT TRANS SIDES #ask #sanders sides #<- main tags bcuz i want other ppl 2 rblg & talk abt their trans hcs

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pyaasa · 3 years

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lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers is racist; she thinks she understands racism better than poc, stands by racists, and attacks poc for trying to speak to her about racism

Tw: racism, rape mention, incest mention. also possible transphobia

For the full story, you first need a bit of background: if you’ve been following me for a while then you will be aware I have called out @ayeforscotland’s racism several times. I would recommend reading this post for a full explanation.

In addition to the incidences mentioned in the post I have just linked, ayeforscotland has also had interactions with neo @androidgynes who is Romani and another person who is black (but didn’t want to be named) and they’ve both also called him out for his racism.

Anyway so. @androidgynes saw that lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers was reblogging from ayeforscotland, and that the op of the post was @/getpoliticaluk (who defends incest). Androidgynes messaged lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers (who I will from now refer to as lagstm) and informed her that ayeforscotland is racist and getpoliticaluk defends incest - the conversation that followed went like this. (the below screenshots are posted with permission from @androidgynes)

The post that neo (@androidgynes) linked of mine was this. And I mean... clearly that particular post by ayeforscotland was very racist, he literally just sat there laughing about anti-black racism as if it was a joke. When @mangopickled tried to speak to him about how offensive this post was, he removed her comments from the notes of the post (like. to be clear: ayeforscotland, a WHITE MAN, made a post about racism, and then removed a WOMAN OF COLOUR’S commentary from that post when she told him that his comments were inappropriate). When I saw that, I called that out, and he blocked me. There’s many levels to his racism here that I don’t have the energy to explain, and if you don’t understand why it’s so problematic then you should probably stop reading here cos you clearly know nothing and probably care even less about anti-racism.

So on that particular post that neo linked to lagstm, there is ayeforscotland being racist, and 2 woc calling out his racism. And yet on having this post shown to her, this is how she chose to respond

lagstm literally says that she thinks my views on racism lack nuance. I am a woman of colour, I am visibly muslim, and I’ve experienced racism pretty much all my life. And here is a white woman saying that she thinks my views on racism “lack nuance”. I,, I genuinely don’t have words to convey how angry this makes me. Literally who does she even think she is. Not even is it racist to dismiss my literal LIVED experience of being a woman of colour in this country, but she is literally saying “look at these stupid brown folk, they don’t know what they’re talking about cos they’re so stupid :)”

neo points out firstly that as a white person lagstm doesn’t have the right to make that call, and also that there is ofc another woc on that post saying that exact same thing, and androidgynes themselves are roma. lagstm is not just dismissing me as a stupid savage who is too stupid to form complex thoughts, but she is also indirectly saying the same thing about 2 other poc, and saying that her judgement, as a white person, is more sound than all of ours.

It’s also worth mentioning that neo, who is Romani, was polite to lagstm during this exchange, and lagstm was rude and dismissive. I find this deeply hypocritical. Lagstm has been talking a lot about the policing bill and how it will affect GRT communities, but when she’s talking to someone who is actually *from* the Roma community, she is dismissive and condescending. All this shows is that she’s fake AF. She pretends to care about the Roma community on her blog and then speaks down to them in private.

And again this is worth repeating: AYEFORSCOTLAND WAS BEING RACIST ON THAT POST. IT WAS RACIST. WHAT HE SAID WAS RACIST. So lagstm isn’t just ignoring 3 poc, she is also ignoring,,,, you know,,, the actual racism,,,

And she also says ayeforscotland is borderline racist? Like she acknowledges ayeforscotland is borderline racist but she’s still happy to follow him? Like that alone would be enough for me actually

neo then blocked lagstm and messaged me and told me what happened, and showed me the above screenshots - btw prior to this neo and I had never interacted. Anyway I was obviously a bit disgusted but instead of going straight to blocking lagstm or making a callout post straight away, I messaged her to explain herself and take back what she said. That is now two poc who tried to resolve the matter privately - clearly a lot more than lagstm ever deserved. Androidgynes messaged me last Friday, and I messaged lagstm the next day on Saturday

My convo with lagstm went as follows:

So you can see that initially she was apologetic and said she “didn’t mean to imply that that my judgement on racism was flawed” (even tho that’s literally what she said) and defended herself by saying “I react poorly in interactions like this” - genuinely not a defence but whatever. She then proceeded to say that what she doesn’t trust my opinion on is Scotland and Ireland - which completely irrelevant. Firstly I am ambivalent to Scottish nationalism and have always said I don’t know much about it, and I support the reunification of Ireland. And secondly, my issue with aye has got literally nothing to do with Scotland or Scottish nationalism; he is racist all on his own. And the post neo linked was barely even about scottish nationalism, it was just him being anti-black. So lagstm saying “I don’t trust your judgement on Scotland and Ireland” is ridiculous considering that Scottish/Irish nationalism have nothing to do with this.

Like akjfbkjdfbs this is actually so ridiculous. It doens’t make any sense. Lagstm clearly says “I don’t trust pakisstani’s judgement on THIS issue [the issue being racism] and her views on THIS issue [the issue being racism] lack nuance” but now turns around and says “I wasn’t talking about racism, I was talking about Scotland/Ireland” like she must really think I’m dumb

And you can see Lagstm bringing up unrelated hypothetical scenarios, and saying “in this situation, you can’t tell me to defer to poc” which i found ??? Like why are you bringing up scenarios in which you think you are allowed to educate us poor and stupid black and brown folk?? I then told her she was straw-manning and that her points about Ireland/Scotland were ridiculous, but then she claimed it was me that was engaging her in bad faith. Like SHE, the white woman who practically said that I am too stupid to understand racism, and when confronted on it started straw-manning and bringing up unrelated scenarios, said I am not engaging her in good faith. AFTER both neo and I tried to speak to her privately about this. Like I tried to speak to her privately AFTER I FOUND OUT SHE HAD SAID RACIST THINGS ABOUT ME. BUT I’M NOT ENGAGING HER IN GOOD FAITH? LMAOOO

And then the accusation about rape threats which is actually the most disgusting part of this entire thing. I shouldn’t have to explain that accusing 2 poc of conspiring to send her rape threats (without any evidence whatsoever. Frankly I think she’s lying about the rape threats 🤷🏽‍♀️ it’s quite a transparent attempt to distract from her own nasty behaviour and deflect onto us) is actually extremely racist. She is invoking her white fragility and painting me and androidgynes as aggressors who are threatening her safety and inflicting/threatening to inflict sexual violence on her. It is beyond disgusting 🤮

What’s more, neo is trans, so when lagstm is baselessly accusing them of issues related to rape, she is also playing up to transphobic tropes.

One more thing worth mentioning is that there are several lies peppered throughout lagstm’s comments. Firstly when she claimed to have briefly unfollowed me - she didn’t actually. I was checking regularly, and she never unfollowed me. This was a small lie that I picked up on striaght away but because it wasn’t relevant I didn’t say anything about it. But I just think it’s interesting that she would lie for no reason. And another lie - feigning ignorance about ayeforscotland’s racism, and actually even asking for receipts is incredibly disingenuous when on this particular post, if you scroll through the notes, you can see she has literally liked it. Like she had already seen the posts where me and mangopickled called out his racism and literally LIKED it, and when neo says to lagstm that aye is racist, lagstm says “receipts please :)” YOU’VE ALREADY SEEN THEM! AND LIKED THEM! screenshot in case she unlikes it (sorry for including dumb comments by dumb scots but i need to prove it’s the same post so):

LASTLY. Last point I swear. When lagstm said “it was also coloured by the statements they’d made about another tumblr user, which didn’t relate to racism, which I didn’t address with them because I didn’t want to upset them” <- she must mean getpoliticaluk defending incest? So like what is lagstm saying here, she didn’t want to bring up that she also herself defends incest?? Like is she tryna say she’s a pro-shipping freak?????????????????????? What other way is there to read that statment

Okay that’s everything.

I’m not interested in discourse on this post - if you are white and think lagstm isn’t racist or you’re inclined to defend her then save your breath, I don’t need white people telling me what is or isn’t racist. I gave her the chance to defend herself, which is way more than she deserves, and this is how she responds. Her actions and indefensible and she can choke ☺️❤️ I will be unfollowing/blocking anyone I see reblogging from her because I deserve better than to follow people who are ok with racists ❤️

#lesbiansandgayssupporttheminers #uk politics #<- tagging this so all of you can see what kind of person you're reblogging ☺️❤️#ayeforscotland

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Electricity chapter 4

Summary: For the first time in her life, Melody Williams is moving out of her hometown to Minnesota where she got a job as a crime journalist for the Minnesota Daily. But this city does not only have a new job for her to offer. What will happen when she crosses paths with detective Walter Marshall? Heads up, a little electricity is involved ✨

Walter Marshall x Melody Williams (Curvy OFC)

Warnings: mention of murder, a bit of fighting

Wordcount: 3.9k

A/N: don’t do anything reckless y’all. Let me know what you think of this chapter. 😘

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

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Somehow the universe was on my side for once. Once I got home, I noticed I had a new text message. I was surprised to see that it was from Walter. He asked if I got home safe. What a gentleman.

I figured he just wanted to make sure I got home safe, I didn’t think too much of it. If anything, I didn’t think we would end up texting each other for three days in a row. Did I wish that would happen? Yes. Did I actually believe it could happen? Definitely no. I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t believe it.

“Have you been texting with him again last night?” Gia asked when she saw me yawn and stretch my arms out above me. We were having a slow morning at work, and this was the third time she showed up at my desk.

“Maybe,” I smirked. Even though it started a little awkward, we were still texting. After I had texted him back that I got home safe, and he send a thumbs up emoji, it was silent for a moment. I had thought about what I could possibly text him next. I grabbed my phone to compose a text when a new message already popped up.

Walter: Still sure you want to live here?

A smile had formed on my face. He thinks he is funny huh. I was wondering what I could text back, and I thought to myself: what would I tell my friends to text back in a situation like this? Normally, I would never listen to my own flirting advice, but at that moment, I did.

Melody: Might stick around. Heard the detectives in town are quite something.

Since then, we had been texting constantly. Alright, maybe not constantly, we were both busy during the day, but we spend a good amount of the late evening texting. We got to know each other a little better. I told him about my family, and I shared a few awkward stories. For example, I told him about the time I was too stubborn to put on sunscreen during the summer, and I got sunburned to bad, I would never forget to apply it ever again. I still apply it every day, even in the winter.

In return he told me all about the shenanigans he pulled as a kid, and that he had a kid himself, Faye. At first, I was a little bit surprised, but then I figured we would have a babysitter once we would get children. Mel, get it together. You are not even dating him, you don’t even know if he likes you and you are already thinking about having children with him?! Our kids would look damn cute though..

“Earth to Mel! Stop daydreaming for once, and get some work done.” Carmen laughed and threw a pen at me, which I skilfully dodged, but it did wake me up from my little daydream.

“There is nothing to do! No development in the murder case and that’s all I am covering right now,” I said and spun around in my chair. “I am so bored right now, I don’t even know what to do.”

“Text your man, see if he has any new information?” Gia suggested.

“Hmm, he avoided talking about the case. Maybe they are having trouble getting a match with the murderer on that dating app.” I had told them about what happened the other day at the police station. I might have a hearing problem now because they had screamed so loud, I’m convinced the entire building heard them. It’s safe to say, they were very excited and convinced he liked me.

“Besides, he’s not my man!” I said while throwing the pen I picked up back at Carmen. “I mean, I wish, but he is so out of my league.”

“No one is out of your league, and I swear he’s into you. I saw the way he looked at you at the bar and at the crime scene. I have an eye for these things, trust me,” Carmen said and dodged the pen as well.

“Whatever,” I sighed. I spun around in my chair a few more times before an idea popped up in my head. “Guys, what if we set up an account on that dating app?”

“And then what? Meet with a creep? No thank you,” Gia said with a disgusting look on her face.

“I’m not a fan of that plan either. Please don’t do something like that Mel. Don’t do anything stupid. That could be very dangerous, and you know it,” Carmen agreed.

“It’s not like I’m actually going to meet him. I just want to see if I can figure out what profile he is using this time.” I stood up and looked out of the window. I oversaw the city, the sky was grey, and it was slightly raining. “Alright, fine. Can one of you give me something to do in that case? Otherwise I will make a dating profile.”

Later that day I laid in bed, trying to sleep. It was 1am and I had been trying to sleep for two hours, but I was still wide awake. I felt restless and didn’t know what I could do to fall asleep. I had tried to drink some tea, didn’t help. I watched an episode of The Office, didn’t help either. It also didn’t help Walter hadn’t texted me back for hours now. I wondered if he was already getting tired of me.

You know, I could, maybe, possible, just make an account on that dating app and swipe for a while. Maybe I would come across someone that matches the profile that the murderer would use. Gia and Carmen will probably kill me though.

I grabbed my phone. I hesitated for a second, but I downloaded the dating app. After I made an account and uploaded some cute selfies, I finally got to do some swiping. The most guys that came up were pretty basic. They didn’t spike my interest at all. They were the typical white boy, all with the same haircut and they looked like they did not only skip legday, also arm- and chestday. Half of them also posed proudly with a fish they had caught. As if that’s something girls like. Too bad none of these men look a little like Walter.

I also came across a few good looking, decent guys. I knew that was not what the police were looking for, so I swiped them to the left. The next profile was of a guy who was way too good looking. He also only had one picture. It was obviously that this picture was stolen from a model. The bio creeped me out a little. He said he liked to hike in nature, and he enjoyed the silence. You enjoy the silence? Are you trying to creep me out on purpose or what? I swiped him to the right. It was weird but I felt like this could be the one the police were looking for.

I swiped for a little while longer. Swiping a few sketchy looking profiles to the right until I felt my eyelids drop. Yawning, I put my phone aside and finally fell asleep.

The next morning my alarm woke me up. I stretched out after I turned the alarm off and grabbed my phone. There were a few messages, one of them was from Walter, but what spiked my interest was that I had a few matches on the dating app. I wanted to check it out, but I noticed I had to get out of bed and take a shower if I wanted to be at work on time.

After I had showered and got dressed, I grabbed my phone. The first message I opened was from Walter. He had texted me at 3am.

Walter: We were working late today, no breakthrough in the case. Missed texting with you, can I make it up by calling you tonight?

My heart skipped a few beats. He wanted to call? With me?! I stared at the message for a few seconds while I felt some butterflies flying around in my stomach. Okay, no need to freak out. He just wants to call, he is not proposing. Yet….

Melody: I missed texting with you too. And of course, you can call me tonight. I look forward to it.

Before I could overanalyse my response, I hit send. Take a deep breath Mel. No need to read into this too much. I checked my other messages and texted my mom and Gia back. My mom wanted to know how I was doing, and Gia needed an approval of her outfit of the day.

I walked to the kitchen and grabbed some milk and cereal. While I was eating my breakfast, I noticed the notifications from the dating app. There were a few new matches, and one of them had send a message. It was from the guy with the creepy profile. His name was John. Millions of people are named John, you could’ve at least been a bit more creative while choosing a name.

John: What do you say good looking? Let’s skip the talking stage and just meet up?

I shivered at the thought of meeting up with this guy, but he could be the one they’re looking for, right? I decided to just go to work and deal with it later.

The workday was slow and boring. I finished a few articles but spend most of my time gossiping with Gia about our favourite celebrities which annoyed Carmen at first, because she wanted to get some work done, but eventually she joined us. I also told them about Walter’s text from that morning. If I weren’t sure I already had a hearing problem from their screams before, I sure as hell would have one now. Those girls made sounds so high, I’m surprised the windows didn’t crack.

The rest day went by slow, and before I knew it the clock showed me it was 3pm. I had decided to not tell Gia and Carmen about the fact I downloaded the dating app and was considering meeting with ‘John’. I mean, I would inform Walter about it. I wasn’t a complete idiot. No need to stress those girls out. Why would I?

My phone buzzed and I picked it up. Another message from ‘John’.

John: What’s it going to be beautiful?

I thought about it, and what could go wrong? I would inform the police, aka Walter. Besides that, I can put up a fight. It’s not like I am a damsel in distress. Plus, the upside of being a little bigger; I’m harder to kidnap, you got to be pretty strong to even lift me up. I shrugged my shoulders and texted him back.

Melody: Sure.

Short, but clear. I looked around the office, Gia and Carmen both sat at their desks typing on their computers. They had no idea what I was doing. They would probably kill me, right here right now. Before I could change my mind about not telling them, my phone buzzed again.

John: Tonight, 7pm? A new bar just opened up, we could get a drink there.

The rest of the message contained the address of the place. I googled it before I answered. The website of the place popped up, and as I suspected, it was clearly a fake website. Bingo. I texted him back, saying I agreed with his plan.

The rest of the hours I had to spend at the office went by surprisingly quick. Soon people were starting to leave, and so were Gia, Carmen and me. We parted ways in the entrance hall, and I drove home. Once I was home, I looked in the fridge, and I came to the conclusion I had forgotten to do groceries. Again.

I wasn’t in the mood to order take out, so I quickly drove to the supermarket. Unfortunately, unlike last time, I didn’t ran into Walter. Shit, I still have to text him about my meeting with ‘John’. I’ll do it once I get back home.

I drove back home and started making dinner. After I ate dinner, and did the dishes, I looked at the clock. It was already 6.30pm and I had to leave soon. Glaring down at my outfit, I decided I wanted to wear something more comfortable. I went to my bedroom and stood in front of my closet. I grabbed an old pair of jeans and a simple long-sleeved black tee. No way I’m going to dress pretty for this guy. Wait, what if he actually is the guy from the picture? Nah, not gonna happen. Shit, I still need to text Walter.

I needed to hurry up and put the tee on. While putting on the jeans, I suddenly heard a sound I didn’t like to hear. I look down and saw the jeans have ripped in the area between my thighs. Thick thighs save lives? They sure as hell don’t save jeans. I thought while throwing them across the room. Quickly I grabbed another, old, pair of jeans and put it on. I put my shoes on and fixed my hair.

I ran into the living room again and grabbed my jacket. With my car keys and phone in one hand, I locked the door behind me with the other one and made my way to my car. 6.45pm, right on time. I started the car and drove off.

While I stood in front of a red light, I remembered I hadn’t texted Walter. Shit. Contemplating what to do, I decided to call him. He didn’t answer. Shit. I left a voicemail instead. The red light turned green and I continued driving. Once I had to stop in front of another red light, I decided to text him as well. I noticed how the streets around me became emptier and emptier.

The street where I was supposed to meet ‘John’ was dark and pretty empty. The sun was settling down, making it even darker. I parked my car at a parking lot and checked my phone. No response from Walter. Not yet at least. I was alone in the parking lot and decided to wait for a few minutes.

Alright, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe this was pretty dumb. And why did I forgot to text Walter. Why couldn’t I have done that sooner?! You know what, I’m just gonna go. This was dumb. And reckless.

But before I could start my car, someone opened my door. A man stood there, he was tall but not very muscular and he did not look like the profile picture at all. He looked at me with a creepy grin that made me regret doing this.

“Hello there, nice to meet you. I’m John and you must be Melody. Why don’t you step out of the car?” he said. I didn’t knew what to say, so I nodded and wanted to step out, but he spoke again. “Why don’t you leave that phone of yours here, we don’t need it do we?”

I knew I had to play by his rules. So, I left my phone and stepped out. He took the keys out of my hands and locked my car. I tried to keep thinking straight. Walter should be here soon, right?

John kept talking to me in the meanwhile. He kept telling me how pretty I was and how glad he was to meet with me. I stopped listening when I heard my phone go off in the car. Walter. If that is not him but my mom, I will do something to her.

“Come on, let’s get away from that car, shall we? The bar is right around the corner,” he spoke. We were the only people in the parking lot. I noticed he had parked his car a few feet away from me. Something was definitely not right.

“You know, I’m actually good here. Could you give me my car keys back though?” I asked. I knew he wouldn’t, but I had to stall. I really hoped the police would show up anytime now.

“Ah please? Just one drink?” He took a step closer to me and grabbed my wrist. I quickly twisted my wrist, releasing it from his grip. He looked at me with an unpleased look, and I suddenly felt a presence behind me. Never sneak up on me you dumbass. I thought as I felt the presence got closer.

Once I felt someone was right behind me, I didn’t waste another second. I took a step to the right and shoved my elbow straight into the guy’s nose with full force. He grunted in pain and when I looked behind me, I saw he grabbed his bloody nose with both his hands.

“Creepy Greg from finance?!” I say surprised. “Could have seen that one coming.”

“You bitch!” the guy in front of me yelled. He raised his fist and threw it at my face. Well, he attempted it. I dodged it and slammed my fist into his face instead.

“Sorry, that might leave a mark,” I smiled.

Creepy Greg from finance was still standing behind me, crying, and telling me I broke his nose and that I would pay for it. Make me.

I looked back at the other guy, and he swung his arms at me again, trying to hit me. I ducked to the side a few times, avoiding being hit. Sadly, I couldn’t escape all his attempts to hit me. His fist met the left side of my face. I felt my blood boiling from anger. I took a deep breath and raised my fists. While I was about to throw a punch, I heard loud noises. Cars. Thank God, they’re here.

Before I could comprehend what was going on, policemen were already running towards us. One tackled creepy Greg and a familiar figure tackled the other guy and threw a hard punch in his face. This is not supposed to turn me on. At all.

Walter got up and handed the guy over to another cop. The guy looked at me in disgust, but I didn’t see it. My eyes were focussed on Walter. He closed the gap between us by taking two passes.

“First of all, that was insanely stupid and dangerous and very dumb. This was reckless behaviour! But we will discuss this later,” he said vigorously.

“Yeah, I figured,” I said. I opened my mouth to continue speaking, but he spoke first.

“Are you alright? Are you hurt?” he said with a concerned look in his blue eyes, and his hand caressed the cheek that had been hit. As his rough, calloused fingers touched my skin I felt a spark of electricity going down my spine. His other hand found its way to my waist, and he pulled me a little closer to him. His body radiated a welcoming warmth, and I smelled his familiar musky cologne.

“I’m fine, just got hit once. You should see creepy Greg’s nose,” I snickered.

“I did, and you sure know how to throw a punch,” he smiled. “I’m glad you’re okay. And I’m glad you called and texted me. I’m sorry I missed the call. If I hadn’t missed it none of this would have happened.”

“No, don’t be sorry. This was a pretty stupid, reckless plan and I should have called sooner,” I quickly answered.

“It was indeed reckless and stupid,” he sighed. “Look, we need to take your statement. Why don’t I take you home after?”

“I’d like that, but my car is here,” I said while pointing at it. His hand left my cheek, but his other hand remained on my waist. He was so close to me, and I felt so comfortable despite what happened a few minutes prior.

“We’ll take care of that, don’t worry.” He grabbed my hand, interlaced his fingers with mine and guided me to one of his colleagues. My heart was racing and skipped a few beats at the same time. His hand felt warm and comforting. I never wanted to let go.

We reached his colleague and he started asking me questions and he squeezed my hand before letting go. He walked away to speak to some of his other colleagues and I immediately missed his hand, it felt like mine had fitted perfectly in his.

I told his colleague what happened, and I could see he thought it was really reckless, but I also saw in his eyes he was kind of impressed. He complimented me on how I stayed calm, but he did tell me to never do anything like this again.

Once he dismissed me, I looked around for Walter. I noticed him already walking towards me, and he offered me a little smile.

“So, Liam is going to take your car down to the station and I will drive you home, alright?”

“Thank you,” I smiled at him. “Can I get something from my car? My phone and keys are still in there.”

After we got my stuff out of the car, he pointed at a big truck. We walked towards it in silence, and he placed his hand on my lower back. Oh god, please keep that hand there forever. Okay, I might be incredibly touch starved.

Unfortunately, we reached the car too soon and his hand left my back to open the door for me. I climbed in and he closed it. He walked around the truck, took place behind the drivers’ wheel, and started the car. While he drove into the street he asked for my address.

We sat in silence next to each other, the radio softly hummed a rock song. I looked out of the window, it was dark and suddenly I realized that what I had done tonight, could have ended badly. Really badly.

“Hey, are you okay?” Walter put his hand on my thigh but when I looked at him, his hand shot up to my cheek to wipe a falling tear away.

“Yeah, yeah. Just realizing that this maybe wasn’t a smart thing to do,” I offered him a small smile. His hand left my cheek and found its way back to my thigh. The warmth coming from it spread throughout my entire body and I didn’t think twice and placed my hand on top of his. He turned his hand around and interlaced his fingers with mine for the second time that night.

He smiled at me and focussed on the road again. We were near my home, but I did not want to be alone now. Heck, I wanted to be near him. I didn’t want him to go. It felt so good to just be around him. I have never felt so comfortable around someone so quickly.

He parked the truck in front of my apartment building, not letting go of my hand.

“So, we’re here,” I mumbled. He grunted in response. We sat in the truck in silence for a few more minutes until it started to rain. I knew it was now or never, he was not going to offer going inside with me. Not after what happened. Perhaps he thought I wanted to be alone.

I felt anxious, but I decided to just ask it.

“Could you stay with me for a while?” I avoided looking at him, but he squeezed my hand and his other hand gently grabbed my chin, making me look into his eyes.

“Sure thing doll.”

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Homecoming - Chapter Five

(Gif’s not my own.)

Summary: The day has arrived, Captain Syverson is going home. For good, this time. He is going home to a civilian life he can hardly remember and a wife he barely knows, with memories of the war still fresh on his mind. Love might not be able to heal everything on its own, but it’s a good start.

Genres: Romance, drama.

Story warnings: Smut (always fully consensual), mentions of PTSD and nightmares and mental health, angst, hurt and comfort, fluff, mentions of war (minor), mentions of cheating (minor), mentions of pregnancy (very minor), police appearance (very minor), violence (very minor).

Notes:

It’s my first time writing for one of Henry’s characters and I’m unsure I did Sy’s character any justice.

This is a Capt. Syverson x OFC (Ada) story, written in 3rd person POV but OFC’s physical description is very limited so it could also be read as Capt. Syverson x Reader, I think.

English is not my first language, so there might be some mistakes. Proofread, but not beta’ed. We die like men and all that.

Timeline is a little wacky: The movie takes place in 2003 and the U.S. forces were withdrawn from Iraq in 2011, but I never set a precise date because I don’t think it’s essential for this story. However, some elements might not be realistic because if we set this story in 2003: Phone cameras quality was not as good as it’s now, but for the purpose of the chapters, I will need you to imagine you could film great videos with your flip phone haha. Plus, it says Sy is coming back after being deployed for more than three years which makes no sense unless we set this in 2006 or later. I am asking you disregard any time inconsistencies.

Also: I am not American. I only lived in the US for six months and it was in the Midwest, not Texas so please bear with me if I write something stupid.

Finally: This will be a Christmas fic and I intend to post the last chapter (there will be seven in total) on or before Christmas. However, religion is never mentioned in this story and the Christmas-sy elements of this story are limited to family gathering, gift giving and tree decorating.

Chapter Five starts after the cut. (Chapter Four can be found here.) Let me know if you wish to be tagged in future chapters or if you wish to be removed from the tag list.

A/N: I am aware of the neutral, perhaps positive, portrait of the police I painted in this chapter. I am fully conscious of the recent (and not so recent) instances of police brutality happening all around the world, many – if not most – of them motivated by racism and other despicable ideologies. With this chapter, I did NOT mean to express support for the police forces. I simply had this ‘plot’ idea come to my mind and decided to write it. There is no ulterior motive.

While all my personal experiences with the police have been positive, I am aware that my ethnicity gives me privilege and that many people are not as lucky as I am. This both angers and saddens me. It has to change.

Black lives matter. Minority lives matter.

Chapter 5

Chapter warnings: Cockwarming, irresponsible driving (kind of), car accident (not serious), police (but no police violence), very mild violence, language (perhaps a little bit worse than in previous chapters but nothing you don’t hear in real life, I guess), mentions of mysogyny.

Ada yawned with Sy quickly following suit. “You can drive my car if you want, Sy. It’s not that new anymore, you know.” She offered, gracing him with the most angelic smile she could muster. It was the first time she was granting him the opportunity to drive her car.

Sy laughed next to her, his left hand moving over the center console to rub her thigh. He had that stupid grin again, that looking endearing with his current droopy eyes. “It’s your car, darlin’. Besides, you’d kill me if I ever so much as got a scratch on it.” He chuckled, suppressing another yawn. “And I know you’re only offering because you want to sleep.”

His wife gasped, a look of mocking offense on her features. “They’re your nephews!”

“But you were the one who said yes,” Sy countered, his eyes closing again as he made himself more comfortable on the car seat. The drive home was only about one hour and a half, but it was the perfect length for a nap.

“What the fuck was I supposed to say, huh?” Ada laughed, gesticulating wildly as was her habit. “Yes, Joshua, I understand you’re taking my pregnant sister-in-law to the hospital. No, I will not look after your kids for the night. It’s our date night.”

Next to her, Sy grimaced. She did have a point, even if he had been looking forward to going bowling with her: Ada was a sore loser which always ended with lots of fun for him. At least, his sister and the baby were okay. Just a normal case of Braxton Hicks, apparently, whatever that was supposed to mean. Perhaps it was good thing Ada didn’t want children because he’d freak out if she started having contractions four months in. “You fell asleep on Luke’s bed at one in the morning when you tried to get him to sleep for the third time and I had to spend the whole night entertaining them with tea parties because they wouldn’t tire!”

“Hey! That’s not cool!” She protested accusatorily, her eyes on the road as she switched lanes to take the next exit. “I didn’t know you couldn’t give kids sugar after a certain hour!”

Sy huffed, shaking his head. They’d had the great idea to bring donuts because according to his dear wife, sugar always made you feel better when you was anxious or down, and the kids had been aware something was off with their mom. “We suck at this parenting thing.”

“You don’t say!” Ada laughed, before loudly cursing at driver who’d just cut her off, something which never failed to make Sy smile. “The nap’s going to feel heavenly once we’re home.”

Sy hummed in agreement, his head falling back against the headrest as he drifted off, hiding his eyes from the sun with his cap. Ada glanced sideways at him, shaking her head. Part of her wanted to shake him awake. If she had to suffer, so did he. But he was right, she had slept more than him and he looked too peaceful to disturb, especially with some leftover glitter still on his cheeks.

Suddenly, there was a mild thump and the car stuttered before stopping, startling Ada who jumped on her seat.

"Shit!" She cursed. "Did I just...?" She began to panic, her eyes moving to the red car in front of them, too close. She had bumped it while she had been distracted by her husband’s stupid, sleepy face!

"Yes, yes you did," Sy laughed next to her. Ada was a good driver and she loved driving, but she was easily distracted and Sy never failed to tease her about it. This time, however, he could tell she was scared from the way her chest was heaving with her shallow breaths. "Want me to deal with it, darlin'?" He offered, tilting his head at the other driver who had just come out of the red, broken-down car.

"No!" Ada protested all too quickly, taking off her seatbelt and grabbing the necessary documents from the glovebox, accidentally hitting his knees in the process. "I am an independent woman who don't need no help," she muttered, trying to convince herself of her own statement. In the eight years since she’d had her gotten her licence, she had never given any of her cars a single scratch, let alone gotten into an accident.

Sy grinned at her antics but tried to hide his amusement, not wanting to make it worse. "All right. I'm here in case you need me, okay?" With a determined nod in his direction, Ada stepped out of the car and attempted to summon the Annalise Keating or the Olivia Pope inside her, whichever she could find in herself.

The man from the red car, who seemed to be in his early forties and balding, was already inspecting his vehicle for damage – looking mighty pissed as he did so. Ada approached the impact point from the other side, noticing the bump on the man’s old car. It didn't look too bad, she sighed with relief. Her own car barely had anything. Ha! She would have to use this as an argument next time Sy and her started discussing cars. Her black Citroën DS5 was sturdy and not just fancy looking, unlike what he said.

"Hello, sir," she said calmly, the man instantly looking up at her. Damn! He really looked furious, seething even. "I am so sorry for this. I was a little distracted- Anyway, it doesn't matter. My insurance will cover whatever repairs your car may require."

"You stupid little bitch!" The man shouted, out of the blue.

Ada gasped, backtracking. The muscles in her jaw twitched. What the fuck was wrong with him? "I understand your anger, but there's no-"

"What were you even doing behind that wheel?" He snarled, gesturing at her car, her baby. "Who the hell lets women like you drive cars like that?!” The man cursed, aggressively waving his hand in the air.

She just stood there, still in shock. Did... did he just bring misogyny into a fender bender situation?! "Women like me?!" She repeated, quite stunned.

"Aye! Bitches like you have no business driving-”

Ada flinched at the man’s words. He was starting to breech the distance between them, moving too close to her. Ada jumped again when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder before realizing it belonged to Sy and letting herself exhale slowly. Thank God he didn’t listen to her and stayed in the car!

"I get that you’re pissed, but that's no way to talk to a lady. You should to apologize," Sy told the man, making it sound very much like an order and very little like a suggestion. The driver huffed before coming closer, his face about as red as the car as when he started laughing. Ada instinctively hid under Sy's arm, though she aware of the ridicule of the whole situation.

"That's your whore? You let your whore drive your car?!"

Okay, this was going too far. It left her lips before she could help it, "that's my own goddamn car, you wanker!". Maybe it was time to stop borrowing insults from Tom.

Ada could almost hear how his jaw clenched when she felt Sy's whole body tense up against hers. "Call her a whore one more time and you're gonna wish she had run you over instead."

This was escalating. Ada bit her lower lip. She was going to have to be the bigger person here. "Look, I'll just go grab my phone from the car and call the police. They'll deal with this." Ada announced, dislodging herself from Sy’s grip before turning around to get to her car.

Her hand had just wrapped around the car door handle when there was a clouting noise, quickly followed by a loud thump, this time. Ada immediately turned around at the sound. The angry driver was out cold on the ground, blood rushing out of his nose and forehead, with Sy looking down at him, the same blood tainting his fist.

"Oh shit!"

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A lanky guy, smelling heavily of pot, was thrown inside the almost full holding cell by the same officer who had arrested him. Sy was amused at the sight until the guy, after a full survey of the room, started walking him up to him before sitting down on the bench far too close for his liking.

Exhaling through his nose, Sy tried ignoring the smell and closed his eyes again. He didn’t expect the nap he had been looking forward to, to be in a stinky cell with stinky men but it would have to make do. At least, after the man sitting closest to the entrance had commented on the leftover pink glitter that still shone in Sy’s beard, nobody had bothered him anymore – not after he quite literally made the man piss himself with just one stare. That man wouldn’t have survived a single day in Baqubah.

"It's cramped in here," the new guy commented nonchalantly though his eyes were fixed on Sy. Out of politeness - damn Ada and her insistence on good manners! - Sy acknowledged his useless statement with a noncommittal hum.

"Name's Ben, by the way," he said, stretching out of his hand but Sy didn’t move a muscle. What was it in his current posture - crossed arms and spread legs - that made him appear friendly enough for a chat, he wondered, rolling his eyes behind his closed eyelids.

"And you are...?"

Sy groaned out loud time. "Not interested."

Ben didn’t get the hint and proceeded to ramble off about how he got caught selling pot near the university. Sy was actively working on drowning out his voice when the sound of fast and angry clicking heels on the concrete floor caught his attention. He smiled. Ada. Apparently, she hadn’t changed and was still dressed for date night, wearing a dress and stilettos, even though they had only meant to go bowling and eat at a steakhouse.

Somehow, everyone in the holding cell must have been intrigued by the same sound because all conversation suddenly stopped, the men all hoping to eavesdrop.

"I am here for Syverson. I wish to talk to him."

"Ma'am, I apologize but we are not allowed to let him out of his cell."

"Not a problem. Just give me the keys and I'll let him out myself!"

Every person in the holding cell laugh with Sy grinning quietly, amused at how she sounded distinctively more foreign when she was mad. He was used to her accent in more intimate settings, but he was enjoying the sound of it during her current outburst which was followed by an uninterrupted string of curse words and insults alike, all coming from her delicate mouth. First, in English, then French. Spanish. Portuguese. Italian. Sy frowned at the last one, he didn’t recognize it. Was it German? He'd have to ask her.

"What a woman, huh," the guy next to him deadpanned, still not giving up on a conversation.

Silence fell again as everyone attempted to listen to the rest. “I swear to God I’ll hang your heads up in my living room if –“

Sy only huffed, leaning back against the cold wall. "You can't even begin to imagine."

"You know her?" The pothead quipped up.

"Yeah," Sy replied. "She’s my wife." He said it loud enough to make sure everyone was able to hear it.

“Oh,” came the nasal voice next to him just as they heard heavy, resigned footsteps become louder.

A different policeman stopped just behind the door, a colleague just behind him as he fished out the right key from his pocket. “Syverson,” he called out loudly. “There’s a woman here for you.”

Sy got up at once, unable to hide his smug smirk. Ada always got her way.

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“What the fuck were you thinking, Sy?!” His wife blurted out as soon as she was let inside the interview room, the young officer locking the door from the outside. Then, turning around, she caught sight of her husband handcuffed to the table and her shoulders instantly slacked, her anger vanishing almost instantly. “What you did was disproportionate,” she sighed, her voice calmer as she took a seat in front of him, the cold iron table separating them.

"He called you a whore, I just punched him!" Sy protested, leaning back on the chair. "My response was disproportionate - disproportionately small."

"You knocked him out cold!" Ada reminded him, her voice pitching higher than usual but the only response she got from Sy was a smug grin. "He might press charges, you know. It's battery."

Sy rolled his eyes, sitting up straight. "He’s an asshole."

Now, it was her turn to roll her eyes although she knew he hated it when she did that. She took a deep breath, hoping to calm down. Sy was looking entirely unbothered, but she was freaking out at the situation. "I'll try to convince him not to press charges and offer to cover the medical bill on top of the car repairs in return."

"Medical bill?" Sy asked, cocking his eyebrow.

"Yes. After the police took you into custody, he was brought to the hospital. From what I heard, he has a broken nose, needed stitches on his forehead and got a concussion." Sy only huffed with a smirk. "This is not funny, Syverson!"

"It wasn't funny when he called you a whore either," Sy countered. He was right. It was also very pleasant to see that dickhead in pain, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

"Look, my friend, Gale, who's a lawyer, is on her way. I'll get you out of here tonight. He’ll either agree to drop the charges or I’ll bail you out."

The corners of his lips twitched. He moved his hands as much as the chain allowed, to grab hers and squeeze them in his large ones. "Are you worried about me, darlin'?"

What a teasing little shit he could be! Of course, she was worried about him! He was in a cell! Feigning innocence, Ada smiled, running her thumbs over the back of his hands. "I am not. However, seeing what you did to that prick just got me really horny and I would like to have you back in my bed tonight," she whispered, watching as her husband’s smug grin slowly disappeared as she got up and grabbed her purse, heading to the door.

"You better get me out of here quickly!" Sy called after her.

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He was returned to the holding cell, the officer uncuffing his wrists again once the bars closed behind him. There were two new faces, but he also recognized that at least three men had left already. Unfortunately, pothead was still there.

“I saved you your spot,” Ben smiled wildly, gesturing at the vacant portion of the bench next to him. “The guy in the red shirt was going to sit here but I told him it was occupied.”

Sy merely hummed, taking the seat that had so generously been saved for him. Hopefully Ada would get him out quickly because he didn’t know how much longer he could deal with his chatty neighbour.

“Was she mad?” Ben asked, whispering loudly and defeating the entire purpose of a whisper in the first place. “Did she yell at you?”

Despite his closed eyes, Sy could feel Ben’s stare on him as he awaited an answer. “No.”

Ben nodded thoughtfully, shaking the uneven bench as he did so. “If we go to prison, I want to share a cell with you.”

If Ada didn’t get him out of there quickly, he was soon going to get charged for battery again.

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Sy stood by the counter, his attention on the ugly Christmas decorations he hadn’t noticed when they brought him in hours earlier. Somehow, he had managed to forget all about it. And fuck, he still needed to get Ada a present!

“Here are your things,” the young officer told him as he slid over a transparent plastic bag.

With a curt nod, Sy ripped it open and fetched his wedding band first, before looking for his wallet and belt. He was already heading to the door when he turned around at the last minute. “Did Mrs. Syverson post my bail?”

“No, the charges were dropped.”

Huffing with amusement and a hint of pride, Sy zipped up his coat and headed to the front door. He swiftly descended the stairs in front of the precinct, his face illuminating at the sight of her. She was still wearing the black dress and the fancy shoes, her makeup now lightly smudged around her eyes.

As soon as he was close enough, his hands moved to Ada's waist and he leaned down to kiss her, only for her to pull away at his touch. "Not so fast, big guy," she teased, a glint in her eyes as she grabbed something out of her coat pocket he couldn't yet identify. "You're still in trouble."

Sy threw back his head, his laugh booming through the night sky as he finally saw what she was holding up in front of him. Handcuffs, and not the fluffy ones either.

"Now gimme your hands," Ada demanded, making him cock his brow at her authoritative tone.

With a chuckle he obeyed, presenting her his hands. "Yes, ma'am."

Sy watched keenly as she fumbled with the cuffs to get them around his wrists, and then seized the right opportunity to take the upper hand, easily taking the cuffs away from her small hands.

With a shriek, Ada found herself bent over the black hood of her own car, her cheek pressed up against the slick surface and her husband's body pressed up against hers. She could hear the smirk in his voice when he spoke. "Mrs. Syverson, you're under arrest for unlawful teasing back in the questioning room." Ada scoffed, the sound weakened by his heavy weight on top of her. "You have the right to remain silent. Everything you do say can and will be held against you in-"

"Your dick!" Ada suddenly blurted out, a little too loud given where they were, and Sy immediately stopped, clearly surprised, but she quickly felt him laugh against her back.

Before she could join him, Sy smacked her ass, effectively silencing her. "Guess I'll have to fuck that attitude out of you," he grunted before pulling away and fastening the cuffs around her wrists.

Ada kept complaining as he carefully dragged her inside the car. Despite her struggling, Sy easily opened the right backdoor and threw her on the backseat, mindful to fasten her seatbelt before closing the door. Her eyes widened and her mouth went agape when Sy sat down behind the steering wheel and proceeded to push back the driver’s seat and readjust all the mirrors.

“Are you shitting me?” She exclaimed, leaning forward on her seat as much as the belt would allow. He was messing up with all her settings and the grin on her face made it very clear that he was doing it all on purpose just to get her riled up.

“Language, darlin’,” he chided, turning on the engine. “Didn’t you ask me to drive earlier, anyway?”

Ada groaned in response, shutting her eyes tightly before opening them again. “You know very well that was-“

Sy didn’t let her finish, the tires squealing on the tar as he sped out of the parking lot all too fast. Ada involuntarily cringed at the noise. “I’ll make you pay for this!”

“We’ll see, kitten. We’ll see.” He was entertaining by her determination even though her eyes were already closing.

As expected, Ada fell asleep within five minutes despite the handcuffs keeping her arms in an uncomfortable position. Her head lolled before it finally came to rest against the window. He watched her though the central mirror, an adoring look in his blue eyes as she sighed contently the very moment she had fallen asleep. While he had managed to rest while in the cell, though not as much as he had hoped, he knew Ada had been up all afternoon trying to sort everything out and get him out. Sy had noticed her exhaustion as soon as she started fumbling with the handcuffs, her movements uncharacteristically clumsy.

He stopped at a junk food drive thru on their way home – night had already fallen and he hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast. He doubted she had either. Her eyes didn’t even flutter under the bright neon lights and once he parked the car on their driveway and went to carry her inside along with their food, after undoing the cuffs, her body was completely limp in his arms. It was only when he accidentally let her shoulder hit the doorframe as he tried to lead them inside their bedroom, that she woke up again. “Ouch!”

“Sorry,” Sy murmured and kissed her forehead before laying her down on the bed and setting down the bag on the mattress next to her. Her nose wrinkled as she sniffed the air even as he helped her out of her coat and dress, and then the shoes. “Did you get us food?”

“Tenders and fries.”

Within an instant, she had ripped the bag open and was clutching the bucket of chicken to her chest, moaning as soon as she took a bite. He smiled knowingly at her– she had been hungry after all.

Hurriedly, Sy took off his clothes and slid in bed behind his wife, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her closer to him. They hadn’t slept together the previous night as they babysat the kids and he had missed the feel of her soft body against his. A content hum escaped him as his already partially hard cock nestled against the roundness of her ass.

Ada chuckled at his reaction, the vibrations of her body sending sparks of pleasure to his growing erection. “I have an idea,” she whispered, her voice becoming seductive again as she started rubbing herself against him.

Sy groaned deeply and tightened his grip on her waist, forcing her to still even though he was no longer sure for what he now hungered more; food or his wife. “We’re both hungry and exhausted,” he reasoned with her, his fingers moving some hair away from her neck so that he could kiss her there.

“Let me,” she insisted, a grin audible in her voice. Her hands disappeared under the bedsheets and she slid off her panties before retaking her initial position as the little spoon. Behind her, Sy groaned as her delicate fingers took hold of his cock, giving it a few pumps before guiding him inside her warmth. He muffled a soft moan against neck at the snug feeling of tight her walls, his arm tightening around her again. She let out a quiet gasp at the stretch, it hurt a little despite her still being sufficiently wet from when he had pushed her against the hood of the car. But once he was fully inside, Ada sighed at the pleasure of being again. “Now we can eat.”

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There are two more chapters to go! Next chapter will include Christmas tree decorating. I am running behind on schedule so I cannot guarantee the last chapter will be posted by Christmas but I’ll do my best.

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henrycavell · 4 years

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Heroine

*not my gif, if i end up actually updating this, i’ll make it a header

pairing: clark kent / ofc named Emma

summary: working on it

warnings: the only warning i can think is, im not sure if this is going to be a series, or if its just going to be a string of one shots or if im just posting this to never update it but here we go :)

word count: 1.7k

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Her body ached, every inch of her flesh felt bruised and every muscle and joint was sore and throbbing. Emma’s body laid atop the rubble from the battle, a destroyed street corner that ended up taking a little family owned sandwich shop out too. Cutting through the sounds of camera shutters and people questioning her seemingly unconscious body, Emma could hear the owner of the shop crying, throwing his hands in the air and freaking out. How was she focusing on that background conversation so easily? And… was this her fault?

The last thing she remembered clearly was walking home from campus. She’d failed a math test and had been freaking out about it, certain she was going to have to repeat the class next semester. The absolute last thing she remembered was telling herself there was nothing she could do about it now, and had decided to treat herself. So, she had turned the corner of Main Street with the intention of heading to the little ice cream parlor at the end of the block.

It had been a relatively normal day. The sun was setting, the temperature was dropping and the sky was a beautiful mix of pinks and reds turning to purples. Emma had passed several couples and families out enjoying their evening as she strolled down Main Street. At that’s where her memory ends.

Forcing her eyes open, Emma pulled herself up into a sitting position and tried to ignore the throbbing headache that was pounding in the back of her skull. The sudden movement from the young woman garnered a reaction from the news reporters and the citizens who had gathered around. The entire crowd seemed to silence, their breaths catching in the back of their throats. But the quiet didn’t last for very long.

“Miss! Miss! Can you tell us what happened?”

“Where did you come from!?”

“Do you know Superman??”

Questions came hurling at her so quickly that she hadn’t had time to answer any of them. Emma’s eyes widened as she looked around at all the different lights, cameras in every direction pointed on her. And she hadn’t the slightest clue what she had done. Or what had even happened.

“How did such a little thing like you take out those two big men?” A reporter with a sleazy mustache asked, pushing a microphone up to her mouth as two EMTs tried to make their way through the crowd to her.

“Get that out of my face,” Emma mumbled, swatting away at the microphone, feeling her stomach twisting itself into knots. She never had liked having attention on her, not even a little bit. One of the EMTs came up to her side and got down on his knees to her level, beginning to check her over, asking if she was alright. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, pulling her arm away from the medic.

The man looked towards his partner, before back at Emma. “We just watched you crash through the side of that shop. Let us take you and check you out.”

The last place Emma was going to go was anywhere with these strangers. “No, I’m fine.”

A new voice entered her focus, demanding to be heard over the rest of the reporters even though it was soft and gentle. “She said she’s fine.” This reporter wore a brown suit over a navy plaid button up. His hair was perfect, not even a strand out of place. Large black framed glasses caught the reflection of the street lights in the night, hiding swirling pools of blue. The man’s brow was set into a hard line as he shooed the men away, though he knew there was nothing he could do for the mass crowd behind him. Clark only knew this girl didn’t need medical attention.

Clearing his throat, he held his hand out to Emma and gave her a small smile, nervous that she wouldn’t take it. He needed to speak to her and he hated that it had to be under the guise of a Daily Planet reporter, but he couldn’t speak to her as anyone else. “Names Clark. I… Daily Planet.” He mumbled, his gaze falling to his suede shoes on the wet pavement, his hand falling before Emma even had a chance to take it. Positive that she wouldn’t have anyway. “Let me just help you out of here,” Clark offered, looking back up at her before he reached for her hands on his own, pulling her up from the debris she had made a bed out of.

Emma had wanted to refuse him, had been thinking about pushing him away, too. To hell with his help, reporter was written all over him. It was just an attempt to get her to answer his questions over the rest. But he hadn’t given her a chance. Pulling her up to her feet, Emma groaned, feeling her back pop in places it shouldn’t. The strange man held her close to his chest, using his free arm to push his way through the crowd. Other reporters quickly shouted for their camera men to follow, with their pens and note pads in their hands they tried frantically to chase or stop them.

“Hey! Hey, wait!” They would shout, but Clark hadn’t hesitated for a step, nor had he allowed Emma to. Leading her down the street, Clark silently cursed to himself. If he were alone, he could turn down any one of these alleys and then just fly off to escape the vultures on their heels, but he couldn’t do that now.

Letting his hand fall to Emma’s, he grabbed it tightly and pulled her down a darkened street, before immediately pulling her into the empty back entrance of a closed restaurant. Clark flattened himself against the wall, forcing Emma to do the same with his arm across her chest. Her heart was pounding heavy, impossible for him to ignore. The shadows and the dumpster concealed the pair and Clark watched as the crazed reporters continued down the street with their camera men on their heels.

The large man’s shoulders slouched as he stepped away from the wall, one hand raising to his face to fix his glasses. Before he could even open his mouth, Emma was already walking away from him. “I’m not answering any questions for you, either.” The night was cold, a chill breeze rolling through the empty streets. Emma could hear the sounds of police sirens right around the corner and still, she wondered just what she had done.

“Then I won’t ask any,” Clark called after her, taking a few steps in her direction.

“Then you have no reason to be following me.” Emma pointed out to him, heading in the opposite way of the police lights, not sure what way she was headed. But Clark wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“Where are you going? You just went through something unbelievable and you’re acting like nothing has happened. Let me just make sure you get home safe-“ Clark reached out to place his hand on her shoulder. Emma turned on her heels and jerked away from his touch, looking at him as if he were an alien, but she couldn’t have possibly known that. “Don’t touch me. I don’t need your help.”

Clark frowned, freezing in his tracks as he looked down at Emma. He couldn’t shake this feeling he kept getting, especially when he looked right into her glistening eyes. Like she was completely clueless, afraid even. “Do you even know what just happened?” His question rolled off of his tongue in a breath, and Emma’s reaction was all the answer he needed. Her brow pulled together and her stare faltered from his. Her gaze dropped for just a second, a slight hesitation before her lips parted, but no words came out.

“Let me help you,” Clark repeated, reaching out to her once more. His hands fell on her shoulders and he turned her back in the direction she had initially been walking in. His hand fell down to her back, but not in a way that sent chills down her spine. Rather, it was comforting. Emma looked up at Clark as she followed him down the sidewalk, trying to tell herself that she was being tricked. He was a reporter, and all he wanted was the scoop first, he didn’t actually care. But what did Emma have to tell him? She knew nothing.

Whenever Emma closed her eyes, she would see slight flashes of the event. She’d remember what it felt like to throw a man through a brick wall, and how it had felt when she’d hit one herself. But she couldn’t recount the event, not at all. “Let’s get you some food, just sit down and relax for a bit. Then I can call a ride, take you home.” Clark was speaking again, pulling Emma out of her thoughts. For the moment, he wasn’t acting like a reporter and that was enough to help keep her calm.

Clark kept one hand on Emma for their entire walk, afraid that at any second the woman would get frightened again and decide to run. Still downtown, Clark brought her to a little restaurant he had visited on a handful of business occasions. They had little golden lights twinkling outside of their windows and a black and silver striped banner. It was fancy, but cozy and inviting at the same time.

“I’m… not very hungry,�� Emma hesitated at the door, lingering on the stairs as Clark held the door open out for her.

“That’s fine,” he spoke, though a little frown came to his lips. “You don’t want to stand out here in the cold and wait for your ride, though, do you?” Clark motioned into the restaurant anyway, forcing a little smile her way. “I’ll order the ride now, promise.”

Emma sighed, her hands hugged around her torso, already bitter over the chilly temperature. Something told her that if she entered the restaurant with Clark, he’d be trying to get her to talk about the event sooner rather than later. But she was a rather long walk from her apartment and he was right, she didn’t want to be out in the cold any longer.

“Fine,” she mumbled and stepped into the restaurant before him.

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missmonsters2 · 5 years

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From the Beginning

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader/OFC

Prompt Request: Anonymous - 16: Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me. - 19: You broke my heart.

Notes: This was an incredibly hard challenge with these dialogue prompts and a happy ending LOL I hope you like it (this is probably as about as happy as it can get).

Warnings: mentions of past abusive relationships.

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There was something off about your girlfriend, but you couldn’t be sure of what it was. You had been dating Natasha for almost a year now, and everything had been as good as you could expect it.

You guys definitely had some rough patches here and there, but that was because you had been through some really shitty relationships. You’ve been used, manipulated, and cheated on before, so you were a little cautious when dating.

You had met Natasha at the police station when you were filing a restraining order against your ex because he would seriously not leave you alone and has taken to standing outside your house at all hours.

It was freaking you out, thus the restraining order.

Just as you had just finished the application, the door opened to the station, and in came your ex with a black eye and a couple scratches. Behind him was a drop-dead gorgeous redhead. She was chewing gum, scowling at your ex.

A policeman came up to her to get the details and was cuffing your ex before you could even say anything.

The redhead looked over at you and raised her brow. “You’re the girl that he kept trailing.”

Still shocked, you nodded dumbly. The police were telling you that he caught dealing some drugs and started a fight with the redhead over there. He was most likely going to do some time and asked if you wanted to file a restraining order still.

The redhead cut in, saying you still should. She was leaving after, and you turned your head to the officer and asked him to file it before running off to chase after her.

She was surprised when you stopped her and asked if you could at least buy her coffee for, in a way, saving you.

It was a long shot. You could see her being the distant type, but to your surprise, she said yes.

That’s how it all started. You honestly hadn’t really expected anything of it after the first coffee and getting to know each other a little bit. But then you kept seeing her everywhere.

At the coffee shop, at the grocery store, at the park. Hell, she even showed up at the yoga studio you go to often.

It weirded you the hell out, but she looked equally as surprised to see you every time. When you had asked her what brought her to this specific studio, she mumbled about it being mandated or recommended.

Even then, you still didn’t really think anything of it. You were okay with a friendship with Natasha. At least she seemed honest and upfront, which you appreciated.

There was a routine in your friendship. Get coffee in the morning, go your separate ways for work, grab lunch together, head to the yoga studio in the evening, and maybe watch a movie at night.

Obviously, there were days you couldn’t see her, but it never bothered you.

So, one day when you were grabbing drinks together, and some douchey guy kept trying to get your attention and pull you onto the dance floor with him, you turned to Natasha to ask if you could go home now.

But she was kissing you, pulling you into her soft embrace, and glaring at the guy until he left.

“Why did you do that?” You asked softly.

Natasha looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction to it, but you didn’t show anything.

She still held you in her embrace, softly trailing her fingers down your arm to lace your fingers together.

“Be mine,” she whispered softly in your ear. It was the way that she said it that made your heart flutter.

Now, there were definitely times where the two of you fought. In the beginning, you were kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop. You were waiting for everything to go downhill, that she would yell at you if something were wrong, or guilt-trip you into getting her way, or even cheat on you.

Natasha made it very clear that isn’t who she was and for you to hold yourself back waiting on that would doom them.

Sometimes you fought because you were 99.99% sure that Natasha was hiding something from you.

You were a novelist, so sometimes the smallest detail would catch your attention.

And she was.

Four months in and she let you know that she was an Avenger.

Then the fights would shift into being with her could cause you harm, and maybe it was better to split up.

The point is that every time you fought, there was a lead-up to it and you made up every time.

That’s why you knew there was something off with Natasha. You wrote trashy romance novels (not because you were entirely into them, but it pays well), and you literally wrote all these situations out.

Natasha had been quiet, distant, and unfocused when the two of you were together.

Then there were the late nights out and which she would always say it was because of work. It wasn’t like you could confirm it anyways with her being a secret spy and all.

You even tried to pick a fight with her once, but she just wouldn’t respond to your bait.

You tried to not think of the worst possible scenario, which was she was cheating on you because you had already gone through this. You didn’t want your insecurities from past relationships to carry over into this one, especially since you’ve been dating for a year.

You convinced yourself you were just being insecure, maybe even a little crazy. Natasha was a wonderful girlfriend. She was attentive towards you, gave you affection when you needed it, and gave you space when you needed it.

The sex was great too.

There was nothing to worry about, you told yourself.

It really just was work. She’s busy saving the world. She’s seen shit that would probably make you vomit.

So, of course, sometimes she would just be distant or unfocused. People have different ways of getting their shit together, who were you to judge?

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Today, you were going to surprise her at the tower. You had brought her favorite lunch and everything, hoping to cheer your girlfriend up.

“Hey, Happy,” you greeted with a soft smile, and the security guard returned it to you.

“Hey, here to see Natasha?” He asked. You nodded, holding up your bagged lunch.

“Oh, I almost forgot.” You opened the lunch up and grabbed a sandwich out and held it to Happy.

“I made some extra cutlets, thought I might give you one.”

Happy took the sandwich with a huge grin, giving you a thankful look.

“Extra sauce?” He asked.

“Is there any other way?” You replied, and Happy let out an excited, ‘yes!’ before letting you pass.

You made your way to her office but found it empty. You were about to ask JARVIS where she might be when you bumped into Steve.

“Oh, hey, Steve,” you said, giving him a brief hug in greeting.

Steve hugged you back with a bit of a pat before letting you go.

“Hey, here to see Nat?” He asked, eyeing the bagged lunch in your hand.

You nodded but looked sheepish. “Yep! Sorry, didn’t pack any for you.”

Steve jokingly looked crushed but then laughed, “That’s alright, guess you’ll just have to bring me some next time. I think Natasha is in the training room with Clint. Want me to let her know you’re on your way over?”

You shook your head, “No, I’ll surprise her. Thanks!”

Giving him a quick wave, you made your way to the training room instead.

You were already starting to feel a little better. Maybe you were just being a little crazy.

You were approaching the training room, and you could see your girlfriend through the window of the door as she took down Clint.

Just about as you were about to enter, Clint started to speak.

“Okay, so now that you’ve taken me down a couple times, you ready to talk?”

Natasha huffed as she got up and adjusted her tank top.

“Not really,” she said sullenly.

Clint took his friend to sit at the edge of the ring where they had their legs hanging and arms on the ropes.

“What’s the matter lately? You’ve been spending all your hours at work, and we don’t have any missions.”

Your heart drops when you hear that. The sense of dread clouds over but you force yourself to listen on (because you can’t stand it when you read a book, and this happens, and the main character leaves before hearing an explanation).

Natasha is twirling the ends of her hand wraps and then sighs. “I don’t want to go home. If I go home, then my girlfriend is there, and I can’t see her right now.”

Your cheeks tinge a bit red when you hear that, because ouch? You don’t think you’re that bad of company.

“Why not? Just a couple weeks ago you were fine.” Clint asks.

Natasha is rubbing her temples before she looks at Clint with a guilty expression.

“I did something bad.”

Your jaw is clenching, that feeling is knawing at your gut again, but you hold on. Everything has a reasonable explanation.

Clint sighs, pursing his lip at his friend. “What did you do, Nat?”

Natasha is back to playing with her hand wrap again. “You know Tanya?”

Clint scrunches his eyebrows as he tries to recall who she’s talking about.

“You mean from...legal?” Clint asks, a little unsure. He had only seen her a couple times, she mostly worked with Tony.

Natasha nodded. “Well, a couple of weeks ago, she came to me for help because Tony told her that I used to work in her position and she needed a little help with some of the forms and policies.”

“Okay?” Clint said, unsure where this was going.

“Well,” Natasha murmured. “She kept coming to me every time she needed help, I felt bad, so I kept helping her.”

Clint scrunched his eyebrows together in confusion. “Okay? Just tell Tony to tell her that she needs to ask her manager for help. Or ask Pepper.”

“That’s not the problem,” Natasha said, putting her head in her hands. “The problem is that we almost slept together.”

Clint started coughing as he swallowed his spit wrong. “What?!”

Natasha scrunched her eyes closed as she sighed.

“What the hell, Nat? Why did you guys almost sleep together? I thought everything was going perfect with your girlfriend!” Clint asked his friend, a tone of disappointment in his voice.

You were lovely, in his opinion. Good for Natasha in a way you were both patient and didn’t take any shit.

“I don’t know. One moment I was helping her with a legal form and then the next we were kissing, and she was stripping on my desk.” Natasha recalled.

You were standing outside the door, back against the wall with your hand over your mouth as you tried to hide the sob that desperately wanted to escape.

“When I realized what was happening, I stopped it. I haven’t seen Tanya since then, but now I can’t go home.”

“Why did you even let it get that far? Are you actually not happy?” Clint asked, worry in his tone.

Natasha shook her head. “No, everything is going perfect. I don’t know...I guess I just doubted my feelings.”

You suddenly understood every main character in the books and why they left. It was just breaking your heart to listen to Natasha explain why she cheated on you.

You didn’t think you could keep quiet anymore, but there was no way in hell you were ready to face Natasha either.

As quietly as you could, you gathered the strength to your feet and walked off to leave the training area.

The tears were already furiously welling up in your eyes as you walked off as quickly as you could to leave the tower.

You hit something hard and stumbled back a little bit.

Steve had his hands on your shoulders to steady you and keep you from falling.

“Sor--what’s wrong?” He asked, rather alarmed at seeing your red eyes and tears built up.

You looked at Steve and heard the question, and it was like the dam just opened.

You choked on a sob, hand to your mouth as your legs gave out. Steve immediately caught you, eyes wide as his heart thudded in his chest as he looked at the overflowing tears down your cheek.

He had never seen you cry. Throughout all the fights you ever had with Natasha, you had never cried.

Even when your ex got out of prison early and broke into your home, you didn’t cry when you called the police for help.

You didn’t even cry when the police called the tower knowing who you were and Steve had to help you get stitches (Steve had to stop Natasha from committing murder, but he was quite tempted to help her).

So, seeing you here, sobbing in his chest with your shoulders violently shaking concerned him considerably.

You heard footsteps down the hallway and peeked out to see Natasha and Clint making their way towards you.

You tensed immediately, and Steve felt it.

Natasha had exited the room with Clint, feeling better about their conversation and knew what she needed to do. At the main entrance, they both saw you in Steve’s arms with your shoulders shaking, and alarm bells immediately started going off in her head.

She approached you, calling your name softly but you didn’t turn to look at her. So, Natasha gently put her hand on your shoulder to gather you from Steve’s arms, but the moment she touched you, you turned around and slapped her hand away.

You looked at her, eyes narrowed in anger with your brows pinched together as the tears kept flowing.

But it was like just looking at Natasha broke you further, unable to keep that expression as you choked on another sob, turning away with your eyes closed.

You took a deep breath, turning back and pushing your bagged lunch into her hands.

You didn’t look at anyone else as you turned back around and started to make your way out again. You didn’t say anything to Happy as he called out to you, just knowing you needed to get to your car.

Steve looked at Natasha in confusion and Clint sighed, rubbing his hands over his face as he knew already what must’ve happened.

Natasha felt dread in her heart at the way you had looked at her, had slapped her hand away from touching you. She opened the lunch bag to see her favorite sandwich inside and a small note.

Taking the note out, she really felt her heart drop as she read it.

Hey babe,

Sorry if I’ve been annoyingly clingy the last couple of weeks. Just been getting crazy thoughts, but you’ve been such an amazing girlfriend.

Always on your side.

Love you

It signed your name at the bottom. Steve had caught a glimpse of the note and looked at Natasha.

The guilt in her eyes made Steve clench his jaw as he turned around and ran out to catch up to you.

He caught you just as you were getting into your car.

“Wait!” Steve called, holding onto your door before you could get in and shut it.

You were still crying as you clenched the top of your car door.

“Wait,” Steve said again, “I don’t know what Natasha did, but you need to come back in to talk about it. Whatever it is, you can work it out.”

You shook your head, trying to get into your car and shut the door but Steve would not let you.

“You can--”

“She cheated on me, Steve!” You shouted, feeling the embarrassment leak in as you did.

It was silent for a moment. Steve didn’t know what to say. Of all the things he thought could’ve happened, this wasn’t it.

You looked at Steve, and it broke his heart to see how defeated you looked.

“She cheated on me weeks ago. I’m sure there are many explanations for it, but I can’t listen to any of it right now. Do you know how stupid I feel right now?” You stuttered slightly as you were trying to catch your breath.

You looked at Steve, who just stared at you with his jaw clenched and lips in a tight line.

“So, can you please let me go and so I can at least cry and feel stupid in the sanctuary of my own home?”

Steve looked at you for a moment more before letting go of your car door. You were about to get in and shut the door before Steve grabbed on again.

You were so close to just exploding when you looked at Steve.

“Let me drive you home at least,” Steve said, worried that you would cry on the way home and your tears would block your vision, and therefore, you would get into a car crash and die.

He held his hand out, and you sighed before giving him your keys and walked over to the passenger side.

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Steve had helped you into your house and into your room before he said he would check in on you soon and left.

You cried frustratingly hard when he left.

You never felt heartbreak like you did right now. It was like someone was squeezing your heart and your mind couldn’t help but replay everything Natasha said.

God, you were so stupid.

Here you were, trying to make excuses for Natasha’s behavior, telling yourself you're crazy.

But she had almost slept with someone else and then hid it from you for weeks.

Were you that bad of a girlfriend? Did you treat her like shit? Is that why she doubted her feelings for you?

You just felt like there was something wrong with you. It has to be you, otherwise, how could every person you date treat you like shit?

You stayed in bed the entire night. Sometime later in the middle of the night, you had heard banging on your door.

“Baby, I know you’re home. Please open the door,” It was Natasha’s mumbled voice through the door you heard, but you ignored it.

Minutes later you heard tapping on your bedroom window, but with your curtains shut, Natasha couldn’t see through it.

“Please open up, I really need to talk to you,” Natasha was pleading through the window, but you had merely watched her silhouette silently.

It had gone on for an hour of Natasha asking you to let her in, but you had ignored her, putting on your headphones before turning the other way.

It was stupid, you thought. Even though she had cut you deeply, you were still hanging on. She couldn’t break up with you if you didn’t let her in.

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You didn’t leave your bed for weeks. Steve was smart enough to steal your keys when he dropped you off and made himself a copy so he could check on you.

“That’s kind of fucked up,” you comment into your pillow when Steve told you.

“Yeah, well, language, first of all. Secondly, as your friend, I need to check on you.” He was cleaning up your strewn clothes on the floor as he said that.

You hadn’t really had the appetite to eat, and Steve demanded that you eat, even if it was soup.

He dragged you out of bed and made you go shower before having you sit in the kitchen as he made you some hearty soup.

It was currently nighttime since Steve had meetings and other work stuff he had to do during the day, but you had appreciated his kindness nonetheless.

He was in the middle of ladling soup in your bowl before he heard knocking on your door. Steve went to open it, but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

“Don’t,” you say quietly. “It’s her at the door.”

Steve furrowed his brows together, and true enough, Natasha’s voice rang through the door.

“Steve! Open up, I know you’re in there with her!” It was accompanied by knocking on the door.

Now the both of you knew that she had been trailing him. Steve looked a little unhappy at that but still felt awkward that you wanted him to ignore her through the door.

You both ate your meal in relative silence, mostly because Natasha had still been knocking. You were pretty sure she was contemplating breaking in, but maybe she refrained herself knowing Steve was here.

Also, you had previous experiences with exes breaking.

Was she an ex?

“How often does she stand out there?” Steve asked. He usually came in the day time, so this hadn’t happened before.

You shrug, putting more soup into your mouth. “Every day. Sometimes an hour, sometimes three, sometimes all night. Guess it depends on how much times she has. She’ll move the bedroom window eventually.”

Steve’s eyes widen at the response, quickly looking at the door before back at you.

You were staring at the TV, but it was apparent you weren’t even watching it. He grabbed your bowl to put it down with a sigh.

“I think you should talk to her,” Steve said.

You sighed, pressing your palm your eye to relieve the headache.

“I know,” you whisper.

The two of you rarely discuss Natasha. You don’t ask him how she’s doing or if she’s said anything about you.

He tries not to bring up what happened as he can see the pain it causes, but he didn’t think you could let it go on like it has.

Steve put his arm on your shoulder, bringing you into a one-arm hug and patted your arm comfortingly. “Whatever happens, I’ll still be your friend and support you. Just talk to her first, she obviously really wants to. I’ll get her to give you some time to think.”

You nodded as he got up to wash the dishes as you headed back into your room to lie down.

You could hear him open the door and Natasha’s voice.

“Why the hell are you at my girlfriend’s so often?” She asked, almost accusingly at him, and you rolled your eyes.

“To make sure she eats and does normal things after you hurt her,” Steve said, and you could picture her wincing as he said that.

“You can’t keep standing here knocking at her door and window, Nat. Give her some space.”

You heard a little more bickering, but eventually, the door closed, and the footsteps were leading away.

It was quiet that night.

In a way, you felt peace. But maybe you had grown used to her presence through your door and window.

If you were really honest, you would just say you did miss her.

As you were in bed that night, staring at the ceiling, you resolved yourself to stop moping around.

You needed to live your life too, with or without her.

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Your life had returned to normal for a couple days. You got up, got coffee, worked on your novel, got lunch, went to the yoga studio, ate dinner, worked on your book some more, and even watched some shows at night.

It felt like shit, but you were surviving at least.

Natasha had stopped knocking on your door and window, so it did give you some time to think over everything.

It wasn’t until the end of the week that you decided it was time to talk to her.

You went back to the tower, Happy greeting you worriedly since you hadn’t shown up for a long time and was crying the last time you left.

It did spark some gossip.

“Natasha?” He asked, and you nodded. He told you what floor and room she was on. It was late at night, but apparently, she was still in the training room by herself.

You felt slightly nauseous as you made your way to the training room. You could see her, the same way you did the last time you were here, except this time, she was boxing with a punching bag.

She had worked up a slight sweat as she aggressively punched the bag hard enough to get it swinging. She pulled a combination of moves before hitting it one last time.

She stood back, sighing frustratedly as she ripped off her hand wraps and threw them on the ground.

You bit your lip for a moment before you opened the door and walked in. Natasha immediately turned around and saw you, shocked.

“Hey,” you greeted, internally rolling your eyes at how lame you sounded.

“Hey,” Natasha swallowed.

You looked around the empty training room, swinging your legs slightly before sighing.

“I think we should talk,” you tell her. Natasha nods as you make your way over to her.

“I’m sorry,” you said at first, and Natasha looked wholeheartedly confused. “I knew you wanted to talk about it right away, but I was so hurt that I ignored you on purpose to hurt you.”

Natasha nodded rigidly again but tried to relax her shoulders and uncrossed her arms.

You didn’t really know how to bring it up because it was obvious the both of you knew that you were there that day.

“You cheated on me,” you said, feeling the pain cross over and your throat closing up a little as you said it.

Natasha clenched her jaw, closing her eyes for a moment before she opened it.

“I did,” she admitted, and you felt your heart break all over again.

“But I didn’t mean to,” Natasha said, and you scoffed.

“No one means to cheat, Natasha. You don’t wake up one morning saying, ‘oh, today I feel like betraying the trust of my partner and destroy them.’ But it’s still a choice you make.”

You thought you were done crying, but the burning in the back of your eyes told you otherwise.

“It was a mistake, I stopped as soon as I realized.”

“Yes, right after you were about to sleep with her,” you bitterly recalled.

“Cheating is not a mistake, Nat. I would never be able to do that to you. I couldn’t kiss another person without thinking of your tear stained lips on mine. I get that sometimes you have missions where you need to play a certain role, but that wasn’t the case. This was some girl from legal that you work with.”

You were pacing back and forth while Natasha just stood there. You turned back, hand running through your hair.

“I just--why? Why did you do that to me? If you were having doubts, you could’ve just talked to me, asked for a break, or even just break up. Do you know how I felt finding that out? I kept wondering what the hell might be wrong with me. Am I not enough?”

“No, baby, that’s not--”

“Well, there has to be something wrong with me. You were keeping this from me for weeks! You kept coming home to me, late at night, while I tried to love you. I kept making excuses for why you were treating me like this, trying to convince myself that I’m just being annoying. Yet, you were getting fresh with Tanya from legal.”

You were crying again, and it was breaking Natasha’s heart to see you cry.

Wiping your tears away angrily, you glared at her. “Did you enjoy it? Making a fool out of me. How stupid you must’ve thought I was.”

Natasha finally has had enough and walked over and grabbed you by the shoulder to pull you into an embrace. You’re trying to push her away, but she’s way stronger than you, and she’s not about to let you go.

“No, I--baby, I’m the stupid one. I’ve never had someone before. I just got worried that the feelings I have for you was just because this is new to me. But the moment I got with Tanya, I just--it felt wrong. The thought of losing you terrifies me. I fucked up.”

You slowly stopped pushing against Natasha, only crying more heavily as you listened to her.

“I love you,” Natasha confessed as she held you close, nose buried in your hair. It only made you sob harder because Natasha had never said it while you were dating. You had lived with the fact that she might never say it, but she showed you all the time that she cared about you.

“You broke my heart,” you whimpered against her shoulder.

Natasha simply held you closer, stroking your hair as she mumbled she was sorry and that she loved you.

You eventually pushed away, the tears subsiding.

“You knew from my past relationships that cheating is a non-negotiable for me. You can lie to me, you can scream and yell at me, you can even disappear for weeks on end, but cheating is something I can’t work out.”

Natasha’s face was falling as you were talking.

“I want to break up,” you say and watch as Natasha looks like she’s been punched in the gut. Her eyes water, and you’re a little surprised as you’ve also never seen her cry.

“Don’t,” Natasha pleads, a burning in the back of her throat as she looked you. “I can survive anything, but I can’t without you.”

You swallow painfully, “I know, but I can’t stay in this relationship without thinking about what you did. I can’t kiss you without thinking that you kissed her, touched her, almost slept with her.”

The tears that built up in Natasha’s eyes welled over and she nodded stiffly. She understood, hell, she might even agree with your choice.

Still, you stood there, taking in your now ex-girlfriend’s regretful and heartbroken face. You sighed.

“But,” you say and watch as Natasha snaps up to look at you. “I want to start over with you.”

The sheer relief that’s on Natasha’s face as she makes a move to pull you back into her arms and kiss you.

You stop her immediately with your hand up.

“I mean it, Nat. We’re starting over because even though I still love you and miss you like hell, I don’t trust you. We’re going to have to work through that.”

Natasha is nodding vigorously because fuck, this was better than nothing.

You give her a half-smile as she returns it with a sincere one of her own.

“Okay,” Natasha says. “What can I do right now?”

You adjust your bag on your shoulder and look around before looking back at her.

“Well, I’m not opposed to some coffee right now.”

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“Fuck, Steve. If you don’t get me there on time, she’ll throttle you. Then I will strangle you. You need to step on the gas.” Natasha says as she’s gripping around Steve’s waist tightly.

“Okay, okay! I’m going as fast as I can. I’m ripping 90 in a 60 zone right now.”

“Go faster! I highly doubt a cop will give Captain America a ticket.”

Steve grumbles something under his breath that Natasha hears but ignores it.

God, you really were going to kill her if she didn’t make it.

Steve ends up dropping her off with 28 seconds to spare. Natasha hops off, giving a slight salute to Steve as she books it in, weaving through people and even jumping over a coffee table.

Natasha lands right in front of you, slight huff in her breath. You raise your eyebrow at her, looking at your watch and giggling.

“Right on time with two seconds to spare. Impressive, Romanoff.” You tease her.

She grins at you, swooping down to kiss your cheek.

“Even a mission can’t keep me from making a date with you,” she replies suavely, and you nearly roll your eyes.

“Come on, my friend is about to open her first gallery.” You take hold of her hand and lead her towards the entrance.

It was a nice date, overall. Nothing extremely different or special for any reason. Natasha is walking you home, and you chat about some of the art pieces and people you met there.

It was nice.

It was normal.

She drops you off at your front door, kissing you goodnight as she’s about to make her own way home back to the tower.

Natasha hadn’t been allowed to stay the night with you since the incident. You were still both working on working out the issues, but it was progressing.

You stopped her before she could leave, grabbing onto her hand. Natasha looked back at you curiously.

“Stay the night,” you quietly say, licking your bottom lip as you looked at her.

She looked surprised, almost unsure.

“Are you sure?” She asks, and you nod.

“I think six months is punishment enough, don’t you?”

You grin which causes Natasha to smile as well before you drag her inside, stripping her down to nothing, and letting her fall atop of you.

Natasha is kissing your neck, peppering kisses all the way up until she’s nose to nose with you.

“I love you,” she whispers against your lips.

“Be mine,” you say, the feeling and tone exactly the way Natasha had said it once to you.

And it made Natasha’s heart flutter.

#prompt #dialogue prompt #prompt list #prompt request #natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x ofc #natasha romanov x reader #marvel imagine #avengers imagine #avengers reader insert #black widow x reader #black widow imagine #mm: my fics #genre: angst

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so because I’m taking a writing break but still super needy

I figured I would post this outline for a pokemon au that I’m never going to write. it’s basically notes from a conversation I had back in early 2018? Imagine my surprise going back now and realizing this might read much like Detective Pikachu - cubone is just my favorite pokemon

***before we get into anything please know that while I play pgo and I’ve learned LOTS of new pokemon, I’m still the most familiar and attached to the og 150 + 1. I also probably get a lot of canon pokemon rules and history wrong but my heart is in the right place

reblogs appreciated! | come talk at me about your thoughts or literally anything

premise: keith might not be a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person

- for unknown reasons keith docks in cuba, he's kind of just been getting work and moving moving always moving because one place never works out for long. pokemon are everywhere but it's not his thing.

it never happened for him besides why would he make an animal be saddled with him? there's no stability there. and again, he's always moving. through so many different regions.

he doesn't have the heart to yank a sandshrew onto a barge across the atlantic or a charmander up the northeast coast of the US. he can barely take care of himself. and it's weird by now. to not have a pokemon by now. they were everywhere and so normalized.

they were part of everyday school curriculum and even in hospitals and rescue stations. which is another reason why he never stayed in one place very long because not having a pokemon didn't incite people to trust you.

bc even team rocket (team rocket still sounds so much better than team galra but team rocket is the galra) had pokemon that bonded and trusted them.

he gets a room and some horrible job on the coast and basically just gets by. tries not to cause trouble or get caught or encourage rattatas or a caterpie to follow him home because they could still smell half the lunch he didn't eat tucked in his bag

- i'm plotting by the seat of my pants but what really kick-started all of this was the thought of Keith finding a wounded cubone in the middle of the night.

it's too dark and raining to tell what animal or pokemon attacked it or if it was a person that fractured the skull he wore enough for a piece to break off along the jaw

the cubone sustained a mean looking scrape to its face and this is not what keith needs right now but he can tell the cubone's crying and kind of just accepted what's happened and it keeps pawing at the missing piece in the skull and keith may not actively interact with pokemon but he doesn't hate them and he still has a heart.

he's docked in cuba and his spanish just gets him by to get food and money and not anger anyone

he didn't think the barge's docking region through all of the way so he's got a cubone to help with rudimentary spanish that sucks on the best day but he's going to try and get the cubone help

he starts rushing through streets and people's yards because he could have swore the town had a gym he passed but in the dark and rain it takes him a full hour to find the gym.

- duh it's closed but he's at least going to bang on the doors and hopefully it's going to set off an alarm or something

the police will show up or someone will be able to take the cubone where it needs to go. his hand is numb from knocking as hard as he could before the door is whooshed open and someone is spitting rapid fire spanish like venom and he thinks he manages to get out that he can really only speak english and shoves the cunbone into their hands.

before he knows it, he's being yanked by his collar into the gym and down hallways and finally into the blinding lights of the pokemon center on sight.

there's more spanish and faces that look so similar that its clear it's a family that runs the gym.

- beep beep guess who's family owns and runs the gym

the pokecenter is actually a rehabilitation center founded and run by the McClain family for several generations

he gets questioned after the cubone is taken back behind the doors and it takes someone repeatedly snapping their fingers in front of his face to get him to come back to the conversation.

his name's keith, he's from the US, he just found the cubone - no he doesn't know if it has an owner, doesn't even know if it’s wild or if it has a nearby pack or how it got hurt or how long it’s been hurt.

but keith,

keith is his name and he can at least answer that.

he stays there over night and finds out that Marco is the one that answered the door. Veronica is the one to actually examine him because he looks like he's about to pass out.

their mother is the one to assure him the cubone would be fine - her daughter Rachel attends to injured pokemon and gets another son Luis to show Keith to a room in their house and keith passes out the second he stumbles to a bed.

- in the morning, when he goes to the bathroom and is in the middle of washing his hands, another son is banging on the door for Marco to get out of the bathroom and that's the first time he meets lance

when Keith yanks the door open he tells him to freaking stop because he's clearly not marco.

an older man, probably come to break up a fight, stops and blinks at keith before shouting over his shoulder about not remembering having or getting another kid (arthur "and who are you???" weasley style)

(our boy Lance has a minor panic about the cute random guy is his bathroom at 8 a.m.)

Keith gets shoved down at a table covered in food for breakfast and can't keep up he definitely has a headache and is ready to throw himself through a window when he's asked about his pokemon and if they need help too

he doesn't have pokeman and never has had one and isn't really interested and this family has centered their entire lives around it

- he sees the cubone again, in recovery and it paws a little at his hands in thanks

over the next few days, he stays with them and somehow gets roped into doing chores around the facility and given an assigned seat at their table for meals and he's just T H R O W N

they literally have an arbok taking a nap in a hammock in their backyard and a pod of seadras in an olympic pool in the gym just hanging out (doing little races between each other or chasing each other)

a vulpix he learns belongs to one of the McClain siblings (Rachel) sunbathes and sniffs at his feet while he’s working in the yard

and there's a persian destroying blinds in the living room window and a charizard in the kitchen

and some random small children he learns are marco's are throwing or shooting across the floor fridge magnets as a game with a magnemite

- begrudgingly on McClain’s part, keith’s assigned to Lance for being shown around the rehab center

lance takes him to the beach and out into the middle of the ocean on a boat

Keith: "this is where you feed me to a gryados"

Lance: "close"

and a freaking L A P RA S pops up out of the water and clicks at lance and makes little waves in his direction and they do a damn forehead touch he's crazy this is crazy

Keith: "YOU HAVE A LAPRAS???!!!!" - because even keith who doesn’t do pokemon knows what the heck a lapras is

Lance "I don't have a lapras. Nobody owns her. We just give her her room and protect or heal her when she needs it"

- the next few weeks see lance having to admit keith isn’t so bad and that just because he doesn’t have a pokemon, it doesn’t mean he actively dislikes them

the cubone is attached to keith - despite his bad attitude, lance says

this is the initial thought that kicked this off: keith asks if they have a 3D printer and once the cubone's injury is fully healed, he makes a mold for the missing piece and fits it in place

lance denies crying

"you've done one (1) good thing, kogane"

- then the real plot kicks in when the lapras is captured and taken from the beach by team rocket

lance blames keith because of the timing, because of keith's vague answers on where he's from, why he has no friends or family, no pokemon

insert painful, raw, yelled, "I TRUSTED YOU"

keith convinces him he's not part of team rocket and the main story starts where lance and keith leave to go after the lapras and return her to cuba.

- before they leave, rachel throws a pokeball at keith "i think your cubone might like this one"

and lance's eyes get huge because he knows what it is and then a pokemon is coming out of the pokeball

and it's a marowak

the cubone very carefully and slowly approaches her and the marowak just watches and waits. the cubone brushes its bone across the marowak's foot and then approaches and okay keith's eyes definitely water as he watches this marowak kind of take in the cubone.

(THE CRITICAL HIT COMES WHEN THE CUBONE EVENTUALLY EVOLVES. I like to think maybe through poke-magic the skull fixes itself when he evolves and the cubone hands the 3d mold back to keith and gets keith to put it on a chain safe for his skin to wear the 3d mold piece still)

- obv they get the lapras back,

they find out keith's mom was a double agent ofc for the team rocket faction that took the lapras

they meet hunk and pidge and allura and coran and romelle and others along the way to take down team rocket because what’s a pokemon au without the power of friendship

- keith and lance wait at the airport in cuba

it's for shiro, he had let keith travel because he saw that keith needed to find room to grow and find who he was

obviously keith is not 10. he and lance are 17.

anyways he rushes keith and pulls him into a big hug and tells keith how proud of him he is

the first thing lance tells shiro is about the time keith almost stepped on an exeggcute and how they chased him

or the time he almost sustained a skull fracture from a taurus and the time a seel thought keith was its mom

there was also that time with a magby-

keith: “OKAY LANCE WE GET IT THANK YOU”

BONUS:

keith being mildly terrified of the pokemon hanging around the McClain properties

Lance: "if you want to lay in the hammock just move him"

Keith: "just move him?! it's an arbok not a lap dog"

a nest of torchicks gets laid in the backyard and follows keith for two days after they hatch and lance laughs so hard he cries because keith can't shake them and he winds up tripping and they all jump on top of him

keith might not have been a pokemon person

but pokemon are definitely a keith person

#klance #Keith Kogane #Lance McClain #Voltron #VLD #writing tag

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Drama CD: [幽幻ロマンチカ・真骨頂] ≁Karasutengu Hifumi・Baku Utashiro≁

Ok I know this is out of order (I skipped over the previous Hatenkou discs, which I will do later), but I reallllly adore the Shinkocchou concept. This came at the end of a HECTIC week, so to myself and any readers out there, I say a well-deserved: お疲（憑か）れ様でした！

In this disc - the first in this subtitle - Crow-Heavenly-Dog Hifumi and Dream-Eating Animal-Thing Utashiro team up to fight crime and save the Universe... of Nanagiri High School.

Before I say anything else, first look at the hidden msgs (x2) in the tracklist:

１．壱、都市伝説『すきま』２．弐、スイーツに囲<ま>れて３．参、湧き出た<も>のは４．四、陰<り>から立ちはだかる５．伍、穏やかな夜だっ<た> ６．六、戦うなら<い>っしょに７．七、都市伝説��すきま』看破８．キャストトーク

Hifumi: bold⋆ spells 「すきだから」 (’Because I like you...’)

Utashiro: <⋆> spells 「まもりたい」 (’...I want to protect you.’)

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(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡(ﾟ艸ﾟ(｡艸｡ ) ｽﾍﾟｼｬﾙｳﾝｳﾝ

We also find out bits about each character's past - like how Hifumi had been cold and uncaring when he first mixed with the human world, and how he developed a taste for sweet foods because that's what people used to give him as offerings. AND how hilariously angry U-kun gets when people try to point out that deep down he's really just a softie/sweetie.

NB. The audio track is a bonus bit at the end of the final cast commentary track where the two of them do a hilarious 'Free Talk' in character.

[The First Rumour: Urban Legend ‘Sukima’]

Something's lurking in the cracks and corners of Nanagiri High School. So far five students have disappeared, starting with a girl in 1st year. Everyone is freaking the fuck out, and even the police have got involved, but this being a paranormal case ofc they are not going to find anything.

On the orders of Toilet Flower Dude (abbreviated TFD), Hifumi and Utashiro are investigating the urban legends to prevent them from destabilising the forces of the Supernatural Seven. And they have come to you for help - after all, youkai get their powers from the goodwill of humans. TFD has even coined a team name for the three of you: DARK DESTINY FAN CLUB. And ofc you are the leader, because vagina power.

As part of the investigation, first you all go to... the nearby cafe and eat cake. Because Marie Antoinette said so. Because apparently a couple from your school was attacked when they went on a date there.

Hifumi decides that you have to act like a couple to bait the monster into attacking you. (Except this is more like a 3P scenario and for some reason nobody finds that just a little bit odd...?) The two of them start feeding you and wiping extra cream off your face, and ofc you become all shy and resistant. So then both of them possess your body and start putting their lips on you to 'make you understand how the cake feels'. #mfw = (*>艸<)ｷｬｧｯ. (Not even kidding, I actually made this face when I was listening to this.)

You finally cannot put up with this treatment anymore, and when they stop, you pick up a chair and start hurling it at them. Damn girl u so hot when u maddd. So much for Battle Plan RaiseBloodSugar1. XD

Plan #2: Ya'll patrol the empty classrooms after school to look for clues. Eventually you find a ...fluffy/slimy-looking... monster consuming a 1st-year boy. When the three of you approach, the monster devours him whole and disappears.

You suggest using yourself as bait, with the both of them possessing your body to fight the monster in invisible mode. Sounds all fine and dandy... except their demon powers totally don't even work against this mochi-mochi monster!! After some failed attacks, Utashiro forms a protective shield to fend off the monster and allow Hifumi to fly you off to safety. (Such beautiful teamwork I could cry...)

Later Utashiro catches up to the two of you. It seems that the monster is so 'impenetrable' because it is feeding off the energy of some human somewhere, whose vulnerabilities it is exploiting. At this point you are still reeling from the narrow escape, so your two manservants boyfriends manservants decide to call it a day and escort you home.

Back home, you refuse to sleep, so the two of them dogpile you on your bed (is it just me or does that sound kinda dirty, sports fans? ( ͡~ ͜ʖ ͡°)). You request that they both change into their chibi forms and hug them to sleep. Hifumi doesn't mind at all but Utashiro hates it!! XD

Turns out you can't sleep because you are still terrified from the episode earlier. So they change back into their hot-guy forms and possess your body (because your bed is too small XD) and hold your hand and caress your head. After you finally fall asleep, the two of them commence the BL action pillow talk:

Utashiro is feeling down and blaming himself for not noticing your fear sooner. Hifumi is all like ‘I KNEW U WERE A SOFTIE U SEXY TSUNDERE’, but Utashiro tells him that all the other baku perished because they were forgotten by humans, and this is why he can't forgive and embrace humanity the way that Hifumi does.

As Hifumi correctly figures out, Utashiro is/was the Chief of the baku, even though he was not the most powerful nor the eldest. But Hifumi thinks it's enough that Utashiro did his best for his companions, just like *you* always do, you useless piece of sh... person!! I mean person!!. Hifumi trusts you even though you are a human, but Utashiro is unconvinced, since you never risked your life for him (the way you did for Hifumi)...

...Aaaand you wake up to the kinako-mochi monster in your room!!! Hifumi flies both of you out the window, but it's too heavy for him and he and he drops you both. Orz (well U-kun cushions your fall ofc b/c what are manservants for, amirite?). Meanwhile the monster has followed you out here and multiplied, so you all escape to the school grounds.

In the school gym, the monster and its spawns appear again, and Hifumi tries to fight them off, maxing out his energy much to Utashiro's alarm. Hifumi explains to Utashiro that he was born out of people's wishes,... and just when he was about to be forgotten, *you* appeared and gave him a new meaning to life. So he can't help but be fond of humanity and want to do his best for them.

You stop Hifumi from over-exerting himself, and volunteer to be swallowed alive by the monster so that ya'll can fight it from inside its stomach. Hifumi is all like ‘LET'S DO THIS LEADER >:)’, but Utashiro FREAKS THE FUCK OUT X( and offers to come with you, forming a protective shield to protect you. At some point he finally admits that it would be 'troubling' if something happened to you... This is about as much of a love confession as you’re ever gonna get here, so I'm savouring the fuck out of this line indefinitely <3.

Inside the monster's belly, you find... a girl that was eaten, and pull her into the safety of Utashiro's protective shield. The monster grows weak, and Hifumi uses this opportunity to blow it up into smithereens. All its spawns become inactive as well.

The girl turns out to be the aforementioned 1st-year who was the monster's first victim. She appears to be asleep, so Utashiro takes a peek into her dream: she is infatuated with a senpai, but too shy to talk to him, and can only watch him from afar. The pain of her unrequited love bore cracks in her heart, which the kinako mochi monster has exploited and subsisted on.

You ask Utashiro to change the contents of her dream from #badend to #goodend. As he does this, the cracks in her heart start to mend, and the monsters disappear. But ofc, changing her dream doesn't do much irl; she still needs to make her own happy ending.

Thus, peace is restored to Nanagiri High School!! >:D The five missing students are all found safely and soundly asleep in the school gym, and the first girl finally found the courage to speak to her senpai.

Hifumi teases Utashiro for risking his own life to protect you during Battle Plan MonsterBelly1, but Utashiro claims he only 'changed his mind a little bit about humans'.

But then Hifumi readily admits that he got to see both cool and uncool sides of you during this adventure, and it makes him like you more <3. Upon hearing this, Utashiro is all like ‘GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER’ and instructs you to stick with him so that he shall protect you from the Crow-Dog-Whatever that is *even more dangerous than any urban legend ever*! <333333

[Thoughts] OH WOW I got so used to the DiaLovers twisted personalities that I figured this was going to be like a Versus disc where they compete and fight with each other over you. But like I said, the teamwork/bromance is so beautiful it brings a tear to my eye :').

First of all, as KENN observes in his part of the Free Talk, this disc is kind of a parallel world where you are not strictly *romantic* with either of them. But at the same time both of them seem ok with some 曖昧さ (e.g. light touches/kisses) here and there. I guess it's less like a FB "it's complicated" situation, and more of youkai having some harmless fun with a human.

[cf. Remember how all the vampires stripped Yui down to her undergarments and bit her in all the embarrassing places, and she STILL thinks: 'They only see me as food T_T.' Yes that's totally non-suggestive, yes yes, carry on.]

Secondly, like Kimura-san notes, the two personalities make a striking contrast, and Utashiro seems *even more* tsundere than usual compared to Hifumi. But because Hifumi has one more disc than Utashiro, I think he's had more opportunities for character growth, so I'm optimistic about U-kun :)

I think between the two of them, Utashiro is the more mature and sensitive one - as shown by their hidden msgs, Hifumi's feelings lean more towards 'I like you'/displays of affection, whereas Utashiro is more about protecting you & supporting you emotionally.

Hifumi has a more impulsive/careless personality; sometimes he misses little details, and he's ready to take risks if you are. In that regard I think they counterbalance each other quite well, Utashiro talks sense and 'anchors' the situation; Hifumi brings the positivity and the momentum.

Using the two roles of the manzai (traditional Japanese standup-comedy) for analogy, U-kun is the 'straight man' who provides the tsukkomi, and Hifumi is the boke or the one with all the gags.

...Also it just occurred to me how most of the time the tsundere role is either like a younger/spoiled brat type, or a kichiku megane (à la Sakamaki Reiji). Utashiro is kind of like a... tsundere-oniisan? XD Not sure if that's a type, but in any case it’s kinda refreshing, plus he's precious and I love him :3

NB1. KENN's chibi voice is THE BEST. X3

NB2. I wonder what trousers (「なっちゃうパンツ」) Kimura-san was wearing in the recording studio on his dates with 'Dummyko-chan' - which is what he calls the dummy-head mic XD. Now, I'm not sure about this, but there is a good chance that he's the one who came up with the worst nickname in the entire universe 'M-neko-chan'...

#otome #drama cd #rejet #yuugen romantica #shinkocchou #yuroma #hifumi #kenn #seiyuu #utashiro #kimura ryohei #youkai #tsundere #supernatural #mystery #kaidan

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hidden-behind-the-fourth-wall · 5 years

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Home sweet Home - Chapter 4

Pairing: Chris Evans x OFC

Summary: Emily Wines and Chris Evans have been friends since they were kids. When Emily needs a break from her life she moves in with Chris back in Boston. It sounds easy, but things never go as planned, right?

Warnings: swearing, violence, past trigger memories, eventual, possible smut.

A/N: This story has been on my mind for a while, and I have started writing it on AO3. So yes, I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I will writing it. There will be angst, fluff, an attempt of humour and maybe… maybe a bit of smut. Enjoy :)

Wordcount: 1974

Tags: @southerngracela

MASTER LIST

Leone's pizza was definitely the best thing in the entire world, and it never made her regret any of the many pieces eaten. With a ready bottle of tequila and food on the table, they were both sitting on the couch with a TV running quietly as a background sound. He was comfortably sitting on one end of the couch, while she was laying with her feet on his lap, spread snugly next to him.

He didn't push her to talk and she was taking her time with the first piece of the pizza. She moaned in appreciation, making him laugh out loud in her exaggeration. When she went for another piece, he leaned to the table, opened two bottles of beer, and poured two shots of tequila, giving her one and pushing the beer closer as a chaser.

She smiled and took the challenge emptying the smaller glass. He followed her, taking a sip of a beer right after that. Oh, he never understood how she was able to drink that so easily.

"It all started when the Madrid restaurant idea kicked off." She started slowly, chuckling when he poured yet another shot. "Having two restaurants running already I had full hands of work. I travelled a lot, spent more time in the office or meetings than in my own flat. I did not have time for myself not to mention time for a relationship. " She took another shot. There was no way in hell she was about to talk about that stuff completely sober. "I was so preoccupied with my job that I just forgot about having a personal life." She stopped and licked her lips nervously, playing with the empty glass in her hands. "But a life like that tires even someone like me. So I decided to slow down and maybe come back to the dating life. You know I ain't getting younger, and this damn biological clock did not want to shut up", Chris chuckled, pouring another round, feeling like she was getting into the hard stuff. He was not a big fan of getting drunk anymore. He was not in his 20's anymore and the hangover the next day was never merciful, but it was different now. She needed that, and he would do anything for the woman next to him. "I decided to try some internet dating. You know it saved me some time to actually go out and try to find someone. And well, dating anyone from work was not an option. I did not want to bring work home." Another shot and another sip of the beer. She took a deep breath and turned around towards Chris, putting her head on his shoulder, which he welcomed automatically. She needed a bit of human contact if she was about to remind herself of that man.

"Don't force yourself, sweetheart", he whispered, softly kissing the top of her head. She snuggled a bit more into him and shook her head.

"No. I want it to be out of my chest." She grabbed the bottle and took a sip directly out of it, handing it to the man, who took a deep breath, only expecting the awful hangover the next morning. "Do you remember when I haven't contacted you for about six months, and I told you I had shit loads of work?" He hummed, handing her back the tequila, which she accepted, taking another, this time a much bigger sip. "I lied. I didn't contact you because I was working, but because my then-boyfriend was way too jealous to let me." She felt him stiffen under her, and the hand that was smoothing her arm stopped. "I met him on the internet. We talked a bit before we met. He looked like a really nice guy. Handsome, kind, intelligent. The whole package." She laughed lowly, remembering the stupid mistakes she made. Chris did not take the tequila from her. He was happy to stay with the beer and let her drown her sorrows in her favourite alcohol. "So after talking for a month through the internet, we decided to meet and go on a date." She was talking slower now, almost as she was looking for the appropriate words to use. "He was charming, lovely a great gentleman." She smiled and pushed into Chris' chest, almost like looking for comfort. "He was perfect. I was happy with him. He was understanding whenever I needed to go for meetings or stay longer at work. Yes, it was great, that's why we decided to try and move with each other after three months." His hand started to smooth her arm once again. He feared what she was about to say. He did remember her not contacting him for a quite a while, but she always blamed it on the amount of work she needed to deal with. "He had some jealousy issues. He turned into this controlling freak, that asked about every meeting, and every call I made. He made me drop all the contacts and stay with him as much as he wanted. I needed to put some extra work on my co-workers, telling them I had some health issues." She took another big sip of the alcohol and then another. He never stopped her, he'll be dealing with her hangover tomorrow. "I became his prisoner, and let him control my own life. My life became boring and out of my hand. Our life became monotone with him shouting at me and 'makeup' sex after that", he couldn't help but clench his jaw at her flinch. How he wishes to just go and beat the shit out of the man.

"Why didn't you leave?" He asked. Despite the anger he felt for the guy, his voice was soft. He tensed a bit hearing her sniff in the middle of taking another drink.

"I was afraid of being alone again. I was afraid of coming back to life when I was too focused on work. I want family, kids. A house with a garden and a little pool that the kids would swim in during their summer holidays." He smiled involuntarily, knowing exactly how she felt. He wanted the same. This beautiful image in his head has been there for years now. "I was so afraid of coming back to that life, that I made myself believe that even someone like that is better than being alone." She sobbed quietly with the memories of the fights came back. "And the sex was so awful..." She tried to loosen up the atmosphere just a bit. Chris chuckled and kissed her temple once again. "Nothing romantic. Just fucking to make him feel better. I seriously don't remember ever having an orgasm with him." She slowly started to mumble, and he only just noticed that the bottle was almost empty. She was getting drunk. And what scared him was the fact that this story was still not over.

"So why did you end it?" He asked, wanting to make sure he will know the end of the story before she passes out in his arms. He felt her tense up, and she made a swift move and ended up on his laps. He smiled at himself. She was really tiny and petite. She curled like a cat and hid her face in the crook of his neck. He felt her breath in, to stabilise her nerves. He encircled his arms around her waist, giving her a motion of security. He was there for her. That was the message he wanted to send her.

"He hit me." He froze. His movements stopped, the hand that was smoothing her back, was now clenching to her shirt. Anger boiling in him more and more. "We argued a lot, he was screaming and shouting at me but he never hit me, until that day. I still remember how much it hurt." She clenched into this chest, tears flowing down her cheeks. "He was shocked by the action the same as I was. He apologised after that immediately, but I had enough. I packed my stuff and left his apartment, shouting that if he ever contacts me again I will call the police. He never did." There was the silence, interrupted with her quiet sobbing.

"Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you call?" His voice was shaking with nerves. He hugged her tighter, afraid to let her go. What would he do to the man, if he knew? There would be no self-control. His career would definitely be over, but the man would have learned his lesson.

"Becuase you would have killed him." She answered almost as reading his mind. "You had your life, you were growing as an actor. Your name started to mean something in Hollywood. I didn't want you to throw that away with range." He closed his eyes, feeling his heart shudder in a million pieces. Despite all those things that happened to her, she was still thinking about him. She suffered quietly only for him to be able to grow.

"You are unbelievable. Stupid as a rock, but unbelievable", he whispered into her hair, making her chuckle. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hid her teary face in his neck completely. He let her stay like that, let her cry for minutes until her breathing slowed down, and he did not feel any more tears on his shirt.

"I decided that I will not go to bed with any guy until I know he is worth it..." She pulled away and looked at him, with those teary, red, beautiful eyes. "It's stupid, right?"

"It's not." He flicked her hair off her face and smiled softly. "It's understandable. And hey, if a guy cannot accept it, than his a loser." She smiled at him thankfully. He was such a sweetheart and she could not imagine not having him in her life. "And you are right. If I knew, I would have killed this son of a bitch." He added, making her chuckle. He could not believe how strong she really was and could not even think how awful she must have felt, but now she was here, with him and he would do anything to protect her. "Look at me Emily", she did as she was told, surprised to hear her full name from his lips. "You are the most amazing woman I know." His hand moved to her cheek, a soft smile appeared on his lips. "I hate that this happened to you, but please promise me, that no other fucker will ever have any control over you", he was so serious, despite his delicate tone. His beautiful blue eyes were gazing at her and she could not help but giggle.

"Ok, daaaad" he chuckled seeing her laughing. Well, she did after all just drunk almost whole bottle of tequila. She had a whole right to be tipsy, even drunk. "I'm sorry Chris", she leaned her forehead to his and closed her eyes. "I will never make any 'fucker' go-between us", he smiled. This was not what he meant, but he was happy that she saw their relationship as something that special. "I love you."

"I love you too, Em", he hummed quietly, and let her lean on his chest. It did not take long for her breath to steady. He looked down at her sleeping figured and felt his heart, break. He has always, since they were kids, protect her from the bad things from the world. He knew he would not be able to protect her forever, but he most mad at himself for not being at her side, when she needed him the most. At this moment he promised himself, he will protect her and will do anything it takes for her to be happy.

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