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kairiscorner · 9 months

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i just want what's best for you. — miles 1610 x reader

summary: no matter how much miles may love you, you still have to get through his mom for you two to be together. first impressions didn't go so well, and now... now you're starting to think she's right about you. but somehow, you both come to an understanding, and... eventually, an understanding can be made between you two. pairing: miles 1610 x gn!reader genre: slight angst + comfort word count: 2,045 request: Could you do a miles (42 or 1610 or both) x reader where his mom isn’t to fond of her but, it’s only because she doesn’t want to see him get hurt. And reader considers breaking up with him and his mom overhears and feels bad. a/n: hello lovely anon !! omg this was really fun to do ngl, I WILL BE SO CRUSHED IF THIS GETS FLOPPED RGHHHHH i will cry bUT ANYWAY I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS, AND SORRY FOR THE CRAPPY SPANISH AND PROBABLY OOC RIO, I'M SORRY, I TRIED...........

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meeting your partners' parents is never easy; it can be fun, if their parents take a liking to you and are amicable--maybe if they see you as family already for them, then you've hit the jackpot. though, in your case, you couldn't be any worse off than that. you did a few things that miles' parents didn't approve of, a few things that didn't settle right with them or made them slightly cautious about you. be it due to how you look, your lifestyle, your manner of speech and nonchalance around them, how you try a little too hard or not enough to get on their good sides--whatever it was, it didn't make them entirely fond of nor trust you, especially with the fact that you were dating their son and they have made it very clear to him: "no dating until you're 25".

they eventually gave in to miles' persuasion that he was 'old enough' to be dating, to be asking you out and going out with you, and being able to spend time with you without having to hide from his parents where he's been and what he's been doing. his father had to vouch for him, after he made miles swear he and you wouldn't be doing anything stupid nor hide anything from them, and though he trusts miles... he has little faith in you, seeing as how you two hardly speak and only exchange nods, glances, and greetings whenever you're around at miles' place. jeff isn't much of a problem for you, though, he's since accepted that his son loves you and that he wants to be with you--but miles' mom, rio, still hasn't come around to that fact.

in complete honesty... every time rio looks at you, you feel like she's glaring at you, staring you down, sometimes outright judging you in her head. miles swears she doesn't mean anything bad with how she looks at you nor how she speaks, even though she may sound dismissive around you. you try to believe miles, even though it does sometimes come off that rio wants nothing between you and her son. but that whole blind fantasy came crashing down around you during dinner one night when rio confronted miles passive-aggressively and a bit subtly on why his grades seemed to be going down and why some nights, he's out of his room when she comes in.

you were going to speak to miles in the kitchen, ask him if he'd like to watch a movie tonight in his room since you two hardly have time for each other these days, but you stopped in your tracks when you heard rio and miles' voices in the kitchen, sounding as if they were arguing over something. you crept close to the doorway, knowing that eavesdropping on their private conversation was wrong, but you wouldn't have stayed if you just didn't hear rio utter your name, followed by: "i don't even know why you picked them, but mijo, i... i have no reason to believe they're not the reason why you're so distracted these days. don't you think that, maybe... they're a bad influence on you?"

a cold stinging feeling shot up your body and spine as you heard rio talk about you like that, with your eyes widening as you realized what she just proposed to miles: she thinks you're a bad influence on her son. miles defended you, however, claiming that he hasn't even been able to see you for days at a time, that you're busy with personal stuff and school--that you aren't a bad influence on him, none of this is your fault. rio tried to hear miles out, but none of it was computing to her; in her eyes, her son was a good boy who couldn't do anything to disappoint her, maybe do a few wrongs here and there, but he'd never let something like a bad performance at school progress, and he would especially quit sneaking out at night after the first few times, right?

"mom, i'm telling you, they're not involved with anything bad, i'm not involved in anything bad! i just... look, i'm..." miles stuttered as he tried to explain to his mother all these anomalous occurrences and his behavior recently, and due to this hesitation, rio's resolve to pin the blame on you had only gotten worse. "mijo, look at me. please, just... tell your mom the truth. i don't want you to get hurt, to jeopardize yourself and your well-being all for some... person you like. what is it you're doing that's distracting you? is it them? it's gotta be them, otherwise you wouldn't–miles! aún no he terminado de hablar, jovencito, vuelve aquí!" rio called after her son as miles had enough and ran off out of the kitchen, feeling frustrated that his own mother couldn't even believe him that neither of you were up to anything bad. if he lied again, she'd be pissed; and if he told her the truth, she'd be even more pissed, it was a lose-lose scenario for him that had no good solution. at least... not one he'd like.

you crept up the stairs and knocked on miles' door, calling out to him in a soft voice. miles opened the door a crack, and once he verified it was indeed you, he opened the door wider and faced you properly. before you could get a word out, he immediately wrapped you in a big hug, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "man, babe, i'm... oh, am i glad to see you..." he whispered as you hugged him back, a little saddened at what you were about to tell him, about to do to him.

miles pulled away eventually and welcomed you into his room, closing the door behind you two as you he told you could sit down by his bed, as usual. you hesitantly sat down next to him, tensing up a little as you took your seat on his plush bed. he looked over at you with concern tinting his eyes; he reached out for you as you looked down to the floor, away from him. "hey, babe... what's wrong? did i do something, did something... happen?" he asked you as he brushed away the stray hairs on your forehead as you looked at him with sadness filling your frame. you breathed a sigh of reluctance as you fidgeted with your fingers, feeling that if you did this, you'd be doing him and his parents a favor--but on the other hand, you'd be crushing him to bits.

you took in a deep breath and finally exhaled after holding it in for a bit as you gazed back at him, with miles looking at you so anxiously and murmuring if you were alright, if he could do anything to help, but... this was all that could be done now. "miles... you can't be dating me anymore. i'm sorry, it's... my fault." you said in a quieted voice, though the way you said it sounded very vague, miles still felt incredibly crushed and confused by what you meant that 'it was your fault'.

a look of hurt dashed his face as he brought his hand upon yours and reassured you that, no, whatever you meant, it couldn't have been your fault. he tried to comfort you and help you realize that whatever was going on between you two, he'd make up for it. "is it... is it because we aren't able to, y'know, to... be together all the time? is that it...?" he asked you nervously as you shook your head, still looking away from him. miles heaved a little as he tried to calm himself down, rationalize first what could've been the reason why you wanted to suddenly break up with him after he just defended you in front of his mother without you knowing... or... or did you?

how could you explain to miles that a breakup isn't something you wanted, but felt was best for... well, not for you two, but for his parents to quit getting on his case? you didn't hate his parents, not one bit, you understood their concerns if you were in their shoes–but you didn't know what else to do, you couldn't stand seeing miles get chewed out by his own mother for your sake. you sighed as you tried to hold back your tears, as your throat flared up as you kept your sob in and shook your head. "it has nothing to do with you, miles. like i said, it's... it's my fault. i'm sorry, look, i don't... i don't think i'm good enough for you." you tried telling him without breaking down right then and there as miles kept getting his heart pierced in every which way with every word you uttered.

miles tried to understand, but most of all, he kept rambling to you how you both could make it work, he'll be there–it isn't... whatever happened between you two, it isn't your fault. miles teared up a little as he kept holding on to your hand, but his tears finally fell when you let go of his hand and got up to leave. "wait, love–!" he called out for you as you opened the door and, surprise-surprise, his mother was there by the door, listening in on you two with a sad expression.

you yelped when you saw her, with her yelping as well–miles yelped at the both of you yelping, and rio had to tell you both to calm down... no one need to break up with anybody. "i came to say that... that i'm sorry, mijo, and... i'm sorry i've been so cold to you." she said as she looked at you with guilt and remorse in her eyes and tone. she sighed as she leaned against the doorway and looked away from the two of you.

"i don't hate you, i'm just... scared, is all. i'm worried you won't love my boy as much as you say you can, because... i can't control either of you, i can't know what you both do at all times, especially you, miles." she said as she pointed at miles, with miles looking at her with a confused gaze. rio sighed again as she walked over to you and looked up at your eyes, placing her hand on your chin to get you to look at her square in the face.

"i'm sorry if i made it seem like... it was your fault my son hasn't been honest with me–" she said as she shot miles an angry look, "–but you have no fault in this. i'm sorry, just, mother instincts got out of hand." she apologized as you smiled and nodded. "it's okay, mrs. morales..." you said as she smiled. "you know, i kinda like you a little better now. 'mrs. morales', finally..." she said with a smile as you chuckled, with rio telling miles he can still be with you and go out with you if he promises never to sneak out anymore and to get those grades back up.

miles nodded as he told his mom he has to talk to you, alone. "okay, but no locked doors–" "yeah, yeah, got it mom!" miles called out from behind the door as he closed it on her. you rubbed the back of your neck as miles looked down at the ground, the both of you feeling really awkward but pretty relieved at the same time with how that 'breakup' between you two was very short lived.

miles cleared his throat as he began to speak, but you rushed up and hugged him, murmuring how glad you are that you didn't have to leave him. miles reciprocated your hug and whispered back to you he'd never let anybody–not even his own parents–get in the way of him loving you dearly. he was just glad his mom, though very slowly–started to realize you weren't a distraction to him, but someone he cared about.

he understands all she wants is the best for him, but... maybe now was the time he decided what was best for him on his own, and that'd be with you by his side, letting him love you wholeheartedly.

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noirvette · 1 year

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main 3 + butters! gen dating headcanons!!

notes: gender neutral reader!! first ever official post too omg kinda (very) nervous ........... if it's ooc mb guys :( Aged up characters!! Highschool au kinda thing

♡ STAN MARSH

Definitely thought about asking you out super suavely but then Kyle said something about how he'd manage to screw it up so he decided to not do that.

Since he's not going like all out for a confession of any sorts, he would simply wait near your locker at the end of the day until you got to it

As you're leaving he runs up to you and asks to walk you home. It's on that walk home that he builds up the courage for a confession

Hypes himself up as he's walking but he's actually talking out loud so you know he's about to ask you out

Tell him that you heard him hype himself up after you accept his confession and he gets so embarrassed what a cutie.

Now for when you guys ARE together bahahaha.

Sends you tiktoks at like 3am and you wake up to your alarm to find 78 texts from him and they're all tiktok links. The captions are either "this is so you lol" "babe.. this is so us" or just "real".

On the whole texting thing, a red flag of his is his dry ass text responses . Unfortunately don't expect a lot of words coming from him, he might get better at it during the relationship or if you say something to him, but really he'd prefer facetime or calling.

Personally I see him using snapchat a lot? Likes how quick of an update in life the app sort've is, so expect snaps throughout the school day if you guys don't have classes together. Expect a lot of snaps from him at football practice or something too.

Would LOVE for you to meet his parents, mom, Sharon. Randy is.. special in his eyes and would rather just talk to you beforehand about how his dad is rather than you meeting Randy face first.

Shelly goes two ways, either she does not care that her brother is dating someone, or she immediately pulls you from Stan to gossip about him.

FOREHEAD KISSES!! SLAMS FIST ON TABLE

Stan isn't a whole big fanatic of pda, but a quick forehead kiss or just rubbing his thumb over your knuckles while holding hands when you guys are out is top tier affection for him.

In private though? He is not letting you go. Kisses or cuddling, any sort of skin contact is good for him. Even if it's not technically skin contact and you guys are just in the same room, his eyes are ON you and they are giving major heart eyes.

Gives you his jersey to wear for football games and he'll point you out in the crowd anytime he scores. If South Park wins expect him to buy you food to celebrate. If South Park loses expect him to buy you food to "console" you on the loss (he's sad about the loss but doesn't want you to think that he's sad)

Is the big spoon normally when cuddling but there are rare occurrences where he's the little spoon, like for example he's extremely tired or if he's upset. Don't talk about him being the little spoon though, his pride may get hurt a bit over it.

Isn't the best at consoling you if you're sad, so what he'll do is listen to what your issues are, order food, and binge movies with you.

♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI

FREAKED about asking you out bro. He is thinking of every possibly way you could reject him and every possibly way you could accept him.

He hasn't had the best luck with dating and so he might be the type to prefer you to ask him out first.

However? If he overhears you telling a friend about your crush on him? His self confidence just got a major boost and he's asking you out the second your next class with him is (so long as Cartman isn't also in that class).

Otherwise, I could see him show up with flowers to your house and a simple like "Dinner? Maybe? Us? Alone? Saturday? 7pm?" He phrases each word as a question like he isn't sure about it.

I also feel like Kyle isn't a "good" texter and is another one who prefers calling or facetime. However unlike Stan who just can't text for his life, Kyle just likes seeing your face.

Like Kyle can text he just views it as somewhat annoying to do? Like if he wanted your attention on something he'd rather talk to you. Text reminds you dates though.

Uses pet names but only in private, unless it's to get your attention. If you're zoned out he calls out a quick "Hey! Babe!" and boom your eyes are on him.

Doesn't like over the top pet names and gets genuinely disgusted if you start calling him "sugar plum" or "honey bear" even if it's a joke.

Loves study dates, it's like his go to type of date. Even if it's not for the same class, just really likes studying with you. I can also see him "teaching" you what he's studying to help him learn better, this works especially well if it's about a class you're not taking.

Another guy who isn't a big fan on pda, might throw an arm over your shoulder when walking in the hallways to just have you close by him but don't really expect any affection in school.

Because of that one basketball episode (and how often the boys play basketball throughout the seasons at the park), Kyle is definitely on the basketball team and like Stan, has given you his jersey. He gets all red and proud if he sees you wearing it at his games.

Jealousy is rough with him. He often gets jealous and it stems primarily from his own insecurities, not because he doesn't trust you. He 100% does trust you, but the fact he's never had a full on official relationship kind of worries him that you'll realize he isn't the type of guy to be a boyfriend and that freaks him out so he just gets jealous at guys who spend too much time with you.

Reassuring him with cuddles or quality time or just being WITH him let's him know you aren't going anywhere.

Meeting his parents is HUGE to him. Family means a lot for Kyle, this is mainly targeted towards his mom and his brother.

His mother honestly make take time to get to liking you. She may initially think you're not good enough for Kyle or you're a hinderance for him but she comes around QUICKLY once she realizes how happy Kyle is with you and really that's all the confirmation she needs to know you're a good person for him.

I feel like his dad just, accepts you right off the bat, like "Oh hey Kyle who is this?" "My partner, dad." "You got someone to date you? Damn." And he just nods at you and you're good.

Ike loves you, like boom "Hi! I'm Ike!". If Kyle is dating you and Kyle trusts you than immediately so does Ike. Expect Ike to steal Kyle's phone just to text you. Also please just download roblox to play with him, he may never let you go after that though.

♡ KENNY MCCORMICK

Wasn't a whole lot of preplanning when he asked you out. Honestly he just goes for it.

Wasn't a big spectacle when he asked you out. Was sort've nonchalant about it but in a suave way (Stan wishes he could be like this).

Definitely geeked about it when alone in his room though. Karen walked by his room seeing him dance around and knew that you said yes. (Kenny has most definitely raved about you to Karen).

Considering his family's income he probably is the type to just take you out on a naturistic date. Like walking in the park, maybe a small picnic, nothing fancy or extravagant, but domestic and homey.

Compared to the other two, Kenny is HUGE on pda. Hand holding, kisses, bear hugs, etc. he has made that school KNOW you guys are together, from day one.

His eyes are on you the second you step into the room and they are not off of you until he cannot physically see you anymore. You are like the light of his world.

I feel as if late night drives with him are another type of date for you two. He's fixed up that beat up truck in his yard and then just drives you to a special spot he knows on a cliff overlooking South Park and you guys just hang out up there for hours, talking about whatever comes to mind. Or just simple driving around.

Lets you take aux ALWAYS, doesn't matter if you're not in the passenger seat, aux always gets handed to you.

Texts you all the time. Maybe not all the time but you get me. He's also a multiple texts in a row rather than the one text containing all of what he wants to say.

Spams "Baby, babe, hun, baby, baby, babe" a bunch of times till either you respond or he figures you're busy and then gets to what he's meaning to tell you.

Instagram feed is you two on dates among other things that he does (like pics of himself or with the other guys). You take up most of his feed though.

Doesn't get jealous actually, he's pretty secure in your guys' relationship, however if someone is clearly bothering you and you look like you're pretty uncomfortable, Kenny is punch first ask questions last because now he's running away with you in his arms.

♡ BUTTERS STOTCH

Was a nervous WRECK to ask you out :(

He, thanks to Kenny's advice, stopped you in the hallway before lunch to ask you out. and he was so red. Let him get his whole confession out to you though, he has a lot of sweet words to say about you.

Insert Glue Song by beabadoobee the entire time he's confessing to you, he's definitely tangled in love, stuck by you (haha).

Accept him and he's showing you off immediately to his friends. (Cue in Cartman who actually is just shocked, like... flabbergasted).

He goes all out for your guys' dates. Dinner, park/walk, full on research mode on how to have the world's most perfect date.

Gets grounded because he walked you home and now he walked into his own house late (I hate his parents).

Does not blame you!! Blames himself for not rushing home :(, tell him it wasn't his fault either.

Gets nervous with pda but loves it!! He's so willing to kiss you or hold hands, you may have to initiate it though, he doesn't want to screw up so he's incredibly awkward the first few times you do any sort of pda.

At carnivals he tries and wins you any stuffed animal he sees but in the end he fails at the rigged carnival games, you may have to drag him away or he'll be in debt from trying to win you things.

Buys things for you as gifts that remind him of you. Like he may just be window shopping or with his mom helping her out as she shops and he sees something on a shelf and immediately it makes him think of you so he HAS to get it.

Makes you things too, (y'all remember that episode where he made paper cutouts for stan's gang? yeah i do), like has made birthday cards, holiday cards, etc completely by hand for you. Made you a paper cut out of the two of you guys holding hands.

When he finally brings you around his parents his parents are also in disbelief. Now that they know he's dating, they're a bit more lenient on his groundings (still hate his parents).

Likes to fall asleep on call with you, you guys gave a routine that at 9pm if you guys are both home, you call each other to just fall asleep, you may not even talk once the call starts, just sleep.

AHHHH hahhaahah, thanks for reading my first post!! oh em gee i was so nervous writing this and now im even more nervous to post!! if you guys would like me to expand upon any of these headcanons or do another part (with one or all) lmk!!

#stan marsh #stan marsh x reader #kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski x reader #south park #south park x reader #butters stotch #butters stotch x reader #kenny mccormick #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski headcanons #stan marsh headcanons #kenny mccormick headcanons #butters stotch headcanons #south park headcanons

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wintervalewritersecond · 1 year

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witchy woman - rowan laslow

requested: yes! requests: open! hii can u make a rowan x witch fem!reader fic about him feelings inscure being her bf because the reader is a popular girl in nevermore. thanks before head!

A/N: i dont know a lot about witchcraft, so please let me know if i got anything wrong! i love rowan though, so i wanted to write it still :) thank you for requesting and i hope you like it <3

wordcount: 2,905 warnings: incorrect witch information, rowan doesn't go insane, insecure rowan </3, she/her pronouns, mean character, might be ooc, cursewords

When Rowan overhears some conversations and gossip, he gets insecure about your intentions.

You had said goodbye to Rowan, heading into the woods to clear your head and collect some small plants and other greens to use in your spell bottles. Sure, you could have gone to Jericho to try and find what you needed, but finding it in the woods was more fulfilling. You believed that being in the open air not only helps you to find yourself but also the ingredients that you need.

Rowan decided to stay in the Quad, working on some of his homework while waiting for you to return. It is still early, and some classes are still going as small groups of students walk through the Quad, sitting down to enjoy lunch or also do breakfast.

None of them sit with Rowan though.

Rowan has always been the outcast of outcasts. He didn't really excel in anything. Fencing wasn't his strongest suit, and though he did get good grades for other classes, but it wasn't like Bianca at Botany. No one really hung out with them, especially because they think he is going insane.

Word had spread about his mother that attended Nevermore years ago. Telekinesis had driven her insane as she destroyed her own dorm, luckily being stopped before she could do any more damage. But the word had already reached the others.

"Rowan!" You cheer, running up to the table he is sitting at.

He looks up from his laptop, a smile on his face.

You are unlike the others. Though you are extremely popular amongst the students and teachers, you never treated him any differently. Not in a bad way, that is. You had been paired up with him once for a project, and ever since then you never left his side. No matter how many times he insisted that it might have been better for you and your reputation if you just distanced yourself from him.

"You will not believe what I just found," you open your tote bag, pulling out a small fabric package.

In it are different flowers and other herbs, most of them unfamiliar to him. He has seen some of them before, but the names are hard to remember.

Even if he does not understand anything, he is still happy to see what you find. You can talk to him about any kind of spell or potion you made, and he will listen with all his attention. He would drop anything for you, just like you would do for him.

"Now I only need to buy some small bottles, candles, rosemary," you nod. "What are you working on, Rowan?"

"Nothing big," he awkwardly laughs. "Just some homework."

You smile at him, watching him as your head rests on your palms. He is so mesmerizing to you. The way his glasses slide off of his nose, the freckle underneath his eye, his face when he looks focused. You could go on for hours.

"I might join you," you pull the journal out of your bag, "I don't have too much homework left, but I will stay here. We can maybe even get some drinks at the Weathervane afterward?"

The journal is one of your prized possessions. It is filled with spells you have done or want to do, some important ingredients for spell jars, and sigils that have been drawn.

After making homework in the Quad, the two of you decide to just get some dinner before just hanging out in Rowan's dorm. He would often allow you to mix up all sorts of potions or try out new spells as he would watch or read.

Two hours had passed of the two of you just messing around, taking some small breaks in between to drink, eat, or kiss. A knock on the door before Xavier comes into the room, dressed in his workout clothing.

"Hey Rowan, hey Y/N."

You greet him back before closing your journal, placing everything in your bag before standing up.

"Hey, Xavier," you smile as you turn to Rowan. "I will see you tomorrow?"

Rowan nods with a big smile on his head, pushing his glasses back on his nose. You look at him for a second before taking hold of his cheek, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

"Good night, Rowan."

"Good night, my love."

Rowan is so head over heels for you. Even if you have been dating for close to a year, he often still can't believe that you are his girlfriend. He tends to get a little bit insecure, especially during the beginning of your relationship. He would think that you weren't serious when you said you liked him, or when you thought he was attractive. He had been told otherwise his entire life.

You were sitting next to him in class, your left hand on the table as Rowan scribbled some random shapes on it. He would often feel a bit nervous, and the drawing distracts him. Plus, it gives the two of you a reason to hold hands.

"Oh, Rowan," you suddenly remember. "I have to show a new kid around."

Not that you were looking forward to it too much. Normally, Enid would be the one to introduce everyone, but as she had classes longer than you today, you have been tasked with showing the new Nevermore student around. You were popular among the rest of the students, so Principal Weems found you the obvious choice.

"That's okay," Rowan smiles, still focused on the small scribbles on your hand. "I can wait for you in the Quad when you're done?"

"That would actually be perfect!"

The bell rings, a signal for you to go to the Principals office, and a signal for Rowan that his day has ended. A quick kiss on his cheek and a 'goodbye'.

Classes have ended for him, but that did not mean that he didn't have any plans. He asked Xavier to let him use his bike to go to Jericho so he could pick you up some small gifts. The boy would often buy you small presents; you could say it is his love language.

Though he wouldn't admit it, he keeps a list on his phone with all the things you ever said you liked, wanted, or needed. He would carefully pick some items to buy you, even if you insisted that he didn't need to spend any money on you. But he wanted to.

"Where is the rosemary?" He mumbles, a shopping basket in his hand which is already filled with different items.

Snacks and drinks, but also some objects that he has seen you use for spell jars. Cinnamon, matches, bay leaves, and a bouquet of roses. A smile is on his face just thinking about giving you everything.

Finally, the rosemary has been located. After paying for everything at the register, he puts it in his backpack before leaving for Uriah's Heap. It was the only place in Jericho that sold... strange items. He only needed some incense and thin candles, but it was the perfect place for it.

Once back at Nevermore, he packaged each and every little thing, making sure to put a little note in it as well. He always felt too nervous or scared to say things out loud, and a note was a perfect way for him to express how he was feeling. You never blamed him for it though, you love him exactly for how he is. He is deeply grateful for it; you have never pushed him out of his comfort zone, and instead helped guide him to what he wanted himself.

"And this is the Quad!" You smile.

"Wow," George laughs. "And everyone is some type of outcast?"

You nod, leading him around the Quad to walk past the different tables.

"There's werewolves, vampires, sirens," you count on your fingers. "We also have gorgons, faceless people, telekinesis, visions, spells. You name it, and Nevermore probably has it!"

The tall boy nods, leaning against one of the pillars as he looks down at you with a smile.

"And you?"

"Oh," you didn't expect him to ask that. "I do witchcraft. Spells, crystals, candles. All that stuff."

George hums, it's different than his power. He doesn't fully control it just yet, but from what he knows, he can control water. He had told you at the beginning of the tour, but never thought to ask you about what you did.

"Does everyone usually stay grouped together? Based on skills, I mean."

"Sometimes," you admit. "Bianca Barcley is one of the most popular girls. She is a Siren and most of her friends are as well. A few exceptions, including me and Yoko. Mostly, people stick together. There are some smaller groups with different powers, but it's not like the Normie schools. No nerds versus popular people."

He lets out a laugh.

"Good to know. I was actually popular at my old school," he grins. "Where do you fall? Popular, or not so much?"

He surely knows how to ask awkward questions.

"At Normie school? Not that much. But here it's a bit more to the popular side, I guess," you shrug. "I just try to get along with everyone. That's it."

George pushes himself off of the pillar, looking around the Quad again. Something about him feels off. It almost seems like he is looking around for prey. Someone to pick on.

"So, a popular girl then?"

Then, his eyes fall on one person in particular.

"I thought you said there were no nerds here at Nevermore," he snickers, sneakily pointing to something across of the Quad.

You frown, looking at where he was pointing. Through one of the gates walks Rowan, a goofy yet nervous smile on his face as he holds a small basket in his hands.

"Who layers a checkered button-up underneath a zip-up hoodie?"

If looks could kill, then George would have now been dead and buried. He should really watch what he is saying.

"And the glasses- He knows contacts exist, right?"

Rowan gets closer and closer, slowly picking up more from the one-sided conversation.

"George-"

"I know you are more of a popular kid here, but I didn't think Nevermore would stoop this low. I have seen the website, and I thought they only let special people in."

"George, I swear-"

Your tone gets a bit more aggressive every time you have to say his name. Rowan thickly swallows, looking from you to the taller guy. George, as you called him, might be right.

"I don't think studying for eight hours a day is a superpower. Makes you more of a freak-"

"Stop it, George. I'm serious."

Rowan is standing too close to you already, if he turned around now, it would only make him seem weirder. He taps your shoulder softly as your murderous gaze changes into a soft, loving one when you see him up close.

"Rowan!"

With an awkward smile he holds out the package to you, his hands shaking as he tries to avoid George's gaze.

"I uh- Is this a bad time? I have something-"

George suddenly stands behind you, hovering over you as he looks at Rowan, a smirk on his face. He is only a few centimeters taller than him, yet Rowan feels intimidated. It's not like he talked shit about the poor guy earlier.

"I don't think you should talk to her, man," he raises an eyebrow. "You don't seem like the type for a popular girl-"

Your face morphs back into a hateful one as you aggressively throw your elbow back into George's chest. He stumbles back, clutching his chest as he looks up at you with a shocked look on his face.

"What the fuck?!"

You grab his collar, pulling him down to you as you glare at him, your eyes almost on fire. The tables close to you look at you in shock. They have never seen you this aggressive.

"You better watch out," you grit your teeth. "Say one more word about Rowan, and I will make sure you leave here with more broken bones and curses than you can count."

The second you let go of his shirt, he stumbles to the ground. You turn back to Rowan, who is staring at the ground, now shaking more than before.

"Hey, are you okay?" you whisper, stepping closer to him before placing your hands on his upper arms. "Rowan, come on. Let's go."

The two of you walk away to your dorm, leaving behind a confused George and a surprised Quad. Xavier lets out a laugh as he walks past the guy on the floor.

"That was a bad move, man."

"I will make sure he has a horrible time at Nevermore," you groan, rummaging through your drawers to find ingredients for a new spell jar. "I am serious, Rowan, if he says one more word about you I will actually kill him."

You turn around to face your boyfriend, but he hasn't moved an inch. He still sits on the edge of your bed, staring at his hands as the small package is placed next to him. Your shoulders slump as you immediately place everything you were holding onto your desk, sitting down next to Rowan.

It is silent for a second before the boy finally speaks up.

"Do you think he was right?"

You turn your head to face him, your eyebrows creased. His voice was shaking and his eyes are full of tears.

"Maybe he is," Rowan whispers to himself. "I-I... What if I am not really your type? George could be- He is taller and more popular-"

"Hey," you look at him, your heart sinking into your stomach. "Rowan, that is not true at all."

He slowly looks up at you, his lip trembling as he blinks to try to keep the tears at bay. What if George was right?

"You are the most loving, the most caring, the most beautiful, and the most perfect person I have ever met," you smile. "You are the only one that I ever want to spend my life with. I don't want anyone like that asshole."

You press a kiss on his forehead before wiping away some of his stray tears.

"I want a boy with telekinesis who just so happens to look extremely good. Especially with glasses."

A small laugh escapes his lips as he nods.

"Okay," he whispers, nodding before looking at you. "I love you."

You pull him close, pressing a soft kiss on his neck before running your hands up and down his back.

"I love you too, Rowan."

He slowly untangles himself from your grip before placing the small package on your lap. The insecurity had gotten to him, totally forgetting that he was going to give you the gift.

"I uh- I got it for you," he sniffles, though a smile is on his face. "I knew you wouldn't have any time to go to Jericho this week, so..."

Your eyes grow big as you slowly unpack the items.

"What?" You exclaim excitedly, gasping as you look up at your boyfriend. "Rowan, I can't believe this!"

You jump up with the small basket in your hands. Everything you were planning to get, was now in your hands. Small bottles, candles, incense, even roses! You retrieve the small note which sits at the bottom. Rowan would often write you notes or letters, and you kept each and every one of them. Some of them were stuck in your journal, others were placed on the whiteboard in your room, and there were even some you kept in your wallet.

"I have the best boyfriend ever!"

After trying out some new spells, you had finally fallen asleep. The incense had to wait for later; you knew Rowan was quite sensitive to it. You didn't want to risk anything happening to him.

It was time for breakfast, which means that most of the Nevermore students collect in the Quad. A knock on the door catches your attention and as you open it, you are faced with a smiling Rowan. He would pick you up from your dorm so you could get breakfast together in the mornings.

"Good morning," you give him a kiss before fixing his tie.

"Good morning," he replies before taking your hand.

After a long talk yesterday, he finally felt a bit more relieved. You assured him that he had no reason to be insecure, but that you did understand him. You aren't going to laugh at him for being insecure, not at all.

Rowan and you sat down with Xavier and you couldn't help but let out a laugh. Next to the fountain sat George, all on his own.

"So much for being a popular kid, huh," you giggle as Rowan looks over.

"Watch this," he whispers back, quickly moving his hand.

The movement makes George fly off of the bench and into the water. Your hand flies to your mouth as you try to hide your laughing, letting your head fall onto Rowan's shoulder, hearing George scream in the background.

And though Rowan does sometimes feel insecure, he does have something he can hold onto. Your hands, your words, your reassurance. You are his as he is yours. Besides, if anyone else ever talked bad about him, you were quick to react. Be it by a spell, or by your fist.

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The Daughter of The (Dare)Devil - Story 3

Series Masterlist

Series Summary: A Series of stories revolving around the MCU timeline of Matt Murdock and his Daughter, Kaila. Being the child of a vigilante can be hard and scary at times, but it doesn’t mean she ain’t going to enjoy the most of it.

(Can be read as Y/N if you’d like).

Story Summary: While Foggy and Kaila make it a mission to find out what’s going on with Karen, Matt is dealing with a person from his past who dared disrespect his daughter in his own home (Set during S1E7, “Stick”).

Read the previous stories to get a better understanding.

Date: 5/24

Rating: Teen/Borderline of Mature

Word Count: 7,227

Warning: Hints of Foggy’s Crush on Karen; Changing POVs (?); Possible OOC; Mature Language; Angst/Lots of angst; Talks of Abandonment; Minor Blood; Brief talk of disability; Brief mention of sex; Fighting; Stick being a dick; Protective!Matt, who deserves his own warning; So should Foggy; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK

(Let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This was an interesting (and sort of hard) one to write, but I really wanted to write about Stick and Matt; And some quality Uncle-Niece time between Kaila and Foggy. So hopefully I delivered okay 😄. And once again, I kind suck at writing fighting scenes so hopefully those are good too.

Also, Kudos to anyone who can figure out what 2015 Movie I'm hinting at.

Wilson Fisk has entered the ring, causing a stir inside the masked vigilante.

Between that, the run in with the police, and an accident resolving one of Nelson & Murdock’s clients (Which ended with Foggy in the hospital) things were getting tense with him, and surely these late night conversations he kept overhearing about it all wasn’t helping him either.

It was late in the office, everyone was doing a last bit of work before calling it a day. Kaila was sitting at the end of the office’s table, pretending to be occupied by something on her phone while the adults talked amongst themselves. She would occasionally spare a few glances at her dad since this talking hit close to home (And, oh boy, she could see the threads pulling apart with every word said).

“Devil, my shapely Irish ass.” Foggy said, staring at the front of today’s newspaper.

It showed off the face of a masked man dressed in black caught by surveillance cameras, and had bold lettering stretched across the top saying, ‘THE DEVIL OF HELL’S KITCHEN’. Kaila frowns, not exactly excited by the nickname that wasn’t self given by the vigilante. She just still wonders how he feels about it.

“Guy’s a coward.” Foggy continues, standing in the doorway. “Would I wouldn’t give for the chance to rip that corny mask off and…”

He struggles with the right words as Karen gave him a look.

“And what?” She asks, eyebrow slightly raised as she pauses her work.

“Punch him… in the face with my…” He almost cringed at himself when he held his hands up. “Fisticuffs.”

Kaila snorts.

If only you knew. She thought, ignoring the now strange -Almost betrayed- look Foggy was giving her.

Karen seemed to almost laugh, and shook her head, looking back at her notes. “I don’t know, he seems, uh… pretty fisticuffy.”

“Uh, yeah.” Kaila pushes in, hopefully maybe her comments will shut this down. “I’m with Miss Page, I mean have you seen this guy’s physique, Foggy?”

Foggy looks between the two, almost surprised (Almost). “Please tell me I don’t detect a hint of admiration for that terrorist.” He says, pointing to the news article.

Karen jolts up at that defensively. “This is all speculation. Nobody knows if he’s a terrorist or what.”

He nods. “You’re absolutely right. Terrorists have causes. They claim responsibility. They want to show the world that they’re assholes. This guy? Not a peep.” He says, spinning the baseball he snagged in his hands. “You know what they call that? Nut job.”

Karen frowns a little thinking. “Hmm… maybe.” She says, and notices her friend wincing after he threw the ball in the air. “How’s your side?”

“Downgraded to agony.” He replies, touching the spot.

“Alright, what do you think, Matt?”

Matt sucks in a small puff of air, and sarcastically says, “I think Foggy will be pitching for the Mets by mid-season.”

That got everyone to chuckle and smile. Kaila even went as far as rolling her eyes and shaking her head.

Still trying to dodge it, I see.

“I’m being serious.” Karen says, her smile still lingering.

Matt chuckles now. “So am I. Have you seen their bullpen?” He asks, grinning.

“Come on, you’re telling me this dickhead blowing up our backyard doesn’t piss you off?” Foggy asked, watching his friend stop reading and gather his thoughts.

“What happened to Hell’s Kitchen, to you and to Elena, and to all the people that were hurt…” He begins, sensing his daughter biting the inside of her cheek nervously. “Yeah, it pisses me off. But this man, whoever he is, whatever his motive, he shouldn’t be tried and convicted in the press. We’re lawyers, we know that’s not how it’s supposed to work.”

“So, uh, hypothetically–” Karen says, intrigued by his opinion. “If this guy got caught, needed counsel, Nelson and Murdock would offer to defend him?”

“Hell no.” Foggy immediately says, but Matt just shakes it off and continues with,

“It would be his right.”

“What about my right to punch him in the melon?” The other lawyer adds, a bit irritated. “They pulled a piece of glass out my side. Elena needed 12 stitches.” He scoffs. “And you want to Perry Mason the guy responsible?”

“I-I wanna make sure the right person pays for what happened.” Matt throws back, hoping this would end already (He hates lying like this for a long period of time).

“Well this whole thing’s moot.” Foggy gestures to open air with his hand. “After shooting those cops, police are probably looking to settle things the old-fashioned way if they catch up to him.”

Matt heard his child’s heart start pounding at that, and can only imagine how pale she must look right now, or whatever horrible thoughts plagued her mind.

He hated that.

His jaw clenched a little, fighting the urge to dig his fingernails into the table, before finishing with, “Yeah, it’s more than likely.”

God, why did he say that? He heard Kaila grip her phone tighter and swallow, her pulse still pounding slowly. He could practically feel the concern and genuine fear radiating off of her. It was like a knife to his bleeding heart.

“Well…” Foggy begins and faces the child. “What about you, Kai?”

Her name catches her off guard. “H-Huh?”

“What about you? I mean I get Karen because this guy did save her, but why you? How come you’re defending him?”

“Uh… well…” She sets the phone on her lap, mind racing for a good answer. “Um… I’m not necessarily defending him, I’m just going off facts, or really evidence here.”

“So you’re just going off of things you’ve seen or heard?” Karen asked, curious as well.

“Well…” Kaila shrugs nonchalantly. “Yeah. I mean, I like to hear both sides of the story until I make a final decision. Even though there’s a possible chance this guy really did shoot those cops, I'm going off Karen’s story right now because I trust her enough to know she’s not lying.”

“Huh.” The blonde woman says, impressed.

“I guess that makes sense.” Foggy agrees. “But I’m still not backing down on my opinion.”

“And you don’t.” Kaila said, swiping her water bottle off the table, opening it up. “I’m just saying, I’m standing by what I know, and until new evidence comes to light that he’s… a baby eater or something, I’m still sticking with my opinion.”

She brings the water to her lips, whispering ‘Sorry’ that she knows her father heard because his eyebrows shot up for a millisecond.

Karen clears her throat. “Just a thought, but we may wanna go a bit peppier at the end of the day. Leave on a note slightly higher than deeply depressing.”

The three of them bow their heads in shame, but a split second later Foggy turns it around.

“She’s right. You’re bringing us down, Murdocks.” He said, getting a chuckle from the blonde.

“Excuse me?” Kaila scoffs, going along with it.

“Us?” Matt says in fake disbelief.

“I thought we were family, Uncle Foggy.”

Foggy snorts. “You wish.” He says with a wink. “Now-” He grabs his aluminum bat. “High note! Softball. When are we getting a company team together?”

“We have three employees.” Karen says, while finishing packing her stuff.

The young Murdock threw her hands up. “What? Do I not count?”

“At Least two of them aren’t blind.” Matt adds while fixing his shades, before roasting with, “Or that three of us are actually employed.”

She gasps silently, taken back. “Wow…”

“Naysayers, each and every one of you.” Foggy retorts, pointing between the three. “Karen, come on! Batting practice, you, me and Kai. What do you say?”

Karen’s posture changed. “Um… I…”

“Or not. Totally cool.”

“Hey, I thought you were taking me to the movies tonight?” Kaila asks, confusedly. It’s the reason she even tagged along with her dad to the office today instead of staying home waiting alone.

“No we are.” Foggy reassures. “I just thought we could hit a few balls before that.” He watches her scrunch up her nose, which makes him roll his eyes. “You know what-” He throws an empty plastic bottle at her legs, making her snort. “Stop being a teenager.”

“Ow.” She whines fakely. “I call child abuse.”

Kaila rubs the spot she was hit at as Foggy rolls his eyes.

“No, no, I would love to join the two of you, It’s just that I, um…” Karen stutters while sliding her jacket on. “I have this, uh, thing.”

“Well, go. Go do that thing. Not a problem.” He says, a sadness in his undertone.

“Okay, so um… See you tomorrow.”

“We’ll be here, ready to high note and stuff.”

“Good.” She flashes a quick smile and leaves.

Once the door was closed, He sighs heavily before imitating the sound of the bat against his forehead. His face held a line of defeat that Murdocks could see (or sense).

Matt nods his head, with a humorous smirk on his face. “Smooth.”

“Admittedly, I’m a work in progress.” Foggy admits, coming from the doorframe to the desk again. “Did you know she has mace on her keychain?”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“You ever worry about her?” He slides his suit jacket back on after setting his bat down. “Worry like something she’s not telling us?”

Matt’s heart skipped a beat (and he picked up his daughter pretending to be preoccupied again). “Everyone has secrets, Foggy.”

“I don’t. I’d like some. Your kind… like with Hottie McBurner-Phone.” He said, grinning like a huge idiot as he sat down in a chair. “I mean, I assume she’s hot. Is she hot?”

Kaila visibly cringed. “Ew. Okay-” She stands up quickly, brushing by them. “I ain’t listening to this ‘boy talk’ or whatever. I’ll go grab the drinks out of the fridge.”

“Oh… how would I know?” Matt says loudly and flirtatiously, making his daughter groan in frustration.

He whispers an apology once she leaves, a bit of payback for her comment earlier, before Foggy sighs and shakes his head.

“This again. You always know!” Foggy replies, using his hands to emphasize his words. “I mean, you guys getting serious? Should I dust off the tux I’ll need to rent?”

Matt chuckles, a bit sadly. “No, uh… it didn’t work out.”

“Oh…” He frowns. “I’m… I’m sorry, man.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He takes a moment to pause, to listen. He heard his daughter putting the drinks in her bag, taking note of her movement. It was slow, almost sad. He’s had this conversation before, whether or not that she’ll be okay if he ever dated. She said she’s fine with it, Saying something along the lines of: ‘As long as you're happy and she treats you right, then I’m fine with it.’ Which she seems to be taking her statement to heart.

Matt sucks in a breath, needing a distraction disparately. “Hey, look, I’m gonna order in tonight, get a jump on this tenement case.”

“You sure?” Foggy asked.

“Yeah. I’ll be alright. Thanks, Buddy.”

“No problem.” He stands up. “Do you want me to bring Kai here or back at your place in the morning?”

“I’ll leave it up to her.”

“I’ll play it by ear.” Kaila announced upon returning. Her backpack slung over her shoulder casting a worried glance to her father. “You’ll be okay, Dad?”

“Yes.” He flashes her a quick smile. “I will be. Don’t worry about me.”

“Okay.” She skips over towards him, giving him a bear hug. “Love you, Dad. Don’t let those things bother you.”

She whispers that last part real quietly, tugging on his heart.

He smiles. “Love you too.” Matt says, kissing her forehead. “Have fun with Foggy.”

“I will. See you tomorrow.”

“Alright, K-Pop. Let’s go.” Foggy said, patting her on the back as she passed him. “Hey, Matt?”

“Yeah?” He said.

“Her loss, man. Seriously.”

That gets him to smile, which was good enough for his friend and daughter to leave knowing he was alright. But once they were gone, Matt flipped open his own set of work, his own little investigation involving whatever Wilson Fisk is in; All while his hatred for a man he hasn’t even met yet grew more and more.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

An hour, maybe more had passed, and Matt was found laying on the ground almost in a dead like state. He got tased by Fisk’s pawns, Leland Owlsley, after getting distracted by an eerily familiar noise. His mind raced because–

No.

Just no.

It couldn’t be him. Just…

Absolutely not.

He sensed the cane by his head, the disrespecting look penetrating his bruised skin.

No. It can’t be. He told himself, and prays to God that this is just a dream.

“You just gonna lie there all night?”

Matt felt his stomach tie into knots, his skin going cold. The hairs on the back of his neck stuck up too. “Stick.” His name was haunting for him to say.

“Are you gonna lie there all night or get up off your ass?” The older man asked again, making Matt want to take a stand. “Jesus kid–” He keeps egging. “I’m gone five minutes, you turn this place into a shit show.”

“You’ve been gone 20 years.” Matt says, sternly. His body stays stiff as he stares in Stick’s direction. “What are you doing back in my city?”

He almost scoffs at that. “Your city? Hell’s Kitchen hates your guts. They have you pegged as a cop killer and some kind of mad bomber.”

It took a lot of strength not to deflate on those words, but he managed. “Yeah, I’m taking care of it.”

“An old guy just lit you up. You ain’t taking care of shit.”

“Why are you here?”

“To save you, and everyone in the Kitchen from a horrible death.” Stick scoffs. “More or less.”

Matt tightens his jaw. This was the last person, thing, he wanted to deal with.

Well, Fuck.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Foggy’s mind was somewhere else, and Kaila knew him long enough to tell. She could tell he’s been distant while they took a few practice swings at the park, and on the walk to the theater. He always gets…

How should she put this?

Quiet. He always grows quieter. For being an extrovert, being silent isn’t something he’s known for, so when Foggy’s quiet there’s usually something up. Not to mention his brows will be pushed together constantly, his eyes going distant or towards the floor. His shoulders would sometimes tenses up a smidge too.

So yeah, something was up, and the young Murdock had a feeling she knew why. They were half way through the long line to the ticket counter, a curse they were given since going on opening night, which gave her a chance to express her concerns.

“You’re worried about Karen, aren’t you?” Kaila asked, knocking him out of his trance. He almost fell back by the shock that she knew what was on his mind.

“What gave you that idea?” He tries laughing it off, but her stoic face and a slight raise of her eyebrow shut his reaction down quickly. He frowns, eyes on the floor again. “Was I really that obvious?”

“Foggy I’ve known you since I was born. I know when something’s up. So what’s going on?” She replies, worriedly.

“I just… I feel like…” He groans, frustrated. “I don’t know. I feel like something’s wrong. It’s a… gut feel.”

“And this is with Karen, right?”

“Yeah. But-” He shakes his head, straightening up. “It doesn’t matter. This is movie night! I’m ready to see how this quadrilogy ends!”

Even though he sounded genuine, she could tell that the other feeling was eating away at him. She sighs, grabbing his bicep and pulling them both out of line.

“Hey, what are you doing? We were almost there.” Foggy asked, confused.

“Let’s go find Karen.” Kaila replies.

“What?”

“Let’s go find Karen, make sure she’s okay.” She watches her Uncle smile proudly, sadly, but still proudly. He was about to open his mouth to speak, but she pointed at him. “However, You owe me another movie night. Okay?”

He nods. “Okay. Okay! Yes! Of course! You’re the best, Kai. I promise to buy you all the candy you want next movie night.”

She smirks, mischievously. “I’m going to hold you to it then, Mr. Nelson.”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Matt really wasn’t looking forward to this. But what other choice did he have? Or did he even have a choice? His old mentor walked in like he owned the place, checking it out, judging it right on the spot.

Stick sets his things down, including sliding off his glasses. He scoffs snobbishly. “What a shithole.” He says, setting the object down on the coffee table.

“You have any idea what I pay in rent?” Matt asked, clearly annoyed with his arms crossed.

“Expensive shithole.” He takes a whiff of the air. “You had a woman in here.”

“That’s none of your business.”

“When is she coming back?”

“Never.”

“Good.” Another whiff. Stick tilts his head at it. “I smell something else…”

“You got a warped perspective on the whole good/bad thing, you know that?” Matt replies, hoping that his skipped heart beat wasn’t heard. He knows what Stick was getting at, and desperately wants to steer him away.

Stick sighs heavily. “Women are a distraction. Just like–” He takes a small step to the right, sending a tiny kick to his table. “Furniture, apartments…” He perks up at another sensation, holding his hand out to ‘feel’ the air. “Whoa. Silk sheets.”

“Cotton feels like sandpaper on my skin.”

“You’d be better off sleeping on real sandpaper than surrounding yourself with all this bullshit–”

“This is my life and I made something of it, without you. That’s…” Matt places his hands on hips sternly. “That’s the part that really pisses you off, isn’t it?”

“No, Matty.” He shakes his head. “No, I’m proud of you, I really am. The things you’ve done, what you’ve made of yourself, but…” He gestures to the room with his arms. “This is… Surrounding yourself with soft stuff isn’t life, it’s death.”

Stick continues even when Matt starts pacing around him, “-Someday those silk sheets are gonna crawl up behind you, wrap themselves around your throat and choke you to death. You’re a warrior.”

Matt drops his head, whispering, “Yeah…” But then there's that spark again. “That’s not all I am.”

“A warrior, heir to the Spartans, Baddest of the bad-asses. They knew what they had to do and they did it.”

“And what was that?”

“Cut it loose. All of it. Cut yourself free… from the women, the comforts, the fancy job.”

Matt chuckles dryly, eye nearly twitching. “The job’s not that fancy.”

“Do you have friends? People you care about?”

“Yeah.” Three. He wanted to stay three, but he wanted to keep her especially out of this. “Two.”

Stick steps closer, almost like he was trying to be intimidating. “Then cut ‘em loose, for their sake. Break their hearts if you have to, just do it quickly.”

Matt shakes his head. “I’m not gonna do that.”

“Then they will suffer and you will die. Relationships are a luxury men like you and me can’t afford.”

“Is that why you left?” He asks, and Stick grows quiet. “Huh? To protect me?”

“I had my reasons.”

“I was a kid.”

“You still are. ‘Boo-Hoo. Stick left me. Think I’ll bury my sorrows between the legs of a supermodel’.”

“Don’t push it, Stick.”

“Or what? I’m trying to teach you how to stay alive. Christ, you’re worse than your old man. Born to lose Battlin’ Jack. At least your daddy got paid when he hit the floor.”

Matt immediately snags Stick’s collar as a warning, but the table’s turn when he finds himself trapped in an arm bar. Matt mentally curses at himself, fighting back memories of his childhood training.

Fuck.

Did he really let himself be beaten around like that?

He tightens his jaw, and gets himself out of trouble with a few, quick, maneuvers. He spins on his heels, hands up in case things escalate, however it never comes. Instead, Stick just chuckles in amusement

“Took you 20 years to learn how to get out of that one”

“Yeah, I’ve learned a lot since you’ve been gone.” Matt snaps back, voice on the edge of irritation.

“Like what?”

“You’re a dick.”

“That’s true. You got any beer?”

Matt laughs dryly.

Still hasn’t fucking changed. He thought, and gestures towards his kitchen. “Yeah, in the fridge.”

Stick starts heading for the small kitchen, standing almost proudly by his answer. “I’ll bet… It’s that German piss, isn’t it?” He asks, opening the door.

“So you gonna tell me why you’re here?” Matt asked as he takes a seat, his question sounded more like a demand (Why the fuck was he back after so many years away?). “Or is the suspense supposed to kill me?”

“You know, drinking all that soda is bad for your health.” Stick says, closing the door with his hip (Matt felt his heart skip a bear again). “And to answer your question, It’s the war, Matty.” He skillfully flicks the cap off the beer bottle, landing it in the trash can behind. “A never-ending war.”

He lets his palms squeeze together for a split second, holding himself together. “With who? You never got around to that part.”

“Now, the Japanese, mostly.”

“Look, I don’t want you tearing up Hell’s Kitchen going after the Yakuza.”

“Yakuza?” Stick chuckles, sitting down across from his protege. “You don’t know what’s going on in your own backguard. The guy that was yappin’ with that old man you slapped around, he’s pretty high up. He goes by a lot of names. Using Nobu this time around.”

Matt perks up at this new information. “So, Nobu, you want him so bad, why’d you let him get away back in the garage?”

Stick sighs. “I don’t want him. I want what’s on the ship he’s meeting at the docks tonight.”

“Right. Owlsley was talking about it. What’s Nobu bringing in? Drugs or something?”

“A weapon. They call it Black Sky, the bringer of shadows.”

“What kind of weapon?”

“The kind you don’t want in your world.”

Matt shakes his head, almost scoffing. “Just say it.”

“Say what?”

“Say you want my help.”

Stick copies his expression and movement. “I want you to help yourself. Nobu and his guys are in tight with Fisk. You hurt them, you hurt baldy–”

“You know about Fisk?”

A scoff. “I know a lot of shit. This beer, for example, sucks.”

“After all your talk about cutting friends loose–” Matt wanted to laugh in his face. “And now you need one.”

“I don’t need a friend. I need a soldier. Committed. Not some bleeding heart idealist hanging onto half measures.”

“You don’t know anything about what I’m doing here.”

“Kid, in war, people die. If it’s not you, it’s the guy next to you. How many men have you killed protecting this city?” Matt’s silence was enough for Stick to throw his hands up in disappointment. “You’re still afraid to cross that line. Someday, it’s gonna come down to you or the other guy. If it’s not Fisk, somebody else. What’re you gonna do then?”

“Yeah, a Russian asshole asked me the same thing recently…” He frowns, the memory still fresh in his mind. “Right before he died.”

“Are you the one that put him in the ground?”

Matt shakes his head. “No.”

“Half measures, Matty.” Stick ponders for a moment. “Ah, screw it.” He sets his beer down. “Ride with me tonight, help me destroy Black Sky, keep it off the streets, and I promise you this. Wilson Fisk will know the taste of fear the day he faces you ‘cause he’ll know that you kicked the guy he’s afraid of right in the nuts. Why do you say, kid?”

Matt ponders too, but still makes his point quick. “One rule. You don’t kill anybody.”

Stick sighs bitterly, raising his right hand, replying, “I swear I will not kill anybody.” Matt nods, it was good enough for him. “Pussy.”

Oh…

If only the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen knew what was coming up next…

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

It felt like hours since they’ve been looking for Karen. Foggy had a hunch that she went to Mrs. Cardenas, their law firm’s client; So that’s where they were heading. However it seemed like it was on the other side of town judging by the time that was flying by at a lightning rate (or had they been walking in circles?).

“Foggy?” Kaila begins, earning a hum as a reply. “Are you sure you don’t want to just call her at this point? Or at least hail a cab?”

“Cabs don’t come out this way this late at night, and I’ve already tried calling her. She’s not picking up.” He explains, hustling. “I even tried texting her too and she’s left those unread.”

She sighs, readjusting her backpack for the millionth time this walk. “Are you sure she’s not… you know, getting…. Laid?” His eyes snapped over towards her for a split second causing her to shrug. “I’m just saying. Maybe that’s why she was leaving in a hurry?”

“That’s a possibility, but I don’t think so.”

“Foggy, listen, she’s–”

He suddenly stops in his tracks, holding up his hand. “Be quiet.”

“What?”

“Shh.”

They listened closely, and soon enough they heard someone screaming muffly, followed by harsh whispers and more screams. The two of them paled and flashed each other a knowing glance.

“You stay behind me!” Foggy said, as the two of them broke off into a sprint.

It didn’t take the duo long to find two men surrounding Karen. They watched as she knocked one to the floor before the other one did the same thing to her. He was burning with rage, his shoulder tensed with steam coming out of his ears.

“Stupid bitch.” He cussed, which made them both start seeing red.

Foggy wasted no time to fish the baseball from his pocket, and chuck it at the guy’s head. His body dropped like a ton of bricks, face planting into the dirty sidewalk.

“Nice shot.” Kaila muttered with big brown eyes, as Foggy pushed her behind him some more and protectively held up his aluminum bat.

Karen pushed herself off the ground, the scared look in her blue orbs started to fade away upon seeing them. “F-Foggy? Kaila? Oh my god…” She stutters, and wobbles to her feet. She points at them with confusion. “Wh-What are you doing here?”

“What are you doing here?” Foggy asked, sounding just as confused as she was.

“What are you doing here?!”

“Are you following me?” She asked, exasperated.

He half shrugs. “Yeah.”

“Why?!”

“Because you were acting weird. I was worried about you! The both of us were.” He gestures to himself and the teenager, which makes Karen’s eyes widen more.

“You brought Kaila to one of the most dangerous parts of Hell’s Kitchen? At night?!” She scolds him in a way that reminds them of a parent-child argument.

The teenager looks surprised again, tilting her head. “Wait, there are more dangerous parts of Hell’s Kitchen?” Kaila asked, because that was news to her. “Since when?”

Foggy lowers the bat, almost guilty. “Well… I-I couldn’t just leave her alone!”

Karen sighs right as the man she struck down earlier starts to get. She immediately pepper sprays him in the eyes, causing him to cry out and curl into a ball.

The teenager’s eyes widened once more. “Oh damn…”

“I can take care of myself.” Karen said, pointing to what she just did.

“We can see that. Yes.”

“Okay, but let’s discuss that away from the maniacs. Please?” Foggy chimes in, waving her over. “Come on!”

Karen nods eagerly, cursing under her breath when she notices the other guy standing up. She starts hustling away, snagging Kaila by the under arm as Foggy hits the man again with his bat, sending him to the floor.

Again.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Saying Matt was pissed was beyond an understatement. This did not go as planned, or as promised it was supposed to be. He marched down his stairs, aggressively tossing the billy clubs at his ex-mentor’s feet. He listens as Stick picks them up, placing them on the coffee table; His aura was alarmingly calm.

“You promised me you weren’t going to kill anyone.” Matt says, taking his mask off.

“Yep.” Stick says, casually.

“Then what the hell was that back there?”

“The mission.”

“That’s what your war’s come to?” He asks while taking his gloves off. “Killing children?”

“That thing in the container was not a child.”

“I could hear his heartbeat. It was light and fast. He hadn’t even hit puberty.”

“You’re emotional.

“Yeah, no shit.”

“If you’d have focused beyond your crybaby feelings, you would’ve sensed what that kid really was.” Stick snaps, standing his ground.

“He was just a kid.” Matt replies, words haunting hitting all the right cords within him. I mean–

How could someone take a child’s life?

“You are as blind as you ever were.” The older man continues.

“Maybe you should’ve stuck around and finished training me yourself.” Matt quips back.

“I needed a soldier. You wanted a father.”

“Well, I guess we’re both disappointed then.”

“I guess we are.” Stick gets up with a grunt. He pats Matt’s shoulder before walking by. “You take care of yourself, Matty.”

Matt steps in front of him, defensively. “I’m not gonna let you kill that kid.”

“Oh, he’s already dead. I caught up with that van while you were dicking around with Nobu’s men.” He tilts his head. “But I guess you’ve been doing that all day.”

“What do you mean?”

Stick scoffs. “Come on, Matty, you don’t think I haven’t noticed those hitches in your breath? The sudden stiffness in your back when I walk around your home? Or how your heart skips ever so slightly whenever you lie? What are you hiding?”

“I’m not hiding anything.”

“Bullshit. You are. And something tells me it’s in this apartment.” Matt swallows. “Oh… why so pale, Matty? I could tell you lied when saying you only cared about two people, so who’s this third?”

“Stick.” He begins, warningly. “Don’t push it.”

“Or what?” Stick takes a big whiff of the air. “I thought I’d smelled something else earlier. I smelled you of course, and a woman, but I also smelled another woman, a woman who smells a lot like you. I thought it was because of sex but now I’m thinking you have someone related to you living here.”

Matt takes a dangerous step closer, jaw tightening. “Don’t.” He warns in a threatening tone.

Stick sighs, smacking his lips. “So my suspicions were right, but I didn’t want to believe it. Size 7 shoes by the front door, the sickenly sweet sodas in the fridge, a report card transferred in braille on the counter. Matty,–” He shakes his head. “Don’t tell me you have a kid?” He chuckles. “Or to make it worse, you have a daughter.”

That was enough to make him snap, blood boiling and emotions spilling over. Matt growled as he threw punch after punch, all being blocked by the older man, so he switched it up. He sends his black combat boot to land perfectly in Stick’s stomach, sending him into a wall.

“Whoa, Matty. Didn’t think you’d become that soft.” He chuckles. “And to snooped that low either-”

Matt growls as he throws one of his dining room chairs, colliding with his target before rushing in again. Soon they were pretty much eveningly match, punches flying and blocks catching them wherever they may go.

“Your mind’s cloudy, Matty. That’s why I told you to let go. Kids are a distraction too.” Stick says, provoking his pupil’s hidden emotions.

“Shut up!!” Matt yells, throwing another. Unfortunately he leaves himself open for a few strikes to the gut, including a kneeing which made him keel over in pain.

“You can’t even tag an old man!” Stick throws him into a wall face first, striking him several times in the back.

Matt hisses, and throws an elbow to Stick’s face, getting back into the game. He relies on some kicks, front ones and even a spinning kick, but his old mentor did have one thing right; His mind was clouded (but could you blame him?). He missed a landing, and stumbled into his desk spinning around when he heard his opponent coming after him. The lawyer throws his printer, giving enough time to go for yet another kick.

Stick went under it, and tackled Matt by the waist. The two of them grappled into his bedroom barn door, knocking it off the railing, splitting it nearly in half. Matt groans as he tries to get up on all four, but a hand smacks him across the face, sending him flat again.

“Now I can smell it. The hormones of a young girl. Cheap perfume. Fruity shampoo too. Pathetic.” Stick sneered. “I bet you worship the ground she walks on.”

“Stop it!!” Matt says, trying to do a leg sweep.

Stick jumps over it, snatching the back off his head and shirt collar, throwing him over his shoulder. Matt’s body made contact with the coffee table, destroying it under his bulky weight. He winced on impact, opening his mouth in a silence cry.

“Get up.” Stick says, sensing the younger man trying. When Matt’s back turned away, he sent a kick to it, his body flying and tipping over the couch. “Get up!” Another kick. “Get up!” And another. “Get up!! Get up you fucking softy!!”

Matt groans, blood dripping off the side of his mouth as he feels around the floor. His hands soon found a familiar weapon. He hopes to his feet, swinging the baton. Even though Stick catches it, it gives Matt enough time to get the upper hand. A few ducks here and there before he sent punch after punch to Stick’s face. He takes a step back, giving himself enough momentum for a sturdy spinning kick to the old man’s jaw.

And then another one, which made Stick stumble back, and Matt to go in with his hands again. One punch to the nose, another punch, and a roundhouse that sends his opponent to his stairs. Matt jumped up after, but soon found himself in the worse position possible—

The choke hold.

Gritting his teeth at some horrible flashbacks of his childhood training, Matt uses what he learned, rocking them both back before launching themselves into a front flip; Missing several steps and landing on the square bottom, shattering the wood.

Matt quickly gets up, sending a sloppy right hook to Stick’s temple, followed by yet another roundhouse and a spinning kick. He stayed in his best fighting stance as his old mentor laid on the ground, in a confused daze. Stick groans, blood caking his face as Matt starts sucking in some well deserved air.

The vigilante listened closely for a few seconds, waiting until he had a guarantee that this was over. When he does, he walks aggressively over, getting on one knee as he claws at Stick’s front collar. He pulls the old man up closer, rage still coursing through his veins.

“If you ever insult my daughter again, or you decide to ever come into my house a pay her a visit, or you ever decide to touch her, I will fucking kill you.” Matt spit out like venom, a poison he didn’t know he had in him. This was a parental feeling he didn’t know he had in him until now.

But what irritated him even more was that Stick laughed.

He laughed.

Laughed.

Matt tightens his grip, angry burning more. But before he could say anything else, Stick spoke.

“So that’s all it took?” He said, chuckling. “That’s all it took for you to even consider murder? By someone insulting your child?” He snickered. “You actually surprised me, Matty.”

Matt’s jaw tightened as he sent Stick to the floor again, getting up. He walks over to where the man’s trench coat was and bitterly throws it at him, not giving him any chance to react.

“Get out of my city.” Was all Matt said, hands curling back into fists just in case.

Stick grunts and pushes himself up to stand, holding his coat by his side. He sighs. “Maybe there is hope for you yet.” He laughs again. “But you have to get rid of that daughter of yours first if you want to get to your full potential.”

Matt’s blood boiled for the hundredth time tonight. "Not a chance."

Stick scoffs again. “Then I guess, Good luck then.” He slides his glasses on, smirking. “Nice catching up. Eh?” He turns to leave, Matt not even looking in his direction anymore. “You can keep the sticks. You’re gonna need ‘em. And think about what I said too. That kid’s a distraction. Just get rid of her if you want to be the best.”

So he disappears down the hallway and out the front door, his words lingering heavily in the air. Matt didn’t even wait until he knew he was out of earshot, he just yelled in frustration before flipping his living chair over.

“Fuck!!”

He feels his heart pounding in his ears, veins running hot.

“Fuck!”

He kicks the chair again, fingernails digging into his bruised palms.

“Fuck! Fuck.”

Why didn’t he see this coming? Why didn’t he expect his return? Just… why? And now Stick knew he had a kid, a dangerous-murderous man knew he had a kid, and he was expected to just let it go? Let her go? How–

He sighs, his anger starts to die off. “Fuck…” He whispers, gripping his hair as his legs start to wobble. His adrenaline was going, and his emotions were flowing heavily.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He was just supposed to bury that past, leaving the tainted life behind. It wasn't supposed to touch his kid, his daughter, his…

Most precious thing in his life.

“Oh, fuck…” Matt collapsed to his knees, paying no heed to the rubble beneath them. “Oh, god… please, just… just n-no…”

He felt like he was going to cry, because why does bad shit keep happening to him? Why was God punishing him now?

“Damnit.”

He laughs in frustration.

“Just… why?”

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Kaila was shocked to say the least when Karen got done explaining. I mean–

Was she crazy?! And did she not learn after her father the man in the mask saved her from being killed after researching? Kaila was baffled, so baffled she couldn’t utter any words as they made their journey to the Bulletin Post’s office. She was being kept close between the two adults, Foggy still keeping a good grip on his bat, while Karen still had her finger on her mace (and they both seemed so calm while doing so).

“So this guy you’re working with can really help us?” Foggy asked, intrigued by his friend’s confession (he seemed to be handling the news more than the teenager was).

“Yes. Ben is an amazing guy, and really trustworthy.” Karen said, upon arriving at the entrance of the building. “Trust me, this is all going to be worth it in the end.”

The trio entered the building, taking the elevator to the appropriate floor. Wandering around the nearly empty floor until they arrived at an enclosed office space. The door swung open to an older man, dazzled in a collared shirt and tie. He seemed a bit annoyed about their appearance.

“What part of ‘Don’t tell anyone about this’ didn’t you understand?” He asked, eyes trailing to the blonde woman as they stumbled in.

“Foggy��s not just anyone, alright? He’s a kick-ass attorney, and sooner or later we’re gonna need one of those.” Karen explains, honestly. “And he just plain kicks ass.”

Foggy smiles. “When the need arises.”

“You can trust him, Ben. He’s one of the good ones.”

Ben looks skeptical, but eventually seems like he’s warming up until he sees Kaila. Shock and concern crossed his aged features.

“Why is there a child here?” He asked, looking directly at Karen.

“Um-” She stutters.

“Relax.” Foggy jumps in getting his attention. “She’s my law firm partner’s kid. You can trust her too.”

“I’m not worried about trusting her, I’m just…” Ben sighs, eyes going back to Karen. “Worried for her safety. I mean you know what we’re investigating.”

“It’s okay, sir. My dad and Foggy are known for taking… risks in their business. I’ll turn a blind if I have to, if it makes you feel better.” Kaila says, with a light smile for reassurance.

“She’s right.” Foggy said, nodding. “Me and Matt, her father, know the risks that come with this business. It’s okay.”

Ben looks between the three, a sinking feeling arising that he puts away. “Show him the board.” he replies, stepping out of their way.

“Alright, Ben has everything laid out… all of the, uh, possible connections, starting at the bottom and moving up.” Karen drags Foggy over to the cork board, filled with newspaper clippings and a playing card with a drawn on question mark at the very top.

Foggy furrows his brows, puzzled. “The king of diamonds?”

“The man at the top.” Ben clarifies.

“Any idea who he is?”

“No.”

“But I think he might have been the one behind Union Allied.” Karen says, sharing her theory.

“There’s another player on the field.” Ben says, picking up another card off his desk. “The Man in black.”

“You think he’s working for the king?” Foggy asked.

“No.” Karen says, defensively. “No, he never would have helped me expose Union Allied if he were.”

“If that’s the case, they're working against each other.” Ben pins the card at the top, a Jack of hearts with a black mask drawn over its head. “So the question is, which one trumps the other?”

As they talked more about it quietly, Kaila sat back watching everything unfold. She was worried, and a bit guilty because she knew the man in black personally, and knew he wasn’t working with Fisk. She had a sinking feeling that things were about to get a whole lot worse or just more complicated. Maybe even both.

Oh, dad. You’ve got a lot of things coming.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

Once he had pulled himself (somewhat) together, Matt had started shifting through the rubble of his destroyed home. He could only imagine what his daughter’s going to think when she gets home tomorrow.

His troubling thoughts were interrupted when he came across something else from his childhood. He feels the twisted paper bracelet belonging to an old ice cream cone. It hits him like a truck. There was something sharp in his heart.

Matt took a moment to sit down, staring in disbelief. He felt like he was going to overflow again. All his emotions would spill out while wrapping itself in a whirl of confusion.

He sighs, closing his eyes and his head dropping. His mind went back to his kid now.

Things just got much more complicated now, Kai….

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zalrb · 8 months

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So I’ve read a lot of Jax/Tara fics and there are some (specifically where they get to have a happy ending after s6) where Jax and Tara each separately make these grandiose speeches in front of the club or Colette and basically share their entire story and use a lot of dialogue to explain what they mean to each other publicly.

But I’ve always felt (and think from what we’ve been shown) that they’re so much more private about the way they feel for each other. And that they mostly show their protective/possessive instincts through physical behavior or quick lines to others.

But at the same time it seems that only the brothers who were there during their high school phase really understand how deep their love goes so maybe the writer wanted them to reconnect and show their love for each other by telling everyone but I still feel like its so ooc to deliberately say those things rather than like overhear what they share with each other or see it.

What do you think?

But at the same time it seems that only the brothers who were there during their high school phase really understand how deep their love goes?

What makes you say that? And who does that not include? I can only think of Juice and I'm thinking Chibbs? Then again later seasons SOA is fuzzier for me so if they've added one or two new members in, like, season 6 I won't remember them, haha.

But I definitely think it would be ooc for them to express their love for each other that way publicly like you said, it's mostly in gestures like when they get married and Jax nods his head at Tara for her to take off his SOA ring and replace it with his wedding band

or Tara simply saying

(and again people saying Maggie Siff is a bad actress, the way her eyes harden at the end of that sentence??)

or Jax threatening Clay for the way he spoke about Tara

even Tara showing up before church starts to declare that she's basically his ride or die

the implications of that are huuuuge, this is their sacred space, their members only space where I don't remember seeing any woman be in except for that picture of Gemma and John and she walked in and declared she wasn't leaving him in front of everybody.

Like they know the depths of their love when Jax is out for blood when Tara's hand gets smashed and they're like yeaaahhh you can't be anywhere near this right now because you're way too angry and he just yells WHAT THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT? Or even when Salazar holds Tara hostage and he just exclaims "He's going to hurt her!" and they're like OK Jax, come on, come, you need to calm down.

They call her his wife before they're even officially married.

And honestly, there's been only one real speech between them in private

even when he proposes I don't really consider that a "speech"

I think the rest of it is like two sentences "you've given me a beautiful son and you've taken Abel as your own" (paraphrasing)

It's very much about the actions

and them definitively saying "I love you" or "don't go anywhere" or "I'm here" I think

Like if he were to say something publicly to the club, like if they were talking about what to do with Tara when her entire plan is revealed and Jax insists that nothing happens to her and maybe Tig gets in his face a little bit about it, that's when I can see a "She's mine" and that would be a silencer, I don't think anything else would be necessary.

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What if "they are pokèmon" AU a la mystery dungeon games? Turn the both of them into little creatures.

//OOC: Okay so not gonna lie, I haven't played these games so i had to do some research and get some help from my friends who have played to give me ideas.

So I decided Piers should be a Lowkey Toxtricity and Marnie a toxel. I think it would work considering Toxtricities are known as "punk pokemon" and are also musical in nature (Plus Piers has one too).

I think Piers and Marnie would start off as NPCs, they own a music shop in Pokemon Square, where the sell acoustic instruments and music related items to help the MC and their team in Dungeons and battles (I understand Technology is rare in this universe? So acoustic, yea).

Piers could also be a music teacher in the town, and teach others how to express themselves through music and instruments, maybe even a bit of poetry and writing. Marnie helps her brother out around the shop (she's an older Toxel, so she's a lot more independent), and can maybe give clues and hints about various secret treasures in dungeons (maybe she overhears townspeople talking about them or something).

Eventually if you talk to Piers enough, Marnie asks to join! Piers is a little wary at first because Marnie's never been out on her own let alone in a dungeon, but the MC can convince Piers, and the musician allows his sister to go on her first adventure.

As a teammate, Marnie can gain the IQ Skill to use her acid spray move to break through dungeon walls, as well as burn off certain locks on treasure chests/doors/etc. She's also LOUD when she wants to be and can scare off potential other treasure hunters who may want to hurt/battle them (Could make battles optional perhaps?) If the player wants to unlock this, they would have to boost her IQ with gummies

This one is a bit vague, but since tech is rare in this universe, maybe your character can find a hidden item, like an old speaker or boombox as an optional item/sidequest for Piers. If you're able to find it and bring it back to Piers, maybe he gives you a key to a super secret dungeon, filled with all kinds of treasure and items. This would have to be a challenging sidequest though, because if it's too easy to find, that wouldn't be any fun and the HUGE reward wouldn't be as grand.

#ooc answer #mun speaks #pkmn irl #//SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AAA #//AND THANK YOU TO MIKE AND ROBIN FOR HELPING ME OUT #//LOVE YA BOTH! /PLAT #piers rp #marnie rp

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hysteria pt two | stranger things ; t.hagan

tag list babes || rules + fandoms || got a question/hc request? || masterlist post

CHAPTERS ;

one can be found by clicking.

AUTHORS NOTES;

This is honestly all I have right now. As I said on the post for part one though.. I have.. Plans.. for this fic. I wrote this up now, while it's llingering and burning in my brain. I'm going for a certain vibe with this, hopefully, that comes across. Apologies if Tommy seems ooc or anything but this is my interpretation of him.

You guys honestly do not know how much all your interactions with my writing posts truly mean to me, I mean this from the bottom of my heart bc like.. I post with the only expectation being to get the idea out of my head, so the fact that even one person reads and interacts in any way at all just has me emotional and like.. all happy and I can't word. It means everything to me. thank you all.

-Ashes.

SUMMARY;

-- your boyfriend doesn't like it when Tommy Hagan stares at you.

aka, the fic where you're an old friend/crush/neighbor to Tommy Hagan and life kind of throws you both back together again.

PAIRING;

Tommy Hagan x Next Door Neighbor!Friend/Crush!Fem reader.

WARNINGS;

swearing. tackling / football related violence. mentions of reader's boyfriend grabbing her wrist when she tries to walk away in an argument. possessive/jealous idiot of a current boyfriend. Tommy. Again, Tommy Hagan is his own damn warning, iykyk. Carol's a little jealous. Lots of covert staring and stolen looks.

OTHER STUFF;

As previously stated, the Upside Down and any of it's fuckery / monsters are non existent here. however, the teen drama between Steve/Nancy and Tommy is and will be happening at some point. Nobody dies, no buildings are destroyed, none of that happens.

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@untitledarea

Joey’s arm slips around you and he pulls you into his side like usual as you walk onto campus. Jo spots you and wanders over, your friend Rae beside her and the two of them arguing over whose turn it is to wear the neon pink swimsuit they went in half on during the summer at Tina’s pool party on Saturday night.

Joey tenses suddenly and this prompts you out of your own head. To become a more active participant in the conversation happening all around you. You glance in the direction Joey’s looking in and your brow raises when you see that Joey’s glaring a hole through Tommy Hagan as Tommy leans against the brick wall and smokes a cigarette before class.

You almost ask him what was up with it, but you decide against it. Turns out, you don’t have to ask because Joey’s glaring again and he rolls his eyes, holding up a middle finger at Tommy.

“What the hell is going on between you two, hm?” you step away from Joey and your hand settles in your hair as you look up at Joey, tapping your foot against the gravel. Joey chuckles. “Gonna have to have another talk with him, looks like.”

“About?”

“Nothin.” Joey shrugs and won’t elaborate. But then he explodes and at some point during it, Jo overhears and butts in. “I keep telling her, Joe. But she insists that he’s not staring into her bedroom window either. Maybe now she’ll believe me.” Jo gives you a look and you glare at her in frustration.

She hates your boyfriend and yet, she hates Tommy Hagan enough that she’s willing to say something to Joey that she knows will start shit and stir the pot. It really annoys you. “Gee, thanks, Josephine.”

“That asshole’s lookin in your window?” Joey’s all puffed up now, he’s not happy about it at all. “And you’re fine with it? You don’t think maybe this is something I need t’ tell my boyfriend about, darlin?”

“Well, no.. I mean, it’s not like it’s a big deal.” you shrug. You don’t understand why it matters. He’s not even looking at you, more than likely.

“It is.”

“Especially when you parade around with the fucking tapestry pulled back all the time.” Jo insists.

You turn to her and glare again. “You’re not helpin, Jo.”

“Yeah, well. It’s creepy and it needs to stop. Besides, I think it’d be kinda neat.. See that pretty boy toolbag finally get his ass handed to him.” Jo laughs. “It’s what he needs, truth be told. Him and that asshole Harrington and their little pet bitch, Carol.”

“Both of you knock it off right now. Nobody’s saying a goddamn word to him. Are we clear? It’d be different if he were like.. Stalking me. But he’s not. There’s no reason to start a war over any of this.” you rub your temples. “And we’ve been over this, Joey. You don’t own me. You know I hate it when you try to do this territory pissing shit.”

You storm off, shoving through the crowded hallway and into the bathroom because right now, you’re a little too annoyed at your so-called best friend and your current boyfriend and you just need some space. While you’re in the bathroom, you lean against the wall to calm down.

Carol Perkins wanders in and as usual, she scowls at you.

“What the fuck is your problem?” you ask, glaring at her.

“You are.” she answers as she starts to touch up her makeup and fix her hair in the mirror.

You gape at her. “You don’t know me.”

She puts down her lipstick and grips the edge of the sink. “I know enough about your type. You and Nancy Wheeler. You’re a lot alike.”

You laugh at the comparison. “Me and that priss? How so? I mean.. Last I checked the stick is so far up her ass it’s poking her brain stem. And she’s actually kinda pretty, that’s the sad thing about it.”

And then it hits you and you’re smirking. “Oh, I get it.. I see what this is. You’re jealous. Why you’re jealous of me, I have not one fucking clue. I don’t care either. But if I were you,” you step away from the wall and closer to her as your smirk grows slightly, “I’d watch my back. Cos see… Unlike Nancy, I’m not afraid to knock you on your ass.”

Carol scoffs. Rolls her eyes at you dismissively. “I’ve got better things to do than fight you.”

“Uh-huh.” you laugh, “And here you are, starting shit.. With your usual crap towards me. Tell me how it makes sense, hm?”

You’re obviously not getting any peace or any less annoyed in the girls bathroom, so you leave before she says anything else and you really get angry and make your way to class.

And down the hall, Steve is standing by the athletics sign ups board with Tommy.

“Tell me again why you’re trying out for football, Hagan?” Steve asks, a brow raised as he studies his best friend intently. Tommy chuckles.

“Maybe I think it’ll be fun to get away with knocking people down. Maybe I wanna blow off steam.” Tommy shrugs it off. But he knows exactly why he’s trying out for the team and it’s not because he’s suddenly developed a love for the game, no.. It’s because he overheard the entire heated argument between you and that prick you call a boyfriend, Joey Lewis. And he saw the way Joey tried to grab your wrist when you had enough and you wanted to walk away, get some space before you did that thing you always used to when he knew you as a kid and lost your temper, made a scene.

Tommy might not speak to you. He might not acknowledge you. But make no mistake. He is painfully aware of you and he always has been. And the protective feelings didn’t just die because he got with Carol and became best friends with Steve Harrington. They simply went dormant.

You’re still very much in his ‘circle’. And when he saw Joey grab your wrist, it lit his already too short fuse.

So now, he’s going to take the easy way to getting his hands on the asshole. He’s going to try out for football and somehow, he will tackle Joey. Just one good time. And it better teach him to keep his hands to himself when it comes to you.

“Okay, alright. So touchy, Hagan.” Steve jokes. Tommy gives him a dirty look and Carol makes her way over, leaning all over him. She’s tense, edgy. Tommy looks down at her and bites his lip as he slips an arm around her. “What’s wrong with you, huh?”

“Another run in with your mousy little neighbor.”

Tommy can’t help it, he might tense up just a little. And he’s torn in two ways, leaning more towards Carol starting it. She’s good at doing that shit.

“Nothing to say, Tommy?” Carol asks, pouting a little as she gazes up at him. And when he smirks and shrugs, she gets that little sinking feeling in her stomach. Because for as long as she can remember, no matter how hard she tries to get him to do it, Tommy won’t say one thing about you, good or bad.

And sometimes he gets a little too edgy when she does it herself.

“Don’t start.” Tommy mutters calmly, giving her a firm look of warning. “Why are you standing over here anyway, huh?” Carol asks, gazing up at him.

“Tell her, Tommy. Tell her what you just signed up for.”

Carol’s gaze fixes on Tommy and he chuckles. “Going out for football, I guess?” shrugging as if it’s nothing and it’s totally not a spur of the moment decision brought on by the fact that he wants one good time to knock Joey Lewis in the dirt and get away with it.

Carol snickers quietly.

Tommy clenches his fist. “What?”

“Football?”

“Yeah. Football.”

“Tommy, why? I mean..” she’s toying with his shirt sleeve, dragging her fingers over the muscles on his bicep as she bats those lashes up at him and licks her lips, “You would look so hot in the uniform but… It’s a Neanderthal sport. Do you really want people to believe you’re an idiot? Are you trying to get your brain knocked out?”

Tommy rolls his eyes and he wants to say something but he keeps quiet.

– ( that afternoon )

You’re lingering by the chain link fence around the football field because you told Joey you’d watch him try out for the team again. Tommy Hagan walks right past, right through the gate and as usual, he barely glances your way. You ignore the pointed look that Jo gives you as he walks past. All day she’s been on this tangent.

It’s really starting to grate your last nerve.

“It’s a free country. Don’t start, Jo.”

The coach gives the nod when he lines up opposite Joey Lewis for a tackle drill.

Tommy smirks and crouches. When the coach blows the whistle again, he’s lunging straight for Joey Lewis. Putting him on his back as he slams his whole body into him as hard as he can, the collision nearly making him bite his own lip when it happens. Joey’s winded, the breath has been knocked out of him entirely. Tommy almost tells him that next time he’ll do more than spear him if he sees him grab your arm the way he did this morning, but instead, he holds out a hand and when Joey goes to grab for it, he yanks it back and laughs. “You’re a big boy, Lewis. Get your own ass off the ground.” Tommy says before walking away, going back to the bleachers.

He catches sight of you over by the chain link fence and for a second or two, he stares. Watches the way the wind blows your hair. The way you’re watching the guys as they line up a second time to do it again. Just as you glance his way, he looks down and pretends to be tying his sneaker.

When he finally looks up again, your car is pulling out of the school parking lot.

He raises a hand and drags it through his hair and Steve wanders in, grinning. High fiving him. “That was a.. That was a pretty hard hit, Hagan. Good one.”

Tommy grins. “Gave it everything I had, Harrington. You ready to blow this shit? Maybe football isn’t for me after all.” Tommy stands and the two of them make their way down the bleachers, over to where they parked their cars that morning.

Carol, as he thought, is nowhere to be found.

It’s really not a surprise to him. It bothers him sometimes but he’d never actually say it. Why rock the boat?

They’re not fighting right now. Things are kind of good.

Maybe it needs to stay that way. Tommy’s already had enough upheaval what with Steve getting into a relationship with Nancy Wheeler and ditching him a lot more lately just to spend time with her. It feels like he’s losing him. The last thing he wants is to lose both of them somehow…

He's already lost you, years ago... He can't lose Steve or Carol too...

#tommy hagan #tommy hagan imagine #tommy hagan fanfiction #tommy hagan x reader #tommy hagan fanfic #tommy hagan x fem!reader #tommy hagan x reader imagine

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outivv · 2 years

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Hey there! I'd like to make a request pls because I really liked the post u did where Ei, Yae and Kokomi were voicing their fear that their s/o might leave them. Could u maybe do this prompt with Eula, Jean and Keqing? If u don't then that's okay! Anyway hope u r doing well :)

Synopsis: overhearing your s/o say “I just hope they don’t leave me.”

Warnings: self doubt/ doubt in a relationship I suppose, as well as crying in Eula’s part, otherwise it’s just not proofread :D

Game/ fandom: genshin impact

Characters: eula, jean, and keqing

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello! I don’t typically write for jean or keqing, so I apologize if they’re slightly ooc. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy, and have a lovely rest of your day/ evening!

— eula —

Eula always felt you would leave her, and not even because she did anything wrong, no no she knew she was a wonderful girlfriend (at least she tried to be). But she felt you would leave her because did her family. Either because you found out who her family is, or they finally got their message through that “eula was a disgrace and a traitor to their clan.”

She always bottled these feelings up, knowing you wouldn’t do that. But deep down they always remained. Eula is secretly an emotional person, and requires a lot of affection from you (she’s touch starved let’s be real). So, when she starts isolating herself when she comes home… you become a bit suspicious

In the recent days eula seemed much more… private than usual. Kept more to herself than usual. She wasn’t a very lovey dovey person, but she at least spent time with you, and cuddled you when you went to sleep.

Recently though, she’s always gone straight to your shared room, or straight to her home office when she came back from a long day at work. You knew knights of favonius work was tough, so you respected her privacy! But then… one day you heard sobbing from her office.

Quiet cries, and sniffling was all that could be heard from the small crack in the doorway. The soft light of a lamp shined on Eula’s body. Her face buried if her hands, and elbows resting in her empty desk. She wasn’t working, but rather… sitting quietly in her office, or your room for the past few days.

She let out a sigh, and said “I just don’t want them to leave me…” those words made your heart shatter. You softly knocked on the door, “eula…? What’s wrong?” You said walking into the office.

Eula’s head shot up, and she started crying more. Pulling you into her lap, she sobbed into the crook of your neck, mumbling apologies for the past few days. You’ve never seen her this way, she was typically fairly upfront with her emotions but never… showed them like this.

“Eula it’s ok… I won’t leave you.” You said brushing her hair out of her face and behind her ear. That seemed to calm her down, and she nuzzled into your shoulder, her cries starting to become quieter, and quieter, until they stopped. She had fallen asleep.

— jean —

Jean beloved communication was key in your relationship, feeling that, like being the acting grand master, you had to communicate, and work with people for the best possible outcome.

But… with how much you’ve been hanging out with other people… and with how busy she’s been… that feelings changed.

Lisa and jean often met up every week for some coffee and/ or tea once a week at a new cafe in mondstadt. It was very lovely, and you wanted to check it out for yourself! You though your girlfriend had already taken her lunch break, and had been on her way back to work by the time you had gotten there.

You walked in and… to your surprise she was still there, sitting with Lisa talking over a cop of coffee. You decided ti go say hi, but when you walked closer you overheard jean saying something… worrying.

“I really am just nervous that they’ll leave me… I mean I have barely seen them. They’re either hanging out with kaeya at dawn winery, or… or I’m busy!” Jean let out her frustrations to Lisa, who was listening to every word.

Jean sipped some of her tea before resuming, “and I have no clue how to tell them that either!” Lisa looked over a bit, to see… you! Standing there! Hearing every word she just said. Lisa chucked before saying, “you just did tell them.” And pointing in your direction. Quickly turning around jean saw you.

The apologetic look on your face said it all, “I’m gonna go get some coffee, I’ll uh… talk to you at home tonight ok sweetie?” You said kissing her cheek before doing exactly what you said, and getting some coffee. Jean didn’t know wether to be thankful, or mortified.

— keqing —

Keqing has very good ways to let of some stress, and decompress before coming home. But… she’s been doing that more than usual as of recently. Why? Oh… maybe it’s because she has a fear that you’re going to leave her, for someone better, like… I don’t know the traveler maybe?

She’s afraid you’re going to realize she’s not as strong as she acts, and to prevent that… she’s been going around liyue practicing her swordsmanship, and to cool of some steam.

With a sharp swing of her sword the ruin guard falls, and becomes nothing more than red particles. The metallic noises of the ruin guard disintegrating, are the only thing to compete with keqings heavy breathing.

She struggled with that one. It’s not good enough. She’s not good enough. You’ll leave her if she’s not strong enough… and she would do almost anything to prevent that. So she continues, mumbling to herself about how you’ll leave her.

Suddenly, she heads rustling in the bush, and brings out her sword to be ready. And all she sees… is you! Popping out of the bush, with leaves and sticks in your hair. Your bag seems full of medical herbs that grow around this area… we’re you foraging?

“Y/n? What are…?” Keqing asks, but is cut off by you smooshing her face together and yelling, “keqing I would never leave you because e you aren’t strong enough! You are one of the most strong and resilient people I know, and not only as your partner but as your friend I say that I look up to you a lot!”

Your face mere inches from her own, she bursts out into a bright shade of red. You kiss her all over her face, and drag her home to treat her injuries that she got while fighting the ruin guard. Seems she doesn’t need to train anymore… you already thinks he’s more than strong enough.

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justnnyx · 3 years

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bye-bye!

you take the same bus home everyday, without failure, like some sort of ritual. why? cause there's a cute guy on board of course!

[ bokuto x f!reader (might be ooc?) ]

[ fluff, so much fluff. ]

[ oh man. i love bokuto. he's so?? idk how to explain it. he's hot and cute at the same time, kind of? ]

he's here again.

your attention shifts from your phone as you hear a familiar laughter coming from the entrance of the bus. even though a lot of students are boarding the bus, you spot him instantly. how could you not? his spiky white and black hair's so flashy. but you're not complaining - it's one of the things you like about him, after all.

you take your eyes off him before he sees you staring. he's standing in front of your seat, his back to you, and you feel your cheeks heat up.

"hello! you look happy today, too!"

"i'm l/n, from wanaka girls' high."

"please tell me your name sometime. i'd like to become friends with you."

at least, that's what you'd say if you had any courage. but you don't.

your phone vibrates as you receive a message from your friend. as you type a reply, you overhear his friend talking.

"...dy for training camp?"

"hey, hey! i'm as ready as can be! this time i'm aiming for the top spiker spot!" he grins at his friend. spiker, huh? he probably plays volleyball...

"rather than that, you should aim for passing your tests, bokuto-san." his friend, reserved as ever, bluntly replies.

bokuto. is that his last name? his name sounds so cool. what could be his first name, you wonder?

bokuto-san and his friend seem to be really close. you can't help but chuckle. you immediately regret doing that when you feel a set of eyes upon you. you quickly pretend like you were laughing at something at your phone and not eavesdropping on them.

"wanaka...girls' high..." you hear him say. looking up from your phone, you see him staring at you, but he quickly breaks eye contact, his ears reddening.

oh. oh no. he was definitely talking about you. did he hear you chuckle? what if thought you were weird? does he think you're weird?

your thoughts are cut off when your phone vibrates, and you see your friend's ID pop up.

'oh, god. she definitely saw you staring. she definitely thinks you're weird. is she still looking at me?' bokuto looks back. 'she's not. phew.'

it's not like bokuto to panic like that. weird.

bokuto notices akaashi staring at him. his eyes flicker to the girl behind him, and akaashi quickly notices. akaashi's eyebrows lift.

'is he smirking?!' bokuto thinks. akaashi always sees through him.

"ah... the new café in marui plaza? you want to go there?" bokuto overhears her say. he glances back and sees her talking to someone on her phone. her friend, maybe?

new cafe? in...marui plaza, huh? oh. should he tell her? she might get weirded out.

bokuto looks at akaashi beside him. he just got an idea.

"oi, akaashi. that new café in marui plaza, bamboo forest, was it?"

"mm." akaashi nods.

"it's closed on tuesdays, right? so if we go there today... it'd be closed, right? right?"

akaashi, seeing the huge grin in bokuto's face, looks over at the girl behind him. 'could he be more obvious?' akaashi thinks.

"yes, it would."

bokuto, feeling so obviously happy at his 'genius' plan of indirectly telling the girl the shop was closed, slyly glances behind him.

she's grinning. really hard. that's...cute. she's cute. bokuto feels his grin widening.

"i heard the café's closed on tuesdays. do you wanna go there tomorrow instead?" he hears her say.

"there's our stop." bokuto-san's friend says, catching your attention. already? oh, man.

you want him to stay a bit longer. maybe you could talk to him? that thing earlier, he was trying to help you, right? that means he doesn't think you're weird! you can talk to him! it's now or never!

"...bye..." you mutter. it catches his attention. you two stare at each other for a second, and his mouth slowly forms a huge grin.

"bye-bye!"

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onstoryladders · 2 years

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I see people saying they’d rather see eugene and black have closure but what if that happens in the scene we’ve seen the pic of all three filming, what if the closure comes hand in hand with the gramblack reveal. Like eugene is there telling them both once and for all to sort their shit out, she’s like my part was done the second I stopped being blacks girlfriend , I’m gonna go be an individual now finally u two can work this out on ur own from here. gene out. could be why black is there as well because he and gene arranged to meet to give gene the chance to speak her peace like I don’t want you back, you don’t want me, so her and black are finally on better terms and both get to explain their reasons for feeling how they do about the break up and then maybe gram just shows up like he loves to do, maybe he overhears and that leads to the whole can I take care of you instead, whoever tf it is he ends up saying it to. Or maybe he says it and that’s when gene snaps like I don’t need taking care of, you do! and it’s not my job so you know what? I got places to be and black can take it from here you two talk out this weird behaviour between urselves I want no part in it etc etc. i would just live for her being so over two men so say “fighting” for her when they don’t even understand why they’re doing it that she just walks away and leaves them to it and totally removes herself from both of their bs whether it ends up with blacks fist being besties with grams pretty face or the two of them getting their shit together then getting together idk I just think that’s one of the only logical ways to give eugene her power back in this scenario as a female whose more than mens “love” for her.

Yeah, anon, I hope you're right. If they really did all of this just to give women more space in a bl (I absolutely support this) then I hope they care enough about Eugene to let her do what you said, since all the other options make her whole character arc useless.

She's introduced as a girl who's still in love with her ex, so she tries to get him back. She gets rejected. She seeks closure. She gets rejected again. Then she decides to take the matter into her hands and move on, because she needs no one, she's her own person and can choose to be alone.

What are the alternatives?

She gets back with Black: then what was her storyline for? She's back at square one, and also Black will never place someone else above his mission, so he can't give her what she wants and needs. She shouldn't have to settle for less.

She accepts Gram's feelings: it wouldn't make sense for her to change her mind this quickly after she rejected him more than once, and once again – what's the point?

So yeah, even if we remove GramBlack from the equation, Eugene's arc won't make sense if she ends up with either one of them, unless Black does a 180, decides that she's too important and shows her that he's changed. But this would definitely ruin his friendship with Gram – and it would also feel very OOC for Black.

#not me the series #gramblack #eugene

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honeypiehotchner · 4 years

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i knew you (Bucky Barnes soulmate AU) -- part six

I keep forgetting to post this story OOPS

Warnings: panic, general self-deprecating thoughts, unrequited love thoughts, maybe slightly ooc!Tony, I think that’s all

Sam, Steve, and who you learn to be T’Challa, now King of Wakanda after his father died in the bombing at Vienna -- which makes his obsession with clawing Bucky’s eyes out make much more sense -- are shoved in a vehicle alongside you.

You have no idea what they did with Bucky -- other than he’s still alive -- and you have no fucking clue where you’re going, but the ride is long. Too long to be in a car with Sam and Steve, especially with Sam trying every second he can to get on T’Challa’s nerves.

“So you like cats?”

“Shut up, Sam, please, for once in your life,” you groan from your spot next to him.

Even Steve gives him a look.

“What? Dude shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t wanna know more?” Sam asks.

“Your suit…” Steve narrows his eyes. “It’s vibranium?”

“What is that?”

You don’t get an answer.

“The Black Panther has been the protector of Wakanda for generations. A mantle, passed from warrior to warrior. And now, because your friend murdered my father, I also wear the mantle of King. So, I ask you, as both King and warrior,” T’Challa pauses. “How long do you think you can keep your friend safe from me?”

The silence is deafening.

“It wasn’t him,” you blurt, earning yourself a glare. “Laugh at me all you want, but it wasn’t Bucky that killed your father. Don’t get revenge on the wrong man.”

T’Challa turns to face forward, refusing to say another word.

You do the same, instead focusing on what Bucky is feeling. You wonder if he can feel just how pissed off and panicked you are. You’re pissed, of course, because all of this fighting wasn’t necessary. You jumped off buildings for that man, and he still insists that he doesn’t know you.

Maybe you’d be able to write it off as a dreadful miscommunication for the past decade of your life, but you can’t. Not when you can physically feel that he is lying. The tightness in his chest doesn’t lie. Neither do his eyes.

But God, you wish they could.

You turn your head to hide your quivering lip. The last thing you need is to break into a sobbing mess in the back of this vehicle with three men surrounding you — especially when one of them was just trying to kill the same soulmate you’re upset over.

You know it’s not true, but part of you does wish Bucky was dead.

It was a lot easier on you to fantasize and dream about him when you thought he was dead.

+++

The government facility in Berlin looks far more secure than anything you’ve ever seen. Having guards posted all around when the four of you step out of the vehicle almost seems like overkill. They already took your weapons, what are they expecting any of you to do?

You glance over your shoulder to see Bucky in a small container. Your heart breaks at the sight of him, being restrained and in such a tight space. But the fact that he won’t even look your way breaks your heart even more.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Steve asks, having the courage to voice what you want to know.

“Same thing that ought to happen to you,” the man replies. He’s short and wears a gray suit. It’s hard for you to take him seriously as an authority figure when it looks like his pants need to be hemmed. “Psychological evaluation and extradition.”

You cross your arms over your chest, keeping your mouth shut. Sharon stands next to the man, but at least she looks like she’s on your side — or Steve’s, since she obviously has a thing for him.

“This is Everett Ross, Deputy Task Force Commander—” Sharon begins introducing him, but you stop her.

“A guy too big to introduce himself?” You raise an eyebrow. “Wow.”

Everett barely smiles, but it isn’t friendly. “Yeah, uh, who the hell are you?” It’s taunting, but you’re too exhausted to give in.

“No one,” you wave your hand, letting Steve keep going.

“What about a lawyer?”

Everett finds that about as amusing as your sentence. “A lawyer, that’s funny.” He turns to address Sharon. “See that their weapons are placed in lockup.” Then turning to the four of you, he says, “We’ll write you a receipt.”

As if on cue, men pass by holding Steve’s shield and uniform, Sam’s wings, and your gun and bullet proof vest. You had almost gotten away with the vest, but once they felt it, they wanted it off -- probably afraid it had some explosive inside it. So, now you’re without your protection, and you miss the weight of the vest. Something about it soothed the ache inside you.

Sam looks ready to burst at the seams. “I better not look out the window and see anybody flying around in that.”

You’re ushered forward by some guards and you go without resisting. You see Steve take one more look at Bucky, but you don’t bother. No sense in looking at someone who doesn’t want to see you, anyway.

Everett walks ahead, leading the way across a glass bridge to the other side of the facility. “You’ll be provided with an office, instead of a cell.”

“How kind,” you snort.

He ignores your comment. “Do me a favor: stay in it.”

You roll your eyes. What does he expect you guys to do? Start a fight when the ratio of unarmed super-soldier to heavily armed guards is about 1 to 1,000 in here?

Natasha joins the group, giving you a particularly cold stare before talking to Steve. “For the record, this is what making things worse looks like.”

You manage a chuckle. She has a point, after all.

“He’s alive,” Steve says matter-of-factly.

Yeah, you think. A lot of good that’s doing to everyone.

By the time you reach the other side of the bridge, you’re ready to ask T’Challa to claw your eyes out instead. You won’t even put up a fight. You’re just tired of holding these tears back and feeling this burning pressure in your chest. You don’t know if it’s yours or Bucky’s emotions at this point, all you know is that you want to be left alone.

The weight of it all is crushing down on you now that there aren’t guns firing at you.

He doesn’t want you.

Your soulmate doesn’t want you.

Fuck.

You wipe a stray tear away, spotting Tony Stark up ahead. Tony seeing you cry is not something you ever want to happen, so you chew on the inside of your cheek instead, hoping you can slip past him quick enough that he won’t notice.

But, of course, that’s too much to ask for when you’ve got Sam and Steve next to you. And when the three of you are now criminals.

“Colonel Rhodes is supervising clean up,” Tony says to someone on the phone. But, because he’s Tony, he has to glare at the three of you while he says it. “Consequences? You bet there’ll be consequences. Obviously you can quote me on that because I just said it, anything else? Thank you sir.”

You take a deep breath, steeling yourself. Here we go.

“Consequences?” Steve inquires, very obviously not giving a damn from the sounds of his tone.

“Secretary Ross wants you prosecuted,” Tony pauses, looking pointedly at you. “All of you.”

You glare at him. “I wasn’t expecting to be an exception, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“That’s not what I was thinking,” Tony replies, always having to have the upper hand. “What I was thinking, is that when I paid for you to have top of the line combat training, I didn’t mean for you to use it on something like this.”

“For God’s sake,” you mutter under your breath, ignoring Steve and Sam’s bewildered stares. You should’ve known he’d use this moment to blast your secret to everyone.

Your training is something you kept under wraps because naturally, if someone knows you’re going to be a challenge, they normally take it. You wanted to be as off the grid and as normal appearing as you could, so you quietly trained while loudly posting about your degree and only your degree. No pictures with Sam or Steve in them when they’d come to visit. Just you or your best friend, nothing more. You wanted to appear as though you were staying out of the way of any and all affairs that could deal with The Winter Soldier. You knew you’d be left alone if you acted as if you didn’t care. You even went on random dates and posted about them. You slipped under everyone’s radar just like you wanted.

“I’m not doing this right now,” you push past Tony in search of an empty office.

“No, I think we are doing this now,” Tony pulls you back by your arm, which you wrench out of his grip immediately. “I paid for those classes so you could defend yourself, and now you’re a criminal. How do you think that makes me look?”

“I don’t know. Grab a goddamn mirror. It’ll tell you.”

Your sarcasm only fuels his anger. “Listen to me—”

“No, okay?” Your voice cracks and you hate it. You hate the way Steve has been looking at you, like you’re about to break into a million pieces right on the floor in front of everyone. You hate that Tony thinks he can just lecture you about something he has no fucking clue about how it feels. You hate that Bucky doesn’t want you and you hate that he’s in a tiny box right now and that if you never would’ve met Steve two years ago then you wouldn’t be hurting like this right now.

Tony stares quietly at you, waiting for you to finish.

So, with as much strength as you can gather, you finish. “I’ve just jumped off buildings and almost taken bullets for my soulmate who does not even want me.” You pause to let it sink in. “So, if you don’t mind, I’d really love to go cry my eyes out for thirty minutes. You can lecture me after.”

Tony’s face falls and pales a little even, but you’re too exhausted to notice.

By some stroke of bad luck, Everett Ross happens to overhear your words. His dumbfounded expression comes into view and it takes all of your leftover energy to not deck him right in the jaw.

“Did I just hear you say that you’re his soulmate?”

“No,” you snap. “Because he doesn’t know me and doesn’t want to talk to me. So, sorry, you won’t get to weaponize me today. Now, do you have an office I can cry in? Or do I need to go find it myself?”

Stunned, Everett flounders for a response. “Uh, you can just pick an empty one.”

“Great,” you swallow around the lump in your throat, keeping your eyes on the ground as you finally escape from everyone around you.

The office is glass, so it isn’t like you’re getting much privacy at all, but it’s enough. You take the farthest one, turning to face the wall so no one else has to see your pathetic tears as they stream down your face.

Saying it out loud made it real.

Bucky doesn’t want you. He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t care what you feel. He doesn’t care that you’re his soulmate. He doesn’t want any part of any of it.

Your chest feels like it might rip itself open just for your heart to escape, and part of you wishes it could. You wish you could be without your heart and this soulmate business just for one day.

All those years. Thinking he’d want you.

The past two years. Rehearsing how to talk to him. How to make it work because you weren’t foolish enough to think it’d be easy. You knew it would be hard, that he’d be troubled with his own issues. But you never thought about the possibility of him straight-up rejecting you.

All of it. For nothing. For a soulmate who insists he doesn’t know you.

You try to muffle your choked sob as best you can, but you fail, the noise only causing more tears to fall. Stupid, stupid, stupid. He was brainwashed by HYDRA and you were stupid enough to hope that he’d want you in his life, that he’d remember you.

Maybe he doesn’t remember you. Maybe when they did something to his mind, it erased all of you.

But he remembers Steve, you remind yourself, and the hurt takes over once more.

You turn and press your back to the glass, shutting your eyes so you won’t see if anyone is watching you. You know how absurd you must look. It doesn’t matter. He doesn’t want you. What does any of it matter anymore?

You slide down to the floor, burying your face in your knees. God, it hurts. It hurts and it hurts and it hurts and you want it to stop. You wish you never went to that damn exhibit with your best friend. You wish you never knew about Bucky. Living in blissful ignorance was painful, but at least you had peace alongside the pain.

At least that image of your soulmate wanted you.

+++

Back outside, Everett watches your shaking form with a newfound worry. “Is she gonna be okay?”

“I don’t know.” Tony hangs his head. “Do you need me for anything?”

Everett glances at his watch. “No, actually I’ve got things to get to.” He disappears without another word.

Tony thinks it over, wondering if he should even go check on you. You’re like a daughter to him, though he’ll never admit that to you, and you’d never suspect it. The two of you hardly speak. You were surprised when he reached out about your protection. Steve had apparently mentioned you, and Tony being Tony, knew he had the money to make you feel safe.

And he did. The classes helped. Keeping everything about you, except what you wanted people to see -- that you were an Honors student, a well-supported, intelligent young woman -- a secret helped.

The two of you bicker. You argued when you first met. Tony wanted to pay for extra security, personal security that would follow you around. He wanted to move you from the college apartments to some fancier complex where he could control the security protocols. You turned him down, asked about classes. He compromised. But not without some off-handed, pissed-off remark, that you promptly replied to with, “Fuck off.”

You’re strong, he’ll give you that. Anyone else would’ve denied their feelings, sworn they weren’t the soulmate of the fist of HYDRA. But you embraced it. You knew you couldn’t change it. You knew you would get Bucky back one day -- your Bucky.

But you never would’ve guessed that he would’ve reacted this way. Shielding you from bullets while insisting that he has no idea who the hell you are.

His insistence is what hurt you the most. You had thought when you confessed that you can feel when he’s lying, he would’ve given in. That maybe he needed a confirmation, a reason to believe it was really you, because anyone can lie. Technology -- Stark’s, at least -- has advanced, anyone can look like whoever they want. You thought Bucky needed proof. But that wasn’t it.

He just didn’t care.

Tony watches as you turn around, pressing your back to the glass. Your eyes are closed, face wet with tears and hand pressed over your mouth. You slide to the floor, and that’s the last straw.

You look up when you hear Tony knocking on the glass.

Once you see it’s him, though, you put your head back in your hands. “I said thirty minutes,” you mumble. “I know damn well it’s only been ten.”

“Just shut up and come here.”

You look up again, your expression pained as if he just slapped you. Tony frowns. He’s making it worse when he wants to make it better.

“What do you want?” You ask tiredly, rubbing both hands on your face to wipe the rest of the tears away. You sniffle loudly, grimacing at the noise. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, just come here.”

“What do you want?”

“To give you a damn hug,” Tony mutters, invading your personal space by sitting next to you on the floor.

You accept his hug, but only for a few seconds. That’s all you can take.

“Sorry,” you murmur, shrugging him off and scooting a foot away. “Anything that touches me makes me want to punch. I don’t know if it’s him feeling that, or me, but…” You sigh. “Regardless I’d just like for this to be over.”

“You and me both, kiddo,” Tony exhales, leaning his head back against the glass. “Why did you go with Cap and Sam?”

You shrug. “If it was Pepper...wouldn’t you?”

“Pepper wasn’t brainwashed by HYDRA,” Tony says. “And Pepper didn’t assassinate dozens of people.”

“But if she had, if it was Pepper in that box right now, wouldn’t you have done anything? Even if you knew it was a losing battle?”

Tony stays quiet, thinking. “Yeah.” He nods slowly. “I would.” Then he lets out a dry laugh. “I don’t think she’d put me in that position -- I think it’s more likely the other way around.”

You look over at him, frowning.

He sees you looking and sighs, closing his eyes. “We’re taking a break.”

That explains it. “I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “It’s fine. In her defense, I’m a handful.” Typical Tony. Deflecting his real feelings with humor. “Anyway, I’m sorry, too. Earlier. I shouldn’t have spilled your secrets like that.”

You shrug. “It’s whatever. It’s out there now. I’m sure Everett is thinking of every way he can to somehow get through to Bucky through me.” The mention of your soulmate has tears jumping back into your eyes.

Then a wave of panic rushes over you.

Your eyes shoot open and you scramble to your feet, moving to the farthest corner of the office to get a good look at the screens. Without audio, you can’t tell much, but that doesn’t make it any better.

“What wrong?” Tony asks, joining you.

“He’s panicked,” you murmur. “Where’s Steve?”

Tony doesn’t have time to answer you before you’re practically running out of the office to find Steve. You find him with Sam and Sharon in another office.

“Steve--” You stop when you hear the audio. It’s Bucky’s voice.

“Where’s Y/N?” He says. You look at the screen, thinking your ears have deceived you, but he says it again. “Y/N, I need to talk to her.”

“What’s going on?” Steve asks, noticing the look on your face.

“Something’s wrong,” you say, shaking your head. “I don’t know what. But he’s panicking. Or maybe it’s me. Something’s wrong.”

About that time, the power goes out.

Literally. Everywhere. Emergency lights coat the room in a soft blue glow, the red of the exits the only other light working in the place.

“Fuck!” You smack the table, looking to Sharon. “Where is he?”

“Sub-level five, East wing,” she answers quickly.

You don’t look to Sam or Steve, you just start running.

The slapping of footsteps behind you is the only indication you have that they’re following you. Tears spring to your eyes as another wave of panic comes over you, nearly choking you this time. Something bad. It’s something bad.

Anger comes next, burning in your chest. What the hell is happening? That psychiatrist -- what’s he doing to your Bucky?

Then you feel it.

It spreads throughout your whole body. The old feeling you had once forgotten. Two years is long enough to get used to Bucky and forget all about The Winter Soldier, but not long enough to not recognize it when it returns.

You push forward, running as fast as you can. You slow once you’re at the correct sub-level, waiting for Sam and Steve. You hold your hands up when they come into view.

Steve comes skidding to a stop. “What?”

“He’s not Bucky right now,” you say quietly, despite the thrumming in your ears. “He’s the Soldier. We have to be careful. I don’t know what happened, but I felt it.”

“Shit,” Steve cusses. “Okay.”

Back on track, the first sign that the Soldier is here is all of the guards lying unconscious on the floor. Inside the room, the psychiatrist sent to evaluate Bucky -- though you’re suspecting he isn’t the psychiatrist -- lies in the middle of the floor, barely conscious.

Steve walks in and drags the man up off of the floor, pinning him to the wall.

You’re right. He’s not who he says he is.

While Steve is handling him, you and Steve step up to the doorway, but you pause, pressing your arm to Sam’s chest.

Shit. He’s in there.

Sam either doesn’t catch your signal or doesn’t want you walking in by yourself, because he ignores you and steps into the room. Regardless, it earns him a punch to the face that he barely dodges.

“Bucky!” You scream, pushing Sam out of the way before Bucky’s metal fist can smash his head in. “Bucky, stop!”

But he doesn’t. He keeps going after Sam, and only stops once he has thrown Sam halfway across the room into the box he was kept in. Sam falls limply to the floor, unconscious.

“Bucky, look at me,” you plead, tears pushing to the front of your eyes, but you blink them away. “You have to come out of this!”

Bucky pushes past you, going after Steve this time. Well, you think. First, he knocks the psychiatrist out cold, but you don’t mind that. What you do mind is when Bucky focuses back on Steve, choking him up against the wall.

You try to pull on his arm, but you know it’s useless. He holds you back, keeping you away from him, but still not hurting you.

You think. Quick. What would help? Why isn’t he hurting you? He’s capable of handling more than one person, and you’re obviously provoking him in some way right now as you claw at his back. But still, he isn’t hurting you. Why?

A long shot of an idea pops into your head.

“Soldier!” You raise your voice, straightening your shoulders, hoping it’ll give you the look of an authority figure. “Soldier. I said stop.”

Steve hits the ground with a thud, coughing loudly.

“Soldier,” you repeat, keeping your voice even. “Look at me.” Slowly, Bucky turns around. He’s still the Soldier, but at least he isn’t trying to kill Steve. “What are your orders?”

“You give them.”

You blink. “What?”

“Orders are to protect you,” the Soldier says. “Keep you safe.”

Your breath hitches. You push away your emotions, thinking instead how you can use his orders to your advantage right now. You don’t exactly like using him this way, but you don’t have any other option when he’s a highly trained and chemically enhanced assassin.

“Steve is a friend.” You pause, nodding to Sam who is slowly coming back to consciousness on the ground. “So is Sam. Do not hurt them. Understand?”

Firmly, Bucky nods.

You look over your shoulder at Steve. “We’ve gotta get him out of here,” you say. “They’ll kill him if they find him like this.” Regardless of the fact that he’s listening to you.

“Yeah,” Steve agrees, voice hoarse. He goes over to Sam, pulling him off the ground. He’s disoriented, but awake. “Come on. We gotta go.”

“Okay, Soldier,” you almost wince, hating talking to him like this. “Get us out of here. Can you do that?”

Again, he nods. His flesh arm wraps protectively around your waist, practically picking you up as he begins to walk.

You try your hardest to ignore the effect it has on your body, but you can’t help it. The combination of his strength and this being the most intimate way that he has touched you yet leaves you breaking out in a cold sweat.

“Wait,” you pause, and Bucky stops. “I’ll hold onto your arm,” you say, slipping his arm from around your waist. You grip his bicep, your other hand sliding into his. You hate to be doing this because you know once Bucky remembers, he’ll probably hate you even more for it. But right now, the Soldier won’t walk two inches without some sort of grip on you. “Is this better?”

The Soldier’s bicep flexes underneath your fingers. You swallow thickly. Maybe this was worse.

“As long as you’re safe,” is all he says, before continuing on.

You look back over your shoulder to find Steve watching with a sad smile.

You shove down the swelling sadness in your chest. You know this is the last time you’ll get to hold his hand, or hold onto him like this. But he can’t stay the Soldier forever. He needs to be Bucky again.

Even if Bucky is the one who doesn’t want you.

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idk-my-aesthetic · 4 years

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Phoenix Prince /// Dragon Princess AU

Aka a healthy (ish) fire siblings au (thats still super angsty im so sorry) where Zuko and Azula love/take care of eachother and earn the love of their people

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Ursa dies in child birth, though thankfully Azula survives. Zuko’s only three at the time but he’s devastated by the loss of his mother, and vows to protect his baby sister at all costs

He’s super super involved with Azula growing up, and does everything in his power to protect her from Ozai. Bc when she’s little Ozai’s very bitter bc she “killed” Ursa, plus he already hated zuko for being too weak, plus there’s no Ursa to challenge him. so he can basically do whatever tf he wants to them and be an abusive fucking dick

But then, Azula starts fire bending and is clearly a prodigy. Ozai suddenly takes an interest in her. She’s terrified of her dad so she does w/e tf he wants to keep him happy.

Except she refuses to hurt zuko. he’s her big brother and she loves him. She (secretly) stays really close with him, though is skilled enough at manipulation that Ozai thinks she’s basically cut herself off from zuko/hate him. Which zuko is fine with, he wants Azula to be safe from Ozai and if that means she needs to pretend to hate him when their dad is in the room? He doesn’t care, he knows his baby sister and knows she loves him

Anyway yeah Ozai starts to like her better and treats her.... “better”. (Note the quotations.) but she still feels guilty that Zuko’s getting the brunt of ozai’s wrath, so she does her best to keep Ozai’s attention on how good she is instead of how much of a failure zuko is.

Quick side note: if Azula seems ooc that’s on purpose. We know her toxcicity is a result of Ozai’s influence. But here he has way less control over her. Bc Ozai mainly controls her by using fear. And while she is afraid of him, she’s not nearly as afraid in this AU. a) bc Azula has her over protective big brother being over protective and b) Ursa’s dead so there’s no mother who is supposed to protect her failing to protect her and making Azula feel unsafe

So in this she’s much closer personality wise to like a “season 1 zuko” version of herself. She’s in general cool but tends to loose control of herself. Though she also has a lot more self confidence than zuko did, and maybe a bit too much pride. She’d never hit someone who was already down and cares for ppl, but pretends that she cares for no one

So yeah. The two are just kinda surviving living in the castle and love eacother a lot

Until they hear about the whole kill ur first born thing....... (which happens about 2 yrs after cannon bc Iroh came home when he heard his sister in law died and the whole siege of ba sing se was postponed)

Instead of like. Waiting for her brother to get murdered tiny 9 yr old Azula packs up their shit and gets ready to go on the run

Unfortunately she’s (almost) too late. While she’s getting ready to leave Zuko is trying to cover for her (Ozai would be murderus if he knew Azula was gonna betrey him by leaving) and somehow manages to insult Ozai while trying to protect Azula from being found out

Ozai gets big mad, and in a fit of rage tries to kill zuko by burning half his face off.

Azula runs in at the sound of her brother’s screams, at the exact same time two gaurd rush into the royal chambers. The guards are frozen in shock, but Azula is pissed

Azula attacks her dad. At first she has the upper hand/element of surprise but... she’s 9.

she starts loosing. Her forearm gets really badly burned in a suspiciously hand-shaped pattern.

During the fight Zuko’s struggling to lift himself from the ground and help. He manages to save Azula from a killing blow by throwing some fire at Ozai, but collapses immediately after. Azula barely has a second to breathe before Ozai starts attacking again.

For a moment it legitimately looks like Ozai is going to murder his two young children in cold blood

Until one of the guards snaps.

She uses the whole fucked up situation to knock Ozai out, though she doesn’t kill him. The other gaurd is just standing there, and she has no clue who he’s gonna help so she just knocks him out

Then the gaurd grabs zuko and Azula, and fucking BOOKS IT from the castle. She does a blue spirit type thing to escape (threatening to kill either Azula or zuko) and eventually gets them somewhere safe where she can get their wounds treated

The next day the fire lord puts out this whole sob story about how an assassin pretended to be a gaurd, killed his father, then kiddnapped his children. And how he’s sending out a whole manhunt for his lost children yada yada yada

The other gaurd that was there mysteriously disappears a few days later, but not before he can spread some “rumors” about the prince and princess’s disappearance. Ozai ascends to the throne and publicly offers an enormous reward for the return of his children,,,,,, while secretly sending assassins after them. (Like.... Azula attacked him and he already tried to kill zuko he don’t give a fuck)

Iroh is obviously devestated when he finds out. and while he thinks the whole thing is a bit suspicious he starts on a journey desperately looking for his lost niece and nephew

While all this BS is happening this poor gaurd suddenly has 2 damaged af kids to take care of and a bunch of assassins to run from

So once zuko and Azula are healed enough to travel and they know zuko won’t die, they go on the run. They can’t stay in one place bc of all the assassins after them and end up going all over the world

They don’t spend a lot of time in the fire nation (for obvious reasons) but they do spend bits and pieces there. Connecting with their people, meeting freinds of the gaurd who saved them that can help (like Lt Jee who ran Zuko’s ship in cannon) and spreading the truth of what happened.

Stories about the damaged prince and princess who were so hurt by their father begin to spread. But even more stories about how the prince and princess care for their people spread ten times faster. Stories they take time to rebuild small fire nation villages damaged by floods, or how corrupt military commanders suspicious disappear after they come to town start to spread.

Ppl start calling them the dragon princess and pheonix prince. Because the princess protects her people like a dragon protects it’s hoard, by killing everyone who dares to endanger it. And the prince has risin from the ashes (you can see the burn clear as day on his face), to heal the land and his people

(Though really..... the prince and princess are both dragons and pheonixes. Because even if she seems invincible and more ruthless than her brother, the princess has been hurt deeply. Though her wound is more easily covered. And she aches for the pain of her nation, the nation she feels she wasn’t strong enough to protect. She just hides her emotions better than her brother....)

(As for the prince, yes he shows more kindness than his sister seems too. But he is just as ruthless as her if someone threatens their hoard. He’s just a bit calmer.... less trigger happy than his twin. It was his idea to take out the corrupt commandor stealing a small town’s livelihoods, after all)

They call the gaurd who saved them “the Kitsune”. They say she is a flame wielding spirit, sent by Agni himself to protect the true leaders of the fire nation

Iroh overhears bits and pieces about them. He starts to get an idea of what’s happening, but for the most part he really struggles to track them. Ppl can recognize him, and they won’t sell out their prince and princess to someone who might take them away

So yeah. The three of them are on the run together for a long time. They can never spend long in one place (assassins never stop coming after them) and dart all over the earth kingdom and fire nation, seeing first hand the effects of the war. And gaining a positive reputation both for caring about their people in a way no one since before Sozin has, as well as shaming dishonorable fire nation soldiers who mistreat those in the earth kingdom

(They almost never hurt foot soldiers who are just following orders, but any one (especially upper command) who take clear pleasure in other’s suffering are often challenged to Agni kai’s in exchange for said soldiers leaving.

Though usually just being publicly knocked on their asses by a couple of scarred kids who turn out to literally be the lost prince and princess holy shit, is enough to put them in their place)

So yeah. They travel together earning a good reputation from as soon as they’re healed until zuko and azula are 14 and 11 respectively

At that point they get separated from the gaurd.... (she doesn’t die, either captured or separated for some other reason)

So now.... all they have is eachother

The two spend the next two years on their own. They still try to do the same types of stuff they did before but now they’re in a lot more danger w/o an adult to help them. They’re basically just.... 2 increasingly ferel children struggling to survive. They live mostly off of like foraged stuff and whatever money they can make/steal from rich assholes

They continue to dodge Iroh as well bc they have no clue if he’s gonna return them to their father or kill them or w/e. Which is wayyyy harder than it would seem, the only reason he hasn’t caught them yet is that they have an alliance with June the bounty hunter who keeps sending Iroh on wild goose chases bc she has a soft spot for the weird ferel kids. (And a huge crush on the gaurd who was basically their mom/older sister for a while. But we don’t need to talk about that)

so zuko and Azula are just these absolutely feral kids being hunted by 12 dozen bounty hunters from their father, plus the “dragon princess and pheonix prince” have officially been declared “traitors to the nation that are impersonating the late children of Firelord Ozai” so there’s a good amount of the actual military after them, and they’re trying to keep away from their uncle and all his fucking white lotus freinds

They’re a little bit stressed ok??? And like super protective of eachother by this point

And then who joins the fucking search??? The goddam avatar

Bc he heard these stories about these good firebenders who protect everyone no matter what side of the war they’re on. And ofc Aang wants one or both of them to teach him

So Aang like the lovable idiot he is, is just trying so hard to adopt these crazy feral firebenders.

And ik I keep saying feral but like. I need to emphasize this bc these two spent 2 years on the run + 2 more years on the run while basically living in fucking forests cus they’re out of money, connections, and the gaurd was the only one out of the three of them with social skills. They’re a little stressed okay???

And idk I just love the idea of Aang trying to befriend these crazy feral firebenders acting like they’re just like. Wild animals or smthn. Like cornering them in a clearing and trying to offer them jerky as if they were wolves and the two giving him the blankest fucking expression

Anyway this post is about 200x longer than I meant it to be and I am so so sorry. (Especially since I can’t put in a read more on mobile)

Anyway bc it’s so long i’m just gonna do the last bit in bullet form and try to finish as quickly as humanly possible

- obvi they join the avatar and stuff

- the gaurd (who ima call kit/kitsune cus I don’t have a name for her) eventually meets/joins with Iroh. June later joins them as well as they try to find the idiot fire children

- Sokka has a big gay crush on the feral firebening guy

- Katara has a very tiny crush she refuses to admit too on Azula

- there’s also a lot of drama between her and Azula at first bc Azula is brash and Katara kinda gets annoyed at a mix of that/the lingering bias she has against fire nation ppl but they get past it

- also Azula has ~issues~ where she blames herself for their mom’s death/ is sure their mom hates them but asp their mom comes to her in spirit form and says she loves her (no fucking clue when that would happen but I love that idea)

- instead of having zuko/Azula chasing them they have a really fun variety of different random bounty hunters. Obvi including sparky sparky boom man

- the siege of the north.... happens. Though Zhao doesn’t kill the moon spirit so yue lives, and Azula and zuko manage to make a huge speech and get many of the soldiers to defect to their side instead so it ends with minimal bloodshed

- when Toph joins the group she and Azula are chaos incarnate

-mai and ty lee hear rumors and stuff and join team avatar eventually

- when they find out about the day of black sun they just. Skip trying to talk to the earth king. Cus they can just stage a cou lol they have the people on their side?? Forces from both water tribes, random earth kingdom ppl they’ve managed to befriend,,,,

- though they have to find uncle first bc he could challenge zuko for the throne. Obvi they think they’ll need to get rid of him bc they don’t really know him and think he wants to hurt them but all of a sudden???

- so they kinda have a few side quests as they’re preparing and gathering everyone but then it’s the day of black sun!!! And it works and shit and I actually have some other ideas too but FUCK this is SO LONG i am so sorry and will shut up now

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thebipolarbisexualnerd · 4 years

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Unless It’s With You

Carlos overhears a conversation and realizes just how much he wants to marry that Tyler Kennedy Strand.

This is kinda crap, but it’s also fluffy and any Tarlos content is pretty great, am I right? It’s my first Tarlos fic and I love them even if I can’t write them well. Carlos may be a little OOC but this means a lot to him. Hope you enjoy this.

I’m in over my head, feeling confused

I’m losing my mind, don’t know what to do

Cause I don’t wanna get married

Unless it’s with you

It was another night at the bar for the 126 and Carlos was running late due to having to finish reports from his busy day. He walked into the crowded space, side stepping a couple making out just inside the door, and immediately looked for his boyfriend or his best friend. He spotted TK first with the firehouse group around him sharing stories and drinking. They looked relaxed and that meant it had been a good day without death nipping at their heels.

“Cap, how do you make those ribs we had last Saturday? I have a taste for them and Grace might like those for our anniversary dinner this week.” Judd asked over the buzz of the patrons.

“Ribs Ryder? How have you managed to be married for… how long exactly?” Owen teased the cowboy with a roll of his eyes.

“Longer than you’ve ever been,” Judd jibed lightly, the multiple failed marriages of the captain being common knowledge by now. “Here in the south ribs are perfectly acceptable for a dinner expressing your love and devotion.”

“Better be sure she isn’t p[lanning to wear white,” Mateo nudged Judd with a laugh. Carlos was about to announce his presence to the team when probie asked a question he really wanted an answer to as well. “You see yourself having ribs on your anniversary TK? It’s only a matter of time before Carlos asks you.”

“Married?” TK’s voice was far more surprised than it should have been. The two of them had been together a year and Carlos has found himself gazing at rings more than once lately. He would love to put a ring on his boyfriend’s finger and call him his for the rest of their lives. He could see them buying a new house together and maybe even adopting a kid one day together. He saw the whole package with the younger firefighter and up until this moment he never thought TK felt any differently. “I’ve seen more than my share of marriages fall apart. I don’t see the point in getting married. There’s no such thing as forever.”

A stone fell into the pit of his stomach at his boyfriend’s words. Marriage might have only been a passing thought as of late, but it clearly meant more than he thought if the way his chest tightened was any indication. TK was the love of his life, and there had been nobody Carlos had ever seen forever so clearly with up until now.

“Hey babe,” Carlos acted as if he hadn’t heard their conversation and had just walked up to the group. “Sorry I’m late.”

“Dance with me,” TK’s eyes lit up upon seeing him and with a kiss on the cheek Carlos was dragged onto the dance floor just like their first time dancing here. A year had gone by and suddenly Carlos felt like the two of them might not have come as far as he’d thought.

A week had gone by since he had eavesdropped on that comment TK made, but his mind wouldn’t let him forget the way his boyfriend had tossed the idea of marriage off the table so easily. Did that mean the firefighter still didn’t see a future for them? Was this something to simply pass time for him? Did he not see the two of them growing old together the way Carlos did? Was this thing between them not going to stay?

The worst way for this desire to play out was in his dreams. It was on a day when their alarms weren’t going off and they could sleep in so his mind felt free to dream and of course he would dream of their wedding. He would dream of TK wearing his ring and looking at him like he could be in this moment forever. He would dream of holding TK close under twinkling fairy lights in his mother’s backyard while their guests watched them share a first dance.

A dream is a wish the heart makes after all.

Carlos snapped awake from the dream where he was married to the man beside him and while they had never talked about it before the desire made something inside of him ache fiercely. He didn’t want it right now, but he wanted it to be a possibility. The happy bubble of his dream faded and his eyes started to sting fiercely when his brain caught up to the fact that TK didn’t want that with him. He didn’t want to get married or he might not even want a family together. Could it be that they could have dreams for their futures that were so drastically different? Carlos was so in love with TK that it baffled him. He didn’t think this kind of love existed outside of movies and it was the most wonderful part of his life. Loving TK was as easy as breathing and the thought of never having the promise of marriage made a panic rise in him he was unfamiliar with. He was the one in their relationship that stayed calm, but a simple lack of a ring had him panicked. He had never been so scared of losing TK outside of some catastrophic call that is, as he was right now. He knew TK had asked Alex to marry him back in New York. Was that why he didn’t want to venture down that road again? Was one failed proposal enough to have him turn away from the idea forever?

“Carlos,” TK murmured as he rolled over to face him, a sleepy smile stretched over his face. “It’s too early to be thinking so much.” A hand lazily came up to cup his cheek, but then suddenly the firefighter was sitting up in bed wide awake. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

It seemed the stinging behind his eyes had given way to actual tears and how the hell was he about to explain this? How could he explain being upset by a comment he was never meant to hear at all? He didn’t know marriage was so important to him until it appeared to be off the table for good. It sounded stupid as hell to be upset about a ring and a piece of paper which is all the ceremony really boiled down to, but it was the promise he wanted. The promise of forever meant more than he bargained for. “Just a dream,” He choked out.

“Nightmare?” TK guessed with sympathy in his eyes. Carlos’s dream probably would be a nightmare to the younger man if their roles had been reversed. He shrugged in reply, hating the lump in his throat and wishing he could grow up and get past this. TK loved him, and he knew that. They had been through hell and made it out of the other side stronger and more in love than ever. He was stupid to be questioning it all over a question he had never even asked. “Shh, let me hold you.”

“TK,” Carlos choked out as he felt strong arms wrap around him and his head was tucked into the space between TK’s neck and shoulder. His boyfriend was comforting him over something he needed to be man enough to just talk about. “I love you.”

“I love you too, baby,” TK told him softly and Carlos felt a kiss pressed to his temple. “It’s okay now, you’re with me. We’re going to have the whole day together and I’ll even let you pick the movie.”

The tears were getting stronger and Carlos was pretty sure he had never cried over anything more ridiculous than this. They could easily spend forever together and never have a ring exchanged. Plenty of people were together for ages without some piece of paper. TK had been through his father getting divorced twice and then a disastrous proposal attempt. It made sense why he had no interest in getting married. What didn’t make sense was the way his heart was breaking.

“Hey, hey deep breath alright?” TK rubbed his back gently and it was ironic their roles were reversed. Carlos was much more comfortable doing the comforting rather than being the one comforted.

“I heard you,” Carlos had to say it. He knew this wasn’t something he could just hold inside of him. It was bothering him far too much for that. He sniffed a few times and wiped some tears off his cheeks. “I heard you talking with your team. A-about us.”

“What did I say?” TK seemed confused as he pulled back so they could look at each other fully.

“You said forever didn’t exist,” Carlos repeated softly, swallowing a few more times to get his tears under control. “I… I was kind of hoping it did for us.”

“What?” TK had obviously already long forgotten about his comment at the bar and Carlos felt even more silly for hanging onto it this long. “When did I… That wasn’t meant to mean anything.”

“I want to marry you,” Carlos confessed and even saying it felt right. He was meant to marry this man and his heart knew it without a doubt. “I want forever for us, Tyler.”

“I…” The younger man seemed lost on how to reply. TK took his hand gently and squeezed it. “ ‘Los, of course I want forever with you.”

“You said you didn’t,” Carlos had to point out in a small voice.

“I’ve seen my share of ruined marriages,” TK said softly. “Marriage doesn’t mean anything by itself. That promise is no guarantee anyone is together for the rest of their lives.” He brought Carlos close to kiss him gently. “With you I know it would be different. You would never make that kind of promise without keeping it. You want to marry me?”

“Without a doubt,” Carlos replied, feeling that stone begin to break up he’d been carrying around. “I see a whole life with you Tyler, a full ,wonderful life.”

“With you I can start to believe it’s possible,” TK kissed him again before resting their foreheads together. “Only with you.”

#tarlos #tk strand #carlos reyes #911 lonestar #the ending is crap I know #mywriting #i tried #practice makes perfect I guess #have some fluff

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angelaiswriting · 5 years

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Children (1 of 4) | Michael Gray x reader

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✏️ Pairing: Michael Gray x fem!reader

✏️ Summary: After a nice Shelby family dinner, Michael and his wife leave their son at Polly’s to enjoy a night with each other. It turns out, though, that’s it’s not just each other that they crave. (Requested by Anonymous)

✏️ A/N: gaaaah *insert unintelligible sounds here* I told Paulina I would wait tomorrow to post this, but let’s be honest: this is me we’re talking about, I literally have close to zero patience (sorry b). Anyway, this fic was a ride, I somehow was embarrassed to talk about a dick and a vagina, but I pushed through it HAHAHA wtf is happening to me? This is honestly my sweetest smut ever and I just hope Michael is not OOC here! (You let your girl know, though.)

✏️ Beta-read by: @sweetvengeancee

✏️ Warnings: 18+ only, so if you’re a minor, don’t fucking interact. With that said: vaginal sex, oral sex f/r, fingering, talks of wanting children, just... immense fluff mixed with the sex.

✏️ Word-count: 4,572

PART ONE: CHILDREN | >> part two: anna and john >> | >> part three: a bigger table >> | >> part four: warhorse >>

In the silence of the big house, even their hurried steps echo off the walls, lose themselves in the depth of the mansion. Even when Michael’s coat falls to the ground after his hand missed the coathanger, the sound is louder than usual – more like a long, soft sigh than a thud, the pressed wool delicate and still warm from having been worn all day.

His wife’s long, red topcoat follows suit, joins its partner on the waxed hardwood floor of the hall and then it’s the turn of Michael’s hat – the cheap razor blades clink against the parquet.

After that, it’s all short breaths and whimpered words, hungry kisses left on kiss-starved lips. They’re both hungry: they haven’t had a chance of being alone for a while now, both too busy with the business or helping John grow up, teaching him how to talk and walk and run. And live – live like the world is made of shining gold and riverbeds are filled with flowing honey.

“I fucking missed this,” he whispers against her lips as he meets her gaze and finds hers already twinkling with amusement and something else. Something more. Something that runs deep and that scorches like living fire. “Missed you.”

She has no chance to chuckle, for he kisses her again. And it’s pure hunger. It’s pure lust and need and love, the same insistent feeling that brought them to having a baby running around the house on his chubby three-year-old legs and a hat too big on his head. The same baby that’s now sleeping peacefully at Polly’s place after a chaotic dinner with the whole Shelby family as they’re being given the chance to love as foolishly and as recklessly as they always did before getting married.

He makes her walk backwards as he blindly leads her towards the staircase and her hands are desperate and messy in his hair, on his face, on his neck and then down his chest and back up his back when she pulls him closer.

“Missed having you this fucking hungry,” he groans when he picks her up in his arms and she squeals.

She kisses his neck as he walks up the stairs – burning lips against even hotter skin – and then scorching tongue against his kiss-bruised neck. She licks and kisses and suckles, and he does his best not to moan – the maids might be used to overhearing their love-making sessions, but he’s not. He’ll probably never be.

His hand slaps her butt when he reaches the landing. She laughs, he laughs, and it’s a matter of seconds before he puts her back down onto her feet. And a couple of seconds later, they’re both sprinting down the corridor like children, giggling and chuckling, promises of a wild night falling from their lips like solemn pledges.

It’s all downhill from there: she’s in his arms again as soon as the door closes behind her back and a heartbeat later, she’s pressed up against the wooden surface, legs wrapped around his waist as she hastily fumbles with the knot of his tie just as he struggles with her garter belt.

His lips are bruising against her neck. They suck and kiss on her pulse point as he breathes her in. Her scent is home – roses and cigarettes and clean pressed bedsheets and the sugary honey of John’s sweets. It’s a smell he craves during the day when he’s in the office or dealing with more risky business with Thomas or any other of the guys. And it’s also a smell he relishes when he comes back home and he finds her sitting at the table as John draws, a smell he loses himself into when he spoons her at night and buries his face in her hair – breathes her in.

“We won’t go to sleep until sunrise,” and it’s a promise.

God, she looks into his eyes and she knows that’s a promise. There’s a frenzy in them, a frenzy she knows will push her to be louder than she usually allows herself to be. Promises of every kind flash across her husband’s features, tug at his lips until he’s grinning up at her as his hips experimentally thrust against her.

And she moans – low and deep and barely above a whimper, but it’s there and as they look into each other’s eyes, they know they’re just as hungry, just as ready to get drunk on each other.

She moans and he groans, her hands cradling his face and her lips pressing and pushing against his until he parts them and their tongues glide against each other. It’s… good, like a glass of fresh water after a day spent in the sun. They kiss and savour each other like they haven’t done in what feels like forever. And he tastes of strong whiskey and cigarettes and she - of Christmas trees, the gin she’s drunk still pungent on her tongue, still buzzing in her fingertips.

When he moves away from the door, he does so with a grunt, for her hold on him gets tighter and pressed up as she is against him, she feels delicious.

She makes him delirious.

His brain works a mile a minute, his heart - ten.

Everything’s messy – messy lips, messy backwards steps, messy hands under the gown of her dress, pushing her stockings down her legs until the back of his knees bump into the edge of the mattress and he falls backwards.

“Michael!” She squeals and chuckles as she balances herself with her hands on his chest.

His hands move along her thighs and glide over her ass, fingers pressing into the plump flesh as his grin widens, teeth glinting mischievously in the bedroom lights. “Y/N.” He savours her name on his tongue as he stares up at her.

They stay like that for a while, panting lightly, both of them catching their breath with their eyes set onto each other’s. It feels good – this feels good.

Michael Gray loves staring at his wife more than anything else – but never more than watching his boy grow and learn things and explore the world. He wants at least six more of them, six more Johns playing hide-and-seek in the endless rooms of his mansion – or maybe two more Johns and three girls that teach their brothers how to remain anchored to the ground, how to avoid being swept away by the Peaky Blinders’ lifestyle and business.

He looks at her and he sees it all over again – her pregnancy, her slowly-growing belly, her swelling breasts, that absolutely mind-fucking pregnancy glow that had stuck to her for nine months like a second skin. He sees it and he feels it – feels it in his loins, in his breath growing shorter, in his smile widening and losing its wickedness. He feels it in his heart, that very heart that throbs and flutters in his chest as a pinky blush slowly blooms on his cheeks.

And he finds himself craving it again.

He craves it all again – even the morning sickness, even the empty threats thrown his way through a closed door as his wife gave birth to his son. He craves the smell of her, so sweet and delicate and unexplainably heavenly.

She’s undoing the buttons of his shirt when he comes back to his senses, her hands swift and precise as they reach the last one before sliding underneath the cotton and across the flushed skin of his chest. They’re quick at opening his shirt – and her thumbs are even quicker when they swipe on his sides, just below his ribcage.

After that, she bends down and her lips are feathers against the scars on his chest. It’s become a habit by now – she kisses the bumpy skin of the scars left behind by those fucking bullets and everything falls back into place – everything is right. Again.

Everything feels safe. It’s safe to want it again, it’s safe to wish for it – and it will always be, in her arms, in their bedroom, with her skin against his and his against hers. And so his hands move away from her buttcheeks to cradle her face, to pull her closer to him.

She smiles and it’s one of those whispered smiles that make her exhale loudly from her nose and the air fans his lips as she looks down at him. Her eyes are grinning, too, before he kisses her.

“Let’s have another kid.” It’s a murmured prayer against her red-covered lips, against the smudged reddish hue around the corners of her lips, where his lips have pressed before.

“Another kid?” She presses kisses to his jaw, all the way to that sweet spot below his ear that makes his hips thrust up against her when she suckles on it.

“For a start,” he breathes, hands snaking around her neck to blindly undo the clasp of the necklace he’s given her for their first anniversary. His left arm opens, then, hangs from the foot of the bed to let the diamonds fall to the floor, their dead value protected only by the soft sheepskin someone has gifted them on their wedding day.

“‘For a start’ sounds good,” she mutters against his skin, slowly sliding down his body until she’s sitting between his legs, her fingers undoing the button of his black trousers. “Was this your great plan?” she asks, pushing both slacks and underwear down his legs, stopping for a moment only to take off his shoes. And his socks.

And after that, she’s kissing her way up his legs and there are only goosebumps in her lips’ wake – goosebumps that tug at his skin and at his brain, cutting his breath short the closer she gets to him.

He’s hard – he knows he is, he doesn’t need to look down. He’s straining against nothing and the closer she gets, the more insistent the pulling in his loins gets. The whole day has led up to that – from the groggy first minutes they spent in bed that morning; to that free hour in the afternoon they spent cuddled up in the tub, preparing for the family dinner at his mother’s; to the way she had looked in that sparkling grey dress, her smile shining brighter than the diamonds around her neck.

Michael loves Y/N like nothing else and with such an intensity that it hurts. It shatters his heart in the best way possible and it leaves him craving for more – more of her, more of their lazy mornings, even more of the hectic mornings spent in bed with John gurgling and telling unintelligible stories and simply being the rascal child he is.

“Michael?” she hums against the taut skin of his stomach as a cool fingertip traces the underside of his left ball. “Was this your great plan?” she repeats, for she knows he’s already forgotten the question. “Spend the night fucking another baby in me?”

He loves it when she’s like that, when she lets her dirty mouth run free – when she takes off that lady-like mask she wears when she deals with people outside the family.

“Undress for me,” he says instead, stopping her from taking his dick in her hands.

She smirks up at him and she looks so fucking ravishing that his eyes almost roll back into his skull as the muscles in his thighs tense, his toes curl.

“Undress for me.” The words are whispered this time, and pleading – voice soft and imploring as his thumbs caress her burning cheeks.

She mutters something back to him, something his brain doesn’t pick up, before she leaves a kiss on his hip. The second after, her comforting warmth isn’t there anymore. When he opens his eyes, she’s standing in front of him, between his legs, her feet between his on the floor.

“Why don’t you help me?” Her smile is sweet, loving – so fucking loving that Michael feels a sob build up in the back of his throat as he sits up on the bed and his hands reach their place on her hips.

All he wants is to fucking press his face into her belly and breathe her in.

“Turn around,” he says instead, standing up behind her when she faces the bedroom door in front of her.

His breath is hot against her neck and his hands burn even more even through the dress she’s wearing when they come to rest on her abdomen. He leaves them there for a moment as he peppers kisses on the side of her neck, pushing himself closer against her, suckling on her sensitive skin until her head lolls back to rest against his shoulder.

“Let’s have another baby.” He leaves a kiss on the crown of her head before pulling out the pins that keep her hairdo up. They fall to the floor one by one and the sound each one produces sends shivers up her shins. “Let’s give John a baby brother,” and he kisses the back of her neck, “or a baby sister.” It’s only when he’s let her Parisian earrings join the hairpins on the hardwood floor that he whispers in her ear: “Or both.”

It takes him three excruciating minutes to undo all the ties and buttons on the back of her dress. And to let it fall in a heap at her feet. And to slide the straps of her full slip down her shoulders. And to let the garment glide down her body until all she is wearing are briefs, garter belt, shoes, and socks.

He makes her turn around and as she does, he sinks to his knees. Michael Gray doesn’t kneel in front of anybody, but with his wife? Fuck. He’d spend his life on his knees for her – he’d die on his fucking knees for her. His heart aches at the sight of her like that, lips parted, fingers dancing lightly on the skin of her cleavage and then up her neck as she goes to remove the one hairpin he forgot in her hair.

And his hands – his blood-covered hands, so used to numbers and weapons – are soft and light on the skin of her sides and the brushing of his calluses makes goosebumps wash over her as she looks down at him – looks down into his eyes.

Gentleness turns into hunger when his fingers hook underneath the hem of her briefs and garter belt and his head leans forward to leave a chaste kiss on her lower belly as his mind’s already wandering – wandering to when her womb will be round with yet another kid of his, wandering to when he’ll feel his spawn kick from inside her to tell him, daddy, I’m here! I can’t wait to get out and see you!

He can’t wait to welcome his child, either. He can’t wait for the moment he’ll have another mini Gray in his hands to show to John, to teach his firstborn how to be a big brother. He craves it, and there’s something in that image that tugs at his heart and at his eyes and makes tears well up and obfuscates his sight.

He makes quick work of her shoes but he’s slow at taking them off. It’s something he enjoys – undressing his wife. It’s a night-time ritual he’ll never get tired of, something he enjoys more than anything in this godforsaken world. It makes him feel capable of more, makes him feel like there’s a higher meaning to his existence – to her existence – and to existence in and of itself. There’s a meaning so fucking high that his mind can’t comprehend it and so it leaves him with love-filled turmoil inside.

But then, when she’s finally and utterly naked and he’s back on his feet, he hugs her and he holds her tight – and close – so close he swears he can feel her heart beat against his chest. Every part of him brushes against her and every part of her brushes against him – skin, limbs, hair, breath.

She’s so close it physically hurts. But it’s a good hurt, something that makes him feel alive, something that makes him feel lucky to be alive.

He tilts her head back, then, and he looks down at her with a smile brighter than the sun and the moon and all the stars combined. And all he sees on her face is love for him – love for them both together, for what they’ve been capable of doing and for what they want to do again.

The kiss is sweet, almost chaste as they stare into each other’s eyes, breathe against each other’s skin as her hands move up his back and down his biceps until she’s holding onto his wrists, his hands cradling her face and keeping her in place.

“I love you,” she breathes when he lets her go, when she lets him guide her until she’s lying on her back, the soft mattress underneath her and his strong body above her. “I love you so fucking much it hurts.”

He smiles at that – he grins at that. He’s glad she feels the same – the same feeling, that same weird tugging in every single muscle and bone of her body, that same churning sensation deep down in the pit of her stomach as the head of his cock leaks pre-cum in the joint of her thigh and hip.

“I love you too,” he whispers in the valley of her breasts as his kisses drift south, lower and lower until he’s settled between her parted legs.

And she’s beautiful. She’s so fucking beautiful, spread out for him like this, that he has to close his eyes for a moment, even though there’s no stopping that finger from swiping between her folds.

And she’s wet. She’s so wet he can almost feel her on his tongue – he can almost taste her on his tongue even from there. And it’s even better when he replaces his finger with his tongue because she’s there and it’s just so…

Ugh.

Michael doesn’t know how it feels, he can’t label it with a word. He feels like it’s been so long since the last time he’s had this much time to worship her like he should – to be soft and gentle and slow, to drive her as wild as he used to when they still had to get married, when they still had to have John.

She hisses when he licks that first stripe between her slick folds and the scratching of her nails on his scalp is so gentle it’s almost barely there. A second swipe and his name falls from her lips like a prayer, a never-ending litany that raises in volume the more he licks her, two of his fingers slowly pushing into her throbbing pussy – first one, then the second – and they curl gently and when they brush against that sweet spot of hers, she gasps.

She gasps and he groans against her, the sound coming out just as he wraps his lips around her clit, suckling gently on it once. It’s then that her hips buck up and he slides his arms under her thighs, grabbing her hips into a tight hold to keep her still.

His hands – those same hands that have killed and hit and punched – now hold onto her with the utmost gentleness and care as his shoulders – those same shoulders that at times feel like they hold the weight of the world – press into her inner thighs.

He loves this – loves what he can do to her, loves that he can be a different person with her. Gentle and careful and reckless and wild and so loving all at once. He loves the effect he has on her, the sounds she whimpers and moans when he goes down on her like he’s doing now, his fingers slowly fucking her, his tongue and mouth insistent on her burning core.

It builds up slowly – and yet, faster than he thought it would. She pants and wiggles under him, her back arching off of the mattress, her fingers tugging on his hair, making him moan as he presses himself harder into the bed.

And when he opens his eyes and looks up at her, he swears she’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Eyes screwed shut, lips parted, nipples peaked, baby hair sticking to the thin layer of sweat on her forehead – he swears this is a fucking vision, and he finds himself hoping this is what he’ll see the day he dies: his lovely wife spread out for him on their bed, opening up for him the way she always does, clamping down onto his greedy fingers as his mouth tends to her clit.

He wants to stay here forever, wants to lose himself into her, wants to love her like a starved man would – intensely and ardently and all at once, pouring himself into her before it’s too late, before the time for their last farewell comes.

He fucking loves her and he’d like to tell her again, for he’ll always love her. Even on his deathbed. Even on her deathbed. Even during the storm, when everything looks darker than it actually is. He wants to tell her he loves her to America and back – to the Moon and back – and surely even beyond that. He loves her more than he loves his job, more than he loves his life with the Peaky Blinders, even more than he loves horses.

But she’s coming when he’s about to open his mouth and tell her again how fucking much she means to him. She’s coming and she’s moaning and whimpering as the walls of her vagina flutter around his fingers.

Her skin burns against his lips when he kisses his way back up to her face – past her lower belly, past her chest, past her breasts after he kisses each nipple and tears whines from her lips and even past her neck, until he’s finally kissing her lips and she can taste herself in his mouth.

There’s a moan, then, one that builds up in a crescendo and that comes from deep inside her as her tongue swipes against his and it’s a sound – and a feeling – he’s missed. He’s missed it so much that his lungs almost hurt and he finds himself melting in her arms.

Right after that, it’s all a God and Michael and fuck and love against his lips as he takes himself in his hand. His body barely has the strength to balance himself on one forearm as he gently strokes himself once, twice before nudging her clit with the head of his cock.

And just like that, with a long and slow thrust forward, he’s sheathed inside her and his forehead is covered in sweat and he’s fucking panting against the kiss-bruised skin of the crook of her neck. And her hands are in his hair again, fingertips gently massaging his scalp as she pants against the side of his face, his ear, his hair.

“I meant it,” he moans against her skin when her walls hug him tighter and his back tenses. “Another kid.” He’s out of breath – even out of strength as he lies there, his chest pressed heavily against hers as her thighs slide along his until they’re pressing against his hips.

Her lips pepper kisses to every centimetre she can reach without moving her head and he starts doing the same, forcing her to stop. He pecks her neck before the slow kisses turn to suckling, his teeth gently grazing her flushed skin as his hips draw back.

It’s delicious – the friction, the feeling of her all around him, the whine that leaves her lips when he pecks them. It’s heavenly and he feels like a whole new person as her burning warmth scorches all his walls and masks and protections down.

Her “I meant it, too,” is a breath against his lips as her hands press into the flesh of his shoulders, nails lightly scraping his skin. “God, let’s have another one.”

After that, it’s pure desperation. It’s like they can’t have enough of each other as his pace picks up and her ankles cross over his ass, trying to pull him deeper and deeper each time he thrusts into her, the head of his dick nudging that spot inside her that just makes her eyes roll back into her skull as her neck arches and her breasts press harder into him.

“Let’s have ten more,” is the incoherent plea she breathes out as she fails to look at him, her eyelids too heavy to keep her eyes open.

His exhale is almost louder than anything else as he snorts, trying to hold in the chuckle. And he’s kissing her neck and face – cheeks, nose, lips, eyelids; anywhere he can reach, he presses a kiss to her skin.

By God, she drives him insane. There’s no rhythm in his thrusts, no steady strength as he loses his focus and his head falls forward, his forehead pressing against her collarbone. His arms snake and push their way under her waist, hands sliding between her ass and the mattress to pull her a little higher. And it doesn’t make much of a difference, but both of them see stars.

When she comes, her orgasm cuts his breath short and all it takes him to reach his bliss is another couple of strokes of his cock inside her, her vagina clamping down on him.

And he’s gone.

He’s so fucking gone that he forgets his name for a minute or two as he sloppily and automatically thrusts inside her. Back and forth, back and forth – it’s the only action that has meaning as he draws out their highs and gently leads them both off of them.

Neither of them remembers when he’s pulled out, nor that they moved on the bed to cuddle until they’re already in that position, their breathing slowly evening out as she pants against his chest and he draws made-up patterns on her sweaty back.

“Did you mean it?” he manages to ask after a while, when the thrumming of his heart in his chest is not that loud anymore – when he feels himself starting to harden again. “When you said you wanted ten more kids.” It’s a breathless laughter, the one that shakes him and that vibrates in her chest.

She tilts her head against his chest to look up at him and she grins, her eyebrows wiggling before she chuckles, too. “Who knows?”

“You’re insane.”

She’s insane but he loves her nonetheless. And he’d give her twenty more children just to see that radiant grin on her lips that makes even her eyes laugh.

“We should hurry up, then,” he says instead of confessing his thoughts, his right hand moving down her left thigh and then back up again before pushing between her legs. “Make the most of this night of freedom to make sure we’ll have at least one more, huh?”

*cleans sweat from forehead* Was this any good? How was Michael? (Hopefully not that OOC) A penny for your thoughts? :)

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temilyrights · 4 years

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the case of us (chapter ten)

Jack Sloane x Reader

A/N: Is this slightly OOC? Yes. Am I too tired to care? Also, yes. Am I going to regret posting this? Almost certainly but I also don't know how to make it better and people want another update so, here you go. This is the second to last chapter by the way (Can’t believe this is all nearly over!). Although, I've hardly started the next chapter so it will most probably be at least a couple of weeks until I post it. Anyway, as always, feedback is welcome and very much appreciated :)

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Chapter Nine Chapter Eleven

You drag your feet as you head up the steps to Jack’s office. You hadn’t exactly been avoiding her since your conversation yesterday, but you hadn’t put any effort in to go visit her either. It wasn’t obvious, luckily, because you’d been called to a case within an hour of getting into work this morning and hadn’t gotten back to the Navy Yard till gone midday. You were only going to visit her now though because Gibbs had told you to give her a stack of files of possible suspects.

She doesn’t notice you straight away, too absorbed in whatever she was doing on her laptop. You take a moment to take in the scene, a small smile on your face as you admire her. She’s sitting crossed-legged on the couch, laptop resting in her lap and glasses falling down the bridge of her nose, brows furrowed in concentration.

You knock lightly on the door and Jack looks up. Her face lighting up into a bright smile that has your heart thumping in your chest. And god she was so beautiful. You clear your throat. “Gibbs wanted me to bring you these files.” You hold up the stack in your hand and Jack groans.

“Oh, that’s a lot.”

Chuckling, you make your way across her office to place the stack on the coffee table. “Yeah, Petty Officer Malden wasn’t exactly popular. He did not play well with others.” Jack places her laptop next to her on the couch before grabbing the first case file and begins to flick through it. You stand awkwardly, leaning on one of her chairs that sat opposite the couch. This was the first time you’d been alone with her since you’d run out of her office yesterday, and you were doing an awful job of hiding your nerves. She could read you too well, whether that be because of you two being close, or because she was a psychologist or both, you didn’t know. You did know however that if she detected how you were feeling she’d try to push the conversation again, and you couldn’t blame her. You’d snapped at her and then proceeded to be tense and uncomfortable when you’d apologised. She knew something was wrong and was just trying to help but all you wanted to do was forget about it and work through the way your heart ached every time you saw her.

“Of course.” Jack rolls her eyes, dropping the case file, along with her glasses, back onto the table with a smirk. “They never want to make my job easy, do they?”

“Where would the fun be in that?” Jack’s huffs a laugh and you swing on your heels, your heart and brain fighting between staying in or fleeing the room. You decide to listen to your brain for once and signal to her office door. “Anyway, I’ll leave you to it.”

Jack jumps up from the couch as you turn to leave, quickly sliding in front of you and cutting off your exit. “Not so fast.” She smirks, keeping you in place with a hand on your hip. “We never finished our conversation yesterday.”

You roll your eyes, forcing yourself to meet her inquisitive gaze. “I think you’ll find we did.”

“You running from the room-”

“I didn’t run from the room. I had work to do like I do now, so if you’ll excuse me.” Your voice is too defensive, your desperation to flee clear, and Jack’s eyes flash with hurt. You try to step around her, but she just follows, stopping you with a hand against your stomach. Your eyes close at the contact, butterflies coursing through you at the pressure of her warm hands and the softness of her touch. With the hand still resting on your hip, her thumb rubs soothing circles.

“Hey.” Your eyes flutter open at the softness in Jack’s voice. Her hand drops from your stomach but the other doesn’t leave your hip. “Please talk to me.”

“Jack, I told you. I’m fine.” You whine. The concern in her eyes has guilt churning in your stomach. You really didn’t want to hurt her. She couldn’t find out about how upset you are about Izzy and she wouldn’t if she allowed the conversation to drop, but you knew that would take a miracle, especially when she could tell you were hurting. Jack was nothing if not persistent.

She releases a sigh, finally removing her other hand from you as she runs it through her hair, her frustration seeping into her voice. “No, you aren’t, and you haven’t been since you arrived at the office yesterday.”

“I’m fine!”

“What happened Y/N? You went to Amour’s in the morning which means you weren’t only okay, but you were in a good mood. So, you must have received this bad news sometime between ordering your coffee and when I arrived in the bullpen.” You step away from her, feet shifting as your arms wrap around your stomach to protect yourself from her words.

“Don’t profile me, Jack.”

The warning in your voice is clear masking the panic you felt at the idea of her finding out the truth. She doesn’t listen, just continues talking. “Considering you’d already drunk the majority of your coffee and eaten the pastry, I’d say it wasn’t until you got to the office because if it was before then you would have lost your appetite and never touched either.”

“Stop it!” Your hands tighten into fists to hide the fact they were beginning to shake. Eyes leaving hers so she couldn’t see the frustrated tears building behind them.

“And because you haven’t been off with the rest of the team that would lead me to believe this ‘bad news’ of yours has something to do with me.” Hurt seeps into Jack’s voice. “Especially because you couldn’t look me in the eye yesterday and you can’t now either.”

You roll your eyes using every ounce of self-control you had to not run to the other side of the room to escape her piercing stare. You couldn’t let her think she was right. “This has nothing to do with you, Jack. Please just drop it.”

“People stop talking when I enter a room. Something is happening, and I’m sure I can find out whatever it is from someone else, but I’d rather you just told me.” You hate the amount people gossip in this place. Jack was going to find out, there was no way she wouldn’t because even if you didn’t tell her she’d eventually overhear someone talking about it, it was inevitable.

“Well, maybe people stop talking because you’re a psychologist who never knows when to butt the hell out.” You know it’s the wrong thing to say before the words even leave your mouth, but they escape anyway. Jack rears back, scoffing.

“Oh, that’s how you want to play it huh?”

You groan, hand rubbing your face as you shake your head. “No Jack. It isn’t, but you can’t seem to get the message that I don’t want to talk.”

“I’ll go ask Ellie then, or Gibbs or, hell, even the agent down the hall because they all seem to know!” Jack stares at you, lips pressed tightly together as she waits for you to speak. You don’t say anything, just hold her glare until she sighs, stepping back. “Fine.”

She spins around, hair nearly slapping you in the face, and begins to make her way to her office door. Panic and fear surge through you. The tears you’d been holding back spilling out as your breath quickens. The idea of her finding out from someone else somehow a lot worse. “Wait!” Your voice catches and Jack instantly stills. Her face drops when she turns back to see you, any anger fading away when she sees the tears rolling down your cheeks. “Jack.” You beg one last time. “Please, just drop it.”

She comes back to stand in front of you, hand cupping your cheek to wipe away the wetness. You resist the urge to lean into the touch. “What could possibly be so bad to make you close off like this? Do you not trust me?”

“Of course, I trust you.” The idea of not was almost laughable.

“Then talk to me,” Jack begs, tears shining in her own eyes. Her hand drops from your cheek, but she doesn’t step back. “I don’t know if you’ve been off with me because you knew I would be able to tell something was wrong or because whatever happened is to do with me but I can’t help if you don’t tell me what it is.”

“It’s not something I need your help with.” You sniff.

“Then what do you need?”

To not have feelings for you. The words sit on the tip of your tongue, but you don’t say them. You were going to have to tell her, but you couldn’t do it now. It’s selfish but you weren’t ready for the way everything would be different. She’ll pull away from you when she finds out because even if she says it doesn’t change anything, that you can both still be friends, it will. It will because you’ll have to watch the woman you care about fall in love with someone else and pretend it won’t tear you apart. You just needed one more day where she still looked at you with the softness and warmth you were used to. You take a deep breath, blinking away tears. “Can you give me a day? Just to sort my head out. I don’t want you finding out through gossip.” You chuff, bitterness seeping into your tone as you think about yesterday morning. “It’s never fun.”

Jack frowns. “You know that the majority of gossip that goes around this place is widely inaccurate right? I mean the other day I heard a rumour that Jimmy and Gibbs had hooked up in the elevator.”

“What?” Your face scrunches up in disgust as images that have you shuddering flash through your head.

Jack chuckles. “Yep. Apparently, Jimmy looked sweaty when they got off the elevator together-”

You roll your eyes. “Jimmy’s nervous around Gibbs, of course, he was sweaty.”

“Exactly, but with Gibbs’ track record of locking everyone in the elevator at some point well, the rumours took off.”

“Let’s just hope Gibbs never finds out.” Jack hums in agreement. You smirk, tipping your head slightly. “Although, maybe it would stop him from doing it.”

“I doubt it. There have been rumours about him and that elevator before. I think the whole team has apparently hooked up with him at some point including Leon and Me.” Jack smirks and you try very hard not to think about a particular fantasy of shoving Jack against the elevator wall and ravishing her. You duck your head, clearing your throat, missing the way Jack’s eyes flash and she smirks as if knowing where your mind had gone. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard a rumour that’s even close to the truth.”

“Doesn’t mean some of them aren’t. Rumours usually have at least some truth to them.”

Jack frowns. “Is this what this is all about? A rumour?”

Looking back to Jack, you sigh. “It’s not just a rumour.” Jack’s confusion only grows as you squirm slightly. You’d gotten proof that it wasn’t just a rumour.

Last night, when you’d been leaving for work, you’d ended up in the same elevator as Agent Gomez, the source of the gossip. You’d both smiled at each other as you had moved to stand next to the other woman. You could feel her shooting looks at you and you itched to ask her questions about the coffee date she’d witnessed.

“I’m sorry-”

“Did she-” You both cut off, chuckling awkwardly. “Sorry, go ahead.”

“I just wanted to apologise. I didn’t know about you and her, so I didn’t expect the news to take off like that.”

“We’re just friends. There’s never been...She wouldn’t...not like that.” You shrug awkwardly, clearing your throat and avoiding Gomez’s eyes.

She nods, offering a sympathetic smile. “Well, still, I’m sorry.”

Digging your phone out of your pocket you turn to Gomez. “Uh,” You bite your lip, trying to decide if it’s worth the gossip that could spread. You needed to be sure though. “Was this the woman she was with?”

Gomez eyes you before looking at the phone. A picture of Izzy you’d found on her Facebook page staring back at her (you may have done some light stalking earlier to see if you could find anything about the two of them - you hadn’t). Gomez nods, a sad smile on her face when she meets your eyes again. “Yeah, definitely.”

“Yeah, I thought so.” You sigh, putting the phone back into your pocket. “Anyway, I’ll see you around.” You offer a half-smile, exiting the elevator the second the doors start to open, holding back the tears threatening to break free now you’d confirmed your suspicions.

“Look, can we have this conversation later? I promise we’ll have it, but can you just give me some time.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Jack tangles her fingers with yours, rubbing circles into your palm causing your heart to flutter. You were really going to miss this. She taps your temple lightly with her free hand. “Just promise you won’t run away from me.”

“I promise.”

Jack stares at you for another moment, sussing out your serenity and when she’s convinced you’re being truthful, she nods. “Okay.” She drops her hands from you, stepping back and you try not to miss her touch.

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You head to the shooting range straight after work. It was the place you always went to clear your head when you weren’t feeling up to a workout. It helped you to feel in control as you let the rest of the world fade away and focused on nothing but the target in front of you. It felt good to clear your head to not have to think about work or responsibilities and of course, Jack. You could just breathe.

You empty 2 clips into the target. Proud of yourself due to the accuracy of your shots. You hadn’t been to the shooting range in months, so it was nice to see you still had it. You reload the clip. Rolling your shoulders back you take a deep breath. You aim the gun, letting your thoughts fade away as you take the shot.

When you get back into your car it’s with the intention of going home but as you’re driving you think about the last couple of days and without planning it, you’re pulling up outside Jack’s house less than 30 minutes later.

The lights are on, so you know she’s home. It’s just after eight which means it’s not too late for you to turn up at her house unannounced. To be honest, turning up at each other's houses’ unannounced was kind of your speciality.

You turn the engine off and get out of the car. You had to do this and this definitely wasn’t a conversation for the office. As you walk up the pathway to her house you suddenly realise it’s possible Izzy could be there and you almost turn right back around but if she was you’d just go home. Jack wouldn’t want the intrusion anyway so it would be easy to get out of without raising suspicion. Ringing the doorbell, you listen as you hear Jack shuffling around her house. You hold your breath as her footsteps get closer, swallowing roughly when she opens the door with an unsurprised smile.

“I thought I’d see you tonight,” Jack says in a way of greeting. She steps aside allowing you to pass her. You take your jacket off, hanging it on the coat rack and flick off your shoes. When you turn back to face her you finally take in what she's wearing and a smile tugs at your lips.

“Is that my t-shirt?” It’s the one you lent her after the whole nightmare ordeal, you’d honestly forgotten she’d worn it home and the fact she was wearing it now, out of choice and not because you’d blubbered on her shirt, has your heart fluttering.

Jack shrugs, a light blush tingeing her cheeks. “I keep meaning to give it back but it’s really comfortable.”

“Keep it. It looks better on you anyway.” You turn away, already regretting your word choice as your cheeks heat up. You can feel Jack’s smirk as she follows you into her living room. She sits down on the couch, feet crossed underneath her as she stares up at you waiting patiently for you to speak.

You shuffle, contemplating whether to stay standing where you were, a safe distance from Jack and within sight of the door for an easy flee or to take the seat next to her on the couch. “Please sit, you’re making me nervous with the shuffling.” Well, that takes the decision from your hands. You make your way over, taking the seat but making sure to leave more distance than normal between the two of you. Ok, here goes nothing.

“I just want to start by saying that you’re really important to me and to be honest, if I had the choice I’d probably choose not to tell you so that nothing changes because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or awkward around me, but NCIS is like a fucking rumour mill and I don’t want you to find out second-hand because that’s worse and would suck and nobody deserves to find out that way. Not that I’m saying I’m upset that I found out that way because It was really none of my business and if you wanted to tell me you would have but-”

“Y/N, Okay. Breathe.” Jack cuts off your tangent, hand reaching for your knee. Her mouth is hanging open slightly, brows furrowed as she watches you. You take a deep breath. “Okay, you good?”

You nod, swallowing the lump in your throat and look back to Jack. “I know about you and Izzy. Agent Gomez saw you getting coffee together.”

“Ok, let me explain-”

“No, no. It’s fine, you don’t need to. I want you to be happy Jack.” You sigh, looking up to the ceiling as tears fill your eyes. “I just...In the last couple of months, I realised I have these feelings...for you.” Jack’s hand tightens on your knee but you can’t look at her as you continue, instead focusing on your hands as you twiddle with them anxiously. “And that’s totally on me because I should have pulled away or tried to get over them, but I didn’t, because I fell into some delusional fantasy where I thought you liked me back and was actually about to ask you out on a date when I found out about you and Izzy.” You chuckle self-deprecatingly, quickly wiping away a couple of tears that had managed to escape. “So, I got upset and was embarrassed and there you were, being amazing and kind, like always, and it all just got a little overwhelming and I snapped at you and I am really sorry about that.”

“Y/N,” Jack breathes, eyes filled with tears. “Izzy had been flirty with me in San Diego, but that’s just how she is so I didn’t think anything of it. We’d made plans to see each other when we got back to DC but you know how busy work got-”

“Jack, you really don’t need to explain. Actually, I’d prefer it if you didn’t.”

“Just listen.” Jack chastised, and you sigh, leaning back into the couch still unable to look at Jack properly. “We continued texting and eventually made plans for what I thought was just coffee like we used to do.” Jack chuckles sadly. “Turns out it wasn’t. She kissed me. It caught me off guard, but I pulled away.”

The urgency in her last few words has you sneaking a glance at her, your brows furrowed slightly in confusion. Jack’s got a soft smile on her face and she reaches out, grabbing your hand causing your breath to catch. “I’m not dating Izzy, Y/N.” Your head spins as you look at Jack, the words not fully comprehending. “And I don’t want to date her either because there’s this amazing woman I work with who I can’t seem to stop thinking about.”

“Ellie, right?” You choke a laugh, heart thumping in your chest as you wipe at your eyes and try to gain control of your emotions.

“No.” Jack breathes, eyes watery with her own unshed tears. She knew you were joking but she also needed to make sure you heard her. Her fingers absentmindedly fiddled with yours. “It’s you and it’s been you for months.”

You blow out a breath, staring at the women next to you in complete wonder. You reach out, cupping Jack’s cheek and she leans into the touch. “Good to know I’m not actually delusional.”

Jack rolls her eyes but with an affectionate smile lighting up her face. Her eyes fall to your lips and your breath catches. She leans forward as your heart thrashes in your chest. Your mouth opens as you swipe your tongue across your lips in anticipation. Jack’s hovering inches away...

And then your phone rings. Jack chuckles, rolling her eyes as she pulls away. “I swear to whatever gods...” You mutter angrily under your breath, pulling your phone out of your pocket you release a frustrated groan when Tim’s caller ID flashes back at you. You smile apologetically. “Sorry.”

“Hazard of the job.” Jack shrugs.

“If you tell me we have a case I might actually murder you.” Is how you answer the phone. Jack laughs quietly from next to you.

“Sorry, Y/N.” Tim chuckles. “Victim is a friend of SecNav, so Vance wants us all on this. I’ll text you the address.”

“Ok. Thanks, Tim. I’ll be in asap.” You sigh as you say goodbye and hang up the phone. You slump back into the couch, rolling your head around to face Jack. “I really hate this job sometimes.”

Jack chuckles at your pout, tangling your hands back together and squeezing. “And yet, you wouldn’t want to be doing anything else.”

I’d like to be doing you.

“Hey!” Jack reaches over swatting you lightly on the arm. “Mind out of the gutter.” You laugh, unsurprised she knew exactly where your mind had gone.

“I didn’t say anything.” Your innocent expression has Jack rolling her eyes. Your phone pings, the text with the address coming through. You knew you had to go but there wasn’t a single part of you that wanted to move from where you were right now. Jack, if reading your mind, smiles softly.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to the door.” She stands up, pulling you along with her. You only let go of her hand to slip your shoes and coat on. Jack opens the door, leaning against it as you make your way out. “I’ll hopefully see you in the morning.”

“Maybe. Victims a friend of SecNav so I have a feeling it’s going to be an all-nighter.”

Jack’s shoulders slump slightly, she moves forward and wraps her arms around your waist, burying her head into your shoulder. You both stand like that for a moment, enjoying the feeling of holding each other in your arms. It all felt a little surreal, that any moment you were going to wake up and this would all have been a dream.

Jack pulls back enough to look you in the eye. Your breath catches, head-spinning slightly, as she leans forward, her lips placing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth. “To keep you thinking of me,” Jack smirks as she steps away, giving you a playful shove to the shoulder. “Now go, you’ve got a case to solve.”

She winks and your knees go weak, she seriously had no right being this hot. When you don’t move Jack arches a brow, poking her finger into your side and making you squirm as you quickly step back.

“Alright, fine, I’m going.” You make your way down her driveway before turning back to see her still standing in the door. “And you really think I ever stop thinking about you?” You shout.

Jack grins. “I should hope not.” You roll your eyes playfully and Jack laughs. You wave a final goodbye before turning back around and making your way to your car, Jack’s eyes following you the whole way.

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