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harlowhockeystick · 2 days

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9 and 18 with coach!sid please <3

"without ever touching him, how can i be guilty as sin?" & "i can tell when someone wants me" | poetic prompts | warnings: smut (18+ MDNI, i can redo if you don't want smut with these prompts!)

takes place after this fic.

"girl, quit eye fucking and leave some room for the rest of us. i can tell your fantasizing, but i don't blame you."

"i'm not touching him, so how can i be guilty of anything?" y/n co-workers words snap her out of her daze as she teases back. it was the beginning of an emergency staff meeting, the meaning was unknown and it was causing quite the buzz around the gymnasium. teachers, admin, and athletic staff alike were sitting together asking each other what they'd heard, known, or if they were getting fired. there was a heavy level of anxiety sitting in the room amongst them.

"sorry," y/n mumbled and sitting up straight. her friend chuckled beside her. but she couldn't help but stare, it had been a week since their dinner together, and it was all she could think about. she'd had trouble teaching, would zone out when talking to carter, their scandalous encounter was taking over her life.

"what do you think they're gonna talk about?" the other teacher asked sitting next to her, sipping coffee out of her tumbler and scrolling through emails looking for clues. "i think they're gonna talk about staff relationships."

her words made y/n's stomach drop. did it get out? did someone see her car at his house? did carter say something? did carter find out? it's amazing how many questions can run through the brain in just two seconds.

"i heard that the boys tennis coach, thomas, is having an affair with the girls tennis coach. i think one of the players caught them in the athletic offices but they did something to keep the kid quiet." y/n feels her nerves calm down, but not all that much. her eyes met with sidney's and she felt like he was trying to silently tell her something but she couldn't pick up on it. they weren't that connected.

yet.

moments later the superintendent gets on the mic and announces to faculty that in fact, both the girls and boys tennis coach were let go due to their actions. the boys coach resigned, and the girls coach was fired due to threatening the school district since she didn't do anything wrong and she was a single woman.

she felt a ball coil up inside her stomach as the staff were reminded of the policy: relationships among staff must be brought before the board if they occur within the school year. it was a district policy, to keep drama out of the way, and to keep relationships private to the parties benefit. at least, that was the way it was explained.

that meeting was bullshit. sent 10:45 am

y/n's phone pings signaling a text from sidney. she reads it as her students are taking their test. she feels butterflies and anxiety at the same time. her leg bouncing underneath her desk as she plans a reply.

...but what did he mean? was he against the rule, meaning he wanted a relationship? or was it just a waste of time? yes, it was a waste of time.

i know, it could have just been an email. sent 10:48

he never responds, but she gets too busy with other class periods. she gets lost back in time once more, fantasizing about that night. during lunch break spent in her darkened classroom, a bowl of warmed up soup in front of her as she grades papers until the next class comes through.

but she gets lost, in the deep trance of the memory of him. if she thinks really hard she can still feel his tongue sliding against her slick core, she can feel herself coming undone again at the force of his skilled and talented body.

she can feel his calloused but soft hands sliding down her body, grasping at her breasts while he sucks all of the sweet juice that flows out of her. she remembers her back arching off his wooden dinner table while he lapped at her for at least ten minutes straight, before he slid his thick cock inside of her for another ten.

she's taken out of her daydream by the sound of the school bell. she has three minutes to get herself back in order to teach again. she considers assigning today a reading and catch up day...so she can continue to reminisce.

dinner at my place? sent 1:23 pm

hell yes sent 1:24 pm

"you're bad at hiding your feelings, y/n." sidney stated, flipping over the steak on the grill and setting his wine glass down on the granite countertop. y/n sat on the barstool across from him, drinking a cocktail she made herself.

"what's that supposed to mean?" she took a bigger swig of the alcohol this time, holding eye contact with him as he leaned onto the countertop with his hands, making himself appear bigger in front of her. it worked.

"i can tell when someone wants me. half the women in that school want me, but you're the only one who went for it." she feels like a crook who was caught. "i know you act like last week didn't happen, but it's all i've been thinking about." now he's standing just inches from her on his back patio, the smell of grilled steak and vegetables filling her brain and the firm but agonizing touch making her go weak.

"it's all i can think about too." his thumb glides across her cheek, his whiskey colored eyes staring into her soul, what it feels like for hours. he bites his lip and she thinks she's gonna pass out.

"tell me what you thought about, maybe we'll reenact it after dinner. can't have you eating cold steak, can i?"

#GIF??? HOLY SHIT #j's writing #coach!sidney #coach!sid #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby smut #sidney crosby blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl smut #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #hockey smut

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lunaetis · 2 years

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@avaere asked :

Yet another sparring season has come and gone, the harbinger always welcome to battles with a worthy opponent, even more so when it's her steps up against his, racing against one another to prove their worth to themselves.

And yet another scenario where he finds himself in her space, brushing fabric clean of snow, gentle glances sent in the direction of the swordswoman. Like this, she blended so well in with it all. The tall mountains that soared above everyone else, the shimmering show that very much resembled the very gleam in her eyes, the very same he found himself seeking out whenever given the chance. While Tartaglia would normally have sought to nature to rest his weary eyes on, these days they found themselves leaning on Eula more and more, happily so.

With gentle movements, Tartaglia approached Eula, snow crackling beneath his boots as he came to position himself in front of her. Once again he held a gaze for her, admiring her features, a sole hand rising up to the cheek. There, warm fingers would trace across her skin; she was so strong, how was he not supposed to admire her? For every trick he pulled, she was quick to match him.

He liked that. He liked Her.

" You certainly know how to keep me on my toes, Miss Aristocrat. "

Where one would usually find a cold gaze, there was only warm eyes, Tartaglia's thumb caressing the top of her cheekbone, the male struck in awe over her ( much like he had been before, only this time, he had allowed himself to feel if she felt it, too, the way ones face would light up after these intense moments ). Maybe he was ahead of himself, or maybe he was out of place. Yet, there was a part of him that Had to, an intense urge, a silly need to lean in... not close enough for their faces to meet, no, only close enough for their breath to meet in the cold weather. Again he'd let his thumb grace her cheek, eyes resting on her face.

" I just can't keep my eyes off you. "

unprompted. || always accepting

─「エウルア」─ “ i’m worried about you, eula. ”

the words uttered in concern were replayed within the knight captain’s mind after a SPARRING SESSION with one of her favorite opponents. the snow being kicked up as they got caught in their own rhythm of dance no one else could keep up with. they had proved to themselves time and time again how no one could capture each other’s attention the way the other had done. and when her claymore crossed with his hydro blades and polearm, NOTHING reflected within her vision other than him. it was a dance belonging to none but them, their SECRET, their bonding moment, their little world away from others.

the sentence itself was said by the outrider during her last visit to the headquarter of ordo favonius to deliver her REPORT of the current situation of the abyss order and their plans. the words did gain her attention, causing the LAWRENCE HEIR to turn her head with a quizzical look towards the one she would call a true friend. dual-colored hues met with golden orbs and found how they were filled with genuine worry.

“ i heard you got involved with a certain harbinger lately. ”

this time, the words caused her to stiffen, as subtle as that reflex could be. the cryo knight immediately placed her report upon the acting grandmaster’s desk, but the other took a step closer to her, voice laced with concern still.

“ if something happened, you’d tell me, right ? we’re friends. i’m here for you, eula. ”

at this point, the KNIGHT CAPTAIN turned around as she was met with her best friend’s expression of unease. the way the archer had her hands laced together as though she was holding back from saying what was entirely on her mind made eula thin her lips. she understood where the other was coming from, yet, all that left her lips was; “ you have nothing to worry about. ”

“ you can’t trust them, eula. they’re harbingers ! they must be plotting something — ”

her back was now facing the OUTRIDER, and pair of dual-colored orbs looked over her shoulder. there was a certain sharpness in her gaze, as sharp as the words that she uttered back to the other through gritted teeth and clenched hands. her gaze was of heartbreak.

“ i beg of you, amber, please stop. ”

please don’t speak of him that way. not him.

the lawrence heir snapped back to reality at the sound of the crunching snow, and she found her eyes lifting upwards to meet the brilliant blue hues of the 11th harbinger whom had his gloved palm resting to her cheek. his skin, despite partially covered by the leather glove was warm, a kind of WARMTH she had found herself yearning for in the middle of freezing weather surrounding them. the cold had never bothered her as it was her very element, however, when it comes to him —

she couldn’t help bringing her own hand to place over his own, and press his palm closer to her skin as she nuzzled into his touch longingly. this warmth, this person ...

she wanted it ... she wanted him.

“ i just can't keep my eyes off you. ”

“ then don’t. ” her voice was barely above a whisper, like a plead, like a secret, uttered only for his ears, only for him to hear, and only for them to know. her eyes were kept upon him, like himself, she couldn’t possibly keep her eyes off of him now that he stood before her like this. was this considered a moment of weakness ? only one moment allowed for the two of them to be honest about this rising emotion they both felt within. the way her eyes would light up in sparks when they met his own, or the warmth bubbling inside of her chest when his skin made contact with hers.

they were only a single breath apart, yet both of them knew if the small gap were to be broken, there was no TURNING BACK for them. his breath felt heated against her own, caressing ever so softly over her sensitive skin that was exposed to the cold. her lips trembled when they parted, but no words left her throat as eyes remained in contact and breath mingled into one.

if this smallest of distance were to be gone ... only if ... they’d have reached the point of no return. so they couldn’t, right ? between them — whatever it was between them, it had to stay that way.

“ don’t look. ” that was all that left her lips. long lashes draped over her eyes, blackening her own vision before the distance was GONE.

she knew there was no turning back from the start.

so if the consequences of it all were to come crashing down on her like the WEIGHT OF THE WORLD, then —

— then a kiss was worth it.

he was worth it.

#avaere #.answered #.[ eula.lawrence ]#.[ you are the only person who has ever been able to find me: tartaglia & eula ]#[ oKAY REAL TALK #when i started writing this response tbh i really #really thought THAT would be all it was #that exchange of breath & gaze #& the distance between them will REMAIN just like that #bc eula --- no bc BOTH of them know that if they were to breach the gap #then there's no turning back #but by the time i reach the VERY END of it #despite KNOWING the consequences of it all --- eula refused to let it linger like that #not when he took the initiative to lean in #not when for once he allows their feelings to be ' witnessed ' & seen #she felt it was like a SILENT QUESTION of him ' testing ' to see if she felt it too #& it's that kind of moment where it's NOW OR NEVER #& that's her answer #if it's now or never then she'll grasp it #bc if she doesn't do it now it might NEVER happen again or maybe it will #but it's something she doesn't want to risk #she'd risk with others but when it comes to him #FOR ONCE #she wants to take that leap of faith & i'm #I'M JUST SO EMOTIONAL OVER THEM I'M NOT OKAY AVEN HALP ME ]#.long post

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andersonlore · 4 months

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❝ SUB!ABBY ❞ ✶ ABBY ANDERSON !

♱

★⠀warning y disclaimers — eighteen+, fem!reader, wlw sex, poc!friendly, sub!abby, cheating (on owen), dirty talk, abby gets fucked!, strap on (abby!r), hair pulling.

“you have to be quiet, baby. not unless you want owen to hear? okay?” your hands run over the fat of her butt, guiding her as she rides your strap, the cocked wedged deep within her, nearly causing her to see stars. “hmmm, you know maybe it isn’t such a bad idea for him to hear you.”

you never would have pegged her to be the type for pierced nipples, silver barbell with steel balls accentuating the sensitive bud, a reddish hue due to all your teasing. the small tattoo by her pretty pussy nearly sending you into a downward spiral. all of it combined had you crumbling to your knees, desperate to make her come.

it’s why you’d eaten her out the first time you’d ever been alone with her, the second time you fingered her in a dirty frat bathroom with the sight of sweet cunt as her slick drenched your hand, soaking you in her a nectar you thought would only visit you in your dreams. now, eros gifted you with her another time and you had prepared for this. strap tucked safely in your pants because abby would be here. owen was stupid enough to let her be around you, alone. now, the next time he couldn’t make her cum, she’d think of you.

your cock would never leave her mind, you wouldn’t let it.

abby took a look in the mirror again; the one you demanded to fuck in front it. the tension she held in her shoulders was evident when you suggested it but the beefcake in front of you just needs a little coaxing and you’d happily provide it for her — just like you always did.

“you like riding my cock? you look so beautiful, most gorgeous girl in the world.” your loving words make abby clench our your girth, bouncing on your cock. “tell me baby. c’mon. wanna hear how much you like it.”

abby just nods hoping it’s enough but it’s not.

you smack her ass harshly causing abby to whimper as buck her hips, causing a small bounce and the friction on your clit from the harness is delicious. baby, blue eyes are so wide but she knows better than to stop her pace. as a peace offering she goes faster before she’s attempting to speak.

she can’t voice it, not really. she’s scared of how much she loves it, how every time with owen, or any other man, never felt like this. you don’t pressure anymore, not when there’s only pure concentration laced on her face, furrowed blonde eyebrows as she bounces on your cock. soft, muscular thighs trembling intensely.

“how….how do you make me feel this good?” abby questions as she leans forward, resting her sweaty forehead against yours. you take it as in opportunity to hammer into her. planting your feet, before meeting her thrusts and you feel her back twitch as she whimpers pathetically in your ear, her breathing heavy as she takes it.

the eight inch pink dildo with the thick girth is double what she’s used to, maybe more, and it doesn’t help your filling every inch of her.

in a tight grip, you tug on her braid causing abby to lose it.

“oh, did you like when i pull on your braid, pretty girl?” abby whines when you pull harder, her clit throbbing, the pit in her stomach beginning to fill. she’s bucking her hips like a whole animal, meeting your powerful thrusts, neither of you hear the heavy footsteps approaching.

“yeah, please don’t stop. i’m almost there. fuck, i-i’m going to cum.” the moment she does its a dream come true for you. owen opens the door but abby is too fucked out, caught up in the wave of the earth shattering orgasm she’s riding, her body twitching as she whimpers into your neck.

he looks like he could kill you and if he does, it may be worth it but you decide now is the time to test your luck. the lame excuse of a man always parades abby in your face just because he knows how you feel for her. now you’re going to make him pay for it.

he’s stands there silently with rage as you smack her ass, looking him straight in the eyes as you do so. desperately, abby moans your name as you start to fuck her again. she sits up, but she’s still angled in a way she can’t see owen who looks like he can’t fucking move watching his girlfriend get fucked by the friend he was told to never worry about.

“c’mon angel, bounce on my cock, again. wanna see you squirt for me.” this time abby’s pace is brutal, her beefy body losing control as you make her drunk on your dick. “now tell me what i wanna hear. you know what to say, angel.”

“yeah? want me to say it?” you nod as her weight drops on you every few seconds, nearly causing you to cum in the process.

“you fuck me better than anyone, baby.” owen angrily stomps away causing abby to turn anxiously, realizing whose been behind her this entire time. the look of horror written all over her face, but then you flip her over, pushing her against the furry gray rug.

“thank you for being such a good girl. now, let me fuck my sweet girl’s brains out, yeah?”

#sub!abby rights!#gotta love a good voyerisum #taking a dip in the comphet abby pool #abby anderson #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x fem!reader #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x masc reader #abby anderson smut #abby anderson x you #abby anderson tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby x reader #sub!abby anderson #sub abby anderson

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slayfics · 7 months

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You fall asleep on Katsuki.

You got onto the bus excited to get off of your feet. Your class had just finished an off-campus training exercise and was now heading back to UA. The training which required sparing with your classmates left you exhausted.

You were the last to climb onto the bus, as you had sustained some nasty injuries after the training. You moved slowly up the bus steps feeling your body scream at you. Scanning the seats left over, there didn't appear to be many options left.

Of course one of the open and closest seats left was the one next to Katsuki. Whatever, you thought, and made your way over to sit next to him.

It wasn't that you disliked him the way the rest of the class did, but he was the sparring partner who had left you in such bad shape today. It would have been nice to get some space from him.

The bus started up and began to move. Luckily Katsuki wasn't much of a talker. He stared silently out the window making it easy to ignore him. You felt your whole body sink into the seat, your muscles thanking you for relaxing. You leaned your head back against the seat.

"You good?" You heard Katsuki ask next to you.

"I'm fine," you replied. Although in actuality your whole left side felt like it was on fire. Katsuki had landed a direct hit on you, an exceptionally strong blast from just a short distance away.

"Thought you were gonna dodge that last hit dumb ass, I wouldn't have used such a strong blast," he grumbled still looking out the window.

"I said I'm fine," you responded back shortly. Your eyes were beginning to get heavy and you just wanted to nap.

"Yeah whatever," he said and fell back into silence.

You let the hum of the bus and the rocking moments of the road lull you to sleep. The bus went over a bump large enough to throw off your balance from leaning back against the seat, but not large enough to wake you up. As a result, you landed resting your head on Katsuki's shoulder.

Katsuki jumped silently surprised and looked down to see you were knocked out and hadn't leaned on him on purpose. "Ugh-" he grunted in annoyance but looked back out the window deciding not to disturb you.

Mina sitting in front of you guys had not stopped talking to Ochaco since she sat down. She turned around in her seat to ask you a question, when she noticed you knocked out and resting on Katsuki.

"Awe how cute!" She exclaimed.

"Shut the hell up! I'm only allowing it because I beat them down pretty hard today," Katsuki barked at Mina.

"Mhm~ ok Bakugo," she giggled and turned back around.

"Tch-," Katsuki grumbled and looked back out the window.

Katsuki yelling at Mina had disturbed you enough to become slightly aware of what was going on, but not enough to shake you fully awake. You became aware of the sensation that you were lying on Katsuki's shoulder and realized you must have fallen over when you fell asleep.

You were surprised he didn't kick you out of the seat the second you fell over and leaned on him. You decided to play off being sleepy and wrapped your arm around his and dragged it down bringing his shoulder into a more comfortable position for you to rest on.

"Hu?," Katsuki turned to look at you nuzzling up to him. "You're really testing your luck, you know that? If you drool on me I'm kicking your ass off this seat," He barked.

Ah- there it is, you thought laughing internally.

Katsuki leaned his head back against the seat, and you allowed yourself to fall back into a deep slumber.

After some time the bus finally arrived back at UA. Students began to get off and once again Mina turned around to look at you both.

"Ah! Uraraka look!" She exclaimed, pointing to you two.

Katsuki had fallen asleep as well but instead of his intent on keeping his head rested back against the seat, the bus movements caused him to lean into you. His head now rested on top of yours.

Mina quickly took out her phone and snapped a picture, alerting Katsuki to wake up.

"The hell?" He blinked hard and noticed the camera in his face. "The fuck are you doing raccoon eyes?? Give me that damn phone I'm going to explode it to hell!" He yelled.

"Do what you want but it's already on my story," Mina teased, sticking out her tongue and pulling down her eyelid.

"We better go!" Ochaco said, nervously pulling Mina off the bus.

Katsuki’s moment and yelling had shaken you awake. It took you a second to come back to consciousness and realize the situation. You pulled your phone from your pocket to check the time and realized a notification of being tagged in a photo from Mina.

You curiously opened the notification and were greeted with the sight of a picture of you and Katsuki passed out asleep leaning on each other. Your face instantly flushed.

Katsuki looked down at the picture on your phone, "Those damn extras need to learn how to mind their business," He spoke, irritation laced in every word.

You nodded not knowing how else to respond. The truth was you loved this picture, and you knew you would stare at it until it disappeared from Mina's story. That was until a moment later when Mina sent you a text with the picture and a message that read "You're welcome ;)".

"Come on let's get off this damn bus," He said motioning for you to get out so he could too.

You got up and made your way off the bus, Katsuki trailing right behind you.

"Alright let's go, I'll walk you to Recovery Girl she'll have some burn ointment that will help with that," Katsuki said, eyeing your left arm that he hit with a strong explosion.

"Awe, it's cute how much you care Bakugo," You teased him.

"Shut the hell up! I just know if I don't take you you'll be too stubborn to go on your own. I know how much of a wimp you are with anything remotely doctor related," He laughed trying to retort back but you could see through his ruse.

Katsuki wasn't the type of person to vocalize how he felt, ever. Instead, he showed it with actions, and even then he would try to disguise it as if it was a bother to him. Like it was something he couldn't stand doing. However, you knew better, it was too easy to tell that Katsuki just struggled with these types of things.

Whether it was how he was raised or something he experienced in his past, affection, and kindness didn't come naturally to him so he showed it in unique ways that the average person might miss. You wondered how many people weren't able to see past his temper and understand him. It made you sad to think about how many people he might have accidentally pushed away. And you wondered, how many people didn't take the time to understand?

"Thank you Bakugo, I appreciate it," You said, smiling at your classmate.

“Yeah yeah, don't think too much into it or whatever," He said as he began to walk towards Recovery Girl's station.

Thank you for reading! I smiled a lot when writing this one hehe~

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clockwayswrites · 3 months

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Not So Imaginary

Parts 1-3 Parts 4-6Parts 7-8 WC: 1177

“I brought you some more books to read,” Jason said as he entered the room.

After Danny had shown that they were clearly a person (a kid at that) and answered a few questions, they had been moved to an actual room on the Watchtower. Jason was pretty sure part of it was how he refused to leave the cell until Danny was moved, but he didn’t really care as long as it got his friend safe.

Danny looked up with a grin. They were pretty solid today, sitting cross-leg on the bed with feet and everything.

“You’re back,” the artificial voice spoke out from the tablet like device in Danny’s hands. It was a version of something called a SGD, Bruce had said, and was used by people who had trouble with verbal sounds. They didn’t know if Danny would always need it or if they’re vocal cords would come back as they continued to solidify.

“I am. B said I could stay a whole three hours today too as long as I ate a snack while I was here,” Jason said, holding up one of the bags he had.

Three hours still wasn’t a lot, but it was better than the one it had been the rest of the week. It took a lot of begging, but B finally agreed that Jason was well enough for a test to see how it went. Danny was still draining life force from Jason, and only Jason, which made certain Leaguers nervous about letting the two of them close. Jason had done everything he could to let it happen: he’d begged and argued, he’d eating everything Alfie wanted him to, he rested whenever Bruce wanted him too which was all the time, and he even agreed to stay benched for as long as it took.

That last one had really helped convince Bruce and Dick that Jason wouldn’t back down from helping his friend.

“Good. I am happy. What do you have?”

“You liked the Hardy Boys, right? I have a few more of those and I found you some science mags you might like,” Jason said as he flopped onto the bed next to Danny. He could feel the odd tingle travel up his arm as he leaned into Danny.

“Thank you,” Danny said with a wide smile. The tone of the electronic voice didn’t match the brightness of that smile, but it was alright. Jason could also feel how happy Danny was.

“You’re doing okay?”

“Yes.” There was a long pause as Danny found the right words. They were pretty quick already with preset phrases, but odder things still took longer than regular talking would. “WW took me to observation deck. We watched stars. She told me stories of stars from her home.”

“Yeah?” Jason asked, trying to keep his voice from hitching around the word. He couldn’t bug Danny with that yet. “You like her? Wonder Woman?”

“Yes.” The reply was quick, but Danny was watching Jason with furrowed brows. They pushed a sense of question through their bond.

“I’m fine. Just thinking through some shit,” Jason said with a wave of his hand. “But Wonder Woman is really cool. She’s my favorite too.”

Danny set the tablet aside so that they could run their fingers through Jason’s hair. It felt odd, what with not all of the fingers always being all of the way solid, but a good sort of odd. It seems Jason couldn’t just Danny’s concern aside.

“I’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?”

Danny let out what for anyone else would have been a sigh and gave a little nod. They shorted through the bag of books Jason had brought and found a Hardy Boy’s to hand over to Jason.

“What me to read to you?” Jason waited for the nod. Apparently it was really important to let Danny choose things right then, or so the adults said. “Okay, move over a bit, yeah? You’re hogging all the bed.”

Danny placed their hand to their chest, face screwing up in an affronted expression. It didn’t work though when Jason could feel the amusement through their bond.

“Yeah yeah, I’m a brute, now shove over,” Jason said with a laugh. He worked his way up until he was lounging against the head of the bed.

Danny didn’t move.

“You’re a brat,” Jason accused.

Danny gave a silent laugh, humor bumbling up in their bond, before they flopped over right onto Jason’s chest. Jason let a huff of a sigh, but ran his fingers through Danny’s hair like he knew they liked before he opened the book to start read about another adventure of the Hardy Boys.

It was easier to feel the drain like this, when they were so close to each other and touching. Jason had tried to avoid spelling that out too much to Bruce. He got that his dad was just worried, but he was afraid if B knew he’d tried to keep Danny away.

As it was Bruce was trying to send Danny away.

Jason brushed the thought aside, focusing on doing his best to give the characters good voices for Danny. At least it was a distraction from all the rest of Jason’s thoughts. Two chapters later the stopped to ask, “Want a break or do you want another chapter?”

Danny rolled over and off Jason’s chest to flop onto the pillow next to him and Jason froze. His shock must have been clear because Danny scrambled up off the bed until they were floating above Jason.

“No! It’s a good thing. Just… you’re getting some of your color back,” Jason explained. He should really stop staring. He should take Danny to a mirror to see or something, but it was just that… Danny was beautiful right then. He found himself reaching up to brush his finger tips of the bright freckles that were scattered across Danny’s cheeks and nose like a galaxy of stars.

Bright teal eyes blinked back at him.

Jason cleared his throat. “Right, sorry, let’s go let you look.”

Danny floated to the side, landing on their feet as Jason stood, and followed behind behind to the small attached bathroom. Jason guided Danny in front of the mirror. White was spreading into their hair now.

For a moment Jason was worried that Danny was frozen in shock, then the other leaned in close to the mirror, touching the surface before bringing their hand up to their own face. Suddenly Danny was moving, spinning weightlessly around Jason as they gave a soundless whoop.

“I know,” Jason said with a grin of his own. “Look at you! You’re really coming together now! I knew you could do it. I knew that you could come back.”

Slowly, Danny drifted back down so that the tips of their toes brushed against the floor. They rested their forehead against Jason’s.

He didn’t need words to understand what Danny was trying to say.

“Don’t have to thank me, stardust. I’ll always come for you just like you’ll always come for me.”

--- AN: Oh ho, is Jason starting to realize he has a crush? And what isn't he telling Danny? Hopefully this part is good, the weather is giving me such a migraine/making me super dizzy so my eyes are crossing some! (Yes, I'm resting, on the couch with a cat!)

I really should have made an update post for this... this supposed ficlet just keeps going! 7K now! Aaaah well. Anywho, stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #dead on main #not so imaginary

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luciathcv · 2 months

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positive - jjk

summary: you take a test in which the results will completely change your life || warnings: idk reader is pregnant? || genre: fluff, established relationship, pregnancy au || word count: approximately 1100

I sat on the couch, trying my best to be patient and just wait for Jungkook to get home since he was bound to be any minute now. I was stressing and worried because, there was a chance that I could be pregnant.

I’m startled when I hear the sound of the front door unlocking. I glance over at the electronic intercom system on the wall and see Jungkook on the screen of it, opening the door and walking inside. I then look over and see the hallway light turn on.

I get up from the couch and walk down the hall, wanting to get there before my boyfriend took his shoes off. When I got to the end of the hall, I’d gotten there just in time as he was about to start untying his shoelaces.

“Jungkook.” I say and he looks up at me, giving me a small smile.

“Hey, princess.” He greets me.

“Can we go to the store?” I ask.

“Uh, okay. Come on.” Jungkook says without questioning anything at first. He stands up and we walk out of the apartment, going down the elevator and heading to the parking garage.

We get in the car and Jungkook starts it up, backing out of the parking spot. “So, what do you need, princess? Did you finally get your period? Do you need tampons/pads?” He asks as he starts to drive out of the parking garage.

“Well,” I think for a moment, “it’s kind of the opposite. I still haven’t gotten my period and I just, felt like I should get a pregnancy test just to make sure because usually my periods are never a week late.” I tell him.

He takes in what I said for a moment before nodding, “Okay, then let’s go to CVS and get a pregnancy test.” Jungkook says. I look at him, trying to analyze how he was feeling but I honestly couldn't tell.

Jungkook pulled into a parking spot and shut the car off. He unbuckled his seatbelt and I did the same as we got out of the car. We walked into the store and I made my way to the aisle that had the pregnancy tests, plan b, and all of that stuff.

I look at the pregnancy tests and pick out one, getting two of them just to be sure. Jungkook and I go to the counter to pay and I awkwardly hand the tests to the cashier. I mean, we're grown, there was no reason for me to be embarrassed but I was. Jungkook pulls out his card and pays for them.

"Good luck." The cashier says as she hands Jungkook the small bag with the two tests and the receipt.

He just gives her a small smile as he puts his hand on the small of my back and leads me away and out of the store. He opens my car door for me and I get inside, buckling my seatbelt before he hands me the small bag and shuts the door, going to the drivers seat.

At first, it's silent as Jungkook starts driving us home but eventually, he breaks the silence. "You know that no matter the result, I'll be here for you." He reassures me.

"I know." I say, nodding.

"I just, if you were pregnant, it's not like we couldn't support the baby. Well, if you wanted to keep the baby. That's your choice, I'm just.. I'm just saying." Jungkook tells me.

"I would.. I would want to keep the baby, if I was pregnant." I shyly respond.

"Oh," is Jungkook's only response. "I would like that." He tells me before connecting his hand with mine that rested in my lap, intertwining our fingers together as he handled the wheel with his other hand.

Truth be told, we were both kind of getting ahead of ourselves. I mean, I hadn't even taken the test yet, it's not like it was definite that I was pregnant. I guess we both kind of had a feeling that, that was the case though but neither of us would say that.

When we arrived at home, I walked over to the bathroom, the small bag in my hand. Jungkook stood in front of me, a little nervous but it wasn't obvious, as he leaned down and kissed me. I kissed him back for a few moments before we both pulled away and I made my way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.

After I'd peed on the sticks, I'd put them on counter and set a timer on my phone for three minutes. I didn't know this but Jungkook was sat with his back against the door, anxiously waiting for me.

Those three minutes were the longest three minutes of my life but finally, the timer went off and the results were ready. Jungkook had gotten up off of the floor and stood outside, ready to hear the results. I sighed as I stopped the timer and anxiously checked the tests.

Positive. Both tests were positive. I was pregnant. I was actually pregnant.

"You okay, baby?" I heard Jungkook ask from outside the door.

I grabbed the tests and walked over to the door, opening it. Jungkook looked into my eyes and without even having to look down, he could tell what the results were just from the way I looked up at him. He looked down anyway, just to make sure that his answer was right, and well, the tests confirmed his thoughts.

I burst into tears, I didn't know why. It was frankly just overwhelming. All of it. Jungkook immediately took the tests from my hand, putting it on the counter again before he engulfed me into a hug. Moments later, Jungkook was also crying. We stayed like that for a while.

Jungkook ended up calming down before me but once I did, Jungkook pulled away a little, still holding me as he comfortingly patted my head.

"How do you feel?" Jungkook asked, just wanting to be there for me.

"Anxious but excited but just.. scared. I'm scared." I tell him.

"I know, princess. I'm scared too." Jungkook tells me. "But it'll be okay, right? We'll work through this, all of this, together." He says and I can't help but smile.

"You're going to be a dad." I softly say.

He smiles back at me, "And you're going to be a mom." He says before leaning down and giving a long and loving kiss on the lips. Although he was scared, he was ready to go through this journey with you and to be there for you. And, well, your future child.

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silver or red

summary: it wasn’t just ferrari who had to pick one.

warnings: cheating | suggestive tones

pairing: lewis hamilton x fem!reader | carlos sainz x fem!reader

genre: self sabotage | two lovers

notes: oh boy am I excited for this!!

words: 1.1k

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LIGHTS OUT AND AWAY WE GO

“Hey baby..” Lewis says with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you towards his chest, a sleepy- yet hot grin on his face.

“Morning Lew..” You say with a smile, letting him pull you in close.

Lewis let’s out a little chuckle and sigh, “Is it bad of me to say I don’t want the season to start?” He says, cuddling close into you.

You let out a hum, gliding your hands down his back, simply just feeling his skin. “No..not really..I think that’s normal” You say softly, “But I know you want to get back to racing..”

“Oh do I..” He chuckles, he wraps his arms tight around you, holding you tight, “I do, but right now, I would rather spend the day in this bed with you”

“I know Lew..I feel the same..” You say with a hesitant smile, he didn’t need to know now. It could wait. “But testing starts in a few days..”

“Is there not a way it could just.. wait?” Lewis asks jokingly, smiling and kissing you, “Testing will be there when we’re both rested”

“Hmm..that’s not very Lewis like..” You say with a chuckle, starting to detangle yourself from him. “It’ll be different this season- especially with your move to Ferrari..”

“But you’ll be there right?” He chuckles, as you dislodge yourself from him, “It will be different, but you’ll be there to make it the best.. or worst..I dunno..”

You take in a breath, this conversation felt weird, it felt off, it didn’t feel right. “Are you regretting your decision?” You ask, trying to push away from the subject of you being there with him.

A moment passes, Lewis thinks about the question and he’s silent for a beat, “I’m worried about it.. It’s a huge change for me, and I was comfortable with Mercedes but.. I just feel like it’s time for me to move on, to do something else, to push myself”

“That’s all that matters Lew..as long as you’re happy with the decision..” You say, throwing on a robe. “And hey..red looks good on you” You add on with a grin, not only thinking of him in red- but Carlos too.

He chuckles with a smile, a cheeky wink, “Yeah I suppose it does.. and I’m sure it’ll suit you as well when you’re visiting me” He teases, stretching out as he watches you slip into the robe.

You let out a soft sigh, a nervous smile on your lips, “Of course..”

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You walk into the Sakhir paddock with Lewis at your side, “How are you feeling?” You ask, lacing your fingers together.

“I’m feeling ready I think, a little nervous, a little excited” Lewis smiles, “How are you feeling?” He asks as you lace your fingers and he interlocks his fingers with you.

“I’m okay..” You say with a small smile, “I’ve missed seeing you race to be honest..let’s just hope this car is better than last years, yeah?”

“It’s supposed to be better, at least that’s what the numbers say, but that is still a long way from the real thing” Lewis smiles as you walk.

“I’ll need you in the garage this season, I want you there as a good luck charm, you know that right?”

“Yeah of course Lew..” You say with a smile, a sense of unease settling in the pit of your stomach.

“Good.” Lewis squeezes your hand, taking you back to the pits and the garage as you walk in. “Are you feeling ok? You seem off..” He asks, you notice his tone slightly change.

“Yeah I’m okay- I just need to uhm, make a quick phone call..” You reply with a small smile, pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek and wandering off to a secluded spot, dialing an all too familiar number into your phone.

“Y/n..what do you want amor?” The Spaniard says, his voice sending shivers down your spine, something you had experienced with Lewis.

“I just- I needed to talk to you Carlos…needed to hear your voice” You mumble out, nervously glancing around, making sure no one could see or hear you.

“Hmm..are you missing me?” Carlos asks in that low, deep voice of his, his tone almost making you feel weak at the knees, your knees buckling slightly, “I’m sure you’re missing me”

“Carlos..” You mumble out, “I don’t know how I’m supposed to go through another season of this..”

“You could have both of us amor..but I don’t fancy Lewis like that..” Carlos replies with a chuckle, “Just sneak out to meet me later after free practice..”

“Alright I will..what should I tell Lewis?” You say, needing to wrap up the conversation.

“Lie, I don’t care what lie you tell him, just make sure you get out there to see me..” Carlos says, a voice as smooth as velvet, like honey.

“Okay..” You mutter out before hanging up the phone. You stuff your phone back into your purse, wandering off to go find Lewis.

You spot Lewis who is stood by the garage, leaning against the wall. He looks up as you approach. “Everything alright love?” He asks, a smile on his face still, you know deep down he knew something was wrong.

“Yeah- sorry about that baby..just some work things..” You say with a smile, lacing your fingers together. Maybe you could balance it out with having both of them..you didn’t need to make the choice yet.

“I know that face, you can’t lie to me love” Lewis chuckles, leaning in to kiss you softly, “So what was it? And don’t say work stuff”

“Lew I promise it’s nothing baby..I wouldn’t want to spoil the surprise, now would I?” You say with a chuckle, pulling him closer towards you by his hand.

“Ok, but if you’re hiding something from me..you had better explain afterwards” He smiles, pulling you in closer to his body, “I don’t need any surprises..at least not bad ones..”

“Don’t worry your pretty little head off, just focus on racing right now..” You say with a reassuring smile, pressing a quick peck to his lips then pulling away.

Right now, having both was for the best.

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Bigger Than The Whole Sky | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: WE’LL GET BACK TO FLUFF SOON. is it a promise? yeah probably. sad stuff will be put on hold after this, we’re getting back to our regularly schedule good dad and husband after this chapter lol

warnings: MINORS DNI. Miscarriage, descriptions of medical treatment, medical inaccuracies, descriptions of medical abortions, depression, cussing, loss of a pregnancy. Simon knows how periods work because he is a good husband.

summary: It’s hard to get over something like this, it’s hard to feel like this. Loss is difficult.

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“You are going through a miscarriage.”

It was like the world had collapsed into the void, a ringing in his ears as he felt your hand squeeze his. He squeezed back, looking to you but you only looked at the doctor. She moved her medical mask up her nose a little before she continued. “Since you weren’t too far along, it’s possible to pass the fetus on your own. We also have a medication that would help it go faster. If neither work after a couple weeks, we will have to do...”

Simon tuned out then, watching your face underneath a medical mask. He knew you would be biting your lip to try to stop the tears, but it was pointless - the mask was wet with the tears you had been crying for hours. His heart kept squeezing, tugging, and tearing. He’s never felt this pain before, and he had no idea how to make it fucking stop. You nodded to the doctor, hand squeezing his, making him tune back into the conversation.

“Mr. Riley, do you have any questions?”

He turned to look at the emergency room doctor, her clipboard held by her hip. He glanced back to you before looking at the doctor again. “What do I need to do to help her?”

It was apparent that the doctor was not used to the question, eyebrows twitched before she spoke, “Make sure she doesn’t strain herself, she needs to stay hydrated and fed. This is a lot for a woman, especially since this was her second baby.”

Was.

What a silly word, what a joke, he thought. That ‘was’ could have been my child.

She cleared her throat. “As soon as she passes the fetus, she will need to take a pregnancy test three weeks later to confirm that she is no longer pregnant. If it says that she still is, come back immediately.” She looked to his wife. “It’s imperative that if you feel you are in more pain than before that you come in immediately. Life-saving treatment earlier on in a failed home abortion can and will save your life.”

Simon’s other hand clenched his leg, out of sight. He pressed the balls of his feet into the floor, trying to stop himself from standing and leaving. He so desperately wanted to run out of here, disappear into the alleyway and scream his lungs out.

You nodded to the doctor, she left with a quiet condolence before the air in the room grew silent.

He couldn’t let go. He wouldn’t dare be the man his father wanted him to be, a horrible husband and father - just like him. He forced himself to sit there, to take the pain and stop himself from running like he normally would have.

Like he did when he learned about Winnie.

He didn’t let himself think on it for much more than that, seeing you distraught and in pain right now was hurting him more than losing what would have been his son. He was sure he’d feel the loss later, but he’d rather have his wife alive than a baby he hasn’t even met. He held your hand with care, moving it to his lips and pressing a small kiss to the shaking skin.

He had carried you back out to his SUV when you had been discharged, lulling your head against his chest as the medicine was making you tired. You were wrapped up in the blanket you had left with, your blood still on it and you needed new clothes to wear when you got home.

He didn’t turn on the radio when he began to drive home. He sat with one hand on the steering wheel, the other settled in between your hands. You kept his hand close to your chest as you gazed out the window.

He’s never done this before, never imagined that he would have to - especially with you. The wonderful wife that loved every shitty part of him, the person who woke him from nightmares that plagued his wicked mind. The light in the darkness, holding his treasures in your arms. He’s fixed things for you before like your grandmother’s necklace you wore all the time, the squeaky floorboard in the kitchen and repairing the water heater - all without real annoyance, only playful grumbles and a smile that you loved to kiss. He’s held you when you’ve cried about missing home, missing your brothers, kissed your tears when the postpartum depression got to be too much. There was no way he knew what to do to even ease your emotional and mental pain, but he desperately wanted to. He’d claw his way through Hell to make this easier for you.

He let out a breath, glancing over to you before saying, “I’m sorry.”

You didn’t even budge, small breaths escaping your lips. He glanced to the road, seeing that he was fine for just a second, before he moved forward to look at your face. Your eyes were closed, head leaned to the side of the headrest and his hand trapped in your clutches.

He let out a huff through his nose, looking back at the road and squeezed the steering wheel. “I’m sorry.” The words stay in the air, directed to no one. He let out a quiet, humorless laugh as he said, “Fuckin’ Hell.”

The lights were on in the house when he carried you inside, he could hear the TV going but he had no desire to investigate. He closed the door behind him with a kick of his foot, hand on the back of your head as your face was settled in his neck. His other arm kept both of your legs on the side of one of his hips, you were still crying. You had woken up in the car earlier, you hadn’t even stopped crying in your sleep. It made his chest tear in half.

“Simon.”

He looked to his right, seeing Price standing in the front room, little Mellie asleep in his arms.

Simon felt tears claw at his eyes, he kept his gaze with his friend. “Can you take the kids for a couple of nights?”

Price immediately nodded. “Yeah.” He nodded towards Simon’s wife. “Is she okay?”

Simon didn’t even look down at you, he shook his head. “Not now.”

He walked up the stairs then, letting Price go back to wherever he came from to get his goddaughter. Simon was careful when he entered the bedroom, he moved towards the bathroom so he could wash you up. He noticed that the blood on the floor was now gone, a towel sat on the side of the bathtub. He quickly sat you down on the side of the bathtub, keeping a hand on you as he turned the water on.

“I’m sorry.”

His eyes flickered to yours, red and full of tears. His hand rested on your cheek.

“No need to be sorry.” He wiped tears away with his thumb. “We’ll get through this, okay?”

“It was a boy.” Was all you managed, tears streaming down your face. “Our boy.“

Both of his hands rested on your cheeks, making you look into his eyes. “I would rather have my wife than a son. I don’t care if Mellie is my last kid, because I would still have you. Don’t ever apologize for something you can’t control.”

Your face immediately went to his neck, arms around it as loud sobs erupted from your lips. He held you close to him, pressing his lips to your hair.

The hard part was helping you bathe, you sat catatonic in the warm water. The tears had stopped minutes ago, he was now draining the tub of the pink water, helping you into a towel. Gently wiping off the water from your body, moving to grab some of your clothes from the bedroom before returning. He was quick to grab a pad from underneath the cabinet, he wasn’t unfamiliar to them since you had to keep using them when he had gotten home months ago because of Mellie. He put it in your underwear then kneeled in front of you. He guided your hand to rest on his shoulder, helping you step into them. He pulled them up, then helped you into a pair of his old sweatpants - tying them at your waist. He stood, pulling one of his old band shirts over your head and tugging it on.

He pressed a kiss to your forehead before bending down and picking you up into his arms, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. He let you cry into his chest, laying down on your bed and letting you curl into his chest. His arms around you, caging you into him as he tried his best to hold back his own tears.

“We’ll be okay.” He spoke into the room, right beside your ear. “You’ll be okay.”

“I want my baby.” Those four words stabbed his chest, ripping open muscle and exposing his rib cage to the biting wind of emotional agony. His hand buried into your scalp, pressing your head to his chest.

He pressed his lips to your head. “I know.”

The hands that gripped his shirt let go, now resting your palms against his chest. “No. I want my daughter, I want Winnie.”

Your husband was only gone a few minutes before he brought back his sleepy daughter, settling her right next to you. Your arms immediately went around the five year old, pressing kisses to her little face. She didn’t even grovel about it, just basking in the love of her mom.

“Be good for Uncle Price.” Your voice was surprisingly steady, the girl opened her eyes and crinkled her nose.

“I wanna stay home.”

Your hand gently pet down her messy curls. “I know, but you know when we had to sit down on the sidewalk after you skinned your knee on your bike?”

The girl nodded.

“And that I told you that you take the time to feel better and not to be scared of your bike. I told you that you didn’t have to ride your bike again, because you were scared to. Because you were hurt.”

“Yeah,” The girl whispered, hands going to rest on your arm.

“And you got on your bike the next day, even though you were scared but you had that time to feel better, and you felt safe again. I’m gonna do that.” You placed a kiss on her forehead, pushing a lock of dirty blonde hair from her face. “I just need some time to feel better, that’s why you’re going with your uncles.”

“Is Daddy going with me?”

You shook your head. “No, baby. He’s taking care of me.”

Her nose crinkled again. “Is Melsie coming?”

You nodded. “Mellie’s going with you.”

Winnie chirped, a smile on her face. “Can I eat ice cream when I go?”

You chuckled, nodding. “Yes. Tell Uncle Price that Mama said so.”

“Love you, Mama.” Your daughter moved forwards, wrapping her arms around your neck. You kissed her again, whispering your love into her ear before Simon pulled Winnie up and away. His five year old looked at his face with eyes that matched his own, her little hands settled on his shoulders. Her little eyebrows were furrowed, the look of a question on her face.

“Go on.” He encouraged, knowing that she would probably pester Price so much that he’d go into retirement.

“I want a brother.” The little one declared, her brown eyebrows furrowed. She reminded him of you. “Mama said I’m gettin’ a brother.”

One hand went from holding her to brushing her hair down, a frown on his face. “Not yet, my little love. He’s not ready.”

Winnie hummed before moving her arms around her father’s neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He glanced down at you, seeing your eyes on him.

“Maybe we’re not ready too.” He spoke. If it was someone outside looking in, it would’ve seemed like he was saying it to Winnie - but he was saying it to you. His eyes didn’t leave yours for a moment more, he then walked towards the door and down the stairs, leaving you alone in the massive bed.

Ibuprofen would help now, but you had no energy to ask Simon. Your fingers gripped the sheets, you curled into yourself in the middle of the bed. You needed to tell Winnie why she was going away, that you weren’t abandoning her. The girl already felt abandoned by her father, you could see it through the way she waits at the front door for him. The way she always checks to see if his car is in the garage, the way she leaves a little bit of water in her cup in case he comes home and is thirsty, even though he’s on deployment. Your hand hovered over your stomach before pressing onto it, pain radiating through your lower back and legs.

You had to come to terms that it wasn’t time yet. It wasn’t time for a little boy with Simon’s spray of freckles, a little boy with a smile like yours. It wasn’t time for a baby again, you figured.

Then why did it still hurt? Why did it drive a red hot spear into your chest, cracking open your ribs? Why did claws rip apart your lungs so you couldn’t breathe?

A large hand settled on your side, large legs settling just behind yours. His arm snuck underneath your chest, pulling your back into his front. The tears started again, red hot against skin you felt was cold. Your arms clutched onto Simon’s, his lips pressed a chaste kiss to your hair.

“It’s not your fault.”

“I know.” You whispered, still not sure if you believed him. “I know.”

“Baby…”

“Simon.” Your voice cracked, hands squeezing his large arm tighter. “Please. I can’t hear it anymore.”

You wouldn’t be able to see it, you couldn’t turn to face him, but his own tears fell down onto the pillowcase. Small tears, barely there in comparison to yours.

“I love you.” His words were steady, even if his heart felt like it was crashing and burning. You were ready for this one, he would’ve been after a while. He wanted what you wanted, and his heart twisted and contorted into painful positions when he knew it was being ripped away from you. “I love you.” He pressed another kiss to your skin, he then rested his forehead on your clothed shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

You let out a humorless chuckle. “I’m at fault here.”

“No, you’re not.”

“The baby was perfect at the appointment. I got sick and didn’t care for myself, so he-“

“Stop it.”

“It’s my fault, Simon.“

“These things happen, without rhyme or reason.” He pulled you just a little closer. “You’re a wonderful mother. If the baby’s not ready, it’s not ready. It’s simple. It will never be your fault.”

“But-“

“No. I’m not going to sit here and listen to you degrade yourself for something you can’t control. I can’t do it.”

“It hurts.”

He pulled the blanket farther up your bodies, up to your chin while he gently lifted his arm from your lower stomach. “That better?”

You pressed his arm into your stomach, curling your back into his chest again. You closed your eyes, trying to let go. Trying to let go of the chain you were holding in your open chest, trying to pull the weight at the end of it back up. Your hands kept slipping, the chain falling further and further into your chamber of despair. It wasn’t long before you had fallen asleep, dreamless and in pain.

Simon didn’t sleep.

He held you close to him, keeping your hair from your face. He memorized how your nose curved, the way your jaw defined your face, and how peaceful you were when you were asleep.

He felt his own pain, losing a child was not an easy feat. Simon felt acid-like tears in his soul, but Ghost had pressed his hand into them to make them hurt.

Simon would never have a son. He was grateful that he would never be like his father, beating his boys until he got bored. He was grateful that his girls were strong, loved; that their mother would never be hurt by his hand. He was grateful he would never have to fake his love for his girls.

Simon Riley was grateful he wasn’t going to have a son, so he didn’t have to stare a carbon copy of himself in the face and pretend that he loved him.

hi, i wrote this entire thing like weeks ago and the last paragraph almost made me vomit cause i was so upset

also, we’re getting a flashback for them because fluff and because i want to. i want to show how happy they were >:(

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𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘 𝑖𝑡.

PAIRING: rafe cameron x gn!reader WARNINGS: rude customer, fighting & strong language GENRE: angst to fluff SONG INSPIRATION: wash by bon iver WORD COUNT: 756

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today was certainly not your day.

starting it off by being late for work was of course not ideal, silently hating your boss for making you come in so early after opening.

the catching up wasn't even the worst part of it since you were used to rush hour, but having a new hire fumbling every five minutes didn't really help your patience.

so on top of being late, doing the usual morning rush, having to practically retrain your co-worker everything. your boss decides to be a dick and rush you on your lunch break, not being able to eat half of your sandwich then you were back at it again.

right now you were on your last straw. trying to keep up with some stuck up kooks long ass coffee order.

the sigh of relief you let out after finishing it almost wiped you out, taking so much of your time and concentration. you turned around putting on your best fake smile.

"tiffany!" you announced, eyes scanning the room landing on the short blonde whose nails were aggressively tapping against her phone screen.

"oh that's me!" she giggled as she wobbled forward in her tall heels, grabbing the drink off of the counter and taking a sip of it.

"oh my god who made this is disgusting! this isn't what i asked for."

"excuse me ma'am that was me and i made it exactly how you ordered it." you spoke to her, clenching your teeth praying to the gods that she wouldn't test you.

"hm no it isn't, you wanna try?" she said whilst taking off the lid off the drink to then throw the contents inside in your face, going to leave after doing that.

leaving you stood there in the middle of the jammed shop, everyone silent and looking at you.

you just laughed, tongue pressed to your cheek, tilting your head back as you ripped your apron off, running out of the shop after her.

tiffany clearly didn't hear the hurried footsteps behind her, but she definitely felt you turning and pushing her to the ground. her phone breaking against the concrete.

you dropped to your knees, straddling her hips getting a few punches in. her crying grew louder when you stopped and got off of her.

"i don't give a fuck who you are. respect your retail workers!" you pointed down at her then ran off to your car trying to ignore the fact that everyone had been staring at you.

tears welled up in your eyes as you banged on the door of your boyfriends house, hoping that he'd be in.

you heard the muffled talking getting closer and louder to the door before it opened. revealing an angry rafe on the phone, seeing you made it turn into worry, him ending the call grabbing your hands helping you into his home.

"sweetheart, what happened?" he questioned, but you just fell into his embrace, sobbing so hard against the material of his shirt.

even with you being a sticky mess, he wrapped his arms around you bringing you even closer to him not caring about his clothes, only you.

"shh it's alright, you're okay. i'm here."

after a little while of him holding you rafe brought you to the bathroom, your crying now subsided. he convinced you to stay the night with him as he ran you a bath.

helping you strip yourself of your clothing, holding your hand helping you into the water. leaving you so it could soak off the majority of the dry splotches.

"you wanna tell me what went down, love?" his words soft as he sat himself beside you on the floor of the bathroom.

"i... i don't even know. it all happened so quickly..." you told him everything about your day from the beginning to now. he grabbed a soft sponge and soap, gently grasping one of your arms getting to work on making them clean as he listened.

"so...it sounds like she deserved it." you laughed at that, feeling an invisible weight be lifted off of your shoulders.

"i guess so."

he then moved onto washing your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp making you physically melt into him.

for the rest of your bath you laughed and joked, talking about everything you were gonna do after you were out of the bathroom. almost forgetting what happened.

you were so glad that you had someone as amazing as rafe, knowing that you never had to struggle as long as he was around.

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vintagemulti · 4 months

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shards and splinters

parings: marc spector x reader , steven grant x reader

desc: apparently what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. now you’ve died and returned alive, perhaps it’s time to test that theory; or risk losing your life once and for all.

warnings: blood, angst, swearing, fighting, guns and gun violence, death descriptions, long as fuck, sex mentions i guess(? if you squint), hurt/comfort, gory i guess (jake🤷🏻‍♀️) writers note: idk how accurate these are bc i’ve been writing this on and off for years but cover all bases i guess xx

a/n: psa to pls reblog anyway she’s BAAAAAACKKK did you miss me ?? i missed youse … if there’s even a moonknight fandom anymore 🫣 i’m so sorry for the 2 years gone from the face of tumblr, i’ve quite honestly had two years from hell and insane writers block so. can anyone even remember this series?? idk maybe you should all reread the first parts 👀👀 anyways. there’ll be one more part to this (will it come this year? next? 2026? who knows…) bc i HATED my original ending and just had to change it. also sorry if this feels rushed or like it jumps around a lot, it’s been written over YEARS, but i’ve tried my best for continuity. also, i know there’s a lot missing in like fight scenes but they are BORING and i hate writing em so i’m not doing it. tried, got half way thru then didn’t touch this for 7 months so.. it’s no fight scene or no part at all. but my last part is pretty much done so hopefully it’ll be posted soon! ill let youse savour this for a while tho lol. on a real note thank you all SO much for all the love, even two years later. it means the world. all my love, all the time x

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the air felt different now. it was funny; you and marc had been apart hundreds, if not thousands of times, but he had never felt your absence. not like this. no, never like this. it was different now because he knew he could look for you everywhere and you would still be in that room, not breathing, not living.

he could see it all so clearly now. all of what? all of it. everything; life, your life, his life, where everything went wrong, what he should have done, should have said, how he could have saved you.

there was nothing you could have done, marc.

“that’s easy for you to say.” he mumbled, looking down at his hands. “you’re not the one who was halfway through a fucking argument when harrow took her. and if you can remember, harrow took her because of me.”

steven sighed, and went quiet.

“i should’ve died on that fucking alter.”

marc said it over and over, like a prayer, to go back in time and pull the trigger. he was fuck knows where, it looked like the middle of the desert but marc didn’t care enough to question it.

he had walked out of that pyramid and kept on walking - for hours. the hot egyptian sun had began to set, casting a rosy hue on everything. the humidity make marc’s head ache.

steven had gone silent - a small hum of anger in the back of marc’s head. it usually would have surprised marc, for steven to be the angry one. but he wasn’t sure he would never feel surprised again.

are you going to wallow here forever?

marc looked up, low sun glinting in his eyes, making him squint. but he could tell exactly who it was - crescent staff in his peripheral.

“fuck off.”

khonshu laughed. that’s one way to talk to a god.

“fuck off.” he repeated.

and why should i, mortal? why should i listen to you?

“you did this.” it was stiff, cold, a definite statement. “you did this to us.”

khonshu groaned, moving to block the sun from marc’s eyes so he could see him properly. aren’t you going to question how i am here?

“no.”

perhaps you should.

marc could never cope with khonshu’s riddles. they had always infuriated him - never getting a straight answer. but this one, he could tolerate.

“fuck does that mean?” he was looking directly into khonshu’s eyes now - something he had readily avoided for years. “and don’t give me any of your goddamn riddles.”

if you must be so blunt, it would seem like osiris has taken a liking to your poor lady wife. hathor isn’t half fond of her, either. maybe you ought to go back to the pyramid, something tells me your needed.

and he was gone. disappeared with a gust of wind, leaving marc alone in the saharan sunset, shaking and still covered in his wife’s blood.

she’s alive?

“i-” marc looked around. “i don’t-”

his eyes slipped into the back of his head.

steven took a deep breath, swallowing hard. he set off in a run - towards the pyramid.

“this feels so fucking weird.”

you were pressed flat against the wall, peeking around every few seconds to make sure one of harrow’s followers wasn’t coming your way.

i must admit, it’s been a while since i’ve had an avatar.

you let out a breathy laugh. was that your first ever laugh since being revived? you supposed it must be. oh, you wished it was one of steven’s jokes you were laughing at instead.

you didn’t think you’d ever find one of his jokes unfunny again.

“where is he?”

it’s hard to tell. i can’t check, unless i’d like ammit to spot me.

humming, you looked around the corner once again, breath hitching when you saw a shadow come closer.

what made your breath stop completely, however, was the slow, melodic tapping of a cane, following every footstep the person took.

harrow was less than two feet away from you.

swallowing hard, you pushed yourself against the wall even harder, back cold against the concrete. you hoped - prayed with your newfound faith in osiris and his mercy - that harrow would turn back the other way, not hearing your thumping heart.

but your luck had ran out for this lifetime.

the tapping of the cane became louder, until you could see the tip of it in your peripheral, crunching glass finally becoming audible. he was about to come around the corner, and see you. you would be impossible to miss, even the bright red of your new outfit making you stand out.

it seemed like it was impossible to escape harrow, and the tapping of his cane. he had killed you once, what would stop him from doing it again?

apparently, a guardian angel. someone spoke, making harrow turn to look behind him.

this was your chance - to slip away and turn the opposite corner, escape harrow in your new life as you couldn’t in your last.

his voice made you flinch. cool, charming, low. like a snake - exactly like a snake, now you thought about it. the way he slid through life, from the bar all those years ago, to now, awakening a centuries old god, aiming to destroy the world.

you could slither away too, though.

still holding your breath, you sidestepped along the wall, making sure to watch your step over any lose stones, until the wall fell away behind you and led you into another corridor.

as soon as the light from the hall had faded, you let out your breath, hands coming to your forehead and rubbing your eyes.

we have to keep moving. ammit is almost ready to begin.

nodding - although it felt like your brain was rattling around your skull - you looked back up and saw hathor, still looking as beautiful as ever.

this hallway was much dimmer than the last. colder, too. it was like all the light had been blocked, the only thing keeping your vision was the small, fading candles lining the walls every meter or so.

perhaps it was your natural instinct, or a new given sense as an avatar, but you could tell - something wasn’t right. something in the air had shifted, on top of the hot, sticky, egyptian heat, there was something sinister.

your years as a mercenary had taught you to recognise something - blood in the air. and there was certainly blood in the air around you.

“what is harrow’s plan?”

he wants to judge people. through ammit, he believes he can rid the world of everyone bad, even if they aren’t already bad.

“so he’s playing god?” the corridor seemed to go on forever.

he would never admit it, but yes. and ammit is the perfect enabler for him, she’ll know exactly what he’s up to, but because he can give her her power back, she’ll play along.

you scoffed lightly. “harrow isn’t stupid either. he’ll know what she thinks.”

hathor shrugged, a few paces in front of you. only time will tell, my dear.

for a few minutes, the walk along the corridor was silent. the tap of your shoes echoed down the hall, breeze from your passing flickering the candles on the wall.

why did you marry him?

it stopped you in your tracks, hathor stopping too.

“what?”

marc. why did you marry him?

you stuttered for a moment, looking around as if someone would come and help you.

i don’t mean it in a rude way. i’m the goddess of love, it’s natural for me to want to know.

“well,” you paused for a moment and began walking again, slower this time. “we were young when we met, i was coming up for 18 and he was 19.”

and?

“and i knew what i had done to him.” you swallowed. “i felt fucking awful, i thought, maybe if i get to know the guy, and he’s not as much of an ass as everyone makes him out to be, it’ll make it easier for me to forgive myself.”

the corridor kept on, as if it were never ending.

“as you can tell, it didn’t work.”

he wasn’t as much of an asshole as everyone thought?

“no, he was,” you gave a dry smile. “it just so happened that assholes are my type, and i think he worked it out pretty quickly. so after only about two months of knowing each other, he asked me on a date. a real date. it was my first ever date too, god knows anton never took me out. but god, he was such a gentleman.

he picked me up, gave me flowers, wore a fucking tie. and he payed for everything, too. dinner at a four star restaurant, a movie, then out to a bar for drinks.

i knew i had fucked up when he kissed me that night.”

you regret it?

“not for a day. and that’s my mistake- i mean, i was supposed to hate him. i told myself i would hate him. so i wouldn’t feel bad about telling someone to kill him. i didn’t even know how he got out alive- he didn’t tell me about the khonshu shit until after we got married.

oh, our wedding,” you smiled again, a real one. “it was perfect. i was twenty one, marc was twenty three. we were so young. it was a small wedding, just some friends, neither of us invited our family. it was the best night of my life.

it was the night i met steven, too. i think the stress of the day must have triggered it. and that was it- there was marc, and there was steven.”

didn’t it take a while to get used to?

the corridor began to open up, getting slightly wider by the meter. still - there was no end to it in sight.

“it did and it didn’t. i knew for a while there was something happening to him, he would disappear, look confused all the time. i knew it was a matter of time until something changed. and then came steven, perfect steven.

he changed so much- it was like dating all over again. he was even more perfect than marc, stupid english accent included. but, naturally, abuthing that’s perfect must come to an end.”

hathor sighed. and it gave you the impression, just for a moment, that she already knew the whole story. that she was humouring you by letting you tell it. her sigh, sad and resigned, almost confirmed that she knew what was coming.

“the-” you stopped. your voice had broken, and your feet no longer moved. hathor continued for a few paces before looking back at you.

i understand, but if there’s any time you need to tell this, it’s now.

“you know?” you voiced your suspicions.

take into account which god i am, my dear. there is no one else i could chose, but you.

you swallowed. “what’s the point of talking about it if you already know?”

you have been born again. revived. would you like to carry this, this horrible vendetta against someone who has done nothing but love you, for the rest of your new life?

“no.”

then voice it. i can take this pain from you, if you only ask me too. i can help you.

you bit your tongue, looking down at your feet and kicking around a few of the loose rocks. hathor waited.

“the baby was supposed to be born just after my twenty-third birthday.”

a beat. hathor didn’t reply.

“but he didn’t live past twelve weeks.”

you looked back up at hathor, anxious for a reply. she didn’t give you one, only nodding.

“i don’t- i don’t know what i did. i was waiting until i could get a scan, tell marc, have it done properly, you know? but when i went to my appointment, i knew. she didn’t say anything, she just looked. then she left, got the doctor to come in.

he said that the baby had died, that they weren’t sure of the cause, but it was a boy. that my baby boy had died.”

tears threatened your eyes. never - never - had you spoken about this before. not even with marc.

“i went home, with a hatred in my heart. the next few days were the worst. i was grieving a child no one knew i even had. the blood was horrible, it hurt so badly. i told marc i was on my period. fuck, for all he knew i was.

and then my baby was gone. and i hated marc.”

why did you hate him?

you shrugged. “i have no idea. i needed someone to blame and marc was the easiest. that’s when it all went downhill, you know? i wanted him to be there for me, for something he didn’t even know happened. and when he wasn’t, i blew up at him. and he blew up at me.

and that was it, for three years. this horrible hatred towards each other, me hating marc for something he knew nothing about, and marc hating me for every other reason.

he hated me the most for making him stay a mercenary. he wanted out, he wanted a normal life in the suburbs with a dog and a big house and maybe, one day, a child.

but i can’t have that. i don’t want that kind of normal - not when i was so close to it and lost it. so i pushed him into this world. i made him take jobs and work himself to death, even when i found out about khonshu. i made him do it.

and that’s why we’re here. because i told him to follow khonshu here. and now look what i’ve done.”

hathor took two, wide steps towards you, and cradled your face in her hands.

you have done nothing that makes you inhumane. none of this mess is you fault. khonshu would have gotten marc here one way or another. anyone in your shoes would be the same.

her hands were warm. you felt a tear fall, running underneath her fingers. “but i’ve been so horrible. i’m a monster - if not for this, for everything else.”

hathor shook her head. you are a human being.

there was silence as you cried and hathor wiped your tears. at least two minutes passed - but it didn’t matter to you. harrow could come running around the corner and you wouldn’t bat an eyelash.

hathor took a deep breath, looking to her left along the corridor. she opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, another figure appeared.

is now a bad time, human?

you flinched at the rough edge in khonshu’s voice. “what do you want?”

what do i want? there’s a long list.

even through your tears, your patience thinned. “seriously?”

hathor took her hands from your face, turning to look at khonshu. enough of your riddles. just tell her.

the unmistakable sound of footsteps, running, drew your attention. they were getting closer.

i don’t think i have to say a word, actually.

just as khonshu had finished, a figure appeared, coming around the twists and turns of the corridor.

your heart stopped.

marc looked around in a daze, eyes falling first on khonshu, then on hathor, then…

“y/n!”

just as he had stopped running, he started again, coming towards you like a lion out of his cage, wrapping his arms around you and lifting you off of your feet.

“oh baby,” he mumbled into your neck.

you had just reached - wrapping your arms around him in equal tightness, hands flying into his hair. oh, god. his hair - his curls, his skin - you’d never take it for granted again.

he pulled back, hands on your cheeks in a mirror image to hathor. his eyes locked into yours, brown irises melting into his pupils, filling with tears.

marc stuttered, trying to get several sentences out at once, before you hushed him.

“please, marc, we don’t have much time. harrow is gonna-”

“i know,” he nodded, eyes still not breaking from yours. “i know- baby, i know. please- please, just give me a minute. i never- i thought i’d never- oh, baby.”

he leaned in, moving his hands out of the way to rest his forehead against yours. he was hot - sticky with sweat and dirt and, although you didnt want to think about it, your blood.

“i know,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “marc, i know.”

barely having finished your sentence, he leaned in and kissed you.

it was like the first kiss all over again, and you supposed it was. hot, needy, passionate, desperate. you could live in this moment.

but the unmistakable sound of khonshu clearing his throat broke your kiss.

if you wouldn’t mind, harrow is about to release ammit. i’m sure your couples catch-up can wait another hour.

“yeah,” you nodded, breaking away, but marc was far more hesitant to let go.

“i can’t-” he looked around, paranoid. “i can’t do this, y/n. i just lost you, i can’t run the risk of losing you again, i’ve never- y/n, i can’t let you go, you’re everything to me, and if harrow- oh god, what did harrow do to you? i swear to god, the minute i see him, i’m gonna-”

he blinked. a beat.

“paranoid git never did know when to be quiet, did he?”

“oh, steven,” you threw your arms around him again. “fucking hell.”

steven, unlike marc, seemed far more willing to let you go. “love, i know, but if we don’t go now, we’re all gonna end up dead. please, we can do this all after, yeah?”

he took your hands in his, stilling your shaking fingers. he was so warm - always so warm.

“okay,” you nodded, looking between him and the gods beside you. “okay.”

you had severely underestimated how far harrow was willing to go. it had been what felt like hours, an unrelenting fight. you weren’t even sure when layla showed up, hoping to help you in any way she could.

but her attempts were futile; ammit was huge. really - huge, bigger than the pyramid behind her. khonshu had, as usual, gotten involved too, so that meant he was the same size, almost trampling you with every step he took.

you had tried. really, you had. you’d tried to use your new found avatar abilities to at least land something on harrow, but truth be told, you were failing. he’d hit you far more times that you’d even aimed for him, you were covered in cuts and rapidly forming bruises, you were sure your shoulder was dislocated.

but worst of all? your head wasn’t right. you weren’t sure what was wrong with it - it seemed fine every time you focused on identifying the issue, but every time you weren’t paying attention, it was there again. dizzy, a ringing in your eyes, everything a second or two behind; your vision lagging and cloudy. but just as you’d notice it, it was gone.

it was getting worse, too. you could see marc out of the corner of your eye; he was one to one with harrow. it would have made you anxious if you could properly focus on what was going on. but you couldn’t - your thought were scattered, a ringing back tenfold in your ears, the world had gone distant and hazy.

the doctors told you it was a concussion the next morning. layla had actually came in very handy, able to translate the man’s arabic into english for you.

he had told you that you’d sustained a massive head injury - you figured it would have been investigated, if you hadn’t been one of the people there last night.

‘there’ was all people could talk about. first the sky had gone backwards (you’d missed that part, thanks to being dead), then, out of nowhere, two ancient egyptian gods had appeared, destroying all the buildings in their wake, pyramids too.

it wasn’t that you couldn’t remember it. you could - it was clear in every aspect. it just didn’t feel like you’d been there at all. even the build up to it, every moment from when you’d stepped out of that pyramid, hand in hand with steven, hot air hitting your face;

it wasn’t you.

well, obviously it was you. but it wasn’t the same you. everything felt different, you didn’t have the same emotions you did before. the same key ones, yes, like how you felt about marc, and steven, and who you are as a person, but basic thing, like fear, and compassion? it was gone.

you’d have voiced this to a doctor if you could put ‘i died and got brought back to like by an ancient god, but not the same one who destroyed half of your city last night, sorry about that, by the way’ into layman’s terms.

trauma induced dissociation was enough of a label for you. it fit - everything just felt a little hazy, was all. not that you’d asked your doctor, a google search (excluding the resurrection part) had taken you to pages and pages about dissociation and how it’s normal to feel it after a traumatic event. you were pretty sure dying was a traumatic event.

and yes, you could bring it up to your doctor, he was payed to help you, after all. but there was a strange gnawing in the back of your head: that if you voiced this feeling, it would only get worse, and the happy ending you and your husband currently had would be shred in two because you couldn’t feel properly.

so instead, you listened to his professional diagnosis; a severe concussion, fractured rib, dislocated shoulder, several cosmetic wounds, and mental trauma that would be discovered at a later point, if you ever got around to voicing it to a doctor.

what a lovely shopping list, you thought.

it was three days before they let you out, and marc wasn’t getting out for another two after that. you’d had to beg him to even go to the hospital in the first place, but now he was getting the medical attention he’d needed for years, he seemed content in his hospital bed. not that he’d ever admit it.

with two days to yourself (not nights, you’d go back to the hospital and stay with marc), you decided to have the egyptian holiday you had come for.

the first stop was obvious; buy clothes. all of the ones you had were either covered in blood or halfway shredded. once you’d achieved this, in a new white linen sundress (cut below the knees to hide the still raw scars), you felt just slightly lost.

of course, you weren’t lost, you were always quick to get your bearings in new places - mercenary years had left you with a few skills, after all - and you kept yourself in a fairly small area, close to the hospital in case you got an emergency call.

no - the feeling of being lost came from deep down. ever since you’d come back to life it was the same, a strange longing for something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. something you felt you just had to have, maybe not right now, but in the near future. the hazy feeling had already begun to pass, you were sure google had served you well. but it left behind this in its wake, a new, even stranger feeling.

a breeze blew your hair lightly as you looked down the street in front of you. it was picturesque, all kinds of small shops and cafes as far as you could see. you could hear kids playing somewhere, a baby crying in the distance.

the lost-longing feeling piqued at this.

“oh.” you breathed. “oh.”

beside you, hathor, dressed in a golden, floor length dress and looking beautiful as ever, laughed.

oh, indeed. did you forget which god i am?

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barefoothighlander · 1 year

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Simon Riley x Fem reader

Simon and the reader are childhood best friends that later became boyfriend and girlfriend for 9 years.

And before Simon’s mom died the reader ask her for her blessing to marry her son one day and as proof they recorded the conversation and showed it to Simon.

Reader proposing to Simon on Christmas in front of his teammates and reader asked Price if she could his blessings to marry Simon (because Price is like a father to Simon and the reader wanted ask both his mom and Price for their blessings to marry Simon).

And Simon says “yes” trying to keep himself from crying in front of everyone.

Sorry if this is a little confusing I was excited while writing this so ya.

why am I crying🤠

warnings: mention of death and violence, gn pronouns

You had known him your entire life, every up and down the two of you had, you experienced it together, if you asked him when he knew he loved you he'd say from the moment he saw you shove some kid down on the football pitch for bullying some smaller kid. He knew then and there that he loved you, how protective you were, like second nature to defend people, it was something he never knew he needed.

He was too shy to approach you in grade school, resorting to quietly sitting beside you in class, stealing glances at you while you read or worked on your writing, silently loving you for weeks before you spoke to him. Truth be told you couldn't remember what you said to him the first day, but he knew, he remembered every word that you said, as mundane as it was, you had asked him for the answer to one of the questions on your test, whispering to him in the middle of the room, it took him a moment to respond, awkwardly staring at you for a minute before responding, he didn't even know the answer, just giving you one in hopes of having a conversation, his heart thumping in his chest as your eyes stared back at him.

Your friendship grew after that, inviting him to play games on the school field, shifting your desk closer to his in class so you could crack jokes, he was always so observant, making small comments about people that made you giggle, he was kind. At first you included him out of pity, he didn't have many friends in school, usually seen walking around by himself, lurking by walls, but after a few days of getting to know him you became quick friends, always by each other side, you defended him to other kids who would pick on him, he was so terrified of everything.

You never saw his home, he always made an excuse about having family over or doing renovations that would keep you from meeting his family, but you happily hung around your own house or the park, just glad to spend time with him.

By the time the two of you reached high school Simon had grown exponentially, he was taller than most of the school, growing into his features he became good-looking, you always joked with him about girls, there were a select few that threw themselves at him but he never entertained them.

He'd watch you go through relationships, always supportive of your partners, trying to be unbias, but always there when they ended poorly, comforting you and giving you a shoulder to cry on.

Looking back you can't understand how you didn't see it the whole time, the way he looked at you like you hung the moon, always dropping what he was doing to drive to you no matter the hour, listening four hours when you'd talk about trivial things, your love for him was always there, looming in your chest.

It all surfaced one night during a party when your group was playing truth or dare, people always assumed that you and Simon were a couple and when they found out you weren't they had dared you to kiss, you thought nothing of it a small act of platonic love between two friends, but to Simon it was everything he wanted to do but couldn't, the years he spent dreaming about holding you, telling you how he felt.

It was like everything fell into place when your lips touched, your skin igniting under his kiss, your faces close enough that you could make out every freckle on his skin, you pulled back quickly from the kiss, effectively bruising Simon's ego, the few days after were awkward, an air of tension between the two of you as you sat with the new feeling.

Everything hit a tipping point when you showed up to his house for the first time, standing outside his door building up the courage to knock before he breezed through the front door, slamming it behind him. The noise made you flinch, you had never seen him angry, storming down the driveway with his fists clenched as you stood in the cool air, his eyes brimmed with tears as he turned to face you.

"What are you doing here?'

Your eyes scan his face, a red welt on the side of his cheek as you close the gap between the two of you, he flinched as your hand moved to hold his cheek, your thumb sweeping over the wound.

"Who did this?" Your voice is laced with worry, he closes his eyes, his hand moving to cover yours, pulling it from his cheek.

"Can we go?"

You nod, the two of you moving toward your car, sitting in silence as you drive to a small lookout point. You drum your fingers against the wheel as you try to find your words, Simon's eyes glued to the window as he watches the city lights.

"I have to say something, and you don't need to respond, I just, I need to tell you"

He turns to you, "Is everything okay?"

You shake your head, a light chuckle coming from your chest, "I've been cruel"

"What do you mean"

"I've forced you to watch me be with other people when I've loved you the whole time" The words hollow your chest, you wait for him to say anything, to give you any sort of sign but he just stares at you, you turn to face away from him, your eyes closed in defeat before his hands cup your cheeks, leaning across the seat to kiss you, his tears wet your cheeks, breathing you in as your lips meet, he pulls back and rests his forehead against yours, your hands holding his against your face as you smile, your cheeks warm.

You spent almost every day after that together, graduating side by side and moving into adulthood together, it broke your heart to see him leave for his first deployment, knowing you wouldn't be seeing him for months after only having each other for a little while. You grew closer with his mum while he was away, trying your best to keep her safe as Simon's dad grew sicker and his brother strayed from the straight and narrow path, loving SImon meant loving his family, and you did, you knew Tommy for almost as long as you knew Simon, watching him grow up, it hurt to see him fall into a life of drugs.

When Simon returned it was an event of mixed emotions, the joy of having him home combined with sadness of the state of his family, he did his best to help them, taking time off from the military to make sure they got better. Watching him play with his nephew warmed your heart, the idea of having your own family sparking in your head as you saw how happy he was.

The week before his next deployment you had gone to his mother, spending the day with her and asking for her blessing to marry Simon, you knew how much her approval meant to him, how closely he held his mother in his heart, she gave her blessing with tears in her eyes, wanting for Simon to finally be happy.

It shattered you to hear the news of his family's death, hitting you like it was your own family that had been killed, Simon disappeared for a while after that, he didn't tell you where he had gone, leaving you alone for months just praying he would return when he did he was different, colder, more distant, it took months to just see him smile but bit by bit you cracked away at his walls, his old self revealing to you.

You'd visit his family grave every week, bringing new flowers for their plots and just sitting together in silence, your hands holding him as he let out silent cries, you never pried about the subject and he never talked about it, understanding that some things were to be left untouched.

The two of you had moved closer to the base, living in a small cottage just outside the city, quiet enough that he could comfortably come home and rest, as he grew closer to the team so did you, inviting the 141 over for dinners every so often, visiting them during work to drop off lunch for Simon.

The idea of marriage had been set far back in your mind, Simons fear of losing his family looming heavily over your relationship, for years what you had was enough, coming home to each other almost every night, safe inside your own bubble, away from the dangers of war, he knew how much you loved him but you craved something more, an eternal vow to always be there for the other.

One night you had the team over, the guys outside with Simon on the deck while you were in the kitchen, listening to their laughing from the outside, you called Price over under the guise of a question about dinner. You explained the situation to him, asking for his blessing alongside Simon's mother.

"You're the closest he's ever had to a father John, It'd mean a lot of you approved"

He had to fight to contain his joy, pulling you into a tight hug and knocking the air from your chest, "Nothing would make me happier than to see Simon with you, I see the way he acts around you, you make him happy"

He smiles at you, your eyes falling back to Simon outside chatting with Soap,

"When are you gonna do it?"

"M'not sure, we've been together practically our whole lives, no time has felt right"

"Well make it soon, I want grandkids"

You laugh a little too loud at his words, the sound drawing attention from the team as you try to play it off.

It took a few months to work out all the logistics, deciding that you'd do it on Christmas while the team was over, it had become a tradition for them to gather at your home for a few hours during the day before they left for their own families.

The team was as close as Simon had come to a real family, swapping presents with each other, drinking too much eggnog and laughing for hours.

"Okay, Simons turn" You hand him a small box, the team hitting their knees in a makeshift drumroll as he opened it,

"A cassette?" He turns to you with his brows raised, "Haven't seen one of these in over a decade"

You try to contain your excitement, biting your lip to stop the smile from forming on your face, "Just, listen to it"

He stares at you for a moment, confusion written across his face as he puts the headphones in his ears, the team shares a confused look with each other as you turn to Price, dramatically crossing your fingers and shrugging your shoulders while he smiles.

You watch Simon's face drop as he plays the tape, the sound of his mother's voice ringing through his ears, his eyes stay glued to the floor, just listening. When the recording ends he looks up to you, tears pricking his eyes as you smile at him,

"What is this?"

You huff a breath, reaching for the box in his hands, pulling out a small box and fiddling with it in your hands,

"I asked for her blessing before she passed, I asked for your Captains months ago, I have loved you my entire life and it's not long enough, I want forever"

You struggle to not choke on your words as the team realizes what's happening, sharing a shocked expression as they watch quietly,

"I know you're scared, and I'm scared too, but we'll do it together, just like we always have, I'm asking to marry you if you'll have me"

Your hands open the box, a silver ring sitting in it as you present it to him, he swallows thickly, his throat dry as he extends a hand to take the box, his eyes scanning over the object before moving back to you. He doesn't say anything, just moves forward to kiss you, his hands cupping your cheeks the same way they did that first night, his forehead pressed to yours as your hands hold his.

"Is that a yes?" You laugh, your thumb stroking over his hand

"Forever is still not enough love''

He moves from his spot, rushing out of the room leaving you confused, you turn to Price with panic in your eyes, finding him smirking in his spot, his head nudging towards the hall as Simon runs back in. He kneels in front of you, taking your hand as he places a ring on it, your worry melting from your face as your eyes water,

"Beat me to it I guess" He laughs, you lean in and kiss him, your lips melting together as the sounds of the team cheering fill the room.

"God I love you"

"Forever" He smiles, his hands holding yours, Simon turns to Price who raises his glass in his direction, the action catching your eye,

"You knew?"

Price smiles as the two of you, his lips moving to mouth the word grandkids as you laugh, Simon's arms wrapping around your form to hold you to him.

"Shame we already sent out the Christmas cards huh" He laughs

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animesmolbean · 22 days

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Guardian of Light

(Female)

Author's Note: Totoally random, but my God, I love this man! Timothée's Paul is so beautiful! I'm never going to stop gushing and talking about it, lol

Hope you enjoy it! ♥️

〰️

Chapter 4: Off to Arrakis

〰️

It was the next day, (Your Name) was dressed in her normal outfit that was similar to Paul's as she watched him bend down to observe the grass growing there.

(Your Name) suspected something was on Paul's mind. He seemed more tense, downcast and more protective of her. He gets like this when something is bothering him. She tried to ask but Paul simply brushed it off, saying he was tired. Not wanting to push him, she always let him be after that.

Paul stood up, turned to the girl and reached his gloved hand for her to take. She takes it without question, smiling softly. The two watched a ship appear from under the water. It was something (Your Name) is still in awe about.

Both of them walked down towards the beach.

When they arrive at the water, Paul removes the glove on (Your Name)’s hand, freeing it of its leather confide. Then he brought her hand up to his lips, pressing a kiss onto the back of it, before letting it go.

(Your Name) watched, with a blush on her cheeks, as Paul bent down and dipped his bare hand into the water, feeling it. She looked where he was looking and walked until she was beside him. Sensing her, Paul stood up.

Paul smiled softly at her before his attention was brought to the sub, shining subtly, a cool expression on his face. (Your Name) never understood how his expressions could change so easily. She looked out towards the sun, too, losing herself in thought.

〰️

Caladan was a beautiful place. Full of luscious plantation, beautiful skies, bodies of water to play in. Not to mention all the seasons it gets; rain, snow, the bright sun.

She would miss it dearly.

(Your Name) was outside, on the beach again. She stood where the sand was before it would go into the water, deep in thought.

Ever since the Bene Gesserit came to test her and Paul, her thoughts were running rapidly. Her dreams became more vivid, and seemed like it was a story playing visually to her with words sprinkled in. But it was still scattered and played seemingly out of order.

She remembered everything from her dreams. The people, the fighting of monsters, the villains they faced and defeated, the friends lost and gained, the sacrifices made for the people they loved most. The eventual happiness they all got once the war was over.

Though there wasn't much talking… she remembered all the words spoken. The ones that were spoken most were darkness, light, Nobody, Heartless, friends, heart, and… keyblade.

‘It must be the weapons they carry to fight.’ She thought to herself.

There were two names she remembered being said too. There were many names that were spoken in her dreams but two were said the most.

Sora and Riku.

‘They were the two that I see in my dreams the most.’

She looked out towards the horizon. Despite knowing all of this, she was still baffled. Everything seemed to make sense but it also felt so… scattered.

She sighed softly, citing words from her latest dream. When she did, she thought she would feel a presence next to her, and their voice saying it with her.

“A scattered dream that's like a far-off memory. A far-off memory that's like a scattered dream…. I want to line the pieces up - Yours and mine.”

“(Your Name)!”

The call of her name broke her out of her thoughts and she turned to see who called for her.

It was Paul.

He was dressed similarly to her, his hair pushed back just a little.

“Time to go. Father is looking for you.”

(Your Name) took one more glance out to the horizon, saying a silent goodbye, before she turned around and walked towards Paul.

Once she got to him, he offered his hand out to her. She graciously took it as they walked to the ship that would take them to Arrakis.

〰️

(Your Name) and Paul were in a hangar of a ship, surrounded by soldiers supporting Atreides. They stood in the middle of them all, getting ready to walk out and greet people.

“Shield.” a voice commanded. The soldiers followed, turning on the invisible shields.

Paul reached over to (Your Name) and grabbed her hand, giving it a squeeze, making the girl smile softly. A sudden metallic noise makes the pair break apart. The hangar door was opening, the bright light from Arrakis’ sun coming through, making the teens squint their eyes in discomfort.

The Duke turned his head towards the pair, giving them both a reassuring look, making them smile softly. Duke Leto then turned his head back around when the door fully opened.

“My lungs taste the air of Time, Blown past fallen sand.” Gurney quoted.

A man with bagpipes started playing a tune, which (Your Name) immediately recognized as the Atreides theme; walking out of the ship.

Gurney walked out after the rest of the soldiers followed him. (Your Name) and Paul close behind, the girl looking around at the people of Arrakis, seeing how they had flags to represent. Then, her attention was diverted when she saw a familiar figure, along with Paul.

“Thufir Hawat.” The duo exclaimed excitedly with matching smiles. They jog over to the man to greet the man, both of them hugging him by his side, the male returning their hug with a smile.

“Young Master, Lady (Your Name)! How does it feel to walk on the new world?” Thufir asked, smiling kindly.

“Exciting, to say the least.” The childhood friends replied with smiles.

The Duke walked up to the trio, smiling and Thufir bowed in respect, “My lord.”

“How are you, old friend?” Duke Leto asked, patting his friend on the arm.

“My advance team has secured the city. We're still smoothing out a few rough spots.” He replied in a serious tone.

The Duke nodded his head, giving Thufir another friendly pat on his arm. The group started to walk away as Thufir greeted Lady Jessica, the others following behind the Atreides.

As (Your Name) walked beside Paul, she heard a group of people shouting something - actually two things, “Lisan al-Gaib!” and “Haris Aldaw’!” The pair turned to each other confused, and the male took the girl's hand as he continued walking, making her follow behind him.

They arrived at an Ornithopter that was ready for them. Paul and his mother get on while (Your Name) stays back watching the people shouting with curiosity.

“(Your Name).”

Hearing her name being called, she snapped out of her state and turned to look at who spoke her name. It was Paul, a look of worry on his face.

“Are you alright?” He asked, cupping his hands on her cheeks.

She nodded into his palms, giving him a faint smile before walking up the ramp of the Ornithopter. She sat down in between Paul and Jessica.

“Let's get you out of the sun.” Thufir told them as he started to fly the Ornithopter, “The heat can kill in this place.”

As they got ready to fly, (Your Name) turned to Jessica, curiosity etched on her face. “They were pointing at us. What are they shouting?” She asked.

“Lisan al-Gaib, ‘The Voice from the Outer World’; it's their word for ‘messiah’. And “Haris Aldaw’ means the ‘Guardian of Light’. A legend that has been around for some time, and has gained recognition. It all means that the Bene Gesserit have been at work here.” Jessica explained to the confused girl.

“Planting superstitions?” Paul asked, joining in on the conversation.

“Preparing the way, Paul and (Your Name). These people have waited for centuries for the Lisan al-Gaib. And with recent sightings of shadow demons appearing on Arrakis, they call for the Haris Aldaw’ to come save them. They see you two, they see the signs.”

‘Shadow demons? Could those be the Heartless?’ (Your Name) thought to herself.

“They see what they've been told to see.” Paul's mutter broke her out of her thoughts. She looked at the boy, who was now looking down. She reached a hand out and placed it on top of his, giving him a sad smile. The action makes Paul hum and maneuvered his hand so now they were holding hands.

“We're good to go.” Thufir said and the Ornithopter started hovering above the ground, before taking off and flying off to the city.

(Your Name) looked out the windshield, eyes wide in surprise at the massive walls around the city.

“Shield Wall. Protects the city from the weather and the worms.” Thufir explained, almost like he knew what she was thinking.

The girl sighed, leaning back as they get to the city.

〰️

Arrakis was so different from Caladan. (Your Name) was still getting used to it. Despite it now having any luscious green plantation or fluffy clouds to admire, Arrakis had its own beauty.

Pale blue sky; it almost looked white. Tall, rocky mountains.

It'll take some time to get used to.

The childhood best friends walked around the city once they arrived, hand in hand. They ended up outside seeing massive palms and a guy watering them.

“Hello.” (Your Name) greeted, her usual smile on her face. Paul smiled softly; he liked that (Your Name) was so open with meeting new people. Always smiling at them.

The male looked up from his watering, “You two shouldn't be out here at this hour of the day.”

‘Must be a peak time.’ (Your Name) thought. “They are out here.” She pointed to a cell full of people.

The man hummed. “Fremen pilgrims. They don't care about heatstroke.”

“I didn't know date palms could even be found out here.” Paul spoke up, looking up and observing the palms.

“Oh, these aren't indigenous. They can't survive without me. Each one of these drinks every day the equivalent of five men. Twenty palm trees. A hundred lives.” The gardener explained.

“Should we remove them? Save the water?” Paul asked.

“No, no.” The man gestured to the trees, “These are sacred. Old dream.” He turned to the pair when he said the last part.

〰️

“The largest and most dangerous organism on Arrakis is the sandworm. Capable of reaching four hundred meters in length.” The voice from the video recording playing spoke as (Your Name) and Paul sat on their new bed together, watching.

(Your Name) was laying against Paul's chest, her body in between his legs, and his arms wrapped around her waist. His head was resting on top of hers as they watched and listened, their bent legs caressing each other's on occasion.

"To avoid making rhythmic noises which attract the sandworms, the Freman cross desert spaces using the sandwalk, a dance-like motion with irregular rhythm. Which emulates the natural sounds of the desert.” Paul switched the recording to saying something else, “What scant pain life exists on Arrakis is thanks to the Fremen, who have cultivated deep-rooted terrain plants such as saguaro, burrobush, sand-verbena and incense bush. The shepherd’s tree has the deepest documented roots, stretching more than four hundred and fifty feet deep.”

(Your Name) smiled at the small, adorable creature. “So cute.” She cooed in a whisper. “If we find one, can I keep it?” She asked Paul, a big smile on her face.

Paul chuckled affectionately at the girl. “If it'll let you take it.” He teased, giving her waist a squeeze, making her squirm a bit in his hold but not fighting back. She turned her attention back to the video.

The boy, however, didn't stop looking at her. He smiled tenderly at his childhood best friend. If only she knew how much he adored her. Maybe he should tell her how he feels. Tell her that he loves her.

The video continued, but suddenly, Paul heard a noise, causing him to freeze.

(Your Name), sensing his unease, turned to face him. “Paul? What's the matter?” She whispered.

The boy doesn't reply. Instead, he slowly moved (Your Name), gently pushing her off the bed. She followed, trusting Paul as he stood up slowly from the bed as well.

“What's going on?” (Your Name) whispered again. Paul made a ‘be quiet’ gesture with his finger and moved the both of them to the video.

They moved carefully, hiding themselves in the video as Paul crept up behind (Your Name), his eyes directed towards in front of her.

(Your Name) held her breath, trying not to make a sound when suddenly, something came flying directly towards her eye. The girl tensed up, frightened. Everything seemed to slow down around her.

Before any harm could be done, the door swung open to reveal a servant and (Your Name), thinking fast, dodged-rolled away from the foreign object and Paul caught it and smashed it against the wall.

(Your Name) was panting softly in a crouching position, having nailed the dodge roll. Paul opened his hand. “It's a hunter-seeker. The operator must be nearby.”

〰️

“Sir, I failed you today. There's no excuse. You have my resignation.” Thufir told Duke Leto and Lady Jessica, ashamed.

“You'd deprive us of your talents?” The Duke asked, appalled.

“Sir, my honor demands-”

"They tried to take the life of my son and (Your Name)! The Duke yelled in anger, “I don't give a damn about your honor! You want absolution? Go catch some spies.” He ordered.

“Your Grace.” Thufir bowed his head and went off.

〰️

After the incident with the Hunter-Seeker, Paul kept (Your Name) close, becoming extra protective of the girl.

Paul had explained to (Your Name) what a Hunter-Seeker was, making the girl tremble in fear. She heard of the deadly technology, but seeing it in action and how it could've taken one of their lives scared her.

The pair walked into the meeting The Duke was having.

“Our first strategy meeting. (Your Name) who can dodged hunter-seekers coming at full speed and Paul Atreides, who catches hunter-seekers in his bare hands. Like heroes of old.” Gurney told everyone with slight pride, making the members laugh and applauding the pair when they came in.

(Your Name) rolled her eyes and playfully hit Gurney on the back. Paul copied her action, “Thanks for the humiliation, old man.” He teased.

“Ah, gotta keep an eye on you two.” Gurney teased back, patting Paul's arm before he went to stand on (Your Name)’s left side.

“Attention!” Someone called, and everyone stood up when the Duke arrived, walking to the table.

The Duke touched (Your Name)’s back and did the same to Paul, patting it before he sat down on the right side of (Your Name). “Let's get started.”

Everyone sat down, “Thufir, operations.” The Duke started.

“I've secured a copy of the Harkonnens account books.” Thufir started, making the people at the table start muttering. “The Harkonnens were taking 10 billion Solaris out of here every year.”

“They shall suck at the abundance of the seas and on the treasures hidden in the sand.” Gurney quoted, his hands folded on the table.

“We won't see profits like that for a while, not with the equipment they left us.” Thufir said.

“How bad was it?” The Duke asked

〰️

Thufir led everyone outside to where big containers of something on the ground.

These are spice silos. We are meant to fill every crate.” Thufir explained to the group, umbrella in hand to protect himself from Arrakis’ blazing sun.

“All of them?” (Your Name) asked, from beside Paul, who was holding the girl's hand.

Thufir turned to look at her., “Every 25 standard days. Harkonnen sabotage slows us down.”

“But who's meant to arbitrate?” Pauk asked, “Isn't there a Judge of Change to oversee the transition?”

“Who did the Emperor appoint?” Gurney asked joining in on the questions.

“Dr. Liet Kynes, imperial ecologist.” Thufir answered, “Been here 20 years. Eccentric from what I'm told.”

“I want to see these harvesting fields myself.” The Duke stated.

“I wouldn't recommend it, my lord.” Thufir warned.

The Duke gestured with his chin. “Have this Judge of Change accompany us. Our meeting is long overdue. And we'll get a bit of imperial protection.”

“A hostage? I love it.” Gurney commented with a smile.

Paul and (Your Name) gave him a look to which Gurney slowly shrugged at the two.

Thufir pressed the chip behind his ear. He looked up with a soft smile. “He's here, my lord.”

Everyone heard an ornithopter flying above them and looked up. (Your Name) smiled, knowing who was coming.

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guccifrog · 3 months

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THINK FAST P2

chris sturniolo × f!reader

summary: where a silly dare leads to a lot of unexpected events

part1

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: Awkward -Sza 0:09 ━●────────── 2:58 ㅤ ㅤ◁ㅤ ❚❚ ㅤ▷

y/n's pov ☆

"what the fuck are you doing?" a familiar voice behind me asked, making me jump.

I turned around to see none other than Chris Sturniolo standing in the doorway, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and anger. "Um…I was just…" I stammered, holding up the boxers behind my back. "shit" I whispered.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he demanded, taking a step forward. I hesitated, my heart racing. "Um, I was just…she dared me to…I didn't mean any harm…" I trailed off trying to think of an excuse, but it was too late.

Chris's expression turned darker. "You broke into my room." It wasn't a question. "I'm calling the police," he said, reaching for his phone. My heart sank. I knew I was in deep shit.

"No, please!" I begged. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I just thought it was a joke…" My voice trailed off, the words sounding pathetic even to my own ears. Chris didn't look convinced, but he paused, his hand hovering over his phone.

"Look, I don't want any trouble," I said, trying to sound as sincere as possible. "I'll leave, just…please don't call the cops." I took a step back, my heart pounding in my chest. Chris continued to stare at me, his expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, he finally spoke.

He stepped closer, his expression still hard. "are those my boxers?" he asked, nodding at the blue boxers still clutched in my hand."Um…no…?" I muttered. "No, they're not…I just…" I trailed off, I'm sure I look so stupid right now.

Chris raised an eyebrow. "so not only did you break into my house, but you also stole my underwear you freak?" he said slowly." what the fuck is wrong with you ?" he asks, his voice low, glaring at me. I feel my face burning red and I'm glad he can't see it in the dark. "You're disgusting, you know that?" he says, shaking his head.

"right dude, I'm sorry," I say, feeling stupid and embarrassed. "I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to…um…" I trail off, not knowing what else to say "Look it was just some stupid dare, okay?" I finally blurt out, my cheeks still burning red. "I don't even know why I did it. I just thought it'd be funny, you know? I shouldn't have come in here." I glance down at the ground, unable to meet his gaze.

For a long moment, Chris is silent. Then, he sighs and rolls his eyes. "how long have you been stalking me ?" he asks.

"i'm not stalking you!!" I say, defensive. "It's just a fucking dare, alright? I didn't mean any harm!"

"yeah sure," He says, unconvinced. "you know what? wait here and don't fucking move, I'll be right back" he says, leaving the room before I could reply.

I stand there, feeling more and more dumb with each passing second. I should've just left it alone, What was I thinking? The door slams shut, and I hear the lock click into place from the outside. Wow, now I'm trapped in here.

My heart is racing, my palms are sweaty, and my mouth feels like it's full of cotton balls. This is not how I expected the night to go. Trapped in Chris Sturniolo's room, I pace around, trying to think of a way out. The door is locked, and I can't find a key. I wonder if he's really going to call the police, or if he's just trying to scare me.

I glanced around the room, taking in my surroundings. My eyes fell on a small knife on the bedside table. Could I use that to force the window open? It was a bad idea, but it was better than staying here and waiting for him to come back. Taking a deep breath, I carefully picked up the knife and tested its weight in my hand.

I walked over to the window and clutched the knife in my hand, feeling the cold steel against my skin. I started to pry the window open, slowly and carefully. With a creak, it began to slide upward, letting in a stream of cool air. I pushed it open wider, feeling a rush of relief wash over me.

suddenly the door flung open and Chris walked in. "what the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, his eyes wide with anger. I froze my hand still on the knife. And so I did the first thing I could think of. I quickly throw the knife across the room, and practically throw myself out of the window, landing on my back on the soft grass. I roll over, gasping for breath, and as I open my eyes I see Chris's head looking out of the window, with concern written all over his face.

"y/n!"I look to the side to see Jane running my way. She skids to a stop in front of me, her hands on her knees and her chest heaving. "Are you okay?!" she asks, her eyes wild with panic.

I quickly got up and grabbed Jane's hand. "let's go!" I yelled before scrambling away from the house."Hey, wait!" Chris yelled, but I didn't look back. Jane and I run, our lungs burning and our legs aching, but we don't stop. We keep going until we're far enough away that we can't hear Chris calling after us anymore.

We finally slow to a stop, leaning over with our hands on our knees, trying to catch our breath. "That was fucking insane," Jane pants, her eyes wide.

"Where are the others?" I asked between breaths. Jane shrugs. "I don't know. We were waiting for you and Cassie said she needed to do something so she left and then everyone else just started to go" she replied.

"Who the fuck is Cassie?" I ask, confused. Jane frowns. "The girl that dared you, remember?" I nod, remembering now.

We decided to walk to my house, both of us still shaking from the adrenaline rush. As we walked, I filled Jane in on the details of what had happened. She listened, her jaw dropping lower and lower with each new revelation.

When we finally got to my house, we found Dylan and Amber waiting on the porch. They exchanged glances as we approached. "You okay?" Dylan asked making me nod"I'm guessing you chickened out since I don't see any expensive boxers," he said with a grin and I snorted.

"you'd be surprised," I said, following them into the house. Once inside, we all sat down in the living room. Dylan leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "So, what exactly happened?" he asked, his voice low. I took a deep breath and told the story, leaving out no details. As I spoke, Jane nodded in agreement, filling in some of the blanks where I left out.

When I finished, there was a moment of silence before Dylan spoke up. "Damn, that's some serious shit. You're lucky you got out of there."

"I'd fucking pay to see Sturniolo's reaction to you just standing there with his boxers"Amber giggled and the others chuckled. "trust me, it was the funniest shit I've seen in a while," I said, grinning.

"But seriously, what are you gonna do now? that fucker is obviously not someone to mess around with."Jane said, her voice laced with concern. I shrugged, feeling a little uneasy myself. "relax, it's not like he knows who I am. He probably just thinks I'm one of his fangirls or something" I said, trying to sound more confident than I felt.

"Well, if he ever does find out who you are…" Dylan started, but I cut him off.

"He won't. He doesn't know me" I tried to sound convincing, but even I didn't believe it. "Besides, I'm not going to let some asshole like that ruin my life. I'll just be more careful from now on."

There was a moment of silence before Dylan spoke up. "Yeah whatever dude," he said, laughing a little. "If you say so." I knew he didn't really believe me.

"I wanna sleep now" Jane yawned, stretching her arms above her head." my parents are out of town you all can stay over if you want," I offered, standing up and stretching as well.

"Thanks, but I'm good. I'll just go home. See you tomorrow, okay?" Dylan replied, giving me a tired smile. I nodded" Me too," Amber said. They both stood up, stretching and yawning. I led them out to the front porch. "Alright, we'll see you guys later," I called after them as they walked down the driveway.

Once they were gone, I went back inside and headed upstairs to my room. I flopped down on my bed next to Jane, still feeling a little shaky from the encounter with Sturniolo. As I lay there, I couldn't help but wonder. What if he did find out who I was? What if he decided to come after me?

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Can you do one of Messi’s daughter and Gabi babysit her brothers and gavi being scared because of what ciro said last time “I don’t want you to have a boyfriend” and he really wants his girlfriends brothers to like him? And can you have the boys be overprotective?

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The Messi boys — Pablo Gavi

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They’re just kids, that’s what you said to Gavi while you were trying to calm him down on the way to your parents' house. Your dad and your mom had gone on a date and asked you if you could take care of your brothers while they were gone. You undoubtedly accepted, you loved your siblings and you wanted to spend your time with them. Gavi knew how much you loved them, so he also wanted to be helpful and offered to go with you. However, for the Messi boys, the presence of your boyfriend wasn't a good idea.

Ciro was the least pleased that your boyfriend was there. Last time he saw Gavi, he was a little reluctant about you having a boyfriend. As soon as he had seen Pablo arrive he started asking him questions. You had laughed and tried to distract him while playing Uno. Gavi really tried to make the kids feel comfortable with him, because he loved you with all his heart and wanted to get along with the children.

But your brothers were too overprotective. In the moment Gavi tried to reach out to hold your hand, Ciro did not hesitate to separate your holding hands. The kid was angry and jealous, you were his sister.

"Don’t touch her!"

"We just wanted to hold hands, he’s my boyfriend, you know. It’s a thing couples do." you explained to the youngest, trying to calm the situation.

"Gross. I hate the displays of love." said your other brother, Mateo, imitating that he was vomiting.

"I dislike Gavi, I don’t like him." Ciro had no shame in telling you what he thought about the footballer.

"Ciro!"

In a few seconds your brothers had brought to light the problems they had with your boyfriend and it was no surprise. You had talked to your mom about that, after the visit you had made the last time. As much as you had tried to make them understand that you were an adult, they continued with their overprotection.

You looked at Gavi, who looked at Ciro without saying anything. When he felt the weight of your look you tried to tell him to take things slow, the children could be little devils when they wanted and they were testing him. In fact, they had tested him since he had arrived, asking him questions and trying to anger him.

"How many times do I have to tell you to not be rude with Gavi?" You played the role of the big sister again.

The children were silent and they didn't say anything more to make things worse. A while later, you lost the game and as you urgently needed to go to the bathroom, you made the decision to leave your three brothers alone with your boyfriend. Maybe it was a bad idea, after the tension that was felt in the environment. You tried not to take long, but when you arrived, you heard them whispering. You hid behind the door so they couldn’t see you or notice you.

"Listen to us carefully, Spanish boy. We don’t like you and we don't want you to date our sister." Ciro said, speaking as if he were a film mercenary.

"Better tell us why we should give you a chance," Thiago proposed, in a much more gentle tone.

"Sorry, what?"

"Don’t make me repeat myself. You don’t want me wasting time with words."

God, you imagined your boyfriend’s scared face. You had convinced him that there was nothing to worry about, but now you doubted your own words. Gavi didn’t take long to talk, and when he did, he spoke very seriously and fearlessly.

"I love your big sister and want to make her happy every day of my life. I know she deserves the best and probably deserves a better guy than me— I was lucky that she decided to be my girlfriend. I don't imagine a life without her, she is my happiness and my everything. I want to give her everything."

There was silence, until Thiago spoke. "We’ll give you a chance, if you do something we don’t like we won’t hesitate to make your life miserable."

"Believe it, we’ll make your life miserable and you won’t like it." added Ciro.

"I understand, I promise I won't do anything if you decide to make my life miserable. I love your sister and I accept the consequences of my actions."

Gosh, Pablo was also a little dramatic. Between your brothers acting like mercenaries and Pablo being a Romeo, the whole scene made you laugh. Your heart melted too, his declaration of love was really cute.

"Okay, so we have a deal. Now you have to convince her to let us eat ice cream before bed." Ciro blackmailed Gavi and you had a hard time not laughing.

"Está bien, I’ll help you."

You waited until they finished their talk and you went back to them. You sat back at the table, while you watched them finish playing Uno. When the boys went to get something in their rooms, you took the time to talk to your boyfriend.

"Please... never leave me with them again. They’re really scary."

You smiled at him and whispered, "I forgot to tell you, my dad is an ordinary human being, but my brothers… they are devils."

Gavi left a kiss on your lips before your brothers came back and probably forced you to separate.

"You should let them eat ice cream, by the way." He told you in a whisper, still afraid of the kids.

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“All I’m saying is that you have to know.” Buck said as he hopped down out of the firetruck. Hen rolled her eyes as she headed towards the other paramedic to offer her help.

“You know it’s a genuine thing. People being pregnant and not knowing. Maddie said she saw a few back when she was a nurse.” Chimney chimed in. Buck frowned and shrugged. Hen and Chimney shared a look of amusement.

“Hey.” Athena said to Bobby as they trailed after him.

“Am I glad to get out of that truck.” Bobby muttered with amusement. She chuckled and glanced back at the 118.

“Still talking about that last call?” She asked and he nodded. She sighed and gestured to the building. “Well, you might get another one like it. The building collapsed on the south side, there was gas work going on in the building next door. It’s a prenatal clinic. Some people have managed to get themselves out but there are about ten people still inside, two, maybe three upstairs but they aren’t sure.”

“Ok.” Bobby said firmly and stopped walking in step with her so the team could gather around him. They separated as Bobby directed them in different directions. Eddie led the way inside while Buck followed behind. Part of the building had been on fire. Buck could still feel the heat as the one fifteen put out the last of the fire. He turned to Eddie who gestured at the first room, they were quick to clear it and finding no survivors in need of rescuing they hurried to the next room. Hen and Chimney passed them when someone called for a paramedic over the radio. Buck followed after them and stopped as he saw who Hen was stooped over.

“(Y/N)?” Buck said quietly. Hen checked your pulse while Chimney cleared the small amount of debris that was bear you. He called for a board as Hen rolled you over. There was a response from Eddie over the radio as the three of them gawked at you.

“What were you saying about not knowing about pregnancies?” Hen said slowly as she continued to check you out. Chim glanced at Buck as he took the board from Eddie and helped her move you onto it.

“Is that… (Y/N)?” Eddie asked as Hen and Chim hurried you out to the ambulance.

“Urm… uh yeah. It is… We haven’t seen each other since we broke up.” Buck said quietly. Eddie glanced at Buck and nodded, pointing out there was still one more room that needed to be cleared. Buck was silent as they cleared the last room and headed outside Hen was loading you into the ambulance and you seemed to be awake.

“Be advised we have a woman with mild smoke inhalation, testing on the low end for CO poisoning, she has a headache but no other symptoms at present.” Bobby said into his radio. Chim jumped out of the back of the ambulance and motioned for Buck to get in.

“I don’t know…” Buck said.

“Buck. You’re going to want to go.” Athena said firmly. She glanced at Bobby who was now directing other ambulances. “I’ll see if Bobby can give you the last few hours of your shift off.”

Buck still hesitated but walked closer to the ambulance with Eddie who gave him a sympathetic look.

“She looks about thirty weeks Buck… you broke up almost fourteen weeks ago.” Eddie said slowly. Buck frowned at Eddie then at Bobby who gave him a slight nod. Buck hurried towards the ambulance and got in the back. You and Hen were talking quietly. The doors slammed shut as Buck sat down and the ambulance pulled away.

“So.” Hen said awkwardly. You closed your eyes for most of the ride to the hospital, feeling Hen poke and prod. You opened them again when you felt the gurney being pulled out of the ambulance and Hen said that Buck should go with you. Suddenly you were surrounded by people doing tests and asking you questions. You were still disorientated. One minute you had been visiting an estate agent the next the building was on fire and filled with smoke. You dozed off after a while but woke to find Buck sitting in the seat next to you and Hen outside talking to someone just out of sight. He was staring at the floor, his leg bouncing up and down and he sighed every now and then.

Sitting up a little you shafted your weight in the bed. Buck looked up. “You ok?” He asked warily. You sighed and nodded.

“I think so. I feel better.” You muttered. Hen had stopped just outside the door and waited. When nothing else was said she sighed and entered the room.

“Neither of you two are going to talk about it?” She asked. Buck glanced at her while you looked down at your hands and fiddled with them. “Well all right then.” She muttered. A nurse allowed you to be discharged and Hen drove you home. The car ride was silent and she didn’t bring up the pregnancy again. She helped you settle, cleaned up a little and promised that Karen would be around to check in the next day as she was off with Denny for the day and Hen had a long shift and reluctantly agreed that she wouldn’t tell Buck your new address until you were ready to talk to him.

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Bobby had been warned by Chim and Eddie that Buck was in a mood. He’d had a meeting and hadn’t been able to join them on their first call of the shift but Chim had taken the time to call him and let him know that Buck might need someone to talk things through. He wasn’t willing to talk about it with anyone else.

“Buck!” Bobby said as he climbed the steps to the kitchen. Buck had been leaning against a counter, staring at the floor and almost jumped when Bobby called out to him.

“Hey, Bobby.” Buck said with a sigh and tone that told Bobby he was going to hear a lot of complaining.

“Still haven’t spoken to (Y/N)?” He asked. He decided it would be best to wade right in. Buck sighed, rubbing his hands together as he pushed off the kitchen counter he’d been leaning on and walked over.

“I urm. No. I-I tried to reach out but she has a new number and a new apartment.” Buck admitted. Bobby nodded slowly. Buck started helping him prep the vegetables that he had gotten out of the fridge as Buck talked.

“Maybe you could talk to Hen. I know she said she gave (Y/N) her number in case she needs some help. I know the two of you broke up but I’m sure she’d be happy for some support.” Bobby suggested. Buck made a noise that almost had Bobby rolling his eyes. “I thought it ended amicably.”

“We did. After some arguing. It’s just. If she wanted to see me Bobby she would have reached out.” Buck muttered and jabbed at a tomato with a small knife. Bobby took it from him and glanced at Chimney who was hurrying up the stairs laughing with Ravi hurrying after him. Seeing Bobby looking his way and catching a slight nod Chimney hurried over.

“So… what’re we talking about.” He said and glanced at the stovetop and the steaming pan that Bobby hurried to check on, motioning Ravi over.

“(Y/N).” Buck answered.

“Ah. You know. Pregnancy hormones make someone do crazy things. You know I was so nervous that…” He trailed off when Buck sighed and started to walk off. He’d already had Maddie and Chimney coming up with all sorts of excuses when they came over to check on him for the last few days. He was tired of it. “Look, Buck. The two of you… were idiots.”

“What?” Buck said as he turned back and frowned at Chimney. Hen and Eddie had been coming up the stairs and glanced at each other, neither too worried but eager to hear the next chapter in Buck’s drama. There hadn’t been much else happening in the firehouse the past week which was unusual.

“You fell in love too fast. Then just when the two of you start to get to know each other and it got real you bolted and don’t give me that career crap. We all know you, Buck. You would have found a way to follow her around the world if you wanted to. You got scared.” Chimney scolded. Bobby left Ravi watching the stove and walked over, seeing Buck’s face twisted with anger and redden with embarrassment.

“Well hold on now. Buck’s life is here and the two of them really tried to find a way to make it work. They looked into commutes, moving, and transferring. Maddie had just come back and (Y/N) had a promotion that would have, in all honesty, been insane to turn down. I think it took real maturity to realise that they needed to let each other go even if they still loved each other.” Hen defended. Buck seemed to zone out, listening to everyone arguing.

“Of course, you’re the romantic.” Chimney said and chuckled as Hen defended herself. There was a loud clearing of a throat and everyone turned to see Athena. She had clearly just changed out of her uniform and looked unimpressed.

“Maybe instead of talking to everyone here you should go and talk to (Y/N)?” Athena offered as advice. Buck nodded but shrugged.

“I don’t know where she is.” Buck muttered. Athena sighed as if she was fed up and gestured out to the doors.

“She’s outside. Pacing around as if she isn’t about to have her child right on the doorstep. Go.” She motioned for Buck to hurry outside. He jogged down the steps and rushed out to the front of the firehouse. Looking around he couldn’t see anyone. He could hear Bobby and Athena talking as they approached. They both looked empathetic when he came towards them with a defeated look.

“Why don’t you head out.” Bobby offered. Buck looked a little distraught so he quickly added. “We’ve been on a double shift, there’s only twenty-five minutes left and we were going to eat. If no last-minute calls came in. Go and find her.” Bobby insisted. He promised Buck that if anyone asked anything about him not finishing the shift he’d deal with it. Buck changed, shoved his bag into his Jeep and hurtled out of the employee parking lot. It occurred to him as he sat in traffic that he didn’t actually know where to go. Staring up at the red light he tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. Athena had said you’d been outside. He’d drive the block and then head over to Maddie’s if he couldn’t find you. The light went green and he slowly circled the block. As he reached the end of his circle he spotted you stopped at a food truck. He pulled over and hurried towards you as you stepped away from the truck and walked in the opposite direction.

“(Y/N)?” He called. He caught up with you as you were taking a bite of your food and found himself smiling as your eyes went wide and you slowly chewed. “Sorry. Athena said you were looking for me and then you…” He trailed off as you finished your mouthful.

“I was. But then I got hungry.” You mumbled. Buck chuckled and gestured to his car.

“You know if you wanted to. We could go get some food somewhere?” He offered. You nodded and ate on the way to the car, tossing the wrapper into a bin you passed. Getting in the car you sank into the seat and stared ahead. There was an awkward silence as Buck drove.

“So urm. Where did you want to go?” Buck asked. You thought about it and then listed several kinds of food you’d been craving. When he stopped at a red light Buck stared at you for a while before nodding slowly. He turned towards a small supermarket. “I figure we can get everything here.”

The two of you went round the supermarket. The two of you chatted about nothing important and avoided talking about what you needed to. Until May and Maddie came around the corner of an aisle. May was happy to see you and explained that Maddie was helping her find ingredients for a surprise meal for Bobby and her mum. Maddie took Buck to one side and talked to him quickly and quietly. She smiled tightly in your direction. When May was ready to continue shopping they left while Buck took your over to the cafe section after insisting on paying for everything.

“So urm…

"So… urm. You. You're pregnant?" Buck said. You stopped eating for a moment and nodded.

"Yes." You answered just as awkwardly as Buck had asked his very obvious question.

"Right." Buck muttered. The two of you sat in silence for a while before you cleared your throat.

"I tried to call. I should have… gone by the firehouse sooner." You said quietly.

"You know what we had this sunami and this crazy earthquake. I had to replace my phone because of that so I had a new number. You wouldn't have gotten through to me." Buck offered up quickly. You nodded and smiled awkwardly, picking at a loaf of soft tiger bread. There was an awkward silence that fell over the two of you before Buck frowned.

"So you were going to tell me?" He pressed. You looked guilty for a moment.

"Not at first." You admitted and looked away from him, down at the table, balling the bread in your hands into little tiny balls. "After the first few months, I tried to call. Then I moved back here two months ago and… I saw you. You were in the fire truck."

"You've been back for two months?" Buck asked. His voice cracked with pain as he blinked several times and looked over at the doors of the supermarket as of he wanted very much to bolt from the building.

"My job fell through." You said quietly and he nodded.

"Hen said something about that." He said and cleared his throat trying to move the lump that formed as he thought about everything thing.

"So…" you said. Unsure what else to say.

"Do you need a ride home?" Buck asked. He had wanted to ask a million questions. How was the baby, where were you living, did you need anything, boy or girl? But now he was in the moment he wanted it to end. He'd thought it would be like talking with you before breaking up. But it was just awkward and painful. He drove you home and you gave him your number. You declined his offer to help carry the bags inside and he waited until you were safely inside.

He didn't drive home. He went to Maddie's. She found him sobbing on her sofa. So she lay down on it with him, thankful that she had let Chimney talk her into the bigger sofa she thought was a bit much. Chimney didn't say anything when he got home. Just gestured to Maddie if she needed anything and went to check on Jee-Yun who Maddie had put down for a nap after picking her up from Karen.

"I don't know what I thought would happen?" Buck said tearfully when he was finally done sobbing.

"It's ok Buck. Things will work out." Maddie said soothingly.

"How do you know that?" Buck asked defeatedly. Maddie shrugged and let Buck cry himself to sleep before getting up. Chimney was quietly making a hot drink for them both.

"Someone needs to get those to talk everything out." Chimney said quietly, handing one drink to Maddie as he led the way to their bedroom.

"It has to be awkward. They didn't exactly break up because they fell out of love." She muttered. With a sigh, the two of them resigned themselves to keeping an eye on Buck until he bounced back and figured out a way to let you know how he was feeling. They just hoped it would be sooner rather than later.

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