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stevenssacrab · 5 months

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Good Neighbor Pt. 2

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Summary: After a successful dinner date with Bucky, you invite him to cook dinner with you

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Lots of flirting, teasing, mentions of knives, sexual tension, mentions of alcohol, light kissing

Word Count: 1.7k

a/n: Part 2! Glad everyone liked part 1, hope part 2 is up to par!

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Part 1

“Hey, you aren’t allergic to mushrooms, are you?” you sent out the message; after the dinner, you exchanged numbers and have been texting each other nonstop all week; even your coworkers have noticed you seem happier. You’ve been looking for recipes and doing it for hours, trying to pick the perfect one. So what if this dinner was an excuse to spend time with Bucky? You had been thinking of ways to get some one-on-one time with him, and this was perfect; you could hide it under the guise of trying to teach him to cook.

“No, I’m not; anything is good,” he responded almost immediately; you smiled at his quick response; it made you feel like you were always on his mind. Talking with Buck never felt like a chore; the conversation flowed naturally. It was as if you had been friends for a long time. It was refreshing not needing to try so hard. Bucky always made you feel special, paying extra attention whenever you spoke, hanging off every word, afraid he’d miss a critical detail, and that’s precisely what had you head over heels for him; the feeling was new, but you knew you wanted more.

“Okay, thanks, Buck,” you replied; you remember when you called him Buck for the first time, you were wishing each other goodnight, and it just slipped out; you didn’t even think about it; it just happened; everything with Bucky felt natural.

It was 10 minutes before Bucky had to head to your place, and he was pacing. He was so nervous; he promised himself he wouldn't get so worked up, but he didn’t want to blow this opportunity. He had feelings for you, and he didn’t wanna blow it; you’re the first girl that treated him like a person and not a superhero; everything felt ordinary and simple, and that’s all he wanted.

“Okay, Buck, you got this,” he said out loud, patting himself on the chest.

“It’s go time, Buck.” With that, he opens the door, takes the 2 steps across the hall, and knocks on your door.

“Hey, Bucky! Right on time,” you say giddily, stretching your arms out and wrapping Bucky in a tight hug; you don’t miss the chance to take in his scent, a mix of vanilla and teakwood, a smell you could get used to.

“I brought some wine. Hope white is okay?” he said, holding up the bottle.

“It’s perfect, Buck,” you say, smiling sweetly at him.

“Come in, please,” you say, opening the door wider for him.

“The kitchen is right this way,” you say, lightly grabbing his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

“So, I got you something,” you say, playfully hiding the gift behind your back. Bucky's eyes widened; he hadn’t even thought of getting you a gift.

“I didn’t get,” he says, starting to panic.

“Oh, Buck, it's fine; just open it.” You hand him a green box wrapped with a red bow. Feeling anxious, He grabs it slowly; he opens the box and pulls out an apron with a picture of a muscular man. He starts laughing loudly, shoulders bouncing with glee; he calms down a little bit, looks at the apron again, and resumes laughing loudly with tears in his eyes. You laugh with him; you didn’t think he would like it so much.

“I’m happy you like it,” you laugh, helping him put it on, slowly sliding your hands down and resting them on his firm chest. He clears his throat, and you snap out of it, quickly pulling your hands back.

“Uh, sorry, I-” you stutter out, blush creeping up your face.

“It’s okay,” he says; he gently grabs your hand and places it back onto his chest, keeping his hand over yours. You’re dumbfounded; all thoughts leave your brain; what snaps you out is Bucky softly squeezing your hand, and you rip your hand away from him.

"Can you tie it for me?" he asks, and he turns, showing you his board back; you slowly grab the straps and tie them, letting your hands roam up his back to his shoulder blades and down his arms; you clear your throat.

"All done," you say innocently, smiling up at Bucky.

“Can you help me with mine?” you ask shyly, turning around. Bucky grabs the apron and slides it over your head, and you move your hair to the side. Bucky sucks in a breath seeing your exposed neck; he traces his hand down your back and leans forward to grab the strings; you get goosebumps feeling his breath fan across your neck; he ties the apron around you, he lets his hands roam your back, caressing your neck gently. He slowly pulls his hands away, already missing your body against his hands.

“Okay, let’s um start,” you say, hastily pulling ingredients from the fridge, Bucky smiling to himself at how scatterbrained he made you. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” he thinks, moving to help you pull out ingredients.

“Alright, I think we have everything,” you say, reviewing the list on your phone.

“I picked an easy recipe for your first time; now pay attention; we’re doing this for you,” you say matter-of-factly.

“Thanks for being gentle for my first time,” he says coyly, winking at you.

“Are you gonna be like this all night?” you ask, raising your eyebrow.

“Yes,” he gives a smug look.

“Game on, pretty boy,” you say, challenging him to his little game.

“Let’s start with the steak,” you say, motioning for him to hand it over to you; he hops up and hands you the steak, watching you open the package and slowly place it into the pan.

“How do you like your steak done, hon?” you ask, all your attention on the pan; you miss Bucky's face drop at the pet name, blush making its way across his cheeks; he clears his throat.

“Um, medium, well, please,” he blurts out.

“Hand me 2 tablespoons of butter, please,” you say, pointing at the butter on the counter.

“Yes, chef,” Bucky says jokingly; you giggle at the joke; Bucky is mentally high-fiving himself.

“Slight problem, I don’t know what tablespoons are,” he admits

“What? Really?” you ask, looking at him in disbelief.

“I’ve never cooked a day in my life, Y/N; that’s why we’re doing this,” he says nonchalantly.

“Okay, tbsp means tablespoons right here.” You grab his hand holding the knife and cut at the 2 tablespoon mark, holding onto his hand a second too long; you quickly let go of his hand.”

“Alright, hand me that plate; we’ll take the steaks out and then add mushrooms next,” you say confidently; you’re in your element, an area you absolutely thrive in.

“Here are your mushrooms,” he says, opening the package and adding them to the pan.

“Okay, let's add the mushrooms in and stir until tender; at that point, we’ll add the broth and heavy whipping cream,” you say slowly, making sure Bucky absorbs everything you say.

“Okay, when can I get you to hold my hand again?” he asks.

“After dinner,” you say playfully, bumping him lightly with your elbow.

“Oh, I’m gonna hold you to that,” he flirts back, bumping you back playfully.

“Next, let’s bring this to boil until the sauce thickens; it shouldn't take too long, 1-2 minutes tops,” you say, slowly stirring; this time, Bucky puts his hand over yours, helping you mix the sauce; you smile bashfully and lean into him.

“Okay, last thing, we’re almost there!” you say excitedly. “We’ll add the steaks back into the pan, let them heat up and get coated in the sauce, add chives for garnish, and boom, we’re done,” you say clearly.

“Aw, but I loved this educational cooking show,” he teases playfully.

“Good thing we’re doing this again,” you say happily, happy at the thought of doing this again.

You carefully add the steak and mushrooms next to the mashed potatoes you prepared the night before.

“Grab the wine glasses for will ya Buck, they're in the cabinet above the sink, on the top shelf,” you say, wholly focused on plating the food.

“I’ll set these on the table,” Bucky says, walking toward the table with the wine glasses.

“Okay, thank you,” you shout from the kitchen, satisfied with how the food looks. You walk the food to the table where Bucky has poured the wine and waits patiently.

“I’m so excited to try this,” you beam, joy evident in your face.

“To our first time cooking together.” Bucky holds his glass up, and you smile and clink your glasses together.

“Let’s dig in,” you say, seating done, and take your first bite.

“Ugh”

“Ugh,” you and Bucky shout simultaneously, both laughing.

“This is so good, oh my god,” you say proudly.

“We did a good job,” Bucky chirps, smiling from ear to ear at you.

“We really did,” you giggled, “Next, I wanna try pot roast!” you say, already thinking of the next time.

You and Bucky lean back in your chairs, absolutely stuffed.

“Ugh, 10 out of 10.” Bucky looked pleased. You get up and attempt to grab Bucky’s dish, but he pulls it away and quickly grabs yours.

“Absolutely not! I’ll do the dishes,” he bellows.

“No, Bucky! You’re the guest. You can’t do that,” you exclaim, trying to grab the dishes, but Bucky uses his height to render your attempts useless.

“No way, you did most of the cooking. The least I could do is the dishes,” he says matter-of-factly, walking back into the kitchen and running the water.

“Okay, let’s both do them, yeah?” you ask, hopefully.

“Okay, but only because you’re so cute,” he says, squinting at you playfully.

Bucky washes the dishes, and you rinse and dry them off like a well-oiled machine; you finish in no time.

“Okay, I think I should head home,” Bucky says sadly; he doesn’t want it to end.

“Aww, okay, Buck, let me walk you out,” you say, grabbing his hand and leading him to the door.

“I had so much fun, Buck. We have to do this more often,” you say eagerly, leaning against the door frame, sweetly running your thumb over Bucky's knuckles.

“See you later, Bucky.” You give his hand a light squeeze; Bucky grips your hand tightly and pulls you in; your lips meet; he tenderly kisses you and caresses your chin until you both pull away for air.

“I’ll see you later, Y/N,” he kisses your cheek sweetly; he strides into his apartment and closes the door softly; you’re left staring at his door with a broad smile.

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judgementdaysunshine · 6 months

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From this prompt list,

Can I have prompt 16 with Rhea? Please and thank you my sunshine 💘

Absolutely my sugar plum!

Not ever

Pairing: Rhea Ripley x Fem reader

Description: You're afraid of Rhea leaving you after losing your big match against Iyo Sky

You felt terrified as you walked backstage towards the Judgement Day locker room after your match against Iyo Sky hesitating to open the door as you stop an inch away from the door. This match was big for you ensuring a spot to be considered for Payback in two months which would be a big moment for you in your career especially since you've turned heel earlier this year, you walk in holding your head down ashamed of yourself even though you had the win had it not been for Bayley interfering and iyo managing to reverse your pin ensuring she won with help leaving you frustrated and overwhelmed with anxiety of losing everything you had worked for this whole year trying to keep the tears from pouring as you walk in the bathroom and shower not able to hold your emotions in anymore as you quietly sob hoping none of them would hear but that thought disappears when you turn to see the shower curtain moved open seeing Rhea in her normal clothes. "Baby, don't be hard on yourself you were gonna win and they took it from you" she turns the water off taking time to dry you off before wrapping you in the towel and holding you in her arms "I know I messed up...just go ahead and leave me kick me out I know that's what will happen" she looks at you confused and a bit stunned as more tears flowed down your face "Where's all this coming from possum?" your heart melts at the term of endearment as your anxiety takes it's tight hold "I messed up, I don't have a belt or title...I'm not enough to be a part of this faction or family...I know you're mad" she holds your face in her hands "Sweetie, you are always enough for this family and the group we all have bad matches sometimes" you put one of rhea's shirts and a pair of shorts on as you shake with quiet cries hurting rhea's heart "You've worked hard nonstop you need a break, your our family and whether you win or lose a match your still family" she wipes tears as she places a kiss on your forehead "I'm not leaving you, not now not ever and all of us are always by your side because that's what family does, I love you babe". You lay your head in the crook of her neck quietly crying until you couldn't anymore splashing water on your face and calming down thanks to rhea before walking back out finding the boys standing in the locker room worried instantly smiling and relieved when they see you all of them hugging you tightly and the five of you interlocking pinkies as part of the family promise you all made together before all of you left for dinner and to rest feeling exhausted from the match and your emotions draining you but you know that despite the devastating loss you still had the love of your life and your family no matter what making you feel enough and human.

#wwe #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley #wwe x reader

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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A- Aftercare

A/N- I’m happy to finally start this series of fics 🥰 for those of you not aware, this is a series i’ve started based on my personal NSFW alphabet for Eddie, and i’m writing a fic based on every single letter! I’m going to try my best and have one out at least once a week, though that is subject to change based on how long the newest fic might be :p

Genre- Fluff, Light smut

Warnings- descriptions of p in v sex, mentions of urinating (not kink related)

Tag List- @imagine-all-the-imagines @whiplaaaaaaaaash @ladyapplejackdnd @tayhar811 @wistfulwisteriawitch @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @zoeyquinn94 (crossed out names wouldn’t let me tag)

Words- 2.0k

Eddie loosened his hand from around your neck as soon as he felt your legs start to tremble as they were wrapped around his waist, and with one last cry of his name your toes curled as you felt your orgasm wash over you like a thick blanket in the dead of winter.

Eddie was surprised that you let him get as rough as he did with you, and though it wasn’t like you hadn’t let him be rough before, this time it was something different.

The overstimulation, the restraints, the constant edging and teasing until he finally slid himself into you with such force that it made your knuckles turn white as you tried to escape the handcuffs around your wrists. The tears pricking at your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure only made him want to go faster and faster until your moans and whines were drowned out by the creaking bed frame beneath you.

You never wanted it to end, and when he finally agreed to uncuff your hands from the headboard your arms wrapped around him, nails clawing at his back and your fingers tangling into his hair as you held him so closely against you. His hand slowly moving up from teasing at your clit to caress the soft skin of your tummy, then your breasts, finally making its way around your neck to keep you held in place.

You knew Eddie would never hurt you intentionally, and he knew that if he ever did anything to cause you harm it would tear him up inside, but there was something you loved about him taking total control in the bedroom. How he bosses you around and made you do each and every thing he asked of you, making sure to give praise whenever he could tell you were getting too overstimulated. How he’d keep you tied down and have his way with you and watch you writhe beneath him as his hands and mouth teased over your body so gently. How he’d always stop immediately as you asked him to, even with the safe word in place he’d always stop whatever it was that he was doing if he felt like he was going too far.

Your shaky breaths were music to his ears as his hand slid up from your neck to hold your cheek, tilting your head up ever so slightly to place a gentle kiss onto your lips.

It was moments like these that made him see how in love with you he really was.

The two of you were soulmates, and it was clear to everyone else who saw your relationship from the sidelines. You were always together, and when you weren’t you were on each other’s minds nonstop. You had shared so many beautiful memories together from going to your first concert, to reconciling after your first argument. Relationships were never going to be perfect, but the two of you knew that yours was.

He admired the way your skin glowed after sex, the combination of the blood flow to your cheeks and the thin layer of sweat beneath you made you sparkle in the darkness of his bedroom. The way your eyes glazed over as they finally opened up to look at him after being clenched shut for so long. The way you still held onto him for dear life even after the deed was done, keeping him inside you just to feel his warmth for as long as you could, your fingers tracing little patterns over his back as he relaxed himself on top of you.

He loved to be held.

His head rested in the crook of your neck, littering the few spots of your collarbone that he could reach with kisses and ‘i love you’s’ scattered in between. Your chest was heaving as you caught your breath, and he rested himself back above you,

“You alright sweetheart? I wasn’t too rough was i?”

He brushed the hair away from your face as it stuck to your temples.

You were still too overwhelmed to speak, your orgasm still flowing through your veins like waves. You shook your head as closed your eyes once again, and Eddie smiled down at you as he placed a kiss to your forehead,

“Does baby girl need a minute?”

You slowly nodded, your arms and legs slowly relaxing themselves from around Eddie’s figure let him know that you needed a few minutes to recollect yourself.

Eddie gave you another kiss on the forehead before slowly sliding himself out of you, the soreness and sudden emptiness between your legs made you groan to readjust yourself in his bed.

He slipped the condom off and tied it before tossing it into the trash and searching the floor of his bedroom for your clothes, stepping back into the sweats he had on earlier. He watched over you as you laid in bed and smiled once again as he draped one of the blankets over you, tucking you in just a bit before taking a seat on the edge next to you, his hand petting over your forehead to soothe and calm you,

“I’ll be back in a few minutes, ok angel?”

Your eyes opened to him once again and saw the sweet smile across his lips, his deep chocolate brown eyes looking so deeply into yours to make sure that you were alright made a wave of relaxation wash over you. Your lips curled into a soft smile as you nodded once more.

He stood up and stretched from his place on the bed as he walked over to his stereo, keeping the volume low to not disturb you as the first track of Iron Maiden’s album Killers softly played in the background. He slowly made his way to the bedroom door, making sure to keep himself quiet as he slipped through and carefully closed it.

As much as he loved laying with you in bed after sex, he knew that sometimes you just needed a bit of alone time afterwards to recollect yourself and let the high of your orgasm die down a bit so he didn’t overstimulate you again.

As you lay in his bed, eyes closed, your breath finally slowing down to an even pace, you listened to every little sound that came from the trailer.

You could hear Eddie’s footsteps as he wandered back and forth from the bathroom, to the kitchen, then to the living room and back. You heard the faucet turn on and off and the trickling of water as it splashed into the sink. You heard Eddie approaching closer to the door and as you heard the click of the handle your eyes opened once again to see Eddie making his way back over to you, a glass of water in hand and a small washcloth draped over his arm.

“Here angel, sit up,” He placed the glass of water and towel onto his nightstand as he slowly helped you sit yourself up onto his bed, groaning as the soreness in your core started to feel more and more uncomfortable as his arm went around you, “good girl. Drink some water ok?” He reached over and grabbed the glass that rested on his nightstand, handing it to you as he took the washcloth into the other hand.

As you sipped at the glass in your hand, Eddie moved the washcloth over your clavicle. It was warm, comforting, and he knew how much you hated the sticky feeling of sweat and saliva over your skin. With every sip you took, he slowly moved the cloth over different parts of your body.

Eddie made sure to wipe over every spot on your body, moving slowly from your clavicle to your chest, over your tummy and thighs, brushing your hair to the side to get your shoulders and back. He was trying to be as gentle as he could with you, treating your body as if it was made of glass.

As he finished cleaning your body, he carefully took the now empty glass from your hand and placed it along with the washcloth back onto his nightstand, his arm wrapping over your shoulder and slowly bringing you into him to rest you head onto his shoulder,

“How are you feeling?”

Your eyes peeked up to him through your lashes and a gentle smile tugged at your lips,

“Dirty…”

The two of you shared a quiet laugh together, admiring the intimacy of once again being so close and gentle with one another after another night of Eddie’s dominance.

A gentle kiss was placed onto your temple as Eddie stood up once again, his arms maneuvering their way around your body, one behind your back and the other hooked underneath your legs as he picked you up into his arms,

“Let’s get you cleaned up then angel.”

You giggled to yourself as Eddie slowly carried you into the bathroom across the hall, keeping you held in his arms as he reached over and turned the faucet on for the bath. He set you onto the toilet and quickly left to give you a bit of privacy,

“Go. You know you need to. I’ll be back in a minute with a towel ok?”

You nodded as Eddie shut the door once again.

You quietly groaned as the pressure released from your abdomen, and though the running water from the bath faucet helped to soothe you, the slight uncomfortable burning from between your legs made you wince before taking a deep breath as you finished. You reached over and grabbed a strip of toilet paper to clean yourself off, Eddie knocking on the door a few times to check on you as he heard the toilet flush.

“All finished sweetheart?”

He poked his head through the door and you nodded, trying your best to stand up, using the sink counter to give you a bit of leverage but Eddie could see you struggling to hold yourself up. He set the towel down onto the counter and quickly came to your aid, grabbing your arm to help keep you stood up,

“It’s alright, i got you,” He slung your arm around his neck and held the other one to walk you closer to the shower, a gentle laugh escaping his lips, “I really wore you out, didn’t i?”

You giggled and you slowly made your way closer to the bathtub, Eddie reached over to pull the tab on top of the faucet and as the water started to pour from the shower head, he reached one hand out to check it. He reached his hand down and pulled off his grey sweats, stepping out of them and tossing them away to the other side of the bathroom floor as he helped you into the shower.

Though your legs were still sore and wobbly, Eddie made sure to hold you up as much as he could, keeping your arms around his neck as his hands held your hips to keep you in place as he shut the curtain to the shower.

Your eyes slowly shut and you exhaled as the warm water hit your back, soothing the bit of soreness in your legs as it ran down your body. Eddie’s hands slowly rubbed over your back, pulling you just a bit closer into him as he held you.

You held each other for a moment, Eddie’s head rested atop yours, and your ear was to his chest, listening to his heartbeat and the sounds of the water hitting the drain. One of Eddie’s hands made their way up into your hair, brushing his fingers through it as it became wetter and wetter.

“How do you feel sweetheart? Better?”

You nodded against his chest and he smiled, leaning down to kiss the top of your head,

“Let’s just stay here for a while, ok?”

You nodded against him once more.

Eddie would do anything for you just to make sure you were feeling better after a particularly rough night, though moments like these were the ones he cherished the most.

The intimacy of being so close to one another, each of you so full of love and adoration for the other that it felt like you were the only two people on earth. He didn’t care about anything else in those moments other than you, needing you to know how much he really cared for you.

He always knew how to take care of you.

#stranger things #stranger things 4 #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x yn #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson smut

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humanitys-strongest-bamf · 10 months

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firstly: CONGRATS ON 1K!!! you are so beyond deserving, and we are all so appreciative of you <3 i have a submission for the event....i have to see what you do with "the night we met" by lord huron. canonverse. i want to be in pain LOL. lyrics to focus on:

"when the night was full of terror / and your eyes were filled with tears / when you had not touched me yet / take me back to the night we met / i had all and then most of you / some and now none of you / take me back to the night we met / i don't know what i'm supposed to do / haunted by the ghost of you / take me back to the night we met"

sorry if that's too many lyrics it's just what i think would work well but i lay all creative freedom over to you i think this could be a goodie (and an ouchie lol)

I DID IT AGAAAAIN i got so into it that this turned into a oneshot LMAO

i need emotional support, this made me so fucking sad (im not sorry btw)

Take Me Back | 1K Follower Event | Canonverse Angst Oneshot

✧ word count ➼ 1.2k ✧ notes ➼ canonverse, angst, post-liberio raid, i'm crying, levi deserves so much better

"This pollen is doing nothing but make me sneeze."

You glanced back at Levi and rolled your eyes.

"Oh don't be such a baby," you muttered as you continued to lead him forward. "You have a cravat for a reason, don't you?"

Levi looked almost offended at your suggestion.

"It's part of the uniform, it's not a fucking handkerchief," he scolded with a frown.

"Well, you're free to leave."

He scoffed.

"No, I'm not. If I leave, you're just going to nag at me nonstop once you get home."

"This is correct," you said with a shrug.

He stopped walking and frowned at you.

You groaned.

"Just shut up and follow, won't you?"

He grumbled quietly to himself as he followed behind in your footsteps again.

After a minute or two of walking in comfortable silence, you arrived at a field of flowers that was isolated off from the rest of the forest. There was a small flowing river that resulted from a waterfall.

When Levi looked over at you again, he saw a small smile on your face as you looked up at the waterfall and then back towards him.

"I was out exploring one day and found this area. It got me thinking."

You took his hand and walked him through the field.

"Now that we know what's outside the Walls," you spoke softly, almost as if you were too shy to suggest what was on your mind, "and once we're no longer worrying about Marley invading or Titans, we should go explore."

"Explore?"

"You know, just go on a vacation that's just us and doesn't have a motive other than just spending time with each other."

You had previously been at Marley for a few months, and although you appreciated that time, it still felt like work. You found yourself longing for a true vacation, one with no strings attached, where it was just you and him. Where you didn't have to be a soldier scouting out enemy territory, and where he could be just Levi.

He was quiet as he listened to you speak. His eyes never left you. He watched you walk as the wind swept through your hair and he found his gaze softening as he imagined the day in which you would be able to go on that journey together.

Levi sighed to himself as he opened his eyes again as that memory faded. He was standing in that same field of flowers. The waterfall and river was still flowing in front of him. The pollen was still making his nose annoyingly itchy.

However, instead of having you next to him, he only had the memory of you to hold onto—that, and the makeshift grave he had made for you to memorialize you.

You had fallen during the raid in Liberio and they were unable to recover your body. As a result, he was forced to make a grave for you that involved some of your old mobility gear and the Scout insignia on your uniform jacket that you had worn before the Scouts transitioned to their new uniforms.

His eyes fell on the symbol that was supposed to depict the wings of freedom, but that wasn't what his mind was processing. He was pulling up the memory about the very first time that he laid his eyes on you.

He remembered that night being absolutely filled the terror, with everyone's fears accumulating together as the town attempted to flee from an incoming Titan attack. He saw you and that your eyes were filled with tears, but also with anger and determination.

Levi tried to get you out, as he did with every civilian, so he could clear out the Titans, but you refused his help, continuing to ramble about destroying the Titans yourself.

He thought you were an annoying little shit at the time, but now he longed for the opportunity to place his eyes on you for the first time again, no matter how irritating you were to him at the time.

He longed to go back to the night you first met. He longed for the first time you touched, the first time you kissed, and the first time you took that step to officially be intimate with each other. He longed for all of those things that were now nothing but memories.

At that time, he had all of you and that was more than enough for him. You were the one place that he could call home. He didn't have to mask in front of you. He was safe to explore who he was outside of Humanity's Strongest™ when he was around you—but now he had none of you.

Levi Ackerman felt a void that he could not get rid of. It made him feel like something was stuck in his throat that would cut his breathing off from time to time. He felt like he was holding his breath, waiting for good news that he knew wasn't coming.

It was better when he was working or thinking about the war, but the down time in between was absolutely miserable. He found himself commonly coming to the graveyard that he had made for you. Some small part of him had hoped that if he came here enough times, it'd get easier for him to pass the time.

It didn't.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

He couldn't move on. He couldn't bear the thought of never seeing or thinking about you again—but every time he came back, he was in agony.

Levi was haunted by the ghost of you. He felt you everywhere he went. He felt you next to him during those restless nights. He felt you whenever he would get home to an empty house.

It was partially due to the guilt he resented himself for having since he couldn't save you. Of all the people he swore to protect, he could not do it for the person that mattered most to him.

He grieved the fact that there were so many things he wanted to say to you that he couldn't get himself to—and now it was too late.

He had spent weeks waiting for news regarding you miraculously surviving, but he knew the truth. He had known the whole time that you were gone—he just didn't want to admit it until now.

Levi sighed as he sat down in that field of flowers in front of the grave he had made for you.

It was getting late into the night. It was dark and quiet. If he shut his eyes, he could imagine you breathing next to him, relaxing in that field that you had shown him on that one day that he had now imprinted into his memory. The rushing of the waves masked the silence and allowed him to imagine you whispering to him to wait for you to come home and to hold onto hope.

He didn't want to leave that moment—even if he knew that it ultimately wasn't real.

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 2 years

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Hi!! I loved your techxreader stuff so I hope I can make a request. I know you’re busy but if you’re inspired to write one day, maybe you can have a go. Tech and reader first time making out? Or getting horrible menstrual cramps in the middle of the night, you don’t want to wake tech but he wakes anyway and takes care of you? Thank you! 🙏❤️

(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Taken Care Of

(Author’s Note: Thank you for the request! I assume you are okay with either/or prompt, so I just went with the second one! I hope you enjoy!

Happy Belated Tech Tuesday

Word Count: 647)

It was a well-known fact that Tech didn't sleep like the others did.

Well, of course he slept.

Just nowhere near as much as he should.

This happened to be one of the evenings that he did manage to fall asleep at a decent hour. It had been a very long, long couple of days. The pilot had been working on the Marauder nonstop over the course of the Batch's most recent assignment given to them by Cid. There were just so many emergency repairs needed because of all the messy situations the crew landed themselves in.

Finally, you and the squad had completed the objective and were traveling through hyperspace. The ship had grown quiet as each Batcher drifted off to a much-needed sleep. Everyone was resting, as a matter of fact, to the low and steady hum of the ship. Everyone except you.

You held back another whimper as you braced yourself on the sink of the refresher. It was those awful cramps keeping you up. Normally, you would have avoided bothering anyone and gotten something to ease the pain, but Tech had recently reorganized things. Unfortunately, you weren’t entirely sure where he stashed the pain meds. And with him fast asleep for the first time in two days, you really, really didn’t want to wake him.

Part of you figured the cramps would subside and that you’d be able to go back to sleep after that. Your hopes were dashed as the pangs grew more frequent and more painful, lingering for a greater length of time. It was getting ridiculous, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

Occasional whimpers turned into a steady flow of tears as you endured miserably. It was hard to tell how much time had passed. The pain made the night go so slowly.

There was a knock at the refresher door.

“_______?”

“Tech? Did I wake you up?” you asked, panicked. “I thought I was quiet enough.”

“No, I happened to be up.” There was a brief pause. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just...uh... It’s that time of the month, and-” you winced “-I’m dealing with cramps. Like, bad ones.”

It was quiet on the other end of the door before you heard a muffled “be right back” as he walked away. You sniffled, clutching your bloated tummy with one hand as another cramp tensed in your lower abdomen. Your aching body took heart in the relief that was brought on by simply hearing Tech’s voice, though guilt gnawed at you that he was no longer resting.

Moments later, there was another knock, this one gentler. “May I enter?”

“Sure.”

Tech slipped into the refresher with you, a glass of water in one hand. “I’m regretful that you aren’t feeling well this evening, dear. But I will do what I can to help.”

“I didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled, sniffling. “You need to sleep, Tech.”

“And I shall, after you are taken care of. You are no bother to me, ________. As I said before, I happened to be up anyway.”

His words helped put you at ease a little, though not completely. Tech waited patiently as you took the pain meds and washed it down with a gulp of water.

A sharp cramp made you jump, and Tech gently wound his arm around your form as you set the empty glass of water down on the sink. “It won’t be long now. The pills should take effect shortly.”

Suddenly, you felt tired.

You weren’t sure if it was the promise of relief, the soothing voice that delivered the news, or the warmth that enveloped you as you pressed against Tech’s side... But your eyelids grew heavy while a big yawn escaped you.

There were still pangs of pain, but they eventually dulled until you didn’t feel them anymore as Tech held you in his arms.

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This is just a ‘what if’ thing with Lay, or Ghostlay/Glay.

Glay is a ghost version of Lay Copperbottom. They died from their ‘parents’ by hitting their head over and over again until they stop moving. At that time, Chris came back and ‘visited’ with Charles and Hubert Galeforce. Those parents was then put to a high security jail for the rest of their life, as maybe death after a week. Chris was then adopted by Galeforce and keeping the scarf he give them.

Lay return back to earth as a ghost, and begin to call themselves Glay. They were then found by Kai and begin to live with her. Due to their parents keep hitting them on the head, Glay have some very bad memories problem. They will forget almost everything after a week, so they always carries a book for two with them. So in this Au, Glay never met the Toppats Clan.

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Glay is wearing a yellow sweater with a red heart to the right.(Or… your left) This sweater belongs to Chris, which’s why it’s oversized. Glay didn’t remember most of their past, only a little bit. They remember Chris but didn’t remember what he looks and sound like. All they know is he’s their big brother.

Glay will melt under the rain but not snow. Their body temperature is very low. If you want to hug or touch Glay, you might want to wear some jacket and glove first, or else you’re getting froze-bite. Glay’s tear will flow nonstop. You can try to wipe them away but it will reform. Whenever Glay cried, more tears will come. Glay is innocent, curious, and kind little ghost. They can be scary if they want.

Glay can no longer use magic borrow, since they’re dead. They still have strings magic and talking with other spirits and ghost but no longer reset like Henry. They died at the age of 8.

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What if...? Duskwood Chapter 43

Chapter 42 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

*Macie POV*

I try to focus on Jake's heartbeat to relax. What had happened had made me too nervous. It was the second time that he went after my friend. The second time he went for Jessy...

And after that, there was Dan. Confessing to me that it was he who had reported Phil to the police. I haven't told Jake about it because I think it's something for Dan to fix, not us. This is something he must face himself. The worst thing that hit me was that he doubted Jake. I could have told him that he was with me the moment it happened, also worried about Jessy watching the screen. We both couldn't do anything. And Jake just comforted me. But if I had told him, he would surely rat him out as Phil, knowing he doesn't like him very much.

And that's when things get worse again. When reading the group chat.

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Thomas We have a problem The car tires have been slashed

Macie BOTH CARS?!

Thomas Yes I was about to get them When I notice

Macie Looks like you’re going to have stay in the cabin for a bit longer...

Dan Great

Macie Can you do something about it Thomas?

Thomas I’ve a spare tire on my car But he slashed all four tires ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I pinch the bridge of my nose, letting out a long breath. "What is wrong?" Jake asks me, scared. "Nothing serious, it's just" I show him the conversation ": No car…" I see how he massages his temples. The kidnapper had trapped them in the cabin in the forest. With this now no one could go to Grimrock. But neither will they return until the next morning. "Well" Jake sighs, a little relieved ", at least none of them will be going to face Michael." "And knowing that Dan has shot him twice, I don't think he'll come back either..." Jake nods, placing a kiss on my head. I smile and return to the conversation. Dan has gone offline to go drinking. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Have you heard from Alan or Jake?

Macie I'm still waiting

Thomas I’ve been staring at this stream nonstop...

Macie Something has happened?

Thomas No Nothing I just think what if Michael suddenly appears there And takes revenge for what we did to him...

Macie No he won't do that Dan shot him twice

Thomas I'll see if I can do something with the cars

Macie Good luck with that. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“I'm going to the bathroom to wash my face a bit.” I say, getting up off from Jake. "Let me know if you need anything." he tells me with a worried voice. I smiled at him leaving a small kiss on the lips before leaving.

I going into the bathroom, put the phone on the sink and turned on the faucet, letting the cold water run so I could clear my head. I stay for a while looking at myself in the mirror. At least I've stopped shaking... I never thought this would happen. It was just about finding a kidnapped girl. If I hadn't replied to Thomas' message, would all this have happened? Had he decided to go after them? Or am I just the trigger for them to suffer? I guess the positive is having Jake by my side. As always, I think about how things would be if I were alone... Surely... I wouldn't have endured it...

I rest my elbows on the sink, bringing my hands to my head. I just wanted to investigate as I always have, without getting involved in this way: Read the clues, analyze them, look for a contradiction... Not that everyone was involved and threatened. It's all my fault...

I listen to the message notification and sit up, wiping away the small tears of stress that had flowed from me. It was that unknown again... ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Unknown Macie There is a hatch in the ground close to the waterfall at the Grimrock Beneath that is a tunnel which leads to the iron splinter mine That’s where Hannah and Richy are ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look puzzled at the message, now what's the point? To play the saint after what he has done? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie Why are you telling me this?

Unknown I will let them both go Under one condition

Macie What is the condition?

Unknown I want you to come ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I read and read his response, not believing what I'm reading. Why do you want me to go now? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie What?

Unknown Nobody will get hurt

Macie You can’t be serious Do you really think I believe you?! AFTER EVERYTHING YOU'VE DONE TO US?!

Unknown Come to the Grimrock and they’re free to go ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

He logs out and I stare at the last message from him. If I go to Grimrock, I can save Hannah... If I go to Grimrock, the nightmare will end...

I leave the bathroom and walk slowly to the bed, never taking my eyes off the screen. "Are you better?" Jake asks me, although I ignore him. "Macie?" I sit on the bed and hit the chat group. I had no time to lose with this, tango to tell him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie There’s news ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The first to connect are Thomas and Cleo. "Macie, what is going on?" Jake asks me again, but I don't dare answer him. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Thomas Did Alan get back to you?

Macie Wait until everyone is connected ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jessy, Lilly and Dan finally connect. "What just happened?" He squats in front of me, but I avoid his gaze. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Lilly What’s happened?

Jessy You're scaring me, Macie 🙁

Macie Ok so here’s the deal I'm supposed to go to Grimrock To the iron splinter mine, to be precise He wants to swap out his hostages for me Apparently ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I look forward to their messages, but instead a group video call skips over. I look at Jake and signal for him to be quiet. "Macie, tell me what-" I accept the call and the first to yell at the screen is Jessy. "WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO GO TO THE IRON MINE?!" I see how little by little Jake's face is changing. He is angry. Not with me, obviously. "Is this a bad joke?" Dan asks, clearly angry as well. "I'm afraid he's being serious…" Jake starts typing on his phone and shows it to me. (Why did not you tell me?) I make a sign for him to wait a moment. "But why would he want that?" Cleo asks, clearly concerned. "I hoped you might be able to tell me." Silence is made. I see their faces, how they start to think about this situation. Jake sits up and runs a hand through his hair. Highly strung. "And what are you going to do, Macie?" Thomas asks me, seeming to accept the situation. Everyone looks at Thomas in bewilderment, even he stops Jake from walking the room to make a 'did he really just ask you that?' face. "Huh, what?" Dan begins to raise his voice little by little "What a stupid question." “I wasn't talking to you, Dan." "Well, I want to hear your opinion first" I replied, trying to maintain my composure ". It's very important." Jake continues to glare at the situation. "What’s this crap?" Dan continues with his voice raised, almost sounding like my father. "There's nothing to talk about! You’re not gonna listen to him!" "Exactly!" Jessy exclaims, agreeing with Dan. Jake is typing on his phone again. (Macie, listen to them, please.) I take a deep breath. So far, I haven't been able to do anything. I know it didn't go well when I went over to Michael's, but maybe if I meet with him, I might be able to get him to turn himself in. “I'm seriously considering it.” I finally say. I watch Jake as he makes motions with his hand, refusing. (You are not going.) "What?" Jessy looks at me puzzled "No!" "I’m against it!" Dan yells again. “I don't think there is going to be a vote, Dan.” Cleo explains. "Fine!" He exclaims "I'm still against it!" I shake my head, ignoring Jake. He better than anyone must understand that all this is because I’m with them. I want to sacrifice myself for everyone. "Are other opinions?" (Yes! Mine! You are not going!) "There's no way we can trust Michael" Jessy is now speaking more calmly, to make me see reason ". If he really wanted to let Hannah and Richy go, then he’d just do it! What is he hoping to gain from you coming to Grimrock?!" I bite the inside of my cheek and look more calmly at Jake this time. Little by little I try to clarify. Shit... Maybe it's true... What's in it for him if I go? Get revenge? I really have nothing to do with all this, if I'm honest, I'm not involved in Jennifer's story, I have nothing to do with Hannah, and I’m not from Duskwood... Just someone who has been investigating and... That's all... Someone who has been chasing him. But there is nothing personal behind all this. "I don't know…" I finally answered with a sigh. I see Jake relax at my words and my calm. Seeing that it's true, that going would get nothing. “Michael threatened to kill us all” Cleo waves a hand, encompassing everyone “, maybe he thinks this is his last chance to kill you, Macie." "After he screwed up so badly with us?" Dan laughs "I doubt it." Again, the very thought that he actually went to the house for me crosses my mind. He was waiting for me to be there. He wanted to scare us all. I doubt again. My head spins a lot at this idea. (Macie, hang up now and let's talk about this, now.) "No... I don't know..." I answer, even more confused. They all have a good point. It’s better that I don't go… Right? “What exactly did he say to you, Macie?” Lilly asks me. Her look gives me a lot of pain, I think she's even more worried than Jessy, “He wants me to come to him“ I began to answer, slowly, lost in my doubts “, and he said nobody would get hurt.“ "Haha!" Dan laughs sarcastically “You’re killing me... That you listen to him now!“ Jake sighs. Indeed, he is on his side, how could I believe that? "He also told me where Hannah and Richy were…" “I hope you told him that he can take his offer and stick it. “ "I didn't say anything...“ Silence falls, and I see Jake sit on the bed next to me, thinking. "What if we all go together?" Cleo breaks the silence. It would be a good idea, but... "I don't know if you've noticed the condition I'm in currently" Dan chides “. But I'm not exactly up for a cross country hike.“ "You're right and I had forgot about our tires...“ We remain silent again, thinking of a solution. For now we can only wait for Alan to contact us.

Jake, still nervous, gets up from the bed, walking over to the computer. I see how he puts his hands to his head and moves his leg nervously. "Where exactly does Michael want to meet you?" Lilly asks. "By the Grimrock waterfalls..." Actually, I'm the only person here in Duskwood of them. It would be easy for me to go, right? I mean… But they're also right… God! What I do?! "Macie" I look up at my phone, listening to Thomas ", please meet Michael’s demand.“

Everyone starts yelling at him and I stare at the screen. As crazy as it sounds, thinking it's the only option we have. "Are you nuts?!" Dan yells at him. Jake walks over again and writes quickly. (Don't listen to him! Don't think about it!) "Thomas!" Jessy yells at him. "You can't ask that of her!" "And what if he’s telling the truth?!" Thomas asks. "Which he isn't!" Dan answers. "WHAT IF HE’S REALLY GOING TO LET THEM GO?!" "WHICH HE DEFINITELY WON'T!" Dan answers, raising his voice more than him. "You don’t know that!" Thomas yells, desperate “Macie, listen to me“ I look in Thomas's screen “, you could save Hannah and Richy this way!“ (Don't listen to him Macie!) “You could finally end it!“ I get more and more nervous. On one hand, it's true, I'm the only person who can save them! "Do you think I don't know that?!" I yell at the screen, holding back tears of nerves. (Hang up NOW!) "As much as I want Hannah and Richy back, we can't just risk this" Lilly responds to Thomas' request, "Macie shouldn't risk it!" “Macie! “ I look back at Thomas, seeing pain in his eyes. He wants Hannah back. To the person he loves “Please…“ I start to shake with so much pressure. Should I… Should I accept? I should go? "I..." "I beg you, Macie! Go rescue them!" And before I can give my answer, something unexpected happens. "Thomas" I look at Jake who has spoken, standing firmly in front of me. His gaze is clearly directed at Thomas if he were in front of him. I see that he is clenching his hands tightly “. Enough. “ He doesn't scream. He is not exalted and even so, it imposes to see him that way. I watch as Thomas pales and falls silent, not following through on his requests. "Jake!" I whisper his name, scared that they've heard. "Who is that?" I hear Jessy's voice through the phone “Macie! Are you OK?! “ "Did Jake just whisper?" I now hear Cleo say. "HEY! MACIE! ANSWER IF YOU ARE OKAY!" Dan yells, worried. "Macie? A word." Jake looks at me seriously, defiantly. I swallow and end the call, leaving my phone on the bed.

Jake sits next to me, placing his arms in his lap. Looking down at the ground. There's quite a bit of tension right now. “We must talk about Michael's demand.” he finally says to himself. "Yes" I answer, a little uncomfortable by this conversation ", we do." Jake sighs, finally looking up. "I can only see one plausible explanation for Michael's demand" He looks at me calmly or… I want to believe “. He wants to somehow complete his plan in this way… but I have no clue why it has to be you. “ "He told me about the iron splinter of his own accord" I replied, hugging myself “. I think… I think he trusts me. “ "At least that is what he wants you to believe" He runs a hand through his hair, hesitating ". He attacked you." “Maybe he changed his mind because of my messages. “ I answer quickly “Do you think that could be the sudden change? “ "I do not think this offer was a part of his initial plan" he explains, now ignoring my gaze to think “. He is now changing direction due to the circumstances. “ “You mean because Dan shot him." "Yes." We stayed silent, a few centimeters apart. It's like having that barrier between us again. I need his support in the decision that I’m taking seriously. "The…" I start to say, afraid "The others expect me to go." "No, Macie" he looks at me harshly ", nobody could expect such sacrifice from you" He places his hands on my shoulders, breaking the barrier ". Thomas may have got carried away by the current events and I think he is not aware of the consequences this decision would encompass." I get up from the bed, pulling me away to think. It is just what it is. A sacrifice. All I have done is risk the group from the beginning, take them to the extreme. With our investigations, I have made a madman torment me for wanting to help a simple person. To send a poor mother threatening letters. I have to stop it. "I think I've made my decision" I replied, letting out a sigh. I turn to face him, decisively ". I'm going to the iron mine. I will accept the request." "Macie, please listen to me" Jake stands up, moving closer to me "I cannot say why Michael has made this offer all of a sudden" he places his hands on my arms, squeezing carefully "but I can say with certainty that it is merely a trap." "I just have to take that risk" I replied, avoiding raising my voice, "I have to." “Macie, I can understand that you want to help Hannah and Richy” he looks directly into my eyes “but this is not the right way." "Jake, he turned to me" I try to explain calmly, to make him see reason ". That just has to mean something” I push his hands away slowly ". You can't change my mind." I go for my phone, but Jake grabs my wrist. Not squeezing hard, but hard enough to make him drop the phone. “I cannot allow you to put yourself in danger.” he says harshly. "Jake…" I sigh and when he lets go, I place my hands on his face, caressing him lovingly, "We have to see this as an opportunity!" He tenses his jaw, stopping to look at me, but I force him to look me in the eye "I can end it!" "It is far too great risky!" He yells nervously and I back off, to which he grabs my hands worried for having scared me "Listen, there is no way Michael will keep his word."

This all started with a simple message. A message I received, asking me to help rescue Hannah. Her sister. The most important person in the world for him. What he has risked for his safety. "You could get Hannah back!" I exclaim, controlling not to cry because of the pressure I'm receiving from everyone "Jake! You could see your sister again!" "It is not about Hannah! It is all about you!" I see how he controls himself now for not crying. His green eyes shine bright. And what I see reflected in it is me. And I don't mean that literally, metaphorically. His words are directed at me "He already tried to kill you once! I could lose you, Macie! I could lose you for real this time!" I try to breathe calmly, intertwining our fingers. I look at the ground, afraid of what I'm going to do. I promised myself that for Jake I would do anything. This was the moment. “You asked me to take this path with you until the end…” I say slowly, remembering those words when he comforted me after watching Richy supposedly die. Despite everything... Despite all his imperfections and his mistakes, I want him to be happy "Today I'm the one asking you to do the same" Jake shakes his head ". Please…. Please Jake" I stroke his hair and swallow nervously "don't make it more difficult for me than it already is…" He tilts his head, pressing his forehead to mine. I close my eyes and sigh as I feel Jake's fingers slowly caress my face, leaving nothing to go. "I…" he begins to speak, slowly "I cannot lose you…." He whispers, close to my lips "Macie, you are…" He takes a breath and I can feel how he trembles. He separates a little to be able to see my eyes, that when I look at him, I see that his expression of sweetness is there, as well as that of concern "You are all that matters." I try to control myself so as not to fall to the ground when I hear him speak. Everything had changed. He hasn't said that Hannah matters. I'm the one that matters. I’m important to him now. Hannah may be too, but he told me it's me. I hug him and he hugs me back.

*Jake POV*

When I heard that Michael had asked him to go to the iron mine, the fear ran through my body again. This man, Michael, was not going to stop until he had her back in his hands. I cannot let her be taken from me, I cannot lose her. My sister faded in my mind, I know she is in danger, but I would not risk Macie's life just for Hannah, I could not. In no life would I risk her life to sacrifice herself, before I prefer to risk myself and give mine.

I lift Macie's head up slowly, seeing her bright eyes, wanting to cry over this whole situation. I run my thumb over hers lips and decide to kiss her, slowly. She responds a bit doubtfully, surely, believing that I am doing it to convince her, but it is not like that. Besides, I have already made the decision for her. I am not going to risk her.

Macie's cell phone rings. Surely impatient to know what we are talking about. Only right now, we are taking a pause. Stopping the world as she wants. Macie pulls away slowly, looking at me with a small smile. "You've made Thomas speechless…" she says with a laugh. "I could not let him continue" I finally answered ". I could not let him keep talking to you like that." She nods and goes to get the phone. But first, she looks at me. "What do we do?" She asks, a little doubtful "They've heard you, they know you're here." “I will join the conversation as usual” I say determinedly ". I will be by your side if you see that you need me, I will not appear on camera" I approach her and hold her hand ", but I am not going to leave you alone." I kiss her and I hear how she sighs. She nods and stands on her toes to reach me, and I smile and lean in for a quick kiss before we sit on the bed, our backs against the wall, ready for conversation. "Ready?” She asks me, taking my hand. "Ready." Macie answers the call and I stay next to her, but at the same time, as far away as possible so as not to appear on camera. “Not to rush you or anything” Dan says, right after I answer “, but we should get this over and done with." “Excuse us, Jake and I have just finished our conversation." I see how they look a little doubtful, whether to ask or not. In the end it is Jessica who speaks first. "Welcome back." she says, with a slightly uncomfortable look. Macie looks at me and I nod. No problem. Besides, I prefer to keep them under control in case Thomas tries to get nervous again and wants to talk her down again. "Well then, let's get this over with." "Wait Macie" Jessica stops her hurriedly ", we all just talked about the situation and wanted to tell you something before you make your decision." I see her try to smile awkwardly ". So… If you want to hear what we have to say, that is." “Of course I do.” Macie nods. "So…" she takes a breath and continues, "Of course, it’s all up to you if you want to go to the Grimrock or not. But of course, we all feel responsible in some way for your decision” Macie squeezes my hand hard ". You are our friend and we’ve grown to care about you a lot, and you would’nt have ended up in this situation without us” I see Jessica wipe away a tear and continue ". Yes, that's why we ask you not to go." "Thank you" I see her smile, turning to them and then to me "to all of you..." I smile back, now squeezing her hand lovingly. "Michael Hanson is unpredictable and highly dangerous" Cleo reminds the group ". Whatever his goal might be, it's too big to risk." "But what else are we supposed to do?" Macie throws her head back, thoughtful. “We can't just sit around and wait” Thomas says, and I see that he is still a little tense. "Yes, we have to do something…" Jessica looks sadly at the camera. "Unfortunately, I can't think of anything else." They start thinking again.

So this moment remains for me to speak and give them an option in which no one should take risks. Where Macie can be safe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake There is one alternative. I will go into the iron splinter mine. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Huh? You?" I see Dan looking at the screen badly "Wait, wasn't you the one before he told Thomas to shut up? Shall we be quiet now, Hackerboy? Did the cat get our tongue?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake It was a moment of urgency. Thomas was out of control.

It will not happen again, excuse me. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Ha!" He let out a sarcastic laugh "At least you have them well on." "Wait a minute, so is Jake really in Duskwood?" Jessica asks and Lilly looks nervously at the screen "Since when? And why haven't you said anything, Macie?" "No one is going to say anything about it!" Macie answers quickly, nervous. “Well then.” Cleo replies, agreeing to her request. “That’s a bad idea.” Macie looks at me, worried ". I don't want you to go, Jake." I avoid making any physical contact with her seeing how she looks at me. I have to control myself even though what I want to do most is comfort her. “And It’s not going to work, either” Thomas replies, a little more afraid to speak no ". Michael wants Macie.” I control myself not to tell him to shut up again. That option is banned. I am not going to let it happen ". That is the core of his demand. What do you think is going to happen when someone else turns up instead?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I do not want to meet Michael's demand. As I am pretty sure he will not be playing by the rules. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"At least not if he sees you down there." Macie frowns, looking at me angrily. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake The iron splinter mines are gigantic cave system that extend far over 100 kilometers. Most people do not know that parts of it lie below Duskwood, as the main entrance is in Terrendale. But there is another entrance at the Grimrock. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Then we heard that entrance in the transmission?" "You’re right!" Jessica exclaims. “That super creepy noise!" "An entrance to the iron splinter mine at the Grimrock?" Thomas begins to ask, surprised "That’s new to me." "I’ve never heard of it either." Cleo denies. "Me neither." Jessica follows. And they thought of going without having any knowledge. Good thing that when I am interested in a place to hide, I investigate its history and everything that the town contains. At this moment I must know Duskwood better than they do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Michael must have entered the mine through this entrance at the Grimrock. And he demanded that Macie should come to the waterfall at the Grimrock. However, that is not what I will not. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Let me guess” Dan smiles, almost amused “: there's another entrance." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Precisely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"And how is that supposed to help you?" Macie's tone does not change. She is angry. After this call, I am going to disappear for real and not because I want to…. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake As he will be expecting you at the Grimrock, he will be waiting somewhere there, toon. So he will not notice if I enter the mine through another entrance. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Sounds reckless.” Dan raises his eyebrows. I do not know if surprised or really interested in my plan ". I mean, what if you're wrong and Michael is just happily walking through the mine after all?" "How happily will he be walking with his injury?" Macie asks, giving Dan a dirty look now. Surely now she is thinking about the danger I could be in if Michael and, because of Dan, decide to kill me. "You know what I mean." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake Of course, there is some risk involved. I have located the stream’s signal. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie looks at me surprised. I did it when I was waiting for her to come out of the bathroom. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake I know Hannah and Richy approximate whereabouts. Also, during my research, I found a map of the tunnels down there. I will escort both of them from the mine without Michael realizing. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"That sounds feasible." Thomas agrees. Macie shakes her head. Not accepting my request. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake It is the only way. And you know it. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

She sighs and her hand separates from mine, bringing her hand to her lips. Pulling at them. I look at her arching an eyebrow, so that she would stop doing it. She lowers her hand slowly. “There’s no way this will work” she says finally ". But I know he won't listen to me..." I smile and she looks at me badly. She has to accept that I am not capable of letting her take this risk. "I'm all for it." Thomas finally agrees. “Of course you are…” I hear Macie whisper. “Because I think we need to act before Michael changes his mind” Thomas continues. “Yes” Jessica nods “, and this plan is better than sending Macie off into Michael's arms." I am not looking at Macie right now, but I can feel her gaze on me. And she is killing me in a thousand ways in her mind. "I've always been a fan of kamikaze missions." Dan makes the 'Ok' sign with his hand, happy that Macie is not the one taking the risk. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Jake All right. I will get going as quickly as possible. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Macie cuts off her call and I look at her, who, as I already noticed, is killing me with her gaze. I will have to try to make her see reason.

Chapter 44

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A Dream Come True (Chp. 6)

Chapter 6/?: Fateful Encounter

Word Count: 6475

Reader grapples with the grief of her last dream. Driven from her home in search of a sleep aid, she has a run in with someone unexpected.

TW: Depictions of Social Anxiety

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You held the pillow to your face, covering it in hot, choked despair. Sobs shook your form nonstop with endless trembling. Your chest ached with an unbelievable hollowness. It was unlike anything you’d felt before, the pain deep and agonizing. You would’ve done anything to make it stop.

It was hard to breathe, between the crying and the pillow smothering you. You dared not remove it, though. The walls here were thin, and you’d be loath to let anyone hear you weep. You wouldn’t risk showing them such weakness. You curled in on yourself to muffle the crying as best you could.

You were devastated. The agony akin to someone carving out your heart with a crude knife, dulled to cause the most pain possible. You don’t know why you were so upset about it, but something deep inside you cared for your dream Ardyn. Seeing him shunned and tortured by his own brother, his beloved slaughtered before his eyes, his own people betraying him. It made your chest ache with an all encompassing anguish.

You stayed like that for a while, in a fetal position. Your throat burned, more painful than the worst strep throat or mightiest cold, like a carrot peeler had been taken to your esophagus. Your face was covered in tears and saliva, open mouthed sobs allowing depressed fluids to flow freely. Your fingers dug into the plush cushion, holding it in a death grip.

It took you some time before your weeping slowed, pillow completely soaked and ruined. It felt like you’d cried for hours.

Eventually, you were able to calm your breathing. You counted in your head, to the rhythm of gentle breaths. In, out. In, out. It took a lot of effort, but slowly you loosened your stranglehold on the pillow. You still sniffled and hiccuped, but that couldn’t be helped. Your face felt messy from the crying session. You rubbed your eyes to clear some of the residue.

You rolled over to check the time, hoping maybe you had been able to sleep in a little. The nightmare had lasted much too long.

3:12 a.m.

You groaned, flopping back down on your damp sheets. Your sleep cycle was completely destroyed now. You were too upset to fall back asleep, still reeling from what happened. But you also didn’t want to be active so early in the morning, telling your body this was the time to be awake. It meant getting up, or trying in vain to go back to sleep.

Basically, you were screwed.

A depressed sigh left your mouth. You groggily stood, slowly staggering out of your room. You decided you needed something to help you get some rest. You remembered you kept a stash of sleeping pills in your cabinet for emergencies. They would knock you out, and hopefully keep you from having any more vivid dreams. You couldn’t stand the thought of falling asleep only to see the Oracle tortured again. You weren’t sure you could handle it a second time.

Sleeping off how terrible you felt sounded wonderful, granted you didn’t have to deal with any more nightmares.

Reaching the kitchen, the cold tile shocked your bare feet. You hissed as you flicked on a light, groaning and covering your eyes so your pupils could adjust. Once you got used to all the stimulation, you padded over to the right cabinet, opened it and felt around for the bottle of sedatives.

You shoved aside generic stomach relief medicine and cough syrup, reaching your hand deeper and deeper inside. Your brows furrowed, confused when you kept pulling out the wrong medication. Allergy meds and ibuprofen were thrown onto the countertop as you searched. Everything was systematically removed with growing frustration.

Finally fed up, you rose on your toes, staring at the shelf accusingly, scanning for the right bottle.

Gone.

Your face scrunched together in an angry snarl.

Of course you just happened to be out of sleeping pills right now. That was just your luck, really. The one time you desperately needed them, you’d forgotten to restock your stash.

God fucking damnit.

You dropped back down on your heels, trying to think of what to do now. You refused to stay up and wait for natural sleep, still feeling sick and exhausted. Yet your circumstances left you only two options; either try to go back to bed without drug induced help, or walk to a nearby pharmacy and pick up some more pills.

Neither choice was overly pleasing. If you tried to get some rest, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from thinking about what had happened. Your chest still ached and your head still throbbed from crying so hard.

On the other hand, if you wanted more sleeping pills, you would have to walk around Gralea at 3 in the morning. As a young woman, through sketchy parts of town. That did not bode well.

What choice did you really have, though? You were not going to go back to sleep without assistance. You didn’t even want to try. Normally you loved sleeping, but the thought of crawling back into bed now filled you with dread. Three nights and three nightmares in a row. It was starting an unsettling precedent.

This wasn’t normal. You needed something.

Guess I’m going to the pharmacy.

Grumbling to yourself, throwing the medicine you pulled out back into the cabinet, you accepted your fate. You stomped angrily back to your room, ripping some basic clothes off their hangers as you went. Something practical, just to get the job done.

You were dressed and ready soon after, mentally preparing yourself for the, hopefully short, outing. You were really not looking forward to interacting with anyone. Talking was not your forte, to put it mildly. You double checked you had your emergency can of pepper spray, for any less savory encounters. With that small comfort, you exited your apartment, gently closing and locking the door behind you.

It was, unsurprisingly, much colder outside than you were used to. You huddled into your jacket, trying and failing to stave off the chill. Street lamps cast an eerie orange glow over the sidewalk. No one was around, at least that you could see, but you still kept one hand buried in your bag, closed around the can of pepper spray for protection. Your steps echoed around you like a beacon, as you hurried towards the closest 24 hour pharmacy.

Luckily, since you lived pretty close to the city center, the journey wasn’t too far. Shorter than your daily walk to work, in fact. You reached it without issue, the only other souls about stumbling out of overactive bars or keeping to themselves.

The jingle of a bell announced your entry. It was painfully bright inside. The fluorescent lights reflected off the white tile floor and plaster walls, blinding you for a brief second. Immediately irritated by this, you walked inside with your head down, just wanting to leave. The poor underpaid cashier working the counter looked like they wanted the same.

“Grab the stuff and go,” you mumbled to yourself.

You didn’t know where anything was, so you wandered up and down the aisles, scanning the shelves for what you sought. A cheerful radio station played obnoxiously overhead. Hardly anyone else was inside, and none of you looked at each other. Absolutely no one wanted to be here right now. You felt a pang of sympathy for the other lost souls.

As you rounded a corner, your vision was blocked by a wall of dark clothing. With your head still down, all you saw were the detailed black leather boots of whoever was in your way.

“Pardon me,” the owner said gently, voice deep and smooth.

“Excuse me,” you said to be polite, finally looking up just before you moved out of the way.

You froze midstep, eyes popping out of your skull. Butterflies erupted through your chest, making your heart summersault. A heavy blush overcame your cheeks.

You were staring at warm, yellow eyes.

No fucking way.

Standing before you, looking ludicrously out of place in his eccentric attire, was undoubtedly the Chancellor of Niflheim.

Whatthefuckwhatthefuckwhatthefuck -

He looked just as he had on television. Just as he had in your dreams even, minus the healer clothes. Short, stubbly beard peppered the bottom of his face, making his exquisitely cut jawline look all the more rugged. Wavy maroon hair flowed downward, partly obscured by a black fedora sitting atop his head. He wore the same outfit he always did; a long black overcoat over a vest and dress shirt. Striped trousers and dark boots completed the ensemble. Several scarves decorated his neck.

You stared at him, unmoving, trying to figure out if you were really seeing correctly. You scanned over him a few times, scrutinizing look lingering on his face.

He’s more handsome in real life.

The thought was there and gone before you could stop it. Your eyes widened further at that, stomach bottoming out. You didn’t think it was possible for them to get any bigger.

Did you really just think that?

By the six, what the hell is this man doing in a random pharmacy at 3 a.m.?!?

Your brain completely bailed on you, leaving you to stand there, unable to move or speak.

When Ardyn’s gaze finally landed on you, noticing you had yet to get out of his way, his eyes widened too. His lips parted as you stared at each other in mirrored surprise. Your heart kept practicing its gymnastics routine while you both did your best statue impressions.

He was much quicker to recover, though. The shock easily melted away to that salacious smile he so often adorned. He took a long step backward, turning so he no longer blocked the narrow path between the shelves.

“Apologies, my dear,” he purred, voice sinfully smooth as he smirked at you. “It was not my intention to impede the path of such a lovely lady.” He waved his hand in a slow ark, bringing it to his chest with a shallow bow as he finished his sentence.

You still had yet to regain your composure. When he looked at you expectantly, those warm eyes filled with mischief, you panicked, feeling the blush burn hotter and sweat pool in your clammy palms.

“I-it’s-it’s fine,” you floundered, your tongue getting twisted on itself as you tried to remember how to speak. Anxiety created small trembles that shook your hands. “I-I should’ve been watching where I was going.”

Oh my god, you’re making a fool of yourself. You hated when you stammered.

He chuckled at your obvious nervousness. It didn’t seem malicious, more like he found it amusing, but that didn’t stop the tips of your ears from being touched by the fire blazing across your skin.

Great first impression.

He shook his head. “The fault is all mine, dear.” His voice was a sweet molasses that rolled over you in waves. “However, do allow me to seize the opportunity, and introduce myself.” He gracefully snatched his hat from atop his head, performing a flourishing bow much deeper than the first one. “Ardyn Izunia, at your service.”

“Y-yeah,” you said, already painfully aware of his status. “I recognized you. I've seen you on TV.”

Idiot. You couldn’t have just said ‘nice to meet you’? Gods, you’re useless.

He straightened, a wide grin baring the tips of his perfect teeth at you. His hat returned to his head, taming the unruly locks. “That much was obvious by your reaction.”

So, he noticed. You’d hoped maybe you were being more subtle than you felt. Evidently not.

You sighed, totally embarrassed, and shook your head while lowering it in shame. “I’m sorry,” you said, suddenly feeling rather guilty at the way you had acted. He probably came here at such a time to do as he needed unbothered, and here you were, acting as if you’d run into a famous movie star. “It wasn’t very polite of me.”

“It is no trouble at all, dear.” His voice became gentle, comforting, where before it had been playful. Perhaps he was taking pity on you.

When you still looked away from him, ashamed, he sauntered over to stand before you, wide frame dwarfing your own. He delicately brought a hand up to lift your chin with his thumb and index finger. His skin was rough, covered in old callouses. Your downcast eyes turned up to meet his smile, gaze taken hostage by his soft expression.

Your grip on the concealed can of pepper spray instinctively tightened, triggered by the caress of an unfamiliar man. Although, you didn’t dislike his hand on you, you realized after a moment. Your eyes met his again, and the butterflies in your stomach turned into angry hornets, buzzing from the electricity generated by his touch. Your heart thundered in your chest.

“Think nothing of it.” You watched his mouth move as he spoke, shaping exhaled air.

Now that your faces were mere inches apart, you could really admire him. As slightly mortified as it made you, he actually was ruggishly handsome. You found yourself subconsciously examining his face, trying to ingrain its structure into your memory. You acquainted yourself with the sharp corners of his jaw, dotted with pointy hairs, which led down to a round chin. To the elegant point of his nose, fully displayed as he tilted his head down at you. He didn’t seem to mind, staring down at you with a mischievous glint in his eye while he held your chin.

“May I be so privileged as to know the young lady’s name?”

What always drew you back though, were his eyes. A soft yellow color, so warm and sweet. Much like his wine red hair, you’d have thought the color unnatural, but the way they glistened with unspoken words and sparkled with intelligent mirth, you knew they were real. You found yourself getting lost in them, sucked into pools of golden honey. They were absolutely lovely. Neither your dreams nor your screens could capture their emotion.

It took a second for you to realize he asked a question. Tearing your eyes away from their methodic observation, you told him your name in a whisper. He repeated it back reverently, like it felt divine on his tongue. You’d never heard your name part someone’s mouth in such a way.

“A beautiful name…”

Your whole face and neck felt like it was on fire, and the compliment only served to add more fuel to it. You tried to look away, but he held you firmly, demanding your gaze remain on him.

“Th-thank you.”

Inexplicably, your heart felt drawn to him, giddy with glee as you two stood so close together. With each thump it filled you with a strange affection, his presence comforting even through your nervousness. Like this was where you were meant to be, nowhere else was as important. You tried your best to usher the feeling away, but it came unabated in waves. You were stunned at yourself, wanting to run from the odd intimacy churning within. It was too soft, too valuable.

To distract yourself, your eyes went back to their assessment, rolling over his face, taking him in. They soon landed on his plump lips.

I wonder how they would taste.

You stiffened at yourself, the mortified feeling expanding exponentially at that thought alone. Your blush continued to pulse with deep heat, painting your cheeks and ears red. There was no way he didn’t see it.

How embarrassing…Why am I like this?

Ardyn tilted his head at you when you didn’t say anything for a while. “Forgive me for being brash, but you seem a bit flushed, my dear. It may be best for you to return home and rest.”

He took a step back, letting go of your chin in the process. The skin he held tingled, wishing to have his warmth upon it again. You leaned forward against your will, not wanting to part from him so soon. You felt odd, missing the way his fingers brushed against you.

“O-oh no,” you quickly reassured. You hoped he didn’t think you were terribly sick or something. “I’m actually just here for some sleep meds. Haven’t had a restful night in a few days.”

He doesn’t care. Just shut up, get your shit, and leave.

“Oh?” He asked, sounding overly interested. He raised an eyebrow to punctuate the question. “How fascinating. It seems we suffer from the same affliction.”

You were a bit taken aback by that. You looked him up and down, unbelieving. “Really?”

He nodded slowly. “It may not seem so, but I’ve experienced much in my time. The sins of my youth often still haunt my dreams. Nightmares are an old friend of mine.” A distant expression came over him for the briefest of moments, before disappearing again behind a smirk.

So he was having nightmares, just like you. How peculiar.

“That’s…what’s been happening with me,” you said, only willing to give that much away. If you said anything more, you would sound insane. “Only recently though. I’ve never had such vivid nightmares.”

He grinned like a rambunctious child surrounded by candy. It was a little unsettling, given your innocent statement.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we?” He said, mock offended. “Come, my dear. I know of all the best spoils for those with unpleasant dreams.” He spun on his heel, walking down the aisle in a suave gait. He didn’t give you the option of refusing.

You stood frozen for a moment, still not sure if this was really happening. Before you could offend the Chancellor, you quickly came up behind him, anxiously weaving a long strand of hair between your fingers as you followed him through the store, down an aisle close to the entrance. His scent drifted back to you, a mix of vanilla and cinnamon.

This was all so surreal. Why was he even helping you? Seeing him act so casual, it brought forth memories of your abhorrent dreams. They were such a drastic contrast to the jovial man you now followed. It almost seemed like a prank, some practical joke that you weren’t privy to.

It felt so…wrong.

I have seen you tortured in unspeakable ways.

“You don’t have to do this,” you said after a second of awkward silence. “I’m sure you’re a busy man. I can find it on my own. It’s no problem.”

“Nonsense my dear,” Ardyn immediately put that down. “I can always spare a moment to help a fair lady in need.”

You should’ve been upset with all the pet names he was giving you; you wouldn’t tolerate that from any other man. But, coming from him, made by his voice, they sounded so much sweeter. Like whispered promises of devotion from new lovers. Your heart rate increased each time one dropped from his mouth. A guilty pleasure you knew you should hate.

Ardyn stopped at the end of the shelves, turning his full attention to one particular section. You watched as he slowly scanned the various packages of nighttime drugs. Satisfied, he bent down and snatched a white bottle off the rack. He inspected the label briefly before handing it to you, a charming smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

You delicately took the proffered item with a shaky hand, trying your best to hide how flustered you still were. Damn social anxiety. The pills rattled in their container as it was exchanged. You scanned the front, making sure it was exactly what Ardyn said it was.

He watched you examine the item for a moment, before his deep hum made you look up. “If that’ll be all…” He glided towards you with a few drawn out steps, a hand on his hip. “…I shall take my leave.”

By the time he finished saying farewell, he was already behind you, moving further away with each passing second.

But it was too soon. Some part of you didn’t want him gone yet.

“Th-thank you,” you said quickly, before he got away. You turned to look at him, only a pace down from where he left you.

There was so much more you wanted to say. Some part of you wanted to tell him about the horrible dreams you were having. How you’d seen him fall from grace so violently. Or ask about the strange feeling burning in your chest. The feeling that made you want him. So many unanswered questions, so many mysteries. And they all centered around him, for reasons you couldn’t fathom.

But you couldn’t. You hadn’t even the strength to tell your best friend, and now you wished to drop that on a man you’d met not five minutes ago? It was beyond absurd.

And yet, your heart was begging him to stay, trying to convey the feeling through your eyes. You didn’t want to see him go.

Please, don’t leave.

He stopped, then looked over his shoulder, sparing you the smallest of glances. “Darling, it was my pleasure,” he cooed. He seemed to have enjoyed this a great deal, if the sensual grin was anything to go by. “Do take care of yourself.”

With that, he continued on his way, leaving you dumbfounded in the middle of the aisle. You shamelessly watched his retreating back fade down the rows of goods, chest aching with each step he took. The pain grew and grew, until it passed some invisible precipice, and began to fade. It was quickly eclipsed, temporarily, by pure confusion.

What in the name of Ramuh just happened?

You looked back down at the bottle in your hand, tracing over the SLEEP AID on the front in large bold letters with your eyes.

Was that real? Am I actually awake right now?

You definitely remembered waking up though. The sheen of familiar cold sweet, the tears in your eyes. You hadn’t imagined the echoing pain that filled you, nor the headache that still gently pulsed beneath your scalp. It left you feeling terrible, leading you to seek out the very thing now clutched in your hand. That had all been real.

So, I just happened to run into the subject of my dreams while on a random outing I hadn’t even planned on, in a place where said subject is unlikely to frequent, at a time when 90% of people are asleep.

What are the odds?

He had been so nice, too. Civil, if not a bit flirty, with how many times he called you ‘dear’. Why? You were a nobody, another face in the crowd. The person who doesn’t look or talk to anyone unless absolutely necessary. A practiced wall flower. Why had he been kind to you?

And why were you so bothered now that he was gone? Your heartbeat drummed in your inner ear, contracting with a longing to be back by his side. Where was this feeling coming from? You’d cared for him in the dream but…this felt like something more.

You let out a heavy breath, exasperated.

You don’t know how long you stood there, but the sound of a bell chiming made you look up. Someone entered the store, blocked by the walls of shelving all around you. Curious, you watched as they rounded the corner, stopping to look at something at the checkout desk by the end of your aisle.

Alarm bells immediately started going off inside you.

Jeremy.

Gods, why was he here?! What next? Satus? The Emperor himself?!

You took some shaky steps backward, praying he wouldn’t turn around and see you. You’d been lucky enough so far to have never bumped into him outside of work, and now that that was a very real possibility, fear bubbled up from your belly. You didn’t want to think of what he would do to you while you were alone, in a place with very few people. None of the expected outcomes ended in your favor. You clutched the can in your bag, ready to use it.

You felt exposed, standing in the aisle with nothing obstructing him from you. Turning, you strode in the other direction, trying to keep your footfalls silent as you speed walked away. You looked down the rows, trying to plan the best escape route that would be fast and inconspicuous. Perhaps you could sneak out before he even saw you.

Instead, something caught your eye.

Ardyn. He hasn’t left yet.

He hadn’t even made it to the end of the aisle, slowly walking further from you, gently swaying his head like his favorite song was on.

Seeing him made you relax a little, some of the tension leaving your shoulders.

Maybe he’d help you. There was no reason for him to do so, but you felt he would. You felt you could trust him. The feeling was unfounded, but it existed nonetheless.

Why are you going to a strange man for help? He could rape you and no one would believe you!

He won’t. I know he won’t. I trust him.

Why?!

Because I do!

The dreams aren’t real. You have no idea who this guy is.

I still trust him. He’s better than Jeremy.

You tried to be discreet, but with what you believed to be safety so close, you couldn’t help but nearly run to Ardyn, shoes smacking agonizingly loud against the tile floor. The pills were like a macarena with your rapid pace. You prayed to all the Astrals that Jeremy wouldn’t notice you practically sprinting away.

Ardyn turned just before you reached him, hearing you coming up from behind. He raised an eyebrow at you, still smirking. The expression wilted when he saw how scared you looked.

“Something amiss?” He asked, slightly concerned.

You didn’t answer him yet, coming to a stop only once he was in between you and Jeremy. His broad shoulders easily blocked your view of the pervert, giving you a chance to relax. You exhaled a held breath, slouching in the illusionary reprieve.

“Th-there’s this guy,” you said, subconsciously huddling close to him. “He creeps on me a lot at work, even though I’ve told him I’m not interested. I’m worried he might do something to me since it’s dark out and I’m alone.”

Ardyn watched you curiously, brows furrowed. He stood still as you peeked over his shoulder, ducking back down when you saw the unmistakable sight of Jeremy walking away from the counter, integrating into the store.

When you couldn’t see him anymore, you looked at Ardyn to gauge his reaction. He held that same contemplative look, although something flashed in his eyes, there and gone in mere seconds. You stared at him while your brain caught up, soon able to name what it was.

Pure rage.

You grimaced slightly at yourself. He must be annoyed that you were still bothering him. You were being almost clingy, coming back to him so soon, asking for his help. You must’ve seemed rather pathetic.

He doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care he dos -

“He makes you uncomfortable?” Ardyn asked, all his bravado gone, sounding much more serious now.

You nodded frantically, staying close to his protective frame.

“And, which man did you say this was?”

You looked out at the sea of shelves. They were too tall for you to look over. Luckily, at that moment, Jeremy walked away from them, going to the back of the store to inspect something. You darted behind Ardyn, wordlessly pointing at the man in question. His back was to the both of you.

When Ardyn’s gaze landed on him, another bolt of anger skittered across his face, the tips of his mouth curved down in a frown. “Wait here,” he ordered as he left your side. You felt less safe with each step he took.

“W-wait!” You cried in a hushed whisper. You hadn’t actually wanted him to go talk to Jeremy. Maybe just stay with you until you were able to pay and leave. Not the best plan, and one you didn’t know if he would go for, but what else were you to do?

Ardyn either didn’t hear you or deliberately ignored you. You stared in disbelief as he approached Jeremy from behind, beckoning his attention.

You ducked behind a shelf to watch, not trusting that Jeremy wouldn’t glance over in your direction.

Ardyn towered over your suitor as he spoke with him, waving his hands and nodding enthusiastically. You couldn’t hear their conversation, but you instinctively prepared to run if he decided to rat you out.

He wouldn’t do that. I know he wouldn’t.

No, you don’t.

Jeremy at first, seemed extremely confused by the approach of this older man. He narrowed his eyes at him, begrudgingly listening to what he had to say. Halfway through, that act was dropped and a grin spread across his face. You shivered at it, skin crawling. Creepy.

Pleased with the arrangement, Ardyn turned and led Jeremy back to the front of the store. He followed behind eagerly, seeming even more full of himself than normal. You scowled at his back.

When they reached the front, Ardyn led him outside, bell chiming to signal their departure.

You waited in relative safety for a few moments, giving them a chance to move away from the building. You came out from your hiding spot, watching the door to make sure they were really gone. The large glass windows illuminated the street a decent amount, yet you saw no sign of them. They’d instantly disappeared into the faintly lit night.

Tension seeped out of you, muscles relaxing and jaw unclenching. You hadn’t the faintest idea how Ardyn had convinced Jeremy to leave, but it had been extremely effective. You were now free to do as you needed without the chance of running into the slimy man. You made a mental note to somehow track Ardyn down and thank him at some point.

You hastily went up to the front counter, grabbing the medicine and shoving it in your purse as soon as the payment went through. You and the store clerk tiredly exchanged required pleasantries as you shuffled away. You pushed the glass door open, stepping outside and getting slapped with a cold gust of wind. Your teeth began chattering.

You peered down both ends of the street, which extended many blocks in opposite directions. A few stragglers were wandering around, although most of the night life had settled down by now.

No sign of Ardyn or Jeremy. They had been swallowed by the darkness.

You didn’t want to dwell on it too long. You wouldn’t squander the opportunity to get home safely. You darted across the street, making your way back to your apartment with a pace that was closer to a pseudo jog. You still felt on edge, knowing Jeremy was somewhere nearby. Best to get away while he was distracted.

Your mind endlessly spun as you walked.

What the fuck just happened? Why was the Chancellor, one of the most powerful and influential men in the Empire, hanging around a rundown store at such an ungodly hour? Surely there were better places he could go within Zegnautus for anything it carried. Based on what you could tell, he hardly left the keep anyway. Why mingle with the peasants?

He was the perfect gentleman to you, too. It may have seemed a bit overly chivalrous, but thinking back to it, it made your heart ignite. No man had ever treated you like that. It would’ve seemed pretentious, coming from most, but from Ardyn, it seemed anything but. He spun a perfect little web around your heart, charming you with sultry words and flashy grins. When you thought of his perpetual smirk directed at you, only you, a slow blush returned to your face. You felt a bit ashamed you were so bothered by it all.

Surely the Chancellor had no real interest in you. Helping some pathetic, scared girl at a time when he could easily take advantage of her was clearly just a means to aggrandize his reputation. He wasn’t unpopular so to speak, but you could tell from your minimal research that he was often seen as quite dramatic and somewhat suspect by the public. Not that the opinions of the masses really mattered, your officials weren’t elected, but a random act of kindness could certainly improve his standing with the general citizenry.

That was the only explanation. It had to be. There was no reason for him to -

“Darling?”

“Ah!” You yelped, jumping away from a voice right behind you. You whipped around and brandished the can of mace, spooked like a baby deer.

Ardyn stood only a few feet away, looking incredibly amused. He raised his empty hands innocently, posture laid back and not at all worried about the can aimed at his face. “Apologies again, my dear. I did not mean to frighten you.”

You let out a loud, irritated exhale. You had no idea how he managed to sneak up on you so completely. You always tried to keep your eyes and ears open, stay aware of your surroundings. It was a survival instinct. The startle made uneasiness pool in the back of your mind, but your heart lit with an elated feeling at seeing him again.

“It’s okay,” you huffed once you calmed down. You were proud your voice remained even. You carefully returned the liquid protection to its hiding place, concealed and at the ready. Your movements were jerky, nerves shot and muscles tense. Ardyn lowered his arms, smiling at you, like he hadn’t almost been maced.

“I have wonderful news regarding that degenerate fellow who so harassed you,” Ardyn sing-songed, sounding terribly pleased with himself. “You’ll not have to worry about his meddling any longer.”

You did a double take, unsure how to process the news.

It couldn’t have been that easy. Jeremy had been hounding you for months, asking you out, offering you drinks, the occasional gift. Anything he thought would get him into your pants. No amount of rejection or warnings from your friends had deterred him. He wouldn’t so quickly give up his perceived prey.

“How did you manage that?” You asked.

“I can be rather persuasive,” Ardyn said, waving his hand dismissively. “I simply convinced him it would be in his best interest to leave you be.”

So…he’d threatened him? Somehow it didn’t surprise you. Ardyn had been uncharacteristically serious when you told him of the situation, faint hints of a boiling fury hidden behind his amber eyes. With his position, and all the money and power it came with, he could easily destroy someone’s life if he so chose. Jeremy may be a stalker, but even they cared about their finances and, more importantly, staying out of jail.

You also realized…the sentiment was rather touching. He’d flexed his nearly limitless power for your sake, without even having to be asked. For you, and you alone. You’d only just met, and yet Ardyn had been willing to go to such lengths to make you feel safe. It made your heart start doing tricks again.

Kinda ruins the whole reputation narrative though.

You swiftly silenced those thoughts, not wanting to think about what it meant. “Thank you,” you said genuinely. “I didn’t mean to cause you so much trouble. I just didn’t want him to notice me.”

“It was truely my pleasure. Such scum doesn’t deserve to bask in your presence.”

A blush exploded across your cheeks again, right on schedule. You lowered your face to hide it a little, and to avoid looking at him. “How f-flattering,” you mumbled to the ground. You heard him chuckle, a sinfully deep sound.

You both stood there in uncomfortable silence for a moment. You weren’t sure if he expected you to say something more.

“You know, it is rather dark out.” Ardyn spoke before it got too painful. He stepped towards you, causing you to look up at him. “You never know what may be lurking in the shadows.”

“Uhhh,” you breathed, not really sure what to say to that. You were a bit off put by it. “Y-yeah. That’s why the p-pepper spray.”

He nodded his approval. “Please, allow me to escort you back home. I just wouldn’t be able to live with myself if something were to happen to you.” His tone became playful again, sounding dramatic as he said his piece.

You bristled slightly. Why did he care what happened to you? He had the perfect chance to be rid of you, to never see you again, but now he wanted to stay with you longer?

He must’ve wanted something from you. Your brows furrowed, for what could you possibly offer him? When you realized what it may be, a cold hand of fear touched your delicate flesh. Goosebumps rose the fine hairs on your skin, an invisible display. There was no other reason he would want to see you home, surely.

“N-no that’s okay,” you said, a little too quickly. Showing any strange man where you lived was a big no no. “I can make it on my own. I’ll be fine. I don’t live too far from here.”

“Darling, I must insist.”

You really didn’t want to say yes. Part of you did, but you did your best to repress that side of you. Yet, he’d boxed you into a corner. You imagined he might get upset if you refused again, and he knew you were aware of his power. The way he looked at you, you knew he knew what he was doing.

You were also totally done with interacting with people right now. You hated having to talk to them, every conversation an exam whose failure meant ridicule and shunning. The longer you stayed with Ardyn, the more opportunities you’d have to make yourself seem stupid. You desperately wanted to avoid that.

But if you offended the Chancellor… who was to say his wrath wouldn’t find its way to you. He could do whatever he wanted, and there was nothing you could really do about it. If he decided to have his wicked way with you, it wouldn’t matter if he knew where you lived or not. It was also likely any accusations leveled at him would fall on deaf ears. Such was one of the perks of having the Empire tied neatly around his finger.

Much like in your dreams, you were powerless.

The suppressed part of you giggled joyfully when you made your decision.

“…Alright,” you said in a tiny voice. You promised yourself you wouldn’t let him inside, drawing a line somewhere. You just hoped he would remain civil for the duration of the trip back.

“Wonderful,” Ardyn purred, a contented cat. “Shall we be off then?”

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OKAY IDK WTF HAPPENED WITH THE WORD COUNT ON THIS ONE. 😩 Every time I went back to edit it just kept growing as I thought of more details to add. I hope you can still enjoy it!

I have pretty bad social anxiety, so I wanted to depict that here. Added a trigger warning just in case. 💕

WE FINALLY HAVE OUR MAN. Plot is going to slow down soon, to make way for the relationship. There will be plenty of time with our hubby, don’t you worry 😉

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sofiatheicequeen · 2 years

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Sun and Moon x Reader Chapter Thirty One

Y/n P.O.V

I slowly follow Moon with my gaze as he gathers the children up for nap time. I watch as he places the mats down and bundles up the children into little burritos. He looks down at them satisfied with his work then comes over to turn off the lights. As soon as the lights turn off I hide under the desk with a flashlight. He approaches the desk and leans down next to me.

"Hey starlight. Is everything alright?" I nod in response, not able to look at him. I curl up tighter in a little ball.

"If you say so, but if you need me I'll be over here with the kids." I look up at Moon, watching him walk away. I reach my hand out to grab his but retract it quickly not wanting to burden him further. I lay down and fall asleep under the desk. Soon after I am woken up by Moon shaking me gently. I bolt up and push him away.

"What's going on-" I say. He stares at me shocked and hurt by my actions.

"You were screaming in your sleep. You woke everyone up" he says looking away from my direction.

"Hey Moonie can I just spend the rest of the day in your room please."I say quietly. He nods sadly.

"But I'm going to ask you why later."

"I won't guarantee a response." he sighs, picking me up, he puts the wire on his back and lifts us to his room. He sets me down on the bed.

"Thanks Moon.." He sighs and leaves the room. I curl into the bed and wrap a blanket around myself tightly, falling asleep quickly after.

About an hour and a half later I wake up. Moon is sitting next to me with his arms crossed.

"So am I going to get any answers?" I shake my head in response.

"But I waited and didn't even wake you up. Y/n, did I do something wrong to hurt you?" I snap my head in his direction.

"What no no no!! Of course not!! You haven't done anything wrong. It's all just me- I promise! It's nothing you need to worry about.." I say quietly. Moon looks me in the eyes.

"But I'm always worried about you. All I want from you is for you to communicate with me but you never do." His eyes show how disheartened he is.

"I'm sorry I don't do enough, I really am." I feel the tears prick at the corner of my eyes.

"I wanna do my best for you guys but it's so hard and there's only so much I can do- I'm trying really hard, I promise." The tears roll down my face. He lifts his hand and approaches my face

"I'll do better I promise" I say, flinching from his sudden movement.

"Well, you probably want to be left alone." He says while standing up.

"NO!" I yell, clinging to his arm. "Please don't leave me- I-I need you!"

"Alright, just calm down. Okay?" The tears start flowing down my face as I sob onto him. He pulls me close, holding me to his chest. "It's alright. Let it out, love."

After ten minutes of nonstop crying, I loosen my grip on Moon.

"Thank you Moonie. I needed that." He pulls out some water and hands it to me.

"Here. I know you need it after all that." He taps the bottle on my chest.

"I'm fine, I don't need it." I push his hand away.

"Drink it now." He said with a slightly more aggravated

"Okay okay. Mleeeh" I say sticking my tongue out at him. I take the bottle from him and take small sips.

"More. Drink more." He says sternly.

"I'm working on it, okay? It kinda hurts to swallow."

"Awww, why does your throat hurt?" He teases.

"...."

"What happened?"

"I had a.. mishap... with one of the employees.."

"What kind of mishap?"

"Okay- all better now time- to leave!" I say attempting to leave the room when he puts a hand gently on my shoulder. I wince at the sudden pressure on my shoulder.

"Ah ah ah, what actually happened?" He stares at me, grip firm on my shoulder.

"I'm sorry.. I don't want to talk about it." I reply, tearing

"Starlight-" He starts.

"If you're gonna do a scan do a scan but please just let me rest." I cut him off quickly.

"Okay. Where do you wanna rest?" He asks calmly.

"Can we rest in Sleepy Corner?" He nods, picking me up gently, taking us to Sleepy-bye Corner. He sets me on top of him, placing a blanket over us. He wraps his arms around me, gently kissing me on the head.

"I love you so much, starlight." He whispers to me.

"Yeah. I love you too." I strain holding in a whine.

Time skip

It's closing time for the daycare so I help check all the kids out quickly. After doing so I leave to go to the dorms quickly but someone grabs my shoulder.

"Um- excuse me. The coin box machine thing isn't working. Come fix it. I know you're part of the staff." A rude woman says at me.

"Sorry, Ma'am, that's not something I am trained in. I'm just a daycare attendant." I say walking away from them but I then feel a hand grab my wrist trying to take me to the machine. I rip my hand from hers and try to walk away but she immediately whips around and grabs me by the hood.

"Ma'am- hrk-" she starts pulling me to the location.

"This lovely young man told me I'd be able to find someone in the daycare, really was a sweetheart, and no one else was willing to help. Such a shame." I am being dragged by this lady thinking to myself.

'What is going on??? Why can't I move? I need to get out of this. I don't feel good about this. Please just move.' I listen as she continues rambling.

"I should give him a good review. What was his name again??... David?" At that moment I snap and pull myself away from this lady and run as quickly as possible. I lose her after a while and head to the dorm. As soon as I enter I go straight to the bed and sleep.

✨Time skip✨

I get up at 4:00am groggily in a cold sweat. I head into the bathroom and splash water into my face making sure I look awake. After that I put a cold cloth to my eyes to make sure any puffiness from any crying has gone away. I sigh looking at myself thinking about how pathetic I look.

"Off to the daycare I go." I head over to it dragging my feet thinking about all the different scenarios going through my head, what to answer if they ask me anything about what's wrong. I make it to the doors and open them, making it over to sit against the security desk.

"Ughhhhhhh... I'm so tired." I whine to myself. I lay down on the padded floor and close my eyes resting them. After a bit of laying down I hear something approach me

"Moon I'm not in the mood for you to lecture me right now." The person grabs me and spins me around. I quickly open my eyes and push the person off of me.

"GET OFF!!" I shriek, falling hard onto my back.

"Sunshine- you sound awful.." I gasp for a second on the floor trying to collect the wind I knocked out of myself.

"Oh, Sunny, it's been a while. Where were you?" I say looking up at him. He looks away distressed.

"I don't want to talk about it." He says hugging himself.

"But I want to hear everything that has been up with you. I've missed you so much." I sit myself up slowly, my back aching.

"Hey Sunny, do you know who Eclipse is?" He gives me a sudden look of uncertainty.

"Why do you ask?" He asks with uncharacteristic sternness.

"Well he just kind of appeared and I don't know him but he acts like he knows me."

"What do you mean "you don't know him"?? You met him like two weeks ago." He gives me a look of worry.

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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Straw Hats With A Suicidal! Shipmate

message @pixelkittycomet » Hi, I love your stories/scenarios. I has an idea for my one piece fan character, (this is a bit touchy so idk) but I was curious how do you think luffy and the straw hats would react if their y/n crew mate tried to take their own life? Like they caught them just in time or something? Sorry if it's too serious.

Hello! First of all, thank you. And second, I wasn’t sure if this was a request, I don’t think it is- and I also took a look at your character and I think it’s really good. Also, wasn’t sure if you wanted together or separate.

I won’t dwell too much into this topic, since it’s very sensitive. I also changed it up a little bit. I did do something similar to this before though.

WARNING : mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, methods of suicide, self-harm, etc.

PLEASE USE CAUTION! NEGATIVITY AHEAD! PLEASE BE CAREFUL! I WILL NOT BE WRITING ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN, I hope.

Luffy

LUFFY wouldn’t quite understand. He’s never had to lose a loved one like this before..

“[Name]?.. what are you doing?”

The loud gasp that escapes your lips is heard as you snap up with wide eyes and turn around to face your Captain, who’s staring at you with eyes just as wide as yours.

“Why are your hands bleeding? Did you get hurt?” His clueless tone and the tilt of his head makes your heart pound against your chest, quickly shifting to hide your hands from his sight.

“Luffy!- blood? I, I don’t see any blood. I’m fine, really. Why are you here again?”

“I.. came to see what the noise of crying was coming from.” He mutters out almost inaudibly, his eyes widening by the second at the slow realization.

You, hiding your hands with teary, puffy red eyes and the bloody water filled sink.

The first thing Luffy felt was rage.

You, of all people, were thinking of doing something like this? What could be so horrible to take it this far and deliberately hurting yourself?

And why didn’t he see this sooner, so he could stop it?

But instead of lashing out at you, he lowers his head to hide his face, and slowly walks towards you, before eventually jumping at you, and lunging to wrap his arms around your body, forcing the two of you onto the floor.

With his tight embrace around you, Luffy leans into your ear and you were able to hear his weak voice to you.

“I’m sorry..for not noticing sooner.. so please..” his voice cracks and you sensed he was crying with his frail, trembling voice.

“Please don’t hurt yourself anymore..”

Nami

Nami wouldn’t even know how to react, she’s just stunned but once realization hits, genuine fear and panic flashes in her eyes and she’s yelling at you desperately.

The navigator was simply hoping to rest and relax in the aquarium lounge.

So when she walks through the door, she’s not expecting the sight of you trying to take your own life.

“W-What are you doing...?!”

Quick to react, Nami pulls out her Clima-Tact and fires a lightning bolt towards the suspended tied rope before you could even stick your head through the loop, successfully burning the rope.

“Nami! What are you doing here? Why’d you do that?!”

Hearing you made her scoff in disbelief, glaring at you through her quick teary eyes.

“You’re asking me why I did that?! Are you listening to yourself?!”

If you still didn’t listen and insisted on arguing, Nami doesn’t hesitate to slap some sense into you.

“HOW STUPID CAN YOU BE!?”

It would be silent as soon as she slapped you.

“I can’t believe you’d even think about this!”

Her voice is weak and she’s trembling, yet her cries and glares didn’t falter for a second.

Tears continue to stream down her face as she wipes them away, before she lunges herself at you.

“Are you trying to make us suffer by doing this?! Did you even care to think how we feel? How I’d feel?..”

Her lectures didn’t stop, even through her sobs.

“Don’t you.. EVER, think about doing this again! Okay?!.. just.. just come talk to me.. you idiot..”

Zoro

Zoro tends to yell because he doesn’t know how else to comfort or cope, and it’s just the stress he’s feeling from almost losing you.

The swordsman let out a heavy sigh as he climbs up to the crows nest after taking a quick break for a drink.

As soon as his head pops up through the little door to enter, he’s startled to find you, playing with one of his swords.

Specifically, the Wado Ichimonji.

Though, perhaps “playing” wasn’t the correct term. Either way, the sight of you angling it towards your neck to slice was something that instilled pure paralyzation and shock into him.

“What..-“ Zoro sprung into action, immediately jumping to push the sword away from you, shoving you away and onto the couch of the crows nest.

The impact forced into you from the shove made you grunt, knocking the air out of your lungs as you peer up at your assailant.

“Zoro? What are you doing?!”

“That’s my line, dumbass! What the hell was that just now?! Huh?! Were you really planning on taking your own damn life here?!”

“Shut it! You have no idea what I was planning!” You retort and Zoro scoffs. “I think I had a pretty good idea.”

“Tch. Even then, it’s not your problem!-”

“Of course it’s my fucking problem, [Name]!” That shut you up.

Zoro let out a deep breath and stared at you with his piercing eyes.

“Did you even think about how the people on this ship would feel? If they saw you doing something like this?.. what about Luffy? Did you give a damn about how our dear captain would react if his precious crew member, that he took the time to know and recruit to his crew, took their own life without an explanation?”

You didn’t say anything. You felt the tears brimming your eyes at him but you couldn’t say anything.

“Damn it, [Name]..” The swordsman looks down, shadow casted over his eyes and the clenched fists he had made his nails dig into his skin, veins forming.

Eventually, he slowly relaxes and walks to you, seeing your teary eyes and knelt down in front of you.

“Don’t fucking do this again, okay?.. please.. please don’t leave me alone like this...”

Sanji

Sanji would burst into tears the instant he realized it, all the regret and pain burying itself into him for not noticing your pain. He’ll beg you to stop. But he’ll definitely be yelling / comforting too.

The chef who wakes early to get started on breakfast for the day, whistles a quiet tune while brushing away the morning drowsiness.

And due to his exhaustion, when he opens the kitchen door, he doesn’t believe his eyes at first, but a quick second glance lets him know it’s real.

Seeing you, standing over the sink with a common kitchen knife ready to cut. Definitely not vegetables.

“[N-Name]-chan... what..”

The panicked expression you held while you snapped your head up towards him made his heart break.

“Sanji! You’re up early..” Sanji watches as you frantically move to hide the knife and rinse your hands, as if you were merely washing up.

“I just thought I’d help you out a little bit is all! Since you’re here, let’s get started, yeah?” You let out a awkward, nervous laugh and turn off the water.

Sanji felt tears brimming his eyes when he realized just what you were about to do. “[Name]-chan.. were you.. just..”

He’s in utter shock and disbelief, the pained look his eyes held made your heart sink to your stomach at the sight.

“How can you do this? What happened? What made you even think of doing this?”

Sanji didn’t hesitate to rush to you, grabbing you by your shoulders and tightening his grip. “Tell me, [Name]! How can you go so far as to attempt to do this?!”

Tears are cascading down his cheeks rapidly, before he pulls you into his chest in a tight embrace.

“Please don’t lose value in your life like this, [Name]-chan.. you deserve to live.. don’t take this for granted..”

Sanji can feel his shirt start to get wet but he didn’t care, rubbing your back and hiding his teary face. “Whatever it is you’re suffering from, i will help you through it. I promise.”

Usopp

Usopp would be frozen and panicking in the spot, before shouting at you with pleas and blabbers, before forcing you by tackling you to the ground.

Seeing you standing on the edge of the railing catches the sniper off guard. He was simply leaving his room to go to the bathroom when he sees you.

The moonlight is shining down on your form, and if Usopp wasn’t so concerned and didn’t have a sinking feeling at the sight of you, he might’ve thought you were a goddess.

“[Name]? What are you doing up? Get down before you fall!”

Upon being deeply lost in thought, you barely heard Usopp’s voice but managed to catch it.

You turn around to face the sniper and you offer a weak, teary smile which startles the poor guy. “..Usopp.. I should ask you that.”

Instead of responding, he widens his eyes and runs over. “Hey, were you crying?.. why? What’s wrong, [Name]? Should I go wake the others? Or chopper?” He was internally panicking.

“I’m fine.” You cut him off and turn back to the sea, shifting your weight as your smile fades and you stare at the water below you solemnly.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Usopp, surprised, nonetheless nods and leans against the railing beside you, still hoping you’d come down.

“Usopp... will you.. let me die?.. will you kill me?”

Silence.

Frozen.

His body froze. His mind blanked. His blood stopped circulating. Nothing could be heard but the ocean waves washing around the sea.

Immediately, Usopp did the first thing that came to mind and ran at you, wrapping his arms tightly around your legs to prevent you from what he assumed was jumping.

“STOP! I WON’T EVER DO THAT! DON’T SAY STUPID THINGS LIKE THIS! HOW CAN YOU SAY THIS AFTER EVERYTHING WE BEEN THROUGH TOGETHER?! PLEASE DON’T DO THIS, [NAME]!”

Loud sobs were quick to escape the sniper’s mouth as snot and tears cascades down his face, roughly pulling you and tackling you down to the ship’s deck so you weren’t on the railing anymore.

“Agh- Usopp—“

“PLEASE DON’T EVER THINK THIS WAY AGAIN! I...” Usopp stares down at you before shutting his eyes tightly, tears flowing nonstops, his grip around you unmoving, as if he was afraid you’d disappear if he let go.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

Chopper

Chopper would be screaming and sobbing endlessly, hugging your leg as his desperate pleas reach your ears.

Humming a sweet tune, with a carton of milk in his hoofs, the little doctor steps into his medical office and instantly, his once bright smile drops into a look of horror.

“[NAME]!”

Milk tossed aside, Chopper is quick to come bouncing by you slouched over, a half-empty flask of a green liquid in hand and your shallow breathing behind heard.

“Ch..Chopper.. hi..”

The little reindeer has pure fear lit in his eyes as he takes the flask from your hands and looks to see what’s in it.

“Why did you touch this?! This is a dangerous chemical, [Name]!” Chopper panics, fumbling through his book to find a quick antidote, ignoring your weak protests.

How could you go through his things and drink the deadly chemical?!

“Chopper, stop..”

The little doctor wasn’t listening, tears blocking his vision as he tried to read the words and began mixing some of his liquids together to begin working.

“This,.. and this.. no, this isn’t right-! Where’s Traffy when I need him!?” Chopper cries as he frantically mixes the liquid, eyes flashing towards you in worry.

You didn’t say anything, closing your eyes and felt sweat forming on your forehead and felt your temperature raising.

Weakly, you manage to wrap your arms around Chopper’s little body and hugged him like a stuffed animal.

“Thank you, Chopper... I appreciate it.. but.. I’m fine.”

“[Name]...”

Choked sobs slipped from his mouth as he grips the flask tightly, persistent in finding the cure for you.

The chemical you took wasn’t completely unknown but it was still foreign enough to Chopper that he didn’t know how long you had or how deadly it even was.

“I’m not giving up. I don’t want you to die! I don’t know or care what brought you to do something as drastic as this. But YOU’RE MY FRIEND! and I don’t want you to leave me alone!”

“So please... don’t die, [Name]..”

Franky

The silence Franky has is painful, he’s feeling mixed emotions at the thought of losing someone dear to him again. He’s angry, clearly but he doesn’t yell at you. Instead, he shares his thoughts.

The cyborg stare solemnly, his sharp eyes boring right into your slouched, teary, and sobbing figure.

The blade that was once in your hands was now discarded, unused and forgotten. Franky made sure of that last second.

He walks up to you, looming over you from behind as he pulls out a tissue with his mini hand and holds it out for you to take, still keeping silent since he came in.

You eased your sobs a bit and muttered a quiet gratitude before taking the tissue. You weren’t sure what Franky was thinking and honestly, you weren’t sure if you wanted to know.

“..feeling better?”

A startled pause came from you as you froze for a second before relaxing and nodding. “..yeah.”

“Good.”

“Franky.. I-“

“I don’t need to know.”

Interrupting you, Franky continues to look at you before going around and sitting on the ground in front of your form so you would face him.

“I don’t know why you did this. I don’t need to know either, but if you want to tell me, I’ll listen. However, I won’t apologize for what I did just now, I won’t ever let you hurt yourself like that when I’m here.”

You stay quiet, letting Franky continue but his words are enough to make you start tearing up again.

“A life is not a choice. You should value it and keep living for the ones you love and for the ones that love you. Everyone on this ship is a loved one that cares about you and I’m sure you’re aware of that, but you must’ve forgotten. It’s okay to forget that though, because I’ll be here to remind you. Understand? No one on this ship wants you to do this ever. We love you more than you know.”

Wiping the shedding tears that continue to escape, you peer up at Franky and see him offering a genuine, assuring smile.

“So don’t do this again and live. You got an amazingly crafted and you are part of this SUPER~ pirate crew, the Straw Hats!”

Robin

Even if this has nothing to do with her whatsoever, Robin will never forget nor live down the guilt and regret of letting you even thinking about doing something like this.

Unable to sleep, the archaeologists was simply resting on her lawn chair on the upper deck, where her beautiful flowers laid.

Robin, resting her eyes as the sunset settles in the bay of the ocean, slowly disappearing. However, the quiet patter of footsteps creaking onto the upper deck made her open her eyes.

With one glance, Robin was able to see your figure quietly heading to a particular area of the garden, which was Usopp’s large plants, and also a view blocker.

Robin furrows her brows and quietly sat up, crossing her arms and shut her eyes, quickly forming a pair of eyes near you.

The sight of you hunched over, plucking at one of Usopp’s plants makes her eyes widen as she quickly sprouts arms.

“Cinco Fleur!”

Instantly, two pairs of arms formed and forcefully grabbed your wrists apart, a third pulling Usopp’s plant away from you and two more forcing you to back up.

“What the hell?!” You curse and struggled in the movement. “Robin?!”

“[Name]! What are you doing messing with Usopp’s poisonous plants?”

The historian shows herself to you as she continues to hold you in a bind, so you wouldn’t move. The pained and confused expression on her face almost makes you feel guilty, for you withheld.

“Poisonous? O-Oh, I had no idea. I thought they were vegetables!— Anyways why are you awake at this time??”

“I should be asking you that, picking vegetables at this hour?..” Robin mutters skeptically, tilting her head as her expression saddens.

“Don’t tell me you were...”

The turn of your head and avoidance of her gaze let her know your true intentions and she can almost hear her heart breaking.

“why?..”

You didn’t say anything and clenched your fists tightly, shutting your eyes and ignored the fact that she had released you.

“I’m sorry, Robin.. I can’t do this anymore..”

“To go this far? I didn’t think..” she continues to trail off, her eyes quickly becoming glassy and lost, painful memories of her own suicidal thoughts arising.

Robin sinks down to her knees and brings her hands to her face, tears brimming her eyes. “I don’t want you to do this, [Name].. you deserve so much and.. I want to keep seeing you on this ship.. I’m sorry.. I want you to keep living but I caused you to..”

Guilt became overbearing and you ran to her aside, engulfing her in a tight embrace, sniffling your own tears.

“Don’t, I’m sorry. For doing something so stupid with my life...”

Robin exhales gently and wipes her tears, looking up at you. “Say it.. please?”

You offer a small, genuine smile and nod.

“I want to live... I mean it.”

Brook

Brook feels great pain and sorrowful memories run through his mind, the thought of losing more precious people to him breaks his nonexistent heart.

The undead musician exits the bath, a towel wrapped around his hip bone to cover his lower regions and a towel tied around his hair at the top.

“Ah~ another refreshing wash from the bath.. I wonder how it’ll feel to bathe in a tub of milk.”

Brook’s walk was cut short as he notices you, attempting something quite dangerous that not even Luffy would try. Yet, something about it was familiar.

His eye sockets widen as he runs over. “[Name]-san!” Hearing the familiar voice, your startled self drops the object and it shatters instantly.

“Brook! You scared me!”

“Apologies... may I ask you what you were doing with that?..” Brook carefully asks, taking note of every action you made. He could feel how serious this seemed.

You bit your lip and turn away, kneeling down to pick up the pieces. “Nothing.. I just...”

‘Ah... I see.’

Distracted, you nearly jump when a few phalanges grab a hold of your wrist.

Brook’s tight grip forced your hold on the shattered pieces to release as he pulls it away and pulled you away from the mess.

“...” Even if you didn’t tell him, Brook already had a pretty good idea. He wasn’t stupid after all, his own crewmates often did similar things and it costed them their lives.

However, he could tell yours was intentional.

“Your life means more than you think.”

The skeleton spoke this as he begins to lead you to Chopper’s office, noticing you had cut your hand a bit.

“I don’t understand why anyone would take their own life deliberately like so.. no matter what the possible reason could be.. nothing is worth the attempt to take a life so precious, that you only have one of..”

Silence overtook you as you take in his words, feeling a swarm of emotions filling you inside.

“I won’t ask what’s going on but know that I and everyone else is always willing to listen...”

Outside Chopper’s office, Brook stops and turns to look down at you.

“[Name]-san. I’m sure you remember my backstory, right?”

You weakly nod, avoiding his gaze which he didn’t mind.

“Then you know that I am actually dead. However, I didn’t choose to die. Life chose for me.. and even with this devil fruit, I am given another chance at life, but at a cost.”

Tears were finally escaping you, silent sniffles being heard here and there as you continue to listen to him.

“Lives are not something to be taken lightly, and even if I am actually dead, I don’t regret this chance and am taking this opportunity to do better and I’m happier too. I’m with a new crew and family who I will protect and take care of, even if I die again to do so. You are one of them I will die for, if I have to.”

“[Name]-san.”

By then, you were a teary mess but that didn’t stop you from looking up at the tall musician as he offers his teethy smile.

“Remember. Your life means so much more than you think, hold more value for it. If you want to talk, I’m always here to listen and if you want a little song, I’m always happy to oblige.”

You muster up a weak smile through your tears as you nod and wrapped your arms around him tightly and gratefully.

“Thank you, Brook..”

His arms wrap around your smaller figure as he leans down more, smile softening as he chuckles.

“Yohohoho~! of course, any time.”

A/N : sorry this took so long, hun. Hope you still can see this when it posted it. I’m also sorry if it’s not great or what you expected.

I think the best one is Brook or Zoro.

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Call Me Back

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Warnings: death, a small sexual innuendo, and lots of commas and long sentences

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: You and Wanda promised each other you would always call to check in, and Wanda’s going to do her best to keep that promise, no matter what.

The first time you met Wanda was… well, when was the first time you met Wanda? Was it when wisps of red flashed in front of your eyes, projecting images so horrific and lifelike that you all but collapsed in a heartbeat? Or was it when she stepped forward to shake your hand timidly, grief and determination filling the witch as she promised to make up for it?

“I- I wouldn’t have done it if I… we were just trying…”

“Don’t worry about it,” you had told her with a smile before confiding in her about your own missteps, how you’d wreaked havoc on all of New York with your powers of body modification after your own parents died, how Fury finally got the Avengers to catch you, and how they quickly became your new family.

“You mean they really almost burned the kitchen down trying to make you a birthday cake?” The brunette giggled later that night as you recounted the story of your sixteenth birthday, the two of you sitting comfortably beside each other on the living room sofa.

“Yup. And when Nat showed up with an ice cream cake fifteen minutes later to find smoke in the living room, Sam told me she freaked on everyone.”

“Excuse me, Y/N, I did not do any ‘freaking.’ God, is that what you teenagers are calling it now?” The two of you erupted into laughter, and the redhead could do nothing more than shake her head, a smirk playing on her lips no matter how hard she tried to conceal it.

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Much like Nat and Steve predicted, the two of you became fast friends. You sat next to each other on movie nights, sang karaoke in your room when you thought everyone else was asleep (if they weren’t awake when you started, they certainly were once you were thirty seconds into Whitney Houston’s “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”), and, much to Steve’s dismay, when you finally became confident with your ability to grow wings on your back, snuck out regularly for late-night flights around the compound.

But you also insisted on being there for Wanda’s training sessions, even if it meant you had to wake up an hour earlier. You cradled the witch in your arms when she woke up night after night with an aching hole in her heart before you eventually insisted you guys just share a room. And you promised her, above everything else, that when you went out for anything, whether it be a quick grocery run or a month-long mission, you’d let her know you were okay.

You knew the promise she pleaded you to make was a result of the anxiety she suffered. She’d lost everyone she cared about; if a simple text or call was enough to put her at ease, you’d do it in a heartbeat.

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“Wanda,” you’d whispered, the teen immediately sitting up straight when she’d heard the cracks in your voice. “I- I don’t know what to do. I’m safe, but...” She told you to stay there, don’t move, she’d be there in minutes. And, with your brain unable to function enough to think of any other option, you listened.

Her heart broke at the sight of you, your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and your head hung, you feet occasionally kicking the wet sidewalk. The neon sign of the restaurant your date had promised to meet you at illuminated one side of your face, allowing her to see the tears that you had tried but failed so desperately to hold in. But the witch didn’t let you see her emotions, instead whisking you away from the unfamiliar section of the city, brushing the tears off of your cheeks and bringing you to the twenty-four-hour diner for milkshakes. She made a fool of herself in front of the waitstaff until tears flowed from your eyes once again, but this time, the crystalline drops rolled down your raised cheeks, aching from smiling too hard.

When you had a panic attack during training because you couldn’t get one of your body modification attempts to reverse—”Wanda, I cannot be stuck with claws for hands, I can’t!”—she refused to let you hang up until the steady sounds of her own breathing calmed you down, the sharp nails receding and making way for the soft pads of your very human fingertips.

And when she called you after the mission in Lagos, you worked tirelessly to complete your own solo mission as soon as you could. You returned to the tower to find her holed up in the bedroom, news broadcasts playing nonstop on the television to remind her of the horrors she’d committed; accident or not, she told you, she needed to hold herself accountable. You simply shook your head at her, holding out your hand without another word. She didn’t take it at first.

“You can’t fix it, Y/N. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have called you.” She was expecting you to fight her back on it, yell at her and demand that she take your hand, or perhaps you’d go the complete opposite direction and leave her alone, let her be swallowed by guilt and anguish, rip open old wounds and form new ones as she thought of how she tore apart families that were probably much like her own. You did neither.

Wanda’s green eyes remained fixed on your outstretched hand. You stayed silent, one eyebrow cocked as if daring her to see what would happen should she choose not to take it. It was only then that she realized, for once in her life, the person she most loved wasn’t leaving; the support she so desperately needed wouldn’t be yanked away from her when it was mere centimeters from her grasp.

So she rested her fingers in the palm of your hand, and you pulled her out to the balcony where the two of you had spent night after night watching the stars instead of sleeping, making up funny names for each of them and rolling in fits of laughter that only came to those delirious and sleep-deprived enough to understand just what was so funny. Except, this time, instead of dropping into the oversized beanbag chair that was the usual spot of your stargazing shenanigans, she watched curiously as you removed your shirt. Her mouth dropped as you closed your eyes and allowed the white feathers to emerge from beside the ridges of your spine. Although it was a process she’d seen several times before, your modifications had never ceased to amaze her, and your angel-like wings had always been her favorite. The witch admired the additions as you allowed them to flap slowly, once, twice, before turning back to her.

“Let’s go,” you finally spoke, the order gentle but leaving no room for negotiation.

“Where are we going?”

“Away.” That was enough for the brunette, who squeezed your hand before following your lead. She allowed you to guide her through the maze of clouds and couldn’t help but smile softly as the sun’s rays hit your face at just the right angle. You wore the exhaustion from your recent mission on your face, and streaks of dirt covered the bruises that she was sure littered your body. But she was content, in awe, because you were you. You didn’t put up walls to hide your scars from the world, didn’t use passive-aggressiveness to hide the passion that burned in your heart. At the end of the day, you were good, purely and truly good. You were an angel; even the sun knew it.

What Wanda didn’t realize, but what you taught her that night, as she sat surrounded by sunflowers, the moon, thousands of gleaming stars, and the tickle of your feathers as your wing pulled her close to you, was that she was one too.

“I’m glad you called me,” you whispered, your eyes not leaving the open sky as you pointed out a particularly bright spot. “I’m gonna call that one… Philip. He looks regal, real proud. Look at him, so much brighter than the others, and he knows it too.” The witch breathed out a soft chuckle, stroking her fingers over your feathers as she responded.

“I’m glad I called you too. And I think Philip is a good name for him. What about that one?”

“Hmm… Walter? He’s a bit more serious, I think. But you see the one next to him?” You waited until you got a nod from the girl before continuing. “That’s his sister. She makes sure he has fun, even when he says he doesn’t want to. But you name her, Wands. Naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” She squeezed the elbow that you nudged her with before giving in.

“Alright… that’s Delia. And, yeah, she’s the best. The life of the party. Walter keeps her grounded, though,” Wanda added, to which you agreed to with a hum. You two fell quiet after that, enjoying the comfortable silence and looking up at the twinkling lights, some of them gaining names and stories, others waiting to be named another night.

“Wanda?”

“Yeah?”

“You call me if you ever need me, okay? I know we started this with me calling you, but I’m here for you too.” The witch met your eyes with a firm bob of her head, but you continued, desperate to make sure she understood. “And if I don’t pick up at first, you call me back, okay? Call me until I respond, promise?”

“I promise,” Wanda soothed gently. “I will.”

“Okay, good, good. Because,” Wanda felt a brush of your feathers against her upper arm as you fluttered your wings, slightly agitated, “because I think I love you. I mean, um, I know. I know I love you. I love you. Yeah, I-” Wanda shut you up with a kiss, her lips pressed urgently against yours. And if you hadn’t lost your breath from your rambling or your declaration of love to the girl of your dreams, then you most definitely lost it as your lips melted into hers, in the comforting warmth of her palm against your cheek, and in the words that left her mouth as you finally pulled apart, breathless.

“I will, Y/N, I promise. Because I love you too.”

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People thought you were inseparable before you started dating, but they all realized how wrong they were after that night. The two twin beds quickly became a queen-sized mattress, sideline support during training sessions became fierce yet playful spars, and the private giggles you guys shared grew tenfold. Fury wasn’t exactly happy that his unofficial daughter was now dating, but he was pleased by how efficiently the two of you worked together, which led you to this moment, the two of you covering the Quinjet while waiting for the rest of the Avengers to finish their business inside the massive Hydra base. With Wanda covering the ground and you in the sky, flying with the white-feathered wings that Wanda loved so dearly, the two of you held off the swarms of Hydra agents relatively well. With a small break in between incoming agents, Wanda looked up to check on you, but she was a moment too late. Before she could even think to warn you, the pure feathers she loved to brush her fingers through fell from the sky, the white stained with red, your screams ripping through her eardrums.

No one, including Wanda, had time to think as she exploded with a new rage, one that hadn’t run through her in years. One that she hoped she would never experience again, but here she was. And there you were.

While you were held in the air by her signature red mist, the opposing agents fell to the ground. She didn’t care about their screams, only yours. And with them all dealt with, she could turn to you, rushing you both into the Quinjet and yelling for the other Avengers to get back here, now.

But her efforts were futile. She could press down on the wounds all she wanted, beg for you to come back until her voice was nothing more than a whisper, but nothing would work. You were gone the instant the missile had hit you, and as much as Wanda wanted to deny the truth, she knew it just as much as your other teammates did when they rushed onto the Quinjet. You were gone before you could say a single goodbye.

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The first time Wanda called was from your shared bedroom. She dialed your number before tracing the pillow where your head would have laid, running her fingers over the cartoon carrots that covered the comforter. The yellow bedding set was a gag gift Tony had gotten the two of you when you got your new bed.

“You know, since I figure the two of you will be going at it like rabbits,” he winked before getting immediately smacked in the back of the head by Steve.

“They will be doing no such thing,” the supersoldier had chastised him with a roll of his eyes. “God, Stark, sometimes I forget you have a brain when you say such stupid things.”

But you loved it, telling Wanda, “The carrots remind me of you, Bunny.” And how could she return the present when you were being so sweet about it? But the sheets didn’t make her smile in the same way they once did because you were gone. No one was there to tease her about the way her nose wiggled much like the little white fluffy creatures or promise to get her carrots from the market the next day.

The call went to voicemail, and as bittersweet as it was, Wanda savored it because it was you. Your voice. But the beep came far too soon, and your turn was done. So she spoke.

“Y/N, hey, it’s me, Wanda. I, um, I love you. I’ll always love you, yeah?” The witch put the phone down, thinking that was all she could bear to say as the lump in her throat ballooned in size and hot tears filled her eyes. But just before time was up, her hand shot up to press the device against her ear again. “Call me back, milaya.”

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The second time Wanda called was from the balcony. The brunette eyed the sparkling diamonds that filled the sky, wondering how you could be gone when, the last time she was here, you were right there beside her, laughing over the boys’ latest shenanigans and Ned, the newly named star.

Now, the beanbag chair felt too big, too empty without another person sitting next to her. Without you. So she dialed your number, the only number she bothered to learn by heart, and waited for the dulcet tones of your voice. As the dial tone rang, she ran one hand over the white feather that laid gingerly in her lap. Natasha had given it to her along with several others a few days after your death. Each of the team members had one to remember you by, but the spy had picked out the biggest and most brilliant ones to give to Wanda.

“I know how much her wings meant to you-” Natasha stiffened as Wanda threw her arms around her. But the witch didn’t care, her tears soaking the redhead’s shirt as she tried to find the words to thank her. She couldn’t, but it was okay. Natasha knew anyway. Wanda had little time to reflect on the memory before her face brightened at the sound of your voice.

“Hi, this is Y/N-

“And her girlfriend, Wanda! She’s taken, so don’t even think about it, you jerk!” Wanda smiled slightly at your jubilant laughter, remembering how you’d pushed her away for interrupting you.

“I’m not available right now, but leave me your name, number, and message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can, okay? Talk to you soon.” The witch’s eyes closed slightly as the greeting ended with a spell of your giggles before it was interrupted by that damn beep. God, how she hated that beep. Nevertheless, she took a breath and spoke out into the clear night sky, looking up at the stars as she did so.

“Hi, lyubov moya, it’s me. Wanda. I’m calling you back, just like you told me to. I’m not okay. I need you. I love you.” Her breath caught in her throat, forcing her to pause for a moment, but she forced herself to keep going a second later. “Sam and Bucky did the stupidest thing today. Nat and Steve were all over their asses. You should’ve seen it. I miss you. Please, call me back. I’ll tell you all about it.”

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The last time Wanda called was from the sunflower field. The two of you hadn’t been here since the night you told her you loved her. In fact, it took Wanda several hours to find it since she hadn’t been paying much attention to the route the first time you came.

Once again, the night was clear, the stars lighting up the dark canvas with their radiance. She missed the feeling of your wing wrapped around her, of your presence next to her. But she had one of your feathers in her fingers and your voice in her ear, and to ask for more would be greedy, right?

“Hi, angel. It’s Wanda. I’m calling you back to leave a message, but I can’t do it again after this because I don’t want your voicemail to fill up, okay? I’m sorry, I know I’m being selfish, but I need to be able to hear your voice, so I can’t let it fill up. But I haven’t forgotten you, I promise I haven’t. I never will. I’m still-” Wanda swallowed, a fighting effort to calm the waver in her voice. “I’m still not okay, but I’m trying. For you. But I’m not okay, I need you to call me back. I’ve named one up there Halia, but her twin sister needs a name. And naming stars is a two-person job, you know.” The witch sniffed once as the corner of her lip curved up slightly, remembering the playfulness in your voice when you’d first said the line. “Call me back, Y/N, please.”

With the message over, Wanda clutched the phone to her chest, her breaths becoming faster and shallower as she closed her eyes, trying to accept the knowledge that it’d be the last time she’d ever leave a message, the knowledge that she was really losing you… the knowledge that she already lost you.

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Months went by. Wanda wasn’t sure how they did, but they did. The first sign of it was the first Halloween without you, as she saw the other couples dressing up in matching costumes that you would’ve loved, costumes you would’ve pointed out to Wanda with an excited bounce and told her you’d have to wear next year. The next was Thanksgiving, when Wanda ran through the list of everything she was thankful for and came up short when she thought about the people she still had left. And then it was Christmas, and Valentine’s Day, and the first day of summer.

And while Wanda did her best to move on, she always found herself under the stars, dialing your number. She sat on the balcony, in the sunflower field, wherever she could see the sky, and she listened to your voice telling her that you’d call her back as soon as you could, always forcing herself to hang up a second before the beep could cut you off. Wanda named every other star she saw, leaving the ones in between for you and hoping that you’d approve of the names she chose.

“I’m naming that one Angel for you, Y/N,” Wanda murmured. “It’s even brighter than Philip. It’s the brightest star in the sky. I know you think it’s silly to name things after people, but this one’s just special, so you’re gonna have to make an exception, okay?” The brunette’s lips stopped moving, but her eyes stayed wide open as she watched the star as if, if she watched it long enough, studied it hard enough, you would materialize from its luminescence. As if you would come back to her. But when you didn’t, she finally allowed her watering eyes to rest, her eyelids drooping to surround her in darkness.

“I’m not okay, Y/N.” The witch’s voice was softer than it had ever been, more tired. But this time, there was no one to whisk her off and make her forget the heaviness of it all. “I need you so badly. I love you so much. I always will. But, please, angel, call me back.”

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