#is it okay to be upset about this or do I need to get my brain in order

[imaginespazzi]

nivi alr here me out, if you want to, plssss a pazzi one shot of paige jelly over azzi in georgias jersey…plus 😈

Y'all know the drill. This was written in very little time and is definitely not edited and is extremely silly but y'all said Nivi rescue us from this fic drought, and I figured I'd give you a little droplet tee hee :)

Everything wrong with the color red and the number 8

Pairing: Paige Bueckers X Azzi Fudd

Paige Bueckers deserves a pat on the back.

Actually, she deserves a goddamn trophy.

Because Azzi Fudd (pretty, sexy, beautiful, gorgeous, literally a goddess and also most importantly, her girlfriend as is proudly displayed on her phonecase) is sitting courtside.

Right where Paige can see her.

And Paige hasn't gotten distracted once (okay well that's not entirely true because she may or may not have frozen the second she'd come out for warmups and seen said ethereal girlfriend on the sidelines and she may or may not have stopped breathing even though she'd already known Azzi was going to be here, and Nalyssa may or may not have ran straight into her from behind because Paige quite literally could not move and Dijonai may or may not have called her a simp for that because oh my god Paige you literally had brunch with her this morning but all of that is just semantics!)

But in the grand scheme of things Paige is pretty proud of herself and her self-control (and no the little glances she's been sneaking throughout warmups do not count as a strike against any of that because if she didn't take the liberty of occasionally checking out her girlfriend who she hasn't seen in years weeks, that would just be blasphemy and Paige Bueckers is a devout Christian who does not engage in blasphemy)

That is until Georgia Amoore enters the scene.

Paige doesn't know Georgia particularly well beyond when she'd met the girl during draft weekend (which if she's honest, she'd mainly spent most of that weekend tucked into a corner with Shyanne, the two of them going back and forth about how much they missed and adored their girlfriends) but she knows that her and Azzi had bonded over DAWG camp and anyone that gets the Azzi Fudd seal of approval, pretty automatically gets the Paige seal of approval too.

There's a ruby red Mystics jersey slung casually across Georgia's shoulder that Paige doesn't really pay much attention. She grins at the shorter girl when she makes her rounds past the Dallas team, dapping up all of her teammates before reaching Paige. There's a twinkle in Georgia's eyes as she smirks at the blonde, something a little cocky about it that almost reminds her of herself. Neither of them say anything beyond their casual smiles and Paige pencils that interaction into her memory to be thrown out in a couple of seconds.

Or so she thinks.

She continues going about her drills, a slight pep in her step that's been present since Friday night when she'd come home, (not to Connecticut, but to Azzi) as she goes through her routine. Out of the corner of her eyes, she spots Georgia walking over to her girlfriend, her grin widening (which like fair, she thinks everyone should in fact smile their biggest smile when in the presence of literal best person ever Azzi Fudd, but does she really need to show all thirty-two teeth like that?) as she reaches the brunette.

Naturally, Azzi hugs the Australian (and Paige isn't upset about that of course because Azzi is allowed to hug people and because she knows without a doubt that the way Azzi hugs other people is nothing compared to the way she hugs Paige, with her arms wrapped tightly around the blonde's body and her head tucked right into the crevice of her neck like it's where she feels the safest) who beams a little too bright for Paige's liking but she lets it slide, especially because Arike's just come over to join her to go through passing drills and Paige is not about to give her teammates more ammunition to tease their "baby gay" (which by the way Paige thinks is ridiculous because she's been gay for a hot minute now -and she definitely been gay longer than Nai- so really in her opinion she's a "grown gay") about how atrociously down bad she is for Azzi (which she is, proudly so, just in case anyone was wondering!).

Paige can't quite make out the conversation they're having as they break apart, but she hears Georgia giggle (a little too loud if you ask her) and then Azzi laughs (a beautiful sound that echoes warmly against Paige's ears but not nearly as perfect as the one she makes when it's Paige who elicits that lovely bout of laughter from her lips).

It happens in the flash of a second, between the ball leaving Paige's hands and finding it's way to Arike's (the universal sign for incoming disaster as Paige is quickly learning but will never say out loud). There's a blur of red in her peripheral and Paige swears she's not being dramatic, but it feels like the arena goes a little cold when her gaze drifts back to the courtside seats.

Georgia Amoore has disappeared.

But her presences still lingers, short and chaotic.

Because Azzi, her Azzi, who had previously been wearing a cute little white UConn top that defined her oh-so-lovely biceps and had been cropped just enough for that bellybutton piercing (the bane of fifteen year old Paige's existence and the object of all of post-sixteen year old Paige's desires) to peek out right underneath it, is now wearing a Mystics jersey.

Not just any Mystics jersey.

Georgia fucking Amoore's #8 Mystics jersey.

And Paige quite literally and figuratively sees red.

She blinks a couple of times, waiting for her own vision to be proven wrong. But nothing changes. Azzi's still right there.

Still in red.

Still in a Mystics Jersey.

Still in fucking #8.

Paige doesn't hate a lot of things (except for anyone who has the audacity to even blink in Azzi's direction with the wrong intentions that is) but in that moment she hates the color red (god who had let her wear red in her pregame outfit? that must have been some cursed foreshadowing) and she really hates the #8 (no seriously, she's going to have to text Jana and threaten to disown her from her will if the Egyptian doesn't immediately change her jersey number)

Azzi for her part, is the picture of innocence as she settles back into her seat, as if she hasn't done anything, as if she hasn't just thrown the cosmic balance of Paige's life off-kilter by wearing that offending item.

God, Paige is going to ruin her (when, she's not really sure, considering they're going straight back to Dallas after the game and Azzi has to fly in the opposite direction of that -a thought Paige is suppressing as far to the back of her mind as it will go- but it's going to happen; besides Paige is known for her efficiency for a reason, she doesn't need particularly long, just the two of them alone in the semi-secrecy of a locked bathroom somewhere in this wretched building)

And if the smirk dancing but never quite settling on Azzi's lips is anything to go by, the brunette knows it too (welcomes it even, as if both of them aren't currently running on about two hours of sleep and unspeakable amounts of caffeine to keep them functioning right now after getting reacquainted with each other's souls last night).

Arike can barely hold in a laugh when she spots Azzi and her jersey (Paige briefly wonders if there's a fine for burning opposing player's jersey and then consoles herself with the fact that if there is, it's nothing she can't pay out of pocket considering the length of the zeroes in her bank account is definitely larger than Georgia Amoore's fucking vertical) as she's walking over to greet another familiar face, before dapping up the brunette and then promptly returning back to Paige with a shit-eating grin.

"You gonna let that slide?" the vet asks coyly, the laughter palpable in her tone.

Paige doesn't respond, her focus solely on her girlfriend (and it's a sin that said girlfriend still look to entirely perfect even dressed in enemy attire that Paige wants to rip off her body for partially non-sexual reasons) who continues to smile cavalierly in her direction.

"Are you seriously wearing that?" Paige mouths, pointing at the jersey adorning her girlfrien'd perfect body (what she really wants to scream, is take it the fuck off)

Azzi raises her eyebrows as she shrugs, blinking almost naively (as if there isn't a hidden challenge of make me spelled out in the dark brown of her irises)

Paige purses her lips, narrowing her eyes, not quite a glare (because she's jealous and posessive but not stupid and she would never glare at the princess) but enough that it makes Azzi bite her lip, (which should be illegal because now Paige really wants march over and kiss her until that perfect lip routine of hers becomes a distant memory) not in fear, never that, but something else.

Something far more carnal that makes Azzi fidget in her seat and clench her thighs together.

It's subtle, something nobody else would notice but Paige. Because it's only for Paige, has only been for her since they were teenagers and just beginning to understand what that feeling was.

And Paige doesn't smirk, doesn't let anything show as she gets back into the rhythm of the passing drill with Arike, but something flares inside of her. (and no it isn't just pure horniness jesus fuck she has a game to play okay?)

Satisfaction.

And that innate feeling of knowing what is hers, will always be hers.

Because Georgia Amoore could win these harmless battles, but Paige doesn't even have to step into the battlefield to win the war.

Azzi could wear any jersey, any number, any color.

But fate itself had carved Bueckers into her heart, and even an Australian can't fight destiny.

[navybrat817]

Hold You Tight: Part 27

Pairing: Club Owner!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Fic Summary: The owner of The 107th wants you to be his girl whether you like it or not.

Part 26 | Series Masterlist | Part 28

Chapter Word Count: Almost 4k

Chapter Summary: An idea comes to you regarding part of your future and Bucky has a few choice words for your parents.

Chapter Warnings: Confrontation, bonding of sorts, inner turmoil, world building, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?), more warnings to come.

A/N: I don't know what happened to the original post. Let's try this again! More Hold You Tight, and thank you for sticking with me! Bucky edit by the beautiful @nixakimbo . ❤️ Beta read by the lovely @mumbles411 , but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-in-darkness. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You thought it would feel strange with Curtis hanging out in the kitchen while you baked the brownies, but it wasn’t as bad as you thought, and it was something you’d have to get used to since he would be around you going forward. He didn’t try to fill the silence with small talk unless you asked him a question, likely trying to remain in the “shadows”. You did wonder what was on his mind since he mentioned being trapped, but it wasn’t any of your business. He was your bodyguard and that didn’t mean he’d be your friend. 

“Smells delicious,” he said, standing when you took them out of the oven. 

“Don’t worry. I won't burn myself,” you said, nodding for him to sit back down. “And thanks. I hope you like them.”

“I'm sure I will.”

Ray walked into the kitchen the moment you set the brownies out to cool off and looked between you and Curtis who settled back in his chair. “A treat for breakfast?” he guessed.

“A treat for Curtis,” you said, making your bodyguard smile a little.

Ray blinked hard and slow. “I see,” he said, pushing his glasses up. Did that upset him? 

“Well, that batch is for Curtis. You have first dibs on the other batch,” you clarified. 

“Thank you. That’s very kind of you.” The blonde raised an eyebrow. “And what about the boss?” 

“He’s third. He knows what he did,” you said unapologetically. They were your brownies. You could do what you wanted with them.

Curtis hid a smile before Ray asked, “And how are you feeling?”

You put your hands on the counter and shrugged. “Hard to say since I’m seeing my parents today and still dealing with…”

“Everything,” Ray finished for you. 

You nodded. “I appreciate you asking.” It felt like you hadn’t talked to him in days and you admittedly missed it. Like Curtis, keeping you safe wasn’t a bore or chore in his eyes. He believed you were brave and part of you was starting to believe it, too. 

“We’re all glad you're safe now,” he softly said.

“Careful there. You might be showing emotion,” Curtis said, earning him a glare from his colleague. 

“Where’s Bucky?” you asked. 

“He sulked for a minute when you kicked him out of the kitchen,” he said, making Curtis snort. Again, Bucky knew what he did. “But he’s in his office. Called Steve and Natalia. He also got an update on Lois.”

“How is she?” you asked, hoping that things were still looking up.

“She’s recovering well,” he assured you. You were glad to hear that. “From what we know, she’s stubborn and strong and it’ll take time, but she’ll be fine.”

You let out a breath. “I really need to see her, and I need to talk to Natasha,” you said. A woman you could hopefully help heal and move forward and a woman who was going to help you in some capacity. Both receiving and paying it forward. As that thought settled in your mind, an idea washed over you, making you stand up straighter and look at Ray again. 

“What is it?” he asked. 

“I have a thought,” you answered, trying not to get too excited. “I need to talk to Bucky.”

Curtis jumped from his chair when you walked out without another word, his footsteps behind you nearly silent. He really was going to be a good bodyguard for you. Ray followed, too, likely curious about why you rushed out so quickly.

Bucky looked up from his desk when you walked into the office, a smile on his face when he stood up. “Brownies ready?” he asked, holding his hand up to keep Curtis and Ray from walking in. 

“Yeah, but that’s not what I came in here for,” you said, taking a seat on the sofa. Bucky immediately went to join you. “I have a bit of a crazy idea and I wanted to get your opinion on it.” 

“You want my opinion?” The subtle shift in his posture showed he was touched. “And I’m the crazy one, Kotyonok, so nothing you could say would ever sound crazy to me.”

You didn’t dispute that he was crazy. “So, you know how one of the things that attracted you to me was helping your mom and my generally kind nature?”

He nodded slowly. “Yes.”

“And you helped Natasha however long ago so she could give the women who work at her hotel a better life, right?” you continued. You remembered Natasha telling you if it wasn't for Bucky she wouldn't be where she was. 

“Yes, I did,” he confirmed, not elaborating on how or why.

“What if I do something kind of like that? What if I try to help other women who have…” You swallowed and tried to find the right words, suddenly nervous to ask for his opinion. “Been through stuff, like Lois or me.”

He tilted his head. “You want to help women who have been hurt in some capacity?”

“Yeah. Assault. Abuse. Trauma,” you said. You thought of your own situation, not just Clark's attack, but Bucky systemically making his way into your life. He wasn't out to harm you, but some stalkers did try to harm their victims. “And it's not like I’d have to quit being a florist. I just… I don't know. I want to do something.”

It could've been a means to take back some more control of your life. Being by Bucky’s side, you didn’t want to lose who you were in your core and wanted to continue putting good back into the world. Perhaps you wanted to pay it forward even more since others didn't have the kind of money and protection you now had. 

“It’s stupid, isn't it?” you asked when he stayed quiet. 

You were a florist. Yes, you volunteered when you could and wanted to help people, but it wasn’t your area of expertise. An endeavor like that was out of your depth, wasn't it? 

Bucky framed your face, his eyes flashing with a mixture of pride and fury. “Don't you ever say an idea of yours is stupid. I won't stand for that,” he said, his gaze softening considerably. “Especially since that’s a great idea.”

You studied him, looking for any sign that he was joking. He wasn’t. “Really?” you asked in a small voice.

He kissed the tip of your nose with a smile. “Really. Money won’t be an issue. We can sketch out a plan and figure out what exactly you want to focus on, start local and small. Or you can sketch out the plan and I’ll give input if you seek it out,” he said, a hint of his businessman tone coming out. “If this is really something you want, we’ll make it happen.”

“So, just like that?” you asked. He was really supporting this?

“Of course. It’s admirable that you continue to look out for others and I’m going to support whatever you want to do,” he said. 

“Thank you,” you whispered. You didn’t want to admit how nice it felt that he was backing this up, especially when you had no set plan yet. 

“It also means a lot that you asked for my opinion.”

“Well, we have to talk through these things. It’s what couples do,” you said. 

His smile was brighter than the light in the room. “So, you really see us as a couple now.”

“I guess so,” you said. What choice did you have?

He sighed before he kissed your lips, featherlight and full of promise. “You won’t regret it,” he whispered, suddenly standing and helping you to your feet, too. “You’re still in your robe.”

“I’ve been in the kitchen this whole time,” you reminded him, your mind going back to Curtis and wondering more about his past. 

Bucky checked his watch. “Why don’t you get ready for lunch? I think Curtis and Ray have seen you in your robe enough for one day,” he tried to tease and checked his watch. 

“And what about the day I’m walking around in nothing but my underwear?” you blurted out without meaning to.

Darkness crossed Bucky’s eyes, but it was more lust than rage when he put his hands on your hips. “I’d hate to have to hurt my own men, but I do love the thought of you walking around our home so… freely.”

“I’ll bet you do,” you whispered, knowing he’d probably chase you around or drag you to bed if he had the chance. “But for now, yes, I should get dressed.”

“Don’t want to keep your parents waiting,” he said, letting you pull away to get ready. “I hope I make a lasting impression.”

You shivered, wondering just what kind of impression he wanted to make. “I’m sure you will.”

Curtis leaned against the wall outside of the office while Ray stood on the other side. “You want to help others, huh?” your bodyguard asked.

You stopped to face him. “Yeah, I do.”

Curtis didn’t say anything else, but he looked impressed. So did Ray. You didn’t have time to dwell on that. You had to get ready for a lunch that you didn’t want to go to. 

But your whole life as of late had been a series of events you had to participate in without much of a choice, so what was one more?

Bucky held your hand the entire drive to the restaurant and didn’t force you to talk, which you appreciated since your stomach was in knots. You found yourself playing with the diamond necklace, which he had put around your neck before you left. Your mom would no doubt stare at it or make a comment since you had never had such a nice piece of jewelry. Was this going to be a disaster or were you overthinking it?

“We’ll get through this quickly,” Bucky told you once the car stopped, his lips brushing the top of your hand. “Long enough for me to meet them and send them on their way.”

The knot in your stomach tightened more. How exactly was he going to send them on their way? “And after that?”

“Whatever you want,” he promised, helping you out of the car.

You didn’t pay much attention as you were escorted to the private table, but you knew Ray and Curtis weren’t far behind. The place was bright and airy, but sophisticated. It would've been a nice place to go on a date. Would this lunch sour that idea?

“I’m here,” Bucky whispered, pulling out your chair for you.

Considering the way he burst into your life you never expected to lean on him for anything. You had since your attack and now this, looking to him for support without meaning to. You even asked for his opinion on your idea to help other women, which you did seek out. Who were you becoming?

“Why do I care so much about what they think?” you asked when he sat down beside you.

“Because they’re your parents and it’s natural,” he replied, taking your hand under the table. “But you don’t need them.”

You were about to argue that you did need them before you caught them in your line of sight, your back rigid as they moved closer. They didn’t look overjoyed to see you, which broke your heart a bit. Bucky squeezed your hand before you realized you had squeezed his hand first. This was going to be a long lunch.

“It’s good to see you,” your dad said when Bucky released your hand only to pull your chair back to help you stand. “And you must be-”

“Bucky, her boyfriend. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” he said, shaking his hand and smirking when your dad winced and turning a critical eye on your mom. Neither of them hugged you before they took their seats and you quickly sat back down to hide your embarrassment. “You two raised quite the woman,” he added, daring them to say something.

“Thank you,” your mom said, looking over the menu. 

“Since the menu seems to be more important than greeting your daughter, please, pick whatever you want,” Bucky smiled like a wolf getting ready to strike while you gaped at him. “I spare no expense when it comes to her and her… loved ones. Just look at her necklace. I purchased it for our first date.”

Your mom’s mouth fell open and you felt a bit of satisfaction when your dad squirmed in his seat. Did that make you a bad person? “I’m sorry. I meant nothing by it.” Your mom cleared her throat. “We’re thrilled to see you. It’s just with our accounts being frozen…”

“You’ve had a lot on your mind,” you filled in the blanks. You were used to it.

“Yes, I’m sorry about your accounts,” Bucky said without sounding sorry at all and pretended to look over his menu. “Interesting how you always think of others first even when you have a lot on your mind, Kotyonok,” he said loud enough for the whole table to hear. “Makes me wonder what that came from.”

Your mom’s mouth didn’t drop again, but you heard her sharp inhale on her next breath and your dad squirmed again. They weren’t used to subtle insults like that, especially for someone who had just met them. But as Bucky took your hand, you very much felt like his queen and he was defending you as such.

“Aren’t you going to compliment her necklace?” Bucky asked, turning his head to smile at you. “It’s as beautiful as she is.”

Your face felt hot when your parents stared and admired the diamonds. “They don’t have to say anything,” you mumbled.

“But I don’t understand. What kind of parents don’t compliment their child, especially when they haven’t seen them in some time?” he asked. Once again, it was loud enough for them to hear. He was digging the knife in and twisting it in the most passive aggressive way.

“It’s beautiful,” your mom said enviously, avoiding looking at Bucky. 

“Thanks,” he said, flagging the server down and putting a hand to his chest. “Like I said, whatever you want. It’s on me.”

You picked a light meal, knowing there was a high chance you couldn’t stomach something heavy. Your mom chose the highest priced meal, which Bucky merely smiled expectantly. Your dad had the good sense to not do the same. It would’ve been nice if they asked how you were or gave some sort of indication that they cared.

“How did you two meet?” your dad asked to break the tension, which only made you nervous all over again.

“My club, and I very much fell for her first,” Bucky answered easily and leaned over to kiss your temple. “I knew she was the one the moment I laid eyes on her.”

“Club?” your mom questioned. “Since when do you go to clubs?”

“It was for Addison’s bachelorette party,” your boyfriend answered for you, smiling again. “You know Addison, don’t you? I would hope so. She’s practically family to her.”

You took a sip of your water and said nothing as your parents looked more uncomfortable with each passing second. The air was awkward to say the least.  Bucky, on the other hand, looked over the moon one second and was ready to kill the next. It had to be giving your parents whiplash.

“She’s a good friend,” your mom said, her smile shaky. “How’s the shop?” she asked, changing the subject.

“The shop’s great,” you said and found yourself smiling since you did love the place and your job. “Mrs. Crandle is still a great boss and-”

“And you’re still just a florist,” she cut you off dismissively with a shake of her head, wiping your smile away. “You could’ve been so much more.”

Your eyes glossed over, but you held your head high. “There’s nothing wrong with me being a florist, and I am more.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Are you?”

“Ease up,” your dad whispered to your mom, shocking you both. Since when was he not on her side? Or was it because Bucky glared at them?

“Just a florist.” The man beside you chuckled, a dark and empty sound. “Tell them about the idea you told me about earlier today.”

The knot filled your stomach so much that you feared you’d get sick. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” you said, not wanting to hear what they had to say since they never backed you up on anything.

“But it’s a great idea,” he assured you, giving your parents a smile. “Wait until you hear it.”

Your dad leaned forward and appeared interested. Was it for show? “What is it?” 

Bucky nodded, encouraging you to speak up. “I went through something recently,” you said carefully, not wanting to blurt it out. “And it made me realize I want to help others and build a support system for women who have been through things.”

Your parents looked at each other as you held your breath. “That sounds ambitious,” your dad said just as carefully as you. “I realize you have good intentions, but…”

“You can’t just up and decide you want to run a charity,” your mom said, laughing and tapping her finger on the table when Bucky gripped his water glass. “You need more than just good intentions. You need experience and funding, which you have none of.”

You sighed. It was exactly what you expected. They wanted you to be more, but offered no encouragement when you tried. 

“Aren’t you even going to ask what I went through?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. For the first time, your mom looked worried. “Someone-”

“They don’t deserve to know.” Bucky took a sip before he gently set the glass down, making you eye him warily. He looked like he was ready to explode. “She isn’t just deciding, by the way. She has volunteer experience and she’s going to formulate a plan. And what she may lack in other ‘experiences’, she has passion, heart, and drive. It’s a shame you're too blind to see that.”

Your mom shrank back in her seat, looking as small as you felt. “I didn’t mean-”

“And as far as funding, I’ll be helping her with that since I don't expect either of you to lend her a thing. She has her own money, too. You just didn't know it,” he explained, bitterly laughing again at their shocked expressions. “Jesus Christ. You’re her parents. You should be proud of her. She’s loved by everyone she meets and she has thrived without your support.” He let that hang in the air before he continued. “She has more character in her finger than you two have in your entire body and I will back her up on anything and everything she needs because I believe in her.”

You placed a hand on Bucky’s thigh to ground him, your eyes welling with tears again. You were torn between not wanting him to cause a scene and for him to keep speaking because it just felt nice to hear. It felt pathetic and empowering, a strange combination. 

“I just wanted you to support and love me,” you whispered, your chest aching at finally saying the words. “Why didn't you?”

Why did it hurt so much that you didn't have the love you needed?

Your dad leaned back like you slapped him while your mom didn't move. “We did and do love you,” he swore, looking to his wife for help when Bucky scoffed in disbelief. “Tell her.”

He shouldn't have to tell her that.

“We just wanted you to have direction,” your mom said, flinching when Bucky leaned forward with one elbow on the table. She couldn't even say she loved you. 

“She has always had direction. You just never bothered to look where she was going,” he said, his voice soft and dangerous. “Though I guess your lack of support helped build her into the woman I love, so I almost wonder if I should thank you for not being who she needed.”

“I’m not going to sit here and let you continue to insult us,” your dad said since your mom was rendered speechless for once. 

You almost warned your dad that Bucky wasn't the kind of man to mouth off to, but didn't. 

“You know, I think I know now why you wanted to become a florist,” Bucky said as if he didn’t hear him. “You’re surrounded by warmth and brightness and you get to watch things bloom and grow and thrive because you never had that.”

You blinked away your tears. Bucky saw what they didn’t. You didn’t have to point it out.

“We do love our daughter, even if we didn't show it in the best way,” your dad argued, trying to take your hand across the table, but Bucky pulled you back. It was another brick added to the wall to keep people he didn’t want near you out.

“You didn’t love her enough and you never will.” He took his wallet out and threw some money on the table, more than enough to cover the meals that hadn’t yet arrived at the table. “Thank God I love her enough for all of us and I always will.”

Your mom sniffled. You hardly ever saw her cry. “I…” She trailed off when your boyfriend tossed more money on the table. 

“That should cover the rest of your time here in the city. Take it. Or don’t. But I’m not going to sit here and play nice with people who make my future wife feel low about herself.” He pushed himself up and let your parents see just how large and imposing he was. “Just leave her alone the way you always have.”

They were good at leaving you alone. 

“Please,” your dad begged, making you pause. “We’re sorry.”

“Empty apologies mean nothing,” Bucky said, his eyes narrowed. “Oh, and as it stands, I don’t want you at our wedding, but maybe your loving daughter will change my mind.”

“Wedding?!” your mom exclaimed. 

“Yes, she’s going to be my wife and have a wonderful lifetime with me.” He smiled when you didn't disagree. “Enjoy the rest of your trip.”

Bucky helped you up from the table and led you away, not even letting you look back when you heard your mom choke on a sob. They didn’t chase after you. They never would.

Your steps felt heavy. Your head spun. It was a relief that they knew how you felt in some capacity, but you didn't feel much better. Why not?

“They’re the past and I’m your present and future,” your boyfriend whispered, slipping an arm around you when you bit your lip. “I’m the family you need.”

“Thank you for sticking up for me,” you said, making him preen. 

“I’ll always defend and stick up for you,” he promised, his grip possessive. “And I'm proud of you.”

What was there to be proud of? No, you wouldn't think like that. You were a good person, and a survivor. Your parents and their lack of support and care wouldn't take that from you.

“But I didn’t even get to tell them what happened.” What if they had wanted to help? They weren’t loving, but you were still their daughter and your mom had looked worried for a second.

“You don’t need them. Not when you have me,” he said, leaving no room to argue when he nodded to Ray and Curtis who hovered nearby. “And I won't let them hurt you ever again.”

You should’ve known lunch with your parents meant Bucky would close the door. You would have no choice but to move forward. And you didn't know what that meant except that you were now one step closer to being entirely his. 

This chapter took a lot out of me! As a mom who wants to show nothing but love and support to my babies (and protect them), I want to wrap Kotyonok in a huge hug. Where do we think they'll go from here? Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[sabxhere]

MY FAVORITE SAD LITTLE MEOW MEOW BASSIST, NOOOOOOO😭😭😭💔💔💔ohhhhh, their expressions, my heart😭😭💔💔GREG'S EXPRESSION WHEN HE SAW HIM BEING UPSET, WHAT THE FUCK NYAN, AUGHHHH😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

Omg, I feel a yap incoming I gotta put this here

OKAY PERFECT, PFFFF- UMMMM, THAT WAS SICK AND TWISTED???? The idea is so interesting, the fact that it would upset petey enough to think of how, once he realizes the full extent of his feelings (maybe he thought at first it was just a crush, but seeing him with someone else hurt him and made him realize he cares more about him than he initially thought??), he would think of how, even if they got together, how greg's career and future would be impacted by it, making him try to distance himself??? FOUL. FOULLLLL. DO IT AGAIN, I GOTTA SCREAM LOUDER WGWHWHWHWHWHHWHWHWHW/SILLY/VVVVPOS

The distancing is. awfully, terribly, INCREDIBLY fitting, both as a way to protect greg, but also, subconsciously, his feelings too, so he wouldn't be hurt any longer by greg getting closer to someone else, someone who he views as "better" and wouldn't endanger his career, putting my face in my hands, what the actual FUCK, NYAN WBWHWHWHWJWJWJJWJW

I just knowwww that if they talked about this, as I believe they'll be bound to, with greg noticing him being more distant and wanting to know what was wrong, greg would immediately reassure him and tell him he doesn't care about all that but cares about him and lil petey more, that they're more important to him than anything else, GODDDDDDDDD. GOD. OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH THEM, I NEED THEM DEAD RNRNRNRNRN (also I love sarah showing off pics of yolay to greg, AWWWWW💖💖💖💖💖)

Hiii! I love your bassSitter au 🫶🏻 can we see jealous petey🙏🙏

HIIII THANK YOU!!!! SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY 😢😢🙏🙏🙏

ANYHOW JEALOUS PETEY IS SERVED... (Bonuses and commentary under the cut)

I think Petey would question himself if it's really okay to like dogman..I meann he's a cop afterall, this question kept circulating inside his head like What if Greg lost his reputation if he's dating the same gender as him, Petey would try to avoid getting close with Greg after that.

And Sarah treat Greg tto a Cafe just for her to bomb him pictures of her wife (Yolay)

Hopefully this answered your ask!!!

[rainrot4me]

It's been kind of stormy (like flash floods and tornado warnings kind) where I'm at and so I was wondering how you HC Toby, Jeff, Tim, etc during one of those huge (and scary) thunderstorms?

Ahh! Stay safe!!

── .✦

✦ . jeff the killer

Thrives in the chaos.

Jeff is unbothered by the storm—actually, he kind of loves it. The power outages, the flickering lightning, the chance to wander outside when everyone else is hiding? That’s his kind of night.

He might disappear during the worst of it just to roam around and “enjoy the ambience,” but if you’re scared, he’ll post up on the couch with you, arms thrown behind his head, acting all nonchalant.

“What? It’s just rain. Chill. Unless you want me to tell you the story of the last time lightning hit a guy’s spine. That one’s real fun.”

✦ . ticci toby

High anxiety, low sleep.

Loud thunder and intense wind? It sets him off. His senses are already heightened, so the constant pressure, flashes, and rumbles make it hard for him to relax. He paces. Taps. Fidgets like crazy.

You’ll likely find him on the floor with his hoodie over his head, chewing on a hoodie string or knuckles tapping fast. He won’t admit he’s scared—but if you hold his hand? He’ll squeeze back.

“I’m not scared, it’s j-just loud. And fa-fast. And my heart’s doing that thing again. Sh-Shut up. Don’t laugh.”

✦ . eyeless jack

Oddly calm, almost serene.

Jack gets quiet and reflective when storms hit. He doesn’t mind them—it reminds him of being human. Of long nights stuck indoors. If you’re afraid, he’ll sit with you and talk in that deep, soothing voice.

Blankets, low light, the sound of rain drumming against the windows—he becomes surprisingly gentle during these moments. If you can’t sleep, he’ll read aloud or just hold you while the storm passes.

“It’s only water and pressure. Let it pass. I’ve weathered worse. You’re safe here.”

✦ . masky (tim wright)

Overly alert, stress levels high.

Thunderstorms make Tim hypervigilant. He’s constantly checking windows, unplugging appliances, walking the perimeter. It’s less about fear and more about control—he needs to do something to soothe all the anxious energy.

If you’re scared, he’ll bring you to the safest corner of the house, hand you water, and wrap an arm around you without saying much. It’s protective instinct kicking in.

“We’re good. Power’s out? Fine. Got flashlights, got food. You? You’re staying right here, with me.”

✦ . hoodie (brian thomas)

Ghost mode.

Brian becomes quiet and watchful during storms. He’s used to navigating in the dark and doesn’t mind a power outage—it gives him an excuse to slow down. You’ll usually find him on the porch.

He’ll sit beside you with a candle lit, sipping coffee, letting you curl up under his hoodie if the sound is overwhelming. If there’s a tornado warning, he’s already got the emergency kit packed.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you. If we need to move, I’ll let you know. Just breathe. We’re okay.”

✦ . kate the chaser

Tense but collected.

Kate’s fight-or-flight is always close to the surface. A massive storm doesn’t scare her—but it does put her on high alert. She’ll take care of what needs to be done, snapping orders if needed.

If you’re visibly upset, she’ll settle in next to you and let you cling. She won’t admit it, but your fear makes her softer.

“I’ll keep watch. You sleep. If anything gets too close, I’ll be sure to get us out.”

✦ . ben drowned

Annoyed and glitchy.

Ben is furious when the power goes out because—no WiFi. No console. No screens. The storm fries his nerves, especially if there’s flickering that disrupts his internal “frequency.”

He might pace like a cat, trying to distract himself with cards or dumb games on his phone. But if you’re scared? He’ll roll his eyes and pull you close, muttering about how “it’s just wind” while secretly comforting you. If lightning ever hits, it’s fun to watch his pixels spazz out for a minute.

“Ugh. I swear if this storm bricks my backup files again, I’m gonna scream. But yeah, sure, come here. I’ll keep you warm—whatever.”

✦ . clockwork

Calm, focused, takes charge.

Natalie has that calm, “big sister energy” when things go bad. She immediately makes sure everyone’s okay—locates batteries, locks windows, pulls you away from anything dangerous.

You won’t even realize how scared you are until she’s got your face cupped in her hands, checking your eyes and making you sit down and breathe.

“Storms come and go, baby. But I don’t. Sit tight. I’ve got this. You just stick with me, okay?”

✦ . laughing jack

Unpredictable.

Jack either loves storms because they’re loud, theatrical, and chaotic—or he goes eerily silent and curls up in a corner like a traumatized cat.

If it’s one of his good days, he’ll be watching the lightning flash like it’s fireworks, making jokes to calm you down. On bad days? He needs the affection. Needs you grounding him.

“Boom! Nature’s having a tantrum! …What, scared? I’ll hold your hand if you hold mine, sweetheart.”

✦ . slenderman

Completely unbothered, weirdly serene.

The storm doesn’t touch him. The wind won’t enter his forest unless he wills it. But if you’re affected, he will appear silently beside you, energy swirling slightly, and place a hand on your back.

He won’t speak unless necessary. He simply exists as a protective presence—watching, listening, shielding.

“Rest. I will not allow the world to harm you tonight.”

꩜ .ᐟ

[lalaluna20]

Can you do fluff reader comforting Caitlin after the Fever sun game please?

comfort

caitlin clark x reader context: reader is sitting court side by the fever bench, first part is over the game, second part is comfort. tw: mention of the fever sun game, description of violence. word count: 1,265

it was going to be a rough game. you knew that from the start. from tip off you already saw the shoving between jacy and caitlin. this so call “rivalry” has been nothing more than hyper aggression, even during the iowa days. you’ve never liked it when caitlin and jacy had to guard each other, you already knew it would be aggressive. all you could do is hope nothing bad happens.

as the game progressed you can see multiple fouls not getting called. the first two quarters went smoothly, nothing big really happening besides a couple of fouls being called and a bunch being ignored. you continue to focus on the game, cheering on the fever and making sure to cheer extra loudly for caitlin. yet you had a gut feeling telling you something bad is going to happen.

that’s when it happens

3rd 4:49 game clock, shot clock 13

caitlin gets jabbed in the eye by sheldon, after displacement by sheldon.

3rd 4:48 game clock, shot clock 12

caitlin shoves sheldon back, and marina mabery runs up and slams caitlin to the ground.

your eyes widen, time slows down, the crowd break out into yells a mix of “ooo”, gasps, and quickly “boos”. you see indiana’s bench running to the seen, some staying back to hold players, one member on the bench, coming over to you, keeping you at your seat so you wouldn’t do anything rash.

you were frozen in place, shocked by what just happened, your stomach drops and tightening at the same time, trying to process what just happened.

as they review the plays, you look over at caitlin. you see her laugh and smile with her teammates. she looks over at you, giving you a quick reassuring smile before taking a sip of her gatorade.

when the calls came out, that's when indiana saw red, both fans and players.

you, like everyone else was upset by the calls, but you couldn't focus on that, you just had to focus on the game going on.

FEVER WIN

final: connecticut sun 71, indiana fever 88. player of the game: caitlin clark, pts: 20, reb: 1, ast: 6, stl: 2.

although you were proud of her, none of that matter to you. all that mattered was if she’s okay. you knew she was running off of adrenaline and stubbornness, but now the game was over, you were worried about her state.

you wait outside the locker room, waiting for her to get done with the press conference and take a quick shower. as you wait you run into her teammates walking out. they all give you a hug, as you congratulate them on their win. when aliyah comes out you run up to her, asking if caitlin is okay and if she needs anything. aliyah being the sweetheart she is, is quick to calm you down. she tells you caitlin is close to being done and that she’s doing okay. right as she finish speaking caitlin walks out.

she quietly walks up to the two of you, wrapping and arm around your shoulder. “hey baby” she says with a smile, pulling you closer to her. you quickly hug her back, as aliyah says her byes.

the car ride home was quiet at first. “you did good tonight” you say softly, holding her hand tightly. a small laugh escapes her lips, you can tell she’s tired. “thanks baby, i always do better when you’re there.” you look over at caitlin, her eyes locked on the road. a small sigh escapes your lips. “does it hurt?” you ask. “it stings, but my back hurts more than anything.” you nod, already planning on taking care of her when you go home.

at home

you guys eat some leftover pasta, not feeling like making or getting anything tonight. you finish before caitlin, getting up from the island seating in your kitchen. when you do, her hand rests on your waist. a silent ask on ‘where you going’. “i’m going to clean my plate and then get a bath ready for you.” you say, pressing a kiss on her head, her hand leaves your waist letting you leave.

once caitlin is done eating, she puts her plate in the sink and goes to find you. she stands in the doorway of the bathroom, she sees how you prepared her a bath, fresh towels ready for her, eye drops on the bathroom counter as well as some new clothes for her to change in. “you didn’t have to do all of this.” her voice soft, filled with love and admiration. you get up from the edge of the tub, quickly drying your hand and walk over to her. “i wanted to, you had a rough game and you deserve to relax and be taken care of.” she lets out a sigh, a smile on her face, she gives you a quick, soft kiss before mumbling a thank you.

around thirty minutes later caitlin leaves the bathroom, finding you in bed reading. she joins you in bed, letting out a long sigh. “you want to talk about it?” you ask. placing your book on your end table.

caitlin pulls you into her embrace, holding you close in a cuddle, still she makes sure you’re covered by your blanket. “the calls were shit” she states, trying to be nice about it. “the refs were shit, the whole officiating for the game was shit.” which draws a small laugh from caitlin. loving how blunt you were about it.

you take a deep breath, not wanting to make the night anymore negative than it has been. “does your eye still hurts?” you ask looking up at her. “no, but a kiss can help it feel even better.” she teases, and of course you give her a small kiss under the eye that got hit. you can see the red mark on her face, making your blood boil. “what about your back? does that still hurt?”

caitlin takes a deep breath. “it’s sore more than anything, and i can’t even rest up tomorrow since i have to fly out to the bay.” she says, pulling you closer, as if you weren’t already pressed up against her.

“do you want to sit out tomorrow?” you know she hates the thought of even sitting out, but you wonder if its for the best. “no, definitely not. i’m sore but i’m not hurt enough to sit out of a game. plus its the first game i get to play against kate in a season. i can’t miss that.”

makes sense, you know how much she misses kate, even though they’re far apart they’re still best friends. “make sure you tell kate i say hi.” causing you both to laugh, “i will don’t worry.”

“do you want a back massage?” you ask, still wanting to take care of her any way you can. “nah, i just want to cuddle with you. plus we have to get to bed soon, it’s already late.” you take a deep breath, somehow relaxing even further in her embrace. “i love you” caitlin says, her arms wrapped tightly around you, one hand playing with your hair. “i love you too cait” you mumble, head on. her shoulder, arms wrapped around her torso.

although that game had gotten to her, making her exhausted and sore. somehow you were always able to make her forget, not dwelling on everything that should’ve/could’ve happened during the game. you’re able to make her look past it, only have her thinking about you and how to move on.

taglist: @salemsuccss, @laurenmcucm, @ashortyluvsports, @fizzydionne, @belsouls, @caitlinclarksrotytrophy luna’s notes thank you for the request!! it was super fun to write!! anyone who loves me never let me watch that fever vs. sun game ever again!! thanks! but i purely believe the reason caitlin did so “poorly” at the gsv game was simply because she’s sore and exhausted. :( if anyone wants to send in their requests feel free to! i love writing them!

anyways!

i hope you enjoyed-love luna <3

[darlingxs-blog]

YOUU . will write about daemon uhh idk hc idkk uhhh how would it feel like to kiss him . he clearly seems to enjoy „scaring” the player and not acting completely subservient towards you, so I like to think giving him more freedom or egging him on to do his own choices would be a . Way to bond w him

(I wonder how the others would react to him, if theyre able to comprehend him at all)

UHH besides that . maybe possibly perchance teasing Daemon? Finding some way to make him feel all tingly physically and seeing his form get all staticy and fuzzy? i need to kiss him and his . blue mouth UHHUDNFFHGGGHGHHHH

HEHSHSB OHDHHE WHY ARE YOU SO SMART OHDHEB GOOD LAWD YESSSEEHDHD

We kissing Daemon right on his static ass lips trust 😼🙏

Unfortunately I've never flirted with nor teased anyone ever in my life (I have no dating experience leave me alone) so the teasing is definitely going to be some very erm low tier shiz nit okay thank you byebye

A bug...

He's a love bug. Shhh keep it to yourself.

The bugged out dresser freaked you out a little bit, it started glitching when you tried to talk to Deenah but were met with a corrupted voice and a messed up text box and no show of Deenah, at all.

But you know what they say right, third times a charm. You walk up to the glitching dresser and shoot the little 'love beams' as Skylar Specs likes to call them at that dresser that freaks you out a little if your being honest.

"I don't bite." A glitched out figure of what you can't even describe appears in your view and you can't lie. He's...kinda hot. "I think. Did I?"

Feeling oh so confident with yourself and your abilities to tug at your household object's hearts you decide to work a little charm- no, let's be honest here. The words slipped out before you could even register what you wanted to say "you can if you want" seriously, what the hell was going on in your brain sometimes. "I don't think I want to" his distorted voice snaps you out of your self depreciating thoughts and makes you feel a little upset...he could have been at least a little nicer.

"And why not?" You reply back to the glitched out figure, if you started digging your own grave, why not make it deeper?

The silent buzz of static fills the air around you two before "chomp chomp" again with his distorted voice "munch munch" how serious he sounds and since you can't really tell his emotions by his expression all you can do is try to force down a laughter that threatens to spill from your lips.

Though, before you can say anything in reply. He's gone.

__________time skip cause I fucking can_______

You wake up the next day, before even getting out of bed you slide the rose tinted glasses onto your face and the warmth of Betty and her soft body snuggled up with you sweeps your stress away. You gotta thank Skylar for showing you this absolutely fabulous woman the first day you got these damn dateviators.

"Mornin' honey." Betty's arms tighten around you while bringing you in closer and you laugh sweetly idc if your a man, your a femboy now at her antics. You know just how much she doesn't like the mornings. "C'mon darlin' you gotta let me go." And she does, with a lot of reluctance before sitting up and grabbing your wrist with a much softer grip than she had on you before.

"You're not gonna kiss me before you go?" A pretty pout is on her lips and you just can't resist giving them a quick peck- just so she'll feel better...and you just really wanted to kiss her.

She hums and falls back against the plush pillows on your mattress holding one of the many throw pillows to her chest before shutting her eyes softly to squeeze in just a couple more minutes of rest.

After a quick stretch that pops your arms you turn your head only to remember the glitchy dresser, Daemon likes when you suddenly remember he is there even if you can't see him physically or at least that's what you think.

You walk up to the dresser and without even having to think about it for too long Daemon appears in front of you in a blitz. He looks...angrier than usual. That's none of your business though.

One dateable by one you've slowly been 'realizing' them as the Kind yet Anonymous hacker but it and today was the day you wanted to see what Daemon would look like if he was well complete.

"Daemon, something on your mind?" Sympathy etches on your features and he has to force himself not to jab at you for getting way too soft way too quickly. Someone could take advantage of that. "'Fine. Just do it." His layered voice is sharp, he doesn't want to waste time it seems.

You've busted your ass off getting your specs points to the max and now it finally pays off with your large harem of lovers becoming human right in front of your very eyes, like you did with the ones before the process of Daemon becoming human is much more...anticlimactic really, but you can't lie. Even with the features that would seem odd for just an ordinary human he still is quite fine- "can I kiss you" "What?" You blink once, twice, thrice before he says it again "I want to kiss you" bitch YES PLEASE DHHEBD

"Well, If you want too..." suddenly feeling very bashful you turn your head away, out of all the things you thought he would have said when he finally became human you have not conjured up a single scenario where that was the very first thing he said.

A hand that seems to generate a buzz of static across your skin and deep into your blood stream turns your head back to face forward and lips are pressed against yours. Daemon's lips are flat and almost freezing yet you've never felt anything that made you melt so quickly.

A hum of static fills your mouth and dances on your tounge like pop rocks and yet you don't feel anything at all, all the while you feel his desperation he has with every nip at your skin with the mouths that don't exist.

With every second that passes with his lips locked with yours the buzzing gets more intense, it feels like a straight shock of electricity and yet you don't feel enough pain to pull away in fact it only brings you closer.

Unfortunately, with your mortal body comes with mortal lungs that do need air to survive so you pull away with a huff that you regret. You really didn't want to let him go.

He looks down at you and your flushed face, chuckling like he isn't just as red.

___________________________________________

I had to stop it right there cause it was getting cringey, unfortunately I don't know how to write Romance 😔 IM SORRY but like I'm happy with this lowkey, kinda, a little.

On everybody's soul we YES WE are cracking Daemon.

[bugbutton]

Lars' character has, from day one, been an insecure teenager (so, a teenager— being insecure is pretty much par for the course). We see this showcased in episodes like "Lars and the Cool Kids" and "Horror Club."

Even in "Off-Colors," the episode where Lars dies becomes pink, his moment of courage only comes after we see him internally struggle against his own fear, where he reassures himself that it's okay to be afraid... only to immediately get killed. (Side note: I wonder if Lars of the Stars will address that Lars did, in fact, die. I can't imagine that's something that he has already fully processed and made his peace with.)

Being a teenager is already a time where a lot of things are changing— your relationship with your family; the way other people see you and treat you; your position in society; your own wants and needs, hopes and dreams; even parts of your identity as fundamental as your physical body and the way that you feel and think about things. It's a time that is already wrought with so much confusion about your identity and how you fit into the world, and Lars, who was already dealing with that typical teenage insecurity, now has to completely recontextualize virtually everything about his life.

Steven Universe and Steven Universe: Future are both shows that dive pretty deep into the themes of change and the discomfort that it can bring, especially when viewed through a queer and neurodivergent lens. The episode "Alone Together," for example, does a great job at portraying how scary, difficult, and confusing things like puberty and growing up can feel— the way everyone suddenly starts treating you differently, even though you're still the same person, can be jarring and upsetting. (I know that when I hit puberty and people started treating me like a woman and expecting me to behave as such, it made me deeply dysphoric, but I tried my hardest to fit those expectations, even to my own detriment, because that's what I thought I had to do in order to maintain my relationships that were changing because of something I couldn't control.)

Point being, it would be shocking if Lars of the Stars didn't show Lars having a moment of insecurity like this: a moment where he has to confront who he is now versus who he used to be; versus the expectations he had for his own life; versus the expectations his family had for him. And I can't wait.

Theres so many things that I would love to see in the spin off, but I will be happy with it regardless of how good or bad it is, so long as it has at least one comment towards Lars' physical state.

One comment from a stranger asking what the hell he is or confusing him with a gem

Or one comment Lars makes to himself regarding his new form and how weird it is to exist like this

Just a single moment please of Lars, questioning what the hell he is anymore, discovering the new things he can do, excited for his potential or maybe even fearing it. A moment of him remembering he has a slow heartbeat. Or a moment of staring in the mirror to remind himself what he looks like whether he has accepted it yet or not. I just need an update on how he may be feeling about all this

One moment like that and I will be happy

[texanpanda]

Bob Reynolds x gn!reader

This is the first thing I've written in a very long time and probably the first story I've ever posted. Not sure how to format but I'll figure it out. I cried on my floor listening to the Let Down cover by Mack Lorén and then this idea popped into my head and wouldn't let me rest so here ya go.

I think I've kept the description and interactions with the reader pretty neutral even though I was picturing my oc Stella the entire time. Let me know if you like it and I might try to be creative again lol.

It had been over an hour since Bob saw you disappear into your bedroom. You had come out in an oversized sweatshirt and gotten a cold bottle of water from the fridge. When he offered a quiet "Hey-" you had hummed quietly in response then continued down the hall.

His leg bounced as he sat in his usual reading spot, occasionally glancing down the hall to your room. You had been acting distant that day and it sent his mind into overdrive. He wasn't sure if you were mad at him or if maybe something else was bothering you but he felt an overwhelming need to fix it.

He tried to go back to reading his book but couldn't get past the first sentence on the page before needing to lift his head to look down the hall again. His gut was telling him that something was wrong. He wanted to brush it off as his usual anxiety but couldn't because what if something really was wrong with you? What if you were hurt and hid it from him? What if you were mad at him for not helping with the dishes or for leaving the coffee creamer out yesterday? Did he even do that or was he making up reasons for you to be upset with him?

Snapping his book shut, he stood and made his way down the hall. There was nothing wrong with checking in, right? You always told him that he could come talk to you about anything. And that you wouldn't be mad if he asked a dumb question. Even if it sounded rude or inappropriate, there was always a way to move forward with the conversation.

You were helping him figure out how to communicate better. Not just with you but with everyone else in the tower and beyond. You had been in therapy for several years and had done your own research on the coping skills you had learned so you were the go-to person when anyone in the tower was struggling. But who do you go to? Who checks in with you when you are struggling?

Bob wanted to be that person. Not just to help you, because he definitely cared about you and wanted to make sure you were okay but also to be useful. He wanted to help in any way that he could so that him being here meant something. So that he meant something. To you.

When he reached your door he hesitated. He could faintly hear music playing from behind the door. Tilting his weight from side to side he contemplating actually knocking on your door or trying to go back to reading. What if you just wanted some alone time and him checking in was actually ruining your day? He shouldn't be trying to take up your time with his stupid need to help. He'll just make it-

His thoughts were cut off when he heard a sniffle sound. Had he heard correctly? Were you okay? He leaned his head closer to the door, the scolded himself mentally for trying to eavesdrop. But got distracted when he heard the sound of you blowing your nose and something almost like a whimper.

All doubts forgotten he knocked and called out your name. The sniffling stopped and he knocked again. The music went quiet and he faintly heard you call out "come in" . When he opened the door he was met with a sight that made his stomach drop and his head spin.

You were curled up on the floor hugging a pillow. Tears were streaming down your face as you blew your nose again then tossed the tissue into your nearby trash can. You looked like you had been full sobbing the entire hour he hadn't seen you and his chest clenched at the very idea of you suffering alone.

"Oh my God- ar- are you okay? What happened? What's wrong?" He stumbled into the room and knelt next to you, hands uselessly hovering in the air as if to grab you and check for injuries. He couldn't see anything immediate but that didn't mean there wasn't something hidden.

You let out a snort of laughter then sniffled again. "I'm fine, Bob." You replied so casually like your eyes weren't red and your breathing wasn't stuttering.

"You don't look fine." He fired back, no longer worried about upsetting you. "You look- what happened? Why- why are you crying? On the floor?" His hands flexed mid air as if instinctively wanting to hold you but not knowing if that would be welcome right now.

You blinked up at him then reached for the water bottle sitting beside you. "Oh, it's floor time." As if that would answer any questions he could possibly have about your current state.

"Floor time? What's floor time?" He'd never heard of floor time and was a little afraid to find out if it left you in tears.

"Oh yeah. It's a coping thing my old roomate and I used to do." Even with some context he was still confused. You had taken a small sip of water and then let out a deep sigh. When you looked up at him again you could see the confusion clearly on his face. "Lying on the floor and listening to sad music is a good way to cry." You explained simply.

"Uh, yeah. I can see that. But-" He couldn't quite wrap his head around you seemingly happy to have a full meltdown on the floor, like it was normal. "I don't get why?" His hands dropped to his knees as he looked you over again.

You nodded as if his confusion made perfect sense to you. "It's not for everyone. But with our line of work, I don't always have time to express my emotions in a healthy way, y'know?" You waved your hand in the air in a dismissive gesture. "We're constantly on the move with missions stuff and it gets pretty overwhelming, so I decided to pick a time to cry before my body decided for me." You cracked a smile at your joke and he felt his lips twitch in an attempt to match it.

He nodded in understanding. There were times when the others got loud or someone made a comment that had him holding back tears. He never really thought about how often he felt overwhelmed with everything. Most of the time he tries to push it aside or hold it back.

"Yeah, so I like to set aside time every couple of weeks to just, have a good cry." You gesture to you self and your little set-up on the floor. That's when he realized that everything around you had been placed deliberately. The water bottle for hydration, the pillow for comfort, even the tissue box and mini trash can were all within easy access.

He'd never heard of purposely setting yourself up to have "a good cry" as you called it but he could see the benefits if letting all your feelings out.

"So you...you're not hurt?" You smiled at his concern and shook your head.

"No, I'm not hurt. And I was pretty much done when you knocked anyway." He nodded along, feeling embarrassed that he had freaked out about something you considered so normal. You watched him sit there staring at the bottle in your hands like it held the answers to the universe.

"Would you like to have some floor time too? I've got a good Playlist." His eyes trailed up to your face where you held a calm smile. His gaze dropped back down and he shrugged a shoulder.

"I don't think I'd be very good at it." His voice was quiet, still embarrassed and now wondering if he should have just stayed in his reading corner. Your hand reached out to brush his arm gently.

"There's no being good or bad at it. There's just letting yourself feel." You squeezed his arm slightly and he leaned into the touch. "It can be hard to do and there's no pressure to do anything but lying on the floor and listening to sad music helps me personally so if you want to try it you totally can."

Now that he was sitting on the floor with you, in your bedroom, there was a part of him that wanted to take any excuse to stay with you. Even if that meant crying in front of you.

He chewed on his bottom lip in contemplation. You sat beside him, body relaxed with your thumb gently rubbing his sweater.

"What do I do?" He finally asked. Your responding grin was bright enough to make his heard stutter.

"Alright first things first, make sure you have comfy clothes." He looked down at his usual ensemble of sweater, and sweatpants. "Check. Next get something for hydration. If you're gonna cry you gotta replenish that water. I've still got some in mine if you like." You'd managed to drink about half the bottle and handed it to him. He took it without question and held it like a life line.

"Check." He said softy.

"Next we lay down and get comfy on the floor. C'mere." You gestured to the emtpy space next you and lay down on your back. He followed your instructions and lay down on his back beside you.

It was then that he noticed you had tiny glow in the dark stars on your ceiling. His eyes traced over the imaginary constellations as you shifted and brushed your shoulder against his.

"Alright, final step is play some deep emotional music and then let yourself feel whatever you feel." You reach up to grab your phone and press play. Instantly the room is filled with a soft piano song that he doesn't recognize. "Don't forget to breath."

You both lay on the floor quietly breathing and letting the notes from the song wash over you. Bob let's out a deep breath and feels his body start to relax into the carpet. He isn't really sure what he's supposed to be feeling but he knows he's feeling something.

You reach over again and brush your fingers against his. He wiggles his fingers back until they are hooked with yours. Not quite holding hands, but connected in a way that feels comforting. Something in his shoulders let go and a tension he didn't know he felt finally releases.

The song changes to the ballad cover of a rock song. As you lay there next to eachother he thinks about everything that's ever happened in his life. His parents, his addiction, the vault. None of it really makes him cry but it feels good to think about everything without a voice in his head bringing it up first.

A sniffle pulls his attention back to you. He glances to the side to see slow tears seeping out of your eyes. Your face isn't scrunched but relaxed as the tears slide down the side of your face into your hair. You slowly reach up to wipe one when it gets to close to your ear.

Bob watches you for a second before turning his eyes back to the stars on the ceiling. He lays there for another minute, listening to the vocals of the ballad and waiting...

But nothing happens.

His body is more relaxed but no tears come. He wants to cry. He has so many reasons to cry but it just- isn't happening. His body isn't in the moment and he doesn't feel the need to cry. He let's out a frustrated huff.

"I don't think I'm doing it right." He speaks finally, annoyed at himself that he can't do something as simple as cry. You sniffed again then turned to face him.

"You're not doing anything wrong, Bob." You told him and gave his fingers a slight squeeze. "If you don't need to cry right now then don't worry about it. We can just sit here and listen to music." He turns to look at you again and you offer him a teary smile. He feels a pull in his chest at the sight, but nods and searches the ceiling for constellations again.

"We can just...sit here." He repeats like the concept of simply existing was entirely new to him. Your fingers curl into his his again and together you simply...exist.

The next half hour is spent mostly in silence as your tears dry up and you both enjoy the peaceful atmosphere in the room. Bob didn't shed any tears but let his body relax for the first time in a long time and that was kind of the whole point wasn't it?

@may-daye here's the full one-shot for you

[gooseraider]

Hi! 🫡 Idk if you're into angst. If so, could you write reader and Ellie who are having argument at night and reader decides to go on a walk to cool emotions down, but Ellie won't let her go alone so they go together still mad at each other and it ends fluffffffyy.

Love your posts! 💘

Ps. Sorry for my english lol

a/n: i listened to jeff buckley while writing this and i lowkey got carried away. anyways hope you enjoy!🪿

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl!”

you and ellie were out at the bar with a couple of friends earlier that night. everything was fine until a girl came up to ellie, she was obviously interested in ellie with the way she kept shooting flirty remakes her way. ellie didn’t seem to notice, if anything she was entertaining the girl. constantly playing into the flirty banter, not brushing her off when the girl would get extra touchy with ellie, she even leaned into the girl with a small smile on her face and that’s when something in you snapped.

the ride back to your shared home was silent, not the kind of silence where it was comfortable but the kind that made the air thick. ellie knew something was wrong, she asked you at the bar when she noticed you spaced out, no longer paying attention to the conversation you were having. you just brushed her off with a short “i’m fine.”

ellie reaches over putting a hand on your thigh, “you sure you’re okay?” asking one more time before you went inside.

you hum, getting out the car and shutting the door with a force the sends chills up ellie’s spine. walking inside she sees your frame already heading up the stairs.

you two get ready for bed in complete silence, the air is thick, ellie almost feels suffocated. she gets in the bed expecting you to follow suit as you normally would but instead you disappear downstairs. growing tired of whatever was happening she walks down the stairs spotting you in the kitchen. it’s dark, the only source of light coming from the microwave. you’re making tea, you don’t notice her as your back faces the stairs.

“you good? you didn’t come to bed.”

you ignore her, “look, i know you’re upset but you don’t get to take it out on me, especially when you won’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

her voice is soft, it always is.

“you.”

“what?”

“you, you’re why i’m upset.” you say, barley looking at her.

“what did i do?”

a dry laugh escaping your throat, “really ellie, you don’t know?”

“i don’t, and im sorry for whatever i did to upset you.” she says, rounding the counter and coming closer to you.

“ugh you’re so oblivious it’s actually laughable. the bar, that girl was flirting with you trying to get in your pants and you just let her.”

she laughs, “ohh, this is what it’s about, you’re jealous.”

“god ellie, i’m not jealous i’m mad, you let a girl flirt with you in front of me and you basically flirted back.”

“it wasn’t a big deal, it meant nothing.”

“she didn’t know that though, it’s like you have no respect for me or our relationship.”

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

your voice raising as your emotions heighten, “it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl! and it might not be a problem to you but it is to me and i don’t want to be with someone who has no respect for me or our relationship.”

“so you wanna break up?”

“that’s not what i’m saying but if you can’t see that what you did was wrong then maybe we should.”

you walk away from her crying, you grab your shoes heading towards the door.

“where are you going?”

“a walk, i need some air.”

“i’m coming with you.”

you sigh, “i don’t want you to come ellie, i need to be alone.”

“i get that but you’re not going on a walk in the middle of the night alone.”

you stay silent.

“we don’t have to talk, you don’t even have to walk near me.”

you two are outside, it’s cold and you’re suddenly regretting the lack of clothes you have on. the shorts and t-shirt you’re wearing are making this walk even more unbearable. noticing your discomfort ellie takes her sweatshirt of and hands it to you, you take it silently.

you continue to walk until the cold becomes to much, you guys head back. y’all are approaching your home when ellie stops you.

“im sorry.”

“what?”

“i’m sorry, i was wrong to flirt with that girl and im sorry that i didn’t take your feelings seriously. you deserve the upmost respect and i wasn’t able to give that to you and for that im sorry.”

“you really hurt me ellie.” your voice barley above a whisper.

”i know, you don’t have to forgive me right away but i want you to know that i love you so much and i would never want to hurt you. i will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel pain because of me. i love you so much and im going to keep loving you, today, tomorrow, and all the days after that.”

ellie stands there as you walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her and crying into her chest.

“i’m sorry for what i said about breaking up, i never want to lose you and that’s why it hurt me so bad because it reminded of how easily i could lose you.”

ellie pulls back, arms coming off you to wipe your tears, “i love you so much, you’re not going to lose me because unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me forever.” she says smiling.

“i love you.”

she kisses you, it’s soft and says so many things that she can’t.

“i love you more.”

[basically-neroland]

nero's depression headcanons‼️

i've got two requests sitting in my inbox but i'm too lazy to work on em rn (sorry 🥀), i wanna get something out for today (it's like 10:30pm) and this one's been sitting in my notes app so here you go lolz

g/n!reader, tw for dark thoughts (obviously). feel free to skip this one, take care of yourself 💙 this is a long one bc i think about it a LOT so buckle up!

most of it comes from bullied, neglected and rumoured about as a kid and as a teenager, but it also stems from survivor's guilt.

in deadly fortune, he talks about how kyrie and credo's parents died in a demon attack and says that it would've made more sense if it had been him and not saints like them. he was only 17 or 18 in deadly fortune.

nero really, REALLY hates talking about his feelings. he'll say he's fine when you ask him if he's okay. PLEASE call his bluff.

he struggles to be vulnerable, even with his partner because he's used to being the supportive one. it's honestly what he prefers.

he prefers to deal with his emotions on his own, mostly inwardly (despite his violent outbursts with demons and tiny crashouts that would suggest otherwise)

he might handle his anger outwardly, but not his sadness. never his sadness.

to be honest, all you can really do is give him extra physical affection and listen if he starts talking because sometimes he will. it's just rare and takes a while for him to start opening up

most of his tells are extremely quiet. not getting out of bed as early as he usually does, being extra quiet, spacing out more, stuff like that.

he still does stuff to make you happy, he's still cuddly (sometimes he even gets clingier), that doesn't change, but when he smiles back it won't quite reach his eyes. his laughs are more subdued and quiet

he doesn't like talking about his feelings, but the best way to support him is to just hold him and make sure he knows he can talk to you. he just needs you to make him feel safe, comforted and cared for

he also likes when you tell him that you appreciate him, love him, want him around and would be upset if he disappeared, even if he doesn't plan on actually disappearing. he just needs to hear that he's wanted.

when he does open up, he pauses a lot, just trying to gather his words

he gets teary, but tries not to cry. sometimes he fails, and he just leans into your hands when you wipe his tears

he'll talk about how he feels like it should've been him, or about something he experienced or had to do that haunted him, but he'll never ever tell you about how he sometimes just wants to disappear

he's happy you love him, but sometimes he wishes you didn't. he feels like he'll inevitably disappoint you or hurt you somehow, and it scares him.

to be honest, he is probably passively suicidal at times. he'd never want to leave you, but if he died fighting a demon, oh well y'know? that's his mindset some days. this translates into recklessness during fights

it's usually nico that berates him for it, she does worry a lot, but if you're also a devil hunter and you're along to see it, she'll stay quiet and let you do the fearful berating no matter how stressed she is about it

if nero gets reckless, nico always tells you just in case you didn't notice other quiet signs (if they were even there to notice)

if you notice signs, sometimes you tell nico so she'll go a little easier on him. as much as bantering and arguing is their love language, it isn't always good for him. if she makes any jokes about him "letting demons knock him around so much", he sometimes genuinely wonders if he's weak or just not good enough.

sometimes he gets genuinely angry during what's supposed to be playful banter and shuts down and it's just best to avoid that.

his coping mechanisms tend to consist of video games, sleeping more whenever he can, cuddling you and distracting himself with red queen and blue rose, even if he'd already done the routine maintenance. whatever got his mind off his sadness was good enough for him, he didn't really care what exactly it was.

you're honestly the only thing keeping him sane

he'd rather die than live without you. if you die, he'll be dead inside until he actually dies because of recklessness

[mothlillies]

❄️ || ND!Zayne x ND!Reader/MC

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- Zayne, who understands better than anyone your struggle to fit in with others as he shares the same struggle, even in adulthood.

- Zayne, who ever since childhood, would do anything to protect you from those who would treat you badly because you were "different".

- Zayne, who understands when your social battery is much too low to do anything, he would rather stay in too and spend time with just the two of you anyways.

- Zayne, who never minds if you don't look in his eyes when you talk, he tends not to either.

- Zayne, who becomes a little embarrassed if he develops what he'd consider a "silly" hyperfixation until you reassure him it's okay! (and you inevitably get into it too)

- Zayne, who conversely, never judges any of your interests, treating them all with the utmost sincerety, finding your info dumping calming as he loves listening to your voice and learning new things, it's the best of both worlds for him.

- Zayne, who's systems and routines help you feel more secure, giving you a sense of safety and stability.

- Zayne, who sometimes communicates nonverbally, as do you, the two of you could have an entire conversation that consists of no words.

- Zayne, who does everything he can to comfort you and make you feel safe when the world feels like too much, holding you in his arms and providing a gentle pressure that helps you calm down.

- Zayne, who worries about not being enough for you as the world has him somewhat convinced he's a little less human than most, but you always reassure him he's more than enough, and he believes it when it's you.

- Zayne, who feels uncomfortable unmasking around most people, feels safe doing so around you, and he hopes you feel the same about him.

- Zayne, who's expressions, body language, and tone most have a hard time understanding, you've learned to read like your favorite book, you can tell when he's happy or upset without him even needing to say it.

- Zayne, who's quick to defend you from others, while ignoring comments made about him (which you however, can't ignore).

- Zayne, who above everything makes sure you're taking care of yourself, and takes care of you as much as he can.

- Zayne, who usually flinches away from touch, doesn't mind so long as it's you.

- Zayne, who's got a constant eye on your health, often noticing when you're sick before even you do. Always making sure medical staff listen to your needs and take you seriously.

- Zayne, who finds the taste of something sweet grounding. While he wants to make sure you both have a variety of foods in your diet, he never pushes and always tries to incorporate at least one of your safe foods.

- Zayne, who loves being in the same room as you even if you two never even speak, sitting and working on two entirely different things, just being around you is enough for him.

- Zayne, who when the heat becomes overwhelming for either of you, will use his evol to create something to cool you both down.

- Zayne, who loves you no matter what, every single day. <3

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A/N: As promised my Zayne post :DD neurodivergent specifically autistic Zayne is so so canon to me, but I figured I should tag it au style just because it's not *technically* canon afaik. As with my last post, I tried to keep it somewhat vague so more people could find comfort in this, but these HCs are based on mine and the people I knows lived experience with neurodivergence so it might not resonate with everyone and I understand that ^^ let me know if you'd wanna see more LI x ND!MC and who specifically!! Sylus and Zayne are my mains so I'm not as confident writing for anyone else, but I'm willing to give it a shot!! Thank you for reading :D

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

max of 📸 and 🪷 please!! your writing is so good

500 for 📸

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Eddie expects it’s simply something gooey and romantic about it being the new year. About starting 2026 together. Something Eddie might think and struggle to articulate, and then blurt out half-formed when he sees Buck next. With that in mind, he waits to listen to it until he’s back at the station. 

But when he lifts his phone to his ear at 12:41am, a soft smile on his face, it’s not exactly what he’s expecting. 

“Hey, Eddie. Uh… Don’t freak out. I’m on my way to get Chris. He called me. Knew you were working and that New Years Eve is a pretty busy night. I guess something happened at his friend’s and he’s pretty upset. He asked me… Anyway, don’t worry. I’m getting him, I’ll make sure he’s okay, he can crash at my place. Just wanted to keep you updated. Okay. Love you, bye. Oh, and uh, happy New Year’s.” 

Eddie definitely freaks out. He calls Buck back immediately. He knew something would happen at that party. He knew it! Is Chris drunk? Is Chris high? Was he peer pressured? 

“Hey,” Buck answers, whispering. 

“Buck, what happened?” Eddie demands. “Is he okay? Is he intoxicated?”

“Whoa, hey. No. Stone cold sober. He’s fine. He’s good. Just got into an argument and it sounds like two friends sort of ganged up on him. Got kind of heated.” 

“A fight?” Eddie asks.

“No, a verbal disagreement. I swear, he’s fine. He just got worked up and didn’t want to stay. We talked it through. He’s mad at them, but okay.”

Eddie exhales heavily.

“Okay, uh… Well, thank you. Fuck. Thank you for going to get him.”

“Yeah, of course.” 

“What did you do with Penny?” Eddie asks.

“Ah, she slept in the back seat. Hardly knew what was happening.” 

“Thank you,” Eddie says again.

“Seriously, don’t mention it. I’m glad he trusted me, you know?” 

“Of course he does,” Eddie says. But he’s glad Chris thought to call Buck, too. It makes him glad. Of course, Eddie would have figured something out, but it’s nice knowing there was another option - not Eddie’s parents - who Chris could rely on.

“He went right to bed,” Buck says. “I’ll get him to call you in the morning though?”

“Please,” Eddie says. “You’re good with him until then?”

“Totally. I’ll make a big breakfast. Save you some.”

Eddie smiles. “You’re the best.”

He hears Buck hum happily.

“I gotta go to bed, but… Work’s okay?” 

“More vomit than usual, but fine,” Eddie replies.

“Cute.” 

“Go to bed,” Eddie says. “Thanks for rescuing my kid. Love you.” 

“I love you, too.”

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500 for🪷

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“Would you like one?” Chris asks stiffly.

“S-sure,” Shannon says. “Thank you.”

She takes the apple fritter gratefully. She’s getting very hungry. Also, something sweet is never bad when you’re freaking the fuck out. 

“Who is the third one for?” She asks after taking a bite.

“My roommate,” Christopher replies.

Shannon looks around the donut shop, as if someone else is going to walk through the door. No one does.

“Your roommate?” She echoes. 

“I’m going to text him to come,” Christopher says. “He should be awake. Uh… Then I’ll call Dad. Maybe.”

“M-maybe call your dad?” Shannon asks. 

She would like him to do that. She would really like to see Eddie. It’s been sixteen years and he probably moved on pretty easily after what she did, asking him to commit then dumping him when he did, but… But she needs something grounding. Something she understands. 

“I need to be sure first,” Christopher says. “I won’t… I won’t make him think… Not if I’m not sure.”

There’s a surprising amount of vitriol in his eyes. Shannon shrinks back in her seat. She’s missing something. 

“What-what do you mean?” Shannon asks. “I mean, if I was, like, a hallucination, Raelynn couldn’t have seen me. I couldn’t eat this fritter.”

“I don’t think you’re a hallucination,” Chris says.

“What, then?” She asks.

“What’s my middle name?” He demands. “What’s my birthday?”

“Adrian,” she says. “September 26th. Do you think I’m… I’m not me?” 

“Anyone could know that,” Chris whispers. 

Well, okay. Sure. But only she was the one doing the birth. 

Shannon frowns. “Okay, could anyone know it was 9:12 in the morning, or that you were exactly nine pounds? Which is rude, for a first baby, by the way. Or could anyone know we chose the middle name Adrian because your aunt was a literal child at the time and cried when she found out we were having a boy because she wanted a niece so bad and we wanted to make her feel better? Could anyone know your army medic father was terrified of cutting your umbilical cord?”

Chris blinks. “That’s a bit more specific, yeah.”

“I’m not lying to you, Christopher,” Shannon promises. “I woke up on the street here. I have nothing. It’s sixteen years in the future and my son who was a little boy a second ago is an adult man. I’m not lying about that.”

“It’s impossible,” he whispers. His mouth pinches at the corners. 

She shrugs. “Clearly not.”

Christopher swallows heavily. He looks down at this phone.

“I’m going to tell him to come get us,” he says, voice cracking over emotion.

“Your dad?” Shannon asks hopefully.

“No, my roommate.”

[golb-sleahcim]

I <3 misconceptions and misteps in alien x reader fics.

Likkkeeee aliens who's courting rituals happen to be wayyy too similar to how you would treat your friends.

It wouldn't help if either your the only human on the ship somehow and everyone else is to freaked out to correct you one your behavior.

(would also work if it's the only one of its species among a mostly human team, but for the sake of my personal interest It's gonna be the first thing (will totally write that later though, probably))

You're just trying to make friends among your new crew and they're all like, always mildly flustered or confused. You don't have time to do research because you're always too busy either dealing with the people you work with or your actual job.

Eventually when you make yourself a friend on the ship!! You're estatic!!!

You try to be as friendly and as loving as possible to your new friend because you don't wanna mess up, esspecially seeing how every other being on the ship seems to avoid you as much as possible.

You get them little gifts, and you have little sleepovers, and sometimes you let them pet you... you don't know why they do that, but it's okay!!!! They seem super happy when you let them!!!!!!

At some point they do start getting upset when you try to make friends outside of them. He's been acting a bit weird, or at least weirder than usual.

Your alien companion feels the need to constantly rub against you. They make sure to do it subtly as if they're trying to hide it somehow.

At your usual sleepovers he always insists the two of you cuddle as close as possible. He makes you where his comfort clothes that end up drowning you his scent. They're also not made for your anatomy so the clothing looks a bit silly...

Your extraterrestrial crew members mildly start avoiding you more than usual when he's around, much to your annoyance.... but whatever.

When you FINALLY get the chance to sit down and look up this species and they're behavioral patterns (you brought your favorite creature along just incase you have questions) it all seems normal. Like. They seem overly formal, but whatever. If they're comfy it's fine you guess.

And then you stumble apon mating rituals.

your best friend does anything to stop you. Anything short of straight up ripping the device from your hands. All while he's doing what you've somehow deciphered as his species' abnormal form of blushing. (You figured it out by watching all the times you've accidentally flustered oh so many of your crewmates.)

After wrestling your device away from him and hiding safely just out of his reach. You lay your eyes apon what the issue has been all along.

pebbling, scenting, nesting.... and so so many things that you just do normally. Just as little friendly gestures. And you're shocked. Embarrassed even.

Have you accidentally been whoring yourself around this whole time by complete accident????

Even worse, you've realized you've likely been leading on your closest companion for years now!!!!

You apologize profusely!!!! You feel terrible!!!!!!

Your best friend assures you that it's okay he understands that you weren't doing anything on purpose. You can keep doing what makes you comfortable with him... just don't do that with anyone else! You wouldn't want them getting the wrong idea from you.

A few months after this incident you kinda got everything figured out. And you still get to do all your normal comfort stuff with your home boy and people stopped acting so off around you. Win-win!

It is kinda strange that they keep refering to your favorite person as your 'mate'. Probably just a misconception. He usually just tells you not to worry about it, so you don't.

Little did you know he's totally been feeding into those things. He thought you would've realized he's been discretely flirting with you during the research fiasco stuff, but nope. You didnt even realize how desperatly into you he is! And yeah, he knows it's awful of him to keep letting this go on even though he knows you don't mean anything by it. But what he and everyone else sees as a full on relationship can't exactly hurt you if you're kept in the dark about it.

[cxrsedmxon]

‘Like an angel sent from heaven just for me.’

Pairing: Captain John Price x GN Reader

Genre: Angst, Smut (mentioned)

Time: CoD MW:3

Word Count: ~806

Warnings: use of cigars, mentioned gore and blood, mentioned death, mentioned smut

Summary: Price and 141, including you, were working on a case on Makarov where the team had to investigate a subway station, but things didn’t go so well…

A/N: Our favorite captain got selected in the voting, so here’s the fic as promised! This is my first fic that I write, yada yada.. so it may not be perfect this time TvT. But I’m open to suggestions and tips, so feel free to do so if wanted! *cough cough* If this fic goes well I’ll do one for Joel anyway . :)

Price was currently restless. All he could do was meaninglessly turn the pages of the documents in front of him on his desk, but just couldn’t. Not after what had happened. The mission was meant to be an undetected spy gig, but that turned south real quick. People died of explosions, the sight of severed limbs on the ground was a sight that Price would never be able to forget. To make the whole situation first, he lost one of his soldiers during the whole shit too. Soap didn’t deserve to die there, he was too young, like a son to Price, and he was blaming himself for his death.

After staring out into nothing for about ten minutes, Price heard a knock on his office door. He sighed, rubbing his forehead as he mumbled. “Come in.”

With that, the door opened, and it may be that the universe took pity on him as he saw the person he needed to see at the moment the most, you. At the sight of you, he let a breather of relief, gesturing to the chair in front of the desk. “Come, come, take a seat, came the right time,” Price grumbled, leaning back as he lit his cigar, taking a long drag and puffing the smoke out of his nose.

“Really?” you asked with a raised eyebrow, though taking his offer and sitting down on the chair. “Sure seems like I came at a bad time. You doing alright?”

“No.” Price openly admitted. “I’m not the slightest bit okay, and for fuck’s sake, you’re the only person that can calm me down.”

“Oh, stop it. You sound like a horny teenager,” you remarked teasingly, a little grin on your face as you looked at him. “No, seriously, if you need to talk it out, I’ll listen, truly.”

Price’s expression softened ever so lightly, not being able to take his gaze away from your eyes before his face turned upset again. “It’s just… everything went wrong. No innocent people were supposed to die, and, and…” he sniffled, tearing up as he mumbled out his next words, which were shaky. “… Johnny was sure as hell not supposed to die…”

That’s when you sat up on your seat, meeting his gaze. Seeing that sad, broken expression on John’s face was making you feel things, the poor man never showed his vulnerable side, and now here he was. “Hey, hey, hey… Calm down, okay? Johnny’s death wasn’t your fault, you tried your best to save him, we all did.” you reassured quickly, sighing to yourself as you tried to think of something that would cheer him up.

“My fault or not, he’s dead, and it never should’ve happened…” he sobbed quietly, putting out his cigar as he lost appetite for it.

You took his hand that was on the desk in yours, letting your thumb rub his knuckles. “Hey. Don’t cry, please. C’mon, let’s go get some coffee… staying here isn’t helping you.” With that, you pulled him up and walked him towards the door, but before you could do anything, he suddenly took your arm and pushed you against the wall, crashing his lips onto yours. It was rushed, desperate but full of raw affection. After a good minute of not letting you go, he breathlessly pulled away, slightly panting.

“What was that about?” you asked, a visible light blush on your cheeks. Of course, it was unexpected and he surprisingly did it well.

“Sorry, just… needed that. Was kinda getting impatient. If you don’t mind uh… I want to get my mind clear of this shit completely. So I need to focus on you…” he mumbled against your neck as his hands slowly slithered up your sides. “… Please?” Oh fuck, he was begging.

“Okay, okay. If that’s what you want…” Even if you tried to seem calm, your whole stomach was doing flips as he spoke out those words. Without even wasting a second, Price yanked you with him, taking you to his quarters. There, it was clear on how desperate and impatient he was with how quick your clothes were removed and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room… let’s just say he didn’t want it gentle at the moment.

After the intimacy, both of you laid in each other’s arms, with Price still planting kisses on your body. “Feeling better now?” you asked him, a smile on your face as you caressed his strong and lightly hairy body. “Yeah… way better. This is why I fuckin’ love you…”, Price muttered quietly, clinging onto you in your arms as he slowly drifted off to sleep, finally being able to calm his racing mind.

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"Yeet Of Fate" Chapter 16 (Jey Uso X Female Reader)

Title: Yeet Of Fate Pairing: Jey Uso X Reader Summary: When you, an aspiring author, decide to take your skills to the world of wrestling, you decide to shadow and tag along with a couple of wrestlers to learn more about the sport for your upcoming book debut. None other than the Royal Rumble winner, Jey Uso, is the male wrestler you will be working with, and needless to say, that makes you nervous. You tell yourself, things will stay platonic. You tell yourself that…

Jey Uso is at the top of his game, the last thing he needs is a fan trailing around after him and fan girling all over the place. He wants to do his job, bask in the glory of it and call it a day. Not have to answer questions all day long from a wannabe writer. That's how he feels, until he meets Y/N face to face. She isn't what he expected. And he doesn't like to be wrong. As beautiful as she is… He will keep things platonic. He tells himself that…

Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with WWE. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination. Content/Trigger Warnings: Just your basic Gunther who's completely lost his mind. 👿

Chapter 16

Gunther was choking you with his bare hands. You clawed at them with your nails, trying to free yourself. But it was all to no avail. Gunther was crushing your throat bit by bit.

"St-stop…" You tried to cry out, but it came out weak and barely there.

"Breathe, Mama!"

Suddenly, your hands would not go to your throat to fight Gunther anymore. They were pinned down by an unseen force.

"Breathe!"

You could hear Jey, but you couldn't see him.

Gunther leaned in close to your face, "If I can't have you neither can he!"

You felt a hand pat your face gently but firmly.

"Wake up, manamea (sweetheart)!"

You blinked, and then you found yourself in bed, Jey sitting on the edge of the mattress with you in his arms.

"Jey?" You whispered. "I-I… Oh, Jey!" You reached forward and latched onto his neck, holding him close. His arms went around you like a safe haven.

"You had me so scared, Mama," he said, his lips against the side of your head. "I couldn't wake you up, and you were literally clawing at your neck."

A raw soreness at your neck attacked your senses then, and you became aware of the pain.

"I thought you left me," you cried, sobbing into his neck.

"Never." He said softly, rocking you back and forth. "I'll never leave you again. Not without the intention of coming right back. I was just in the hallway, dozing. I heard you scream. And then when I came in you were clawing at your neck, and you weren't breathing. At all."

"Gunther was choking me," you cried softly. "He was trying to kill me."

"It's okay," Jey whispered, "He isn't going to hurt you. It was just a nightmare. If he comes around when I'm not here, just promise me you won't go to the door. Just pretend you aren't here. Call the police if you have to. File a report, try to get a restraining order, whatever you have to do to be safe."

You nodded, "Okay."

"I'm going to see about taking some time off and-"

"No Jey, you can't! You're the world champion now, you have to show up or you could face repercussions. Do you know how long you've fought to get this world title? If you make the higher ups upset, you may never get another opportunity like this!"

"I don't want it if I don't have you."

A tear spilled from your eye and to your temple. "I don't want you to lose anything because of me."

"I don't want to lose you," Jey said, running his finger over the trail of your tear, wiping it away. "I lost you once, because of my stupidity. I don't want to do it again. I've been miserable the past several months. I love you, Y/N."

You looked away. You wanted to believe him. You did. But you couldn't. It was too much to hope for.

"I know I'm gonna have to work hard to earn back your trust. And I intend to."

"I don't know, Jey. I don't know if I'll ever trust anything you say anymore."

Jey sat there and stared at you, like he had a habit of doing. And it made you nervous, like always.

"I deserve that." He said. "But mark my words, Mama. I'm not giving up on you."

You said nothing, and then your gaze settled on him, "Would you stay in here with me, for the rest of the night? I feel safe with you."

"I wasn't planning on leaving," Jey said. "You couldn't make me leave now."

He laid down beside you in the bed, and held you close against him. You dozed off again quickly, and started another nightmare, but like a beacon of hope, you heard Jey's voice telling you everything was okay. And then the nightmare went away.

Any time you jolted in your sleep, Jey was instantly awake and reassuring you gently with soft whispered words, that you were perfectly safe.

And so, the rest of your night passed peacefully.

The next time you awoke, sunlight filtered through your windows and you blinked against the harshness of it. You turned your head to the side, and noticed that Jey was gone. For a moment, your heart sank. But then you heard a noise downstairs and noticed that your bedroom door was open.

You deduced by the smell of pancakes and eggs that Jey was downstairs fixing breakfast.

Surprisingly, your stomach rumbled, and you managed to get to your feet. Slowly, and sleepily, you padded down the hallway and down the stairs, through the living room and dining room to the kitchen.

Sure enough, Jey was in the kitchen, cooking up pancakes and eggs on the stove top. He was jamming to Usher's U Got It Bad playing on his phone.

"Morning," you called over the music.

"Morning," he called back, and put down an egg turner. Hurrying over to you, he put his arms around you and began swaying to the music with you.

"What are you doing," you giggled.

"What's it look like? I'm dancing with you," he answered.

You placed your arms around his neck and danced with him in your kitchen, snuggling your cheek against his shoulder.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he whispered into your hair.

"We can't. I have babies to bring into this world, and you have a job you have to do. It's what you were born to do."

He kissed the top of your head then, and continued swaying with you to the music. "I know. But it doesn't mean I won't miss you."

"I-I… I'm afraid, Jey, to admit anything to you now. I'm just afraid you'll hurt me again."

"Shh, I know," Jey replied, "I'll make it up to you, so that one day you'll know without a doubt I'll never hurt you again. I'll give you all the time you need."

You nodded and pulled away then. "So what are you fixing?"

"Pancakes, bacon and eggs," he replied, moving back to the stove. He flipped the pancakes and eggs and waited as they finished cooking. "Scrambled eggs okay with you?"

"Perfect," you said with a small smile. "I don't think my stomach would deal with over-easy too well right now."

Jey nodded, as he plated up two pancakes, two pieces of bacon, and two eggs for you.

"Now, go. Sit down and eat up, Mama. You and the babies need it."

You obediently took the plate of food and went to the breakfast nook to eat it. You poured some syrup over the pancakes, and immediately forked up a bite of them.

"Mmm, these are so good," you replied, forking up another bite. "Could you get the ketchup out of the refrigerator, please?" You asked.

"Ketchup?" Jey asked, heading to the fridge.

"Yep. For the eggs."

Jey pulled the ketchup out and placed it on the table in front of you. "Weird cravings, huh?"

"No, not really. I've always eaten ketchup on my eggs," you replied with a cheeky smirk.

"I've missed that sass," Jey replied, with a grin. "I hope I get some more of it soon."

"We'll see," you teased, taking a bite of your bacon.

You managed to eat three quarters of your pancakes, both eggs, and one strip of bacon.

"Oh, my word…" You groaned patting your stomach. "I'm stuffed."

"Babe, that wasn't that much food, and you're stuffed? You've gotta start some better eating habits. For the babies' sakes."

"I know," you replied. "I just am normally so sick I can't eat. It just comes back up."

"Well, you still need to try. A little bit is better than nothing. Try saltines, and soups, if nothing else."

You nodded, "Okay."

"Good girl."

You smiled, glad that you'd pleased him.

Jey cleaned the dishes and stove, after instructing you to go sit on the couch to rest a bit. You went and sat on the sofa, with your feet on the ottoman. You'd nearly dozed off when Jey came in and sat down beside you.

He put his arm around you and pulled you closer to him. "I'd really like to talk more about us, but I know you're not up to it at the moment. Let me get a few shows under my belt and we'll talk more then, okay?"

You nodded in relief, "Okay."

"I have to get going in order to make it to the show on time, but I'll be back in a couple weeks if not sooner."

You nodded again, missing him already.

"Do me a favor?"

"Yes," you said.

"Unblock my number? So I can reach you and check in with you?"

"Okay," you said softly. "I'll do it right now." You said picking up your phone. You went into the appropriate settings and unblocked him.

"Done."

"Thank you, Mama."

"You're welcome."

"I need to go, but I don't want to."

"But you need to," you said. "Jey, really. You've got to go."

"I know."

He stood to his feet, and helped you to yours so you could say goodbye to him at the front door. You walked with him through the foyer, and to the front entrance.

"I promise I'll come back for you," he said, squeezing your hand. "Soon."

"It's okay, Jey. I'll be fine, don't worry. I have work friends I can call that are nearby, and I'll keep you updated on me."

He nodded, reluctantly, "Okay, please do that."

You nodded in return and reached up to his face, kissing his cheek. He turned his face then and captured your mouth with his. He groaned softly, and deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips. He tasted your mouth as if he'd never get the chance again. Then he pulled back slowly.

"You don't have to say it back, but I love you."

You stared into his eyes. You could see he meant it. And you loved him too. You were just afraid to say it now.

"Okay, I'm gonna go now. Be safe for me, Mama. Call me if you have to call the police."

"I will. Don't worry. We will be fine."

He gave you another meaningful stare, and then he stepped out the door. "Lock up behind me," he ordered gently.

You did lock the front door as soon as it clicked shut behind Jey.

He was gone.

And you had never felt so alone in your life.

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You watched from the front windows as Jey pulled out of your driveway and drove away in his rental.

Sad that he was gone, you went back to the living room and sat down on the sofa again. You contemplated what you wanted to do that day, and you decided quickly, that the first thing you were going to do was veg out on the sofa and take a nap. You were so tired, and even though Jey helped you sleep, you still didn't get enough.

You'd just managed to get laid down, when the doorbell sounded.

You groaned softly, not wanting to get up. But it could be Jey, so you rose to your feet gingerly and made your way to the front door. You did remember to look out the peephole first.

And you didn't like what you saw.

Gunther.

He knocked on the door now, and called out to you.

"Y/N, open the door. I know you're in there. And I know Jey was here. We need to talk about it. OPEN THE DOOR!" He shouted suddenly. He pounded on it, and frightened you to death. You hurried back into the living room and grabbed your phone off the coffee table and dialed 911.

"9-1-1… What is your emergency?"

"I need the police to come to my home. There is a man that's been stalking me and he is on my porch right now, demanding that I open the door to him."

"Have you filed any reports on him prior to today?"

"No, I haven't. I thought he'd give up on trying to talk to me. I'd like to start today by making a report though."

"I'll have a policeman at your home soon. What is your address, ma'am?"

You rattled off your address and the dispatcher reiterated that an officer would be there soon.

You hung up and could still hear Gunther banging on the door.

"LET ME IN, NOW!"

You covered your ears with your hands. "Please, go away," you whispered. "Just go away."

He didn't, but you heard a siren in the near distance. It grew closer, and closer. And finally stopped once the patrol car reached your driveway.

You looked out the windows and watched as a cop approached your porch. You could hear him talking to Gunther, so you opened the door to greet the cop.

Gunther turned and looked at you, pure rage in his blue eyes. "You called the police on me?"

"Of course I did! You're harassing me!" you cried.

"We need to talk."

"We have nothing to talk about!"

"Sir," the cop interjected, "She's made it clear she doesn't want you here. I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Now."

"Fine. I'm going." Gunther replied calmly. A little too calmly. He turned and went down the porch steps and headed out to his car.

"Thank you, sir." You told the cop. "I'd like to file a report with the intent to get a restraining order in the near future."

"Okay, can we step inside and I'll just ask you a few questions, and be on my way to file the report."

"Yes, of course. Come right in," you said, opening the front door to him and he stepped inside.

Over the next hour, you answered questions and gave as much information as you could. The cop took it all down on his pad and form and then stood to his feet. "If you want a copy of the report, it should be available within seven to ten business days."

"Okay, thank you. I'll be sure and pick up a copy."

You showed the policeman out and closed the door behind him, quickly locking it.

"I should call Jey," you thought out loud. "'Should' is the operative word," you continued to talk to yourself. But I can't worry him. He could wind up losing the title or even his job if he were to take time off for me. And he most definitely would with me being in the condition I'm in.

No, you couldn't call him. Not yet. If Gunther pulled anything else you would, but you wanted Jey to feel free to do his job. It was better this way.

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Jey walked into the arena from the parking garage and went to the elevator to reach the main floor.

He walked as if he had an agenda.

And he did.

Once he got off the elevator he went backstage to the offices and walked to Hunter's door. Knocking on it, he waited impatiently for Hunter to open it.

Once he did, he smiled warmly at Jey and offered his hand to shake, "Jey! Good to see you. How's it going?"

Jey reached out and took his offered hand and shook it. "It's going great, thanks. Can we talk for a few minutes?"

"Sure, come in." Hunter moved aside and let the younger man into the office.

Jey took a seat in front of the desk and waited to start until Hunter took his own seat.

"What's on your mind?"

"Well, I know this is a bad way to possibly end my title reign, but if I have to relinquish the title I am fully prepared to do that-"

"Whoa, what's wrong," Hunter cut in. "Are you injured or something?"

"No, nothing like that. But I do have an emergency that requires my presence for the next few weeks. I need three to four weeks off, man. It's my girl. She's pregnant with my twins and Gunther is still after her. He's rented an apartment in her town and everything. He's stalking her and harassing her. It's keeping her upset and worried. I need to be with her. I have to be."

Hunter sighed, and leaned back in his desk chair, deep in thought.

"I'm fully prepared to do what I have to do, Hunter. If you have to fire me, so be it. I'm going to be with my girl."

"I don't want to fire you, or make you relinquish the title. You just defended it against Seth, so you have thirty days to defend it next. Will that work–thirty days off? We'll work a storyline out where you have to be out on "injury" for a few weeks but when you come back you defend it against the person who "injured" you. How does that sound?"

"It works for me. Thank you for this, Hunter. I won't forget it."

"Just keep your girl safe. And congratulations on the twins!"

"Thank you. And can I ask another favor?"

"Sure, why not?"

"Can you reinstate Gunther? If he has to show up to work he can't very well have time to bother Y/N."

"Done. Effective immediately. I'll call him in to do the show tonight. I'll have him cut a promo or something."

"Thanks, man."

"Don't mention it."

Jey got up to leave the office and walked out the door, giving a parting smile to Hunter.

THen he was heading back to his rental and driving back to Y/N to surprise her. He calculated he should be back to her by that night, and he was excited to have the next month off with her.

Picking up his speed a bit in his eagerness, he glanced at the clock. It was already five o'clock. If he wanted to make it by ten o'clock, he needed to pick up the pace.

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Gunther was ignoring the repeated calls from Hunter. He knew somehow that Jey had cooked up for him to go back to work.

"Not yet," Gunther muttered as he drove to Y/N's house that night. "I have one last thing to do."

He sped down the road and finally pulled off to the side of the road the equivalent to a couple blocks from Y/N's house. He walked the rest of the way and carried a door security bar, and a can of gasoline, along with a box of matches in his pocket.

To say he was up to no good was an understatement. He was just thankful Y/N lived out in the country so there'd be privacy.

He had the short walk made in less than five minutes. Then he sat the red gasoline can on the porch along with the security bar, and picked up the welcome mat. Already having his plan in his mind, he went to the front window and placed the welcome mat against the glass and punched the window through the rug. The effect was a soft cracking sound and nothing more.

Gunther smiled, proud of himself. He used the rug to clean away any shards that would cut him, and grabbing the gas can and security bar, he climbed through the window into the house.

Once inside, he wasted no time. He knew by Y/N's schedule that she'd be in bed asleep, so he went for the stairs and silently climbed them, in search of her bedroom.

He quickly found it by poking his head into every door and looking for her. He came to the second door from the landing and saw her laying on her side, facing away from the bedroom door.

Leaving the security bar by the outside of the door, he waltzed into the bedroom as if he owned the place, and strode to her bedside. He looked down at her and watched her sleep for a few moments, before stroking her cheek with his finger. Then as if daring her to wake up and see him, he leaned down and kissed her mouth softly.

Almost as if she knew it was him, she cringed and subtly pulled back. "No," she murmured in her sleep. "Not you…"

Growing enraged all over again, he pocketed her phone off the night table, so she couldn't call for help. Then he opened the gas can and began pouring a stream of the gasoline from the bed to the door. Then he silently clicked the bedroom door shut, and spotting a skeleton key in teh door lock, he grinned and locked the door for good measure. Then set the security bar up against the door knob.

No way is she getting out of here alive, he thought to himself.

Then he resumed pouring out the gasoline down the hallway, and stairs and to the front door.

Unlocking and opening the front door, he stepped out into the night on the porch, and then pulled the matches from his pocket.

He struck one, and gazing at the flame for a moment, he flicked the match straight into the gasoline at his feet.

The fire ignited instantly, and flew across the living room and up the stairs, to her bedroom he could only presume to think.

He shut the front door, locking it first, and then walked out into the yard and watched her windows. He wanted to see it all.

There was a sudden orange glow in her room flickering about. Soon she'd awaken and her true horror would begin.

"You deserve this," he thought aloud. "You deserve it all."

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The horse neighed, it seemed nostalgic and Akemi felt her chest tighten. Even though he was well taken care of, he wasn't happy there.

Akemi: I think I'll end up getting involved in another rescue mission, this time with a horse. Who needs a name [smiles seeing the curious horse] how about… Saoirse? It means freedom.

Saorise: [neighs with a smile, approving] "I like that name"

Akemi: Then it will be that. I have to go home and plan how to get you out of this house, but I promise to do my best.

As soon as Akemi returned to Chestnut, Colten was waiting for her at the door of the house and didn't seem very happy.

Colten: Don't you think it's a little late?

Akemi: Maybe…? I went after Wren and then I found Saorise and…

Colten: Saorise? [shakes head, ignoring this] Akemi, I went to work and when I got home I saw a note on the fridge saying that you dropped the kids off at daycare and went after a horse! I'm not going to stop you from going out and having adventures, but you could have texted me, you know? I wouldn't be upset!

Akemi: I know, I know… I'm sorry. It won't happen again.

Colten: No?

Akemi: Of course not. It wasn't right of me, so what do you say I make up for it by suggesting a trip? After the competition this week, we're going to the top of Mount Komorebi. Just the four of us and lots of snow.

Colten: Okay… that sounds like a good idea.

Akemi: Let's enjoy a family trip.

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Translation below (PT-BR)

O corcel relinchou, parecia saudoso e Akemi sentiu o peito apertar. Mesmo sendo bem cuidado, ele não estava feliz ali.

Akemi: Acho que vou acabar me metendo em outra missão de resgate, dessa vez com um cavalo. Que precisa de um nome [sorri vendo o corcel curioso] que tal… ​Saoirse​? Significa liberdade.

Saorise: [relincha com um sorriso, aprovando] “Eu gostei desse nome”

Akemi: Então será esse. Tenho que ir pra casa e planejar como tirar você dessa casa, mas prometo dar o meu melhor.

Assim que Akemi voltou a Chestnut, Colten a esperava na porta de casa e não parecia muito feliz.

Colten: Não acha que está um pouco tarde?

Akemi: Talvez…? Eu fui atrás do Wren e depois encontrei o Saorise e…

Colten: Saorise? [balança a cabeça ignorando isso] Akemi, eu fui trabalhar e quando cheguei vejo um bilhete na geladeira dizendo que você deixou as crianças na creche e foi atrás de um cavalo! Eu não vou te impedir de sair e se aventurar por aí, mas podia ter mandado uma mensagem, sabia? Eu não ficaria chateado!

Akemi: Eu sei, eu sei… desculpa. Não vai acontecer de novo.

Colten: Não?

Akemi: Claro que não. Não foi certo da minha parte, então o que me diz de eu compensar sugerindo uma viagem? Depois da competição desta semana, vamos até o topo do Monte Komorebi. Só nós quatro e muita neve.

Colten: Tudo bem… parece uma boa ideia.

Akemi: Vamos aproveitar uma viagem em família.