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Bring You Home Chapter 3 Yandere! Batfam x Wayne Daughter! Oc

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The drive to the Wayne manor filled Martha with anticipation even if her hands were shaking with the jitters and her mind is coming up with a million ways for things to go wrong. But she's able to hide her feelings well, but Roseanne knows her daughter like the back of her hand and she knows when her anxiety is eating her up.

Reaching next to her the redhead squeezed her daughter's hand with reassurance. "They're going to love you, sweetheart, so don't you worry your pretty little head, ok?" Lady who was seated in the back seat sat up to comfort the girl with a head nuzzle. This calmed the ombrénette's nerves a little. Martha gave her mother a smile and scratched behind Lady's ear, grateful for their reassurance. "I'm just nervous about meeting my brothers and making a good impression." "They will love you, Martha. I'm sure of it."

After some time, they finally reached the gates of the Wayne mansion that must have hidden security cameras because those gates opened up for them right away, as if they knew their arrival. Driving in Martha looked around at the beautiful scenery that is the Wayne manor, now don't get her wrong she grew up in a rich suburban neighborhood but this is the Wayne manor and most places can't compare to that. Roseanne drove them up to the manor parking her car in the driveway, and as Martha was getting her things together, Roseanne reached over to give her daughter a forehead kiss. "Have fun, Mari." "I will." With that said, Martha grabbed her bag, then got out of the car and opened the back seat for Lady, who jumped out. With one last goodbye, Roseanne drove out of the Wayne gates and off to a client as the duo watched her go. Martha looked down at her animal companion and asked, "You ready?" Lady in response turned around and started walking to the front doors of Wayne manor. "I guess you are." The ombrénette followed shortly after.

Taking a deep breath, Martha steeled her nerves and was going to ring the doorbell until she saw they have a beautiful old-fashioned door knocker that would be criminal not to use. So she swung the hinged to strike the plate 3 times and waited. Not even a second later, one of the double doors opened to reveal a elderly english gentleman with balding grey hair, a black mustache, and blue eyes. He was wearing a butler uniform that is comprised of a black suit, a red vest over a white button-up shirt with a black ascot tie, and a pair of black dress shoes.

Alfred froze at the sight of Martha for the same reason Bruce cried upon seeing her. 'My word, she looks so much like her ladyship. It's nice to see those features again.' Truth be told, Alfred didn't realize he was staring down at the poor girl. He only realized his inappropriate behavior when Bruce called his name and brought him back to reality. Being the gentleman he is, Alfred gave Martha an apologetic bow, "I apologize for my ill-mannered behavior lady Martha, I didn't intend to offend you." Being bowed to left Martha feeling perplexed. "It's quite alright, sir. There's no need to bow. And pleas, Martha is fine. Oh, and this is Lady." The belgian malinois greeted the man with a happy tail wag. "It's a pleasure to meet you two. Especially you, Martha." Alfred couldn't help the soft smile spreading across his lips as he stepped aside to let both Lady and Martha inside. "Ladies, welcome to the Wayne manor. I hope you'll enjoy your stay." Lady was the first to step inside as Martha followed behind her.

Waiting for them was Bruce and his two sons, the blue eye ravenette Tim with a curtain mullet haircut and his younger brother the green eye spiky ravenette Damian. This was a peculiar situation standing in the Wayne manor with the Wayne family welcoming her as their own, but she wouldn't be intimidated by that. With zero hesitation and all confidence, Damian strutted his way towards his sister to offer his hand to which Martha took. "We finally meet dear sister, you have no idea how much I've been waiting to meet you and your companion. Speaking of which, may I?" With Martha's approval Damian happily got down on his knees to shower Lady with pats and scratches with a delighted smile, while Bruce stepped up to pull the ombrénette into his arms and introduce her to Tim who also offered his hand. "It's nice to finally meet you. I have so many questions to ask you." Martha took his hand, giving it a firm shake. "I'll try to answer to the best of my abilities." Before she could put her hand back to her side, Damian took it. "You must meet the others! Come with me, sister! They should be at the pet house!" Damian didn't really give her a choice as he ran while holding her hand, leading her to this 'pet house' with Lady and Tim chasing after them. One thought this was a fun game of chase, and the other one shouted, "You can't just take her, Damian!"

Damian led them to the backyard past the garden and greenhouse to an open green field where a charming cottage connected to a cowshed sat. They went inside the well maintained shed where Damian introduced Martha to Bat-Cow. Martha has been waiting for the moment to meet the famous Bat-Cow since seeing that bat-shape pattern covering her eyes like a mask. So, seeing Bat-Cow in person was an experience in of itself.

Damian had to give Bat-Cow her breakfast and asked Tim to fill up her water, to which he left to gather the waterhose accompanied by Lady who followed after him. Martha asked if he takes care of all his animals himself, to which Damian explains yes as Bat-Cow and the rest of his animals are his responsibility, which earns him a look of respect that filled up his pride. While the boys did their thing, Martha took to petting Bat-Cow's snout. "She's a beauty, Bruce told me you rescued her from a slaughterhouse?" Putting the cow's food in her feeder Damian answered as the siblings watched her eat. "It's a long story, but at the end of it, I adopted Bat-Cow before she could get slaughtered." "I'm assuming she was close to that 18 to 24 month range?" Damian stroked the cow's coat for a sec before answering. "She just turned 18 months, and when I asked to keep her, there was no argument . I turned vegetarian right after that." Martha patted Damian's head with a proud smile. "You gave Bat-Cow a chance to live a life full of care and love. You should feel proud of that Damian, because for what it's worth, I'm proud of you." Damian melted under her touch and praise as he soaked up all of his sister's attention. 'Being praised feels nice, I could get used to this.'

Tim came back with the hose interrupting their moment as he filled up Bat-Cow's water bowl. Not seeing the belgian malinois with him Martha asked about Lady's where abouts. Tim casually pointed his thumb towards the entrance of the cowshed. "She's sunbathing with Titus." Damian's green eyes lit up as he grabbed Martha's hand again, leading her out of the shed as he spoke. "This is the perfect opportunity to meet Titus!" As the ravenette pulled her hand Martha thought with amusement. 'He sure likes to pulling me around.' Martha let herself be pulled to see a wholesome sight of Lady and who she assumed was Titus cuddling up together, soaking up the sunlight. Seeing how content their animal companions are made the ombrénette leaned towards Damian to speak. "I think we should let them be." "Agreed. Let's go inside there's one more you haven't met yet." "Not without me you won't." Tim spoke as he walked out of the cowshed. With that said, they all headed inside the pet house.

Stepping inside, Martha was greeted by a tuxedo cat rubbing up against her leg. "Meet Alfred Pennyworth, I named him after Alfred." Damian spoke with pride as Martha stroked the cat for a bit. After a few pets, Alfred wandered off to do his own thing. Wanting some of his sister's attention too Tim slid next to her to converse. "Bruce told me you liked my choice of camera and said you liked how they are designed with a vintage look and how they can instantly print out photos." "Guilty, you think i could see some of the photos you took with it?" Taking her by the hand, he led them down the hall to a dining table where a photo album sat. This area of the house has an open-plan style connecting the living room, kitchen, and dining room together.

Tim sat her down and began to show off his photo album he put together just for her visit, with all of his photos he's most proud of. There was a photo of a luxurious two story library colored in white and gold with shelves upon shelves of books to read. The next photo was of a sidewalk in Gotham with an aesthetically pleasing line of blue rose bushes covered in snow with old style street lamps lighting up the dim snowy sky. "Wow, these are amazing, Tim! How long have you been practicing photography?" Tim thought back to his childhood, trying to pinpoint when, but truth be told. "I've always handed a camera in my hands as a kid taking photos of everything." This amazed the ombrénette. "So you have had the passion from the start?" "I guess I have." Turning to Damian, who was seated by Martha's side, asked about his art hobbies that Bruce has mentioned. Happy it was his turn to show off, the spiky haired ravenette led them to his art studio that was behind the door next to the living room.

The first thing she saw was an amazing painting of a green eye jaguar on an easel, to which she studied for a bit and took the time to look at all of its features. Damian already knew her praises were coming as Martha looked at his painting with admiration, but he wanted her praise after showing off a sculpture and sketch of his. So he did just that. Grabbing his sketch book off his desk, he showed off his amazingly detailed swan sketch to his sister with confidence. "I must say I admire your skills, Damian." "Just wait until you see my recent sculpture." To which he showed her a round painted disc of clay that has a queen bee surrounded by bits of honeycombs and dripping honey. "This is incredible! You did this yourself?" Puffy up his chest Damian confirmed he did. "You're such an artist." After all is said and done, they went back to the dining table to play the board games Bruce said Martha would bring with her.

Setting her bag on the table Martha pulled out two different wooden board games with their own set pieces. One was a 12x12 grid that came with two wooden bowls topped with lids and the other was a 9x10 grid board with a 3x3 square on both ends of the board right in the middle. It is also divided into two halves by what Martha called a "river" when asked, with wooden checker-like pieces.

Once Martha situated herself she gave them the choice to start whichever game they wanted to play. "We can play Go." She pointed to the board paired with the wooden bowls. "Or we can play Xiangqi." She pointed to the board with the checker-like pieces. Before the two brothers could bicker about which one they should play a all to familiar voice spoke up. "Rule number one Puppy, never give those two a choice. It'll be dawn when they settled on a choice, so don't give them one. We're playing Go." Looking up from the wooden boards Martha saw an all to familiar face coming down the hall. Smiling she stood up from her chair to head around the table to greet who both bothers discovered was Jason. Martha stepped over towards the ravenette with the white highlight embracing him into her arms, to which he vehemently returns with a smile and affection that he rarely shows. "Hey there, Puppy. Have you been a good girl?" "I've been the best girl." Martha took the man's hand, pulling him over to the table. "You should join us." Jason let himself be pulled to the table and seated himself across from Martha while the two younger brothers noticed their familiarity with one another.

It was decided they started with Go to which Martha began to explain the game. "The objective of the game is to control more of the board then your opponent by enclosing areas on the board with your stones and capturing your opponent's stones too." Lifting the lids off of the bowls shows one is filled up with black stones and the other is filled up with white stones. "Who ever has the black stones has the first turn, then white and so on so forth." Taking a black stone Martha placed it down on a intersection on the board. "On a turn players they will place their stone on the intersection on the board like this." Then the ombrénette pointed to the four intersections around the stone. "These areas are called liberties, where a open intersection connected to a stone is called a liberty. Here they're four liberties." Picking up the stone she then placed it at the bottom of the board. "Place it down here and you get three liberties." Then she placed the stone on a corner of the board. "And here you get two liberties." Gathering more stones Martha placed three in a small L shape and two horizontal from each other. "The next thing to know are units. Stones of the same color that are connected are known as units, a unit will share liberties." Pointing to the two horizontal stones Martha begins to explain. "Here the unit of two stones has six liberties." She then slid her finger over to the L shaped stones. "This unit of three stones have 7 liberties. Another thing to know is captureing." Placing a single black stone down Marth grabbed four white ones she then placed around the darker stone. "When a unit's liberties are occupied by a opponent's stone the surrounded stones have captured the opponent's stone." The ombrénette took the black stone placing it in the lid of the bowl of white stones signalling it's been captured. "You can also capture units this way too." Taking a stone from each box Martha continued. "When both players are unable to gain more control of the board or are unable to captur their opponents stones they have to pass their stone to their opponent." She place the white stone in the black stone box lid and did the same with the black stone. "After two consecutive passes the game is over. The players will score the amount of intersections they have enclose but minus any stones that were captured by the opponent. Also because black gets the advantage of going first white gets compensated for going last. The amount should be agreed on before playing the game."

Looking around her Martha asked if they have any questions to which there was none, and so the game begun. Jason thought Martha and him should go first as to show the two boys how a match looks, the two ravenettes know what Jason's doing but Martha thought it was a good idea. "I doubt Todd even knows how to play." Damian passive aggressively commented to which Jason smugly responded. "On the contrar, I do. Our dear Martha was kind enough to teach me how to play." Damian called bullshit but Martha confirmed she did. "I taught him when I was younger, and we would frequently play together. So he's quite familiar with the game."

"You've known him since you were young?" Tim questioned. "Yes. He has taken me under his wing since I was 12." Damian give Jason a sharp look offended he would keep his sister hidden from him this long, and Jason? He mouthed suck it to the little demon. Tim decided to dig deeper. "How did you two meet?" Jason glared at him as Martha gave a bittersweet smile. "I was abducted-" Before Martha could finish Damian sat upright from his chair concerned. "You were abducted?" "I was, for half a month. But Jason got me out of there." As much as Damian and Tim wanted to pry for more information Jason's glare told them to drop it so they did, for now.

"So Jason, what color would you like to play as?" The gun wielder picked up the bowl full of white stones making his choice. "I'll stick with my usual stones." Martha was left with the black stones which she slid over to herself. "Very well, and the usual 4 extra points for white?" "Yes." As it was explained to everyone beforehand black started the turn order and since Martha is playing black she was the first to set her stone down. Then Jason was next to set his white stone down and it was back to Martha's turn and over the turn order went.

The beginning of the match had a slow burn process, nothing intense at the moment but Damian still watched like a hawk. Tim on the other hand silently grabbed his sister's attention to see if he could pick her brain. "You know, ask questions get to know you better while you play. If that's not too distracting I mean." Capturing one of Jason's stones she placed it in her wooden lid as Martha turn to look at Tim with a teasing smile. "I can multitask Tim. But yes, you can ask me anything."

Starting out small Tim asked if she has any nicknames. "Well Jason likes to call me Puppy but I've been been called Mari since I was a kid." Next was her love life as Bruce requested to know if she has someone she's pining for or is already in a relationship. He would ask himself but there's a different of comfortability from a father asking about his daughter's love life then a brother asking. "Do you have anyone special in your life at the moment?" Damian who was observing the game perked up at the possibility of Martha having someone she's romantically interested in or worse being in a romantic relationship with someone unworthy of her. So Damian listened to see if he needed to take care of anyone. "Not at all, maybe not ever. Although that has mostly to do with my romantic orientation." Curious Tim asked her to elaborate. "I'm aromantic. Meaning I'm someone who experiences no romantic attraction to others, although that doesn't mean I can't love anyone I just love in a different way. As for sexual attraction I find both man and women appealing." "A aromantic bisexual? Haven't heard that pairing before." Tim spoke mainly to himself.

Jason tried captureing Martha's unit of three but was unsuccessful as she deflect his attempt by placing down stones making that three into a T before he could make his move. Tim continued on his questioning. "What was your childhood like?" At the surface level Martha looked serene but her eyes held this sadness that Tim couldn't shake off. "Lonely, but not to lonely. My mom is a wedding planner, a popular one at that so she's usually swamped with clients. Elias my uncle used to watch over me while she was at work. He took great care of me filling my mother's absence but after he passed away I was left alone to take care of myself as I was old enough to do so. That's when it got a little lonely but mom is still here so I'm not totally alone." Even if she seemed fine her brothers were not fooled and they could feel the sadness radiating off of her in small waves. Jason with a comforting hand reached over to the ombrénette taking her hand into his as Tim rubbed her back in sympathy and Damian looped his arm around her elbow hugging her arm in a rare but needed show of affection. Blinking the water from her eyes Martha gave a grateful smile. "Eli past away 4 months ago so my grief isn't totally gone."

With a careful voice Tim asked what was her uncle like. "He was an honorable man with many stories of war to tell, he had the scars to prove it too. As a kid I would doze off in his lap as he told me depictions of all the times he was rendering aid to his fellow comra but made it appropriate for my age until I was old enough to tell it in full. Eli acted more of a parental figure than a godfather as he was the one who signed me up for martial arts, took me to my fencing lessons, he'd cheered me on at my gymnastic torrances and taught me the medical skills and knowledge he knew as a veteran and even helped with rehabilitating Lady. He was there through it all so when he passed..." Taking a steady breath Martha steeled herself and continued. "Losing him was really hard as he wasn't just my support but a constant presence in my life." "Unlike a certain redhead who couldn't be bothered with bereaved leave, just leave a grieving 15 year old with no support to do funeral preparations because that was a great idea." Jason spat with contained rage as his eyes flicker green the pit's rage rising within himself for a brief moment. With a defeated sigh Martha shut down their most repeated argument before it even began. "Jason we're not doing this." The stern finality in her voice made it clear they were to drop the subject as the ombrénette placed her stone next to one of Jason's severing his four liberties to three. Jason's reaction gave them a small glimpse of Martha's family dynamic that Tim was more then familiar with. 'Always working, rarely seen or home, comes by for a split second to pull you in just enough then leaves again. That what it was like with my parents and I bet on my stolen spleen it's like that with Roseanne too. Is she even-' "Are you happy now?" The ravenette didn't mean to speak out loud but he did. Those ombré blue eyes shift over to his direction as the corner of her lips curled upward. "Don't get me wrong I'll always miss my uncle but I'm more then content with how things are and wouldn't change a thing about it."

Hearing that should of been enough but it wasn't, Martha deserved more then an absent mother. Although Tim knew better than to voice his opinion. Turning to the boy hanging on her arm the ombrénette asked if he had any questions for her. "In fact I do. What are your hobbies?" Placing a white stone on the board Jason has finally captured one of Martha's stone only to have his own stone captured 5 swift turns later. "Well, to be honest I don't have much hobbies besides training, swordsmanship, and martial arts." "I believe you practice muay thai, krav maga, and fencing am I right? Muay thai and krav maga are respectable choices of martial arts, although I'm not much for fencing, but watching you has piqued my interest." Martha paused, blinking at Damian in surprise as Tim winced at the unsubtley of his brother's words while Jason gave a knowing look as he quickly mumbled. "Go figure." "How did you know that?" The young ravenette smoothly explained they found her Instagram to which she nodded in understanding although she didn't see the point of asking about her hobbies if he already knew but brushed it aside anyway. Hearing that training was also her hobby the young man asked about it. "I see my lessons as a part of my training, but outside of that, I usually go to Jason for some extra training and sparring sessions. It's one of the ways we bound together." Jason not so secretly smirk, smug he has one leg up from his brothers which annoyed them.

Pushing away the urge to deck Jason Damian continued to question his sister. "What do you like to do for fun?" "Well besides playing Go and Xiangqi, Jason would take me to this shooting range called Firearm Field-" At this point both brothers have resigned to the fact that Jason has been the only one of the family to have some kind of relationship with Martha in her younger years, which was completely unfair. The selfish bastard should of told them about Martha sooner instead of keeping her to himself. "-and I love to play with Lady in our agility course the most out of our games of tug of war and catch. Although if I had to choose between the two I'd go for catch mostly because I favor her doggy disc ball." Now this is more of Damian's speed. "Yes, I saw a short of you two playing in that agility course of your's on Instagram, and I knew then Titus must have his own. Alfred has already made the necessary preparations he is just waiting on my instructions to set it up, but I don't have an idea on how to engage him into play." Damian wasn't lying because he really didn't know how to engage Titus into playing on an agility course as Titus's range of commands didn't involve the set-up of one. So Damian really did need help, but he was also casting out a line and hoped his sister would take the bait. "I don't mind coming over again, just tell me whenever is convenient for you." If tomorrow wasn't arrange for discussion plans to remove Roseanne and at this point interrogate Jason Damian would of said tomorrow. He would have really liked to spend time with his sister that day, but at last, it wasn't meant to be. "I'll check with Father."

After taking a mental note Damian then ask about any food and drinks she likes. As Martha thought of her top choices she captured one of Jason's stone when he made the mistake of placing it down unknowingly surrounded by three of her own. "My top three food choices would have to be a avocado and spinach egg salad, classic banana bread and frozen chocolate covered strawberry banana yogurt bark with nuts. They're delicious, easy to make and the ingredients aren't expensive." As the duo took turns placing down their stones Martha didn't realize she was falling into Jason's trap resulting in 4 of her stones being captured. After giving him props Martha continued to answer Damian's question. "As for drinks I like hibiscus lemonade and blue tea latte for the same reasons. Very tasty, easy to make and they need non-expensive ingredients." As Tim took out his phone to text these preferences to Alfred, Damian had remembered his father has said Martha is also a vegetarian which pleased him very much.

Just as Martha has placed her stone on the upper edge of the grid captureing one of Jason's stone Damian has asked yet another question about food, specifically the sweeter kind of food. "Do you have any favorite desserts?" As Jason place down a stone Martha answered her brother. "I'm not much for sweets but on my birthday my uncle would always get me a french strawberry tart from Gotham's Cozy Corner, even before I was even old enough to start working there. And Jason would sometimes bake me raspberry linzer tart cookies, It's nice." Feeling sentimental Jason reached over to pat the girl's head as he watched her place down a stone. "Although when everything is to much and I need a break, I'd make myself some candied strawberries and set up a bath." Jason just noticed three of his stones circled one of Martha's. It just needed one more to be captured. So he placed down his own stone and took her black stone for himself. "You take baths to relax?" "Yep, I'd drop in a bath bomb, have the diffuser runing, place down a tub pillow, and set up a tray for my candied strawberries. It's very relaxing and helps me reset." After continuous back and forth of placing down stones and Jason captureing yet another of Martha's stone neither couldn't gain any more control of the board so as in the rules they passed on their own stone to the other ending their match.

After they scored their open intersections and subtracting their captured stones they're scoring ends with Jason originally having 35 points but subtracting 5 captured stones with a compensated of 4 points equaling to 34 points, and Martha originally having 43 points but subtracted 7 captured stones equaling to 36 points. Jason flopped back into his seat as he folded his arm dramatically and stared up at the ceiling. "God dammit, I was so close!" "Yes you were." The ombrénette said with a fond smile as she watched her brother's antics then turned her head towards Tim and Damian. "I hope watching us helped. So, who wants to go first?" Before the younger ravenettes could wrestle one another for first dibs Tim's phone ring notifying an incoming text. Jason snatched Tim's phone before he could, checking to see who texted the young teen as said teen made a fuss over his stolen phone. Checking this new message to see it was Bruce who has texted Alfred prepared lunch and to come out to the greenhouse.

"Looks like you two will have to wait until next time. The old man says Alfred made us lunch out in the greenhouse." Tim let out a exasperated groan as Damian crossed his arms with a scowl. "This is completely unfair I didn't get to play a match." Damian vexed out. "Maybe when I help you with Titus's agility course we can play a match too? And Tim you could join us." Martha negotiated. Tim accept the 'until next time' proposal and Damian was going to hold her to that promise.

After packing her game and it's pieces into her bag all four siblings then got up from the table and headed out of the Pet House where Titus and Lady waited for them. The young dog owners whistled for their companions to follow them as they all made their way to the greenhouse where Alfred stood by his master with a small box in hand and Bruce who is seated at the head of the dining table waiting with food and drinks ready for both them and the canines. 'Greenhouse dining room? Fancy.' Martha thought as she was guided to be seated next to Bruce who greeted her with a smile to which she returned. It seems they'll be having tofu egg salad sandwiches with watermelon feta and cucumber salad. As for dessert, there's a mouthwatering lemon and strawberry trifle cake and for refreshments, it seems they'll be drinking strawberry hibiscus iced tea if the little taste from her straw has anything to go by. Taking a bite of her sandwich she noticed the older ravenette had his attention on her. "I know the boys must have already asked you more than enough questions, but if you're still in the mood, I would like to ask you questions of my own while you eat." Still chewing her food the ombrénette nodded her head to give him the green light to start asking. "What is Rose's parenting style?" Swallowing her food Martha answered Bruce's question, seeing nothing wrong with him asking how she was raised in his absence. "She isn't around much and is more preoccupied with work than anything else, but when she is around she's quite lenient... maybe to lenient." Martha admitted. "Dose her parenting affect your relationship with her in anyway?" "Not really. Our relationship has always been the same, which is lukewarm as bad as it sounds." Bruce suspects because of Roseanne's lenients and absences is the reason they have a lukewarm relationship in the first place, something he'll keep in mind. "I know your current answer will be Lady, but I'll ask anyway. Who's your closest and most important relationship in your family? Someone who you trust the most." Pausing mid bite, Martha shifted her eyes to Jason, who was chowing down his third sandwich. "You're not wrong about it being Lady, and it also used to be Eli too before his passing. But currently, my most important human relationship besides is Jason." As she said, his name Martha turned to give the said male a smile that he returned, both knowing the special connection they share. And Jason is absolutely beaming with arrogance as he can feel the jealous auras of his brother's and the fucking bewilder look on the old man's face is pure gold.

Bruce wasn't aware Jason had any relationship with Martha and was honestly pretty miffed his son didn't say a word of it. Maybe if he introduced her sooner, then they-. Stopping Bruce took a deep breath and calmed himself before asking his last question. "Do you have any role models?" Eating the last bite off her plate the ombrénette answered his question. Although Bruce suspected the answer was going to be- "That would be Jason." his son. "I mean, Eli was also my role model before he passed." Martha elaborated more.

As everyone finished the final bites off their plates, Bruce motioned for Alfred to hand over the small box that had Martha's name on it. "Who would like to join me going through Martha's baby box?" He didn't need to ask twice as everyone immediately huddled around him, ready to go through Martha's baby mementos. Opening up the lid inside was a small light brown platypus plush with different shades of purple flowers on top of its head, a teal pacifier, casted baby hands and feet, white baby shoes and underneath all of that is a stack of her baby pictures. The room was in a peaceful silence as everyone looked over Martha's mementos and photos together. There was one of her sleeping in a crib swaddled in a blanket, another of her playing with the dangling toys on an arch toy and more photos of baby Martha being baby Martha.

Once satisfied with everything he's seen, Jason picked up Martha like a football startling the poor girl as she let out a surprise yelp gaining the others attention. "It's been fun, but we'll be taking our leave now." Turning towards their butler, both Jason and Martha gave the elder man their thanks. "Thanks for the food Alfred." "Yes thank you, it was delicious." Alfred gave a small bow appreciating their thanks. "It was no problem, young masters." As Martha reached out to grab her bag from her chair Damian called out to Jason. "Where do you think you're taking my sister!?" Damian yelled as he marched over to snatch Martha out of his arm but was unsuccessful as Jason moved her out of his reach. "All you need to know is that we have business to attend to, right Martha?" He isn't wrong. Crime Alley needs their attention at the moment as someone is stirring up trouble. "Yes, we do. Thank you for having me. I hope we can do this again." Damian began to protest, but Bruce silenced him. "You're free to leave." With that Jason, Martha, and Lady left. As soon as the three were gone, Bruce called out to his son. "Tim." Knowing what his father wants, he'll gladly see what they're hiding. "I'll look into it." Damian let out a huff as he crossed his arms.

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What kind of love are you?

Love as a Choice

You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.

Love as a Threshold

Your love does not ask for much. Your love does not take. Your love is free, and unquestioned, and here for wherever needs it. When you fall in love, it is as gentle as a breath in the night. It is quiet, and it is effortless. It is tender. If your love was a house, it would readily welcome all who come through. If your love was a hearth, it would warm the hands of whoever stopped by, whether for a day, a month, a year, or forever. When you fall for someone, it is without strings, without conditions, without need. You love for the sake of loving, for the sake of caring for those who need it. You love with a giver’s heart and a giver’s hands and are made so much stronger for it. Being loved by you is to always feel at home. Your love may not always be well-received by those unprepared to linger, but it is unforgettable all the same.

tagged by: @un1awful thank you very much hehe <3 tagging: whoever sees this and hasn't done it!!

#AHHHHH!!!!!#both of these are accurate and i'm just :' ))))#i haven't had to write this very much BUT loving with chiyo /is/ work -- it's seeing her partner's flaws and choosing to love them anyway #it's calling them out when they're in the wrong and apologizing when she's the one in the wrong #and the way chiyo really does have a cynic's view but a romantic's heart like!! she expects the worse but hopes for the best #and 'your love may not be the simplest but it's worth the effort' i'm WEEPING!!#i got a lot of feelings on that front and nari baby gorl that result has me :' ))))#i got a lot of thoughts about this too bc really and truly nari loves freely #loving is easy and warm and simple -- she loves you and that's that. there's no earning it or proving yourself #nari just loves you and will continue to love you even when you're gone even if you hated her #both of these results just!!! got me clutching my heart!!!#headcanons | chiyoko #headcanons | nari #btw the puppy settled down........ perhaps i can write....

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no-144444 · 3 months ago

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Could you do an smau with Kimi Antonelli where he starts dating Verstappen!reader, and people joke about him dating her for Max because he's always fanboying about Max, thank you!

my brother, or me? -k.antonelli

summary: Kimi joins the grid with your brother, and you two stop posting each other on socials, cheating rumours spark, and your new album coming out doesn't help.

pairing: kimi antonelli x fem! singer! reader (i used tate mcrae as a face and album claim because she's so fucking good)

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youruser

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youruser this is my boyfriend with a) my brother, b) his team boss (😐), and c) his best mate. the other two pictures of him are how he looks at me. the last picture is a representation of how i'm feeling. is it just a necklace?

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olliebearman it's just a necklace for me 🤷

kimiantonelli 🫠🫠🫠

mercedesf1team this is so… insane! 😹 -> youruser I CAN GET WORSE!

maxverstappen y/n, what the fuck is this? -> kimiantonelli NOTHING, she's insane -> youruser calling me crazy now? ⁉️ -> maxverstappen he's not wrong to... -> youruser both of you owe me an apology!

mercedesf1team we love kimi- toto -> youruser I LOVE KIMI. HE'S MINE! -> mercedesf1team we can share- toto -> youruser stan twitter will kill you. -> mercedesf1team he's all yours?- toto -> youruser YAY! @.kimiantonelli -> kimiantonelli please don't threaten my boss baby -> user242 why does he never play into her jokes? -> user82 ikr, it annoys me so much! can he not just join her in her whimsy? -> user2824 no, because she's immature and annoying, hope this helps xxxx

user24 Ollie and Kimi are awfully close...

user294 OLLIE AND KIMI PLEASE DON'T PULL A BROCEDES ON ME -> youruser I won't let them 🕺 -> user83 doing the lord's work -> youruser I try 🫶

paularon *honourable mention* the time when you surprised Kimi and Ollie was in his bed ⁉️⁉️ -> youruser better than the time i caught him looking at photos of my brother on pintrest😸 -> user57 he knows it's legal, right?

user855 My FAVOURITE part of Kimi and Y/n lore is that when she first met him she thought he was with Ollie 😹 -> user8356 nah, my fav gotta be when kimi freaked out over meeting max for the first time.

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mercedesf1team

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mercedesf1team Rocking up to the paddock in style! 🦘🦘🦘

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youruser cutiepie! 🥧 -> georgerussell awh! thanks -> kimiantonelli she meant me?? -> youruser nah, i meant him. HE responds to my texts... unlike someone i know...

landonorris looking sharp

jackdoohan welcome to the homeland :) 🕺

user35 OMG HE'S SO HOT I NEED TO FUCK HIM -> youruser i get it🫠 -> maxverstappen please refrain from ever going on insta again -> youruser WHY IS EVERYONE TRYING TO CALM MY FREAK????

user8 a girl who is going to be ok

user924 YESSSS giving picture day realness!

user247 hamsters -> youruser I didn't see it in the tweet, but I see it with this one -> kimiantonelli ?????🤷‍♀️ -> youruser I'll explain when you get back to the garage -> kimiantonelli 👍 -> user28 they're so in love it genuinely HURTS me

user54975 i need a relationship like kimi and y/n

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youruser

liked by pierregasly, maxverstappen, redbullf1team, and 2,763,382 others

youruser promise new music next week, but here's these cuties on the first race weekend of the season! 🏎️🏎️🏎️

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user7 P MENTIONNNNN -> youruser obvi, i have to remind everyone i'm the best aunt ever�� -> user08 oh to be y/n verstappen's niece... -> user924 I WISHHHHHH

maxverstappen who's that strapping young boy? -> youruser if you're talking about yourself... I think we're past young mr. pushing thirty...??? -> maxverstappen no i was talking about kimi :) -> kimiantonelli thanks mate! -> youruser STOP TRYING TO STEAL MY BOYFRIEND FREAK! 🐺 -> maxverstappen *succeeding

user92 THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING

user358 they're both so pookie i cannot

user35 Once again, I ask myself WHY he's with HER. -> user123 ?????? -> user35 She's such a bitch and all she does is make fun of him, it's not cute, nor funny, and she goes around acting like it's hilarious. -> user123 has he complained once? -> user35 Not in public but I assume in private. Shocker that he likes her sister more than her.

paularon Y/n post a picture of herself challenge has been lost again...😔 -> user34 Paul gets it -> user234 PAUL PLEASE SAVE Y/N FROM KIMI -> user5588 ????? -> user234 he's so unwhimsy and boring compared to her, it's so sad how she has to dull herself down for him. 👎👎👎 -> user5588 has she literally EVER been dull? I DON'T THINK SO. -> user385 fr, people in relationships can be different kinds of people and once both of them are happy (which is true as far as we know), then why should we judge?

user995 WHY IS KIMI SO INTO MAX IT FREAKS ME OUT -> youruser THANK YOU -> olliebearman once i asked him if he ever fantasised about max when he was with y/n, he said no but... I didn't believe him.... -> youruser brb bleaching my eyes -> maxverstappen same. -> kimiantonelli NO I'M SORRY I WAS BEING TRUTHFUL I PROMISE 🙏🙏

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kimiantonelli

liked by youruser, maxverstappen, mercedesf1team, and 564,321 others

kimiantonelli Hard to put it in to words. Thank you all for the support xxx

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youruser my love 🫶 -> kimiantonelli my everything 🫶

user8 never felt more single in my life!

user554 why are they SO the alchemy coded

user5873 they were so cute then he won -> user248 when he ran out of the car, past his favourite person (y/n verstappen) to hug her brother instead? Or when he finally noticed her and gave her a tiny kiss and hug? -> user57756 become employed 😼

jackdoohan congratualtions mate! 🫡 -> youruser you're next on that podium, i feel it! -> jackdoohan let's hope so!

mercedesf1team Welcome to the family Kimi 'youngest race winner ever' Antonelli! -> youruser I know my goat. 😸

lewishamilton ⭐️

georgerussell amazing work mate -> liked by kimiantonelli

charlesleclerc major drive mate, well done

user556 why is it always about y/n in his comments??? ffs he just won a race!!!!! -> user57557 bc she's more famous than him? bc people care about their relationship? he's not going to pick you when he already has the most beautiful woman on the planet?

user577 WHAT A DRIVE!!!!!!!! -> liked by youruser

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youruser

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youruser can confirm toto and I were in hysterics. holy fucking shit he won :)

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user99 my fav wag

user748 she's so me

mercedesf1team not hysterics- toto -> youruser and who was crying? -> mercedesf1team you u want him to have a seat next year? -> youruser YES PLEASE, I'M SORRY UR RIGHT IT WAS ME

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y/nverstappenHQ

liked by landonorris, kimiantonelli, pierregasly, and 325,593 others

y/nverstappenHQ 'so close to what' out next month, see you there xxx

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user5 kimi in the likes, not comments

user3847 OH PREPARE TO BE SICK OF MEEEEEE -> liked by youruser

user735 DIVA DOWN, DIVA DOWNNNNNN 🕺

paularon she's eating the house boots down houston we have a problem (did i use that right?) -> youruser why yes you did king! 👑 -> user835 no way we got paul aron saying THAT before GTA 6. -> georgerussell does anyone understand what any of that was??? -> paularon I'll teach you, just get me a meeting with toto, yeah? -> mercedesf1team I'm interested- toto -> paularon HOLY SHIT THAT WORKED WHAT 😼

jackdoohan the cuntiest of them all I fear -> liked by kimiantonelli

olliebearman WORK IT GIRL!!! 🕺🕺🕺

landonorris oh this is going to go HARD -> youruser you get it, and i appreciate that. 🧡

isackhadjar POOKIE IS EATING AND SERVING CUNTTTTTT -> youruser MY FUCKING BOY 🫡

user348 where tf is kimi rn? -> user2345 probably hyperventilating over his super hot girlfriend 😏

user245 Babe wake up, new y/n music just dropped. -> user348537 I'M FREAKING OUT ⁉️⁉️⁉️

user959 gorgeous gorgeous girls listen to y/n while watching formula one -> oscarpiastri they also listen to her while competing in f1 :) 🧡 -> landonorris HE'S SO DIVAA!!!! -> youruser oscar, i love you queen 🙏👑

christianmansell SLAYYYYYYY -> youruser SLAYYYYYYYYYYY

davidmalukas PRETTY BITCHES LISTEN TO Y/N VERSTAPPEN 💯💯 -> youruser YOU JUST GET ITTTTTTTTTT

maxverstappen please get off this app 👍 -> user475 DON'T SAY SUCH THINGS PLEASE MAX -> user457 older brother core

yourfriend UGH THIS ALBUM 💯💯 ->youruser ugh your gorgeous faceeee -> liked by yourfriend

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olliebearman

liked by paularon, youruser, kimiantonelli and 542,452 others

olliebearman kimi when he finds out about his girlfriend's next album: picture one. kimi when he realises max is free to talk in the paddock: picture two. @.kimiantonelli @.youruser @.maxverstappen

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youruser it's a sad truth... he likes him more than me... 😿 -> olliebearman I still love you more than I love Kimi so it's fine. -> kimiantonelli ⁉️🤷‍♀️ -> user385 OLLIE AND Y/N????

user53 ollie is shooting his shot and i do not blame him

user356 when will they just ditch kimi and get together? they were always cuter together anyway? -> user66 SHE'S BEEN DATING KIMI FOR ACTUAL YEARS WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE 🙏🙏🙏🙏

yourfriend he's a bitch -> youruser PLAY NICE IT'S KIMI! 😸 -> yourfriend ...👎

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isackhadjarprivate

liked by kantonelli, max4verstappen, yourprivuser, and 283 others

isackhadjarprivate us when we hear kimi embarrass himself in front of max AGAIN

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yourprivuser ik he's ur grid dad, but let him live @.kantonelli

pauloaron no way ISACK (aka the KING of embarrassing himself in front of Lewis Hamilton) had to call him out 🙏

olliebear the girls are fighting! 🕺 -> youruser he's learning! 👑

estebestie ...

lewishamilton it is pretty bad... 🙈

max4verstappen guys let's not be mean :( -> kantonelli exactly!

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paularon

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paularon Us enjoying our time away from our son (aka Kimi, her boyfriend)

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jackdoohan MI BABES -> youruser MI JACKIE!!!

olliebearman looking fabulous paulito ->liked by paularon -> user385 MY PAUOLLIE HEARTTTT

user23 still boyfriend??? -> user556 be so fr they deffo broke up -> user323 if they broke up i don't believe in love. -> user345 please get a job.

kimiantonelli invite me? -> youruser i did :( u said no. -> user4 istfg if kimi hurts her i'll CURSE HIM

landonorris stop i want to be your frienddddd -> youruser invite me to mclarennnn bitch

pierregasly looking cute -> youruser why are u in love with paul? -> pierregasly why aren't you?

user555 DID ANYONE CATCH PIERRE'S COMMENT LMAO -> user99 PAULY/N TRUTHERS RISEEEEEE -> user13 he's so me it's crazy

liamlawson the pookie group :) -> youruser you're my pookie

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olliebearman

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olliebearman flicks from the past couple races, adios to Y/n and GOOD LUCK ON TOUR!

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user76243 so we're not talking about ioio? -> user356 i'm employed what does this mean -> user58583 basically the girl in the middle is a singer (y/n verstappen) and is dating the f1 rookie kimi antonelli, and she just released a song that makes it look like kimi cheated... no one in the paddock or her has said anything so we have no idea if that's actually what's going on

user576 BADDIE ALERT 🚨🚨🚨

maxverstappen who's the gremlin in the middle photo? -> kimiantonelli she sometimes comes into my garage to touch my hair... freaky. -> maxverstappen she does the same to me... freaky... -> youruser please stop with the joint bullying i just like to play with hair :) -> kimiantonelli weird hobby but i love you anyways so i guess it doesn't matter :) -> maxverstappen as sweet as it is to know my sister is loved, please refrain from doing it on instagram -> kimiantonelli 👍 got it max! -> youruser LET ME BE LOVED OUT LOUD MAX FFS NOT ALL OF US HAVE A FAMILY -> maxverstappen I'm your brother?? -> youruser I don't even know what i meant there??? -> user50 y/nkimi CRUMBS and he's in love omfg they're so cute

jackdoohan how's that hottie in the third slide single? 😏 -> paularon have you seen him and kimi? I wouldn't exactly call him single -> user767 PAUL WHAT DO YOU KNOW?????

user87y/n is GLOWING post break-up. she's seriously so stunning

user75 Y/NPAUL TRUTHERS RISEEEEEE -> user784 I've been here

gabrielborteleto the divas are in town 🙀

liamlawson BADDIE PAUL 😻😻😻 -> paularon "bad crash for lawson, straight into the barriers in the first turn" -> this u? -> liamlawson do you live to humble me? -> youruser I do... 😼

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f1WAGgossip

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f1WAGgossip Trouble in paradise? Singer/songwriter, WAG to Kimi Antonelli, and sister to Max Verstappen, Y/n Verstappen, recently released a song called 'it's ok, i'm ok', possibly alluding to the idea that Kimi might've cheated on her! They haven't been seen much together, though she has been in the paddock, but now she's going on tour.

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user37 y/n nation we ride at dawn

user25 I KNEW PAUL WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER FOR HER -> user5779 0 days since a pauly/n 'truther' has pissed me off. she's clearly better suited to ollie. -> user565 SHE'S DATING KIMI?????

user935 PLEASE SAY THIS IS A JOKE

user2133 finally she's free of him -> user356 ???? -> user2133 i just think they're not right for each other. she's so extroverted and open and he's just so... not. Like he seems extroverted but just not with her, and he seems to not get her humour. -> user84 key word? SEEMS! you know nothing about their private and personal relationship.

user244 PLEASE SAY KIMI IS SINGLE NOW

user73 finally i have a chance with kimi! -> user935 do you enjoy humiliating yourself online?

user358 guys i fear this might be the end of kimiy/n, her friend and pierre gasly liked this... -> user55 ok, and let's be so real, her friend fucking hates kimi. -> user546 maybe she has a reason to? she actually knows him personally????

user3853 my mate is in F2 and knows kimi and said he's been just off his phone for the past few weeks. i think they broke up AGES ago. -> user76 deffo had nothing to do with the fucking F1 season starting up, right? you are a moron, so is your friend.

user46 pierre here for the drama and i respect it

user7835 CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE NEW ALBUM AND HOW GOOD SHE LOOKS???

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youruser

liked by landonorris, maxverstappen, olliebearman and 4,342,245 others

youruser holy shit! tour is underway, max actually (WILLINGLY) came to a show, and got p1 the next day! I must be a good luck charm!

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jackdoohan might need some of that good luck over here in alpine... -> youruser bro you've had three podiums in an alpine wtf are you on about????? -> jackdoohan how hard did you hit your head last night???

user83 NO KIMI LIKE? IS IT OVER ???? -> user2567 i'm done if they are -> user3678 sleeping on the highway brb!!!

user35702 KIMI IS GONE, PAUL YOU MUST RISEEEEE

user244 OLLIE HAS A CHANCE!!!! -> user7565 yall are crazy they havent even TOLD anyone yet. Just let them live.

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kimiantonelli

liked by maxverstappen, lewishamilton, landonorris and 312,329 others

kimiantonelli Great season so far, up to P2 in the constructors, and P3 in the drivers. Can't wait to go back to racing, but first, some rest :)

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user835 not to be chronically online but y/n hasn't commented or liked???

user530 babes... it might be over.

user995 broke up with his sister, but still gotta get max in, i respect the grind.

user123 this is so insane i fear

user92 he looks so sad :( -> user573 he's a grown man -> user83 babe he's 18 and has been dating her for 3 years, it's a big deal

user8357 why isn't anyone talking about his incredible start to the season???

user345 guys i'm so devastated

oscarpiastri Putting in the work mate, good job! -> liked by kimiantonelli

alexalbon Forza Kimi -> liked by kimiantonelli

user3575 if my boyfriend broke up with me, i'd kill my brother for still being his fucking photodump -> liked by yourfriend

user375 ollie still making it into the photodump is so boyfriend coded

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f1WAGgossip

liked by yourfriend, pierregasly, landonorris, and 2,349,924 others

f1WAGgossip Crisis averted! Kimi and Y/n are fine (as far as we know), and he actually visited her at her show last night in Montreal. He surprised her on stage and everything!

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user83 I'M SORRY DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT HER??

user34 she looked so stunning last night, and he was ENTRANCED fr -> user84 i get it.

user75 this is the best news i've had all week, and I passed the bar this week

user457 they're my fav couple -> landonorris same tbh

user450 can we talk about how yourfriend was adding fuel to the flames?? like wtf -> yourfriend lol, my b. kimi pissed me off. He's actually so in love with her it's so annoying and he takes her away from me :( -> youruser I still love you too :)

kimiantonelli People thought we were broken up? @.youruser -> user8435 LMAO -> user47 dude didn't even know -> user57 have you been living under a rock???? -> kimiantonelli No, I've been racing???? -> youruser could've sworn i told you, sorry love :) -> kimiantonelli all goo love. just to check, we aren't broken up, right? -> youruser nope. i'm all yours. -> kimiantonelli 👍 -> user353 why is he a thumbs up warrior?? -> user7565 they're so cute i want to claw my eyes out.

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a-substantial-trash-pile · 8 months ago

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Catalyst

so in my au which i'm totally not using to cope or anything haha, after realizing that curly isn't going to do anything about jimmy, anya confides in swansea and he goes Protective Dad Mode. i'm calling this the "Responsibility AU." ramble below cut.

swansea doesn't immediately go after jimmy with an axe or anything because 1. they're not in a high stress life/death crash situation and 2. anya specifically requests that swansea not enact violence upon jimmy after swansea says, and i quote, "i'm gonna beat his ass." anya just wants to feel safer and more supported on the ship—she doesn't want swansea to get in trouble even if jimmy does deserve to get destroyed by 10000 punches.

what swansea can do is watch out for anya and make sure she's never alone in a room with jimmy. if there's a situation where she has to be alone with jimmy (like the psych evals), she and swansea have a system where she can signal for help. with anya's permission, swansea asks daisuke to help look out for her too (without telling him the details as to why since that's anya's right to share or not). daisuke has already picked up at this point that something is wrong based on how much more hostile swansea's become towards jimmy, and he trusts his boss, so he agrees without much question.

anya, feeling less alone now that she has people watching her back, gains more confidence to stand up to jimmy. which makes him angry because his unwanted advances are being denied and swansea and daisuke keep getting in his way. he just can't understand why he's being treated as the bad guy here (this is because he is a delusional asshole).

meanwhile curly is slowly realizing that he needs to actually do something here because the tension in the crew is palpable and increasing by the day. also swansea is being mighty passive aggressive to him and talking about "responsibility" a lot. curly keeps trying to talk to jimmy about it but the guy just keeps downplaying it and blaming everyone else but himself. and curly is realizing that his friend isn't who he thought he was.

it all comes to a head one day when an angry jimmy tries to confront anya alone and swansea steps in. things get heated, people start yelling. curly show up to see swansea and jimmy on the verge of fighting with anya and daisuke trying to hold them back respectively. curly breaks up the fight. jimmy storms off. curly follows him and finds him trying to get the gun from the case in the cockpit. curly asks him why he's doing this and jimmy claims it's for his own protection because he feels "threatened by swansea." he tells curly to give him the code. curly, the sheer wrongness of the whole situation hitting him, finally calls jimmy out on all his bs. jimmy just laughs in his face, still believing that he's not in the wrong and curly doesn't have the guts to do anything anyway. so the captain fires him on the spot. jimmy snaps and he and curly get into a fight in the cockpit. jimmy is trying to crash the ship and curly is trying to stop him. then the rest of the crew show up and anya knocks jimmy's ass out with the gun case. swansea is so proud.

they throw jimmy in the cryopod so they don't have to worry about him pulling anything else and he can be properly dealt with once the stupid delivery is over. everyone's like, "wow that was a close one—could you imagine how messed up it would be if we ended up in a crash because of jimmy? thank god that didn't happen." curly makes swansea the copilot until they can get a replacement and swansea's like, "goddammit as if i don't already do enough shit around here."

anyway my whole goal here was to get rid of jimmy early so i can have beautiful Found Family shenanigans in space with the rest of the crew. apologies and healing and happy times will happen. no the whole getting laid off thing doesn't happen. no i don't have an explanation for it. sorry for the essay.

#mouthwashing #mouthwashing swansea #mouthwashing anya #mouthwashing spoilers #responsibility au

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abbotjack · 2 months ago

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˚. ྀིྀི୧❤︎୨ ྀིྀི.˚ We know Jack writes letters.

They're the kind Robby can’t read all the way through without stepping outside to gather himself. The kind that cut clean and simple, because Jack doesn’t waste words—he means them.

So when he falls in love, of course he writes.

He works nights. You work days. It wasn’t supposed to be a big deal—just a few missed dinners, a couple uneven weekends. But two years in, it’s become a rhythm neither of you like but both of you have learned how to survive. You brush your teeth while he’s lacing up his boots. He lets the microwave run too long reheating the dinner you left him. The sheets are always warm, but it’s rare you’re both in them at the same time.

You see him in fragments.

A half-empty beer left by the sink. His stethoscope on the kitchen chair. The smell of soap and hospital antiseptic lingering in the bathroom when you step out of the shower. Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you catch him in the doorway before you head out and he gets home—eyes heavy, jaw dark with stubble, scrubs wrinkled. He kisses your forehead like he’s apologizing for the hours he missed.

But then there are the letters.

Tucked in the pocket of your coat. Folded into your planner between work notes and receipts. Once, wedged between the pages of the book you keep meaning to finish, like he knew you’d open it eventually.

They’re never long—just a paragraph or two, scribbled on the back of supply sheets or crumpled chart printouts, whatever scrap he could grab between calls. The handwriting is always the same: rushed, uneven, slanted like he was writing too fast to second-guess himself. He never rewrites them. Never polishes a word. And at the bottom, always that quiet little “—J,” like he’s hesitant to leave too much of himself behind.

“Didn’t sleep today. Kept thinking about the way you were breathing last night, arm over your face like you were shielding yourself from something. I should’ve held you. I’m sorry I didn’t.”

“No letter tonight. Just wanted to leave a note saying I need to be near you. Wake me when you get in. Please.”

“You said something in the mirror yesterday—something about looking tired. I didn’t say anything then, but: You are beautiful. Even when you forget. Especially then.”

“There’s a receipt in your car from our favorite place. You went without me. I’m not mad. Just—next time, bring back fries. Or lie better.”

“You leave your rings on the counter and every time I see them, I think, ‘she came home.’ I don’t think you know how much that matters to me.”

“The plant you named after me is dying. Water it. Or don’t. I get it. But if it survives, I’ll take it as a sign you still love me.”

“You left the light on. Again. Which should annoy me. It doesn’t. The apartment feels like you were just here. Sometimes that’s all I need.”

“Tried to be quiet when I left. Still knocked over the shampoo bottle. Sorry. You flinched but didn’t wake up. I whispered goodbye anyway. It felt wrong not to.”

“You made the grocery list and wrote ‘Jack’s weird yogurt’ like I don’t have a brand. You’re lucky you’re pretty.”

"Tonight was rough. Lost one. Didn’t want to bring it home with me, but I needed to tell you I love you anyway."

“You were talking in your sleep again. Said something about stealing a goat. If I come home and there’s a goat in the yard, I’m not asking questions. I’ll just name it.”

“You asked me last night if I’d still love you if I was a worm. I said no. You hit me with a pillow. I’ve revised my answer.”

“You bought four new throw pillows. We now have eleven pillows on a three-seat couch. I have nowhere to sit. I love you anyway.”

“You said you felt off today. Didn’t tell me what that meant. Just curled up under the blanket and didn’t talk much. I stayed quiet too. I just wanted you to know I noticed.”

“You made the bed this morning. I know you were late. You didn’t do it for you. You did it for me. I love you.”

You keep them all. Pressed flat in a shoebox under your bed, like tiny pieces of him that can’t fade with time. Some of them still smell like antiseptic and worn leather and faint traces of his cologne. Sometimes you reread them when the loneliness sneaks in, when the hours between seeing him stretch too long.

And the thing is—he never asks if you read them. He doesn’t bring them up. It’s not about the response. It’s not even about being heard.

It’s about leaving something behind.

A thread. A trace. A heartbeat in your drawer when he can’t be in your bed.

Because Jack Abbot may not say I love you in the hallway or across a crowded kitchen—but he’ll write it. Every damn time.

And he knows you’ll find it when you need it most.

#the way i might make the letters a series #they were fun to write #jack abbot x reader #jack abbot #dr abbot #dr abbot x you #dr abbot x reader #shawn hatosy #the pitt fanfiction #the pitt #the pitt x reader

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littlelovelunette · 4 months ago

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Ok PLEASE hear me out but Sevika x reader where Sevika does something really fucked up but she doesn't realize how bad it was and thinks reader is just ignoring her because she's being dramatic and bcs they're both stubborn they don't talk for weeks until Sevika is sick of it and rants to Ran probably and she tells sev like "dude.. you fucked up bad bro" and since Sevika is just so desperate for r's attention she does the most dramatic apology every with flowers, all of r's fav stuff, probably even a hose Ran insisted on holding to make it look like she's in the rain (r notices and says hi to Ran) but um yk if you'd like ofc

Messy But She Tries

Contains angst

Toxic!Sevika x Fem!Reader

The night Sevika betrayed you was the night she proved she didn’t trust you.

It had started with an accusation—one she hadn’t even given you the dignity of hearing first.

Instead, you had walked into The Last Drop to find her sitting at a corner table, drink in hand, watching you like a predator waiting for you to step into the trap.

Her grey eyes had that cold, assessing gleam, the one she used when she was deciding whether or not to throw a punch.

“You got something you want to tell me?” she asked, low and even, but something in her tone made the hair on your arms rise.

“What?” you frowned, stepping closer.

She exhaled, shaking her head like she was disappointed.

“Word is, you’ve been talking to the wrong people. Piltover types. Enforcers.”

You froze. “What?”

Sevika leaned forward, flexing the fingers of her mechanical arm. “Funny, right? ‘Cause I could’ve sworn you weren’t that fucking stupid. But here we are.”

Your stomach turned. “You think I’d—”

“I think you’re gonna tell me the truth before I have to make you.”

And that was the moment. The moment you realized she had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t asking. She wasn’t looking for clarity. She had set a test, and in her mind, you had already failed.

It didn’t matter that you had never even looked at an Enforcer, let alone spoken to one. It didn’t matter that you had stayed at her side, through every close call, every late night, every fucking wound you’d patched up after her fights.

None of it mattered.

“Wow,” you laughed, but it wasn’t funny. It was hollow. Bitter. “So this is what you think of me?”

Sevika didn’t flinch. “I think I need to be careful about who I trust.”

You clenched your jaw. You could see it in her face—the way she was already shutting down, closing herself off like this was just another job.

Another problem she had to eliminate.

“Then don’t,” you said, your voice quiet. “If you think so little of me, don’t trust me. But just so you know, you can take all those allegations of me, stick them up where the sun don't shine. I am done.”

For a second, just a second, you thought she might say something else. That she might take it back. But instead, she picked up her drink and took another slow sip, watching you over the rim.

Cold. Detached. Like she didn’t care.

Like you didn’t matter.

You walked out.

And she let you.

The first few days were the worst.

You kept expecting her to show up. To stop by your place, lean in the doorway with that cocky smirk, and say something half-assed that wasn’t quite an apology but was close enough to mean she wanted things to be okay.

But she never came.

You used to complain about how she smelled like cigar smoke and metal, how her body heat was too much sometimes—but now?

Now the bed felt too big. Too empty.

And she?

She was fine.

“Shit,” Sevika muttered under her breath, slamming her glass onto the bar.

“You’re in a mood tonight,” Ran drawled from her spot beside her. She leaned back, arms crossed, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. “Let me guess. This have anything to do with that poor girl you ran off a few weeks ago?”

Sevika exhaled sharply through her nose. “Not talking about it.”

“Uh-huh.” Ran took a slow sip of her drink. “Funny, ‘cause you sure as hell won’t shut up about not talking about it.”

Sevika shot her a glare, but Ran just grinned.

"Look, I'm sick of ignoring her," Sevika finally admitted, rolling her drink between her fingers. “But I’m not crawling back, either.”

Ran snorted. “Dumbass, that’s exactly what you need to do.”

Sevika scowled.

“You accused her of snitching,” Ran reminded her, as if she needed the fucking recap.

“Your GIRLFRIEND! The one who’s had your back since day one. And then, instead of fixing it, you let her walk away. So yeah, sweetheart, if you want her back, you ARE crawling. And you’re gonna do it big.”

Sevika groaned, rubbing her face. “I don’t do ‘big gestures.’”

Ran leaned in, smirking. “Then I guess you won't get her back.”

“…What the hell am I supposed to do?”

Ran grinned. “Oh, I’ve got a few ideas.”

When you heard the doorbell ring, you hadn't expected to see Sevika standing on the other side of the door. But you didn't open the door. Instead, you asked from the other side.

“What do you want?” You asked, arms crossing over your chest.

“Open the door,” Sevika said, voice calculated and calm.

“Can you just fuck off already?” you hissed venomously.

“Not unless you hear me out,” Sevika said, her voice now had an undertone of plea, you could hear that she was genuine so you reluctantly opened the door.

You froze when you saw Sevika holding a fat bouquet of your favourite flowers, they looked so fresh and almost heavenly.

“I'm sorry?” Sevika held up the bouquet alongside a huge box of your favourite chocolates, a few shopping bags were dangling from her wrist.

The biggest grin broke on your lips, you giggled, “This is all for me?”

“Mhm,” Sevika gave you the bouquet which you took a whiff of.

“Fresh,” you smiled up at her, “Thank you,” you said shyly before you frowned a little seeing the sprinkles of water as if it was raining.

You squinted over Sevika's shoulder seeing Ran standing in a distance, she was holding a hose of water towards the sky. Ran waved.

You laughed softly, waving back.

“Does that mean I'm forgiven?” Sevika grumbled.

“Of course,” you hugged her which she gladly returned.

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vxnuslogy · 1 year ago

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— retail therapy. ft sunday

— warnings: slight angst if you squint hard enough

— author's note: self-indulgent stellaron hunter sunday after playing the new tb quest. ~2.4k words.

“is this…” sunday gestures with his hands, “also part of our script?”

you let out a laugh. balancing firefly and kafka’s shopping bags in your hands, you only shook your head at the angel-like man with an amused smile on your lips.

“no, it is not.” kafka was browsing the dress sections with keen interest, blade was peering over silver wolf’s shoulder watching her as she played yet another video game, and firefly was looking over the rack of new hats. “but it’s a good change of pace. you all deserve to relax after such a hard mission.”

“i don’t think this really fits my criteria of relaxation, [name].” you only laugh at sunday’s sigh. offering him a small pat on the back and dragging him by his sleeve to where kafka was beckoning you over. “you’ll get used to it eventually. next time, we’ll do something that fits your criteria of relaxation.”

the silver haired man only shook his head. but deep down you knew he was enjoying himself – the wings behind his ears often betrayed him by openly showing what he actually felt. every now and then, they would flutter and puff up whenever silver wolf drags him to another section with new games or when he tries to deny kafka’s attempt at getting him a new shirt or coat (after his wings fluttered a bit too hard at this one coat kafka bought it immediately).

“what do you think?” you ask as you put down the bags that've been weighing down on your arms. “about us, i mean, are you adjusting well?”

you notice sunday’s hesitation, you always have when it comes to him – he often wonders how wise and knowledgeable you are to know how he felt. a hum left your lips as you sat down on one of the offered chairs at the shoe section while blade reached to the top shelf to get what firefly was pointing at.

“i…” he starts, voice just above whisper. “don’t know.”

another hum escapes your lips. scooting over to make space for him and patting the space, urging him to sit besides you. sunday does, though reluctantly, sit beside you as you watch silver wolf giggle at firefly’s struggle to walk in heels. blade’s hands hover over her figure as she stomps her way over to the shorter girl to pinch her cheeks to which she protested.

“they’re nice people.” you say, gaze never leaving them. “the galaxies may say otherwise, but they're truly the kindest people i have ever met.”

“i… apologize.”

you raise a brow at him. “what’s with the apology?”

“i have only ever thought of the five of you as bad people.” sunday admits with a heavy heart. eyes finding much entertainment on his gloves that you had gifted. “i… do not know how to act around you all, when i’ve only ever heard bad things about you. it feels wrong to suddenly be thrusted into your already tight knit group.”

you only hum in understanding. hand coming to caress the top of his head when you stood up when blade called you over.

“we understand, mr. sunday.” you gave him a small smile as you picked up the many shopping bags you had. “these sorts of things take time, just take it one step at a time.”

he only nods. and like the gentleman that he is, steals away the heavier bags in your hands with an awkward smile.

—

“do you miss the person you were before you joined?”

you wonder if blade has ever mentioned to sunday how you loved thought evoking questions like the one he had just asked. recently, the two have been paired up a lot for missions - you’re still on the fence on whether it's a good or bad thing, but you’re leaning more towards the former. you only gave a thoughtful hum as you spooned another scoop of ice cream into your mouth.

kafka had grown bored of the dresses and shoes and wanted to get something to eat. now here you were, outside a quaint little ice cream shop as blade orders for everyone - silver wolf and firefly hiding behind the man like two kids.

sunday was sitting in front of you, laughing silently after catching a glimpse of the two tables across from you being filled with your shopping bags. you laughed as well and when your eyes met his, sunday quickly averted his gaze towards his own cold treat.

“do i ever miss the person i was before i joined…” you echo his question. “sometimes, in the middle of the night whenever i’m feeling a bit too sentimental, i do.” a fond expression was probably present on your face as sunday hummed in acknowledgement. “i miss the comfort of my bed as i scrolled endlessly on my phone. or how a certain little creature in red would bring me tea and biscuits when i let time pass in my little workshop. i miss them every chance i get.”

yes, every chance you get, you reminisce over your past life. missing your father’s quick temper, your brother’s indifference, your mother’s absence; you missed them all, despite all their flaws and the bitterness that swam in your heart. and of course, how could you ever forget your little escapades in different planets with a seasoned adventurer and his vast knowledge of animation and travel or the little waddling of a conductor as they scold you nearly not making it back. you missed them all very dearly.

“what about you, mr. sunday? do you miss penacony?”

“would it be wrong of me… if i said no…?”

admittedly, that was the exact opposite of what you thought his answer would be.

the six of you were now in the car with you and blade driving (firefly suggested you all take two cars so you won’t have to be squeezed together in one). silver wolf was fast asleep at the back seat, using the many shopping bags as her makeshift pillows. you and sunday sat at the front, keeping a close eye on blade’s red car in front of you as you pondered what you would say next.

“i don’t think that’s the whole truth, but it’s not an entire lie either.” was your only response. from the corner of your eye, you see sunday take off his gloves and lay them on his lap. “would you like to talk about it, mr. sunday? i’m quite the exceptional listener you know.”

sunday laughed at your jesting and that made the breath you were unconsciously holding escape you.

“penacony, as beautiful as it was,” he fiddles with his fingers as his wings came to cover half his face - a habit you picked up on whenever he started to open up. “it was simply too much for me.”

staying silent and when sunday looked at you, you simply nod. urging him to continue.

“the flashy city lights, the ever echoing of upbeat music, to many, penacony is a paradise where nothing could go wrong,” sunday sags in his seat, “but i often wonder if it ever gets too much for them. even though i have lived my entire life in the land of festivities, i could not bring myself to enjoy the thrill and joy it offered.”

“no matter how many times i bury these feelings of guilt, they always resurface whenever…”

“whenever?” you slowly try to coax it out of him. like how a parent would to their child.

“they always resurface whenever… i find myself enjoying your company too much.” you try to hide your shock when you take a right turn. “is it truly alright for me to just leave all of penacony behind? as overwhelming it was, it offered a roof over my head. food on my table. a family.”

soft patters of rain as small droplets of water cascaded down the now slightly fogged up windows of your car. “would you like my personal opinion on this matter, mr. sunday?” the car skids to a stop as the traffic light glows red. sunday only nodded solemnly. “you have every right to not miss penacony.”

his gold eyes were furrowed in distraught. gaze boring into the side of your head as the car started moving again. “yes, penacony offered a roof over your head and food on your table, but everyone has that right. even us, stellaron hunters, the most wanted criminals across star systems, have the right to have a home. did penacony ever feel like home to you, mr. sunday?”

“no. not it has not.” sunday replies after a few moments of silence.

“just because a roof is over your head and food is served on your table doesn’t automatically make it a home.” your eyes hardened, grip on the steering wheel tightening ever so slightly. “a home is supposed to make you feel safe, not obligated to repay their so-called “kindness”. you don’t have to feel guilty for not wanting to come back to the place that had caused you pain.”

“and what of my sister, robin?” he suddenly counters. you knew from little snippets from kafka that robin was a bit of a sensitive topic with him. “am i really allowed to enjoy this new life of mine knowing that she’s still in the family’s clutches?” his voice hardened, but at the same time it quivered and broke. “what right do i have to this newfound happiness when she could be struggling? for aeon’s sake,” he messily pushes his hair away from his face. you try not to focus on the stray tears that fell from his eyes, “i’m her older brother, her protector. she should be the one here, spending time with you and enjoying the life she’s always wanted.”

“miss robin is destined for greatness and a happy life,” stopping at another traffic light, you look over to sunday, “but so are you. i do not know the pain and turmoil your adoptive father has made you go through, but you will never be free if you keep holding on to the past.”

“i don’t think being a stellaron hunter and a wanted criminal is what you call greatness.” sunday jokes with a low chuckle making you roll your eyes.

you trained your sight on the road again. “it’s not easy to break out of whatever gopher wood has taught you,” the way you spat his adoptive father’s name with such venom made sunday wonder if you had personally met him. “but if, theoretically, we had offered you to join us earlier and to sneak you out of penacony, miss robin would be the first person to urge you to take that chance. you are her older brother yes, and it's often the oldest’s job to protect the younger,” you pull up your car in the parking lot as blade, kafka, and firefly started taking the shopping bags out of the car. “but she is still your sister that wants what’s best for you, even if it means leaving penacony behind.”

the sight of blade, a man with a harsh exterior and few words, silently carry silver wolf with such care will always stir something inside of sunday. or how kafka would happily chat with firefly over the new clothes they got on today’s shopping list, promising to do a haul tomorrow morning after the older woman cooks everyone breakfast. but if there was something that pulled at his heart the most, it would be you.

you who kindly respected his space and unwillingness to talk or socialize with the other hunters when he had been first recruited. the same you who had made him the metal wings that was now attached to his lower back - created with so much care and attentiveness sunday felt unworthy of it. you who would always be the first one to look for him whenever you were going out and extending a hand for him to take.

“everyone deserves to be happy,” you say beside him as you drop him off at the door to his room. “and that includes you, mr. sunday.”

sunday had always been treated as someone who was above everything else, that was the first thing he was taught after all. he was destined for greatness, the key to the revival of his dead aeon. so he never truly knew how to act when someone treated him as an equal. someone neither above or below anyone.

“i’m not very good with words,” sunday scoffs, thinking otherwise. “so i often convey my sincerity and comfort through actions.”

sunday feels your hand slither to the back of his neck as you slowly pull him down to your height. forcing his beating heart to still when he looks into your eyes that swam with understanding and fondness when you press both of your foreheads together.

“you can enjoy your time here, with us. you’re allowed to let go of the past and miss your sister.” your thumb rubs soothing circles on his nape, sunday feels the hairs on his arms rise. “and if you still think otherwise, then that’s also fine. breaking free from the shackles of your past isn’t easy, but you shouldn’t give up.” sunday feels the way your words leave a warm ticklish feeling on his lips, he had to fight the urge to lean into your space even more. “we want you to be happy, we want you to be here with us. so we’ll teach you how to let go. until you can do it yourself.”

sunday has seen you do this to others; after you patch up blade after a nasty fight, when you welcome kafka home, when silver wolf comes to you after a nightmare and when firefly bares her heart out to you. he finally understands why the others stuck to you closely, they showed their appreciation for you in forms of physical affections.

involuntarily, his arms snakes around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer he feels you may decipher the way his heart beats your name. “may we stay like this for a while?” you only hum slowly when he lays his head on your shoulder. letting your comfort wash away all the guilt and frustration, even if it was just for a moment.

you catch a glimpse of kafka leaning at one of the dark walls with a knowing smile on her lips. rolling your eyes at the older woman, you bid sunday a good night with a small smile. knuckles brushing right under his eyes where phantom tears had fallen. in your mind, you can’t help but feel that your little idea of taking him shopping to brighten up his mood was a success.

#—stellaronhvnters.#・ nouveau livre ˎˊ˗#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail imagines #honkai star rail headcanons #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail sunday #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #hsr headcanons #hsr x you #hsr sunday #sunday x you #sunday imagines #sunday x reader #sunday headcanons #( 🂡 ) – royal flush of stories .ᐟ

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evieelyzabethh · 7 months ago

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"what dreams are made of"

⭒"sunsets or something, aren't you lovely" ⭒~ crush phase Arcane head cannons {fem reader}

cast ✧ Vi, Ekko, Jayce, Viktor, Mel

cw fem!reader, massive amounts of fluff, slightly pervy jayce, not beta read

an ☞i know this blog has been very Buffy related for a bit but i wanted to try something new. Not that Buffy is abandoned forever, i just wanted to write for more than one fandom

♞Vi ♞

♞Vi tells herself she doesn't have a crush on you, nay, she doesn't even believe in crushes. She thinks they are childish and beneath her and would never even admit she has one. That being said, she is definitely "sweet" on you as Vander would've called it. Vi when having a crush would be an absolute disaster, and this she would be more than willing to admit on her own. Her words never seem to come out right, and even when they do, they're never taken the way she means. She said it herself, when presented a set of options, she somehow always manages to chose the wrong one. For a relationship with Vi to work, you would have to be patient.

♞She certainly doesn't know when enough is enough. She will hang outside of your place of employment, be it the Last Drop or Babette's and insist you allow her to walk you home. Her fists are the one thing she's confident in because there is no nuance in fighting. She doesn't think it's possible for you to be upset with her for beating the shit out of the guy who looked at you funny and would be confused when you get mad at her for this. It's not even that she thinks you are incapable of taking care of yourself, that's just the only way she can think to protect you without it going wrong (and it sometimes still does)

♞She would be into old school chivalry. In a modern, less serious AU, I think she would be the type to stand outside your house with a boombox to apologize because she accidentally shrunk your favorite expensive sweater in the wash. Even within Arcane, I think if she was feeling soft and comfortable enough, she would be the type to carry you over puddles so your shoes didn't get wet or throw stones at your window to get your attention. Not even to go on a big adventure, just to sit on a rooftop and to listen to her hum.

♞I don't think she'd be into getting her crush flowers. She's one of those types who is already hyper exposed to death and wouldn't want to get you anything that has the potential to die. She's not above having Jinx make you some trinket and trying to lie that she made it to impress you, but you know that it's not her handiwork. She does try, though, her and her sticky fingers. Anything your gaze lingers too long on somehow finds its way into your room with a handwritten note from her (her handwriting is shit by the way)

♞As stated above, she is terrible with words yet is most romantic in the most unexpected moments. She is totally the type to hang around doorframes just to lean on them and subtly flex. Does this work? No, but it's funny to see her try and be suave. She succeeds in smaller ways. She is always watching. She notices the small changes in the ways you look at her, knowing when you're trying not to laugh or need her to rescue you from a terrible conversation. The slightly deeper baritone she puts on when she asks, "you alright, pretty?", the way she guides you by the small of your back on instinct. She one of those people who is naturally hot and doesn't realize she doesn't need to try (and don't let her find out she'll be insufferable).

♞I don't think she would confess on her own, it's far more likely you'll have to do it yourself. She would get in her head too much, and her communication skills are awful. She worries that she'll hurt you and won't know how to fix it. She knows relationships are harder work than friendships and she is not confident in her abilities to handle all the responsibility that comes with that. She's reckless with her livelihood, but never you and your wellbeing. Even after a confession, it would take a lot of reassurance that she wouldn't destroy everything.

✭Ekko✭

✭I don't think a crush phase with Ekko would last all that long, especially if it's developed after the Firelight society. I think he's far more self-assured than Vi is and wouldn't see the point in dancing around a relationship. If he wants you and you want him, why make things complicated if they don't need to be. For these reasons, I think he would crush from a far rather than it being a friends to lovers type relationship.

✭Ekko is sappy, let that be known. The first time he sees you time stops. If he's figured out his machine, he may just rewind time to stare at you for a second longer. He becomes a mini-stalker, not breaking into your house or anything, but slyly asking if anyone knows you, where you came from, why he's never seen you before, if you're single? Scar makes fun of him for this, of course, but encourages and indulges him with all he knows

✭The glimpses he sees of you make his whole week. Those short moments you pass by him in a crowd, or he sees you playing with children or passing around food, and he curses himself every time for freezing instead of taking action. And when he does take action, Scar is somewhere around the corner eavesdropping on the conversation and nearly choking on his own laughter when he hears Ekko's opening line, "Tree." Just "Tree". He had meant to say more than that, but when you looked at him, his mind went blank and all he could manage was "Tree" and died inside as you looked up at him confused. Like Vi, he too would stumble over his words at first, or even worse, fall victim to a terribly timed voice crack. He tries to cover it with a cough, but there's really no coming back from that.

✭Lucky for Ekko (who still lays awake at night because of your first interaction), you liked his tree a lot and you talked for hours under it. He walked you home like a gentleman after and shows up the next morning to give you an exclusive tour of the entire place and treats you to lunch

✭After that he pops up everywhere. You need company on an errand, he's some how at your door, checking his watch trying to look nonchalant when he is one of the most chalant people to walk the earth. You get caught in the rain, your eyes aren't deceiving you, that is indeed Ekko in the misty distance with an extra umbrella he 'found' lying around somewhere. You wanna go out one night, that's hilarious because Ekko had the exact same idea and if you're both going out might as well keep each other safe at night.

✭Don't be mistaken, he allows you space. He himself is a man who enjoys solitude, but what is the point of a commune if not community. He can do things alone, and he does, but if he's craving company and you are too, why bother with it. Being together isn't often a big ordeal anyway, sometimes its lounging around in his lab reading a book while he's tinkering away with some good music playing in the background. And sometimes, if the stars align and the moon allows, you slow dance to whatever's playing while talking about your day, even if you spent it together.

✭Ekko can certainly cook. He got quite good at making something out of nothing before his tree, but after, you try convincing him every day to open a restaurant should he ever need some cash on the side. He likes his kitchen a lot, actually, its his private sanctuary. A place where his love of the arts and science come together. In a modern AU, he would totally be on the track to have a degree in biochemistry and plan to open his own restaurant.

✭You two would hang out in his kitchen a lot, and out of the kindness of his heart, he would allow you to lick the spoon anytime he bakes something. It would also be where he confesses, a candlelit dinner for two already set up while both of you prepare what will be your first meal together as a couple.

❂Jayce❂

❂Probably the only one (and Mel) who can pull of being suave. Though he can pull it off, it is not authentic at all. He certainly woos you with it though!! He is a very classic romantic, buying you dozens of roses and wine-and-dining you with fancy champagne and furry rugs, but it's all a facade. He's a really big dork. Unlike the previous two, being suave is the defense he plays rather well. He's a bit scared that when you realize he's really pathetic deep down, you'll be disappointed. He's the man of progress and built like a brickhouse and he is slightly very insecure that's not his personality deep down

❂He enjoys walks in the gardens once you get a bit closer to him. Usually you two will talk in his lab or in your place of work and he'll drop a few cheesy pickup lines with a charming smirk and you'll both laugh it off. You think he's just a flirt for a while and he's really trying to work on you (just very unsuccessfully). It's not until he (very inorganically) tells you he's tired and wants a change of scenery and asks if you'll accompany him to the gardens. For the first time ever, you get one of his toothy smiles instead of those stupid forced smirks and you're really fond of it.

❂From then on, things start progressing much faster. He starts to tell you about Hextech and his theories about the runes and how it all works and babbles about scientific drivel until the sun goes down and, unless you're one of the sciency-types, it goes through one ear and out the other. He's ok with this, he likes having a sponge around to talk things through with, but if you can actually engage, he'd probably get a boner.

❂I feel like out of everyone, after you got close enough, he would do relationship things, creating a very vague space that can leave you questioning whether or not you're together or if you're reading into things too much. This is entirely because he wants to ask you out and he is like 90% percent sure you'll say yes but he's worried about the slim chance you won't and wants you to take the leap for him because he's too scared to.

❂He's a big physical touch guy. Like the type to leave his hands in your back pocket, not even because he's trying to grab your ass, but because he wants to touch you (and your ass). He likes hugs!! He gives such good hugs. While it's usually him leaning on you for touch, placing his head in your lap, grabbing your hands, or letting his hands linger on your hips to rub little patterns, he is beyond excited when it's you are initiating. What do you mean you want a hug from him!!! What do you mean you want to hold his hand!! He is so over the moon excited.

❂Slight side tangent, but if you went out in something low cut he would constantly be staring at your chest. Not even in a perv way (most of the time), but to make sure it doesn't fall down. He has gotten very sly at pulling it up for you in an unnoticeable way. There are a lot of similar acts with him, casual touches here and there. Unsticking your hair from your lip gloss, pulling stray leaves or flower petals out of your hair, making sure the clasp of your necklace stays in place at the back of your neck.

❂I know he smells nice. Dior Sauvage warrior right here!!! He would go slightly overboard with it on the day he confesses just because you said you liked it. He would plan everything to an absolute 't'. A walk in the gardens where you had what he considers your first date, a written speech that become illegible because his hands were sweaty while he was holding it, a specific spot to eat dinner so you got a perfect glimpse of the stars. He would even wait for the day that a specific constellation was in place to perfectly set the mood. He asks you to be his girlfriend like he's proposing, with a single rose and matching bracelets to commemorate the occasion.

☽Viktor☾

☾Viktor is another one I don't really see having a crush just because he is so busy all the time, but I don't think you'd need to work in the lab to catch his attention. I think simple things, like kindness, would really be all he needs. He appreciates someone who doesn't coddle him or look at him funny because he's from Zaun or because of his leg. Someone who is considerate to his disability while also treating him like a person, not like some porcelain doll

☾I think once he found you, he would find it slightly hard to know what to do next. He likes your banter when you come around and he knows he likes you, it's the pursuing part that gets him tripped up. He is someone who likes to have it planned out and he has no idea where he would take you on a date or what you enjoy or who you are really

☾Every hang out would eventually turn into a game of 21 questions. What's your favorite color? What do you like to do in your free time? What's your least favorite chore to do? It all seems very random you two jump from topic to topic when the conversation stills. He also just adores hearing you go on and on about things. They could be the simplest of things, like going into very heavily deep detail as to why your favorite colors purple, or something more substantive, like a full and deep analysis of your favorite book, or just gossip. This man is a D-1 gossiper!!

☾He likes having you around in general. Like Jayce, he enjoys having someone to bounce ideas off of or just being able to hear them out loud. He also feels more at ease around you. Unlike pretty much everyone else, he wouldn't freeze up around his crush. If anything, he's more prone to fault without them there. He gets too wrapped up in work, he forgets to take breaks, he forgets to eat. You're always there to remind him to do what he forgets to the point that you don't even have to say it anymore. He's gotten so good about it, sometimes he makes lunch for the both of you.

☾He absolute adores your banter. He's not as serious as people think he is. He can crack a joke or two. He's sarcastic and witty and a leader of the sassy man apocalypse. He would absolutely die without hearing your laugh at his stupid jokes.

☾On a different note, he would start using pet names so smoothly. It would start slowly with a simple nickname and then eventually progress into one of those old, classic nicknames. Dear or darling would definitely be his go-to's and he would only get bolder as you start to blush more. He's cocky too, he is very aware of the effect he has, and he likes pushing your buttons. It's like a game, the more he picks and prods, the greater his reward is.

☾I also have a feeling he'd be a slight neat freak. Like his lab is a different story, his work is chaotic, but he cannot come home to chaos. I think if you let him into your space, he wouldn't definitely tidy it up subtly. Wiping dust off books and slightly moving objects on your desk so they look more orderly. I feel like this carries over to appearance too. He has a specific way of tying his shoes and he's very meticulous about what ties he wears and knows how to do like every type of knot.

☾He also definitely smells good. You can't convince me he doesn't have like a 12-step shower routine and takes advantage of all of Piltover's fancy soups and colognes. In contrast to Jayce, however, his smelling good is him smelling super clean. Like it's not a scent out of a bottle or anything, nor does he smell exactly like soap, he smells distinctly like himself and very clean.

☾I think he would confess very simply and nonchalantly. It would be a late night in the lab by candlelight or some sort of low lighting has him feeling romantic and bold. He peppers it into conversation smoothly, something like "It's too late tonight, but tomorrow we should go on our first date." And you are taken aback, which he knew you would be. You do ask if he was officially asking you to be his girlfriend and he tells you "he doesn't really like labels", but the wide smile and kiss he gave you said otherwise.

☼Mel☼

☼Probably one of the smoothest talkers out of everyone here. She would have absolutely no problems charming anyone into a relationship. Similar to Jayce, it would be a bit superficial at first. Feeling like she would need a relationship to feel complete, not in a self-esteem way, but rather in an aesthetic way. She is always trying to look very put together and like she has everything under control, and the "complete" life looked like one with a significant other. She eventually realizes a complete life doesn't need a partner, but her complete life wouldn't be complete without you.

☼Mel would feel like she's being obvious towards her crush when she in reality is not. She has this very professional tone about her, and she eventually has to learn that even the sweetest things sound manufactured in that manner. She would talk very softly with her crush, a lot of whispers during council meetings and sweet mutterings while it's just the two of you. This reminds me, if you're shorter than her, she has the very attractive habit of leaning down to speak to you.

☼Big on eye contact. She could talk you unto circles, your pupils dilated and just nodded at anything she says. She finds this very amusing. She is aware of the effect her voice has on people, and she would be lying if she said she didn't put into hyperdrive when it came to you. It's not even a different voice she put on, it's just the way she speaks and looks you in your eyes that's so captivating. She also gives it right back when it comes to listening to you. Though she has the habit of wanting to fix your problems for you, she's gotten good at asking if you even want her advice or just want her to listen.

☼She would love matching with her crush. Once again, someone who visuals are very important to, she likes the idea that you look together, even if you aren't. This also applies to her finding any way for you to be together at public events. Inviting you as her date to a gala or not wanting to do a grocery run alone, she would ask you to come with. She loves looking like you two are dating.

☼Gossip sessions would go insane. It's definitely a scheduled weekend event with face masks and nails, she'll braid your hair and in return you'll pick out new charms and styles for her to put hers in. Part of it is because she likes being well informed about what everyone is up to and part of it is bonding over despising the same people in the council (this is directed at Salo). Her favorite part of it is being around you; it's a very intimate activity that she can't get enough of.

☼I feel it in my bones that she's the type to open doors for you. Car doors, carriage doors, your hand will not grace a single doorknob or handle around her. She would also be on top of the weather, festivals and fun events happening, and things concerning to your interests. You will never regret not wearing your rainboots because she would've told you the forecast the morning. Your favorite music artists are coming soon, good thing she told you like a month ago so you could get tickets before everyone else.

☼She is another chef, but of the comfort food variety. Her food just tastes like a warm hug, and she is the first you go to when feeling under the weather. She takes great pride in this. She doesn't cook often and she doesn't even enjoy the activity that much, preferring to eat out or have a private chef, but she likes that she has something that she can do for you.

☼I don't think it would take her very long to ask you out, especially if she felt like the feelings were reciprocated. To her, there's no point in prolonging the inevitable and she really likes the way your names sound together. I think she is also sappy; she is just incredibly well at hiding it. All of the acts of service mentioned above are usually done casually. She wins the nonchalant Olympics even when she's not trying to. She thinks it's incredibly clear, but the way she comes across doesn't convey that. Thus, her sappy moments are few and far between and she gets very bashful when they're mentioned.

☼Definitely has a scrapbook of your times together as well as a diary where she talks about you for pages on end. The discovery of this would lead to the confession. It would be uncomfortable for her just because it would be so impromptu and that is not how she likes to do things. She would be very vulnerable and honest about her feelings and would call this your "unofficial" confession. She would later go all out as she had always intended during her confession

#arcane x reader #arcane #vi x reader #viktor x reader #ekko x reader #mel x reader #jayce x reader #arcane headcanon #arcane fanfic #arcane x you #ekko arcane #jayce arcane #mel arcane #vi arcane #viktor arcane

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shanastoryteller · 2 months ago

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HAPPY DAY OF YOUR BIRTH!!!!! Draco and wizarding politics please?

a continuation of 1 2 3 4

"You're being an idiot about this," Draco says in greeting.

Harry's lips twitch up in the corners. He holds out a bouquet of light pink French roses. "Hello, Draco."

The roses are beautiful, in perfect bloom, and with just enough variation between them that they're probably not the product of a copying charm, although he supposes they could be a unique bit of transfiguration. However, considering it was Longbottom that finally got him to agree to this, there's a decent chance they're natural grown.

"Thank you," he says grudgingly, taking the flowers. They smell nice, which is another point in favor of the natural grown theory. Getting scent correctly is rather advanced and can be tricky even for masters. Pansy's not a master but she has a knack for it that few others can replicate, but he attributes that more to her vast perfume collection and obsession thereof than anything else.

Harry rubs the back of his neck, looking at someplace over Draco's shoulder. "Uh, yeah. No problem."

Merlin.

"First thing's first, don't slouch," he snaps. "Look me in the eye when you're speaking to me. Don't fidget. You killed a dark lord, Potter, and it would behoove you to occasionally act like it."

"I had help," Harry says, but he doesn't straighten and meet Draco's eyes, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Also, you should probably call me Harry if we're doing this."

Help. As if that means it doesn't qualify. One of Harry's most irritating qualities in school was that he was arrogant over the wrong things. Depressingly little has changed. "Apologies. You killed a dark lord, Harry, and it would behoove you to occasionally act like it."

Harry's definitely smiling at him now.

He turns to go find a vase. He could leave it for the elves, but hopefully by the time he gets back, Harry will have moved his mouth into a more appropriate shape.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #anon #harry potter

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laceyhearts · 9 days ago

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౨ৎ SO HIGH SCHOOL ; LUKE HUGHES !

➪ summary: going into sophomore year she had no expectations, but when luke hughes sits in front of her during trig, suddenly her sophomore year turns into a mission

➪ pairing: luke hughes x fem!reader

➪ warnings: none ( i think ? ), not proofread per usual

➪ word count: 7.5k

➪ emma's notes: NOT BASED ON SO HIGH SCHOOL. i just listened to it a lot while writing it so that's what i named with. but it is a little based on what happened to me my sophomore year. i hope you guys enjoy this fic because honestly it took me way too long to write and yeah. for the sake of this fic, they're close to detroit - pls go with it for the plot thanks. UHHHH apologies if some of the scenes are short, they were important to the plot but i just didn't know what else to write. OKAY ENJOY :)

She had no expectations for high school, let alone for her sophomore year. She never thought about meeting Prince Charming and having a cheesy homecoming proposal, never thought about late nights out with a guy that made her giggle at just the mere thought of him, never thought she’d have a press conference about a guy she liked with her favorite teachers.

And she was right, for the most part. She’d be lying if she didn’t say she stayed in bed, minutes from sleep, eyes fluttering close before opening seconds later, thinking about the guy she had seen in the hallway for a brief second. But she didn’t expect any of those things to happen, and none of those things did happen. Well, except for the press conference.

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She met Ms. Wilsher and Ms. McCroix bright and early on her first day of sophomore year. It was first period, all of her friends were in AP Human Geography or AP United States History, but not her. It was a new class, not many people were in it, and she felt like an outsider as a bunch of the students high-fived the two teachers like they’d known each other for years.

“I’m Ms. Wilsher, and I’m assuming you’re y/n, right?”

She flushed, wiping her hand against her skirt before holding it out, nodding, “Yeah, hi. It’s nice to meet you.”

“And I’m Ms. McCroix, but you can just call me Croix. We’re not too formal around here.”

“Around here?” She questioned, head tilting in curiosity as she set her things down.

“Uh yeah, a lot of the kids kind of hang out with us, our classes intertwine sometimes, so most of the time it’s the same kids. Us and Mr. Carlson across the hall. Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in.”

And she did. Sure, it took a few days, but she slowly allowed herself to feel comfortable, share things with the two teachers that she’d come to trust and rely on more than she could imagine. Soon, this classroom would become her safe space.

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Trig was next, a subject she felt comfortable in, a class she could just be and do her work where no one would bother her, and she didn’t have to second-guess everything she did. And while she thought it was going to be peaceful, she was proven wrong.

She took her seat in the back of the class, somewhere near the middle of the row, so she could still see the board easily, her go-to spot in any class. One by one, people she knew from middle school trickled in, some more people she didn’t, and one by one, they took their seats.

She shifted anxiously as guys who were deemed popular two years ago when they were in the height of their middle school years, guys who talked to her during a group project but now couldn’t tell you what her name was, sat next to her. She took a deep breath; she could get through 10 months with them, maybe, hopefully.

He was the last one to walk in, and at first, she didn’t know who he was. She hadn’t seen him around, she didn’t know his name like she knew the rest of the people around her, didn’t know what he could make her feel with just a small, awkward smile, not yet anyway.

She didn’t talk, didn’t introduce herself, she just gazed at him, shrinking in her seat, acting like her friend just texted her life-changing information as he sat in front of her, dapping his friends up like they didn’t just see each other a few weeks ago at the beach.

And it was like that for a few weeks, staying quiet because she didn’t know anyone in the class, making a connection with her teacher, Mrs. Cooper, laughing softly at the random things the boys around her said. Nothing happened, sophomore year was starting out as expected, and if she was lucky, it would stay that way.

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Her friends were assholes, it was confirmed. Somehow, someway, she started liking Luke Hughes. She didn’t mean to, didn’t plan to, but her friends were insistent, and professional gaslighters.

The moment they found out that Luke Hughes was sitting in front of her in trig, they knew they had to get her to like him.

“You guys would be so cute together.” Chloe started, opening her lunchbox.

“Yeah, you know who else would be cute together? Me and a cow.”

“Luke kind of looks like a cow, a cute one. Like one of those highland cows that stick their tongues out.” Her friend, Stephanie, offered, shrugging as she took a bite of her sandwich.

Y/n stared at her, a blank expression on her face, before throwing her napkin at her, “Shut up.”

“Seriously, y/n/n. You guys would be cute, he’s nice and funny, and he likes hockey, which you do too. You should at least try. I know the last guy you liked didn’t end up well-”

“I asked him a question and he didn’t respond, he left me on heard. Only my mom does that.”

“Was she on her phone?”

“Yeah, what is with that? They can’t be mad at us for not being able to multitask, and then once they’re on their phone, they forget their ability to hear-”

“Hey! Focus, guys.”

Stephanie and y/n shut up, eyes snapping to Chloe, who gave them a look, “We’re sophomores-”

“Exactly, I have time to experience the high school romance life.”

“But how often are you going to have a class with Luke Hughes of all people?”

“Seriously, guys. I’m fine where I am, I don’t need to like anyone, I’m barely 16, stop acting like I’m 32, and if I don’t find someone now, I’m going to end up lonely forever.”

“Just trust me, you and Luke would break the school. You guys are adorable.”

“I haven’t even said a word to him.”

“You will, with our help. Now c’mon, let’s do this chem homework.”

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It took y/n until the week after homecoming to say something to him. It didn’t even happen on purpose; they were talking about hockey, and her mind was moving a million miles per hour as she tried to keep up in their conversation. And one off-handed comment later, she found herself snorting in amusement as she kept her eyes trained on her paper in front of her, filling out the unit circle in front of her.

“What?”

She looked up, face dropping and cheeks flushing with embarrassment, “I- oh, nothing, sorry.”

Charlie, the one sitting directly next to her, raised an eyebrow. “Well, obviously something we said got you to laugh, so I want to know what it was.”

She wasn’t good at this, talking to people she barely knew. She was an introvert, the kind of girl who went through high school quietly, the kind of girl no one noticed until they were paired up with her for a group project.

“Seriously, it’s nothing. I was just thinking about something-”

“It’s okay, really. Just say it.” She could feel herself relax at the tone of his voice. He’d always been loud with his friends, stealing their phones and laughing like he had heard the funniest joke in the world. She didn’t know why it changed when he talked to her.

“I just- you guys were talking about the Calder, right? I don’t think Dahlin is going to get it, if I’m honest.”

Some of the boys looked at her like she had grown two heads, not expecting her to know what they were talking about, some of them looked at her like she had no idea what she was saying, but Luke? Luke gave her a curious look, a small spark in his eyes as he stared at her, a smile tugging at his lips.

“And who do you think will be?”

“Petterson. Plays for-”

“Vancouver, yeah. My brother just got drafted there.”

Her eyes narrowed before recognition lit them, “Right. Quinn. I watched the draft, congrats.”

“Thanks… Um, you are?”

“Y/n.”

“Luke.”

“Uh, yeah, I know.”

He grinned, holding his hand out to which she took carefully, their hands lingering for a moment before they pulled away.

Luke turned around, his friends laughing at the slight blush on his cheeks that she didn’t dare to believe was real. She made eye contact with Mrs. Cooper, a knowing smile on her lips that caused y/n to roll her eyes.

It was nothing, just a fleeting moment that happened because she couldn’t keep her thoughts to herself, and that’s all it would be.

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November came quicker than she anticipated. She hadn’t talked to Luke since that day, and if she did, it was brisk, one-word answers that left both of them wanting more.

She’d been studying until 2 in the morning when it happened; she could feel herself grow exhausted quicker than usual, her nose started to run, and her cheeks flushed even if it was only 60 degrees in her room and the fan was on.

It got worse in the morning when she woke up, the pounding headache, the twist in her stomach, every symptom of sickness hitting her like a freight train. She tried to get up, tried to take a shower and get ready for the day, but as soon as she lifted herself off the bed, she fell right back down.

And that was the start of a long week of no school. She completed her homework in bed, binge-watched whatever new show was out, listened to music until she got bored, texted her friends who caught her up on all the random drama she missed, and before she knew it was back at school, sitting through first period with Ms. Wilsher and Ms. McCroix.

“Yeah, I don’t know, it was long, tiring. Probably just a bad flu or something.” She explained off-handedly, focusing on her work they had given out.

“You know, if you’re not ready to be back, you can go home.”

Y/n looked up at Ms. Reed, her social worker, who had stopped in to ask her how she was doing. She shook her head, “I’m going to get anxious if I miss anymore, it was already a struggle to get through today.”

“Well, you know where to find me if you need to talk. Now… how about that boy?”

“What boy?” Ms. McCroix walked over, a smile growing on her face.

Y/n flushed, “No one! There is no boy.”

“Really? Because I went to sub for Cooper the other day, and I overheard a certain someone asking about where you were.”

“As if.”

The three of them gave her a look, one that made her shrink in her seat because she knew she was going to have to talk about it, whether that was now or never.

“Fine, maybe there is, but it’s nothing. They were talking about hockey and I stated my opinion, nothing more, nothing less.”

“Uh huh. Do you like him?”

“No!”

“Do you think he’s cute?”

“Maybe…”

“Do you-”

The bell rang, effectively cutting off Wilsher from asking another question, y/n grinning at the interruption, “See you later.”

“Have fun in trig!” They sang, watching her rush out of the classroom.

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She took a deep breath as she entered her trig classroom. There was no one there yet, no one besides her teacher.

“Hi, Mrs. Cooper.”

“Y/n, welcome back. You feeling okay?”

“Yeah, better than last week, felt like I was constantly getting hit by a bus.” She explained, taking the small stack of papers Mrs. Cooper had given to her.

“Don’t worry about getting caught up right away, alright? You can take the test you missed whenever, just make sure to do it before next Friday.”

“Yeah, thank you.”

She took her seat without a second thought, riffling through the papers as more and more people filed in. The boys sat down first, none of them batting an eye at her as they talked about their game the other night, all of them going on their phones to play a game.

Luke came in with a few seconds to spare, halfway to his desk when the bell rang, and plopped his backpack down as the announcements started.

His eyes fell on the girl in the seat behind him, eyes lightning up once he saw her figure, “Y/n.”

She jumped, slightly startled, looking up at him, “Hi?”

“You’re back!” He exclaimed, sitting down and turning to face her, coughing to lower his voice, “I uh- I mean you’re back. You sick or something?”

“Uh, yeah, the flu.”

“He was really worried about you, you know?” Charlie piped in, leaning over the side of his desk to ruffle Luke’s curls. “Kept asking us if we thought you were okay.”

“I did not, shut up.” Luke huffed, batting Charlie’s hand away and fixing his hair.

“Yeah, I’m gonna have to agree with Luke on this one.” Her voice was soft, tentative, a stark difference from the usually snarky tone she had when she talked to them.

“Why’s that, y/l/n?”

Her eyes narrowed at the use of her last name, casting a sideways glance towards the red-headed boy before letting it settle on Luke again, “Him? Worried? Yeah, sure.”

Luke felt her words low in his stomach, like she was implying that he was incapable of worrying about her. And, to some extent, he couldn’t blame her. The two hadn’t talked before the first day of school this year, hadn’t even made eye contact in the hallway before sitting next to each other.

But somehow, that didn’t matter to him. Something about her captivated him: the way she talked about hockey, the way she smiled at her phone when she was texting her friends, the way she completed her work with speed and precision, the way she offered help to the girl who sat next to her when she asked.

So yeah, he did care that she was out of school for a week without prior knowledge - not like it was his place to know in the first place.

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It was later in the day when she saw him again, waiting for her friend in the stairwell as she came down from her eighth-period class. She hadn’t even noticed, not until Stephanie approached her, wrapping her in a hug because she hadn’t seen her in a week.

“Hi.”

Luke’s head snapped up at the sound of her voice, picking it out from the hundreds of other voices, eyes immediately finding hers, stopping in the middle of the staircase. He stumbled as people bumped into him, almost tumbling into the two girls but missing them by a few inches, “Dude, you good?”

Y/n and Stephanie had already started to make their way down the stairs by the team. Luke answered his friend’s question, both of them talking animatedly about their after-school plans, “I uh- yeah. I’m fine.”

“You sure, bro? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

“It’s nothing.”

And if Luke wasn’t about to combust at that moment, the distant sound of y/n squeaking his name out was enough to do it.

“Luke! No way.”

“He totally does, y/n/n. He could’ve been listening to any other conversation up there, but as soon as he heard your ‘hi’, he stopped in his tracks.”

“It’s just a coincidence.”

“Puh-lease. He’s into you, like head over heels into you.”

“We’ve talked like twice,” Y/n replied, pushing open the doors into the November air that was growing colder by the second.

“Doesn’t matter, his heart eyes are so obvious, it’s actually sickening.”

“Why don’t you date him then if you’re so intune with his eyes?” She teased, heading towards her mom’s car.

“Shut up, I'm not. I’m just making sure he’s good for you, duh.” Stephanie started walking the other direction to find her sister.

“Whatever, later loser.”

“Bye, dweep!”

Y/n climbed into her mom’s car, throwing her backpack in the back seat as she buckled her seatbelt, “Hi.”

“What was that about? Was that about that boy?”

“Mom.”

“What? Isn’t that him?” She pointed to the entrance of the school, where a group of boys were piling out as they hit each other.

“Mom! Put your finger down.”

“He’s cute.”

“That’s what everyone keeps telling me.” She dragged her hands down her face, slumping in her seat to avoid any stares.

“He’s looking at you!”

“He is not, would everyone stop with that?”

But curiosity got the better of her, and she sat up slightly, peering through her fingers to see Luke, their gazes meeting for the third time that day.

“Drive, please.”

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The following week, everything seemed to slow. Luke talked to her more, his fleeting glances behind him, turning in his seat to “face his friend” when in reality all he wanted to do was talk to the girl who seemed to know hockey like the back of her hand.

Maybe he was growing feelings for her, maybe he liked it whenever she would try to hide her laugh whenever he or one of his friends said something ridiculously stupid, so what if he did? It’s not like anything was going to happen; she barely paid attention to him, acted as if he were just another one of the annoying guys who didn’t care about his academics.

But he was determined to change that.

He walked into second period with a plan formulating in his head, nodding to his friends as he took his seat, already taking his pencil case out. He glanced behind him a few times, failing at covering it up, unable to keep the smile off his face as he saw her focused on their homework that was due by the end of class.

“Y/n.”

He watched as her head popped up, eyebrows furrowing as she stared at him, “Luke.”

“What’d you get for number 10?”

“Uhhhh, 43.”

He nodded, turning back to his work, waving his friends off when they made snide comments in his direction. He scribbled down work that he wasn’t sure was correct, but made sense in his head, which at least counted for something.

His pencil tapped restlessly as Mrs. Cooper started teaching, something about the law of sines, spacing out with every word said.

It wasn’t until halfway through class that he started focusing again, noticing the stack of two papers that were placed in front of him, sheepishly turning around to hand one to the girl behind him, who was already giving him a tired expression, “Sorry.”

Y/n didn’t say anything, just nodded and grabbed the paper, knocking her pencil off in the process. She sighed inwardly, eyes darting to the writing utensil on the ground, trying not to direct Luke’s attention to it.

Her cheeks flushed as her foot reached for it, accidentally hitting his foot just as she was about to kick it closer. She buried her head in her hands, avoiding his gaze, unbeknownst to the wide grin on his face. She felt a tap on her desk, peeking through her hands to see him holding out her pencil, “Here, gorgeous.”

His voice was soft, low enough that only she could hear his exact words. She was sure she couldn’t get any redder.

She took the pencil from him, their hands brushing as she did so. It was innocent, nothing more than a guy being nice to her, but still, she had butterflies erupt in her stomach, a shy smile on her face as she thanked him, watching as he turned back to the board.

It was only a few minutes later when Luke spoke again. Mrs. Cooper had walked out of the room to talk with another student, leaving the class to their own devices, in some cases literally. He turned just slightly, facing Charlie and Brandon and a few other guys that he was teammates with, “So game tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, bro. Let’s hope we don’t get our asses whooped like last time.”

Luke shot him a look, as if he was trying to hide how badly they had been crushed in the previous game from y/n. She didn’t even bat an eye at the conversation, her face back to its normal color, pulling out her phone to check something or to do anything but her work.

He sighed, “Y/n.”

“What?’ This time, she didn’t even look at him, keeping her stare on her phone. She wasn’t sure where Luke’s sudden insistence to talk to her came from, and she wasn’t sure how she should feel about it. Giddy? Put off? Annoyed?

“You should come to the game tonight.” His voice was smooth, cool, and collected, like whatever her answer was going to be, he’d be indifferent about it, but the way his eyes moved around her face, searching for any hint as to what she was about to say, betrayed his attempt to hide his nerves.

“Yeah sure.” She snickered, finally tearing her gaze from her phone. “Let me get right on that, Hughesy.”

He frowned, his hand stilling from where he was spinning his phone around, “Why not?”

Charlie shot him a look, but once he caught whiff of his friend’s intention, he played along, “No, really, y/n. You should come. It’ll be fun.”

“Okay, 1. Since when do you talk to me, Charles?” Charlie blinked, caught off guard by her sudden tone change, “And 2. Need I ask again, why do you want me to come to this hockey game of yours? I have a million other things to do tonight.”

Luke shrugged again, “Just think about it.”

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She ended up skipping third period, who needed to go to chemistry anyway?

She wasn’t sure what she should do, go to the game or not? Think something of Luke being worried about her and her absence, or don’t? Keep thinking about the way Luke called her gorgeous, like he was sure of it, or block it out of her mind forever?

Wilsher and McCroix were hanging around in their classroom when she entered, the room void of students, and Ms. Reed sat in the back. She spent more time in here than in her office, which only concerned y/n the tiniest amount.

“I need your guys’ help.”

The first thing the two teachers noticed was the soft blush to her cheeks, the way she seemed out of breath even though her trig classroom was a few doors down. The first thing Ms. Reed noticed was the smile that tugged on her lips, acting like she wasn’t in a full-on mental crisis.

“What happened?”

“Luke. Happened.” She breathed, sitting in one of the chairs, the other three gathering around the front of the table.

“Spill.”

She stared at them for a second, trying to gather her thoughts, “Why does it feel like I’m at a press conference right now and I just had a great game?”

“Y/n.”

“Right, right, sorry.” Her cheeks heated, overcome with embarrassment, she reached for her water bottle to have something to fidget with. “We brushed hands.”

“Stop, you did not.”

“That’s lame, this isn’t middle school or a high school romance something, give us something good.” Wilsher interrupted, looking at her expectantly.

“He wants me to go to his game tonight? And he might’ve, sort’ve, maybe called me gorgeous.”

She shrank in her seat as the three adults gasped and squealed, “Can we not make this a big deal?”

“Oh no, we are absolutely making this a big deal, what do you mean?”

“You have to go to the game, right? Please tell me you’re going.”

“I don’t know, it’s a Thursday, I got homework-”

“We all know that’s bull. You have no homework, I didn’t give you homework, you always finish your trig homework, you have a test in two of your other classes, and in the other classes, you never get homework.” Wilsher gave her a blank stare, almost daring her to say no to the invitation.

“Guys-”

“You’re going.”

“I’ll think about it.”

“Can we move on from the game? Let’s talk about how he called her gorgeous.” Reed sighed, conveying how much his words meant more than the game.

Y/n flushed again, her cheeks in a permanent state of red.

“She’s blushing.”

“You like him.” McCroix teased, patting her shoulder.

“So what, maybe I do!”

“Knew it.” “Called it.”

Y/n just rolled her eyes, picking her bag up, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Go to the game!”

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She ended up going to the game. Chloe and Stephanie went with her, well, more like they dragged her out of the house into the back of Stephanie’s sister’s car.

What was even the point of going to this game? She’d make sure they would sit far enough back, out of sight from Luke and the rest of his team, so no one would know she was there. She’d follow the puck lazily, not really caring who scored or who won, but deep down, she knew she’d want to see Luke hit it into the net, celebrating with his teammates. She’d spend time outs and intermissions on her phone, acting like it was a chore even to be there at all.

Chloe and Stephanie looped their arms through hers, the three of them making their way into the arena. She shivered slightly at the temperature change, pulling her sleeves down to cover her hands as they walked to their seats, y/n narrowing her eyes when she saw where they were leading her.

“We’re not sitting behind the bench.”

“Y/n-”

“No, I’m not. Be lucky I agreed to come anyway.”

“She’s got a point.”

Chloe just huffed, allowing the two to redirect their path, heading towards seats that were higher up and out of the line of sight of anyone sitting on the bench.

As much as she tried not to, the whole game her eyes were focused on him; wherever he went on the ice, wherever he sat on the bench, wherever he came out after intermission, that’s where her eyes would be. She didn’t admit it, not even to herself, but her friends knew, smirking every time she would lean forward when he got close to scoring.

“You know, you make it too obvious,” Stephanie murmured, wrapping her arm around y/n’s shoulder, walking out of the arena a little after the game ended.

“Make what too obvious?”

“You like him. Please stop trying to convince us, and yourself, that you don’t.”

Y/n only sighed, fidgeting with her fingers, “A little.”

“A little?” Chloe scoffed.

“This is a conversation I need to have when I have some food in me. Can we please stop to get food?” She begged, slightly pouting.

“Fine. But you’re not getting out of this conversation this time.”

They waited a while before Stephanie's sister arrived, and right when they were about to climb into the car, she heard a voice behind her, one that she only heard within the walls of her Trig classroom, “Is that y/l/n?”

Her eyes widened, Stephanie and Chloe grinned and turned to face the voice, but not before they were pulled into the car, y/n already pressuring Sam to drive.

“You guys are never going to let me live this down, are you?”

“Nope.” “Not one bit.”

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She woke up groggy that morning, moving through her morning routine with the speed of a sloth, slinging her backpack over her shoulder, bleary-eyed, walking through the hallways. It was moments like these where she was thankful to have such a chill first period, a place where she could relax, and her teachers wouldn’t yell at her if she fell asleep 5 minutes in.

Wilsher looked at her with an amused look, handing her a water bottle from the small fridge she had in the corner of the room, “Have fun last night?”

“I’m never letting you talk me into going to a game on a school night. That was brutal.” She plopped down in her seat, the condensation from the water bottle already seeping into the wood of her desk.

“Did you see him?” McCroix walked in next, that stupid grin she got whenever something interesting was about to happen in one of her students' lives.

“Yes.”

“Did you talk to him?” She looked up as Ms. Reed passed through the door like she’d been waiting for her moment to enter.

“No. Who do you guys think I am? It took me weeks to even tell you guys my favorite food is pizza.”

“Besides the point. You’re never going to date him if you just stare at him longingly.”

“I do not stare at him longingly!”

“I walked in there one time to hand Cooper some papers, and you were drilling holes in the back of his head with your eyes.”

“I was spacing out,” she defended weakly, chin resting in her hand.

“Mhm, whatever you want to tell yourself. Now… we talked to Cooper, and we came up with an idea so Luke can find out you were there.”

“You guys are way too invested in this.”

The three of them stared at her, blankly, blinking slowly before laughing, “Of course we are.”

“Get a life.” She grumbled but couldn’t hide the smile that was growing on her face.

They continued to talk for the rest of the period, about the plan and about whatever homework they had last night, barely noticing the time passing after the bell rang.

“Shit-”

“Shoot!”

“Right, shoot. I gotta go, bell’s about to ring in a minute and I am not going to be late.”

“To see Luke!” They all teased, before looking back at their computers when y/n gave them a look.

She gathered her things, heading out the door and down the hallway towards Mrs. Cooper’s room, stepping inside seconds before the bell sounded. She maneuvered her way through the desks, walking down the aisle to her own, passing by Luke before sitting.

“Oh- I was worried about you.” She furrowed her eyebrows at his statement, cocking her head more or less to herself as she pulled out her notebook.

“Why…?”

“I don’t know, you were going to be late. You’re always like the first person here.”

Charlie leaned over, tugging at her sleeve, “Yeah, he was really worried. You know, so worried that I think he likes you.”

Y/n paused midway through grabbing a pencil from her bag, peering up through her lashes to see Luke’s already red face, turning to face his phone in front of him. A light pink dusted her cheeks too, continuing her actions like the thought of her crush liking her wasn’t admitted out loud by his closest friend.

“Do you ever shut up?” Brandon called, eyes looking between the three of them, but no less amused than his two friends.

Charlie shrugged, already moving onto a new task, no doubt texting someone as his thumbs moved across the keyboard on his phone.

It was silent for a few seconds, everyone around them doing their work and chatting with their friends, but the back left corner of the classroom, sprinkling into the center, was quiet, unusually quiet. Y/n fiddled with her pencil, eventually reaching for her own phone to type a message, the three-person group chat with her, Chloe, and Stephanie, somewhat messy, filled with typos and grammatical errors the other two weren’t used to seeing.

“We ned ti alk assap at lunch!”

She could feel her phone vibrating in her pocket, but she paid no mind to it, eyes completely focused on the task at hand - do not do anything embarrassing.

“Y/n, come here.”

She got up, walking carefully through the backpack-littered aisle, trying not to stumble as she stepped over them. Luke watched her from behind, worry in his eyes like he was about to watch her get in trouble or be talked down to because of a test score, but all he could hear was her bright laugh, one that made his stomach flutter like a schoolgirl's giggle.

As she was walking back to her seat, she heard Mrs. Cooper’s voice, not loud but not trying to be quiet either, “How was the game last night?”

She only froze for a beat before continuing, calling out over her shoulder, “It was good. They won 5-2.”

She could hear three phones clatter as the numbers fell from her lips, looking back at the group of boys. Luke, Charlie, and Brandon stared at her, the few other guys in their friend group exchanging looks with each other, slowing their hands as they worked.

“See any cute boys?”

“Are we really talking about this in front of people?” Y/n flushed, more so than when Charlie’s stupid “You know, so worried I think he likes you” repeated through her head.

Mrs. Cooper just smirked as she went back to grading.

She only got halfway through a problem when she heard a cough, looking up to see Luke staring at her. “Hi?”

“So, you went to the game last night?”

She nodded, acting as if it was a casual thing to go to a random hockey game in the middle of the week, “Yep. My friends and I were bored, had nothing else to do.”

“Oh. So, did you see any cute guys?”

Y/n raised her eyebrow, “Maybe. What’s it to you, Hughes?”

He held his hands up in surrender, but jealousy swam in his eyes, “Nothing, nothing. Go back to your trig. I’ll stop bothering you.”

She smiled once he faced away from her, knowing that the stupid plan of her friends and teachers did work.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She did not want to be wearing this, okay, maybe that’s a stretch. When the idea of dressing cute today was brought up on the table, she was reluctant; she’d rather throw on a pair of sweats and her favorite hockey hoodie and go to school like she didn’t care what people thought about her. But then she put it on, and she felt cute.

Her jeans sat comfortably on her legs, the gray crewneck with “Canucks” written in blue lettering across her chest sat atop a white undershirt that peaked out along the color, and her hair tied up in a half-up half-down hairstyle with a blue ribbon Chloe had given her however long ago.

She knew this was a stupid, even useless, plan, but she went along with it. She couldn’t really be mad at how it turned out; she’d always favored being comfortable over cute when she went to school, maybe this was a nice change.

She walked the hallways of the school, her black Converse hitting the ground with each step as she made her way to Wilsher’s classroom, where they were already sitting, Chloe and Stephanie too.

She blushed heavily when she came in, eyes widening when they saw her outfit, “Look at you.”

“Okay, okay. You’re the ones who wanted this.”

“Do a spin! Do a spin!”

She did as she was told, dropping her bag so she could turn around. Chloe stood up, walking over to inspect her hair. “Is that the ribbon I gave you like two months ago?”

“Yeah, not my fault you never asked for it back.”

The other girl shrugged, twisting the fabric in her hand before letting go, taking a step back to look at her again. “He’s going to go insane when he sees you in this.”

“Shut up.”

“I’m serious!”

“Fine… I guess I look cute.”

“You guess? Girl, I’ve never seen you look hotter.”

“You guys are so annoying.”

First period flew by faster than she wanted it to, constantly fiddling with her crew neck as the nerves consumed her. She lingered in the classroom for a few minutes, waiting until the time between class starting and her arrival would be as short as possible.

She kept her head down as she entered the room, her eyes trained on her hands as she adjusted her rings before sitting down, unaware of Luke’s (and his friends’) gazes on her.

Charlie poked her side once she settled, hand extended over the side of his desk, “Y/l/n.”

“Yes?”

“You get dressed up for something special?”

She shook her head, not looking up from where she was tracing random shapes on the wood. They could see the small tint of pink littering her cheeks, causing them to urge Luke into saying something, anything. They were tired of him whining like a puppy every time y/n wouldn’t talk to him in class.

Luke didn’t know what to do. She looked beautiful, not that he didn’t think he was beautiful before this moment, but the way she seemed to have a softness about her today, like she knew she looked gorgeous but didn’t want to admit it.

He couldn’t deny that it flustered him; everything about her made him freeze up. She could brush her hair behind her ear, complete a problem in 30 seconds, or walk down the hallway, and he’d be in awe. He wasn’t sure if that should embarrass him or not, but at this point, he’d wear that like a badge of honor.

“Y/n/n.”

That caused her to raise her head, eyes widening at the nickname. Since when did he address me by a nickname?

She cleared her throat, nodding, “Yes?”

“You busy this weekend?”

“Uh, I don’t know-” she stuttered, eyes blinking fast as he watched her every movement, studying her as if he would have a quiz on her next period.

“We should hang out.”

Brandon coughed from next to him, giving him a look. There was no way this was how he was going to ask her out, not if he had a say in it.

“Right. Do you want to go on a date?”

If y/n was holding anything in her hands, the whole school could hear it clatter against the surface beneath her. She wasn’t sure what to say, if she should say anything, or nod her head. Luke saw the panic flash in her eyes, “We don’t have to if you don’t want to! I just thought-”

“No! I um- I would like that.” The two smiled at each other, stilling.

“About time.” Charlie rolled his eyes, typing away on his phone.

Luke hit him in the arm, y/n giggled softly, causing him to smile once again.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

It was too cold to be standing out on the porch waiting for Luke to show up, but it beat having to sit with her parents awkwardly in the living room while they asked her questions about him. So here she was, in almost 50-degree weather, a light frost covering the ground as the leaves fell.

She hugged herself tightly, her jacket only providing her with a small amount of warmth. A similar pair of jeans adorned her legs, paired with a black long-sleeved shirt that did little to shield her from the growing cold weather.

She barely registered Luke’s car pulling into the driveway, too focused on shifting her weight from foot to foot, preventing herself from going frigid. It wasn’t until the door closed that she looked up, noticing his figure standing outside, a beanie on his head hiding his curls.

“Hi.”

“Hey.”

They stood there for a few minutes, neither of them moving, just watching the other’s movements, studying their faces.

She snapped out of the trance first, walking down the few steps that led to her front door to where he stood, unable to keep the smile off her face, “Hi.”

“Hey.” He repeated, chuckling softly. “You ready to go?”

She nodded, allowing him to lead her to the other side of the car, opening the passenger-side door for her. He climbed in seconds later, turning the heat on full blast to calm y/n’s shakiness, pulling out of her driveway to head to wherever they were going.

“You going to tell me where we’re going?”

He shook his head, grinning, “Nope. Top secret.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Not enough to deter you from going on a date with me.”

“Touché.” She huffed, crossing her arms.

“How long were you standing outside for?” He stopped at the stoplight, eyes flicking over to her form, frowning when he noticed her hands still shaking.

“Uh, like ten minutes maybe? It beat waiting inside with my parents.”

He reached for her hand like it was second nature, as if they’d done it a million times before this moment, letting the warmth of his hand encompass the coldness of hers. He heard her sigh gratefully, continuing to drive as if nothing had just happened.

It was silent the rest of the way, y/n completely oblivious as to where they were going but paid no mind to it, watching as the trees passed, the lights changed from red to green or green to yellow, and the traffic decreased and increased.

“One question.”

“Shoot.”

“Does this involve physical labor because I’m not dressed enough for that, and I will not look cute once we’re done?”

“You might have to climb some stairs, but that’s it. And I beg to differ, I’m sure you’d look cute no matter what, gorgeous.”

She smiled as she rolled her eyes, going back to her window-watching and listening to the music that played softly in the car. She didn’t notice the fond expression he had, barely noticed the way his hand tightened around hers because he was scared that this, she, wasn’t real.

It didn’t take long for her to realize where they were once the building came into view, the lettering across it, and the red and white clothing the thousands of people standing outside in line were wearing. Her eyes widened, looking over at him, “Really?”

“Figured you’d like it,” Luke smirked, all too cocky, but neither of them cared.

“I wish you had told me! I would’ve worn my jersey.”

“Yeah, but then that would’ve given it away.”

The two walked hand in hand into Little Caesars Arena, y/n practically vibrating with excitement.

“You’re excited about this, huh?”

“Shut up, let me enjoy my hockey.”

He held his hands up in surrender, leading them towards the line, y/n curling into him as they waited in the cold.

It was the perfect first date. Nothing would ever compare.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

It happened later that night, they were out at a small dinner after the game, sitting next to each other in a booth like a cliché high school movie. She didn’t mind; her head rested comfortably on his shoulder, and his hand was on her thigh. They’d finished their food ages ago, paid ages ago, but none of them had the energy to move even if they wanted to.

“Y/n/n?”

“Hmm?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Mhm.”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“I’m sleepy.” She murmured in response, curling into him more.

He laughed softly, resting his chin on her head, “Does that change your answer then?”

“Nope. I’d still say yes, but if I weren’t tired, I’d be a mess right now.”

“You still are one.”

“Say it again, and I'll take back my answer.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

She looked up at him, sleep evident in her eyes, but neither of them let it stop their lips from touching, Luke’s arm slipping around her waist to bring her closer.

⎯⎯⎯ ౨ৎ ⎯⎯⎯

She wasn’t sure when this tradition was established, all of them meeting in the morning in Wilsher’s room, her, Chloe, and Stephanie. And that wasn’t changing, not even when Luke’s hand was in hers as they walked down the hallway.

“Okay, so they might be a little overbearing-”

“I’ll be fine, I’m extremely charming.”

Y/n gave him a look, “Mhm.”

“I am too!” He gasped, offended, “That’s how I won you over.”

“I’m still regretting that decision.”

“No, you’re not.”

She grinned, looking up at him, “Fine, I’m not.”

He kissed her temple, the two of them coming to a stop right outside Wilsher’s classroom. She went in first, noticing how her two best friends were already sitting at a table, on their phones, and how her two teachers and her social worker were talking about something, most likely another student in their class.

“Hey.”

She watched as they did a double-take, looking at her and then noticing the figure behind her, the one who stood a few inches taller than she did.

“Okay, let’s not-”

“So this is the boy we’ve been hearing about.”

“Guys, seriously-”

“We’ve heard everything about you, Luke. Smart boy, mostly A’s.”

Y/n buried her head in Luke’s chest like she’d been doing it for years before this moment, like it was second nature. He laughed softly, his hands threading through her hair, keeping her head close to him. The five others smiled at them, exchanging looks.

“Treat her right.”

“Wasn’t planning on treating her wrong.” He admitted, looking down at her with a certain fondness.

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lacy-oh-lacy · 4 months ago

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If requests are open: Shy softy GN!R having a surprisingly good and easy time asking out and dating their crush Jennifer Check.

ᥫ᭡. 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌 𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒊𝒆

-You'd think someone like Jennifer would prey on someone like you, sink her teeth into your weaker personality and leave you in tatters, but she's actually so casual with you.

-She appreciates your more thoughtful personality unlike all the douchebags in your god-forsaken town and she doesn't want to scare you off, especially since she knows she’s losing her grip on Needy.

-It could almost be seen as self-growth, but Jennifer knows better. She knows that there's just something about you that has her on her best behaviour.

-Whatever preconceived notions you had about her, you soon realize that when Jennifer Check likes you she's easy to get along with, she's charming, playful, outgoing enough for the both of you…

-Before long you have inside jokes with her and find she's been steadily coaxing you out of your shell.

-You're basically already together, she drags you on so many outings that may as well be called dates, and then on sleepovers where you spend the night in her bed.

-It’s just a matter of building up the courage to say the quiet part out loud.

-Little do you know, Jennifer agonizes over that very thing, much to her frustration since she knows that she should be brave enough to confess. She's hot stuff!

-Her jaw actually drops when you beat her to the punch.

-You know the risk you’re taking, that you could crash and burn horribly and then she'd never wanna talk to you again, but you trust Jennifer, she makes you feel safe… Almost invincible.

-And Jennifer, well she knows how shy you are, how sensitive, so seeing you overcome that for her… she's never been so flattered.

-She feels the rush of power and pride she always gets when she knows someone's into her but she also feels heat rise to her cheeks. She smirks coyly, face hot, “You must really like me, huh?”

-You really, really do.

-Jennifer can easily date someone and still be an asshole to them, but when she's falling in love she's almost a simp.

-She's just giddy to be with you, cheesy and romantic like no one’s ever seen her.

-She's a very clingy girlfriend too, lots of PDA, lots of texts, and if she has to go even a day without seeing you she gets so pouty.

-And she's great to have around, Jennifer balances out your weaknesses so well, bringing more excitement into your life, standing up for you, soothing you when you're flustered and so on.

-Amazingly she rarely hurts your feelings, not that she'd do that intentionally but her jokes can often edge into taunts and if you didn't have a good humor about them they could sting. Luckily you appreciate your girlfriend for the comedic legend she is.

-When she does upset you her first instinct is to get defensive but she always comes around with apology gifts and words of affirmation to soothe over the hurtful ones.

-When someone else upsets you… well, they're only gonna make that mistake once. Jennifer can be cruel and vindictive for the pettiest of reasons, for you? She'll go full scorched earth on their asses.

-She loves how sweet you are but she still rolls her eyes when she thinks you're being too nice, and she lives for the rare occasions when you talk shit about someone, she tells you you've never been hotter.

-Which is debatable, you're always smoking hot in her opinion. It kind of makes her glad you're so shy, otherwise she knows you’d attract more of the wrong kind of attention.

-And yeah, that’s partially toxic possessiveness, but it's also protectiveness. She's received plenty of that attention and she knows how debasing and dehumanizing it can be, she wants to keep you safe from that.

-The same way you saved her from it by not treating her like a piece of meat. By making her believe that someone could love Jennifer, not just her body.

-All in all you're both lucky to have each other and can only bring out the best in one another.

#jennifer's body #jennifer check #jennifer check x reader #jennifer check imagine #slashers x reader

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lilghostiequinni · 6 months ago

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Was Never Just You

Main Masterlist Lando Masterlist

Pairing: Single Mom!Girlfriend!female reader x Lando Norris

Warnings: Fluffy,

Summary: Somethings just start in a crisis, but it's not always a bad thing.

Requested: NO / yes

When you met Lando it was by complete accident.

The day started out normal and then later turned into a disaster.

Your sons, well, they wandered off.

It was the first winter vacation for the ski lodge you normally go to that they could come with, the boys were 3, having turned three the day you left for the trip.

But your mom didn't ski or snowboard and volunteered to watch them while you, your siblings, siblings-in-law, and your father had hit the slopes.

You snowboarding and racing two of your three older brothers, both also snowboarding, down one of their bigger slopes, you won, of course, maybe using some blackmail tactics, maybe.

When you got to the bottom of the slope after the fourth or fifth time, you went to see your boys and also got a warm drink.

You found your mother and your eldest brother's wife, who ended up staying behind because she wasn't feeling good, searching around the lobby; when your mom saw you, you could see the panic and fear in her eyes.

When you asked what was wrong, she told you that they and the boys were playing hide-and-seek, but they couldn't find the boys, and they had searched the whole inside of the resort.

When she told you how long she had been looking for your two sons, over an hour and a half.

You shred your winter gear faster than ever, leaving everything in the lobby, running around the hotel in just your socks, and having no shoes or slippers in the lobby to wear from leaving your boots there.

You ran through every floor calling your sons' names, "Theodore. Sebastian." You would knock on doors, holding up a photo of your two trouble twins if someone answered the door, asking if they had seen them.

You went from floor to floor and back down again.

On you, probably the third pass on the third floor, you ran into someone, expecting to feel the floor but instead feel the body of the person you ran into.

"I'm so so sorry." You apologize as you stand up, before trying to help the person you knocked over.

"It's okay," The man says as you help him stand and he takes off his hat and goggles.

"No, it's not, I'm sorry. I'm just looking for my twins, Theo and Seb. They were playing hide-in-seek with my mom and they... Well, they hid a little too good, and they have been missing for a couple hours." You explain, worrying even more when you realize the time.

"Maybe I can help. Let me change, and we will look together. Two sets of eyes are better than one, I can even get my girlfriend, she's just in this room." The man told you.

"You want to help me?" You were so distraught that you couldn't fathom that someone other than your family would help.

"Yeah, it's just kids. And I'm sure that my girlfriend will say the same. Just breathe and give me like ten minutes." He says, then goes into his room, and you start to take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your overactive mind.

Before the ten minutes are even up, you hear the door open and look up, it's a blonde woman who comes out and gives you a hoodie.

"This is one of our friends, I'm Pietra, and this is Max." She says as Max comes out of the room.

"Everyone just calls me Cookie. My boys, they're only 3." You say as you show the two a photo of them from your phone, tears in your eyes.

Max's eyes widen a little. "I think I know where your boys are."

"Really." You ask, your eyes widening.

"Yeah, I think they're downstairs with my friend, in the restaurant," Max tells you as Pietra grabs hold of your hand as MAx leads the two of you downstairs.

When you do get back downstairs and into the restaurant, you look around and then see Max pointing in a direction that you follow with your eyes and you see your boys.

"Theo! Seb!" You cry out and run toward them.

Your boys whip their heads around and yell out, "Mommy!" getting up and then running to you, not making it far from the table, though.

The friend of Max's following behind, just in case.

You fell to the ground to hug your twins, tears in your eyes as you hugged them.

"Where did you go?" You asked them.

"We was play seek with Gramam and Celi."

"Then we was hungry an fogot."

"Den Lanwo saws us and we gots food."

You knew their explanation was too little to be something for them to be missing just shy of three hours.

You must have looked in the restaurant three times.

But you just smiled at them and hugged them again, before standing up.

"Hi, thank you for looking after my sons." You say to the man who had also been at the table with them.

"It's no problem. I saw them on my way to my room from outside, and I figured that their mom would be with them soon. When I came back down for some food, I saw them close to the door looking out the window. One was trying to open the door, and I stopped them from going outside and offered food until you got here." He explained himself.

"Thank you again...."

"Lando. Norris. Lando Norris." He said as he offered his hand.

"Nice to meet you, Lando, everyone calls me Cookie." You said taking his hand.

That's how it started.

One singular mishap that had led to the best years of your life.

The fans were skeptical at best at first, but when they seen the smile that your sons brought to Lando's face, that you brought to him.

How you helped lift the weight off his shoulders.

At the end of the 2025 season, you basically jumped over the barrier to get to Lando after he won the championship.

He picked you up and spun you around.

He had to leave to go to the podium and do other after-race debriefs and media duties.

During December, not long after the end of the season, you and Lando both post a post on Instagram with two photos, one an engagement photo, the other a pregnancy annoucement.

Just like the year before with Max, there were retirement rumors the year before.

But when Lando came back in 2026, the rumors died out.

Life continued on, and the season was one of the best for him, only after his first wins.

A/N: First in the 100 Follower Cele Driver poll, I feel like I wanna redo this and make it longer but at the same time, most of my celebrations are usually just drabbles. But let me know if you'd want a longer fic using this idea

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mariamakeslemons · 3 months ago

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Accidental "Pussy" Pics

Recently, you've gotten a kitten and the number of pictures of them on your phone is a little embarrassing. But you can't help it, your kitten is the cutest little girl in the world. Big eyes blinking up at you, a meow that's still a little squeaky from figuring out how to meow. Just adorable. However, it does get a little more embarrassing when you send a picture to a number you thought was your friend's new number. Instead, you mixed it up with your boyfriend's burner number. Your boyfriend, who's in a base with spotty at best upload speed.

( I tried to make it pretty gender neutral, but I also know pussy is a feminine term, so I beg you to bare with me.)

John nearly drops his phone when he checks the message you just sent him.

Look at this cute pussy! You had to be kidding him. He gave you this number in case of emergencies and instead you're sexting him? While he's not opposed to sexting with you, he'd prefer it more on his personal phone. Only... Something about the message is off from your usual sexts, despite the message being followed by a picture. Your usual opener. Suddenly, the picture loads, albeit slowly and more than a little overly pixelated, and John laughs. A little black and white kitten is obviously crawling up your chest, light blue eyes staring into the camera. That explains it, he chuckles as a flustered text follows with apologies. A mix up of numbers, since one of your friends recently changed theirs. John texts back a chiding message before agreeing. Yes, that is quite a cute pussy.

Gaz chokes when he sees what you've sent.

A little pussy giving a big stretch is not something he expected his emergency phone to get from you. Firstly, even at your horniest, you'd never call your entrance a pussy. And second, you're uncomfortable with any mention of stretching when you aren't about to have sex with Gaz. This is wild. Is something wrong and someone told you to send him a message to "reassure" him? Are you panicking and you sent this to make him come home? But he can't get home, he's out on a mission. He wouldn't even make it home in a day even if he did drop everything. But... Giving a big stretch? What does that mean? The picture finally loads and the noise Gaz makes is indescribable as he feels relief and amusement. A little black cat is, indeed, stretching. Her little face scrunching in a manner that makes Gaz want to coo, although the sudden text that's just a rambling apology, tells him everything. You forgot your friend's number and mixed it up with his burner. He huffs a laugh, already planning on bringing the sweet little pussy a treat and you a fun punishment.

Soap freezes at your text, stuck between confusion and arousal.

This pussy wants to play. Oh? Does it? Does his pretty treasure want to play? Then why are you texting his burner phone? It's for emergencies. Are you so aroused that you deem it an emergency? Because, honestly, Soap certainly knows that feeling, but you've never shown any indication of feeling the same way. Maybe it's just never been as prominent. But then, the picture loads and Soap cackles. A little orange kitten is batting at a string, green eyes focused on said string without paying attention to the edge of the couch that they're about to fall off of. Cackling, Soap sends at text back asking if the kitten fell off the couch. You send two texts immediately after. The first, an apology for texting his emergency phone. Then second, yes.

Ghost blinks slowly, looking down at his phone, almost amused.

What a silly pussy I have, you sent him. He can tell, having checked his personal phone a bit before, that you accidentally sent him this text. Although, he's curious about the picture that's taking it's sweet time loading. Would he find the kitten you picked up napping on your lap in a weird way? Is it going to be staring at the mirror, trying to intimidate her reflection? Would she be on her back, obviously confused as to how she ended up there? However, he wasn't expecting what finally loaded. The little calico is barely visible from where she's under one of his personal balaclavas, sweet little brown eyes and a tiny pink nose peeking through the opening. Ghost huffs and shakes his head, sending a text to calm you down and wave off any apology you would send. Honestly, he kind of needed that little pick me up.

Nikolai grins as he looks at his burner phone. It's been a few days since you accidentally sent him a text on it.

What's better than one pussy? you had sent, confusing Nikolai initially. After all you had always shied away from any form of threesome. But then the picture had loaded and Nikolai was stuck between laughing and his heart being too big for his chest. You had managed to get a picture of yourself with the two kittens you had adopted. The white kitten is tilting her little head, as if trying to hear despite her deafness. The tortoiseshell's mouth is open in either a meow or a yawn, and he's not sure which one is cuter. He's already made a note to text this image to her personal phone once he's done with this burner phone. Can't lose such an adorable picture.

#my work #kyle gaz garrick x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #nikolai x reader

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becauseicantthinkwritings · 3 months ago

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Till Death Do Us Part (I)

Part 13 of my Accidentally on Purpose Series!

Warnings: Angst, anxiety, family issues, smut, oral (f), bruises and pain.

Billy wakes before you, with a feeling in his chest that something is terribly wrong.

He sits up, the sheets pooling at his hips, remnants of his bad dreams chasing him into awareness.

His body aches as he turns to find you, his eyes tracing the lumpy silhouette of your body under the sheets, finding you in the dim light.

You're breathing, he lets out a sigh of relief, reaching out to smooth a hand through your hair, listening to your little hum of appreciation, responding to his touch, even when you're still asleep.

His chest squeezes. It's a good feeling, a reminder that you're here and you're with him. He lets out a slow breath, falling softly into the space beside you, reaching out to link your fingers with his.

It's love, that warm feeling in his chest. He smiles to himself, feels the emotion bubble inside of him. He thinks that he would trade everything he has in this world to lie beside you like this forever.

He feels the darkness fill his head when he remembers what losing you felt like. When Billy had found out you'd been taken last night- he'd become something so sinister.

The memory intrudes itself into his head, the reminder of what he'd done to the man that had hit you. It hadn't been enough, and yet maybe it had been too much.

A little snore catches his attention, distracting him from his dark thoughts. He grins as he hears you murmur something unintelligible in your sleep.

When you stir, he closes his eyes and pretends to be asleep, feels the bed shift as you crawl closer to him, sighing happily as you tuck your head into his chest. He wraps his arms around you, and doesn't remember falling asleep.

He's a little disoriented, when the sound of his phone vibrating wakes him.

He peeks one eye open, raising his head, carefully reaching over your sleeping form, curled against him to pick up the noisy device, seeing that it's the front desk calling.

“Russo.” He says, his voice sounding raspier than he wants it to be, the woman's reply on the other side is shaky.

“Good morning Mister Russo, my apologies for the call, there are two women here demanding to see Mrs. Russo. They say they're her family.”

He's fully awake in an instant.

He turns to look at you, wants to wake you in his panic, but hesitates when he sees how peaceful you look.

“Send them up.” Billy answers, ending the call, and carefully extracting himself from your body.

He's not a man that usually panics, but he does take a few moments to do so while he grabs a shirt from his closet. This was your family, that probably hated him, and Billy wasn't someone particularly good with families.

He stops, turns to look at you while you sleep, sucks in a deep breath to remind himself that this is worth it, for you. He's not going to hide or avoid this situation no matter how uncomfortable or tense it gets.

He barely has time to do a quick brush of his teeth, before there's a knock at the door.

He straightens his shoulders, allows his confident disposition to settle into place before approaching the door.

He opens the door, wonders if he should attempt a polite smile, but doesn't really feel like it.

There's a tension in the air, between the two women in front of him, he can see little resemblances between the three of you that make you blood.

“Morning,” he greets amicably, opening the door wider, a silent invitation.

The younger of the pair, who Billy automatically assumes is your sister, steps forward.

“Hey, Billy right?” She says with an apologetic smile, “I'm Emma.”

He inclines his head.

“Nice to meet you both, please, come in.”

They accept his invitation easily, closing the door as they step in.

“She's still asleep right now,” he says to their unasked question, “Would you like some tea, or coffee?”

Emma studies him for a moment.

“We want to see her.”

He blinks, nods in understanding.

“I would prefer not to wake her. She's been through so much.”

It's the wrong thing to say.

“Do you have any idea what I've been through in the last eight hours?!” Your mother outbursts.

“For starters, she gets married to a random stranger and I never meet him. You could literally be brainwashing her without anyone even batting an eye!”

Billy swallows, watching your mother come towards him with a finger raised. He glances at Emma for help and all she offers is a smile of apology, a silent signal to let the anger run its course.

“-we barely see each other, she barely talks to me and then I hear she gets kidnapped!-”

“-You're going viral by the way.” Emma supplies unhelpfully.

“-my own daughter and all I hear is that she's been rescued, with no idea of the state she's in- and now you refuse to let me see her?”

He sucks in a deep breath.

“I'm not refusing, I just want her to get some rest.”

Finally, Emma decides to take pity on him.

“Mom, it's okay, we can wait a little. He's not saying no.”

It makes your mother clench her jaw shut, her mouth in a thin line as she studies Billy, who feels very much like an ant under a magnifying glass in the sun.

He can feel the anger in her eyes, directed at him, and he knows a bone chilling comment is going to leave her mouth next.

Before she can get the words out, he hears a small voice.

“Mom?”

Both women in front of him turn to look at you, and Billy closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, feels despair pool in his chest at the fact that the noise must have woken you.

His fists curl as both women rush to embrace you, and he watches as you smile, reassuring them that you were okay.

As fast as his anger comes, it vanishes when you step toward him next.

He's a little unsure about how to act with all the extra eyes on him, studying your face, the sleepy glaze still in your eyes, dressed in his t-shirt with your hair askew, a soft greenish bruise on the highest point of your cheek.

“Good morning, husband.” You whisper, hands wrapping around his arm, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek.

His stomach flutters.

He can't resist, hand slipping behind your neck, tilting your head to allow his lips to meet yours in a quick moment, feels sparks where you touch him.

If you were alone, he would scoop you up and take you back to bed, stroke your hair softly till you fell asleep in his arms with the feeling of his heart pounding just a little too hard in his chest.

Where you'd been giving reassurance before, you were seeking it right now in his arms.

“How are you feeling?” Billy asks after he breaks the kiss.

Your eyes are so glassy, tired, he wishes you'd gotten more sleep, but he knows there's no way you'd agree to that now.

“Hurts.” You whisper.

“I can call a doctor.” He offers.

He watches you look down in thought, before nodding, glancing up at him.

You turn back to your mom and sister, smiling.

“I'm glad to see you guys, but what are you doing here?”

Emma answers you.

“We've been calling for hours, since we heard what happened.”

You glance at Billy, wanting to ask him if he'd seen your phone, but you decide not to.

“Uhh, yeah sorry, I must have lost it at some point, sorry, I didn’t realise how big all of this was.”

Honestly, you hadn’t even thought about how this might have affected the people around you, you'd been so absorbed in yourself.

“It's understandable,” Billy murmurs beside you, his dark eyes are earnest, “You've been through a lot.”

You nod, looking back at your mom, catching her observing Billy with a suspicious eye, suddenly reminding you that she knows more than she's supposed to and you have divorce papers hidden in this apartment because of that.

“I’m all right, just a little tossed around… like a… salad.” You frown, trying to figure out why your thinking wasn’t as sharp.

“Yeah,” Emma interjects, “They got security footage of the kidnapping.”

You feel unease rise in your throat.

“What?” You ask softly.

She pulls her phone up, unlocking it and holding it out to you. It’s a news report, a woman describing the details of your abduction while you watch grainy footage of yourself being tossed into the trunk of the car.

The video scrolls automatically when it's finished, and you hear the same voice inform that you’ve been found safe, this time, there’s pictures of you and Billy on the red carpet from earlier that night.

You dare to peek at the likes, seeing the number high into the millions and climbing.

“What the hell is going on.” You mutter softly as you take her phone and tap on the tags.

Dread sinks into your stomach, watching related videos of you and Billy, videos of you on the red carpet, the way you turn to look at each other, viewed by way too many people.

You give Emma back her phone, lost in a daze. If anyone were to dig deeper, who knows what they might find out. You can almost see the smear campaign brewing from a mile away.

You turn to Billy in fear.

“Dominic. If he talks-”

Billy’s hand squeezes your elbow reassuringly.

“He won’t. Don’t worry, it’ll blow over in a week.”

“But my old friends,” You protest, “If they confirm anything…”

“It’s alright. I’ll handle it.”

But you didn’t know exactly what that meant, and instead of inspiring ease, it only reminds you of the four men from last night who were no doubt rotting somewhere.

Your brain was being irrational, you knew that, you just couldn’t convince yourself of it.

You suck in a breath, turning to Billy for comfort but deciding against it, moving instead to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

You didn’t know what was going on with you, if it was the presence of your mother and sister clouding your thoughts, preventing you from seeking comfort in the man living with you. Or if it was actual rational sense finally making its way into your body, highlighting the absurdity of him willing to go that far for you.

You groan when you slide into the stool at the counter, hip throbbing.

Billy is beside you in an instant.

“Doctor should be here in a few minutes. Are you hungry? I can have something brought up.”

You swallow, nodding, glancing around him to look at your mom and sister.

“Are you guys hungry?” You offer.

It's a little difficult to keep up with the conversation, listening to both women explain how they found out what had happened, and the lengthy task of finding their way here.

You sip on the ginger tea Billy made for you while you wait for the doctor to arrive, your husband having excused himself a few minutes ago to make some calls.

You recount the events of last night to them, trying not to remember the fear and anxiety, focusing only on the details, the things you saw and heard, rather than the tightness of the space in the trunk, and the pain of being roughly manhandled.

They ask questions you can’t answer. How did Billy find you so quickly? What happened to the men? You only shake your head and explain that you hadn’t had time to ask.

When Billy comes back, he's got the doctor beside him, a woman, smiling easily at everyone.

She checks you out in your office, Billy waiting right outside while she presses your bruises to examine them. You try to be still, but when she touches your tender hip, you can barely stand the pain.

You ask her softly to get your husband, and when his face enters your vision, you smile at him. He takes your hand in his, and lets you squeeze however hard you want when the doctor continues her examination with your permission.

Tears pool in your eyes, but it's over quickly, her consult ending with a shot of painkiller which begins to work by the time she leaves.

The T.V is on when you step into the living room, at first you think it’s something random, until you see footage of outside your apartment building. You watch in horror as they replay a video of the doctor entering the building, and then another video of maybe a minute ago when she left.

You turn away from the screen when you see the replay of the security footage from last night appear, the broadcaster's clear and articulate voice talking over the video of you being tossed into the trunk of the car is too loud to ignore.

Had the world gone insane? What was happening right now? Were there actually people camped outside your home?

You catch sight of Billy, stepping into the hallway after making more calls. You look at him until he feels your gaze and glances up at you.

He can see your discomfort, you know he can, his eyebrows pinch as he approaches.

“What is it?” He asks.

“There are people outside our apartment taking pictures.” You say.

He blinks, ducks his head into the room to glance at the TV. You hear him release a breath of frustration.

“I didn't want you to find out.”

“Yeah, I would have rathered not knowing.” You agree.

“What can I do?” He asks suddenly, his hands cupping your arms gently, rubbing them up and down to soothe you.

“I'm already handling the paparazzi, but if you want to be alone, I don’t mind risking more hate to get your mom and sister out.” He finishes his sentence on a whisper.

It makes you smile, the idea of such a showdown.

“I wish we were back in that castle.” You say softly, “before all of this, when it was just you and me.”

Billy lets out a breath, pulls you into him until your face is pressed squarely to his chest.

“I promise, it'll all be okay. This will blow over, and we can go wherever you want.”

“You know,” You say suddenly, deep in thought, “I don't remember everything about that night in Vegas.”

He seems to hesitate, probably surprised at the sharp turn of the conversation.

“Really?” He asks.

You hum the affirmative.

“I remember meeting you, and then we had a few drinks together, and then we left I guess? I don't remember anything until after, when we're heading up to your room.”

“Oh.”

“I keep wondering what you could have possibly said to me to convince me to go along with it. What state of mind could I have been in?”

“Maybe we can talk about this later.”

“Yeah.” You agree in a sad tone, withdrawing from his embrace.

He cups your face suddenly, avoiding your bruise but making sure your eyes are on his.

“Where is this coming from?” Billy asks, his eyes so dark you can't see his pupil.

“I don't know,” You lie, “I guess I've just been thinking about it a lot because I don't know how to answer if someone asks.”

You can hear the pain in his breath when he exhales next.

“Something’s wrong, isn't it? You've been- even before last night- you can talk to me.”

You nod in understanding, turning away when you hear the TV click off. You reach to pry Billy's palms off your face, turning to step into the living room.

“Later.” You say to him, hopefully reassuring him that it wasn't so detrimental.

Though, maybe it was more serious than even you knew.

You let out a frustrated sigh, as once again, your mother asks a question that you can't answer.

How on earth were you supposed to know why you'd been taken?

“They could have picked anyone there,” your mother tries to explain, “Why you?”

You contemplate if your life before had been filled with such invasive questions, or if this was a recent development.

“I told them my name,” you respond, thinking out loud, “Maybe that's why?”

You swallow, looking around for Billy, who'd excused himself a minute ago to answer a call. It was funny that she didn't ask these questions when he was around.

Or maybe not funny at all.

You meet her eyes, holding a thought that she doesn't want to say.

What was she thinking? That Billy had coordinated the kidnapping? Why? To make you trust him more?

A sharp pain sears into your chest, forcing you to break her gaze.

That couldn't be what she was thinking- what kind of person would do something like that?

“This robbery really makes no sense,” Emma inputs, replaying footage of the robbery on her phone, “I mean, these pieces they stole- are too unique to be resold without being traced. Why take such a big risk for these?”

You don't realise you're struggling to breathe until your head goes light.

For all your mother's astute observations, she doesn't notice your panic.

You stand, your body trembling, excusing yourself to the bathroom.

In the hallway, you suck in a shaky breath, covering your ears and closing your eyes shut.

The memory of the night comes back, the fear, the pain. Billy wouldn't put you through all of that on purpose.

Right?

It wouldn't be hard for someone like Billy to do. He could have hired these men to fake the robbery so that they could kidnap you, scare you just enough so that when Billy finally rescues you, there's an undeniable bond there that can't be broken so easily.

You didn't see the men die, for all you know they could still be alive, sipping margaritas on a tropical island just as planned.

Angry now, you storm into your office, your hands scraping against the wood of your drawer as you shove your hand in to reach for that dreaded manilla folder.

You don't think about anything until you've got your signature printed on those divorce papers.

It's terrifying to look at. The very thought of it, of being without the man that makes you feel so happy. The man that holds you and loves you and would kiss every single inch of you if you only gave him the chance.

This man wouldn't hurt you.

Which is probably exactly what he wants you to think.

Heartbroken, you drop the papers into the top drawer, sliding it shut, leaving the office in search of him.

Your mind was so scattered, and your heart was fragmenting, and you needed the very man you were supposed to hate.

You find him in his office, sitting at his desk, talking into his cell. He glances up at you when you darken his doorway.

He sees something in you that makes him let out a sigh, raising a hand to silently signal you to come closer.

Your chest is tight as you approach him, pressing the door shut behind you and snapping the lock. You didn't want anyone stumbling onto you.

He's in a black t-shirt and grey sweats, and he looks adorably delicious the longer your gaze at him, the reassurance you seek taking on a different form.

He's still talking into the phone, but his eyes swallow you up when you reach to push the waistband of your shorts down your legs. He swallows, adjusting himself in his seat, his fingers twitching eagerly at the sight of you.

You let out a soft sigh, smiling at him as you slide into his lap.

Pressing your face to his chest, you take a deep breath, appreciating the smell of him, letting his presence both soothe and excite you.

He makes a soft humming noise, his fingers brushing the base of your spine and working his hand up to the back of your neck.

It spreads tingles all over your body, and you smile into his neck at the easy sensation.

That's what this was. Easy.

The beating of your heart, the air filling your lungs, you close your eyes and sink into him, enjoying the sound of his voice as he talks to someone about non disclosure agreements.

Why you? You hear your mother's voice interject into your head.

You let out a frustrated breath, trying to push away the memory.

Billy's hand tightens on the back of your neck. You shift your hips and blink in surprise when you feel his stiff erection below you.

You raise your head for an explanation.

He gives you an apologetic smirk, and a lift of his eyebrows, as if to say, what did you expect?

And really, what had you expected? That your husband, a man so obsessed with you that he essentially stalked you for years, would suddenly not want you?

It excites you, your heart beating faster as you feel arousal pool in your abdomen.

You reach down, hand snaking between your bodies, till your fingers wrap around his stiff member over his sweatpants.

His chest deflates harshly, his head tilts back, he eyes you as you begin rubbing your palm against his length.

You take your time admiring his size, hidden beneath his clothes you marvel at the fact that he fits into you.

In the depths of your head, you can't help comparing him to the inadequacies of past lovers. Billy was definitely above average in many aspects.

His mouth drops open in your peripherals when you tug on the waistband of his sweats, reaching in to touch him directly.

His throat bobs as your fingers curl around his length, hissing through his teeth when your thumb swipes over his tip.

You think about leaving him, and the consequences of that. The very idea that he might move on from you hurts, that he could find someone else to give himself to makes your throat tighten sadly.

His cock is warm in your hand, and you shimmy his sweats lower so that you can see him, his length rising up when released, a bead of precum forming at his slit.

You lick your lips, tempted to taste him, to feel his warm comfort on your tongue and know that you’ll never find another quite like him.

You give him a few strokes, wondering if you were ready enough to take him.

“Let me put you on hold for a second,” he says into his phone, “I just have something quick to handle.”

He doesn’t wait for an answer before you watch him press the hold button.

“That your lawyer?” You ask conversationally as you stroke him.

“Ours. What are you doing, sweetheart?”

“I missed you.” You say with a pout.

Billy gives you a small smile.

“And is your plan to tease me to death?”

You let out a little giggle.

“Noo, my plan is to ride you quietly.”

He closes his eyes and gives a little laugh of disbelief.

“Alright then, little wife. I don’t want to hear you make a single sound or you’ll be in big trouble. Understand?”

You nod eagerly.

“Yes, sir.”

He groans, before lifting the phone back to his ear.

“Go ahead.” He says into the phone, looking right at you.

If you weren’t wet enough before, you sure are now, tugging your panties to the side, lifting your hips so that his cock head slips between your folds.

You shudder as his tip glides over your clit, and you take a few moments to use him to stimulate your aching bud, before pressing him against your entrance.

He’s big, stretching you open, you gasp as you manage to fit the tip of his cock into your aching cunt.

Billy tips his head back, lips parted as he tries to keep his breathing soft and deep. You gulp, pressing lower, fighting your body’s resistance, rocking slowly on his cock to encourage your body into accepting him.

He feels so good, you try not to clench around him prematurely, wanting him to feel you fully before you begin really tormenting him.

You grip his shirt tightly, and he does the same to your ass, the possessive handful he has of you makes your brain hum happily.

That’s it, little wife, your brain supplies his voice, just like that.

You exhale, moving slowly, lifting your body, to bring yourself back down on his cock.

His lashes flutter, his eyes locked on your wanton form. He releases his grip on your ass to press his fingers to your clit softly.

You gasp, a little louder than expected, his fingers moving dexterously over your aching bundle as you shiver with delight, catching your arousal on his fingers before sucking them into his mouth.

He doesn’t do it for long, before pressing his fingers right back to your clit.

The compulsion to remain quiet makes it that much hotter, though you find yourself missing his breathy moans of bliss.

He traps your clit between his middle and ring fingers, gliding back and forth to draw sweet gasps of pleasure out of you.

You reach up, under your shirt to grip your breast, your thighs beginning to burn with your gentle bouncing on his cock.

You tip your head back, eyes closing in bliss as you continue to rock eagerly on him, enjoying the way he fills you, the way he glides along the deepest parts of you, feeling you from the inside.

When you’re fully seated on him, you clench eagerly, feeling his size fully against your inner walls. You bite the edge of your lip as euphoria lights up your brain, originating from your aching center.

He pulls the phone from his ear, mouth open in a silent groan, eyes rolling back in his head.

You grin between breaths, watching him struggle to get some of his senses back, he lifts his head to look at you with determined eyes.

“Nelson,” He says into the phone, “Let me call you back in an hour.”

He doesn’t wait for a response before handing up.

“Are you satisfied, sweetheart?” Billy whispers, his iron grip on your waist, sliding under your rear to support the lifting and dropping of your hips.

“Ah, god, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me,” he rambles, “my perfect fucking wife.”

“Shhh,” You hiss, leaning in to place a warm kiss on his lips, “We have to be quiet.”

He lets out a grunt of dissatisfaction.

“ ‘S not fair- to only be able to have a little of you- I need it all.” He reaches up to pull your shirt off, getting you completely naked while he remains clothed.

He kisses your chest softly, and you struggle to remain quiet.

“I need all of you,” He hums into your skin, “Your touch, your taste-” He licks into your mouth eagerly.

“The sound of your moans on my tongue- I need it.”

You suck in a shaky breath, raising a hand to cup his face, pressing your thumb against his lips.

“You need… to be quiet.” You scold softly.

“I love you,” He gasps, “I fucking love you.”

Your hand drops from his mouth to grip his shoulder, getting leverage to ride his cock faster, the soft slapping of your skin filling the room as you’re filled too.

You nod your head in agreement, pressing your mouth to his, breathing in his air, enjoying the feel of his beard against your chin.

You press your head into his neck, biting down on the deliciously corded muscle of his shoulder as you feel your cunt tremble around him.

“Yes,” he urges on a whisper, “I need to feel you come around me, wife.”

His last word pushes you over the edge, fingers digging into the chair as you lose logical thought, feeling it be replaced with mindless pleasure, gripping his cock so tightly that you’re almost unsure if you’ll be able to let him go.

You tremble, the pleasure slamming into you in waves, his soft groans in your ear are perfectly timed with the quivering of your cunt.

You don’t know how he does it, but he pulls you off of him gently, placing you on wobbly legs for a moment before turning you around to bend over his desk.

You tremble when you feel his tongue, tasting your still fluttering cunt for a moment, the slippery appendage finding your pulsing clit with ease.

You slap a hand over your mouth when he licks you just right, eyes rolling back, hips moving restlessly in delight.

He moans into your cunt, and you don’t have the heart to remind him to be quiet, the feeling of his tongue on your aching center is almost too much to withstand.

He stops, and then you feel his cock at your entrance once more, slipping into you, deeper than before, pressing almost painfully to your deepest spots.

It’s where he belongs, you think, biting down on your index finger as he withdraws to fill you roughly, a low moan leaving his mouth on each breath.

“Mine.” He grunts roughly, “All mine.”

You feel inclined to agree with him.

He pounds into you repeatedly, and you lie there and happily take every inch of him until his hips stutter and he groans, spilling into you so deliciously that you find yourself coming too from just the sensation of his release.

It’s almost like you’re made for him, your mind gives a wistful thought, and you smile as he turns you, pulling you back into his lap, both your legs draped over the arm of his chair this time.

He smiles at you, his lips are pink, and bitten and his cheeks are rosy and you smile back, his hand raising to smooth your wild hair out of your face.

You can feel his cum, slipping out of you, getting you messy in an uncomfortable way, but the pleasure is still moving through you, and you can’t think about cleaning yourself up right now.

He rotates the chair, so that he can reach the top drawer on the left side of the table without moving you, pulling out a fluffy white square of cloth.

You watch curiously as he parts your legs gently, swiping the soft cloth between your thighs to clean you up.

It’s such a mundane thing, nothing really special about it. Except that the cloth is so soft you can barely feel it on your oversensitive parts.

Something twists in your stomach, a realisation that you must have had a hundred times before.

That you loved him, not just because of the big things he did, but also because of the little ones, the unnoticed things that no one but you could see.

Telling him you loved him wasn’t enough, you needed to stitch your souls together with the very threads of the universe so that he understood that you would never abandon him, that you would never give up on him.

That you could search for lifetimes and never find someone like him.

You relax against his chest, the words too heavy in your throat to be spoken out loud. Their anchor, lying in the top drawer of your office desk.

Billy can feel your mother’s eyes on the back of his head.

He’s handled people trying to rip him to shreds that have unsettled him less than this woman.

He's trying to be cordial, asking them politely about possible dinner plans, willing to be as nice to his in laws as possible, but he can sense your mother's disapproval of him, as if there's another presence in the room.

You decide on ordering from an Indian restaurant, before you step away to shower. You kiss him on the cheek before you leave, and he feels his stomach flutter at the reminder that his cum was probably still dripping out of you.

“So Billy,” you mother calls out as you leave, and he feels the flutters dry up as fast as they came, “Do you have guns here?”

He tries not to stiffen in defense, turning to face her with a calm expression.

“Yes.” he answers honestly.

You look so much like your mother, he can see where you get your eyes from, though yours have never regarded him with such suspicion.

“How many guns?” She presses.

“In the apartment? Or in the building?”

She definitely doesn't like that question, her face giving an uncomfortable twitch that would make him laugh in any other scenario.

“The apartment.” She clarifies.

He thinks for a moment about the armory hidden in the closet.

“Around… ten,” He answers, recounting, “Maybe fifteen.”

Emma hums in thought, grabbing plates to set the table, and Billy asks her to grab two extra plates for Frank and Maria, a little surprise for you.

“How many people have you killed?” She asks next, and Billy watches Emma pause to give her mother a look of warning.

“Um… Keep in mind that most of these are from my time in the Marines…but uh… three? Yeah, three hundred.”

Emma makes a sound of disbelief, but Billy squares his shoulders, unashamed at the things he's had to do to keep himself and his people safe.

“Those men that kidnapped her,” your mother follows up, tilting her head in the direction of the door you left through, “Did you kill them too?”

Billy sucks in a deep breath, feeling his interrogation training kick in.

“You a cop?” He teases.

“Did you kill them to cover up your scheme?” She presses.

He tilts his head, doesn't understand what she means.

“What scheme?”

Emma exhales loudly, grabbing Billy’s attention. He turns his head to observe her, trying to figure out what exactly they were thinking.

“Drop it, mom, please.” Emma says.

It takes Billy a moment to fit the poorly made pieces together. Did they think that he’d had you kidnapped on purpose? Why would they think he would do that? Unless-

The very thought of it made him sick to his stomach. That he would ever hurt you like that. That he was even capable.

They must know, Billy realises, you must have told them.

He feels something dark fill him, acidic, burning a hole through his stomach and poisoning his heart.

It takes him a moment to hear the knock on the door.

Moving on autopilot, he excuses himself to get it.

Is it betrayal that he feels? He can’t tell, nothing is confirmed and his chest doesn’t understand what his brain is trying to tell him. If your family knew, were they making plans on your behalf? He knew you hadn’t contacted a lawyer, but what if they had, for you?

The worst thought of all was that he’d driven you to this. That you’d really felt so trapped, so caged that you couldn’t even bring yourself to mention it to him. It makes him hate himself, that maybe he really was the monster everyone saw him as.

He hopes it doesn’t show on his face when he pulls open the door. He lets Maria’s attack hug soothe him into a smile, reaching for Frank next, the larger man clapping him on the back easily.

“You know there’s a shit ton of cameras outside your building? Even the back entrance? We had to use the garage.”

Billy nods, “Yeah, legally I can’t do anything about it. Illegally, I’m gonna shine some lasers at their cameras and fuck up their lenses.”

Frank laughs loudly shaking his head.

“Frank?” Billy hears your voice call from the hallway, he turns to watch you step into view, your hair still damp from your shower.

“Maria?” You say eagerly when you notice her.

“Surprise!” Maria says excitedly as you approach, embracing each other in a warm hug.

You seem confused for a moment, before your eyes meet his. He feels a pang of fear go down his throat.

“I asked them to come,” He explains, “I hope that’s okay.”

You reach for him then, your hands on his face, he closes his eyes as you kiss him eagerly. Laughing into your mouth as he hears Frank groan in torment.

“More than okay, Billy.” You answer, turning to embrace Frank next.

“Boy, you’ve looked better.” Frank teases you, as he sees the fully formed bruise on your face.

Billy watches you laugh.

“We only seem to meet when things have gone to shit, that’s why.” You shoot back.

“Come on, you should meet my mom and sister.” You say eagerly, leading the small group towards the dining table.

Billy lags behind, hesitating to follow.

Whatever lingering tension there is between Billy and your mom, is washed away with Maria's easy smile.

Frank is definitely one lucky bastard, to have met someone that blooms so gracefully under scrutiny.

You have a suspicious thought that maybe your mother wishes you were more like Maria, but the grace and warmth she has, doesn't come easy to you.

Your mother eyes Maria's scar carefully, you watch as she turns her head to meet your eyes, and you drop your gaze, finding your naan much more interesting in that moment.

It’s another accusation, one that hurts you to think about. You want to reach for Billy’s hand, but you decide against interrupting his meal with your insecurities.

You listen, content to hear Maria describe her kids, pulling up photos of ballet recitals and swimming for everyone to see, watching the way Frank silently reassures her as she goes on, and you wish one day that you have a love so secure, without the insecurity, and the fear. That you know with all your heart that the love you have is real and meant for you.

Maria and Frank are kind enough to help with the dishes, and Billy sits you on the couch with a kiss to your head and a cup of tea so that you can rest while he works.

It's where your mom finds you, curled up under a warm blanket.

She settles beside you, and you watch her with weary eyes as she get comfortable before looking at you.

“Have you decided yet?” She asks.

“No.” You whisper, “Mom, I think I love him.”

She lets out a slow breath, nods as if she understands, but you're not sure that she does.

“It always feels like love until it doesn't. I just want you to be safe, muffin, and nothing about him seems safe.”

You can't help the wistful smile that pulls onto your face.

“I know it's weird to say, but there was this moment last night, when he found me, he picked me up and he walked me out, and that was the safest I've ever felt in my life. No one has ever made me feel like that.”

She reaches over, covering your hand with hers.

“Just be sure about it. Find a way to know.”

You nod in understanding.

“If you're not sure, you'll spend your whole life tormented and wondering.” She finishes.

“I get it, yeah. Thanks mom… for looking out for me.”

She squeezes your hand affectionately.

For all the struggles you had with your mother, she did in fact care about you.

So in the morning, when she and Emma leave to go back home, you walk them all the way to the front door of your apartment, staying inside in case there are any lingering paparazzi outside trying to get a photo of your bruised face, Billy a few steps back, keeping a polite distance.

Your mother gives him a nod of acknowledgement, and Emma gives him a parting hug, and you try not to smile at how uncomfortable he looks.

“They'll warm up to you.” You reassure him as you watch them climb into one of Billy's secure vehicles, driving away soon after.

He doesn't say anything, which you find very odd, and you reach to take his hand in the elevator, pulling you into his chest at the first moment he can.

“I love you so much.” He murmurs into your hair, and you grin, face pressed into his chest, breathing in his scent.

“I love you too.” You reply, squeezing him happily.

When you step out of your morning shower. He isn't anywhere to be found. You call his name, searching the usual spots for signs of him, confused as to why he didn't tell you he was leaving if he had to.

The counter is bare of any note, and you sigh, heading back to Billy's office to use the landline to call his cell.

You stop short in the hallway when you find the door to your office ajar.

Your heart jolts in your chest, as you push the door open, struggling to breathe as your eyes find him, his back to you, holding the divorce papers in his hands.

He turns when he hears the quiet sound of his name on your lips, his face devoid of any emotion as he drops the small stack of papers onto your desk. Your stomach turning with fear and anxiety, threatening to stop your breathing before he can even utter a word to express his betrayal.

There's no feeling worse than this, the very real possibility that you risk losing him for good because you were too much of a coward to say what you were really feeling.

“Billy.” You whisper again, approaching calmly, “This isn't what you think.”

“I love you.” He says calmly his dark eyes flitting up to meet yours.

“I-” you say softly, trying to force the words out, to save your marriage before it's too late.

His dry laughter is like a knife to your chest.

“I have watched you for years, and in all that time, I’ve never realised how good of a liar you could be.”

“Please,” You struggle to say, your throat closing up in the moments when you need your voice the most, “It’s not what you think.”

“You filled your side out completely. But my social security and signature is missing.” You watch him reach for a pen on your desk, your heart aching with each scratch of the pen as he fills out his side of the forms.

A tear slips down your cheek.

“Stop.” You utter, shaking.

When he ignores you, you march right up to him.

“Stop it right now.” You hiss, grabbing the papers and flinging them across the room. He straightens in response, finally seeing your wretched expression.

You sob, reaching for him, and like the loving man he is, he takes you into his arms.

“Why don’t you want me?” He whispers softly, his voice cracking on the last word and you feel a dam break inside of you.

You cry into his chest, gripping him tightly, his own tears hitting your temple, travelling down to mix with your own.

“I’m sorry,” You hiccup, gripping his shirt, “I’m sorry.”

You raise your head to look up at him, his thumbs pushing your tears away, but the more he cares, the more you cry.

“I want to love you, I want to with everything I have, but I-I don’t know.”

You grip his shirt, trying to show him how you feel, to open yourself up to him in a way you’d been trying to bottle.

“You chose me, but you never gave me the chance to choose you, and now I don’t know if the love I feel is real- or just a survival mechanism.”

“It’s my fault,” Billy whispers bitterly, “I can’t blame you.”

You think it would hurt less, to be stabbed, than watching the little boy in Billy’s eyes, face rejection all over again.

You cup his face between your palms, shaking his head a little so that he keeps his focus on you.

“I just need some time, apart, I just need to be sure that this is what I want.”

It’s like he doesn’t hear you, or the words don’t register, you tilt your head up, pressing your mouth to his. The agony of tasting his tears burns at you, and still you kiss him, you kiss him till he’s kissing you back, chasing your mouth the way he does.

“If you love me, if you really love me, you need to let me go.”

He shakes his head, seeking out your lips.

“I can’t.” he whispers brokenly.

“Then I’ll stay,” You promise between kisses, “I’ll stay with you and I’ll hold you and I’ll take every inch of you whenever you like- but you’ll never know for sure, if this is what I really want.”

You suck in a breath, breaking the kiss to look up at him.

“Can you live with that?” You ask.

He squeezes his eyes shut, and finally, he shakes his head.

A/N: List of things I did while writing this:

cried

punched pillows

screamed

struggled to hurt my babies

#billy russo #billy russo x reader #accidentally on purpose #billy russo x female reader #my writings #the punisher #billy russo smut

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confiaenanaa · 6 months ago

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Hello,how are you? I saw your post asking for fic ideas so here's one I hope you like it

Assistant reader who has worked with Eminem since the beginning of his career, the public and his kids love her, the kids always goes to her for advice and see her as part of the family . Marshall admires her and her relationship with his kids, He has always been attracted to her, but he respects her a lot and thinks she can find someone better, They are very close and know each other like no one else. They have fight a few times but she would always go to him and put some sense into his head and they would make up. Maybe she could have an accident or become very ill and end up in the hospital, he is terrified at the prospect of losing her. They get so stressed about the situation that they have a very serious fight, he says a lot of shit and she sends him away. A few days pass and they don't talk to each other, he didn't want to apologize and decided to wait until she came back and fix the things like she always did, but the things he said during the fight really hurt her and she decided to resign from her assistant position, she sent an email with the details of her contract termination.

You decide what happens next.

PS: I really loved your writing, sorry for the long request, I like to detail things, if you don't like the idea or don't feel comfortable writing this you can completely ignore it please.

Hugs and bye (⁠◠⁠‿⁠・⁠)⁠—⁠☆

my assistant - eminem

fem!y/n x Marshall Mathers

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synopsis: Y/N is Marshall's assistant. They're close and best friends until something goes wrong in her life...

A/N: hi! I know it's been a while, i've been super stressed with finals and stuff but i'm finally back on track and I wrote this. there's more to come since I have a ton of requests to have fun with! hope you enjoy this one. and i'm so glad to hear you liked my writing!

-Marsh!

-What?!

-Dre’s on the phone for you! Something about needing you to re-record something!

Marshall groaned from his office. Y/N giggled at his antics, he really could be a grump at times. She continued to put away files and work on his busy schedule, something she’d done every day for years.

Y/N had been Marshall’s assistant since what felt like forever, and it sort of was. Ever since his career took off, she’d been by his side. She did her job well, and never gave anyone on the team any reason to doubt her abilities. Not to mention she was always the go-to for advice. Marshall was always asking for advice; situations big or small, his mind always went to call Y/N. And his kids did the same. And his friends. And his team.

The public always wondered about their relationship, about what happened behind closed doors. “She and I are just close friends. That’s all.” And truthfully, that was all there was to it. They were friends. Though he’d often find himself wondering and daydreaming about what it’d feel like if they were more, he always stopped himself before it could get any deeper. He knew she deserved better. She was smart, kind, and hilarious. Surely, she’d find another man more attractive and muscular and smarter and funnier. Surely, she wouldn’t want a man like him. But, in actuality, they were both stuck in a cycle of feeling this way. She felt he deserved someone who related to him more. Someone prettier, someone more famous. Why would he want an accountant when he could easily have a bombshell?

Everyone around them knew how they felt about each other, except, apparently, them. They knew each other inside and out. Marshall knew all of her nervous tics; like her lip biting, finger picking, leg bouncing, pen tapping, and arm crossing. And, in return, she knew all of his icks; loud chewing, gum popping, loud singing, loud speaking, fingernail tapping, and slurping. They could read one another like books, unless, of course, it came to romance.

Y/N had been to enough family dinners at his house to know this. She was basically a Mathers herself. She became a Mathers when Hailie got her first period and Marshall had no clue on what to do. When she told him what to buy at the supermarket while she washed Hailie’s bed sheets and clothes. When she helped Hailie with her first breakup. And she became a Mathers when Marshall started his journey with sobriety and she was with him the whole time. Marshall admired her greatly. He admired her bravery and courage, her kindness and empathy, her ambition and perseverance, it seemed like everything life threw at her, she could easily push past it. He respected her a lot. He also respected how much a perfectionist she was. She made sure her nails were properly painted and if not they looked well groomed; cuticles always cut, nails long and strong, filed to perfection. Her hair was done meticulously, clearly also well taken care of. Her skin had a light glow to it. Marshall admired this for years. He admired and respected every aspect about her, she was like family to him.

However, like friends and family do, there were always a few quarrels. When Y/N was on her period and already in a sour mood, and Marshall decided that would be a good day to be a brat and complain about everything. Y/N adored him, but he could be really childish at times. He whined one too many times and she’d snapped at him. It escalated into an argument that Dre had to promptly break up. Or when Marshall was upset because he had writer's block and Y/N asked if it was really that hard to write a song. He snapped at her too. But, in the end, they always made up. In all honesty, it was usually Y/N that would fix things. She’d go over to him and no matter who was right or wrong, she’d say it was silly and smack him upside the head for staying upset.

The symptoms started mild. A bit of dizziness and fatigue. Walking up the stairs got harder, standing up suddenly quickly became a threat. Marshall and the others had noticed it, but decided not to mention anything. Health business is private business. Then, she started getting weaker. She was fatigued after just walking from the office back to her desk. She got pale. She no longer had that glow to her. Hailie asked Marshall what was wrong, but even he didn’t know.

She was always short of breath. When she talked, she occasionally slurred her words. She’d stumble through the hallway, just trying to make it back to her desk. This went on for months. In the beginning, Marshall took the pallor and fatigue as stress and exhaustion from work. He no longer complained, instead taking on some of her duties in an attempt to alleviate her. He saw nothing changed, in fact, it only worsened.

She started having heart palpitations. They became more frequent as the weeks flew by. When she’d hug her friends or set a hand down on someone’s arm, they’d notice that they were cold as ice. Her nails, something she once cared for, were now brittle. Her hair, once shiny and well put together, was now thinning and falling like a withering tree in the fall.

Almost a year had passed since the symptoms started. It was a somewhat normal day in the studio. Y/N walked in with Marshall’s weekly schedule in hand. Today, the windows weren’t coated with curtains like they usually were. Today, Marshall saw Y/N in the natural light. He noticed how pale she’d become. How her hair was now messy and thinned. How she looked almost malnourished.

He loved her the same, but he was concerned. He asked her to sit beside him on the couch, looking towards the others in the studio. Certainly the others had to have noticed her dire state. She sat carefully, moving slowly in an attempt to not exhaust herself too much. Her eyes darted around the room in confusion. Why was everyone looking at her like that?

She sat there for a while, when she realized she needed to finish a document for Paul.

-Shit!

-What? What’s wrong?

-I need to finish that paper for Paul. I’ll see you guys later.

Y/N stood up madly. Suddenly, she felt her body numb slightly and her eyes roll into the back of her head. She felt dizzy and everything around her felt surreal. She attempted to take a step forward, but instead, her entire body fell forward. Next thing she knew, it all went black.

Marshall saw her stand up. She looked like she was going to hurl. She fell forward and with a thud, she hit the carpeted floor. Everyone in the room ran to her. There was a bustle of voices. Pandemonium broke out. Someone called an ambulance. Marshall couldn’t remember much, but what he did know was that now he was sitting in a hospital lobby. Awaiting any news about his best friend.

The realization settled in. The panic came along with it. He realized that his best friend (and sort of the love of his life) was in a hospital bed right now, unsure of whether or not she’ll make it out of here. He knew he couldn’t lose her.

-It’s anemia. Her case was pretty severe, since it was left untreated for 11 months. She had an iron deficiency, most likely from not eating properly. It could’ve become deadly if she’d left it untreated for too long.

-Anemia?

Marshall couldn’t believe it. All of the signs were there and he never did anything about it. As soon as they let him know she was conscious, he ran into the room. He saw her in the bed and felt a wave of emotions. He felt sad knowing that she was hurting, he felt happy that she was okay, and he felt rage that she let this get that bad and that he hadn’t noticed.

-Hey, Marsh.

-Hey. Did you know you had anemia?

-Wow. Straight to the point. Um, not specifically but, like, I knew there was something wrong.

Marshall started to become upset. How was she so casual about this? If anemia is left untreated, it can result in death.

-And you didn’t do anything about it?

-Well, no. I didn’t expect anything serious?

-The doctor told me that you could’ve died if you didn’t treat it. And he said it was because you weren’t eating. Why weren’t you eating?

-Look, Marsh, I just assumed that it would go away after a while. I didn’t even notice it had gotten that bad. And I mean, I haven’t really had an appetite. I’ve been working a lot and I just think I was stressed.

-Well, you should’ve told me you were feeling overworked! I could’ve helped you! You could’ve died Y/N! Doesn’t that go through your head!

-I’m sorry! I didn’t think it was that deep!

-Yeah? Well it was. You can’t keep doing this to yourself. I came here thinking you got some crazy disease. I was so worried.

-I can’t control my appetite Marsh. And you didn’t have to come.

-Yeah, well, when you’re on your deathbed, alone, you’ll wish you might’ve listened to me.

Y/N’s mouth stayed slightly ajar after that last comment. How could he say that to her? He saw the look on her face and immediately regretted it. He knew he was doing wrong. He knew that it was a terrible thing to say.

-Look, Y/N, I’m so sor-

-Get out.

-What?

-Get out, Marsh. Leave.

And leave he did. He went home that day and had a long night of processing. He concluded that he had a point, but he should’ve phrased it better; he also should have picked a better time to say it. But he didn’t want to apologize. For some unknown reason, he couldn’t find it within himself to go to her and apologize. Eventually, a week had passed. He figured that she’d come to him soon and they’d make up. However, he was proven wrong when he received an email that Paul had forwarded him that morning. The title read “My Resignation”. He began to panic, calling her and sending her countless texts.

He then called Paul, hoping it was a mistake.

-Look, man. I don’t know what you said or did to her, but it must’ve been pretty fucked up. You better go apologize to her now.

Marshall quickly hopped into his car and drove to her house. He parked his car in her driveway, seeing she was home. He knocked on the door furiously, hoping to get ahold of her. She opened the door only a few inches. Enough to see his face. She was about to close the door when he pushed it open. She stumbled back a bit.

-What the hell do you want Marsh?

-Look, Y/N, I came to apologize. I can’t believe I didn’t do this sooner. I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean any of the bullshit I said. I was just scared. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel bad. Especially since you were the one in the hospital bed. When I was the one in trouble, you never did any of that shit to me. I’m so sorry Y/N.

Y/N sighed deeply. As upset as she was with him, she couldn’t stay mad. She was starting to look like her old self again, Marshall realized. She got her glow back, her hair was looking thicker; she looked like she did before. Still a little thin, but back to somewhat normal.

Y/N smiled weakly. She knew she couldn’t be mad at him forever, and this was silly. Marshall looked at her face, smiling, and he realized just how much he loved her. He looked at every feature he’d fallen in love with; her eyes, bright and curious, her lips, pretty and cute, her cheeks, slightly indented with all the smiling she does, but still beautiful. He knew he needed her, and without thinking, he leaned down and connected his lips with hers. It was passionate and sweet. The kiss contained all the words that need not be spoken. When he pulled back, she was smiling like an idiot, wide eyed.

He knew that from then on, he would love her a little harder.

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