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[spurgie-cousin]

Hi spurgie. I don't know if you remember me, but I was the anon from 2 years ago who had their first kiss at 25 and subsequently started dating him after. Well, last night he broke up with me, and I just don't know what to do. I feel like it came out of nowhere, but he feels he drifted too far apart from me. This was my first relationship, and it might sound naive but I truly thought it was forever. I know I shouldn't but I feel stupid to think someone could love me for the rest of my life. I still love him so much. What's worse is he was so kind and gentle about it. I wish he wasn't such a great person. I wish I could hate him but I don't. We still wanna be friends, and we share the same friend group, but it's gonna be really hard. I don't want him out of my life but I'm really hurting right now. I know I shouldn't hold onto hope that we might get back together in the future, but right now I can't see myself with anyone else (again, naive, I know). Sorry for the ramble, I just don't know who to turn to, and you've always been so kind.

Aw well first, I'm so sorry ❤️ breakups are always hard but the first one always hurts especially bad. I can't emphasize enough how normal those feelings you've described are though, they're not naive at all. Thinking about past breakups I've been through or sat with others through, it's big grief for a while, combined with that hopeless "I don't ever want to be with anyone else/no one else will ever be as good as them" feeling, combined with fighting the adjustment to someone's role in your life changing, and it can be a rough ride ngl. I know that sounds daunting, but it did help me a little in the moment to know many, many other people have felt exactly how I felt at the time bc when you're in the thick of it, it can feel very lonely and isolating, so I mention it just in case it's also helpful for you to know that.

My best advice for the first couple of days is just to ride it out and feel whatever it is your feeling at the moment, because it is kind of a grieving process and like grieving you need to get the big feelings out to be able to process it. Keeping your mind busy is also really helpful, it's ok to wallow for a while but if you get the chance to do something pleasant, or even just sit with someone instead of being alone, I found that super helpful. My last big breakup I spent a full 2 weeks at my parents house and in my free time I just sat with them (and cried on them lol a LOT) watched movies, played board games, etc. Even just having a conversation on the phone when the feelings start bubbling up again can be very cathartic.

Right now it might feel like you will never feel better, or never find anyone again (or want to), but that's just part of the grief and as impossible as it might sound, that starts to fade faster than you think it will. I know you mentioned you want to stay friends and I don't think that's impossible but it's probably a good idea to avoid seeing them just for the time being, because that can be like picking at a scab on a healing wound y'know? It can be confusing and stressful and hinder the healing process, at least in my experience. Same for communicating.

But yea I promise it gets better ❤️ this relationship not working out does not mean you are impossible to love forever at all, it just means that this wasn't the right person to do it, most of us just need to do some trial and error before we find that person. And tbh I think people who have been through trial and error can ultimately end up in healthier relationships, because experience makes you learn more about yourself/what you are looking for in a person. Be kind to yourself for now ❤️ this too shall pass, it will be ok.

[amyispxnk]

Mi Niña Hermosa

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Summary - Javier gets you pregnant, but then he gets scared, leaving you to raise your little girl all alone. One day, he sees you working at a brothel to try and make ends meet, and realises what he needs to do.

A/N: for this ask! i hope you like it pookie<3 also please excuse any bad spanish! i tried my best with it but it might not be 100% accurate.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: mentions of sex work and sex, violence, language, pregnancy/children, arguing, brief suicidal ideation, hurt+comfort, angst, men being men

DO NOT COPY THIS FIC IN ANY WAY PLS AND TY.

“Shh, shh, Carmen, mi amor. Está bien,” you plead with your baby daughter. She’s been up for the past hour because of yet another explosion a few blocks away. You think it was a car bomb this time, but does it really matter? All you know for sure is that Carmen is not going to let you sleep through the night because of it.

She’s almost 12 months old now, which means it's been almost 2 years since you last saw Javi. You hate yourself for it, but sometimes you look at your little girl and feel bitter. It’s not her fault, but she was the reason that Javi finally said goodbye to you.

You both knew it was a long time coming, but when you showed him a positive pregnancy test that night, you yelled at each other until your throats were raw and all your tears had been cried, before he slammed the door in your face and left you there. It was the final time you saw him.

Because of Carmen’s deadbeat father, you ended up in a brothel. It was one of the hardest decisions of your life, but you knew you had to do it for her.

“¡Muy bien chicas, salgan y ganen algo de dinero!” You want to jump out of this building, is your first thought. Crash all the way to the floor and forfeit this terrible life you’ve been ‘blessed with’. But you can’t. So you hold your head high, plaster on a smile, and walk out into the lobby of the brothel.

Your smile drops when you see him.

Of all the fucking brothels to go to, he chooses this one? The one you just so happened to start working at a week prior? That tenth-storey window looks even more tempting right now, especially when he locks eyes with you.

He’s with a man, blonde hair, blue eyes. You think that man’s name is Steve Murphy. Yes, you’ve seen them on the news. Who the fuck hasn’t? It just makes you even more frustrated. He left you and Carmen behind so that he could hunt down Pablo Escobar. He abandoned the two of you for fame.

Javi’s eyes dart back and forth between you and Steve, before he starts making his way towards you.

Hell to the fucking no. You turn on your heel and almost drag a man you noticed was ogling you for the past 5 minutes into one of the rooms, letting the curtains close behind you, separating you from Javi.

The time you share with that man is no different than any of the other men you’ve been with, all uncomfortable and gross for you, mind-blowingly good for him.

Sometimes you still think of Javi when you feel a man on top of you. He was the best you had, after all.

Outside, Javi curses loudly, drawing the eye of a few people and his partner.

“What the fuck was that, Javi? We’re here to question the girl, not chase after this random. Your dry spell that bad?” Steve laughs, clapping him on the back. Javi quickly shrugs him off, jaw clenched and gaze hollow.

“I know her.” He mutters. Yes, he knows you. He knows every part of you. Your smile, which he only saw on a rare occasion. Your eyes, which could always pierce him, see straight through his soul and see the worst parts of him. Your body, which you now sell because of him.

Steve is still yapping on about something or other whilst the storm inside of Javi swirls, growing and growing. You’re behind that curtain, selling your body. He knows why you’re doing it too, and it makes him feel even worse. He feels like he’s about to pass out as it all hits him at once.

What a piece of shit he’s been.

You don’t deserve this life. You deserve to be happy, supported and protected by someone, anyone who can help you. Not Javi though. He’s not fit to be a father. After what he’s seen, what he’s done, he could never care for something as precious as your baby.

But he knows what men are like. Knows that, somehow, he’s one of the better men in this country. It’s not a high bar to pass, this he knows too, but he figures that it must be why you have to work here to provide for yourself and his child. Fuck. He doesn’t even know the gender, the name. He wasn’t there for you at all, and he should have been.

It feels like there’s no going back though. How could he ever apologise enough or make it up to you? What he’s done is irreversible. Just from the way you reacted when you saw him now, it feels like it’ll be impossible to try to apologise to you.

He thinks of his father, his mother. How disappointed would they be? They probably already were, but with this? Abandoning a girl with a child he gave her?

They would surely disown him.

He feels like he’s been ungrateful too. After being raised by two loving and caring parents, how could he leave his own child without one? And with a life like this?

He runs a hand down his face, telling Steve to shut up. A loud shout from the man behind the curtain, surely finishing without giving you a moment of pleasure. He knows what you sound like when the sex is good. You barely made a peep in these past 5 minutes.

The man walks out, commenting on ‘how good that slut was’ as he walks past Javi and Steve, and it takes everything in him not to punch him square in the face there and then.

“I need to talk to her, Steve. 5 minutes.” Javi decides suddenly. He can’t let this go on.

“You better not be fucking on the job, Javi.”

He grunts in response, entering the room and letting the curtains slide closed behind him.

The entire world goes still, silent just for the two of you. Almost 2 years have gone by, and this is how you meet. The shame almost swallows him whole.

“I’m so sorry.” He says, before you can even register what’s happening, because he knows you’ll be ready to kick and scream to get him away from you when you do.

Unsurprisingly, your eyes well with tears, and your face twists into one of disgust.

“Why the fuck are you here.” You spit, holding your robe tighter around yourself.

“We were here for a job, and-”

“Do you think I actually care? You fucked off two years ago, I don’t want to see you back here now. Whatever it is you want, I don’t care.” You interrupt. Yes, this was going to be as difficult as he thought.

“Baby, please just-”

“Don’t fucking call me that! You don’t get to call me that!” You shout. He’s on borrowed time before somebody comes and escorts him out of here.

“Just listen to me, please. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He pleads, desperate for you to listen. He doesn’t know how to get his message across to you.

Your tears burst forth, fat droplets cascading down your skin as you turn away from him.

“Go away, Javier. I don’t want to see your face ever again. I see it in her everyday and it already haunts me enough.”

His baby is a girl.

“I’m here to talk about her. I… I want to help. I’m so sorry for leaving. I got scared. I thought- I wasn’t ready to take care of something as precious as a baby… I thought you would get hurt if it was discovered that a DEA agent like myself had a child.”

“Yeah. Agente de la DEA, Javier fucking Peña,” you scoff, “who abandoned his child in pursuit of fame. To catch a bad guy. Some fucking hero you think you are.”

He can’t get angry with you. He won’t. However wrong you are about what you just said. He won’t do it.

“I don’t want fame.” He grits out. How much of an asshole is he that you thought he would leave you for fame? “I’m trying to help this country. It was dangerous enough for me to see you regularly, you know this. If I was seen with a woman and a child, they wouldn’t waste a second trying to kill you both. I couldn’t let that happen to you. I care about you. Please understand, baby.” He begs you again, hand carefully reaching for your shoulder and turning you to face him. You’re still sniffling, silent tears falling down your cheeks as you refuse to meet his gaze.

“Mírame.” He whispers, cupping your jaw and tilting your head up so he can see your eyes.

“Please, I’m sorry.” He says. He’ll say it thousands, millions of times, it still won’t be enough, but he can see that you’re starting to understand.

“It’s been 2 years. I had to be pregnant and raise her all by myself. Not once did you check on me.”

“I was scared. I was being a coward, I know. I… I won’t be surprised if you tell me to leave again, but let me help pay for her. I don’t want you working here. It’s dangerous.” He murmurs, eyes shining with emotion as he looks into yours.

You shake your head, and he gets ready to argue about it, but you pull him closer, squeezing the air out of him and shaking with sobs again.

“I’ve needed you for so long. I- I don’t know how I managed this long. I need you, Javi.” You choke out, his heart shattering with every word until it’s laid out on the floor for you.

“I know. I’m sorry, baby, I’m so sorry.” He soothes, running his hand through your hair.

Over the next month, he helps you leave the brothel, gives you some money to get on your feet. You still live apart, despite his protests that you’d be safer living with him, you’re not ready yet.

Today you figure will be the decider of that. He’s going to meet Carmen.

You rub your eyes as the morning sun hits you, rousing you from your sleep. The clock reads 9:37. Just over 20 minutes until your daughter finally meets her father.

The 20 minutes are spent waking and feeding her, before a knock on the door stops you.

You exhale shakily and walk to the door, opening it slowly.

“Hola, Javi.” You say softly. He greets you, equally timid. You notice he’s holding a little teddy bear in his hands, almost making you laugh at how it looks being held by this big brooding man, but you just shake your head.

“Come and meet her.” You murmur, opening the door further so he can step inside.

There, messing around on your bed, is the most beautiful little girl he’s ever seen. He can definitely see his features on her face. The lips, the eyes. She got your nose, thankfully he thinks, and her hair is a unique blend of yours and Javi’s.

“She’s so beautiful.” He whispers, and you just nod, still unsure of your feelings for him right now.

“Carmen, baby, say hello.” You coo, picking her up and bringing her over to Javi. He’s quiet, scared, as always. But then she babbles at him, clapping her hands together and trying to reach for him. The teddy. He almost forgot about it.

“Hola pequeña, soy tu papá. ¿Quieres el peluche?” He says softly, waving it around a bit before handing it to her and letting her play. You and Javi talk for a bit while she sits on the bed, but then something happens. She gets tired, which is normal around 2pm, but instead of crawling to you, she goes to Javi. Carmen wraps her little fingers around one of his larger ones, curling up in his lap. The two of you still, and it shocks you to see tears appearing in his eyes as he strokes her hair, letting her sleep on him.

You decide to move in with him that night, realising that you don’t want him to be away from you and Carmen ever again.

TYSM for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated! 💞

[russo-woso]

First days || Matilda’s x reader

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Warning Teen pregnancy, throwing up

Summary Your first few days as a mother were harder than you expected but you have the best people around you to help.

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It had been a stressful few days at the hospital.

You were navigating through the idea of having a son whilst trying to keep up with reality.

Krew had been the best thing to ever happen to you but boy could he scream his little lungs off.

He’d start with a small cry, one barely loud enough to hear, but it was always followed by a wail.

Caitlin had stayed by your side most of the time, only going home last night because you forced her to, but she’d gotten Steph to come instead.

She had come bright and early this morning though.

It was also agreed that you and krew would go home today, both of you being perfect.

Kyra and Charli had made their way to the hospital too, wanting to see their new nephew again.

Kyra held krew in her arms, watching him sleep, as Charli help you pick out his going home outfit.

Caitlin and Steph were also helping you pack your bags at the same time, not wanting you to over do anything.

“I think we’re all ready.” You say as you finish buckling Krew in his car seat.

“Come on then, bug.” Caitlin smiled, wrapping her arm around your shoulder as she took your bag.

You walked out of the hospital with krew in your arm.

You were so happy, so happy that a smile didn’t leave your face the entire day.

That changed as soon as it reached night time though.

You’d fed Krew and put him in his cot, managing to transfer him over without waking him.

You settled into bed yourself, hoping to catch up on at least an hour or twos sleep before he woke up for a feed but as soon as you fell asleep, that small cry you knew all too well was heard.

Just like all the other times, a piercing cry filled the room, Krew small legs kicking away as his little face scrunched up.

“Hi, bubba. What’s wrong, huh? Are you just being difficult?” You cooed, resting him on your chest as you rubbed his back.

His cries quietened down and he fell back to sleep, the room being peaceful and silent once again.

“You okay?” Caitlin said after peeping her head round the door.

“He’s just being difficult. He’s fast asleep now.” You whispered, leaning over to put him back in his cot.

“You try get some sleep. I’m only next door. If you need anything, wake me, okay?” Caitlin said and you nodded.

She placed a kiss on your head before leaving.

In what felt like weeks, you finally got a few hours sleep.

Krew slept decently well, only waking up four times for feeds.

Maybe this whole motherhood thing wouldn’t be that bad.

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You were so so wrong when you thought that.

You loved being a mother, you loved Krew with your whole heart, but you missed the nights where you slept for more than three hours. You missed the being able to go out whenever you wanted. You missed the times where there was actually silence in the house.

Krew was fussy. He had to be touching someone at all times.

The only way you got him to sleep was if he was on you, or if you were patting his tummy which made bedtime hell.

You were so stressed when trying to out him to sleep because as soon as you took your hand away, he could start crying.

When Caitlin heard you sobbing one night, she knew she had to do something.

So, she rang the person who’d understand exactly what you were going through.

Mini

Mini came round the following morning, enveloping you in a hug, noticing the rings round your eyes straight away.

“Hey, bug. How you coping?”

“It’s hard.” You revealed, sighing as you sat down with Krew in your arms.

“I know it is. What’s bothering you though? I can tell something’s wrong.”

“He just wants to be with me all the time. I spends good half an hour every night patting his tummy to get him to sleep and then even when he’s asleep, it’s like he knows my hands not there and the starts screaming the house down.” You explained, close to tears.

“Caitlin mentioned that over the phone last night, and I had the exact same thing with harper. I found something though and it was a god send. I brought it with today so you can try it. It’s a teddy that feels like a hand patting his tummy. You just rest it on him.” Mini explained, pulling the teddy from her bag.

“Mini, you’re the best.”

“Listen, bug. Motherhoods hard, but it’s the most rewarding thing in the world. Just remember you’ve got all of us here to help you. You’re not alone.” Mini said, your hormones getting to you as you sat there sobbing.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank us, bug. Just remover its true.”

You really did have the best teammates.

[repulsiveliquidation]

Hope, Coffee, and Poetry.

cw : smut, angst, mentions of cheating. 18+ DNI.

a/n I hope this lives up to your expectations. I cried when I wrote the last line, I have no idea why. Enjoy. realized I forgot to include the Frida Kahlo quote I used!

“You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry.”

Hope.

“Bebita, please!”

“Don’t want to hear it, Alexia,” you tell her, storming out of the restaurant with her trailing behind.

“Baby, wait!”

You turn around quickly, anger seething behind your eyes. She cowers a little, taking a step back from you just as you both stepped out of the restaurant.

“Don’t you dare try to justify what you’ve been doing behind my back, Alexia. I’ve been so stupid to think that you wouldn’t break my heart like that when you promised me you wouldn’t ever do that. You know the pain and turmoil my father did to my mother and you SWORE to me you would never cheat on me and you fucking did!”

“Amor, I’m sorry. I tried to tell you but-”

“But what, Alexia? ‘Oh sorry I couldn’t join you for dinner babe, I’ve got my mistress to fuck at 8 pm tonight, and I can’t reschedule?!’”

You step up to her, most of the girls now joining you two outside. María, Ingrid, Lucy, and Frido look extremely upset with Alexia while Ona, Jana, Pina, and Aitana are by your side rubbing your back and arms.

“You ruined us, Alexia. Don’t ever forget that.”

You wipe your tears off your face, give the girls a curt nod, and walk off towards your car. Opening the door, you hear María yelling her head off at Alexia, fluently cursing at her in Spanish. Alexia has her head hung low when you drive past, sobbing into her hands.

“How could you do something like that to her, Alexia? She was the best thing that ever happened to you and you throw her away for some gold digger you picked up at a bar?!” María lays into her after Alexia desperately tries to explain herself.

“She is not a gold digger!” Alexia yells suddenly, looking straight at María with red eyes and an angry look.

“Did you just defend her? The whore you’ve been sleeping with behind your fucking wife's back?”

Alexia looks at her best friend in shock. The words just came out of her mouth, she wasn’t thinking.

“I didn’t mean-”

“Your wife has been there for you when you were THIS close to giving up football. When your ACL tore, she almost gave her career up to be there for you full-time. When your father died, she was the first one you called; she was as heartbroken as you were, he was the best father figure she had. The two of you were thick as thieves, inseparable since you were children. You knew the kind of shit her father put her and her mother through with him sleeping around and you go and do the one thing she hoped the person she loved wouldn’t do to her!”

Alexia was sobbing hard, shoulders shaking hard with her cries. No one comforted her, somehow that hurt her more than the truths María was yelling at her.

“I am so fucking disappointed in you, I can’t even LOOK at you right now!” María yelled one last time, shoving Ingrid’s hand off her shoulder and walking back into the restaurant.

Ingrid nods at the other girls to go back inside and finish their lunch, wanting a minute with the captain. She pulls Alexia into a tight hug, letting her cry into her neck. She’s shaking, mumbling a million apologies to no one. Ingrid shushes her, cradling her face in her hands.

“What you did was unacceptable. María said some hurtful things but she was not wrong. You’ve made the bed, now you have to lie in it. The girls are going to need some time to forgive you but I think you need to make amends with your wife first.”

Alexia nods her head, thanking Ingrid before rushing off to her car. Her hands shake as she starts the car, thoughts running through her head a million miles an hour. She wonders how she could have been so stupid, so desperate for love that she went out to find it when it was right in front of her the whole time.

You were perfect, the woman of her dreams. When her father died, you ran over to her house barefoot when she called to tell you. You ran into her house and pulled her into your arms, cradling her sobbing form as you tried to be strong for her. He was the father you never had, your own cheated on your mother so often she resented men for a long time and you swore you would never be with someone who was the same way.

When you met Alexia at 4 years old, there was an instant connection. The two of you were attached at the hip, one never seen without the other. Barcelona promoted both of you to the first team at the same time. Having just started dating and having the opportunity to go to work every day with your best friend was a dream come true.

Day by day, the two of you made things work. You two functioned like a well-oiled machine, a connection that ran so deep, that you were sure in other lifetimes you were lovers. The night of her 24th birthday, you surprised her with two tickets to the men’s team game that weekend and a little black velvet box. She immediately knew what it was and you argued, with her groaning about being the one who needed to propose cause she ‘wore the pants in the house’. You glared at her, to which she apologized, said yes, put on the ring, and made love to you all night.

The next morning, after yet another passionate round of steamy morning sex, she pulled out a matching velvet box.

“Here, bebita,” she whispered, handing you the box as you settled into her side. You gasped and opened it carefully, a beautiful diamond ring shimmered in your palm.

“My turn,” she grinned, “Will you make me the happiest woman in the world and marry me?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Coffee.

“Bebita!”

Alexia walks into the house in search of you, hoping you’ve come home and she could catch you before you inevitably leave.

What she doesn’t expect is for you to have company over.

“Aitana?” 

You pull away from Aitana’s arms, looking back towards the door to see Alexia standing there. She’s breathing hard, tears streaks on her cheeks.

You stand, a confused Aitana remains seated on the dark couch both you and Alexia picked out when you first moved in.

“Uh, I’ll just leave-”

“No, stay.”

You walk up to Alexia, arms crossed across your chest. Her shoulders sag and her head hangs low once again.

“Can we talk…please?” she looks up at you, eyes filling with tears. Your heart begs to comfort her but you know better not to. You know you’d give in to her, her tears have always been your greatest weakness.

“I messed up, amor. I know that now, but please, we can fix this. I’ve broken it off with her, we can go for couples counseling, I’ll work harder to communicate, I’ll do anything!”

“Alexia, I love you. I think I always will. But I don’t deserve to be someone’s second choice. I deserve someone who can come to me and tell me they’re not happy. Instead, you found someone else to do that for you. You found someone else to do my job for me. I’m sorry Alexia, but we’re done.”

You step closer to her, kissing the corner of her lips. She’s shaking her head, lips begging for you to stop.

“Sign those papers I gave you, I’d like them as soon as you can please.”   

“No, please! Give me a chance, bebé please!”

“I already did, Alexia. I will not do it again.”

You walk into the bedroom and grab the duffel bag you had packed, storming out to where Aitana stood dumbfounded in the living room before taking her hand and leaving the house.

Alexia feels her heart break into pieces. You did already give her a chance at redemption, how could she forget? She thinks back to that day when you were both 21, away at both your international camps.

“Bebé, hi! I’ve missed you!”

Alexia scrambled to answer her phone, pulling the covers over her naked body. She glances over at the clock and notes that it’s time for your regular phone call. You notice her disheveled hair and wonder what she’s been up to, your head cocked to the side with a curious look on your face. You shake your head and focus back on her, feeling your heart ache to be with her.

“I-I’ve missed you too, Amor! What-what are you doing?”

“I’m done with training for the day, silly. Are you already in bed, was Spanish training that hard?” you tease, grinning at her.

“Sí, it went on for hours today!” she says with a nervous laugh when suddenly there was a ruffle in the sheets. Alexia looks at the moving duvet in the corner of her eye, and you see a foot sticking out of the edge of the screen that’s not Alexia’s. She looks back at you and notices, immediately covering it up.

“Are you kidding me?” you say, voice raised in anger.

“Amor, let me explain!”

“There’s nothing to explain Alexia, we’re done! How could you?!”

“Bebita please, this was a mistake!”

It took a year of counseling for the two of you to mend the trust that was broken. Fast forward 2 years and you were walking down the aisle to marry her on the happiest day of your lives. She had kept her promise and the two of you couldn’t have been closer.

Until she broke that promise again.

Poetry.

Aitana was beautiful. She loved you in a way so different from Alexia. In the days after the divorce and the court hearings, Aitana was by your side the entire time. She was gentle and she was kind. She knew you were guarding your heart with an impenetrable fortress, but she tried every day, little by little to gain access to the sweet, caring, loving, unapologetic girl she had quietly been pining over since her days at the academy.

Aitana was the textbook definition of sunshine. She always had a big smile on her face, never letting anything get her down. She was like a pocket rocket, able to pull laughs out of you no one else ever did. She made you feel safe, secure, and loved.

Court proceedings were taking a while and in that time, you two managed to build a new life together. You had known each other a long time and turning that friendship into the most excitingly new love was easier than you thought it would be. You moved in with her, drove to training together, cooked together, and made love every way you could. She was easy to love, but a passionate lover that would move mountains for you. A part of you still loved Alexia, you knew you always would but you felt your heart grow to make space for the new best thing in your life.

“Please Aitana, fuck…”

“You like my mouth on you, princesa?”

“Yes, so fucking much…please!”

Aitana pushes your legs back, lips attached to your core as she eats you out hungrily. She groans into your pussy, eyes boring deep into yours that are filled with tears. Your hands pull on her hair, your head thumping back onto the couch you’re fucking on.

She sits up between your legs, two of her fingers pushed deep into your pussy. She kisses up your calf, free hand caressing your ass.

“Getting close, bebita?” she asks in the most innocent voice, a little smirk across her face.

You look up at her, hands holding your legs back like the good girl you’re being for her. She grins, leaning over to crash her lips to yours. You kiss back ferociously, her fingers pushing in a third that makes your eyes go back into your head.

“Aitana!” you cry out, the tips of her fingers roughly pressed up against your sweet spot. She kissed down the expanse of your neck, lips latched onto your breast when she suddenly bit down and your orgasm hit you like a freight train. You shuddered and squirmed, body convulsing hard as her fingers and palm worked you through an orgasm so hard you saw white and passed out for a second.

“You are not what you seem, baby,” you tell her panting, kissing her slowly as she cradles you in the bath after fucking you into the couch twice more.

“For you, mi amor, I’ll be anything you want.”

Alexia stood outside the courthouse with a soft smile on her face. You walked out behind her, the final hearing of your divorce was now over. You both parted on good terms, leaving nothing but good memories behind. Aitana remained by your side and you spoke to Alexia, knowing that there was nothing but love for each other that would never change.

“She makes you happy. I’m so glad she can give you what I couldn’t,” Alexia started, her expression a little sad and longing.

You lean in and kiss the corner of her lips again, lingering just a few seconds longer than you should.

“I will always love you, Ale. Never, ever forget that.”

“I won’t bebita, you’re very special to me.”

“I’ll see you on Monday at training?”

“Sí,” she waves you two off, smiling wide before saying one last thing but it’s not directed at you.

“Tana?” she calls, Aitana turns around and looks at her captain.

“Sí, capi?”

"Cuida de ella por mí, ¿quieres? Es una buena".

[adventuringblind]

Sad Boy Hours

Charles leclerc x reader x Max Verstappen

Genre: hurt/comfort

Summary: After Singapore 2023, Charles isn't sure he can keep up with peoples expectations.

Warnings: Charles is depressed

Notes: I just want Charles to be happy 🥴

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Singapore is a long and taxing race. It's not one of Max's favorites. However, he can't help but smile because he finally got the racing challenge he'd been looking for. Something to test his skill and push him to be better than before.

When he gets out of the car, he makes a beeline straight for the Ferrari, who placed one spot ahead of him. He expected Charles to already be out of the car. Even possibly bragging that he finally placed ahead of Max.

Yet the Monegasque looks like he's not even moving. Maybe not even breathing. It's distressing to see ones lover in such a state. Max gets that gut feeling it's something to do with the team, and he has to suppress the urge to go scream at them all.

Instead, Max taps on Charles' helmet to get his attention. He's startled at first but then calms as he sees it's Max. The Dutch helps him out of the car without any words. Just gentle looks and touches that are discreet.

They go get weighed in silence. Then Max veers off the path to a secluded corner and pulls of Charles' helmet. He's met with puffy green eyes and a broken smile when he does so.

"Sharl, what happened, schat?" Max cups his face, and the tears start again. He tries to wipe them away, but the Monegasque seems to have a never-ending well of them.

"I did a bad job today. They said I needed to do better with my pace. I can't keep doing this, Max. I don't know if I should continue racing." He chokes.

"You're an amazing racer, and I know that with every ounce of my being. You may not be feeling it right now, though, so what do you say we go get our girl and go home?"

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She'd been refraining from burning down the Ferrari garage. Sure, she's happy for Carlos, but what they did to Charles is unacceptable.

When she sees Max and Charles cone walking down the pitlane, she springs towards them. The unfortunate circum of their hidden relationship prevent her from smothering them both in love, but she still hugs the two drivers who are drenched in sweat.

She takes note of how broken Charles looks. His eyes are swollen, and his lips and hands are trembling. He looks ready to collapse at any given second. He's hurting and she hates it.

The unfortunate media duties delay their leave. Max whispers to her that she can stay with him, or at least within view of him, until they can go back to the hotel.

It feels like hours before they are tucked away in the comfort of the room. Max had managed to get back before them and was already running a bath. Until he's done, she makes work of Charles still sweaty and in clothes that can't feel nice right now. She tries to detangle his hair with a comb, and she can hear him sighing into the gentle feeling.

A few minutes later, Max pops his head out of the bathroom door. "Baths ready."

It's steamy and filled with bubbles. They both giggle at the mess Max made of the bathroom. Water already sloshed around the floor.

"Bubbles?"

"Why not bubbles? Is really the correct question here."

By the time they are done, there is more water on the floor than in the tub. They'd washed, sure, but they also decided to splash water at each other.

When they dried, they clambered into bed. Charles tucked saftley in the middle. Her and Max's arms wrapped tightly around him. For this night, he will be shielded by their protective bubble.

"You are a good driver, Charlie. No matter what anyone says. You deserve so much, and this world has been so cruel to you."

They can feel his body shaking with cries once more. Hands clinging to any part of them he can get.

"You are so loved. You've done so well. And one day, you're gonna find a team that sees all of your value just as we do."

[otakubimbo]

Tell Me It Was A Lie

pt 2

What happens when Gojo tries to drink you away?

OB note: since you asked, @laviefantasie this is part 2 to this ask, i guess this a resolution?

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His whiskey tasted like water, a bad sign. The fact that Satoru Gojo, the known lightweight, was drinking whiskey at all was a bad sign. But here he was, in this shit hole of a bar way past drunk alone. He was alone when he should be with you, alone when he should have been with you, he should have –

It was all too late anyway, you were gone, you left him. He knew it was his fault that you left, you deserved better, you deserved someone who could love you. That wasn’t him, he couldn’t, he shouldn’t, the last person he loved… he didn’t even want to think about him right now. All he could think about was you, you, and how he fucked up the only good thing in his life.

With a final tilt of his glass, he knew he couldn’t stay here any longer he could barely see straight as it was. Fumbling around in his pocket he pulls out his phone, calling the only person who he thought would pick up for him besides you, Shoko.

The phone rings a few times before a groggy voice answers, if Gojo weren’t so drunk he would probably take that as unusual, Shoko was always up at this hour.

“I’m drunk” his words slurred through the phone as he heard a groan as if the person on the other line was trying to sit up.

“You don’t drink,” Shoko says in an uncharacteristically concerned voice.

“I know but….” His voice is shaken, trying to keep his composure while still in a public space, “just come get me, please”

There was a moment of silence before there was any response from the other end of the phone.

“Alright, send me your location”

You find Satoru face down on the bar. Lord, why did you even agree to come pick him up, you think? While you walk over to him tapping him on the shoulder to wake him up.

“Wake up Gojo I’m here to take you home” As irritated as you were to be there you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he looked asleep; he was always so much at the point of stress he never actually looked relaxed unless he was completely asleep. You may have missed that; you may have missed him.

He slowly blinks to look up at you, confused as to why you were there.

“Shoko, I drank so much I’m hallucinating, you look like my beautiful y/n,” his hand sways as it reaches out to touch your face, you take a step back not wanting him to touch you, not wanting to be in the position to resist his touch.

“Come on, let me take you home” you sigh lightly as you duck your head under his outstretched arm to help him up. As soon as the two of you make it to your car, you practically toss him in the backseat, he didn’t even attempt to hold his weight as you exited the bar.

“I miss her so much” his slurred whines come from the backseat as you drive.

“It’s been a week,” you say with a roll of your eyes “and if you missed her that much why not tell her yourself” For someone who claimed he missed you, he sure didn’t act like it. You hadn’t heard from him since you broke up with him.

“Because she hates me, I……. I made her hate me” his voice cracks as he holds back a sob, was he crying???  Before you could even respond he continues rambling, “She was everything to me and I just got so scared. After Suguru…… I just never thought I would actually fall in love with someone. Every person I love I lose and now I lost her cause of my stupidity. I’m supposed to be the strongest and I can’t even handle falling in love. This is stupid, I’m stupid. I love her Shoko.” At this point he is sobbing, he’s already taken off his glasses, his arm is covering his face as he cries over you. He’s crying over you. You had known a little about Suguru, but he didn’t talk about him much or at all. He was the reason that Satoru couldn’t tell you he loved you? He was scared? Scared of losing you? You never even thought of that, you couldn’t imagine that one of the most confident people you’ve ever met was afraid of losing you. But why??? It didn’t make sense, all the canceled dates, all the ignored texts, not even telling you he loves you.

“But she loves you” Your voice was barely above a whisper but you knew he heard you.

“And what happened to the last person who loved me? HES DEAD. And I would rather her hate me than lose her forever, never be able to see her smile or hear her laugh. It’s better this way” he barely gets out, his voice getting quieter.

“Then why didn’t you break up with her?” You ask as your hands grip the steering wheel, willing yourself not to cry, not to break down right now on the highway.

“Because I’m selfish and I couldn’t let her go. I love her too much to just have let her go Shoko,” the pain in his voice was evident despite how slurred his speech was. “I love her, she can’t die, she can’t leave”  

Almost immediately after that, he passes out, you let out a shaky breath not knowing what to do from here. You knew you had to take him home, but you didn’t think you had the heart to leave him in his state and you didn’t even think how you would get him up into his penthouse. You resigned yourself to just taking him to your condo, you didn’t have any stairs and you could let him use your bed, it wouldn’t be the first time you slept on your couch.  You choose to take him to your house instead, trying to drive as gently as possible as he sleeps in the back seat.

Once at your place, it’s another struggle to get him into your place but you successfully guide him to your room and onto your bed, taking off his shoes and pants so that he can have some type of comfortability. As you finish pulling the covers over him to leave, he grabs your wrist.

“Please, I love you, don’t go.” He says with his blue eyes piercing into you and you give in, sliding into your bed next to him as he pulls your body flush to him.  “I love you” he whispers one last time before passing out again, not letting go of you the entire night.

The morning sun is what greeted Satoru, his eyes strained at the light and the banging on his head from the evident hangover. He sat up, attempting to collect his thoughts on where he was and what the hell had happened last night. As the bits and pieces came back to him, his face heated up with embarrassment. He called you not Shoko last night, he confused his love for you to you and not Shoko, and on top of everything he made you cuddle with him after crying in your backseat. He groans again, rubbing his temples and looking for wherever his sunglasses were, finding them right next to a glass of water, medicine, and what seems to be a note from you.

As he puts back on his shades, swallowing the medicine you left for you hoping it doesn’t take long to kick in he picks up the note you left,

Satoru, I’m sure you have a major hangover so I left some water and meds, if you meant everything you said last night we can talk when I get back from work. I love you.

Gojo could almost cry from joy, you still loved him, and you were so willing to still give him a chance, he wasn’t going to fuck this up again, he wasn’t going to push you away, he wasn’t going to lose you because he loved you, he was in love with you and he wasn’t going to let fear make his decisions. He was the strongest after all.

[lunawolf012306]

Blaire McColid

Age: 17

She/Her

Daughter of: Marcy McColid and Francois McColid

Lover: Pepper.

Backstory: After Blaire was created by her parents, she became extremely clingy. Her parents liked how she was loving and affectionate. Unfortunately, that all changed before a tragic event happened. Her mom, Marcy, got into a very bad car accident due to a drunk driver. Marcy was sent to the hospital, so Blaire and her father, Francois, went up to the hospital. "Marcy only had an hour to live", the doctor told them. Blaire became extremely upset hearing the fact that her mother was dying. The two went to Marcy's hospital room to see her before she passed away. Blaire was in full tears, her heart breaking to see her mother dying. Marcy told Blaire before she passed, "Don't worry, my child... I'll always be with you..." The monitors beeped, the lines straight. Her mother has passed away. Blaire cried for hours, her mother dead from the car accident. After 3 years since her mother passed away, her father became very sick from Pneumonia. Blaire was also in tears because of her father, being sick. She called the doctor immediately, but before the doctor arrived, her father told Blaire, "I... I'm sorry, kiddo... I didn't know I was this close to dying... But don't worry... your mama and papa will watch over you... I love you, Blaire, my sweetheart..." As soon as the doctor arrived, it was too late. Her father had passed away before they could arrive. After three years of her parents passing away, she was walking down to the broken-down church. Suddenly, she heard a girl crying, so she went up to the noise where it was coming from, and it was Pepper. Blaire immediately blushed because of how cute she was. She sat by Pepper and asked if Pepper needed a hug. Pepper accepted the hug and began forming a crush on Blaire. Later that month, they got together and were very happy.

[delilaahh9]

Dial Drunk

October 5th, 2021

12:32 am

Anna had no idea what she was doing, it started off with just a shot or two, then the next minute she was chugging a bottle of… something. Mark was visiting his parents about an hour away.

She was supposed to call Jack awhile ago, but when he tried to call her, he went straight to voicemail since she didn’t feel it vibrate in her leather jacket.

somehow, she ended up out on the back patio picking at the stitching on her jeans as the phone rang in her hand.

“Belle?” Jack mumbles as he answers the phone, turning his lamp on and sits up.

“I’m so sorry- I shouldn’t have released the song I shouldn’t have gotten mad at you- I miss when we didn’t fight all the time” she sobs into the phone, he could really only hear half of it but knew whatever she is saying isn’t great.

“Bee, what’s going on where are you” he’s much more awake now after hearing his sister sob into the phone, he’s put her on speaker and is texting Luke.

“I fucked up- why are you so far away” she cries. Lately, Annabelle has been finding photos of the two wether it’s Facebook memories Ellen sends her or if she finds the physical picture, either way, she finds them and remembers when they were attached at the hip.

“Belle, I need you to tell me where you are” He says a little louder.

“I’m… outside, inside a fence… but I’m - ew there’s an ant on my leg- do you know where mark is” she asks, Jack chuckles at how dumb she is when she’s drunk but continues to text Luke.

“okay Belle, Luke is gonna go get you can yo-“

“No! Can you come get me- or momma! In gonna call momma” She starts but her visions to blurry she can’t find the buttons.

“Belle! Don’t call mom- you’re gonna be alright” assures her and a few moments later he heard Luke’s voice in the distance.

“Give me the phone. Jack?” Luke asks and steps away from Belle who Ethan is now sitting with.

“Luke, is she okay, what’s happening”

“No clue, I didn’t even know she was out here I thought she was with her friends. I’ll take her back to her dorm-“

“No- bring her home, she’s going to want mom in the morning and make sure her heated blankets on, she gets cold”

“okay, I’ll call you when we get her back home, I might have to sleep on her floor again”

“Bye Luke”

“Bye Jack”

The boy managed to get her standing but with most of her weight on Ethan, but it’s not like she weighs a lot.

“Do you wanna come with me to take her home?” Luke asks. “Yeah, I’ll call mark on the way”

“perfect, come on you” he whispers and helps Ethan walk her to the car.

They reach the car and Annabelle slumps against the seat with a tired pout on her face while Luke buckled her seatbelt.

“Where’s mark” she whispers and her eyes begin to close.

“You’ll see him tomorrow don’t worry”

about halfway through the car ride, Ethan finally called mark.

“Hey Eddie, everything alright?” Mark says as he lays in bed, ready to fall asleep.

“Yeah, when are you coming back to Ann arbour”

“Like noon or something, why what’s up?”

when the familiar voice sounded through the car, it felt like music to Anna’s ears, which is why she woke back up.

“Mark?” She croaks out making Ethan look back.

“Ethan was that Anna? Is she okay?”

“She’s alright just a little… tipsy, was just letting you know”

“Where are you guys going?”

She sighs and lays her head on the window, wiping her own tears with her knuckles.

“Luke’s driving her back to the Hughes house right now”

“I’ll be there in 20” he says and before either of them could protest mark was hanging up the phone and throwing a hoodie over his head.

Once he arrived, Luke opened the door and pointed up the stairs where she laid in bed asleep.

“Oh princess” he whispered when he saw her tear stained eyes. He brushed some hair off her forehead before going to the other side of her bed and laying next to her while listening to the hum of the heater.

[artist-of-dawn]

So High School

Chapter 3: "Holy arms"

Next: "Oxygen left the groupchat"

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My heart beats a thousand miles per hour as we approach koushi's appartment with Osamu on our heels. The car ride was joyful enough, Yachi got hold of the playlist and blasted Sabrina Carpenter's please please please the whole ride, everyone singing loudly and pretty badly. I wish I could say I enjoyed myself fully, but the knot in my stomach says otherwise.

I am incredibly nervous.

Late in the night a day ago I finally had a long awaited reflection and got two things straight:

1. I knew I loved Hinata Shoyo the day I wore his jersey.

2. I cried in my pillow for a whole day when he left. My brain just conviniently made me forget after.

I have no idea if I will ever admit such things out loud. It seems flimsy to say the word love so carelessly, but I though about everything that happened in High School and I had no other word for what I feel: him biking to my house in my second year just to bring me meatbuns when I was sick, carrying my bags on tournaments, his smile. Gosh his smile.

"You know you're smiling at nothing, do you?" Kei said matter of factly with an evil grin. "Who knew your ultimate weakness would be a freacking tangerine?"

"Oi, shaddup ya saltstick." Samu said from the steeringwheel. Gosh I love my friends.

"So what?" I turned towards the blonde and he only shrugged.

"Thought you were smarter than that. Still makes my job easier to kick his ass if he fucks up." Samu nodded.

Koushi's appartment was clean and smelt of alcoholic bevarages. And he calls me an alcoholic. Soft music was playing on the background while he let us in with a mischevious grin simmilar to Kei's. I swear to god they're just trying to kill me.

First we bumped into Daichi and Asahi, man were we expecting them to be the only ones who had their lives put together, but not to this extent. Asahi's cloting line was breathtaking and he promised us friends' discounts. Daichi was a cop but that was no surprise. Besides Tadashi he was the only one that could keep the rascals at bay.

"Kyioko-san!" Everyone turned their heads towards Tanaka. He- well has not changed one bit, still has that starstruck expression for shimizu that he always had, what was surprising to everyone else was that she chose to go and greet him and started a conversation. She used to brush him off at Karasuno. A lot.

The bell rung once again and Koushi basically ran to the door to open it. And it revealed the stars of the evening: Tobio and Shoyo. They greeted everyone warmly, well, as warn as can be with Tobio, who was just as stiff as he was in high school. Lost in my thoughts and the race of my heartbeat I felt a strong frame engulf mine, radiating heat. Shoyo.

"I missed you so much yn." His arms were snuck around my waist while he buried his head into my shoulder. His voice was different, deeper. And he was bigger, back then he was sort of skinny and short, but now he's taller, changed a lot. He smelt of oranges and crackling fire.

Holy arms, they were nearly double in size compared to mine.

"I missed you too, Sho." I put my arms around his neck and hugged him back. He still feels like Shoyo, but completely matured. When he pulls back I can still see his smile, gosh, his smile.

He doesn't let go completely, and now I can see the change in him, his eyes seem a little darker and his smile is a little more feline as he takes me in. I think all the blood left in my body rushed to my cheeks at this point. Everyone seemed to mind their own business, but I can feel Yatchi and Samu's gazes on us. Shoyo doesn't seem to mind one bit as we both feel absorbed in our own little bubble.

"Gosh how can you become even prettier than before?" I think I forgot how to breathe, my oxygen is cut off, shit. When did he get this confident? Where the hell is the schoolboy who was embarrassed every time he asked me something?

"You've grown a lot too. But it's to be expected, how was Brazil?" I'd lie if I said I paid any attention to the adventures he bagan to rant about with a twinkling in his eye. I drank his every thought and felt high from his smokey jokes.

He leads me to one of the couches, brings me a drink and talks to me for hours. I'm terribly keeping my sighs in as I felt like nothing and yet everything has changed.

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Fun facts:

-while yn and Shoyo were talking the others were discreetly making bets on wether or not they would leave together that night. Koushi lost a lot of money when Hinata only drove her home.

-yn and Hinata spent most of the night together, feeling as though they were still classmates with no worries, conversation flowing so easily that it melted all of yn's worries away.

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"I'm trying to stifle my sighs

'Cause I feel so high school every time I look at you

But look at you"

[nicknackpattyjack]

Why am I all of a sudden remembering everything I buried deep down? Why am I remembering all the ways Ive been touched? All the ways I wasn’t? All the times I’ve been shut out? Home alone for 5 days straight when I was nine and a mason jar fell on my head and I couldn’t see for three hours, and I swear I cried the blood away. The doors locked, trapped in a hot car for 7 hours because my cousins didn’t care enough to check the back for a sleeping six year old. Every tube running across his body and in his mouth, and the heart monitor flatlining from behind a window with half closed blinds. A skinny brown lab—no, an old beagle—a chubby beagle—a wrinkly black lab—a mauled cat with three legs—a cat with socks—a cat with fat cheeks—a kitten—my cat—a dog with curly ears—all with popping veins and hefty sighs, some without final goodbyes. I saw the bone sticking out of your elbow, you thought I was too young to remember but the blood in the dirt and the pure white shining through your tan skin, it looked like it was going to fall out if you raised your arm over your head, that was enough. I had to learn how to throw up quietly because you hated it when I would cry in the middle of the night when my room was beside yours. You’d never check my temperature and I learned the layout of your medicine closet. I walked around in a tank top and hula skirt for the whole week with drunk, old men staring at me and trying to touch me, but they never even glanced at my brother’s pirate outfits, and you just drank one too many beers with them and kept insisting I dress up. I taught myself how to cook out of desperation and fed my older brothers. Mimi pinky promised me she would teach me how to bake and craft but three months later she started showing signs of Alzheimers and ALS and died two years later. I want to go back to Mimi’s church where she would invite the whole family and I’d hide behind the stage and watch everyone, and no one ever saw me, and my parents only searched for my brothers during dinner time. You didn’t check the weather and the strom ripped up our umbrella, and you were packing everything in the car, spam calling my brothers phone when he was on the dock two blocks away, and while I was running out of the salt water, I was pushed into a barrier of rocks, and the wind did nothing but try and bust my head against the earth as I held my breathe. The fishhook got stuck in my forehead that day, do you remember too? Do you remember when I almost drowned in the deep end of the pool? A crisp autumn day, the leaves were starting to fall and they covered the top of the water with a billion caterpillars and pollen spores, and you pushed me in with our dog beside you. I wore my heaviest coat because it was freezing, and he yelled at you, and you grabbed my hand before I sank even lower. I laid on the ground coughing up water and bugs for what felt like an eternity while you ran inside. I watched Spongebob and drank hot chocolate after, right beside you, like nothing happened, and I giggled and the tv screen. I was complicit, I always was—dehydrated and hungry, I would never say anything because I didn’t want you to yell at me, and I followed you anywhere like a dog. Im sorry I gave you a bloody nose. Do you remember when you would throw your cat on me because you liked it when she scratched me? Why did I ever go to your house? Why did you lock me in a crate in the basement? I sat in the wooden shower under the condo, pounding on the door for two hours, because my cousin locked me inside from the outside, and no one decided to check and I was naked when someone found me because she stole my towel. Do you remember when you tied me up in that hammock and flipped me upside down? Do you remember when you didn’t want to cook my burger and I ended up eating raw beef and was sick for three days? Where did my brothers go? Why didn’t they take me with them? Why do they get a whole family but Ive never had one? Why are these memories showing up in my dreams? How can I discern anything?

I REPRESSED THESE FOR A REASON. I DO NOT WANT TO REMEMBER THESE. I DONT WANT TO FEEL THIS AGAIN. I AM DOING SO GOOD. I AM DOING SO GOOD. I AM DOING SO GOOD. I WANT TO BE DOING SO GOOD. I WANT TO BE GOOD. I WANT TO BE GOOD. AM I GOOD?

[thedreamworldlibrary]

Magia Chap. 6-The 4th Power

Alright! Next chapter is here and we’re finally getting into the good stuff!

Big thanks to @gigilefache for being my beta reader!

Enjoy!

Lewis walked around the facility with the phone close to his ears. “Come on, pick up, darling.” He begged.

“Hi, you've reached Eric Gale! I can’t come to the phone right now, either because I’m busy or I just forgot. Call you back!” Eric’s voicemail said.

Lewis sighed, it was the third time he tried to call Eric. “Hey, Eric. You’ve been gone for a while. Sara’s gone after you, and she’s not picking up either. I hope you two are alright.” He said before hanging up.

Oliver and Wiatt came by seeing Lewis couldn’t get a hold of Eric or Sara again. “Still nothing?” Oliver asked.

Lewis shook his head. Oliver and Wiatt looked at each other in concern. “What about you two?”

Oliver shook his head, “I tried calling Sara, but no luck.” He answered.

“I called Eric too, but nothing,” Wiatt added.

“I’d understand Sara not calling me back, but she’s with Eric,” Lewis explained. “Eric would’ve called back and let me know if Sara was fine.”

“Or not and she’s lost in the woods with a bear chasing her.” Wiatt jokes.

Lewis and Oliver glared at him. it wasn't the time to joke around with Sara’s fate.

“Okay, not the best time for jokes. Sorry.” Wiatt apologized.

“Lewis!” 

The guys turned to see Carly running to them, worried. “Have you heard anything from Dad yet?” She asked.

Lewis shook his head, “nothing for Sara either.” He replied.

Carly let out a frustrated groan, “where can he be?” She yelled.

Lewis frowned, “I’ll give Eric and Sara another half an hour before we go off looking for them.” He said.

“What?!” Carly yelled. “Why can’t we look for him now?”

Lewis didn’t know what to say to the girl. Sure they could go look for them now, but he wants to give them a bit more time before searching. He looked at his phone again and decided to give Sara and Eric tried one more phone call before searching for them. Lewis was ready to call Sara when the door opened.

The group turned in horror seeing Sara and Eric come in. The two were covered in ash, and while Sara’s hair was loose from her tie, Eric had scratches on his face and could barley walk.

Carly put her hands over her mouth, as tears formed in her eyes seeing her father in such condition.

Eric gave a weak chuckle, “Hi guys.” He said, hoping to lighten the situation.

“D-DAD!” Carly cried as she sprinted to her dad and tackled and hugged him. She sobbed into his chest, hugging him tight like he would disappear at any moment. 

Eric smiled and hugged his daughter tight as he rubbed her back. “Little ladybug,” he whispered, “I’m here, I’m okay.”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?! Why are you hurt? What happened?” Carly cried, hugging her dad tighter with each question she asked.

Eric couldn’t breathe as his daughter held him tighter. He let out a weak cough, which caused his daughter to let go. “H-House fire. We were stuck in a house fire.” Eric said.

Lewis stepped back remembering that it was his house Eric and Sara ran off too. “My house burned down?!” He yelled. “H-How?!”

Eric was about to respond but was coughing heavily due to the smoke inhalation.

“Daddy?” Carly asked, worried about her dad’s condition.

“He really needs medical attention. I brought him back here first so we can explain what happened.” Sara said.

Lewis looked at Sara in distress. So far, his house burnt down, his friend is suffering from injuries from said house fire, and Sara’s only option was to bring him back here and then go straight to the hospital!?

He didn’t know what to say instead letting out a frustrated yell. Lewis breathed heavily glaring at Sara, which made her blood run cold. He grabbed Eric and started to walk out the door. “We’ll talk about this when I get back,” Lewis said in a low voice.

Carly, worried for her dad, decided to follow the founder out the door and to Lewis’s car, which was headed straight towards the hospital.

Sara sighed knowing Lewis is gonna blow up at her when he gets back from the hospital.

“Sara,” Oliver spoke up.

Sara turned to see her friend walking over to her.

“Are you okay?” Oliver asked, putting his hands on her shoulder, “Do you need to go to the hospital too?”

“No Oliver, I'm fine,” Sara replied, shaking her head. “I just need to “ Sara was cut off as her eyes turned pink once more…

Sara was at the facility staring at Oliver going through files and secrets inside a closet. A creak was heard as Oliver turned to his friend with a look of fear and betrayal on his face.

“S-Sara?” Oliver asked.

SMASH

Sara stared in horror as a TV slammed into Oliver’s head.

“OLIVER!” Sara screamed as she tackled him to the ground.

Oliver was horrified seeing Sara hug him tight and cry into his chest. “No. No.” She cried.

“S-Sara?” Oliver asked, concerned for his friend.

“Oliver, did you see that?” Wiatt asked.

Oliver glanced at Wiatt, “see what?” He turned and saw Sara lift her head, and in his shock, he saw his friend’s eyes were pink. “Sara! Your eyes!”

Sara sniffled as she wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. “I know. My powers.” She replied.

Wiatt and Oliver looked at each other in shock. Wiatt thought for a bit and answered what Sara’s powers were. “Your powers are time-related, aren't they?” Wiatt guessed.

The female founder nodded in reply. “Anytime someone touches me, I can see a horrible future they’ll suffer.” She explained. “Eric in the fire, and Oliver…” Sara couldn’t say it. It was disturbing even for Oliver.

Oliver was horrified seeing his friend horrified over her powers. If she saw something bad happen to him in the future, he wanted to know what it was but on the other hand, he didn’t. However, curiosity took over and he had to ask.

“What happened to me?” Oliver asked, whispering.

Sara looked horrified Oliver would ask that, and she turned away. “J-Just don’t go into any closets, okay!” She cried.

Oliver blinked and frowned. It wasn’t the answer he wanted, but it was for the best.

The female founder started to calm down and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes. At that point, her eyes stopped glowing pink. “But there’s something else I can do.” She spoke up, as she turned to the boys. “Eric is alive because my powers can stop time.”

This impressed Oliver and surprisingly Wiatt.

“Eric almost died, but somehow I froze time in the area I was in and saved him,” Sara explained.

“It makes sense,” Oliver added.

Wiatt sighed, “Okay, so far the three of us have powers confirmed.” He spoke up. Wiatt faced Oliver, “Oliver, you have electric powers,” then he faced Sara, “You have time powers, and I have protection powers.”

“That leaves Lewis,” Oliver said.

Speaking of the male founder, Sara needed to know when she was gone if Lewis showed signs of his powers. “Did Lewis’s powers happen yet?” She asked.

The boys shook their heads.

Sara sighed, knowing at some point Lewis’s powers would have to appear. What concerned the trio was what kind of power Lewis would have. 

At the hospital, Lewis and Carly were in the waiting room, waiting to hear Eric’s condition. Carly got so worried she ended up falling asleep on Lewis’s shoulder. The founder sighed and decided to stay awake to hear from the doctors about Eric’s condition.

However, Lewis didn’t notice his eyes were cyan as he was calm waiting on Eric’s results.

“Mister Bright?” A nurse asked.

Lewis looked up, “y-yeah?” He asked. “How is he?”

“Well, surprisingly he’s okay.” She replied.

Lewis felt his glasses drop, “w-what?” He asked.

“I mean for someone stuck in a house fire; no smoke inhalation and his legs are working fine.” The nurse explained. “We think maybe he was in shock and that’s why he couldn’t walk.”

Lewis didn’t know what to say, he remembered seeing Eric in bad condition he ended up passing out the second they got to the hospital. By the time they got there, they put Eric on a stretcher and took him off to get treatment. He tried retracing his steps, but nothing.

In the hospital room, Eric was lying down on the bed as he waited for his results. Since being sent to one of the hospital rooms, he stopped feeling pain, which was weird. Though, it could be because he’s lying down.

Soon the doctor came in to tell Eric his results. “Eric Gale?” He asked.

“Y-Yeah,” Eric replied.

“Well we checked your results, and you seem fine.” The doctor revealed.

Eric looked surprised, he felt pain earlier, but now he’s fine. To make sure, he slid off the bed and got up and was in shock that he could walk. “B-but h-how?” He asked. “Earlier I couldn’t!”

The doctor shrugged, “it was quite possible that you were just in shock.” He guessed. “Well, since you're okay. You're free to go.”

“O-Okay,” Eric replied. He got up and left the room, and as he was walking back, he was thinking of how he could’ve healed so easily. The engineer retraced his steps starting with making it to the hospital. His eyes widened remembering something…

Earlier when Eric was in the waiting room with Lewis, the founder kept his hand on his back.

Knowing what the founder trio and their friend have been going through he wondered if Lewis’s power is healing. “I-It can’t be,” Eric whispered to himself. “I know the four have been weird since yesterday, but with Sara seeing into time-“ he paused seeing Lewis talking with the nurse and Carly asleep.

Lewis turned noticing him, and gave a small smile. What Eric noticed was that Lewis's eyes had a tint of blue in them. “Hey, Eric.” He said.

Eric remembers seeing Wiatt’s eyes and Sara’s eyes realized that Lewis’s powers did activate. He put his former student’s powers and his injuries together and realized what Lewis’s powers were.

Lewis’s power was healing.

“What’s wrong darling?” Lewis asked, his eyes turning back to green.

Eric shook it off, “N-nothing.” He replied. “Just, thank you for looking out for me and Carly.”

Lewis smiled, “Thanks, darling.” He replied. He then felt his phone vibrate and saw he got a text from Wiatt. He opened his phone and read through the text.

Hi Lewis. We are meeting at Sara’s place to discuss everything that had happened today.

Lewis texted back:

I’ll be right there darling. I’m gonna drop off Eric and Carly at home first. Also, tell Sara once I get there I need to speak with her privately.

[ratsoh-writes]

Today was actually awful, like I wanna rant about it but if y’all don’t wanna see that just ignore this

Ok so I have a neighbor who used to baby sit me when I was in elementary school. She’d make me top ramen even though my mom wouldn’t let me have it at home. She has my eternal love and loyalty for that.

Anyways now, this lady is like 80-90 something. Old as fkn dirt and the last five years dementia hit hard and she’s basically a toddler with the attention span of a sparrow now. Her daughter is her caretaker, and occasionally I babysit granny (neighbor) while her daughter runs errands . I do this for free cause I fkn love granny, like it’s no problem

Well today granny was having a bad day, she had a fit and started yelling (she has really flip floppy moods but she’s just loud, never violent so I’m not bothered) and when she goes out onto the porch, she heads to her swing seat acting like she’s gonna sit down. I follow cause you know, mandated babysitter/entertainment. Granny then does the fastest old lady sprint ever back inside and locks me out. Not a problem, I have a house key

The. Key. Isn’t. Working.

So I call her daughter, no pick up, I text her, nothing. I’m still outside, I try all keys on the ring in every direction I can think of. Granny is cussing and yelling at her reflection in the tv inside (she has so much beef with her reflection, it’s hilarious). It’s now well over a fucking hour, and I’m still out on the porch praying that granny won’t fall or something till I can get back in. The only reason I haven’t called like the cops or something is cause I can tell she’s not hurt or anything inside.

Finally she lets me in, cause I use the tried and true excuse of needing to pee (“oh go to the bathroom then girl!!”) and I do fkn pee dammit, and by then I was locked outside for about an hour and 15 min. The fallout is she threw all her clothes out of her dresser and undid her daughters bed. I clean up her stuff after slicing her a banana as a distraction, and we eat lunch together cause her daughter still hasn’t come home and it is that time. (she fkn loves fruit)

Well by now daughter is supposed to be home. I’m only supposed to be here for an hour and half. Granny is a happy camper and telling me about the good old days when she pulled all the bitches. Confuses me for my mom a few times, and talks about her son simultaneously being a child but also a father of grown children (she mixes up her timelines too)

Her daughter doesn’t come home for another hour and forty five min. I’m so happy I called work and told them I had a family emergency, cause if not, I would’ve had maybe 20 min to get ready and scream to my students after that shit show. It just wasn’t gonna happen today

Anyways I’m not mad at granny, she has the brain of a guinea pig who just heard it’s owner walk into the kitchen. I’m mad at her daughter who never answered my calls and who didn’t give me a heads up that she was gonna be out nearly two hours over our agreed time. And the reason? She left her mother fucking car in hee dumb freaking hecking ducking car. Like butch I’m watching your biggest responsibility and you just don’t have your phone on you????? What if there was an accident??? If anyone was watching my kid, my phone is in my fkn pocket with the vibrate on just in case. And she doesn’t even apologize

Literally I don’t think I can watch granny anymore, and that freaking kills me cause I adore her. But I don’t trust her freaking daughter anymore. She goes over time all the time, that I always brushed off. But just not having her contact with her, that’s so dangerous. Literally went straight home and just cried for a solid 20 min afterwards cause of how shaken up I was.

Anyways that’s all. Just wanted to rant about it

[aajjks]

choice!JK

“shh~ it’s okay, minho. your sister will be here soon” coos the teacher as she holds him close and rocks him back and forth in her rocking chair. minho’s teacher, ms. green, has been worried sick for minho’s wellbeing ever since his long absence from school. his record depicts him attending a school in daegu for a year before returning back to the elementary in seoul. his aunt insisted the school keep his old contact information but what was strange was that they haven’t seen you since minho returned back.

everyone knew minho lacked parents and the only parental figure in his life was you. a lot of red flags were noticeable but it really became evident in minho’s behavior; you were absent in his life.

she isn’t sure why but it could be that you’re busy. but you always, always picked up calls when it came to minho. this time around, the phone call went straight to voicemail. ms. green was beginning to think the call to mr. jeon was futile seeing as she’s never called that number once and can’t remember who this ‘jeon jungkook’ man looked like but he’s marked as ‘guardian/family friend’ in minho’s file.

but thirty minutes later, a happy voice rings through the classroom calling (she assumes) minho ‘buddy.’ the 6-year old slowly turns around and doesn’t hesitate to jump out of his teacher’s arms and into the mysterious, awfully handsome man.

“j-jungkookie!! i missed you” he cries “wh-wh-where’s noona?”

the teacher is speechless. this man, jeon jungkook is beautiful. she wonders if this ‘guardian’ you marked is your boyfriend or minho’s cousin. “ehem” coughs ms. green to snap out of her gaze on the handsome man. “um, hello. i’m minho’s teacher ms. green. can i see a form of identification? it’s for safety purposes” says a nervous ms. green and jungkook obliges.

he shows the teacher his ID and once she sees it, she hands jungkook minho’s book bag and made sure to place his homework in their.

“um, before you leave, i scheduled a conference to talk about minho’s behavior lately. his aunt has yet to respond but if you could get in contact with ms. y/n or provide a number to contact her that would be helpful. u-uh, also he has a lot of homework to catch up on and maybe you can encourage him to do it”

He has no idea what the teacher is talking about but he’s just busy playing with Minho. The toddler immediately jumped into his arms, and that was the best feeling for Jungkook.

The teacher keeps on staring at him. That’s just creeping him out, but he doesn’t dwell on it. “Oh? A conference? I’ll be sure to let my girlfriend know. Yn his sister is my girlfriend so. Don’t worry about her she’ll be there.” He says, giving her a small smile.

“she’s just been really busy lately, and he was with her aunt so.. I’ll help him out with the homework, Ms….” he doesn’t even know her name.

Minho has nuzzled his face into jungkooks neck, this is a really great feeling because you haven’t told your brother anything about what happened between you two and he hopes that you won’t.

“Hey buddy, do you want to come home with me? Noona is right there.” He coos, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Noona is eagerly waiting for you. I’m sorry she couldn’t be there. She missed you a lot though.” He says to the six-year-old, who’s got fat tears in his eyes

Aw, that hurts Jungkook.

“You’ll be with jungkookie and noona yeah?” He says after he picks up his bag and bids farewell to the teacher. Jungkook makes sure to tuck Minho in to the front seat, with tightening the seatbelt around him.

“Hey, do you want ice cream? We could get some for your noona too- lately she has been in a very bad mood you’ll cheer her up.. I missed you too you know!” he starts his car and they both drive off the ice cream parlor and then finally home to you.

And after roughly an hour or so, Minho is finally smiling and giggling around with Jungkook and he’s really happy to have Minho’s company back.

They are parking back into Jungkooks home, and soon Mrs. min opens the door for the both of them and she’s shocked to see your little brother.

“Hello master Minho!” She greets the toddler who is still lapping onto his ice cream cone.

“Where’s yn. Tell her that Minho is here.”

[fairytaleriots]

Repressing emotions, being ironic...the family business - Chapter 2

Fic summary:

Dave wants to find his Bro, Rose wants to return to her normal live as a college student. Instead they get involved in some rituals, find themselves and a family and maybe save the world. The last part might pose a problem. or Dean Winchester wishes he had what Dave Strider has

ao3

Chapters: 1

Act 1 Chapter 2

“Dave has shown recent attachment to the school the kids are currently at. It’s getting bothersome to hear him complain. Note for the future: draw clearer lines.”

- /home/Folder69/livelaughlove, Bro Strider’s computer files

Your name is Dave Strider and your life is rapidly falling apart. You seem to have lost your brother. You got your sister back, but only for a limited time and with the uncomfortable side effect of her having weird visions from an unknown source. Once you get your brother back you’re gonna have to deal with that and, if he tries to kill Rose, you don’t know what you’ll do. And the traffic on the way to your motel in Chicago is really bad.

You sit in the car in silence. It’s not very in character for you, you know that.  Even when you’re on a job on your own car rides are rarely quiet, you‘re to busy singing along to your tapes, testing yourself on any hunter knowledge that you shouldn't forget by mumbling to yourself or just straight up thinking out loud.  With Rose especially you’re not used to it. Its never quiet with the two of you, you never had trouble finding pointless things to say. You remember hours spend in the backseat of the car making up stories and arguing about music or singing along to whatever was playing while Bro drove. Nights spend in motel rooms, whispering to each other while trying not to wake Bro up.

And yet, after Rose finishes her retelling and you search for the address of the motel she names, neither of you says a word. Once again you can see your family crumbling apart and you desperately want to find something to say that tapes it back together again, but that didn't work out last time either, did it. There’s a part of you that wants to give up and let Rose go back to her new home, without you and there’s a part that hopes this awful, awkward car ride never ends.  There’s a part of you that wants to find Bro as soon as possible, get all of you back together again and a part of you that thinks that if you don’t find him you at least will not have to deal with whatever happens after. 

It takes Rose too long to gather herself and start making fun of your music. The two of you used to  be better at ignoring your problems.

You don’t know what kind of car Bro rented (or stole), when he left the Silverado with you and Rose’ vision didn’t tell you his room number. So there’s no way to break into his room or to know if he’s even still here, without talking to the receptionist. Not that breaking into Bro’s room would ever be a good idea in the first place. Instead you give the receptionist everything you got.

“It’s just so horrible!”, Rose cries out dramatically.  You know she’s not a fan of this and would rather just threaten the receptionist into giving her the information you want, but you don’t know how long you’re staying in the area yet and this way is less likely to end in someone calling security or the police. Less likely, but not unlikely, because Rose loves drama.

“How could he just not show up? My own father! On my most important day! He’s here, isn't he? Can you call him down? Or give me his room number? I just want to talk to him one last time!”

Rose starts some spiel about how Bro was her father, who had not shown up to her wedding day, despite promising to walk her down the aisle alongside her mother. But, because their parents had some sort of fight, he had fled and ruined his daughters big day.  You do your best to look like an angry brother, but not to angry to be of concern, while holding back a grin at the panicked look on the overwhelmed receptionists face, as Rose tearfully unloads years of made up family drama on him.

“I know they have their problems. I know and I would never force them back together. But I thought just for this day I could have my whole family again. Is that so much to ask? Am I a bad daughter for asking them to do this?”, she sobs and looks at the receptionist like he surely has all the answers. 

The receptionist is looking at the door like he is considering just fleeing. You lay a supportive hand on her shoulder. When she starts up again you can practically see him give up.

“Ma'am, why don’t I give you the room number and you can see if you can clear this all up? I’m very sorry about your wedding.” He scribbles a number and a description of how to get there on a piece of paper and shoves it in your hands. Rose starts thanking him profusely, while you gently guide her away.

There’s no answer when they knock, which could mean anything really. So you might have to break  in after all. “You do it”, Rose says, sweeping her hand in a magnanimous ‘Lady’s first’ gesture. “I think you might need the practice after what you did to my window.” “Thanks, your concern for my breaking and entering skills is real touching. I feel so taken care of.”, you deadpan back and then you get to work.

It takes a bit, because Rose learned her security skills from Bro, but he was of course still better than her. This hotel room is more protected than her entire apartment. But, after a lot of fumbling and cursing under your breath, the door swings open to reveal the carefully created chaos, that Bro manages to create in every room he stays in for more than a day. You spend too much time learning the ins and outs of this special organization system, so you could put back anything you needed to borrow from Bro, without him noticing.

The reason nobody answered the door is, because nobody is in the room.  “Should we just wait for him? His stuff’s still here, so he has to come back.”, you suggest. Rose grimaces, before she answers: “ To be quiet honest I would prefer to finish with this sooner rather than later. And who knows when he’ll get back, he has never had sensible time management. Let’s just figure out what the job is, so we can look for him.”

With that she starts rooting through Bro’s stuff and using the opportunity to clean up, folding his clothes and putting stuff where it should typically belong instead of where Bro thinks it should go.  You know for a fact that Rose is not any tidier and constantly leaves her stuff just lying around, a habit she has not grown out of, judging from what you’ve seen of her apartment, but she always did this whenever she had the opportunity. A chance to piss of Bro by destroying his system, under the guise of just wanting to help him. You think Bro thinks it’s funny.

You go start going through stacks of paper, lying next to a chair. Your best bet of finding out what kind of job he’s on is probably his laptop, but there’s no way your getting in there. The stacks are a mix of research, comic sketches, texts written in Latin and, noticeably, the latest chapter of Rose’s wizard fanfiction, printed out and annotated. At some point you stop looking and start reading out the chapter and adding your own commentary, while Rose continues the search. Her face is carefully annoyed, but she doesn’t try to hit you over the head with a blunt object or rip the papers out of your hands, so you assume she’s having fun. 

“… okay, not that I don’t appreciate Zazzerpan and every scene he’s in, but it’s real convenient that he shows up right there. Also, what kind of word is ‘assiduous’ anyway.”

“A good one.”, she interrupts you. “Also shut up, I found some directions. It is possible that he went there today, so we might as well take a look.”

“Fair enough, but I’m taking this with us. I’ll need some entertainment on the way.”  You continue your commentary.

Bro gives a lot of lectures. They’re not really lectures, since they don’t usually include a lot of words, unless he really gets going on a metaphor.  They’re more singular sentences, that fall somewhere between advice and order and are often paired with a slight downward turn of the edge of his mouth or a thumbs down, to communicate disapproval of your actions. Equally often an ass-kicking follows. Sometimes the lecture includes no words at all and is instead an elaborate test of your abilities.

Part of you wonders if this is also a test. Maybe he’s testing how long you stay cool without losing your shit and looking for him. Or he’s testing if you know to come for back up, when he needs you. You don’t know which one or what’s the right course of action and it makes you feel uneasy, but you don’t have a better idea, than to keep doing what your already doing. And there’s a part of your mind that thinks that, if Bro is actually in danger, then coming to help him would surely be worth getting your ass kicked. You ignore that part, along with the uneasiness, because Bro’s to good to get in the sort of trouble he can’t get out of.

One of the lessons Bro keeps repeating is about blending in and staying unnoticed. Alibis, new identities, financial trails. Despite all that, Bro himself is not really subtle. It’s not his fault, he’s simply too cool to stay unnoticed. Also his shades don’t help.

Thanks to that it’s easy to follow his steps, once you picked up his trail, based on the information you and Rose found. Enough people saw him lounging around to give you a direction. Somehow you still end up going in circles three times, until you decide to look under the bridge you’ve been crossing over each turn.  You don’t really see the point in it, since you don’t exactly know what Bro would be doing under a bridge, but whatever. You slide down a muddy hill to get to a more hidden part and you start seeing the point.

Bro is lying in the mud under the bridge. His white polo shirt is stained brown everywhere and it would look like he just slipped and decided to not get up again if it wasn’t for Bro’s own sword impaling him through the sternum. If it wasn’t for the fact that the brown was not mud brown and instead the brown of dried blood.

You want to leave. You want to turn around and make this not be your problem. To just let him lie there and reject this from your mind. You’re not stupid enough to follow through on that instinct. Even if he weren’t your Bro, you’re a hunter and not taking care of a body is asking for trouble. It’d probably be easier, if it wasn’t your Bro. For a very selfish second you think about booking it anyway and letting Rose deal with it on her own. You can’t do that either. You’re her older brother. Her only one now. (Her only one maybe ever)

You look at her and see her squaring her shoulders, before stalking over to Bro. She raises her eyebrows at you and says: “Well, do you want to do the honors?” She waves her hand at the sword that’s still in Bro. In him. You come closer and raise your hand to pull it out and then let it flop down again. Nope. We are not making that happen. No way. Bro never let either of you touch his sword before and you can’t get yourself to now.   Its weird really. The three of you shared everything else, there’s not really another choice when you life in a truck with a family that doesn’t understand the concept of privacy.  You especially shared weapons and didn’t really get attached to any of them, given that they often had to be discarded or broke because of their shitty quality. Your family went through blades like other people went through 5 dollar headphones.  But that sword was always Bro’s sword. You just can’t. You won’t.

Rose doesn’t want to touch it either, so she just starts jostling Bro’s body until it falls out by itself. That should be worse but you can respect it.  More blood spills out once it’s free and you can’t really understand how there can be any more blood. What kind of bottomless mozzarella sticks bullshit is this. Nope, that’s a bad metaphor, retreat, retreat. 

You cant really bury him here and now. Digging an unauthorized grave in the middle of the day would be noticed and so would dragging a bloody corpse through town. In the end, you end up hiding him more out of sight, with the plan to come back once its dark. 

You find a jewish cemetery a reasonable distance away. At some point it feels almost normal breaking into a cemetery, something that only makes it more uncomfortable, not less. You work together to dig the grave without having to discuss it much and both of you are aware that you usually do this to dig someone up, not to bury them. Somehow doing it the right way around feels worse. Nothing about this fits right. It’s not quiet, because words are flowing out of your mouth, but to be honest you don’t even hear what your saying and by the looks of it Rose isn’t listening either. Her face is a mix of blank and furious, if you ignore the rapid blinking of her eyes, as if she's trying not to let the fury slip away. Bro’s burial is good enough to stop any supernatural bullshit, but otherwise wholly practical, impersonal and unsentimental.

You go back to his room after, gather all his things and then get a motel room at a different place under a different name. Rose dumps anything of Bro’s she doesn’t deem important in a corner of your room and curls up with the rest. “We still have to figure out what killed him. If it was that dangerous it might take out more people.”, she says.

“Sure. If we’re lucky Bro has already done most of the research for us and it won’t even be that much of the boring part. Best kind of job.”, you say.  You don’t say that, if this thing was strong enough to kill Bro, the two of you have very little chance against it. Fighting things that are naturally stronger, faster and better than you is what a hunter does. It’s what Bro does. You have no excuse. You get that urge to leave again.

You snatch the jacket you just threw over a chair back up and turn to Rose. “I’ll go ask around what even brought Bro here, while you go through his notes. Do your boring nerd shit or whatever.” You slam the door and maybe leave a little faster than would normally be appropriate of a dude as cool as you.

Asking around gets a lot of information and none of it especially useful. “Oh, are you the partner of that FBI guy? Agent Mathers, the one that asked after Mr. Powell? Did you ask his wife yet? I’m sure you did, you must be very good at your job. And it’s not like I think that she stabbed him! It’s just that I know they had some problems, I could always hear them yelling when I was tending the garden. Not that I was listening, of course. I was still taught manners, unlike whatever Mrs. Fisher two houses down is teaching her young one. He’s constantly prank buzzing here! Can you believe it? But no, I wasn’t listening, they were just always that loud. A disturbance really.”, an older women tells you, followed by every sin anyone in this street has ever committed, including someone leaving up Christmas decorations for too long, which seems to be equal to potentially stabbing your husband.

You convince a group of teens, that you find near the bridge where you found Bro, to tell you what they know and they tell you about more stabbings, which seem mostly unrelated to Mr. Powell. Nobody has any reliable details, but at first glance the victims don’t seem to have much in common.

And there’s no sign of anything supernatural going on either.  No weird circumstances of death, no impossible break ins or missing body parts or blood. Nobody seeing anything weird or the victims having a feeling of being followed before their deaths. Just good, old stabbings, some standard human murder. Why was Bro even following this trail?

When you get back Rose doesn’t look any happier either. “You find anything at all?”, you ask her.

“No.”, she frowns. “Nothing useful in the papers. Didn’t see anything about stabbings either. Anything relevant is probably on the Laptop, but I tried to crack it and didn’t manage.”

“So what now?”

Rose looks contemplative for a moment.  “I don’t think there's anything useful we can do here, for now. There’s really no point in doing all the work Bro did from the ground up again, when everything we need is most likely on the laptop already. I propose that, if we are not able to access the information ourselves, the next logical step would be to find someone who can help with that.”

There were very few people that Bro respected, but Jake Harley was probably one of them. You knew this because 1. Bro never said anything downright insulting about him and 2. most hunters respected Jake Harley. He was the shining paragon of what every hunter should be. Cared about hunting more than anything else in his life and the dude knew how to pretty much handle any type of gun, with an absurd amount of knowledge about the supernatural on top of that. Maybe that’s just the kind of knowledge you get when your in the business that long, but most hunters didn’t get to be that old.

Bro even worked on a few jobs with him and Bro hated working with other people. Even with you, most of the time you were sure that he only let you tag along, because he wasn’t sure you wouldn’t get yourself killed on your own and you’re family. But he worked with Harley voluntarily.

It was on one of these hunts that you and Rose met Jade for the first time. The three of you must have been like 12 years old and Bro and Jake Harley had left you in a relatively safe spot on standby, in case they needed back up, while they went deal with the Mandragora. The rifle Jade was holding seemed almost taller than her, but she didn’t seem to have any trouble handling it or like she was scared. You think that’s a perfectly valid reason to develop a bit of a crush on someone. At some point she had let out a sincere laugh at something you said and nudged you in the side like you had known each other forever and you think that’s an even better reason.

Jake Harley was dead now. It gets even the best ones eventually. But as far as you know Jade’s still active and still as competent as ever, both with her rifle and, more importantly right now, computers. She’s your best shot to crack that laptop.

Bro mostly keeps to himself, since he doesn’t need help often, but there are spots where hunters meet up and Jade visits them quite frequently. When she sees you and Rose walking through the door a big grin spreads across her face and she sprints towards you, trying to pull both of you into a hug at the same time. It’s awkward but warm, just like her. “Dave! Rose!! Your both here! Together.”, she says.

“Yes, my retirement was interrupted by a family emergency.”, Rose explains, trying her best to look dignified while still being hugged and failing miserably.

“Oh no! What happened? Is everything alright?”

“Bro’s dead.”, Rose states. You close your eyes behind your shades just for a moment.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, guys.”, Jade says and looks at you specifically. You just about manage not to turn away. How did you get stuck between two girls who seem to think you’re gonna break any minute. You’re fine. 

“There’s nothing to be done about it.”, Rose states brusquely. “But we would like to find out what happened and we could use your help with gaining access to Bro’s laptop.” Jade immediately smiles at Rose. “Yeah, of course! To be honest I’ve been kind of curious about Bro’s security anyway! Grandpa always says that he’s a real ‘crackerjack’ at computers and I could use a challenge!” At least someone is getting something out of this.

You try to make yourself train while Jade is busy. At first you try to keep her company, but it’s not really your kind of thing and Jade gets a bit frustrated when people can’t keep up.  There’s a few other hunters at this meeting point, but since it’s a bit out of the way, there aren’t that many and they mostly keep to themselves.  Rose took the opportunity to claim a couch in the corner and go through her uni notes. Makes sense, you guess, it would suck if she went back only to fail all her classes.  And she probably misses it. 

The smart thing for you to do with this bit of free time would be to train. It’s what Bro would want you to do. It’s what Bro would make you do.  You can’t bring yourself to, for some reason. So now your sitting on a small wall outside the back of the house, thinking about knife-forms and moves you haven’t quite internalized yet and your body just won’t move. You’re still stuck like that when Jade comes out and sits down next to you.

“All done! This one was tough. But fun! I didn’t look at anything yet, I thought you and Rose probably want to do that.”

As always your mouth is the first part of your body that reconnects to your brain. “What you didn’t take the opportunity to look at Bro’s porn folder?”

The rest of you catches up and you wince. Jade, bless her, just smiles at you indulgently. She definitely has to deal with too much of your shit. 

“The obvious one with the ironic kinks or the hidden one with the more sincere ones?.” Rose follows Jade through the door. Gross. You decide in this moment to get a new sister. Sure, you brought up the porn thing first, but everyone knows that you have don’t think before you speak! Rose is very much thinking and she’s doing it on purpose. Maybe you can trade her in for Jade.

“How the fuck would you even know about Bro’s porn folders? Wasn’t the whole thing here that we don’t know how to get to his files?” Rose smirks knowingly. It doesn’t explain anything. Ugh.

At some point you do accidentally click on porn. Curse Bro for not properly labeling any of his files. How does he find anything? It’s just tons of weirdly labeled files in unlabeled folders. You have to admire your Bro’s dedication to purposeful chaos.  Going through the most recent files you find screenshots from newspapers all over the country. Weird weather, people vanishing, the usual things a hunter looks out for. Eventually you find some police reports about stabbings in the town you found him in. 

There’s still nothing unusual about them as far as you can see. All of them got stabbed through the sternum but that doesn’t mean its anything supernatural. Could just be a dude.  You click through several more files, some of them not even hunting related. One of them is just an anime of the season list. Then you find what your looking for. At first you think Bro took a screenshot of some poor dudes tinder profile, but then you look at his age.

Jack, Demon, 346(?) years old. Hobbies: Stabbing.   You think you found it. Next to you Rose falls over.  Again.

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Step dad - e.m

HELLO LOVES! how is everyone doing? angst to fluff step dad!eddie fic. okay this honestly broke my heart writing but i knew it had to have a happy ending so i hope you all enjoy! don’t forget if you have any requests or if you wanna talk my inbox and dms are open! don’t forget to like and reblog, it means so much to me- enjoy the fanfic loves!

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you had a beautiful daughter, Maggie, who had just turned 7. you had her when you were 18 and at the time you felt like your life was over but that was not the case now, she was the best thing to ever happen to you and you were so grateful that you had her.

you had started dating Eddie when you were 20 and he was 22 making Maggie only 2. to be honest you were terrified to tell Eddie you had a daughter. you'd get stares from everyone in Hawkins, older people, people your age and even a few teenagers who looked at you with disgust. yes, you had a baby at 18 and yes you weren't married and yes you and her father broke up, but, no one was judging him.

everyone only judged you and you hated the differences between how you were treated and how her dad was treated. but when you finally did tell Eddie about Maggie, he was very excited to meet her. he didn't care that you had a daughter, he liked you and you having a baby didn't affect that.

now, 5 years later, you lived together in a beautiful home and had a baby on the way. you loved Eddie and you were so grateful that he and Maggie got along. they were so close and Eddie loved Maggie like she was his own blood and at this point she practically was.

since Maggie had started school, she had been distant toward Eddie and it broke him. the two of them had a special bond and to see her staying away from him was so upsetting. Eddie had picked her up from school and she stormed straight past you. "baby what's wrong?" you had turned around to watch her. she stood at the bottom of the stairs with the biggest frown on her face.

"i asked you to pick me up not him" she shouted making your eyes widen. she had never shouted in her life and this shocked you. she turned and ran up the stairs to her bedroom and slammed her door shut. Eddie walked into the living room with tears filling his eyes. what the hell happened?

he came and sat next to you, his head gently resting on your huge baby bump. his shoulders were slightly jolting, meaning he was definitely crying. "what happened?" you whispered, stroking your hand through his hair. "i just- i've never heard her so mad. she was so angry that i was there to pick her up. i tried to hug her and she just ignored me and walked to the car. i don't even know what i've done wrong"

Eddie never cried. never. not even when he was getting bullied in high school so this was hurting him and you could tell. "it's okay Ed's. she's probably just adjusting to her school and taking it out on you because she loves you. i know it's not an excuse but you haven't done anything wrong baby. don't worry" he sniffled and looked up from your bump.

his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were covered in tears which you quickly wiped away with the pad of your thumb. "i'll speak to her after dinner, try figure out what's wrong with her" you smiled sympathetically at him. he sighed and nodded his head.

-

you and Eddie were waiting for Maggie to come out of her room for dinner. you were going to be sat next to her so maybe she felt comfortable enough to tell you what was going on with her. you were confused. she had always been your sweet baby girl and now she was just horrible.

you heard small patters of footsteps as she finally decided to come out of her bedroom after hours of being in there alone. she came into the dining room and saw you and Eddie sat opposite each other with two plates in front of you with hers next to you.

Eddie didn't want it to be awkward so when he and Maggie caught eyes he smiled softly to her which she completely blanked, making his smile drop completely. he really had no idea what he did. she came and sat next to you, looking down at her plate of food as she listened to you speak to Eddie. "so Ed's, how's David?"

David was Eddie's boss and luckily they both got along well, making Eddie's job a lot easier. "he's okay, gotta work with him tomorrow so i might be a little late but not as bad as last week" last week Eddie had to work extra long shifts as it was Maggie's birthday coming up and you couldn't work due to maternity leave, meaning Eddie was your only source of income for the next few months.

"that's good, maybe next week we could all go to the cinema? wanna go see the film you wanted to watch Mags?" she just shook her head 'no'. you looked at Eddie and frowned.

you turned you attention back to her after Eddie's face filled with confusion. you ran your hand through her hair, tucking the few strands which had fallen onto her face behind her ear. "Maggie, do you wanna tell us what's the matter?" she yet again shook her head 'no' and played around with the food on her plate.

"sweetheart me and mummy just wanna help you, we love you very much-" Eddie was cut off with the sound of Maggie's fork hitting the table, making you flinch. "can you stop acting like you care" she shouted, her eyes looking directly at Eddie. Eddies eyes widened as he listened to what she had just said "i- what? Maggie i do-" he stuttered.

"you aren't my dad and i hate you Eddie. i wish i never met you" she shouted, cutting Eddie off yet again. you sucked in a breath, shocked at how she had just spoken to the one man who was always there for her. "Maggie that is not how you speak to-" your sternness stopped as you heard Eddie's chair slide across the dining room floor and watched as he walked to the front door, his sniffles were loud, he was crying.

Maggie looked down at her lap and fiddled with her fingers. you got up from the table and followed Eddie, allowing her to think about what she had just said. Eddie was a big softie at heart and anytime you'd tell Maggie off for different reasons, he was always the one she would run to so he could give you his best puppy dog eyes and get you to apologise to her.

he was the one who was there when she had a nightmare and she was calling out for him, no matter what time of the morning it was he'd be there to comfort her. he was the one who picked her up from daycare if she was sick because she'd ask for him, it didn't matter what he was doing he'd drop everything and go to her because he loved her.

at heart she was his daughter and he would love her just as much as his own baby who was coming very very soon. "Ed's please wait" you said, watching as he opened the car door but stopped himself just before he got in when he saw you waddling towards him. he had thick tears streaming down his cheeks as he took in every word Maggie had said to him.

you finally reached him and his head fell straight onto your shoulder. "i'm so sorry baby. i'm so sorry she said that to you" you ran your hand through his hair and rubbed his back comfortingly as he sobbed. you had no clue why Maggie would say that. she had always called him 'daddy' from the minute she met him when she was two years old and now she was using his first name? it shocked you.

"i'm gonna go stay with Wayne. just for a few days whilst she calms down. i don't wanna make her uncomfortable" he said looking up from your shoulder, voice strained as he finally started calming down. you went to protest against it but he stopped you. you didn't want him to leave. "it's just for a few days so she can calm down. i'll come straight back when she's ready. i have a few bits at Wayne's but if i need anything else i'll call you first so you can make sure she doesn't see me"

your heart broke. he didn't want to make her uncomfortable when it was actually the other way round. she was making him feel uncomfortable. "i don't want you to go, what if i need you?" you whispered. you could barely sleep because the baby kicked you all night and Eddie was the only one to calm them down. "if you need me to calm down the baby i'll come back and stay until you're asleep but i just think it's best for me to go. she's obviously upset baby and it's best for me to go"

"only for a few days?" you asked, hoping it would only be a few days and not weeks. "a couple of days" he promised, kissing your cheek gently before kissing you properly. "i'll visit you at work tomorrow. we can go for lunch when she's at school" you said watching him nod. he really didn’t want to go. he hated leaving both of you but if it made Maggie feel better he would do anything.

he kissed you one last time before bending down to kiss your bump which was quickly ‘reciprocated’ with vigorous kicks. Eddie smiled and sniffled as you gently wiped your thumbs across his cheeks, getting rid of any sign of tears. he watched as you backed away from the car. the trailer he grew up in was only 10 minutes away from the house you all lived in.

he backed away once he saw you were a safe distance away from the car and blew you a kiss before he sped off down the road, leaving you with an angry Maggie and a kicking baby.

-

a few days had passed and it had been the hardest few days of your entire life. Eddie came back to the house every night just so you could get a least a few hours of sleep before you had to take Maggie to school. it was now a Saturday and all you wanted to do was chill out. the baby had been kicking all the time, your feet were really swollen and your back was killing you.

Maggie had been pretty quiet since Eddie had left and had barely spoken to you unless she really needed something. you were sat watching ‘Dirty Dancing’ when you heard Maggie’s footsteps coming from behind you. “mama” she said biting her nails as she approached you.

when Eddie left you did tell her off. what she said has hurt him and it had also hurt you. it wasn’t a bad telling off but she definitely understood where she was wrong. “hi mags” you smiled, opening your left arm so she could come sit next to you. she sat next to you and sighed before playing with her fingers again.

“i miss daddy” she whispered, looking into your eyes. her eyes were filled with tears and her bottom lip quivered. she was definitely about to cry. Eddie had come back to the house, just not when she was there unless you called him to calm down the baby, but other then that he was either with Wayne or at work.

Maggie had reflected on how she acted and her feelings were obviously to big for her. the actual reason as to why she was so horrible to Eddie was because of what some kids at school were saying to her. it was obvious that Maggie wasn’t Eddie’s baby, she looked nothing like him, and people talked. you knew a few of the mothers who’s kids were in the same class as Maggie and all they did was speak about you and how you were a teen mother.

children also listened, meaning they knew Eddie wasn’t Maggie’s dad and they teased her. your fave was filled with sympathy as you watched your daughter break down after realising how horrible she was to her dad. she had fat tears rolling down her cheeks and loud sobs came from her. she had never ever cried like this.

you pulled her into your arms and kissed her forehead. luckily Eddie was coming back today, the ‘couple of days’ was up and you just needed him here and it seemed like Maggie did too. “i know you do sweetheart” you rubbed her back softly as she sobbed. the poor girl missed him so much and it was showing.

“i’m sorry mama. i’m sorry for being mean” you pulled her closer to you and just let her cry. you knew she was sorry. if she wasn’t she definitely would not be crying like this. it was like the universe had heard Maggie because after a few minutes of her crying the front door opened and Eddie came in.

he could hear Maggie’s sobs from outside the front door and the first thing he wanted to do was just run in there and hug her, but he wanted to respect her boundaries and wait for her to come to him. he walked into the living room and immediately got Maggie’s attention. she pulled away from you and ran straight to Eddie, her arms outstretched so he could pick her up.

“daddy” she sobbed, her face scrunched up as her tears carried on. he picked her up and her arms went immediately around his neck. she’d never hugged him so tight in the 5 years he’d known her. “hi sweetheart” he whispered, kissing the side of her forehead gently.

he walked carefully to the sofa and sat down next to you and made sure Maggie was comfortable. “i’m sorry” she hiccuped, her breathing was irregular from all the tears and sobs. “i know baby, i’m sorry too” Eddie didn’t know what he was apologising for but he did anyway. he wanted her to feel safe. he wanted her to feel loved.

you had told Eddie about the kids at school and he immediately understood. being picked on wasn’t nice and he knew from experience. “i don’t hate you, i love you and i don’t wish i never met you, i wish you were my real dad” Eddies heart melted. his arms tightened around her and he kissed her head one more time.

after a few minutes she finally calmed down and looked up from Eddie’s neck. “i’m really sorry daddy” she said, the only trace of her tears was her stained cheeks and hiccups from where she had gotten herself so worked up. “i know sweetheart. thank you for my apology” he said as she fell back into his chest. you watched the scene unfold in complete admiration and adoration.

Eddie was an amazing father to Maggie and watching the two of them always filled your heart with love, no matter what it was. Eddie took one arm off of Maggie’s back and opened it so you could shuffle across to him. there was one thing Eddie loved and adored and that was time with his two beautiful girls, no matter what happened, he would always be there for you when you needed him.

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One more chance pt. 2

Kylian’s P.O.V.

It’s been two months and y/n was still in coma.

I didn’t know what to do.

I’ve lost hope and faith. The doctors were trying everything but it wasn’t working.

My routine consisted of me going to see her every morning before training, every evening after training and when the nurses let me, I would sleep next to her. There wasn’t much they could do either. They just felt sad for me.

Her family couldn’t stay in Paris for that long so I called her mum every single day. We’ve become pretty close since the accident happened.

This morning, as every morning, I woke up, went to the hospital and then made it to training.

We have a match tonight I want to give 100% of me.

I changed and made it into the field.

Hakimi always checking on me like a brother would do.

I spoke less.

I hardly spoke with my teammates.

I’ve been eating less and training more.

I know it was bad for my health but I couldn’t help it.

After a couple of hours of training we all made it back into the changing room as it was time to go to eat.

I sat on the bench so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t even hear my phone ringing.

Instead Neymar answered for me.

“Ky…it’s the hospital” he said and I didn’t even let him finish that I took my bag and my car keys and got out of the changing room.

Neymar and Achraf following me.

I drove at inhuman speed towards the hospital that I’m lucky the police didn’t even stopped me.

I got into the level she was hospitalised and I saw her doctors and nurses out of her room

“Kylian…” one of the doctors said coming towards me.

“What is going on?” I said almost screaming.

“She’s getting worse…not even the machine is helping her to breathe, we tried everything…”

Where they thinking what I was thinking?

They wanted to turn off the machine and let her die?

“So?” I asked already knowing the answer.

“It’s been more than two months and, as much as we want her to wake up we don’t know if she’ll ever be able to do it…the machine could help someone who needs it” the doctor tried to explain to me

“Who needs it more than her?” I cried, Neymar grabbing my shoulders because I wanted to punch the doctor straight in the face.

“Kylian…” on of the nurses tried talking to me but I wouldn’t listen to her.

“No! You can’t do it! You…you need my consent to do it”

“Since you’re not married you can’t make this decision, otherwise her family has already decided”

What does it mean?

In that exact moment I saw her mom coming out from y/l’s room.

“Y/m/n” I called going towards her “tell me this isn’t your idea! Tell me you didn’t tell them to do it!”

“Kylian…” she said crying “she won’t wake up and you know it, she’s in pain and I can’t see her like this”

“How can you say this? She’s your daughter! You’re killing her!” I screamed grabbing her from her jacket.

She flinched a bit but I didn’t care.

Neymar and Achraf had to grab me by my shoulders because I was getting violent.

“As her mother I already have made that decision and there’s nothing you can’t stay that’ll change my mind…” she said leaving the hospital.

“When?” I asked the doctors.

“Tomorrow” they said before leaving me alone.

I was going to lose her forever.

I knelt down in the middle of the ward and I started crying harder.

Neymar and Hakimi knelt down with me and tried to support me but it wasn’t working since they started crying too.

It took me almost 40 minutes to calm down.

How could I say goodbye to the person I love the most?

I wasn’t ready.

How could her family do something like this to her?

“You good?” Neymar asked me while I was sitting outside of the hospital.

I simply nodded.

One night.

That’s what they gave her.

That’s all the time I have left with her.

I wanted to stay with her so I asked the doctors if I could spend the last night of her life with her. I tried to fight but I got tired. I knew this pain will never end.

Then night came.

“Hi babe…” I said entering her room.

Her face has recovered from all the bruises and just had a few scars.

I sat next to her holding her hand as I always did.

“Do you remember the first time we met? You were visiting Paris all by yourself and one night you got lost and you didn’t have anybody to call” I said laughing a bit “you kept asking people for directions but most of the wouldn’t even answer you, till you asked me in which direction you had to go…I honestly had no idea where you needed to go but I helped you” I remembered now fully crying “It took us 45 minutes to get to your hotel and that same night I gave you my phone number, you know, just in case…and the next morning you called me asking if I knew any good restaurants…that was the moment I knew I was in love with you…” I placed my head over her chest and laid there “your light and kindness made me fall in love with you, your beautiful eyes and smile, you’re the love of my life and always will be” I kept sobbing “so please, I’m begging you come back to me baby, please….please I-I can’t live without you.”

But nothing.

She wasn’t even moving.

That night I fell asleep on that uncomfortable chair holding her hand when around 3 am some weird noises woke me up.

I couldn’t focus, everything was dark and my eyes were heavy and red.

And that’s when I felt it.

Her hand slowly moving into mine.

I didn’t know if I was dreaming or if it was reality.

She coughed a bit and that’s when I knew she was awake.

“Kyky?” she tried to said in a very soft voice I wasn’t even sure I heard it right.

“Ky?” she called me again.

“Hey-hey…shhh” I said standing up and turning on the lights.

“Ky what happened?” she asked and that was when I saw her, it wasn’t a dream she was really awake.

“Shhhh…you’re okay…you had an accident but you’re awake now” I said now fully crying but tears of joy “it was a very bad accident, I almost lost you…” I tried to explain but she looked scared and confused.

“What?” she asked

“You’ve been in a coma for two months, I thought I lost you forever” I said holding her hand and kissing her gently.

She was still processing the informations I gave her. She was confused and scared…

“Two months?” she asked now crying. I nodded.

She tried to move her back a little bit but I stopped and run out of the room to call a doctor.

“Stay here…” I told her leaving her room.

After hours and hours of exams y/l was told she needed to stay a few more days at the hospital but that her injuries were almost recovered. Her broken leg and ribs recovered. Her concussion was still to keep an eye on but nothing major. The doctors couldn’t explain how she went to almost dead to being alive in so little time.

They said it was the medicine.

I said it was a miracle.

Now I was helping her standing up. She hasn’t walked for two months and now she could already felt her legs but the doctors said it was normal.

When her legs touched the floor they both gave up.

“I got you” I said catching her and helping her to get dressed “I always got you” I kissed her and God, how much I missed those lips. She smiled a bit into the kiss and so did I.

The next week came and I finally brought her home. She still needed help walking but I didn’t mind. I could carry her for the rest of my life.

“I’m so happy to be back home!” she said happily while i put her on the couch covering her up with a fluffy blanket.

“I’m so happy to have you back home, this place was so sad without you” I told her while I sat behind her and hold her. I started kissing her neck in the spot I know she loved.

“Kyky…” she said almost moaning my name.

I knew I had to stop before I hurt her more. She was still fragile and in pain but I couldn’t contain my happiness in having her back.

Instead I laughed into her neck and held her tight.

One thing I know for sure is that she’s never gonna drive a car again in the rest of her life.