#and decided to hide it by questioning if it was from the new pill I'm taking (the one I had always taken and just took a 6 months break from

[raulfernandez]

Every single fucking time I think my mum had gotten over bodyshaming me she finds something new to be upset about cause wtf did my ankles do to her

[merrybloomwrites]

I Hear Them Calling (Chapter 4)

Story Summary: Alpha Harry Styles and omega Y/N Y/L/N meet under less than ideal circumstances. Overtime their paths will cross and they will be drawn to one another in ways they never expected.

Chapter Summary: After battling the symptoms of touch deprivation for weeks, Y/N sees Harry again in Chicago and he helps her deal with the worst of it.

Previous Chapters: Prologue ; Chapter 1 ; Chapter 2 ; Chapter 3

Word Count: 4.9k

Y/N POV

“You haven’t had a nightmare in 4 days?” Rachel asks.

“Nope!” You reply happily, taking a sip of your iced caramel latte. You and Rachel both have a free afternoon and decided to meet at a local cafe. You feel so much better than you had for the last few weeks that you felt confident to order a different drink. No tea that reminds you of Sarah, no hot chocolate that makes you think of Harry.

“And you’re not using those coping mechanisms you mentioned?”

“Haven’t needed them in days.”

“And you’re still not going to tell me what they were?” You blush at this question, embarrassed by the truth.

“No, that secret may come with me to the grave,” you joke.

Rachel looks at you, slightly worried and says, “It was safe right? You weren’t like, drugging yourself to sleep were you?”

“Oh God no!” You reply with a laugh. “Nothing like that, I swear.” Though you think to yourself that Harry’s scent in its direct form would probably be so delicious that it would act like a drug to you.

“Okay, I trust you,” Rachel says. “So, have you heard from Harry?”

You sigh, slightly disappointed by the answer you have to give. “Not since the night of the concert. I’m sure he’s been busy.”

“Maybe you should text him first.”

“And maybe you are out of your mind. No way. And before you say anything, it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm the girl or he’s the alpha or any of that sexist bullshit. It has everything to do with the fact that he’s Harry Styles.” You whisper the last part, aware that you’re in public and anyone around could hear the conversation.

“So what if he’s Harry Styles?”

“What would I even text him?”

“You could start with ‘Hi, how are you?’”

“Very funny. I mean, I guess I could. Maybe. I’ll give it a couple more days.”

“Waiting for him to leave the area?”

“Something like that,” you reply.

“Speaking of procrastinating things,” Rachel says teasingly, “have you called your doctor yet? To find out why that alpha knew you’re an omega even though you’re on suppressants and scent blockers?”

“Okay, that I did not procrastinate on. I called her but I can’t get an appointment until November.”

“Seriously?”

“Yea. I mean there aren’t a lot of doctors who specialize in omegas, so they’re always booked. Anyway, she said that my body has probably just developed a resistance to the pills. She’ll try to change my regimen after the appointment and told me to use the spray on neutralizers until then.”

“That sucks.”

“It does. I am so not looking forward to changing meds. It takes awhile to find the right combo and then there’ll be all new side effects. But it’ll be worth it.”

“I wish omegas didn’t have to hide who they are.”

“Me too. But that’s just how it is now.”

From there the conversation turns to lighter topics until you part ways to continue your day.

Another week passes and you still haven’t heard from Harry. On top of that the bad dreams come back, along with the restlessness, and chills. You’ve started using the old coping mechanisms again, which barely work this time around.

The morning after his final show in New York City, your social media is flooded with videos of him receiving his banner at Madison Square Garden. If there was any time to reach out to him, now was it. He said he wanted to be friends, right? A friend would absolutely congratulate him on this achievement.

It still takes you forever to type out the message, and ever longer to find the courage to press send. It’s nearly noon by the time you text Harry, “Congrats on the banner!”

It’s a simple sentence, just four words, and you still find a way to overthink everything for the two hours it takes Harry to reply. You’re taking a walk, grateful once again that you work on your own schedule and can take a break when you need one. And right now, you need one. Because you texted a celebrity and he still hasn’t answered and you for sure made a complete fool of yourself.

You stop dead in your tracks when your phone buzzes and Harry’s name appears on your screen.

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Can’t believe I got such an honor. How are you? What are you up to?

There’s a bench nearby and you sit to reread his message five times before replying.

To Harry Styles: You deserve it! I’m good, just out for a walk. How about you?

The next message comes in much faster.

From Harry Styles: I’ve been doing well. Took it easy this morning, currently enroute to Texas for the next shows.

You can’t help but feel disappointed that he’s no longer just a city away. You know it’s silly, but it was nice that he was so close by.

To Harry Styles: Enjoy Texas!

From Harry Styles: Thank you! Have you ever been?

To Harry Styles: Once, in college. Went to San Antonio with some friends.

From Harry Styles: That’s a great city, love the river walk there!

And so, you and Harry Styes became friends who text each other about random things. You talk throughout his flight to Texas, and sporadically over the next couple of weeks. It never gets very deep, all surface level conversations, but it’s nice. You feel like you’re getting to know the real him, and he’s getting to know who you are as well.

The texts from Harry are the high points. The low points are, unfortunately, very low. The hot chocolate, and roses, and forest smelling candles are no longer helping you. Bad dreams happen almost every night, you’re constantly cold, and there’s an itch under your skin that just won’t go away. The voice in the back of your brain is telling you it’s touch deprivation, but you refuse to admit that to yourself. You’ve never needed an alpha, and you refuse to depend on one now. So no, you do NOT have touch deprivation.

You’re checking your email, and you see that there are still spots open for a job training opportunity in Chicago. You rarely go to these, but it’s been a while, and you think maybe it would be good to go. There are always new types of data software, and you found the last two training courses you attended to be pretty informative.

Looking at the dates you notice the course is the following Thursday and Friday. In Chicago. You also notice that Harry will be doing shows there at the same time. You don’t admit that’s what seals the deal for you, but it totally is.

After registering and setting up your flight and hotel reservation you send a text to Harry. You casually mention that you’ll be in Chicago the following weekend. You’re surprised when your phone starts to ring, and Harry’s name is on the screen.

You answer the phone and he’s first to speak, saying, “You’re gonna be in Chicago?”

“I am!” you reply, matching his excitement.

“Can you come to my shows?”

“Which days are they again?” You ask this to try and seem like less of a stalker.

“I’ve got one Thursday, Friday and Saturday. You’re welcome to come to as many of those as you want,” he answers.

“I think Thursday is an all-day thing, so I won’t be able to come to that one. The training ends with dinner on Friday evening so I think I could make it just in time for the concert.”

“Ok great, and Saturday?”

“I am free all-day Saturday. My flight back home is Sunday afternoon.”

“Wonderful. I’ll have tickets for you for those two shows. That is, if you want to come of course.”

“Harry, I absolutely want to come.”

“Then the tickets are yours. All the details will come from Jada. I’d be a mess without that girl.”

“You paying her well?” you ask jokingly.

“She’s compensated handsomely, I promise,” he replies with a laugh.

“Happy to hear it.”

“I uhm- it sounds like you won’t be able to come before the show Friday, correct?”

“Unfortunately, no. I’ll probably get there right before you go on.”

“Forgive me if this sounds forward, but would you want to hang out after? It would have to be at the hotel, I can’t really be out in the city after a concert.”

“Totally understand that. And yea, I’d love to hang out after.”

“Great! I’m staying at the Nobu Hotel.”

You quickly look it up and see that your hotel is close by.

“No way!” you reply. “I’m at the Crowne Plaza like, two blocks away.”

“Well, that’s convenient. I’ll make sure there’s a car to take you to Nobu after the show Friday if that works for you?”

“Yea that would be great. I’d love to hang out!” You cringe, hoping that didn’t come off too strong.

“I’d love to hang out as well. Listen I have to go to sound check for tonight’s show. I’ll text you soon. And look out for the email from Jada, it’ll have all the info you need.”

***

Harry POV

“You’re extra happy today,” Elin says as Harry bounces around the venue smiling so big that both dimples are showing.

“I am!” He replies. “Thanks for noticing!”

“What’s got you in such a good mood?” Sarah asks. “Because it’s definitely not how this sound check is going.” She has a point there. No less than a dozen things have gone wrong since they started, leading them to take a break while the sound techs work out a few problems.

“Just talked to a friend who will be in town next week.”

“Oh I see,” Mitch says. “So Y/N will be here?”

“Yes, and she’ll be coming to the shows Friday and Saturday. I can’t wait to see her!”

“Aw, someone’s got a crush,” Pauli says.

Harry ignores the teasing from his band members and says, “Honestly I’ve been a bit worried about her. I’ve just had this feeling that keeps getting worse.”

“Why do you think it has to do with Y/N?” NyOh asks.

“I mean, I don’t know for sure. But we’ve talked on the phone a couple times, and she always sounds exhausted.”

“I’m sure she’s alright,” Sarah says reassuringly.

“I know, I just can’t help it.”

“I completely get that,” Sarah replies softly, looking towards her mate.

“Fixed it!” One of the sound techs calls out, effectively cutting off the conversation as Harry and the band get back to work.

***

Y/N POV

The next week passes in what feels like slow motion. Every hour drags on. Your apartment building hasn’t switched from air conditioning to heat yet, so you’re constantly wearing layers of warm clothes and burrowing under blankets. The itch under your skin only gets worse, spreading to new areas each day until there’s a maddening tingle throughout your whole body.

Amelia drops you off at the airport Wednesday afternoon. You know she can tell that something is wrong, but you don’t offer an explanation, so she doesn’t pry for details.

You put on your mask before walking into the terminal. It’s a habit leftover from the pandemic, and also a great way to block out the potential strange scents. Alphas and omegas might be rare, but there’s always a chance a few will be around in such a crowded place. You’re extra sensitive to smells at the moment due to the touch deprivation that you’ve finally admitted you have. But it’s mild. Totally manageable. Not a problem.

The plane ride and subsequent train trip and walk to the hotel is exhausting. You stop and grab some food on the way. After checking in you immediately eat your quick meal, take a hot shower, and crawl into bed.

You’re almost asleep when your phone digs with an incoming text. You’ve already texted your family and friends letting them know you’re at the hotel, so you’re annoyed that someone is interrupting your sleep.

That is, until you see who the message is from. Harry’s name pops up with a text asking if you made it safely to Chicago. You practically melt at how sweet it is that he’s checking in on you. You send a quick reply before immediately falling asleep.

The first day of the training session is typical- informative, but boring. Harry’s show is still going when you get back to the hotel, so you watch on a livestream. You’re still exhausted and fall asleep before it’s over.

Waking up the next morning is difficult. Your body feels heavy, like your bones are filled with lead. The chills seem worse than ever and you’re grateful you packed yourself a heavy sweater to wear that day. Not only is it warm, but it covers up the marks from where you’ve been scratching at the skin on your arms due to the incessant itching.

You have trouble concentrating on the training throughout the day. There was one alpha there, and he was somehow in every single session you attended. He didn’t have a bad scent per se, but his presence alone became overwhelming.

By the time the sessions are over, you feel exhausted. You debate skipping dinner altogether but know you at least need some food before you can start your walk to the United Center. The alpha, whose name you’ve learned is Andy, sits next to you at dinner. He seems nice enough, you don’t feel threatened by him, but you still want to finish dinner and get away from him as quickly as possible.

Once dessert is over you grab your bag, ready to escape. Andy stops you before you go, asking for your number. Without thinking you quickly say, “I have a boyfriend,” and hastily leave the restaurant.

You’re not far from the venue, only a few blocks away, and you’re so out of it that you barely notice where your legs are taking you. It only takes fifteen minutes to get there, but you’re on edge the whole time. Glancing at your watch you see that it’s just before 8PM, meaning Harry should still be backstage.

You’re tired, and dizzy, and a little fuzzy, but knowing you’re so close to seeing Harry again has you moving faster than you thought possible. You’ve even built up a slight sweat, and you feel warm for the first time in weeks causing you to roll up the sleeves of your sweater.

As you approach the building you hear your name being called. You turn to see Jada running up to you.

 “I didn’t think you’d be here so early! Glad I was talking to one of the security guards, you walked right past the entrance,” she says.

You smile as she hands you your VIP badge and leads you inside.

“Harry has a few minutes before he needs to finish getting ready. He’ll be glad you made it before he goes on, I know he’s been dying to see you,” Jada says, causing you to blush.

“Well, I can’t wait to see him either,” you reply.

She knocks on a door which opens a second later. The first person you see is Mitch, who gives you a hug as he says, “Hey kid, good to see you again.”

“You too!” you answer, somewhat surprised by the warm greeting.

Sarah’s there too, pulling you in to a hug next. The moment her arms wrap around your shoulders, you’re overcome with a wave of dizziness. Black spots flash in your vision and you blink rapidly to try and clear them.

“You okay, love?” she asks as she lets go and takes a step back.

After a couple deep breaths you answer, “I’m good. Practically ran here from dinner, still catching my breath I guess.”

Harry, who’s been quietly watching you quickly walks to the fridge and grabs a water bottle. You reach out your hand so he can pass it to you, and see his eyes focus on your arm. There’s no way he missed the angry red scratch marks there, but you immediately pull your sleeves back down to hide them anyway.

“Can we have a moment?” Harry asks, causing Mitch, Sarah, and Jada to promptly exit and close the door behind them. He motions to the couch, and you’re reminded of the last time the two of you were in his dressing room together.

Like the last time, you sit next to each other, but he seems to be giving you more space. This confuses you. If he’s so excited to see you, why didn’t he greet you with a hug like everyone else? And why is he so far away now? And why does he seem so serious instead of happy?

“Y/N, I have a question, and it’s kind of personal, but I’d like you to answer honestly,” he starts.

“Okay,” you reply, taken aback by this turn of events.

He’s quiet for a moment, seeming to think of exactly what he wants to ask. Finally, he settles on, “Where did those scratches come from?”

“My arms were itchy,” you reply. Not a lie, though probably not the full truth he’s looking for.

“And the dizziness? Cause I don’t think it was from your walk. You seemed fine until Sarah touched you. Until an alpha touched you.”

You know what he’s getting at. He’s no dummy. Just minutes after seeing you he’s figured out what you’ve been hiding for weeks. Hiding from everyone, including yourself.

He watches you, and you know he’s waiting for an answer. But you can’t think of one to give him. So, he continues, “Y/N, I think you have touch deprivation. Is that fair to say?”

You let out a shuddery breath and nod. “Yea, that’s fair to say.”

“It seems pretty severe.”

You finally decide to open up, saying, “It’s been getting worse the past couple weeks. I don’t think my meds are working anymore, and the soonest doctors appointment I could get still isn’t for a couple weeks.”

“I’m worried you’re close to a drop. Like, any minute now. Or that you’ll go under if I touch you. You realize that you were close with Sarah, right? That if you’d stayed in contact with her, or if she’d released any pheromones you’d be in a full drop right now?”

Part of you wants to snark back, yell at him for going full alpha male and acting like he knows your body better than you. But the problem is, he’s right. It’s been so long since the last time you dropped that you forgot what it’s like. You forgot what the signs are.

But now that he’s pointed out the obvious, you really start to feel it. He sees as you deflate, starting to fold in on yourself. His hand reaches out, wanting to comfort you in some way, but he can’t. He can’t risk sending you into a drop, not when he has a show to do in just twenty minutes.

“You’re right,” you finally say. “I didn’t realize it. I thought I was handling it, that I could make it to my doctor’s visit and get new soothers and I’d be okay. I just don’t know what to do if I don’t have meds that work.”

“I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

You finally meet his eyes and see that he’s completely serious.

After a moment you nod and reply, “Okay.”

“Okay? You’ll let me help?”

“Yes. I don’t know what else to do. And uhm, I trust you. You’re a good person, Harry. A good alpha.”

He smiles at your words before glancing at the clock and saying, “I have to finish getting ready in a minute. I’d still like to hang out after the concert. I think it might be healthy for you to do a drop with me there, if you’re comfortable with that?”

“I mean, I don’t like dropping. It’s only happened to me twice before and I was alone each time, so they weren’t good experiences. But maybe it will be different if you’re there?”

“I can help you through it, if you’ll let me.”

“What would you do to help? Like, how do alphas help omegas through that?”

“It depends on what you consent to but ah, I would hold you, help you get the touch your omega needs. Most alphas will scent the omega. It lets them know that they’re not alone, that someone is there protecting them, keeping them safe while they can’t do so themselves. I’d also release calming pheromones to keep your omega relaxed.”

“Okay. I’m okay with all of that. I’d like that,” you answer. Truthfully you’re a bit nervous. Harry Styles has just offered to hold you, to scent you for goodness sakes. That’s incredibly intimate. But you’ve felt so awful for weeks, and there are still weeks to go before you can get new soothers. And this is kind of a dream come true.

“Do you want to stay here for the concert? You can hang in here or go to the VIP box. Or you can head to the hotel now and take it easy if you’d like,” he says.

“I’ll stay in here if that’s alright,” you reply.

“It’s more than alright,” he answers. “And if at any point you want to get out of here just text Jada. She can arrange a ride back to my hotel and I’ll meet you there after the show. Or if you change your mind she can get you a ride back to your hotel too.”

“Thank you, Harry. For everything.”

“Of course. I know I don’t know you all that well, but I care about you. Anyway, I uhm, need to get dressed so I’m just gonna step into the bathroom for a moment.”

“I can go in the hall for a minute, get out of your way-”

“Nonsense. You’re not in the way. I’ll be right back.”

Harry finishes getting ready, and you make yourself comfortable on the couch. A couple of people come in, touching up his hair and make-up and before you know it he’s heading to the stage.

You watch on the screen in the room for the first few songs. After a while Jada joins you and you ask if you can watch from the VIP section for a bit. It goes well until Harry and the band take a break. You’d been so focused on the music that you were distracted from everything else around you.

But now all you can hear are all the other people, and it’s overwhelming. It becomes difficult to breathe, and you start to see dark spots once again.

You turn to Jada, and she immediately leads you back to the dressing room.

“Do you want to wait for Harry, or do you want to leave now?” she asks.

“I think I should go,” you reply.

“To your hotel, or his?”

“Harry’s, please.”

“Okay, wait here, I’ll get the car and come back for you in a minute.”

You sit back on the couch, seeking out Harry’s scent to calm you, but it’s barely noticeable.

Jada comes back and you follow her to the car. It’s a quiet ride to the hotel, and once there, she goes with you to the suite.

His room is on the top floor. It’s big, basically a full apartment, and you stay in what seems to be the living room. Jada sits on the couch with you, and you say, “I feel like you have more important things to do than babysit me.”

She laughs and says, “It’s not babysitting. I like hanging out with you. And you’re a priority to Harry. Which makes you a priority to me.”

The two of you lapse into a comfortable silence for a while until Jada’s phone buzzes. “Shows over,” she says. “Harry’s just getting changed and then he’ll be here soon. He said you can borrow some of his clothes if you want to get comfy.”

You hesitate and she adds, “I have no problem going through his stuff. I can grab you some clothes if you want.” You laugh at that and nod.

A short while later you’ve changed into a pair of Harry’s sweatpants, as well as a t-shirt and hoodie. They smell like him, and you shamelessly inhale the scent you’ve been craving for weeks. The suite door opens, and Harry walks in, looking incredibly cozy in his own pair of sweats.

“Thank you, Jada,” he says. “Get some rest, you’ve earned it.”

“Night guys,” she says as she leaves the room.

You’re left alone with Harry. It feels different, here in his hotel room, surrounded by his belongings, while you’re wearing his clothes.

“You left early,” he says.

“Sorry,” you reply.

“Don’t be. I’m just worried as to why you left.”

“I was just overwhelmed. Needed some quiet.”

“I understand. Y/N, are you ready for this? You still seem on the edge of a drop.”

“I’m ready.”

“And have you changed your mind about anything? Or is it okay if I hold and scent you through this?”

You pause for a moment, scared at how vulnerable you’re about to be. “I haven’t changed my mind. I want you to do that. I trust you.”

He takes a step towards you. “Thank you, for trusting me. We’ll probably be more comfortable in the bed.”

“Lead the way,” you say.

It’s awkward at first, the two of you sitting next to each other in his bed, backs resting against the headboard.

He turns to you and says, “Can I hold you now?”

You nod, and his arms wrap around you, pulling you until you’re tucked under his chin and resting against his chest.

Everything starts to get fuzzy, and you feel yourself losing consciousness. It’s an unsettling feeling, but you know that Harry is there to help you through this.

The last thing you hear before it all goes black is Harry calmly saying, “I’ve got you. Let go. It’s okay. You’re going to be okay.”

Harry can’t describe the helplessness he feels as you go limp in his arms. He doesn’t allow himself to stress, or panic, knowing that his emotions will impact you. Instead, he takes some calming breaths and thinks through everything he knows he needs to do in this situation.

He hears you whimper quietly as you start to shiver, and he doesn’t hesitate to soothe you. It takes some maneuvering, but soon you’re both laying down in the bed. He tucks his nose into your neck and begins to scent you, releasing calming pheromones until you relax.

It continues this way for the next couple of hours. Harry holds you, and scents you, his nose rubbing against the gland in your neck. During one moment when you seem particularly distressed he can’t help but place kisses there to soothe you faster.

Finally, you start to stir. It takes longer than Harry had anticipated, so he’s relieved when your eyes meet his after hours of being closed.

“Hey there,” he says with a soft smile.

“Hi,” you answer groggily. “How long?”

“Couple hours. Your inner omega needed the rest. Now you need some too. Go to sleep, I’ve got you.”

It’s the same words he said before you dropped. You wish you could hear that all the time. No one has cared for you before, not like this. It feels good, but you remind yourself not to get used to it. Still, you curl into his embrace, enjoying every moment of contact with Harry that you can get.

The next thing you know, it’s late morning. You’re still cuddling against Harry, and his deep breaths indicate he’s still sleeping.

You feel amazing. You’re nice and warm, your mind is clear, and the constant itch and restlessness are nonexistent. You’re extremely grateful, but at the same time, you’re annoyed that you need to depend on another person just to feel normal. But you don’t dwell on that. Because Harry is starting to stir next to you.

“Hey,” he says when your eyes meet his. “How do you feel? Sleep okay?” God, you could melt at the gravelly sound of his morning voice.

“I’m good. Feel better than I have in a long time. And according to that clock, I slept wonderfully.” The two of you laugh, seeing that it’s nearly noon.  

“I was hoping to treat you to a nice breakfast, but I guess I missed the window on that,” Harry says, continuing to laugh with you. “I do still have plenty of time before I need to be at the arena. Would you like to spend the afternoon with me exploring Chicago?”

“I’d love to,” you reply. His face breaks out in a huge smile before he leans down, once again running his nose along your scent gland. You go limp at the feeling, happily submitting to him.

You don’t think about the fact that this is temporary. That you leave to fly home tomorrow afternoon. That you’ll be without his alpha scent once again.

Instead, you think about the hours you have ahead of you, hours to spend with Harry. Nothing could be more perfect.  

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AN: Thank you so much for reading! This was one of the scenes I imagined when I first thought of the story and I'm so happy that it's finally shared with you all!

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ghost stories (tate langdon x reader)

a/n: FIRST OCTOBER FIC LET'S GOOO

It was the beginning of October when my family decided to move into our new house. I was already in love with it, even though my mom said it made her feel depressed by just looking at it.

It was much bigger than our previous home, so the exploring part made me excited. We dropped our bags and I immediately went to see each room.

It was getting pretty dark but I didn't bother turning on the lights. The air smelled of rain as I entered one of the rooms. It looked like it belonged to a boy, probably around my age. There were a lot of records of many different artists, some books and even an empty hamster cage.

"What are you doing in my room?" I turned and almost screamed when a boy appeared behind me. He looked young, with blond curls and pretty brown eyes.

"What are you talking about?" I finally asked when I gathered myself.

"This is my room." He was still not answering my question.

"We just moved in, and I don't know what are you talking about or how you even managed to get in without us noticing but if you plan on staying, I suggest you explain that to me."

And he did explain. But how was I supposed to believe him that he was a ghost who died in this house and is trapped in here forever?

"Prove it." I crossed my arms.

"Fine," he almost rolled his eyes. Then he disappeared. Like literally. From thin air.

"What the fu—" But then he appeared. I shook my head in disbelief and started to laugh. "Oh my god, that's so fucking cool."

"You think so? I'm Tate, by the way." He looked genuinely happy to introduce himself to me.

And so I became friends with one of the ghosts that lived in our house. We talked most of the time, he made fun of my music taste and made me listen to Nirvana (which I surprisingly liked). I read to him sometimes and he listened. He was an amazing listener.

But my parents didn't know about him and I meant to keep it that way.

He was okay with that and it was pretty easy to hide him. I mean whenever we were in my room and someone tried to come in, Tate just had to disappear.

The more we hung out, the closer we became. Sitting beside each other on my bed turned into him laying between my legs while I did my homework and he listened to his music. But we never tried to point that out. At least I haven't.

I pretended not to notice him drawing circles on my skin or playing with my hair, his hands wandering carefully, trying not to be too obvious. That made me feel...something. Something towards him. I hated it because we had such great friendship and admitting my feelings would just ruin it.

Until one night I was pissed about my school and I was just rambling to him, saying the worst stuff I could about everything and I had a feeling that he was trying not to laugh at me, but I didn't care.

He called me to join him on my bed and take a break from studying because it was getting late. For the first time, I listened to him.

And at some point, both of us fell asleep. I was exhausted and my body was screaming thank you when I finally closed my eyes.

But in the middle of the night, I woke up in panic because I never planned to fall asleep. I didn't even finish all my work!

In all my distress, I woke up Tate and he looked at me with his adorable sleepy eyes while I ran around the room and gathered all my books. He realized what I was doing and immediately stood up with intention to drag me back to bed.

"No, Tate, I have to finish this!"

"Relax. You need sleep. It's three in the morning."

"Yes, but how will I sleep when I know I left half of my assignments unfinished?"

He smiled innocently at me while I looked at him, not understanding his sudden mood change.

"I can help you fall asleep. If you want to." I looked at him, then at my books.

I was still confused. "I do, but...You have sleeping pills or something?"

At that he grinned at the floor and my chest fluttered.

"Let's just get to bed. I'll show you, but you have to relax." I couldn't hear a thing in that moment, not even the rain, not the pounding in my chest. I wasn't oblivious anymore. I knew what he meant and I still let him do whatever he pleased.

In seconds I was on bed with Tate slowly climbing on top of me. My face was burning and I couldn't see straight, but I didn't move.

He slowly put his hand on my pants, tucking his fingers beneath the waistband. "May I?"

I just nodded, not being able to form a proper sentence, but it was enough for him to take both, my pants and my underwear down.

His dark eyes were literally glowing while his mouth watered at the sight of me. Tate spread my legs and lowered himself enough to reach my aching cunt.

He looked up, smiling innocently before he went to work. His tongue licked me, up and down and I immediately grabbed his blond locks for support. He repeated the movement and it made me want to let out ungodly sounds, but I remembered we weren't alone and my parents were probably sleeping. If they found us like this, with Tate's head between my legs and my fingers in his hair...I would be joining Tate at being dead.

He put one finger in while his tongue circled my swollen clit and I accidentally pulled his hair. He let out a soft groan and I almost smirked for myself. I did it again and Tate groaned into me.

He didn't plan on stopping, apparently. Tate wanted me to see stars. I just wasn't sure how was this going to help with my sleep. I felt like I wasn't going to be able to close an eye for the rest of the night.

Tate decided to add another finger and I almost lost it there, but I couldn't let myself ruin this perfect moment. Not yet.

"If I add one more will you stop being to stubborn?"

"Let's find out." And he wasn't kidding. He stretched me put enough to put his third finger in and I moaned into my hand, not being able to control myself anymore.

He continued working with his tongue and it didn't take me long after that to lift my hips as I came on his mouth. He pressed his hand over my stomach to pin me back on bed as I clenched around his fingers.

He got up, licking his fingers and cleaning up his swollen mouth with the sleeve of his shirt. He took it off and did the same with my mess.

My legs were weak, I could barely change, but he helped me and got under the covers.

I joined him and realized that I haven't once thought about my assignments.

"Tate?"

"Yes?"

"Are we still friends?"

"Of course. Especially when you're in the need of sleeping pills."

I fell asleep with the weight of his hand on me while rain pounded on my window.

[walker-extended-universe]

Liam Fanfic Masterlist

to go up at 8:05 am

This is a list of fanfictions I have written where Liam is a main/major character. Enjoy!

Alibis- Liam Walker/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester. NSFW. In which Liam meets two strangers in a bar and ends up being their alibi the next morning.

In Which Liam Is Not A Dumbass series- A series of fics in which Liam fixes his relationship with Bret in season 1 based on various episodes

"Hard" at Work- Liam/Bret. NSFW. After Bret and Liam revive their relationship, Liam decides to shave the way Bret likes. Bret decides to show his appreciation for this decision by getting Liam a little hot and bothered at the office.

Self Care Is Important. And Hard.- Liam/Bret. Liam's having some trouble adjusting after the last few months. Bret's there to help.

My Mate At Last- Liam/Bret. Omegaverse. NSFW. Bret has waited a long time to make Liam his mate. Now, the day has finally come. (Pun not intended).

Just For One Night- Walkercest. Liam has a dark secret that no one can ever know. After making a scene at his wedding, he’s closer than ever to revealing it.

I'm in Love with a Monster- Liam/Bret. Part of the Walkernatural Series. Liam is getting tired of supernatural interference with his life and decides to confide in his beloved Bret. Little does he know that Bret has a bit of a curveball for him.

Perfect Hair- Liam/Dan Miller. NSFW. Rape/Non-con. Liam once said that Dan had perfect hair. While Dan didn’t necessarily disagree, he liked Liam's hair more. It was the perfect length for pulling.

Winter Wonderland- Liam/Bret. Bret invites Liam up to his family cabin for Christmas. Things don’t exactly go according to plan.

Avoidance- Liam is hiding from his family after Cordell made him reveal his questionable actions. Micki decides to drop in and lend an ear.

Boy Toy- Liam/Bret. NSFW. Liam's had a rough day at work. Bret knows just what to do to help him out.

Love Bites- Liam/Bret. Part of the Walkernatural Series. Things are going great between Bret and Liam. But when Bret's past rears it's ugly head, new threats rise for their relationship.

Soulmates- Walkercest. Omegaverse. Liam always knew he and his brother were meant to be. It’s a shame it took so long for Cordell to realize it.

When Love Isn't Enough- Liam/Bret. NSFW. Bret gets a break from work and comes back to Texas to see Liam, but neither of them are feeling it anymore. After a heartfelt talk, they have one last night together.

Groundhog Day is Just a Movie- In which Cordell finds himself stuck in a time loop

Hiding In Plain Sight- 15 years after Cordell ran away from home, he returns to Austin with his wife and new life. He just wants to live his life without worrying about what he left behind. Unfortunately, he moved in right next door to his little brother.

We Just Need To Talk- Liam has a nightmare about his time in captivity and goes looking for comfort. After witnessing Cordell have a nightmare too, he decides enough is enough. They don’t have to talk about what happened, but they are going to engage in some brotherly cuddles and at least acknowledge that there’s a problem.

The Missing Piece- Liam/Ben. Liam finds out that Ben was the one to figure out he was missing. He doesn't take it well.

The Smell of Fear- Omegaverse. Alpha!Cordell has an extreme reaction to seeing his omega brother in cuffs and bruised. He goes feral, kills a few guys with his bare hands, the usual. When rescue finally arrives, he’s still in feral mode and won't let the rescue team near them, so Cassie has to go in and try to cool him off. Eventually, they tranquilize him and keep him under until the feral has worn off.

Paradigm Shift- But there was one more thing Liam needed to get off his chest. He just wasn’t sure he had the guts to do it.

Under Duress- Walkercest. Omegaverse. NSFW. In the cage, Liam was unwillingly turned into an Omega via special pills that were outlawed decades ago. When he goes into heat, Cordell fears for his life and does what he thinks is necessary.

When It All Comes Crashing Down- The Walker family's initial reactions to Abby's collapse

Why Am I Here?- Ben/Liam. Ben is really tired of being kept in the dark. Liam bears the brunt of his anger

It's a Nice Day for a Picnic- Ben/Liam. Liam finally gets Ben on that picnic

[trashyswitch]

Dear Everyone:

⚠️TW: Talk of Mental Health & Suicide⚠️ (though I feel like I shouldn't need to put a trigger warning on this, because everyone should be talking about this.)

Why must the people who do so much in the world and make everyone the most happy...have to experience mental health struggles to the point of suicide?

What brought this on? Well...I found out that Stephen Boss, aka tWitch, had ended his life by suicide with a gun yesterday. He had a wife, he had kids, and he had close people who loved him and cared for him. He had so much going for him. He had been on So You Think You Can Dance, he was on The Ellen Show as the DJ & Dancer, and he had influenced millions to dance.

And yet...he still felt like he had to hide all the pain that was roaring inside his head. And on the morning of December 13, 2022, he finally listened to those thoughts and ended his life.

So below, I'm going to provide a long answer to the question a lot of people are wondering:

"Why didn't he get help if he was hurting so badly? There were so many resources available to him!"

You wanna know why he may have ended his life instead of getting help? It's likely because getting help takes months. Let me explain the process: There are two ways to get help.

from a doctor:

You decide to get help from a family doctor. Well, getting help from a family doctor could take weeks...and by then, you may not feel suicidal anymore, and may end up cancelling the appointment because "It's not a problem anymore". If you don't have a family doctor, then you have to go to the emergency room. And the only thing the emergency room does, is take you to a mental health unit and give you a momentary psychiatrist for your mental health.

From a Helpline:

Most suicidal people are required to call a helpline. There, you're expected to tell complete strangers about your suicidal ideation. If you say the certain answers that they're looking for, they'll either advise that you head to a mental health unit, or they'll send an ambulance over to you to take you to the nearest mental health unit. There, you are given a momentary psychiatrist and prescribed medication...and the process begins.

Once they start you on a mental health medication, they remove you from the mental health unit's doctor's care, and kick you out of the unit and into the real world a couple days later, before the medication even starts properly working... they expect you to stay alive for another few weeks until the meds start working. And then, the chances of meds working on the first try, is low. Almost no one gets the dose or the medication right on the first try. So every time the medication is upped, you have to wait another 4-6 weeks for THAT to kick in. Another higher dose, another 4-6 weeks. By the time some people feel better results from the help, it'll be 3-5 months later. On paper, it's not that bad. But to a suicidal person, that feels like years. And if the medication doesn't work, you have to either go back to the mental health unit, or find a psychiatrist yourself. And a surprising amount of psychiatrists are older and experienced, but only see your name and diagnosis rather than your personality and your face. And often, their choices are made based on those few words and specific words out of your explanation. And unfortunately, the person doesn't feel properly heard. But, the psychiatrist is the only one who can prescribe a new medication, so you go with the flow, listen to the psychiatrist, and end up being prescribed a new medication. And when you get taken off a medication and put onto a new pill, you can't just stop the medication cold turkey and start the new med right away. You have to slowly ween off the old med, before getting onto the new med. That alone, takes weeks. And your mental health worsens as withdrawl symptoms start. And then once you're on the new meds, those take another 4-6 weeks to start working. And that might not be enough...so they up the dose. Another 4-6 weeks for that to start working...up it again...4-6 weeks later, and it maybe starts working. On top of that, your parents are watching you suffer. They feel terrible seeing you like this, and they almost feel frustrated that your mental health issues aren't magically fixed. And the mental health help (depending on where you are) is draining your parents' wallets. And as the suicidal person, you can see how much your mental health issues are making them sad. How low on funds they're getting. Suicidal people notice all of that, and know it's their fault. So that only worsens the suicidal thoughts. And no matter how much the parents say 'We're okay' and 'don't worry about it', we know...And we can't possibly be convinced otherwise, because we've seen all the proof we need.

The point I'm getting at is...mental health issues are so hard to treat. It takes forever, and even after a year or 5 years of tackling these damn thoughts and fighting with medications...you wonder if it was even worth the constant waiting. Because...it seems like successful suicide has much quicker results than getting help does. And if it's unsuccessful, then you start the whole mental health unit experience, and start the trial and error with meds.

And yes, ending your life hurts the people close to you. But you know watching someone fade can sometimes be so much worse...

In death, you see a beloved influencer. In living, you see a progressively breaking individual. Some people prefer the broken individual...but not everyone does...

Plus...it seems like people listen to you more after you've ended your life...then they have when you were alive.

So...the reality is...some suicides are impulse choices. But...other suicides are thought out and prepared for...But no one truly knows who did what, because...the people who make those choices are not able to speak for themselves after death.

So...please consider this. And let's educate those without mental health issues, about the reality of 'Getting help". Because "Getting help"...is just a sentence with a neverending path.

[misty-groves]

Migraine day

*this is all pre-character development and so they are still at their worst rn. This is the start of Tucker showing Josie he isn't the worst towards women. (Eventually I will wrote a cohesive story with them swearsies)

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It's months after Josie arrives to bloodgulch that she is fully incapacitated by her chronic illness and pain. The migraine and muscle spasms have her hiding in the dark of her room.

Church has taken pity on her and sent Caboose out with Shiela to do something. The man dosen’t show care well but he understands the pain.

There's banging on her door and she whines into her pillow. "Go away."

"Sweetcheeks! Come on lunch is ready-"

"Fuck off." Josie snaps, harsher than she has been in her whole time here. She can't make herself deal with this shit.

"Woah, you don't gotta be a bitch-"

"I will eat your fucking kidneys, get the fuck away from my door, asshole." Josie growls loudly, trying to keep her breathing even as another muscle spasm starts.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?"

"Tucker leave her the fuck alone." Church snaps as footsteps approach her door. "She feels like shit."

"What is she on the rag?"

"Dude what the fuck?" Church manages, trying to decide how stupid his teammate is.

"You dumb asshole, I'm- God fucking damn it!" Josie breaks off into cursing and whimpers as pain tears violently down her back.

There's silence, and Josie thanks every deity she can conceptualize regardless of knowledge.

"Sorry I asked if you were on the rag..." Tucker says, sounding odd.

"Please fuck off." Josie groans, curling together.

Footsteps recede, and she allows herself to whine again. She can't do this. She can't do it. She dosen’t know how she's going to survive this without her old team.

She's had migraines and muscle spasms since she got here. But she's been able to push through them. Bit this set-

She thinks she might like to try dying again.

"You need to drink more liquids." Omikron chimes as he flickers to life above her.

"Fuck. That. Moving is agony."

"I know."

Josie loses track of time, managing to drink a little liquid. With all the water gone, she has personally resorted to Gatorade she procures from an UNSC contact.

She startles when someone enters her room, the lifht causing a full body flinch and a keen of pain. The door shuts quickly though.

"Hey uh... I brought you a protein shake and uh- some more pillows." Tucker says.

"What?" Josie asks dumbly.

"Look I get it. Chronic pain sucks. Or well- I don't but you know what I mean."

"Oh. Shit- thanks?"

Tucker sets the protein shake on her bedside table and sets segral pillows beside her on the bed. "My sister has migraines... they're a bitch."

"You have a sister and talk to women the way you do?" Josie manages, though her voice pauses a few times.

"You're not the first to think that." Tucker says, "Did you want some pain killers?"

"I couldn't find them."

"I'll get some."

"Does upir sister know you're a raging dough nugget?"

"Marcy hates it." He admits, not bothering to elaborate.

She dosen’t press. But she thinks it bumanzies him a little. He's still a massive asshole, but like- human.

Tucker leaves again. Josie just slumps backwards.

She allows herself to adjust the pillows to better hold her weight. She relishes the comfort Omikron sends through her mind. Her ever loyal friend.

When Tucker comes back he hands her some pain killers. "Here."

"Thank you." Josie manages.

"Yeah well, I'm not a total asshole."

Josie dosen’t know what to say to that. But she swalllws the pills without question.

Josie takes a slow breath, rubbing her temples. She's fine. This is fine.

"Here." Tucker says, setting a cold eye mask on her stomach.

"Where did you get this?"

"Don't worry about it."

Josie wants to argue. But she’s in no position. She groans as yet another muscle spasm down her spine rips through her.

She places the mask on her face and immediately bates the new temperature. But it will help probably. She's willing to try.

"Can- do you want anything else?"

"I don't even know. Thank you though."

"Alright. Uh- call if you need me."

Josie makes a choice. She hates to be alone when she's in pain. And Tucker is right here.

And yes, he is a sexist asshole who calls her weird pet names. Yes, he is derogatory towards women. Yes he is a selfish man.

And yet he came and helped her. More than any one else here has. He hasn't made one sexjoke since he came in.

"Can- can you stay?" Josie asks.

"You sure?"

"I asked, didn't I?"

Tucker snorts at that, "Okay sweetcheeks."

Josie still dosen’t love that name but whatever. She's been called worse.

He sits on the ground beside her bed, running over stories from his life. The longer he talks the less he thinks. He ends up talking about his sister a little, and his nephew.

He talks about Church and the man's bitching mood. He talks about how they ended up drinking ketchup. He talks about captain flowers who he knew for less than two days.

Josie just listens. He's still a coarse asshole, and when he talks about women that aren't his sister he's crass as hell, but he has really opened her eyes.

He's still a major asshole... but like- not a complete utter duchebag.

Josie falls asleep to the sound of him talking. And when she wakes up hours later Tucker is there still, stretched out on the floor asleep.

She frowns as she squints at his form, that can't be comfortable. She's not a huge fan but he just spent hours helping her, so she's not going to just let him sleep on the floor.

So, she calls his name until he wakes up.

"What?" Tucker croaks.

"That dosen’t seem comfortable." Josie says simply.

"Are you offering ypir bed?"

"Not that way for sure."

Tucker just laughs. He has no issue with Josie. He thinks she's funny and bad ass.

[bey0nd-1he-stars]

Stars - Nico Di Angelo

𝑀𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

Pairing: Nico Di Angelo x reader

Warnings: OOC!Nico

Wordcount: 1863

Summary: When Nico is down, Y/N is right there to check up on him.

The son of Hades had always been struggling with his emotions. It wasn't particularly one feeling, he just wasn't used to express them. He usually walked around camp like he didn't care about anything. The same, stone cold expression was always on his face. The only time he seemed to show any emotions was when he got hurt and the only thing he showed was pain. Pain and anger. It did put some concern into the Y/G/P girl. She was good at reading people but Nico was always something she had struggled with. He never let someone in or let himself come close to anyone. One day she decided to talk to him. She usually wasn't the one to talk to people she didn't know very well but Nico got to be an exception. He had hid in the Hades cabin all day, skipped every meal, nothing but silence came form cabin 13.

Y/N was good friends with Will Solace and used to help him out in the infirmary when she got time. She had just left to get some food for Will and herself when she saw the dark door swing up and the dark haired boy walked out. He was wearing his usual black jeans, a black t-shirt and since it was summer, a black and white flanell covered his shoulders and arms. She smiled a gentle smile when he met her gaze. Y/N started walking towards the pavilion and Nico turned around to walk away. His destination seemed to be the deep forest.  She just shrugged it off and got herself some food. She placed a salad on the plate for Will and headed back to the infirmary where Will was waiting.

"Thank you, N/N, a salad was really what I needed right now," he smiled and placed a tomato in his mouth. You nodded and smiled but didn't say anything more. When Will had finished his food he got up and placed the plate away before going back to work. She sat on one of the beds, not doing much.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up with you today? I something wrong? You're awfully quiet," Will looked up from his work, the golden locks fell into his eyes but he didn't seem to care. She shrugged her shoulders before answering.

"I guess I just have a lot on my mind today, I'm worried about Nico," she said, careful with her words.

"What about Nico? Is he sick again?" Will asked worried. Will and Nico were close friends and he too cared for the quiet boy.

"I don't know really, he's been hiding away a lot recently and he've skipped a few meals. I've placed a few plates outside his door the other days and they're always gone when I walk past the next time. I don't know if he actually eats them though," Y/N answered truthfully and pulled a few strands of hair behind her ear. Will nodded and gave a cup of nectar to the patient he was taking care of at the moment. A Demeter kid who had ended up tangling herself in her own palts and passed out from the lack of oxygen. She had hit her head pretty bad but Will said she would be fine.

"Have you talked to him?" Will wondered, and the girl looked up in surprise. Will knew she didn't like talking to people she barley knew, but he had also told her that she'll have to. Or else she'll never get to know someone new. She also knew that he was very well right. She sighed and shook her head at his question. "Maybe you should," he said and placed away a can of green pills.

"Maybe... But I don't even know the guy! Isn't it better if you do it?" She told him and he stopped in his actions to look at her.

"You know what I've said. Come on, go talk to him. I'm soon done here anyways so I'll make it on my own. It'll be good for you," he told her with a comforting smile. She let out a sight, why couldn't she tell him no. She was to kind for her own good, too easily persuaded. Will waved her away and she shook her head at her friend but walked out in the sunshine.

NICO'S POV

I swear, this shit is going to be my end. No I'm not talking about Percy or Jason, not even mosters. These stupid shit called feelings are destroying me. I have bottled it all up and now I don't even know what I'm doing anymore. I mean, I guess I could talk to Will about it but he's busy in the infirmary. Annabeth would probably also work but she have a lot to do around camp so I don't want to disturb her. Hazel had gone back to Camp Jupiter a few days ago and that made this even worse. She had a clue of what was going on inse my head but now she's on the other side of the country.

The trees compact air and many noises from animals and other creatures eventually became too much and I headed back inside the comfort of my own cabin. The bed being the only useful thing in the whole room I laid down there, staring up at the ceiling. It was enchanted by a daughter of Hecate during the building of this damn cabin and now the cosmos was playing in the flat roof. It was kind of relaxing though, it was nice too look at the stars and planets that were shattered all over the galaxy. It got my mind of things and it was definitely useful when my brain decided to pull and all nighter; which happened quite usually. Too often for my liking but people complained either way, didn't they. If I didn't sleep much I'm unhealthy and lazy because I'm not in the mood to do something. When it actually happened that I slept for longer than 8 hours I'm still lazy because I'm sleeping. So Thalia can sleep for 6 years and nobody bats an eye but I sleep for 16 hours and suddenly I'm depressed. Well I can't say I'm not depressed but it's definitely not because I sleep.

A knock on the door broke through the silence and made me turn towards it. I mumbled a come in, expecting it to be Percy or Will. The door swung open without a sound and I threw a glance at it when it hit me that it was neither Percy or Will standing out there. It was a girl with H/L H/C hair put up in a messy braid that hung over her shoulder. A pair of gentle, E/C eyes met mine and a sweet smile was resting comfortably on her pink lips. A few freckles was put over her nose and cheeks and in her hand she was holding a plate of cut up fruit and a glass of bubble water. I sat up and looked at her, maybe she was that friend that Will usually talked about. The one helping him out in the infirmary.

"Can I come in?" she asked and looked at me. I nodded and she shut the door with her foot and walked in. The plate with fruit she put on the table along with the glass of water. I could sense the smell of pomegranate and I smiled a little. At least she knew what I liked.

"I... I don't really know how to do this, I usually don't talk with people that I don't know very well. But my name's Y/N, i'm a daughter of Y/G/P. Will said you maybe knew about me," she stated and looked at me. She wasn't afraid or shy, just a bit uncomfortable with the fact that she was talking to an almost complete stranger. I nodded at her and replied.

"Yeah, Will have talked about you. He seem to appreciate you a lot," I smiled thinking of all the times he'd come to talk being exhausted after a day in the infirmary and every time he'd told me that 'he'd probably hadn't made it to the end of the day without her help'. "I'm Nico, but I guess that you already know that."

"Yeah, I know that. Will have told me a bit about you. He's the reason I'm here. I'm way too easily persuaded and I think Will have taken advantaged of that," she answered. "I'm not the one to talk to random people, no offence, but I don't really know you. I brought you a plate fruit, I've noticed you've skipped a few meals. I've left some food on your doorstep but I haven't figured out if you've actually eaten it or not," she laughed and brushed a few loose strands of hair from her face.

"That was you?" I asked surprised. She nodded. "Yeah, it was." I smiled at her sweet gesture and gestured for her to sit down on the bed beside me. Carefully as if she was afraid she'd break something she sat down and placed her head on my shoulder. The simple gesture shocked me but I carefully placed my head on hers. She took my hand in hers and played with it in her lap.

"I want to trust you, and I want you to trust me too. It'll be hard, at least in the beginning. But I think we'll make it work, don't you think so?" she looked up at me and I nodded smiling.

"I hope so, at least I'm willing to try and I'll make sure to do the best of it," I told her and she smiled. Then her eyes went big when she saw the ceiling. The stars reflected in her eyes and I smiled at the sight. She was beautiful, there was no denying it. I pulled her up on the bed beside me and we layed down facing the stars. Her hand was still holding mine but I don't think she realized it. She was busy taking in every little star, every little moon and planet in the magical cosmos that were put above us. I never realized how beautiful it actually was until I saw her appreciate it this much. Just then I felt something I hadn't felt for long. It was a pity Hazel wasn't here, I needed to talk to her. But maybe, in a while after we've goten to know each other and gained trust I can talk to her about it. Because it's not very nice to talk about other people behind their backs. Even if we're talking about love. But for now I gotta stay satisfied with what I have. And right now that's a new found friend and the stars. But that's more than enough for me.

[torotoro0]

⟬ Childhood Comrades ⟭

Henry Creel x Reader

•Chapter 7•

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Summary: New friend? This gives me a Deja vu, doesn't it? This Peter man feels so familiar yet... I haven't even met him before.

A/N: I want to finish this series fast, so I hurried this hehe, sorry.

After your meeting with your new friend, you two have been talking with each other ever since, but something doesn't quite seem to sit right, you can't wrap your finger around it, It just seems too familiar to be just a coincidence.

"Are you still there? hello?" A voice chimes in, disrupting my thoughts. "Ah yes, sorry, just tired" I nervously laughed.

"Why? Didn't you get enough sleep last night?" Peter smiles, After the meeting before, we met a little girl, and as usual her name is a number, 011, tattooed on her wrist, she's quite a loner to be honest, she gets bullied by the other children and gossiped on. Although she's weak, she has a good heart, that's all that matters for me.

"Hey.." Peter scooted near me, holding my lap. "Try not to seem like your talking to me okay" I nodded in response. "I'm planning for eleven, and I want to include you in that" He whispered.

"What do you mean?" I replied back. "I'm planning an escape for eleven, and I want you to escape here too"

"Wait, what? what about you? and escape?" I was genuinely confused, I know I want to escape but, why only me and eleven, doesn't he want to escape too?

"Questions are not needed right now" He then flees out of the area.

After my shift, I proceeded to go to my dorm, I was fucking tired as hell, all I wanted right now was a good night's rest.

Suddenly I heard grunting moans, from a room. I decided to peek through the small window attached on the door, and saw peter.

He was getting shocked by guards, and a big mirror window was separating him and Dr. Brenner, he was just standing there with his usual stoic face.

"Stop" He raises his hand, "Get him to the infirmary" I quickly hid behind a wall. As I peeked to my side, he was getting dragged out by 2 guards with Dr. Brenner following behind.

Just then he turns around quickly making me cover my mouth; hiding.

They then threw him inside the room and turn around, making me walk fast to my dorm. Why'd he get punished? for what?

After that commotion yesterday, I hurried to finish my routines and found Peter.

"Peter?" I tap his shoulder, "Ah Y/N, Your here, I need to talk to you" He pulls me to a small table bringing 2 sandwiches. "So here's how you 2 will escape-"

"What do you mean? You just got healed last night, and now you'll talk about escape?" I replied, more like arguing. "Y/N-"

"Are you okay? Doesn't it hurt?"

"No, Y/N, Go to the tube basement, eleven and I will be there" he looks at me with pleading eyes, clutching my hands in his cold ones. "Fine, but you have to answer me, are you okay?"

"I'm fine, some parts hurts, but I can manage" He then smiles and goes to his shift.

"Where the hell are they?" I mumble walking around, I've been finding them and it seems that they stood me up.

"Hey" I quickly turned around and saw eleven. "Gosh, you scared me, don't do that to me again okay?" She then nodded in response.

"Okay so-" He grunts opening a small hole. "This, this is where you'll go and escape okay?" He points inside.

"But how about you" Eleven looks at him. "I can't come with you guys" I chime in.

"I have that pill thing on my neck" Seems like Peter forgot something.

"Ah right, me and Y/N have to just..." He looks at me full of worry "Stay here" He then clutches me hands tightly making me frown and look at him, shit his grip is so tight.

{time skip to eleven removing the pill thing}

Eleven decided she wanted to help us escape too, by removing the pills on our necks with her powers. "Remember, you can't hurt me more, like how they hurt us" peter bit his belt. I was first to go then it was peter.

Eleven rose her hand up aiming to Peter who was slightly shaking, after a moment the pill bursted out of his neck making him smile and me and eleven.

"Hey! You!" Suddenly guards started to barge in the room. "We have to go" Peter pulled me and Eleven inside.

"Your trapped" a guard smiles, "Give up the lady and the child" He raises his taser. Eleven tried to pull us away but peter stopped her. "We don't have to run anymore.

All of a sudden Peter made the four guards slam to the walls pulling us to a janitor's room.

"Stay here I will be ba-" I cut him off by clutching his sleeves. "H-how did you do that, your just an orderly, how did you get powers?" Eleven stuttered. He then pulls his sleeves up revealing a tattooed no.

001

"But I thought 001 doesn't exi-"

"Doesn't exist I know" He then looks at me. "Please keep Eleven safe, and yourself too okay?" he kisses my forehead and runs outside leaving me and eleven to hide ourselves.

After a moment me and eleven sat down, I fell fast asleep, when I woke up eleven was no where to be seen.

"Eleven? Eleven! Where are you!" I hurried to open the door and was horrified of what I saw.

Bodies scattered everywhere like dolls, but bloodied, bruised, fractured, and was missing eyeballs making me cover my mouth.

"What the..." After searching for the halls I saw Dr. Brenner limping in the rainbow room, and of course, I followed him.

I was met by a sight of bodies and eleven in the center of the room her eyes bloody and her gown was also bloody.

"What did you do" Dr. Brenner stated.

What did she do

Thanks for reading this series! Sorry it was fast, I am now writing a new series for the new netflix show that's why it was fast.

[goldeneyedgirl]

Okay, so, you have written so much goodness already, I feel a little nosy to ask you for more, but.

[insert a promt]

I have some, if you feel like writing one of these, I would be grateful, if not, its ok, you spoiled me already with everything you have posted within those few days.

- Variable Stars, the family/friends/whoever side-eyeing Jalice being like “you two are FRIENDS, yeah, sure” // or // anything you would like to post from VS.

- Anathema, Alice comes to the Cullens after the shit show that happened

- Divorced Jalice, anything after Jalice meeting in the park.

Thank you❤️

Listen, I am happy to write and I wouldn't offer if I wasn't happy to do it!

Let's start with Variable Stars

"And what exactly is going on there?" Garrett grinned as Alice and Jasper disappeared into the forest, Jasper keeping close behind Alice. "If looks could kill, I'd be a distant memory."

"They're just best friends," Emmett said solemnly, trying futilely to keep a straight face for a moment before he grinned. "That's what they both keep insisting when they come back from 'wrestling'."

Garrett started to laugh. "Wrestling?"

"No, it's true," Edward sounded just as amused. "He's literally teaching her to fight at night - to make sure she can defend herself."

"Wait, you're serious?" Garrett stopped. "They're actually 'wrestling' and not ...?"

"She's his best friend, and he's her person, and they get really annoyed if you question them," Emmett said, shaking his head. "And the Tiny Terror packs a punch when she's pissed off, let me tell you."

"That boy looks at her like he'd like to devour her," Garrett was shaking his head. "How can she not notice? How can he not know?"

"Oh, that's new. Since you turned up, and Alice knew you, actually," Edward said pointedly, as they got closer towards the herd of elk.

"Fifty bucks they fuck before Christmas," Emmett said boldly.

"Bella has seventy for Thanksgiving. Esme has a twenty on the spring. Something about rebirth and renewal."

Anathema

It took me weeks to work out how to see Jasper again after Freddie decided that the best solution to me finding my soulmate was to keep me locked up in the Funeral Home - I wasn't exactly a social butterfly before the Cullens moved to town, but now I wasn't even allowed to run errands or go see Dulcie at the salon.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the house comes into view; my bike was designed for getting around town, not biking nearly ten miles away to find the elusive Cullen house. Thank god Mrs. Stanley was an unrepentant gossip - and that Freddie had decided today was a good day to drive to Port Angeles for supplies.

Dropping the bike onto the drive, I tripped towards the porch; surely they had heard me and were home? Knocking on the door, I suddenly wondered if I looked okay or if I was a mess from my bike ride.

The door swung open to reveal Mrs. Cullen, the rest of the family peering from the next room over.

"Hi, I'm Alice Brandon. I thought maybe we should talk," I said in a rush, absolutely certain I was turning pink as soon as I spied Jasper frozen on the stairs. Oh, he was beautiful, and my limbs were already twitching to go over and fling my arms around him, like I had wanted to when his brother and father had dragged him off.

Divorced Jalice

Alice didn't relax until she was back inside her apartment, the door locked. It wasn't until she was in the kitchen, taking her pills, that she finally let herself ... react to everything that had transpired.

Jasper. She'd be lying if she said that she hadn't thought of him so many times over the last six years. Hating him, mourning him, missing him, worrying about him. She'd only managed to resist stalking him on social media because she knew she just couldn't face seeing him smiling from wedding photos that weren't hers. So she hadn't. And now...

Why had she agreed to go to dinner with the family? She hadn't seen any of them since the separation, she wasn't recovered enough to be able to hide it for very long - she hadn't missed Jasper's curious glances in her direction over lunch, at the scar peeking out at the neckline of her top. And whilst Jasper hadn't asked - he always was a consummate gentleman when he wasn't fucking his co-worker - Rosalie or Edward wouldn't pause in demanding answers.

Why... why couldn't it just be them? She knew how to protect Jasper, how to make sure he only knew what wouldn't hurt him, but she'd never, ever been good at hiding anything from Rose.

[bokutoslittlebird]

UHMMM EXCUSE ME BUT BOKUTO X ONEE-SAN IS JUST 😳🥵. I'm a different anon from the last one but omg, is it okay to ask more??? Maybe an MSBY Bokuto now or idk what if his onee-san finally gets pregnant (if you're okay with that). Thank yoy so much!

I got like four fics where the reader ends up pregnant I’m definitely fine with writing pregnancy lmao I’ve looked it up so many times I have a notebook of pregnancy symptoms and baby delivery. I do need to start writing down baby names tho bc my computer keeps asking me when I’m expecting

Mission : Corrupting Onee-san ; Bokuto, part 3

Kōtarō was a bit upset a week after the.. incident. You weren’t showing any common signs of pregnancy.

He researched it at least six different times, expecting to match something in your behavior to one of them. Each time he realized you weren’t pregnant, it was hard on you. Well, he was hard on you. Forcing his cock into you while you thrashed and tried to get him off, only to be met with the brick wall that is your little brother. He hardly even noticed you, often off in his own delusions until after he spilled his load into you. Even then, your fucked out face and overstimulated hole always had him raring to go again, this time with his focus on how good you made him feel.

With it being a month into his stay at your house, you wondered if your family would get suspicious about it. When he told you he’d be trying out for the MSBY Black Jackals, it fell into place. That’s why he was staying at your house, with the added bonus of being there if you needed anything. From someone else’s perspective, it would seem like he was a golden child with a heart of gold. In your eyes, you just saw a monster with a goal and determination to see the goal through. Kōtarō never shied from any questions your son had, either. Answering every question quickly and maturely, as if he knew the kid would ask it. He’s able to manipulate you and your son but you can’t do anything to stop him, not when he holds power over you.

Kazuki loves his uncle, his Oji-san a lot. You know he does. He’s always enjoyed visiting your parents’ house to see Kōtarō who would tell him stories, but you find he often lets his adoration for Kōtarō blind him. In his eyes, Kōtarō is a perfect human being and can do no wrong.

“Oji-san?” Kazuki’s little head pops up from under the table. You jump at his sudden appearance, especially if he came from under the table. With Kōtarō having you firmly placed on his lap, you wonder how your son would see the situation.

“Yeah, squirt?” He still smiled at Kazuki, not seeing anything wrong with the situation. Not seeing anything wrong with the way he has a steel grip on your hips and keeps rubbing his hardening cock into your clothed pussy.

“When you both go to bed, why does mommy scream?” Your eyes widen at his question, panicking. How do you answer that? He’s so young—

“Oh! Mommy has some bad nightmares, but it’s okay! I’m there to take care of her!” Kōtarō wraps his arms around your middle, warm hands sliding along your stomach. “Isn’t that right, mommy?”

“Yes, Kōtarō, it—“ your words were interrupted with a shriek, feeling Kōtarō pinch the skin on your hips.

“Mommy, are you okay?!”

“Yes, dear. I’m fine. Uh, daddy just startled me, that’s all.” With the new situation and lack of anyone else, Kōtarō wanted to fully move into the ideal family life. Including his title. Kazuki didn’t bat an eyelash, just nodding and eagerly going to play with his toys. A present from Kōtarō.

“We talked about that, nee-san,” Kōtarō’s breath tickled your ear, a warm tongue licking the shell of it. A shiver went down your spine, feeling his bulge get harder underneath you. “Kazuki needs to see me as a father figure now. Especially since he’ll have a baby brother soon,”

“What makes you so sure it’ll be a boy?”

“I have faith. Need strong boys to protect mommy while daddy’s busy at work,” the talk of you having his offspring has him raring to go, a dark cloud covering his eyes as he ruts up against you. You find yourself face down on the dinner table while Kōtarō eagerly strips off your panties and your jeans. It’s nothing for him to pull his cock out of his sweats, eagerly rubbing the mushroom tip against your folds. Even if your mind and heart don’t want it, that doesn’t stop the slick from pooling into your panties and coating your folds. Your hole is nice and wet for him, ready for his fat cock to split you open.

“Kō, we- we can’t! Zuki-“

“If you keep quiet, he won’t know,” he hisses in your ear, his hand digging into the fat of your ass. It’s a warning to be quiet. Kōtarō usually enjoys your voice, how you scream and beg when he’s filled you to the brim, but now he needs you to be quiet since you’re on the table.

Pushing his cock into you is something he’ll never get tired of. He loves the warm feeling of your cunt and how tight your walls are around him, you’re all sticky and wet, allowing him to slide right in. He doesn’t stop, not for a moment, feeling you holding back your moans as he bottoms out. Even with your hesitance, your body knows he makes you feel good. It has him slapping his hips to your ass while he cages you to the table, pressing you down with his chest. Your nails scratch the table, trying to find something to hold on to when his hands snake up under them, squeezing while he rams into you. It’s enough to squeeze his hands while he brings you to an orgasm, his balls slapping against your clit while your walls squeeze around him, sucking him in.

“K-Kō-chan, I-“

“I’m almost there, hold on, baby,” he whispers, his mouth right next to your ear. You don’t know whether he’s talking to you or the possibility of a child resulting in this, but you find his hips stuttering, a low groan as he stills inside you. Your walls milk him dry, another orgasm as you coat him in your own release. He doesn’t pull out, keeping still inside you while you both come down your high.

“It’s Kazuki’s bedtime. I need to tuck him in,” You break the silence, squirming as the feeling of Kōtarō’s cock in you, and his cum, has become awkward.

“I’ll do it,” he presses a kiss to your hair, removing himself from you. He’s quick to pull your panties and jeans back up, keeping his cum from mostly coming out. “After all, I gotta be a good dad, don’t I?”

With Kōtarō constantly leaving the house for practice with the Black Jackals, he leaves you alone. Taking care of Kazuki was your only chore, really. With Kōtarō earning plenty of money and you having the insurance money from your recently deceased husband and daughter, you were not financially unstable. Most of your money had gone to special pills to prevent pregnancy, making sure you had one each time after Kōtarō spilled inside you. Labeled as vitamins, you easily took them all the time in front of Kōtarō as he didn’t bat an eye. They seemed to work, suspending the pregnancy as each day you turned out and took the test, only one line popping up.

You thought you were safe.

When your vitamins went missing, you didn’t know where to turn. After the table sex and the bedtime routine, you needed those pills. Looking through each cabinet, you couldn’t find it. When you asked Kazuki, he seemed innocent enough. The only possibility was that Kōtarō had found out and taken them out. You had to wait until he returned from practice before you could confront him.

When he finally popped through the door, Kazuki went to go hug him. “Oji-san!”

“Hey, hey, hey! We talked about that, squirt,” a darkness looms in his eyes, but his smile is bright and blinding.

“Sorry, daddy. I’m not used to it,” he looks downright guilty, as if he did something wrong. Kōtarō’s big hand plops on top of Kazuki’s head.

“It’s alright. You’ll get used to it eventually, especially once you have a little brother,”

“I’m gonna have a little brother?!” Bouncing on his feet, Kazuki turned to you. The smile you sported was more of a cringe, but you nodded.

“That’s the plan. Daddy, can we talk?” Kōtarō eagerly follows you, handing a new toy to Kazuki as if he doesn’t have over 20 new toys. Kōtarō doesn’t stop in front of you, rather hugging you close to him as you feel his hardened cock rubbing against your leg. “Kōtarō we need to talk. About serious stuff.”

“If it’s about those Plan B pills, I flushed them down the toilet,”

“Wha- flushed? Those were my vitamins!”

“You aren’t taking anything that risks serious health problems if you don’t take it. Not only that, you’re not under any prescription medications. From now on,” he says, voice low and commanding. Pulling from you, you look into his eyes to see something sinister in them, as if his delusion is becoming tangible. “You’ll be taking what I give to you. No more caffeine, no more wine before bed, yes I know you drink a glass while getting ready, and no more vitamins without my permission. After all, our future is dependent on this.”

With his declaration of claiming you, officially deciding to prevent anything that could stand in his way, you felt sick as you took another test, the single line being joined by a matching one. You couldn’t hide it, you couldn’t throw it away, he’d know the truth regardless. You always showed him negative results, so the test going missing would mean he knew it was positive. Kōtarō waits on your bed — his, too, now — as you weigh your options. With shaky hands, you open the bathroom door as he perks up, his face smiling as if he knew the answer already. With his hair down and still damp from the bath, you see how attractive he is, his muscles flexing as he gets up to see the result. Showing him the plastic piece, he can’t hide his excitement.

“I’m gonna be a dad! You’re gonna be a mommy! Well, we are, but this time for reals!” He’s so excited, it’s easy to find yourself smiling with him, caught up in the excitement. When he puts you down, it’s on the bed and he’s quickly crawling to cage you in. “I say this is cause for a celebration.”

“Kōtarō, what about mom? And dad? And our sisters? They’ll find out eventually, won’t they? We’ll be disowned,” your panicked voice stops him, straddling you as his hand goes to his chin. As if he’s thinking.

“Well, lets just cut ties with them. I’m a member of one of Japan’s Division 1 volleyball teams. I make enough money for us to be stable comfortably, not to mention the money you have from insurance. That way,” he licks his lips, leaning over you again, “I can have you all to myself,”

[mooniefics]

— the hands that beckon me

pairing : zeke jaeger / reader

word count : 1.9k

tags : emotional hurt / comfort, relationship discussion, pillow talk, insecure zeke :(

summary : zeke is finally home, on a brief layover from the war, and you both finally get around to having that tough discussion you've been putting off for far too long.

— originally posted 1 / 21 / 21 on ao3 —

"what do you do while i'm gone?"

your skin was still hot from being pressed over his when he asked, thrumming with a warmth you hadn't felt yet craved so deeply for months. you turned to face him from your place on your back in bed, pressing into his side, peering curiously at his profile. you'd missed seeing him like this, out of his ironed, pristine uniform, hair messy from your fingers running through it, sharp features warmed with the flush of passion, unobscured by his glasses, eyes and voice sleepy and relaxed rather than alert and tight with self-awareness.

"what do you mean?" your reply was soft, almost playful to counter his matter-of-fact delivery, reaching out to draw your fingers across his firm, bare chest.

"i mean what keeps you busy? what do you do for fun?"

>readmore<

the war with the mid-east allied forces had been dragging on for just about two years now, and there seemed to be no end in sight, but after the marleyan army managed to snatch a victory from the jaws of defeat on foreign soil, the news came to your internment zone that the soldiers would be returning on a brief layover as the countries' political leaders decided whether or not they'd be willing to smooth things over in a more peaceful manner.

this afternoon you had been there at the gates with his grandparents, barely able to stand still beside them as all three of you waited wordlessly with baited breath, balancing up on your tiptoes, straining to peek over the crowd to catch a glimpse of him. while others were stood by with looks of unmasked dread—men with clenched jaws and stiff shoulders, women with tears brimming their eyes, children tugging at sleeves and already crying with impatience—you felt an uncontainable joy. it was humbling to look around at all the panicked faces, to remember that not every family had the luxury of your confidence, the almost guaranteed certainty that the one you loved would return. but you couldn't help the blinding smile that broke out across your face as he ambled through the crowd, tired, well-kept, but looking warmly down at you and his family.

you had let him to greet them first, they were his blood relatives after all, but only after he'd finished giving his grandmother a tight hug and exchanging affectionate words did you allow yourself to throw your arms around him, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing in his rich scent of gunpowder, pine, just a faint hint of cigarettes, melting easily into his strong embrace. you and zeke had wandered back alongside the older couple to their home, sharing a calm, easy dinner where zeke relayed what information he could to them about the status of the ongoing battle, but you were just itching to have some time to yourself with him.

you'd spent hours cleaning your quaint little home a few streets down, agonizing over every little detail despite how you knew he didn't mind whatever state it was in, just that you were there. and as soon as you'd both said your friendly goodbyes and made it through the door of your home, he was pulling you along to the bedroom, legs having memorized the path of weaving through the living room and kitchen and down the hall to the door on the left.

he was impatient, as he always was when he was tugging you out of your clothes, but sensual all in the same when he pressed his lips onto yours, murmured soft, longing words in your ear, hands squeezing and grabbing, reacquainting themselves with your soft figure. you both didn't last long—how could you when you were so eager—but felt satisfied all the time after everything was said and done, lowering back onto the mattress, flushed and panting, a faint sheen of sweat shimmering over your skin. his question just now had puzzled you. it was simple, but you knew it hid something deeper, he'd never asked something of that nature in all the time he'd been coming back and going away.

"well.. not much really. i go to work at the jewelry shop, have tea with your grandmother on thursdays, wander around the market if i feel up to it, help mary from down the street with her boys if she needs it."

you faltered at the mention of her, not remembering whether you'd seen her husband when you'd met with zeke at the entrance to the zone. you forced yourself not to frown. how selfish of you, you didn't even bother to check on her before you allowed yourself to be whisked away for the night.

he seemed to notice your sudden dismay, wrapping a comforting arm around you as he spoke, "you mean aksoy?" you nodded. "he made it back on the train alright. drunk off his ass, but alive."

you breathed a small sigh of relief, offering up a small smile at him. "good to hear."

and though his lips curled back in a similar expression, it didn't quite reach his eyes, and you only felt further perturbed by how his gaze briefly flickered elsewhere. "why do you ask?" you prompted, fingers trailing up his neck to rest at his jaw, gently turning him to face you again.

"just curious, is all.."

you could sense that he was lying, but about what you didn't quite know. "come on, zeke, we've known each other since we were kids. you don't think i know when you're hiding something?"

he hummed, the corners of his eyes creasing as an easy, genuine grin graced his features. "i apologize for underestimating your lie detecting skills."

you couldn't help but giggle softly at his words, thumb stroking over his warm cheek, body fitting perfectly against his. he was really here. finally, after all this waiting, he had come back to you, even if only for a few weeks that would surely fly past in an instant.

"i don't really know how to say this.." he seemed uncharacteristically sheepish, grey eyes traversing over your face, onto a far wall of the room, then up to the ceiling for a brief moment before it finally wandered back to you, "i guess you could say it started with me feeling a bit guilty, leaving you here all by yourself."

"i can bear the wait, you know that. as long as i know that i'll get to see you." for now, came the silent addendum.

he had three years left, barely a quarter remaining in his term, but you didn't broach the topic, and he seemed just as content putting off the discussion as you were. your relationship was easy, in a sense. there was never any squabbling over when the two of you would move in, or when he would retire from his position and settle down, milestones such as marriage and children were never issues. but there were days where you wished they were, though you'd never admit it.

just like how you'd never admit to the warm burn of envy that sparked to life when a man came into the shop you worked at searching for a ring for his partner, a spark that inevitably gave way to a cool emptiness settling deep into your chest, swallowing up your heart and balling an uncomfortable lump in your throat by the time you'd helped him choose out just the perfect jewel and sent him on his way.

"i know that, but," he swallowed, licking his lips, "sometimes i'm afraid that you're getting bored."

"bored?" the word felt strangely odd on your tongue, your own eyes blinking at him.

"bored." he reaffirmed, frowning slightly as he continued, "you see other people your age—our age—every day, don't you? when you go to the market, when you're at work, hell, even when you're spending time with your friends, you see people with lives, with structure." you knew the exact words that were coming next, but the impact of them hurt all the same. "people who don't have the thought of how time is running out hanging over their head."

it was you who turned away this time, feeling your lower lip tremble, eyes suddenly watering despite how you wished not to cry. all those complicated feelings you'd pushed down in favor of relishing in your feigned ignorance, of pretending that zeke was just a normal soldier with normal duties who was just lucky enough to come back each time. you'd always politely brushed your friends off when they'd pestered you of the absence of a ring on your finger, asking when you'd have children of your own rather than always being there to help them take care of theirs, you swept their concerns aside with a rehearsed smile because you didn't want to come to terms with the fact that you wanted those things for yourself.

the pill of zeke's looming mortality was hard enough to swallow on its own, all without mentioning how the love you shared was so rich yet so fleeting, fruitful yet futile all at once. you had no words to offer him, but your silence seemed to be enough of a reply, a forlorn, almost remorseful look settling over his handsome features.

"perhaps— perhaps you should search for someone else." you felt your stomach knot and twist, sorrow bubbling up like a geyser from below, biting at your cheek as to not let your shaky breaths spill from your mouth, "you're beautiful, it would really be no trouble at all for you to find someone—someone who can give you a good life. a fulfilling life."

"but.. there's still time left, isn't there?" your voice was quiet, thick with restrained tears, "there's still time for us."

"it isn't fair to you."

"it wouldn't be fair to you either if i left now." your brows knitting together, expression strained as you felt warmth trickle down your face, dripping down your chin onto his shoulder. "do you want me to leave?"

he looked away, hesitating just enough to make more droplets bead at your lashes before he shook his head, drawing a crooked finger across your cheek to catch a few stray tears. again, that disdain at your own selfishness came. he was worried for you, ruminating own his own impending death, trying to soften the blow of it for you at the expense of his own happiness, yet all you could do was cry at the thought of parting with him in any voluntary way.

"you're the one i want." you whispered, sniffling, "i knew what i was getting into at the start of all this, the things that i would miss, the things i would have to give up on, but they can wait. i can't be without you, not if i know that i can spend a single moment longer like this, loving you."

the sun had sank low in the sky, light abandoning the two of you in the dark of your room, alone with your shared, trembling breaths, his frown and distant eyes, your tears and imploring gaze. you felt weary in many ways as you allowed yourself to settle back onto his chest, closing your eyes at the feeling of his arm tightening its grasp around you, holding you close, a silent plea to stay just as you were.

he didn't speak, not another word of uncertainty exchanged, but you knew that he understood. he was here, and as long as that was the case you would always wait, keep turning down the hands that beckoned you, rescind your domestic desires for the sake of clinging to this one rare, importunate, lovely thing you had—clinging to him.

[mutants-and-soldiers]

The Proposition (Ch. 1)

summary || You've been thinking about Steve's proposal a lot. Part of you wants to decline but a bigger part of you wants what he's offering.

pairing || alpha!Steve x omega!Reader (Past alpha!Bucky x omega!Reader)

word count || 3,706

warnings || A/B/O, eventual smut, therapy talks, kink negotiation, lots of dialogue — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

notes || I can't get this story out of my head, really! First chapter is all about setting up the smut so I apologize but I believe in talking things out. Thank you to everyone who commented on the first part of the series! I'm going to try and be better about answering comments from here on out! Keep the comments coming, I love hearing from you guys so much!

You can also read it on Ao3. Do not copy, translate, rewrite or repost any of my work, even if you credit me. I always welcome comments and reblogs!

Sequel to Helping Hands: One Two Three Four Five

Divider courtesy of the talented @firefly-graphics

After so many years of going to see Dr. Beta, you were used to the routine when you stepped through the doors. It was late in their work day so you were the only person in the office other than Valarie, the receptionist, who gave you a kind smile. “Good afternoon,” she said, typing something onto her computer. “Dr. Beta’s just about ready.”

“Thanks, Valarie,” you say, setting your bag down to take off your suit.

It had been weird the first time Dr. Beta had demanded you not wear the suit during your sessions. You protested but in the end, she won out. There were a lot of reasons for choosing a female-only office but this was the biggest one. They accommodate you so much just to make you feel welcome and safe in your own skin. It was one of the few places that you could take the suit off and feel comfortable.

The suit was just being zipped up into your bag when the door to the doctor’s office opened. Dr. Beta was a matronly middle aged woman with plenty of laugh lines and crow's feet from years of laughter and joy. She was a kind beta who had done wonders for your mental health and self esteem. Without her, you probably wouldn’t have gone through with the job proposal.

She called your name with a gentle smile, “You ready?”

“Yep,” you smiled, walking over to step into the room. The blinds were closed tight but there were several lamps around the space that allowed a soft light to keep it illuminated. The wooden diffuser was pumping out the soothing smell of lemon and sandalwood. Dr. Beta had always said the lemon helped cut the potency of your powers but you weren’t sure if that was true or if it was something she said to make you feel better.

The two of you settled into your usual spots before the doctor asks, “Anything new since we last saw each other?”

It had been a month since your last session. The milestone of going monthly instead of bi-monthly had been huge for you. There was a time that you saw her weekly, which was when you were at your lowest. You were glad to be where you were.

“Where do I even start?” you laugh, leaning casually back on the leather couch. The cold material felt nice on the bare skin that peeked out from your denim shorts and athletic tank top. “I’ve been meeting regularly with three guys to run with them every Tuesday and Thursday. We also go out for drinks and the game on Sunday.”

“Wow, that’s fantastic!” she gushed, genuinely excited for you. She even sat her clipboard and pen down to lean forward with her elbows on her knees. It was something she only did when you made some kind of...positive choice in your life. The way it made your chest swell with self pride was silly and kind of childish but the woman had always been extra motherly to you. “Clients?”

“One of them was,” you nod, trying to keep the flush of excitement from making you seem too eager. “They’re really nice guys and they invited me to start sparring with them next week after our runs.”

A gentle look crossed the doctor’s face that had you melting. It was a look that she gave when she was proud and the way your name came out of her mouth spoke volumes. “I’m so proud of you,” she said aloud even though you knew it by her body language. “It’s been a long time since you took time for yourself in your personal life. Are they on your level of martial arts?”

“Better!” you said, excited to have a good challenge.

“Better than you?” she laughed, sounding incredulous. “I’d have to see that to believe it!” You join her for the laugh. “Anything else?”

Your mind flutters to a certain blond and his proposition but decide to keep that to yourself for now. It wasn’t good for you to hide secrets from Dr. Beta and you usually didn’t, however, she would definitely encourage you to take him up on the offer. You didn’t think you were ready to come up with reasons (lies) for why you couldn’t do that yet.

“Not really.”

She nods, grabbing her clipboard to flip the paper. “Dr. Noland said you were going to get your heat early this time around. She said you mentioned you might know why?”

Damn it. You forgot how much the two doctors communicated between each other about your health. It was the program you were in and, while amazingly helpful, could be very annoying at times. Case in point, now you need to make a choice on whether to point blank lie to Dr. Beta or just tell the truth. Lying by omission was much more your style.

“Yeah,” you sigh, resigning yourself to the conversation. “The last client I helped had...intense pheromones. I think it may have kicked me into my heat cycle early.”

The doctor’s hazel eyes widened in shock, “Even with the suppressant you took?”

Nodding, you look away for a second. “The client was a super soldier,” you admit, running a hand through your hair in frustration.

Understanding blossomed on her face when she made a guess as to who you were talking about. “Well, that might do it, for sure,” she nodded, making a note. “Still, I’m going to have Dr. Noland change your suppressant just in case it’s not working.”

She stood up, going over to the cabinet behind her desk. She took out a large bottle, tossing it to you, that had heat vitamins in them. Another bottle was thrown your way full of pills specifically for healthy slick production. The last thing she came over with were a few vouchers for omega-centric energy drinks and heat-snacks.

“I know you hate this question but I am legally required to ask,” she chuckles. “Do you have someone you trust to help you through your heat?”

You hesitate. “No.”

Her head snaps up, hazel eyes pinning you to the spot. “You hesitated. You never hesitate,” she points out with far too much excitement. She sets the clipboard down, doing the lean again. “Do you have someone in mind?”

Well, the cat was out of the bag and now you couldn’t lie because she would never believe you now. “I was...propositioned,” you admit, feeling stupidly relieved that you had been honest with her. She had conditioned you so fucking well to feel better when you told the truth as opposed to lying. It had been a ‘bad coping mechanism’ you created during your childhood to gain some control of your otherwise uncontrollable life.

“By one of your new friends?” she asked, already getting the gist of the conversation. “Was it your client?”

“No, not my client but his...best friend,” you whisper, feeling a little embarrassed that you were having this conversation.

Dr. Beta is quiet for a moment, contemplating how to ask the question. “What’s the big deal then? Why not take him up on the offer?”

You cringe. “There are…a lot of reasons but I’m sure you’re going to make them seem like they’re not problems but things I’ve blown up in my mind.”

She laughs, shaking her head. “You know your feelings and worries are valid! I just help you see things in a more logical light. I think you should really talk this through with him but...would you like to practice with me?”

You bite your lower lip but give a heavy sigh when you realize there’s still nearly forty minutes left of your time with her. “Fine. It can’t hurt.”

You sat in the booth twitching with your napkin. You and the owner were good friends from back in your academy days so he allowed you to pay a certain amount for the whole rooftop terrace. It meant you could enjoy a meal with someone without having to wear your suit. You also got the same female server every time who knew your situation and didn’t care.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” you heard a familiar voice say to your left.

Not really sure why, you stood up when he approached. He was wearing a thin blue zip-up jacket over a blue and white plaid button up shirt that was unbuttoned enough for you to see the white t-shirt he had under it. His jeans were dark and fit far too well around his massive thighs. A plain blue ball cap sat on his head and some fake glasses to help hide his identity. The smile he gave you was enough to make your preheat brain purr.

It took you by surprise when his big arms wrapped you up in a hug that smothered you in his masculine scent. Your hands touched his back, hugging him hesitantly. The squeeze lasted a little longer than you expected, just enough for your head to be perfectly swimming in his pheromones.

You pulled away when he did, allowing him to sit at the far side of the table, facing towards the rest of the area. He had insisted that you come without your suit so it was the least you could do to keep the waitress from noticing his erection.

“It’s okay, I ordered some water for us,” you smile, genuinely happy to see him. It wasn’t often that you saw any of the three men individually. They usually hung out in a pack and you were happy to know that you fit into the group pretty well. “Get whatever you want, Steve. It’s my treat.”

He gave you a look. “I would prefer it if you let me pay.”

Your heart gave a hard thump in your chest. There was something about the way he said it that was just short of a command. You look into his blue eyes, trying to gauge his intent before setting down the menu. “Is this some old-fashioned pride I see leaking through?” you tease, giving him a mischievous grin.

“No, I just figure it was only right that I buy you lunch before helping you with your heat,” he said so casually it made your face heat.

“What makes you think I’m going to agree?!” you laugh loudly.

There is a knowing glint in his eyes that makes your stomach flip. “Isn’t that why we’re here? Alone?” he questioned easily, looking up just as Julia came to the table.

“Welcome back,” she greets you, setting two empty glasses and a pitcher of water down on the table. “My name’s Julia.”

“Nice to meet you Julia,” Steve responded with a neutral smile. It caught you a little off guard because it...definitely wasn’t the smile he gave you. Was it just part of his disguise?

You both ordered a beer and your entrees. It wasn’t until Julia walked away that you focused back on the alpha across from you. He was already looking at you with an intense expression. You feel like he’s basically prying into your soul.

“I...spoke with my therapist yesterday and…” you start, finding it very hard to talk about this kind of thing. It was so easy to soothe your clients but so hard to give yourself a break. “She...convinced me to talk with you about my...worries.”

His expression softens a bit. “I’m willing to work with you,” he soothes, reaching out to take your hand. His fingers curled around yours, warm and solid. “Tell me everything.”

You take a deep breath. “I’m not afraid of hurting you,” you blurt out. “You can take me even on your worst day. I’m...embarrassed to count myself among the small population of omegas that go...feral during their heat. I...fight my partner. Dr. Beta says it's because of the trauma I experienced. Trauma doesn't just disappear during heat...it gets worse. I’m just not the usual kind of docile omega that society seems to exemplify.”

He looks up to alert you that Julia was returning with your drinks. He didn’t speak until she was back inside the building. “Truthfully, I’m actually more intrigued than put off by the notion,” he finally said after taking a sip of his beer. “Do you fight the whole time or just in the beginning?”

It wasn’t a line of questioning that you expected so you gaped at him like a fish out of water for a few seconds before finding your words. “I don’t...know,” you admit sheepishly, sipping your hard cider. “I’ve only been with one alpha during my heat and he had to go to the hospital a few hours into it.”

Something dark and tempting flashed through the blond’s eyes. “How do you feel about restraints?”

Your core throbbed at the simple question. It probably showed on your face because his smile started to widen in understanding. “Yes, that’s fine,” you breathe, trying not to think too hard about the implications.

“Would you prefer to do this at your house or in my suite?” he asked as if you had already agreed to the whole thing.

Your mind screamed at you to say decline. It was dangerous and there were so many things that could go wrong. Your omega brain though had already bought into the whole thing. You wanted this big, powerful alpha to hold you down and take you in the most forceful of ways. You wanted him to restrain you to your nest and have his way with you until the heat fog cleared.

“Wait, wait,” you say, trying to finish your thoughts before deciding anything. “I’m serious when I say I’m insatiable. I don’t have any refractory period between one wave and the next.”

Julia opens the door, alerting you both that she was coming out with food. You both wait until everything is set and she walks away before continuing. The food smells delicious so you grab the burger and bite into it. You always craved red meat before your heat so when the flavors burst across your taste buds, you hum in appreciation.

Steve took a few bites of his own meal before responding. “The super soldier serum makes it so I don’t have any refractory period,” he shrugs casually with a smile. “I’ve never met someone who could keep up with me so...I’m interested to see if you can. Any other worries?”

Heat blossoms across your cheek and in your chest. “I don’t want our friendship to be jeopardized,” you finally admit after finishing half of your burger. You grab some of the fries and eat them while thinking.

“Did helping Bucky keep you from being friends with him?”

“No, of course not,” you sigh, running out of excuses. Dr. Beta had been right, talking with him had definitely made you a little more comfortable with the idea. “Fine, okay, I accept your offer.”

“My place or yours?” he asks with a genuine smile.

You mull over the question for a bit before shrugging. “I have all of my nesting supplies at my house so we can do it at mine,” you chuckle, feeling a little nervous but excited too.

He nods. “Do I need to bring any supplies? Snacks or drinks?”

The two of you continue talking about the logistics of your heat while you finish the food. It makes you feel a lot better knowing you wouldn’t have to go through with it alone. You had already taken the initiative to send a message to all of your clients to let them know you would be out for your heat. You even went ahead and took an extra week just for yourself.

After you pay and you have your layers back on, the two of you stand outside the doors to the restaurant. You don’t want to leave him, truthfully. He smelt so good and you were so close to your heat that it was hard to separate from him. “Thanks for talking with me,” you smile despite the bonnet covering everything but your eyes. “I’ll give you a text when I’m ready.”

“Of course, thanks for lunch,” he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead through the layers. “Here, take this for your nest.”

He shucked his jacket and offered it. Your hand reaches out to take it slowly. “Thanks but this might just push me into it faster,” you laugh brightly, holding the large jacket close to your chest. You could smell the scent of him even through all of your layers. It made your head foggy.

“That’s the idea,” he smirked, turning towards the tower with a wave. “Just let me know when you want me to come over.”

You watch him walk away, eyes lingering on the way his biceps stretched the fabric of his shirt and down until you stared at his toned ass in those jeans. It was obvious how close you were to your heat when sweat started to form along your temples and slick started to dampen your panties.

Once you got back home, you arranged your snacks and vitamins on the counter so they were easy for Steve to find. He might need to feed you for the first few waves because you weren’t sure if you’d be coherent or not. Then you went into your extra bedroom that you used for your heats and started getting it ready.

You pulled out all of your slick-resistant pillows, cushions and blankets from the closet to make a nest on your king sized bed. It was a nice four post bed that had your mind in dark places. All you could think about was being restrained with cuffs around one of those posts while Steve fucked into you.

It didn’t take long before you needed a pad for all of the fucking slick that was making everything so annoying. The nest took a lot longer that you would like to admit because it just didn’t seem...right. You’d never had this kind of issue before but your omega brain wanted Steve to be comfortable and happy too.

Looking back at the closet, you debated on whether or not you wanted to pull out the box of toys. You weren’t sure if Steve would want them or need them or…

“Fuck it,” you mutter, grabbing your phone to send the alpha a quick text. Toys or no toys?

You were adding his jacket to your nest when your phone vibrated in your pocket. Instead of the one or two word answer that you expected, it was...something else.

Definitely toys. I’ll enjoy teasing you until you’re begging for my knot.

Fuckin’ hell! Was this the same blond with the surprisingly boyish face that you had met during lunch today? The same guy that Sam teased about being an old virgin?

You didn’t think the pad was going to hold up to all of the slick that gush from you at the text. How does one respond to a text like that? You grabbed out the delicate pink box out of the closet, wincing at the color because it was the only color that the shop had to store your toys. Omegas were feminine right?! They liked pink, right?!

Laughing at yourself, you set the box on the little table in the room. You opened the lid and set it to the side so you could look at your assortment of toys. It was a collection you started when your first heat hit you at sixteen. You had been a late bloomer because of your constant martial arts training, which stilted your omega hormones.

It had all the necessities and even some extras. You had your typical knot dildo, a vibrator, a clit vibe, a few different types of condoms for when you weren’t in your heat, a bottle of lube that encouraged slick production, a bottle of regular lube, and a few different sized anal plugs. The last few were just because you enjoyed the feeling of being full when having sex.

Quickly you took a picture of the box and sent it to Steve as a reply. It was the best you could come up with. You had never really been good at those kinds of things. Well, you’d never had someone try and sext you.

Happy that everything was prepared, you cuddled under your fuzzy blanket in your nest. Comfort flooded through you as you nuzzled into the man’s jacket, deeply taking in his scent. It was nice and musky and made you feel warm and safe.

The phone buzzed. You’re okay with anal during your heat?

Your pheromone idled brain made you giggle, “Consent is important,” before you could text him back. Yes, I like being stuffed full.

It didn’t even register how inappropriate the text sounded before you hit send. You were obviously a lot further along than you had previously thought. The subtle throb of your core was starting to get worse but you weren’t too far gone to see his last text.

Good to know. Get some rest. Need me to come out and check on you before dark?

You groaned as a cramp hit your pelvis, slick becoming an issue. It simultaneously hurt and felt good. You were so distracted that you couldn’t answer the text message. Everything was suddenly too hot so you threw off your clothing, slipping your hand down to brush against your clit. It was already so sensitive it hurt but you needed relief.

It wasn’t enough and you knew that it would be futile to try and get yourself off with just your fingers but your brain wasn’t working. You groaned helplessly as the lackluster orgasm washed over you. It wasn’t enough, so frustratingly not enough. Sweat dripped down your cheek from your hairline making you kick off the blanket so you could turn over.

You didn’t care how it looked with your ass up because the scent of Steve on the jacket helped clear your head a little. It made your core throb but it also helped you become coherent. Enough so that you grabbed the phone and typed in a one word response that only said:

Now.

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Folklore [song series]

this is me trying

Modern Day AU! Steve Rogers x OC!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff

Plot: Inspired by Taylor Swift’s new album folklore. The story follows the timeline of Bucky and Elizabeth’s life throughout the years.

word count: 3592

[a/n: I’m so sorry that it’s taken me so long to update this and my other story. i’ve been busy with school and work. thank you for your continued patience and support]

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Series Masterlist

Age: 20 Year: Dec. 2014 Location: Brooklyn, NY

"How have you been James?”

Bucky looks out the window to his right. Hands grasped together in his lap as he sits on the dark green sofa across from the woman he's been seeing for the last 5 months.

He ponders the question, making sure to answer it honestly. He looks back at her giving her his full attention again.

"Good," he answers truthfully, a small smile planted on his face. Life has been good. School is going incredibly well. My job is going better than I could've imagined. Really learning a lot."

"How are things going with Natasha?" The older lady asks.

“Great. Really great," Bucky says with a slightly bigger smile.

"Good. I'm glad to hear that," she smiles back, proud to the see progress James has made since his first visit moths ago.

After the blow up he and Steve had, Bucky fell into a depressive state. He refused to talk to anyone about what had happened. It wasn't until his younger sister Rebecca came to talk to him:

"I get you don't want to talk to any of us about what happened last week," she said as Bucky laid in bed looking out the window, his back facing her, "But you can't just stay in bed, hiding for the world. Starving yourself isn't going to solve anything.

"Sulking is only going to make you worse. It's not healthy, Buck. We're all worried. Ma is incredibly worried. She's barely been eating. I hear her wandering the house at all hours, because she can't sleep."

"You don't want to talk to us, fine. But you need to talk to someone. If not for yourself, but for Ma. Please," she begs, before leaving Bucky alone to ponder what she said.

He knew he wasn't coping the healthy way. He hadn't realized how much he was affecting his family by shutting down. The last thing he wanted to do was worry his mother. So he got himself up, took a shower, ate breakfast with his family. They were surprised to see him come down, but tried not to draw any extra attention to it. Rebecca gave him an understanding nod, which he reciprocated. After breakfast, he began his research. He decided to listen to Rebecca's advice and find someone to talk to someone to help him make sense of what is going on in his mind.

And that's how he ended up in Dr. Abraham's office.

"Have you contacted Steve yet?" She asks.

"No," he answered fiddling with his fingers, "I feel embarrassed about the way I reacted."

"That's normal, James," she assured him, "But in order to repair any damage that's been cost, you need to talk to Steve. To move forward. From what you've told me he's a very understanding person. I'm sure once you've apologized and explain to him the steps you've taken to help your mental health, I'm sure he'd be willing to accept you back into his life."

"I'm not so sure," he looked down at his hands.

"You won't know until you've tried. Listen, I'm not here to tell you what to do or what not to do. I'm just here to help you navigate your thoughts a little better. In a more healthy way. If you're really serious about living a more healthier mental life, I think you should talk to him. You don't want to really throw this lifelong friendship away, do you?"

"No, I don't," he shakes his head.

"Good. Remember to be honest," she tells him, "Vulnerability isn't a bad thing. Your feelings aren't a nuisance. it's how you handle them is what matters. I'm not saying you have to talk to him as soon as you walkout of here. I just want you to start making the notion of doing so. Our time is just about up, how about we do this. Some homework for the week.

"I want you to write a letter to Steve. Bring it in next week, you don't have to read it. But I would like to discuss it. What do you say?"

"Okay, I could do that," he agreed.

Christmas week

Steve and Elizabeth flew back home a few days before Christmas. They put their bags in the trunk of their rental car.

The car ride was silent for awhile, both tired after a long flight, now sitting in traffic on their way back to their parents' place. This would be their first time back to Brooklyn since the whole Bucky situation. The road trip back to California was fun, but there was a looming sadness over Steve. It's not like he regrets standing up to Bucky he doesn't. He just wishes thing would've played out differently. He really wished Bucky would've talked to him before he left back to California.

"How are you feeling about being back?" Elizabeth asks, while they sat in traffic.

"I don't know," Steve sighs, "Feels weird going back home and not talking to Bucky."

"Maybe you should try calling him. It's been a few months. I'm sure he'd be willing to hear you out," she said, rubbing his right arm.

"I don't want to push him," Steve said through gritted teeth, his grip on the steering wheel getting tighter.

Bucky had been a touchy subject the last few months. During the first month Elizabeth would ask Steve if he'd heard from him, the answer always being no, followed by Steve shutting down. After that Elizabeth stopped asking, noticing how much it was affecting Steve, but the constant reminder of it wasn't helping. She knew that if Bucky ever did call, Steve would tell her. The only thing she could do was be patient and be there for Steve whenever he needed her.

The holidays kept everyone busy. On Christmas Eve. Steve spent it with Elizabeth's family at her grandma's house. Elizabeth found herself watching Steve play with her younger cousins, she couldn't help but giggle when they roped him into a tea party. She found herself imagining a future where Steve would do the same with their own children. She quickly shook the daydream away. Reprimanding herself a little for even thinking about kids at their young age.

On Christmas morning Elizabeth and Steve spent it with his parents. It was a nice peaceful day just lounging around in their pajamas. For dinner, Elizabeth's parents went over to have dinner at the Rogers' house. It was a nice little send off dinner for their parents who were leaving for Mexico to spend the New Years for a couples' getaway.

Elizabeth and Steve were heading to the Hamptons to spent NYE with Wanda, Thor, Loki, and Scott. They had planned to have a nice, peaceful trip.

While Steve and Elizabeth were at the Hamptons, Bucky and Natasha were spending their NYE at his family's beach cottage in Port Washington.

They were cuddled on the couch surrounded by take out containers, watching the New Years Eve special waiting for midnight to happen.

Bucky got up about 15 minutes to midnight to grab something from the kitchen. He walked back into the room with a new bottle of champagne and two champagne flutes.

"Got some champagne," he said holding it up for Natasha to see.

"Um," Natasha awkwardly shifted in her seat, "Actually about that."

Bucky looked at Nat confused, putting the bottle and flutes down on the coffee table before sitting back down next to her.

"What's wrong" he asked, grabbing the tv remote to mute the tv, and give Natasha his full undivided attention.

"So there's something I haven't told you," she says looking down at her fidgeting fingers.

"You're worrying me Nat," Bucky said, grabbing her hands to help ease her nerves

She looked up to meet his worry filled eyes.

"I'm pregnant," she announced.

Bucky eyes widen at her announcement, instantly dropping her hands. The look on her face showing she was telling the truth.

"How is that possible?" He asks in disbelief, "We've been so careful. We use double the protection. Condoms and you're on the pill."

"Actually about that," she nervously shifted under his intense gaze, "I haven't been on birth control in a little over two months."

"What?" Bucky yelled, quickly rising from his seat, "What do you mean you haven't been on birth control in a little over two months?"

"I got off of it," she shrugged trying to play it off, "It's my body and I can do what I want with it. And I just wanted to give my body a break, I've been on the pill since I was 15."

"I get it's your body, Natasha, I'm all for you doing whatever you want," he stresses, "but you should've told me. I'm your boyfriend, we have sex frequently. You should've at least had the respect of your sexual partner, letting him know that you were no longer on birth control. So in that case I could've been a tad more careful."

"We were using condoms," she half heartedly defended herself.

"They aren't 100% effective Natasha," he gripped his hair, in complete disbelief over this entire conversation, "You even know that. That also doesn't defend yourself for not telling me. You should've told me."

"I'm sorry. It's not like I was planning for this to happen," she yelled.

Bucky just stared at her like she just grew two heads. How is she not freaking out, he thought. They were clearly way too young for this. Which is why they took precautionary measures.

After a few moments of silence Natasha spoke up, "I'm keeping the baby."

Bucky didn't know what to say. He felt the room closing in on him. He started having a hard time catching his breath.

"James," Natasha quietly said, getting up to check on him. He raised his hand, silently telling her to stay where she's at.

He headed for the back door, the house felt too suffocating for him. He walked through the the small yard to the gate that led to the beach. Stumbling around.

To a stranger they would just think he's drunk. In reality he was just having a panic attack.

It was all too much. His mind was racing.

She's pregnant. With a baby. My baby. I'm going to have a kid. I'm going to be a dad. I'm not ready to be a dad. My dad was shit. God I can't be like my dad. I'm not ready for all of this.

He put his hands on his knees, hunched over trying to catch his breath. But he just couldn't. He did the only thing he could think of. He pulled out his phone and dialed the only person he knew would help.

Steve and Elizabeth were laughing with their friends, waiting for the countdown to begin. Steve felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He moved his shoulder off of the back of the couch, where Elizabeth was cuddled up against.

He pulled his phone out and his heart dropped at the name that appeared. He quickly got up and walked out of the living room and upstairs to the room where he was staying in for the week.

Wanda raised her eyebrow at Elizabeth, who just shrugged her shoulders, equally as confused.

"Bucky?" Steve answered the phone, closing the door behind him. He could hear Bucky hyperventilating on the other side.

"Steve," he tried to get out.

"Buck, what's wrong?" Steve asked, pressing the phone even closer to his ear the sound of everyone downstairs counting down to midnight.

"Steve, I-," Bucky was struggling to get out.

"Buck, please try to calm down," Steve stressed, "Inhale, hold it for a few seconds and then exhale. You need to calm down. I can't help you, if I can't understand you."

Bucky tried his best to calm himself down, with Steve talking him through it.

"Now, can you explain to me what's wrong?" Steve asked, hearing Bucky's breathing leveling out more.

"I-I'm not re-ready Steve," Bucky stutters, sniffling his nose.

"It's okay take your time, I'm here whenever you're ready."

"No, it's Natasha.”

"What's Natasha? Is she okay?" Steve questioned, getting more concerned.

"Yes, she's fi-ine," he stuttered again, trying to say the words.

"Where are you Buck?" Steve asked, looking around for his shoes and keys.

"I'm at the beach cottage."

"I'm in the Hamptons. Is there any way you can meet me back at my place?"

"Yeah, I think I can," Bucky said a bit more calmer now.

"Okay, I'll see you soon."

When midnight struck Elizabeth went upstairs to check on Steve, making sure everything was okay. She could hear him on the phone talking to Bucky, trying to calm him down. She waited outside of the door to give them some privacy.

Twenty minutes later Wanda went to go check on them, to find Elizabeth sitting on the floor.

"Is everything okay?" She whispered.

"I don't know," she answered, "I'm waiting for Steve. You can head back down, I'll be down shortly."

"Okay. We're here if you guys need anything," Wanda said before walking back down.

After another 25 minutes Elizabeth heard Steve hang up the phone. She softly knocked on the door, and let herself in. She walked in to see Steve frantically going around the room collecting his things.

"Steve is everything okay?"

"It's Buck. He called me while he was having a panic attack. Something about Natasha," he tells her.

"Is she okay?"

"I think so. I was able to calm him down. I need to get back home," he said putting his things in his suitcase.

"Okay. I completely understand. Do you want me to go with you for the drive?" She asked.

"I don't want you to have to cut your time here short," he says, feeling guilty for bringing this on her.

"Steve, something is clearly going on with Bucky. I want you to go to him, but maybe it's best if I drove. I haven't had a drink in hours, and you seem too frantic. Please let me help," she pleaded, placing her hand on his stopping him.

Steve looked up and noticed the worry on Elizabeth's face.

"Okay," he gave in, "We'll need to leave as soon as we can."

Elizabeth nodded, quickly grabbing her weekender bag and start shoving things in. If they forgot anything's he knew Wanda would bring it back.

They said their quick goodbyes and were on the road within 5 minutes, with Elizabeth behind the wheel and Steve fidgeting in the passenger seat.

Bucky took a few minutes to himself on the beach, trying to make sure his anxiety was at rest before he headed back inside. When he entered the house, Natasha shot up from her seat.

"Happy New Years," she awkwardly said, trying to cut the obvious tension.

"Umm," Bucky scratched his head looking everywhere but at Natasha, "We need to leave."

"What?"

"I mean, you can stay if you want and I'll pick you up tomorrow," he rephrased, "But I can't stay here. I need to go. Steve is meeting me at his house."

"Steve?" She was taken back by that mention, not expecting to hear Bucky say his name. He hasn't mentioned Steve in months.

"Yeah, I called him," Bucky says rubbing the back of his neck.

"Well that's good right?"

"Yeah, listen. I really need to go, so are you going to stay or come with me?"

"To see Steve?"

"No. I would drop you off at your place," he tells her, "I'm seeing Steve alone."

"Will she be there?"

Natasha didn't really know exactly why Steve and Bucky weren't talking, at first. Then she heard that Steve and Elizabeth were dating, and it all made sense. The only person that could tear Bucky and Steve apart. She never told Bucky that she knew. Figured it wasn't worth the fight. Especially not now when she was carrying his child.

To an outsider it might seem like she got pregnant on purpose, but that wasn't the case. She knew they were too young for this, at least that's what she thought when she first found out about the pregnancy a week ago. But now that she's sat with it she's taking it as a sign that this is meant to happen. She's just really hoping that Bucky would see it, if not now but eventually.

"Listen, Natasha, I don't have time for this," he looks her in the eyes, "Are you coming or not?"

"I'll get my bag," she remarked with a snark tone, walking passed him to their shared room.

A couple of hours later Bucky was pulling up in front of the Rogers' house. 2:15 am read the clock in his car. He looked to his right, out the passenger side window to see a dark figure sat on the front steps of the house.

Bucky took one last breath before exiting the vehicle.

As soon as he opened the front gate Steve stood up from where he was sat on the stairs.

Once Bucky approached him both young men threw their arms around each other. Gripping each other tightly, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. They stayed like that for awhile. Relishing in the comfort of being back in each other's arms. Their silent fight no longer important. All they knew in that moment was everything was going to be okay, because no matter what they'll always have each other.

Steve walked into his parents' living room holding two mugs of coffee. As he rounded the couch, he handed one to Bucky.

"Sorry, if I ruined any of your plans," Bucky apologized, "Tell Elizabeth I'm sorry for taking you away."

'Buck, don't worry about it," Steve waved him off, "She completely understands. And truth be told, I wasn't necessarily feeling in the New Year's mood."

"Yeah," Bucky sighs.

"Do you want to talk about what happened tonight?" Bucky nods his head, placing the coffee mug on the coffee table in front of him. He shifted his body to the left to face Steve.

"She's pregnant," he announces.

"What?" Steve asked, not expecting that to be the reason, he quickly placed his mug next to Bucky's.

"Yeah, my reaction exactly," Bucky said.

"What? How?"

"Apparently Natasha hasn't been on the pill in a couple of months," Bucky explains, "And even though we always used condoms, they aren't exactly 100% effective."

"Did you know she wasn't on the pill?"

"Nope," Bucky tells him, "If I knew I wouldn't been a bit more cautious."

"So she told you she was pregnant?" Steve said getting back to it.

"Yeah. She was so nonchalant about it. Like it was no big deal," Bucky stressed,

"How is she just so calm. We're not prepared for this. I'm not ready for this Steve. I can't be a dad. I don't even know how to be a decent human being."

"That's not true Buck," Steve disagreed.

"Come on Steve, we haven't talked in months, and we both know it's not because you didn't try," Bucky says, "I was so caught up in my own jealousy. And selfishness, that I never even considered your feelings or Elizabeth's. And I don't think I can ever make it up to you for treating you like you're nothing to me."

"You were hurt," Steve tried to excuse.

"Doesn't excuse the way I behaved," Bucky says, "I know that now."

"I've been seeing a therapist," Bucky informs him, "I never realized how much my mental health was taking a toll on those around me. So after our fight, I found someone to talk to. To work through the shit that's going on in my mind."

"How's that been going?" Steve asked.

"Good," Bucky gives a half smile, "Really good. She's good. I've realized a lot about myself that I didn't know. Working through all the issues I've had with my father leaving."

"That's good Buck. I'm proud of you, truly," Steve beamed, patting Bucky on the shoulder.

"I really am sorry for the way I behaved," Bucky repeated again.

"Buck, you really don't have to apologize again," Steve told him.

"I need to Steve," he said, "I can't believe I acted that way. I should've been happy for you and Elizabeth. I'm glad you two have each other. Seriously. I couldn't imagine her with anyone better, same goes for you. I won't cause any more issues for you two. It's not worth not having you in my life. You're my brother Steve, and I don't want to miss anything."

"Thanks, Buck. It really means a lot to me to hear that," Steve smiles, "Because I don't want to miss anything in your life also."

"Yeah, especially now," he says, the reality of why they're there dawning back.

"How are you feeling now about the baby?"

"I don't know, man," Bucky shakes his head, "I'm afraid I'm going to screw this up, like everything else."

"But now you're working on that," Steve reminds him, "And you're not going to be doing this alone. You have people who are always going to be there. I may be in California now, but I'm just a phone call away. You're not alone. But you do have to try Buck. That's all that you can ever do. Try your best, no one's asking you to be perfect, but as long as you're trying your best, that's what's important."

Age: 21 Year: 2015

The sounds of a baby crying woke Bucky up from his sleep in the early depths of the morning. He quietly and quickly got out of bed, making his way to the small New York kitchen to make a bottle.

He walked into the small nursery where the two-month-old baby wailed from hunger.

"It's okay," Bucky shushed gently, picking up the small baby, "Daddy's here."

He adjusted the small baby in his arms before placing the bottle in the baby's mouth.

"There you go," he encouraged the small one, as soon as he heard the sounds of the baby drinking.

Bucky sat down on the chair in the corner of the room, opposite of the crib. He just stared as the newborn drank their bottle, while simultaneously falling asleep. Even though he was completely exhausted, he had never felt more happier. More at peace with where his life was at.

As long as he kept trying his best, he knows he can do this for the rest of his life.

[neardeathdolls]

Favorite podcast that isn't NDD

Here we go!

Last Podcast on the Left

Unexplained

The Dark Histories Podcast

Wizard and the Bruiser

Why Won't You Date Me?

DKG Welp

If you had to kill someone and hide the body, how would you do it?

Hypothetically speaking, of course! I haven't thought about this a bunch or anything.... ANYWAY, I would kill them with an overdose of sleeping pills or morphine because I don't have the upper body strength or the resolve to kill someone by smothering (which is my second option.)

Then, onto disposal. I would effectively try to mummify them by removing all the organs and smothering the body in lime, salt, and whatever else dries out bodies. Then, I would put them in a heavy duty garment bag, and drive it out to a desert state like New Mexico or Arizona and leave it in the middle of nowhere.

My hope is that it will be found many years later by very confused people out there to camp and smoke weed. By that time I hope to be in a nursing home, and I will then admit to the murder.

Follow up question: what's the most likely reason that you would kill someone?

Haha! Now here's where it gets personal. I have only ever honestly wanted to kill one person in my life, and went so far as to plan it out. (I was 13, so obviously I wasn't going to carry it out.) And it was my sister's boyfriend at the time. I hated his fucking guts and I still hope he dies in a ditch.

So what that tells me is I'm only motivated to kill by egotistical men who I perceive to be pieces of shit and ruining the life of someone I love.

How do you feel about true crime fanaticism?

GUILTY AF. I have always hidden my inner, deep fascination with dark themes. I grew up in a religious household and even though they let me read books like Silence of the Lambs as a kid, it was supposed to be more of an intellectual pursuit.

Now seeing all the rest of society going nuts for the same thing makes me think we're all a bunch of degenerates with a secret dark side - and I'm okay with that. Let's be degenerates together!

Marry/Bang/Kill - Sasquatch, a Man in Black, and Ed Kemper

Uhhhhh. Gross. (And I'm saying this to myself, because I wrote these questions lol)

Marry: Sasquatch.

I don't mind a hairy guy. He's been described as a gentle giant, and a gentle lover if you believe those kinds of stories. Plus, I love the idea of living in the woods and hiding from humans. So not a bad option all around.

Bang: A man in black.

Okay, go ahead and call me gross. But at the end of the day, I will have at least some answers about what Men in Black are after having sex with one. That is, if they can have sex... and since they seem to come in pairs or in groups, does that mean I have to do group sex?

I'll do what I have to. For SCIENCE! ;)

Kill: Ed Kemper of course.

Because: fuck that guy. I do think he's made some interesting contributions to our understanding of serial killers. But now he's done, and so it's time for him to go. Bye bumblebutt!

How old were you when you learned Santa wasn't real? How did you find out?

Okay this one is just for fun. I learned Santa wasn't real at the age of around 9 or 10. That year I decided to do an experiment to test Santa and see if he could deliver to me a toy that hadn't been manufactured since 1984. Namely, a Peaches and Cream Barbie Doll.

Now you can buy one on eBay for $149, but back then it wasn't so easy. There was eBay, but my parents certainly weren't going to go to buy me an expensive old Barbie.

But maybe Santa could provide! So I set my heart on a peaches and cream Barbie, told NO ONE, not even my friends or family, and waited to see if Santa delivered. I assumed, of course, that Santa could read my mind. Well, either Santa can't read minds, or he's not real, because I never got that particular Barbie.

Fun fact: there is a Peaches and Cream Barbie funko figurine, as well as masks and t-shirts with Peaches and Cream Barbie featured on them. I had no idea it was so popular!

And that concludes this portion of the Dolls of Our Lives. I hope you've enjoyed the sneak peak into my psyche. Stay tuned next week for Lisa's turn at the helm! :D

Toodles!

-Paige

[madlymiho]

Also can I ask you for a scenario in which zoro is gathering up his courage to confess his feelings to the woman he's in love with and he ends up doing it mid battle? Thank you my darling I'm so glad you're back 💚💚💚

Hello my sweet darling! I'm sorry it took so long for me to write this one, and I hope you didn't wait for too long! 😞

I'm very happy to write about the mosshead hehehe! I hope this scenario will suit you! It's slightly angsty! 😁 thanks for asking me this one 💙

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Zoro scenario : Something I should have told you before (read after the cut)

He loves her. He knows it for a long time, a very long time. He knows that there’s something different within him whenever she’s around. The way she smiles, dances, the way she simply looks at him. There’s something deeper than a regular friendship, and Zoro is deeply insecure because of his deep obsession with her. He thinks about her all the time, even during his trainings, where his brain is supposed to shut for good, the pain of his muscles becoming the only music he hears. Yet, he can’t shut his heart. He can’t pretend anymore, and it affects him deeply. How he’s supposed to confess feelings he’s so afraid of? He feels blocked by his own brain. Each time he’s seeing her, there’s something invisible which shuts his mouth. Despite his cruel need to say out loud how much he loves her, and how deep he wants them to be together, there’s nothing coming out of his throat. 

“Zoro?” 

He blinks and turns his head to gaze at her. There are both walking to meet powerful enemies, his fingers strongly crushed around the handles of his swords. He shakes his head and offers his best cocky smile, hoping that she wouldn’t notice his silent inner torture. 

“Afraid?” He asks, avoiding her stare. His heart is already too much painful at this particular moment. 

She pinches her lips together, somehow slightly disappointed to feel that everlasting coldness and distance coming from him. She’s not an idiot, she knows him. For a few weeks, she has the sensation that he’s keeping something from her. If usually Zoro is pretty honest and direct, this time, he’s clearly hiding something. And she hates it. 

“Why would I be afraid of them? You’d be around, and the others are not so far,” she shrugs, looking at the road.

“Hey, I’m not here to fight for you.” Zoro snaps coldly, clicking his tongue. 

“You don’t have to be so mean.” She answers sadly. 

It hurts Zoro right in the chest. Once again, he’s so clumsy with her, it’s almost unbearable. He suddenly grabs her wrist and forces her to freeze. Anxiously, she looks up at him, eyebrows furrowed. He feels his mouth becoming dry, the words still stuck inside his throat. Why does it feel so hard to speak out his feelings like this? Each time he meets his eyes, he feels terribly numb ; and idiot unable to talk. He wishes that he’d be like Sanji sometimes, extravagant et ready to always share his feelings loudly. He wishes that he’s not that cold heart man. The tension in his arm becomes even more painful. She’s waiting, her mouth slightly open, her tender stare mapping his features. She doesn’t seem to know, and yet, she’s patient, silent, offering him enough time and space to muster up his courage and talk. 

But Zoro turns his head, and looks at the ground. Why? He doesn’t know. He wants it to feel easy and natural, yet his brain refuses to let him tell those forbidden words. 

“Just watch your sorry ass. I don’t know if I’d be able to rescue you.” He lies, and immediately walks again, abandoning her on the road. 

She remains silent, and terribly upset. She brushes her wrist, where a second before, Zoro’s hand was circling her skin. She bites her bottom lip and prevents herself from shouting terrible words. That man is a catastrophe, an impossible idiot. Yet, she wishes deeply that one day, finally, he would be brave enough to tell the truth, for once. 

So Zoro runs, enraged. He runs and attacks the first enemy he sees, his frustration and disappointment becoming a new strength driving his every gesture, giving im even more power. It feels easy to cut enemies, to hurt them. There are just pack of meats, and nothing else. Walking bags with blood inside, no more, nothing useful, nothing he would care about. Yelling, growling, Zoro keeps attacking his many opponents, unable to stop the boiling feelings inside his brain. He can’t help but think of her. He left her on the road, somewhere behind and he clearly doesn’t know where’s she at the moment, and how does she feel. He can’t even know if the distance between them is long or not. He can’t even tell if he saw her five minutes or two hours ago, times itself becoming blurry. In her eyes, he has perfectly noticed that she was hoping for someone else ; something more. But again, he gave up on her. He’s good at fighting, good at drinking his sake and have fun with his friends. Yet, revealing the deepest part of his heart seems just like an impossible quest to achieve. What a pitiful man. 

“Idiot.” He growls for himself, slashing another man with his sword. “You’re just a fucking idiot!” He snaps again. 

Slowly, he feels that he’s about to lose control. His entire mind is poisoned by the fact that he can’t confess his love to the only woman in the world he’s in love with. He hates himself for being such a coward. She deserves to know after all? He tried many times before… Over and over again, clumsily trying to make her guess his feelings. He can’t bear the look in her eyes anymore. She must despised him now. And it would be normal. He doesn’t deserve to love someone so kind, and patient, when he’s just a pill of insecurities and cowardness. 

“Zoro!” He suddenly hears from across the field. 

Name. 

He can perfectly recognize her voice, despite the cloud of dust in front of his eyes. There’s something wrong, he can tell. He pushes on of his opponent to make his way through the battle, cutting more enemies whenever one of them tries to stop him. 

“Name!” Zoro shouts desperately, stopping his race to listen to his environment. 

He’s lost. He doesn’t know where he came from earlier, and he can’t be sure to follow the right direction. Fuck, he’s even more useless. 

“Zoro, here!” She suddenly appears in the middle of the chaos. 

She’s hurt. Drops of blood are running down her cheek, dripping from an open wound on her forehead. She looks tired as well, as she’s barely able to maintain her sword between her fingers. Toddling in his direction, she manages to grab his arm when Zoro quickly crosses the distance between them. Zoro still feels the presence of her enemy behind her back, and immediately decides to react. If she can’t fight anymore, then he’d be the one to rescue her. 

“Stay here!” He orders, helping her sitting down on the ground, her back resting against a pill of rocks. 

“Zoro, please don’t leave me…” She mutters, her weak fingers grabbing his collar, a bit desperately. 

He puts her hand down on her thigh, ignoring her plea, unable to think about anything else but revenge, rushing into the dust and the broken buildings to find the man he’s looking for. He has to avenge her. In less than a second, he finds the enemy he’s looking for, a deep growl escaping from his throat. He wants to spit how much he hates him. How hard he will make him suffer for what he done. But instead of talking, Zoro jumps forwards, one of his sword trapped between his teeth. He’s enraged, out of control. He has never been like this before, it’s the first time ever he feels so violent. He wants to make them pay, twice the price. Each cut on her skin must be payed the double by him. He can’t let them escape, nor live after what they did to her. The enemy is strong and powerful, Zoro can perfectly sense it thanks to his Haki. But he also knows how much he’s far more precise and deadly. After several minutes of an intense fight, the man finally falls on the ground, eyes blank, unable to lift his sword anymore. Unconscious, his head hits the floor in a loud and almost pitiful crack, as Zoro catches his breath back. 

Still driven by the adrenaline of the fight, Zoro looks up for her body, and finally recognize her figure in the middle of the rubble. He puts his swords back in their sheaths, walking right to her as if he’s about to lecture her. He clenches his fists, dazzled by his own rage. When he’s finally in front of her, he squats down and grabs her collar. 

“Why the fuck did you try to fight him?” He snaps angrily, his fingers twisting her shirt dangerously. 

“He was the one who attack me first!” She tries to argue, her eyes gleaming and full of tears. 

“He could have killed, you idiot!” Zoro shouts again, furious. 

Her bottom lip is trembling, tears falling on her cheeks. Zoro once again feels the familiar sensation of his heart falling in the middle of his guts. He exhales loudly. 

“Why are you so mean with me?” She finally questions, her voice slightly broken. “You’re always so mean with me!” 

“I’m not!” 

“Yes, you are!” She violently pushes on his shoulders, trying in that desperate gesture, to repulse him. “You’re always cold, and violent. You used to be kinder with me… What the hell is wrong with you?!” 

Tears keep falling on her face as she stares at him with furious and desperate eyes. She needs an answer, and Zoro knows it. He can’t hide himself behind his coldness and distance with her ; he needs to stop being so selfish and coward. He catches her wrist when she tries to push him once again, plastering her back against the rock, his eyes intensely looking at her. She sniffs and looks away, her fingernails digging a bit in his skin. 

It’s now or never. 

Zoro grabs her chin between his thumb and his index, forcing her to turn her head and looks back at him. He clears his throat, the silence surrounding them, and he thinks for a second that if she’s attentive enough, she would definitely hears his intense heartbeat pumping against his chest. He clenches his other fist, mustering his courage up to confess his love. 

“I don’t know how to say it…,” he starts, blinking a few times. “I’m… I hate when you’re around when I’m fighting someone…,” 

“Tst, you really are stup -” 

But Zoro circles both of her cheeks, preventing her to speak anymore. He shakes his head, pinching his lips together, before he continues. 

“I hate that because I feel that I won’t be able to protect you…” He continues, his husky voice slightly broken. “I...I don’t want to lose you.” 

She remains silent, her fingers still crushing the skin of his wrist intensely. She breathes heavily, the tears in her eyes finally drying. Zoro sighs, and closes his only eye for a second. 

“I tried many times to tell you this... But I’ve been a coward,” he feels his voice turning into a whisper as he finally opens his heart. “I’m afraid that I won’t be able to protect you from this cruel world, since the first day I met you. I didn’t want to feel this. I didn’t want to have such a burden on my shoulders...But it seems that fate played with me by putting you on my road, and now I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t lie anymore.” 

“Zoro…,” she calls in a long exhale, unable to move. 

He looks back at her, his thumbs softly brushing her cheeks. 

“I’m in love with you.” 

His all world is spinning while he finally confesses his love, his eyes watching her features intensely. 

“I’m in love with you, Name,” he repeats, once again, to make sure that she understands his statement. “It burns my chest, my soul, my entire body.” 

She softly lets lose her grip on his wrist, her digits coming to brush his face. She skims his features for a long moment, remaining silent. She smiles, at first timidly, until it turns into something solar, enlightening her entire face. She suddenly jumps between his arms, ignoring the blood on her features, nor his. She just crushes her lips on his, closing her eyes, her digits digging in his green hair. He growls, surprised, shocked, until he finally understands that it’s her way to answer to his confession. Intensely, he wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her even closer, answering to her kiss. They both share this moment of a passion for a long time, their tongues dancing, their bodies entirely flushed together. She finally parts her lips, her hands cupping his jawline. 

“You’re seriously an idiot…” She whispers, shaking her head. 

He rolls his eyes, and clicks his tongue. 

“Shut up, brat.” 

And just like that, as if the world around is disappearing, Zoro kisses her again, freed from that invisible jail trapping his heart. He loves her and she loves him back, and for the first time in his entire life, Zoro finally feels carefree and deeply fulfilled. 

[xlovely-daydreamsx]

Yo, I'm the anon that requested Leon and Raihan! I loved the way you wrote the two of them!! I have a question, tho. Do you write for Sun and Moon?? Bc I wanted to request hcs for Hau and Gladion. It's fine if you don't, though!

yep, i do most pokemon games! i’ve played all of the base games except platinum, so i’m down for pokemon hcs of all kinds! and thank you sm, i’m glad you liked it :)

Hau

his yandere tendencies are kind of similar to Hop’s, but it’s a bit easier for him

he’s obsessed with your talent and strength, is enraptured by every one of your battles and the way you smile when you win

he’s got enough excuses to be around you all the time - you’re going the same way, might as well stick together, right?

he prides himself in being your best friend; he wants more than that, of course he does, but he can be patient, he can wait for you. you’ll realize soon enough that you love him just as much as he loves you

he takes you out to eat all the time, gives you gifts, trains with you; he can’t help but smile when you’re around

he tries to keep you away from the others in the islands, which isn’t too much of a challenge since most places are secluded

he never lets you camp on your own, says it’s too dangerous, and uses it as an excuse to slip a sleeping pill into your tapu coco every night.

he spends a lot of time staring, even more time letting his hands roam across your skin, but never goes too far - he wants to look in your eyes when he finally pleasures you, he wants you to want it

he asks you out in front of the whole town in an attempt to both pressure you into saying yes, and to make sure everyone knows you belong to him

of course you say yes to him- you have no reason not to, especially since you wouldn’t want to embarass him in front of the whole town. you like him well enough; you’d never thought of him romatically, but he’s kind and you enjoy his company, so you figure you’ll get used to it

he’s immediately touchy, always holding your hand, hugging you, kissing you, keeping you right next to him at all times

he never lets you have a conversation alone. why wouldn’t you include him in it? are you hiding something from him?

he needs to know everything about your day 

he acts like he doesn’t know, even though he had been watching you all day. you better be careful not to lie to him; he wouldn’t want to have to hurt you

if you try to break up with him, he’ll play it up with tears and pleas to give him another chance, that he’ll change for you, anything you want. you’re just misguided, that’s all, you’ll understand that he’s the best thing for you, even if he has to force you to understand

Gladion

he’s the true tsundere type of yandere

he acts like he doesn’t like you, snaps at you and criticizes you for everything you do

he knows he likes you, likes you a lot more than he should, but he doesn’t understand why - you’re just some loser kid who’s friends with his sister who can barely take care of themself, let alone their pokemon

gods, don’t get him started on your pokemon. he saw an interview with you once, where an interviewer asked you how you pick your pokemon. “i pick the ones i think are cute!” was your answer. it baffles him, how innocent you seem to be. he wonders how you even got to this point without someone taking advantage of that

he decides he’s going to toughen you up, or at least protect you until you can manage on your own, because you obviously are incapable right now

he starts finding new ways to be around you, excuses of training or visiting his sister, anything to be around you

he’s still a bit snarky with you, but he’s much nicer to you than he was before. you’re happy that you’re finally able to be friends with him; you admire his battle style and his integrity

when his mother starts causing problems in Alola, he’s insistent that you stay out of it. he considers it his own problem, and it’s way too dangerous for you. what would he do if you got hurt dealing with his problems? he couldn’t take that

of course you insist that you help, because it’s you and you don’t know your own limits. he tries to warn you, but you refuse to listen. he decides he needs to take a more drastic measure

you can’t run off into danger when you’re handcuffed to the headboard in his hotel room, can you? it’s a temporary setup, he’ll get you somewhere nicer, cuter, since that seems to be your standard, but you have to stay with him. he has to protect you