#but when i ask her to repeat herself she gets really fucking mad at me

[just-anarchie]

i hate my asl teacher so much

[delulujuls]

it's just us | mv33

hi! i can't get enough of my dutch duo, so here comes the third part of the mad dutchman and the fearless dutchess and if you didn't read the second part of it but you wanna catch up, here it is!

you can read each of this solo and you can read it all like series. it work well both ways!

so yeah, as usual, bon apetit and enjooooy x

summary: y/n is upset by some media nonsense she read online but max is here to remind her that at the end of the day its just them and the rest doesn't really matter

warnings: i tried with a smut but im not sure how it went, sexual content, +18, eating p, praising, comfort sex?

pairing: fem!redbulldriver x max verstappen

The kiss didn't change anything between Y/N and Max.

In the other hand, it changed everything, but it absolutely did not affect their relationship. There were no nervous questions, no timid behavior, no checking whether a quick kiss at the strategists' table was okay, or whether it was necessary to count down the seconds of the hug they exchanged with each other after the race so that it wouldn't last too long.

To be honest, their entry into a relationship was a kind of relief for the entire team. Christian Horner himself, the team father of the two flying Dutch, seeing them kissing after winning the podium, just shook his head and with a slight smile admitted "Finally, fucking hell".

Of course, the media did not leave a single dry spot on Red Bull drivers. The couple, of course, did not flaunt their feelings left and right, because it was absolutely not their style, but it was difficult to take a seat in the car without a quick kiss and wishing each other good luck. And we know how hungry reporter hyenas are.

"This is absurd"

The girl shook her head and threw the phone into the pillows. It was already late in the evening and the couple was getting ready for bed, as they had a long media day ahead of them tomorrow.

"I told you not to read this nonsense."

Max replied, emerging from the bathroom in shorts and drying his wet hair with a towel.

Y/N didn't answer. She kept her eyes glued to the sheets and felt her stomach begin to ache from nerves. Max knew perfectly well that the lack of an answer meant only one thing. The overthinking machine already started.

He put the towel aside and sat next to her on the bed, wrapping his arm around her and kissing her temple.

"Look at you, a fearless Dutchess worrying about some stupid texts. That's not in your style at all"

He spoke jokingly, trying to cheer her up a bit. However, she was really touched.

"It's just making me sick when someone is saying made up bullshit"

She replied bitterly, feeling tears forming under her eyelids. She could deny with her arms and legs that these were tears of anger, but in the reality she was simply hurted. And Max knew this perfectly well.

"You know very well that this bunch of idiots will write anything for views. At the end of the day, only you and I know the truth. It's just us, remember?"

He said calmly and stroked her shoulder. Y/N sniffed. Max was absolutely right. It's just them and that was all that mattered. Even though she received numerous criticisms in the media over the years, newspapers and Internet portals often trashed her, all this did not make any impression on her. Unfortunately, it was different in this case, because it was no longer just about her. It was about them, about her and Max.

She raised her head and met a pair of blue, gentle eyes. The ocean was calm, july was dominating the cloudless sky. She herself slowly began to feel calm, accepting that it was just meaningless nonsense.

"I love you, but you already know that, right?"

She asked, smiling slightly.

He nodded and returned her smile, kissing her forehead.

"The only thing that matters is that we have each other and we love each other. And as a certain genius said, fuck 'em all."

"Fuck 'em all"

The girl repeated and smiled wider, causing the last tears of sadness and anger to leave the corners of her eyes. Max wiped her cheeks and lifted her chin, kissing her.

Y/N kissed him back, touching his rough cheek. He easily pulled her onto his lap and she sat on his soft thighs, laughing quietly. She knew exactly where this was going.

"We have a lot of work tomorrow, Max."

"We will boycott media day tomorrow. 'Red Bull drivers protest against idiotic headlines' sounds better, doesn't it?" he asked, being so serious that the girl burst out laughing, "Or better yet, 'Red Bull shock!' Couple had sex until dawn to boycott the media', yes!"

"With the link 'see photos', definitely," she added, laughing.

Max took her face in his hands.

"I much prefer it when you smile, you know?"

Y/N nodded and leaned in, kissing him again. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she tangled her fingers in his still damp hair. Their kisses were slow and tender, filled to the brim with love. Years of arguments, making up and standing up for yourself only to argue and slam doors again led to a place where there was an incredible amount of love to give and receive from both sides.

Max slipped his hands under her shirt, squeezing lightly her soft flesh. The girl sighed quietly into his mouth and he smiled at her reaction. If he thought that after so many years, he would fall in love overnight with the girl he always had by his side, he would laugh at himself.

He took off her shirt, so there was no longer any blockage between their heated bodies. Skin pressed against skin, lips pressed against lips. These moments were incredibly soothing for both of them. One might think that after so much time spent together, both in good and bad relationships, one cannot count on any elation. What wrong thinking this is.

Max grunted softly as he grabbed and pressed her closer to him. His soft purr, which lightly touched the girl's ear, gave her goosebumps. He moved from his mouth to her neck, leaving wet, slightly pink traces on her skin. Y/N involuntarily closed her eyes, feeling both the softness of his lips and his rough, scratchy stubble.

"I love the way you smell"

He said quietly, almost in a whisper. She smiled to herself and gently grabbed his hair, tilting his head back, making him break away from her neck and they were able to look into each other's eyes again.

"I taste even better though"

She lunged seductively and crashed into his mouth again. Max easily grabbed her thighs and lifted her, throwing her onto the bed.

"You always have to do this, right?"

He asked, his breathing a little quicker. His aura instantly darkened, and his eyes seemed bottomless. Y/N frowned a bit, not knowing what he meant. But seeing him like this, she only wanted one thing. Him.

"You always have to throw something away, set me straight. Always."

She raised herself on her elbows, looking at him with a slight smile and thus posing a challenge to him.

"You could try to humble me"

As soon as she finished speaking, he pressed her body against the mattress and kissed her deeply. The girl wrapped her legs around his hips and wrapped her arms around his neck. She wanted to be closer, as close as possible.

Their kisses were still full of love, but now the tenderness gave way to passion. When Max moved to the girl's neck, she felt her lips burning and swollen. It didn't help when she bit down on them, feeling Max suck on her nipple. Blue eyes carefully followed the girl's rosy face, wanting to make sure she was giving her nothing more than pleasure.

When his teeth hit the soft skin, a long groan filled the bedroom. Max smiled, licking her breast while massaging the other one with his hand. He much preferred to hear her moans rather than Dutch insults. After a few moments, he moved lower again, kissing his way across her stomach. He tightened his large hands on her sides and buried his face in her stomach. She smiled at his gesture, running her fingers through his hair.

"You're soft, so soft. Fuck, so soft."

Max murmured, his face still pressed against her stomach. Y/N couldn't help but laugh quietly. This whole situation, the very fact that they were now apparently a couple, was unthinkable to her. And the fact that they were both adults and now they were acting like a couple of teenagers.

"Simply, simply lovely"

He shook his head and placed a few more kisses on her skin until he reached the waistband of her panties. He looked up at her face again, wanting to make sure she had her consent, but she, still smiling slightly, just nodded in answer.

Max undressed her completely in one move and spread her legs, hugging her thighs. As soon as his tongue passed over her clit, she closed her eyes and licked her lips. This wasn't the first time they had had sex, but Y/N had already become familiar with certain behaviors Max displayed in bed, and one of them was the desire to please his partner. Max loved to take, but God, he loved to give even more.

As his tongue moved over her clit in smooth, circular motions, his eyes studied her body carefully. Her hard, pink nipples, uneven moving chest, her dry, parted lips, rosy face, her tightly shut eyelids. Max smiled slightly, proud of himself of turning her into such mess. Y/N involuntarily opened her eyes and looked down her body, causing their eyes to meet.

"Do you like it, schat?"

He asked, pausing his movements. He blew lightly on her pink, swollen clit, making her shiver.

"Mhm, please -just, just don't stop"

"As you wish, love"

He replied, going back to work. Her hand involuntarily tightened on his hair and it didn't take much for her back to arch and an orgasm to fill her body. A loud, long moan broke the density that had reigned in the hotel bedroom. Her head felt heavy and dizzy, and it was hard for her to breathe. Max pulled himself up and kissed her, moistening her dry lips with her own juices, which made him all wet. Y/N smiled and hugged his neck, giving him wet, sloppy kisses. He was resting one hand next to her head, and with the other he was trying to free himself from his suddenly too tight and slightly soaked shorts. When he succeeded, he slowly inserted himself into her hot, tight and incredibly wet interior. She broke the kiss, parting her lips at the sudden sensation, digging her nails into his bare, muscular back.

"Fuck, Max, oh my god-"

"Yeah, i know baby" he muttered, stopping his movements "I'll be gentle, take your time"

Max kissed her, wanting to help her relax. She returned each of his kisses, which were now delicate and tender. Max was incredibly gentle and had countless layers of love inside him. His tender touch, sweet nothings whispered straight into the ear, the certainty that his partner is happy and feels incredible pleasure. Max seemed to her as an incredibly selfish asshole at times, but in this case it had absolutely no effect. The only thing he cared about at that moment was pleasing her and distracting her from negative thoughts. After some time, he began to move slowly inside her, feeling that she is not so tense anymore and soon any discomfort disappeared and was replaced by incredible pleasure. Y/N wrapped her legs around his hips and pulled him closer, kissing him deeply.

"I'm all yours now" she said, smiling slightly into his mouth.

"You are and always been mine"

He replied and kissed her back. His movements went from slow and calm to faster and more decisive, increasing in intensity with each passing minute. Single moans that had been thrown into the thick air filling the bedroom some time ago now cut through them like bullets. Max felt the sweat that had formed on his back sting the scratches left by the girl's nails. He sat back on his heels and wrapped his arms around her thighs, now fucking her to the point where they skin were clapping on each other. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her thighs, his still damp hair falling into his eyes. His lips were bitten and every now and then a low moan escaped his throat. His arm and abdominal muscles flexed and relaxed steadily, and numerous love marks adorned his fair skin.

"You look so good, and feel -fuck, feel so good, too"

Y/N moaned, clenching her hands on the sheets, feeling how he perfectly hit her inner, sensitive spot with each movement.

"And you are doing so good by taking me so well, baby"

The truth was that she was a total mess underneath him. She wasn't even fully aware of her words or of her actions, all of this was feeling so good, he was feeling so good.

It didn't take much for either of them to reach their orgasm, which came over them almost simultaneously. A moment later they were lying next to each other, Y/N resting her cheek on his chest and her hand lying limply on his stomach. He was hugging her, tracing lines on her arm.

"I hope you won't worry anymore about any stupid things said by other people"

Max said and kissed her temple. She smiled and raised her head, kissing him on the cheek.

"At the end of the day it's just us, right?"

[staryuee]

Hii friend <3

I dont know really know if requests are still open but i wanted to ask if you could do any genshin characters with a rude s/o?

If not you're always aloud to delete the request :)

HOW YOU MAD AT ME, ‘CUZ I’M CUNT, BITCH?

꒰warnings꒱ cursing…obviously LOL

⠀꒲ ` synopsis . . . you wouldn’t call yourself rude just…”free-spirited” and liberal in your word choices~! ^_−☆

⠀꒲ ` characters . . . eula, xiao, thoma, ei, furina, navia, wriothesley

⠀꒲ ` notes . . . if i had a victorian era shilling for the amount of times my friend has called me rude after i’ve made a comment about something i would be the next ebenezer scrooge (⊙_⊙)

EULA — 优菈

now while eula would normally abhor at the foul language and insults that so easily spew from your precious lips, she actually can’t help but be oddly bemused.

i mean her expectations for linguistics are awfully high, one mustn’t speak with little eloquence but your brashness was oddly…charming, and refreshing in a way. you weren’t afraid to offend people, and simply enjoyed the motto of “i won’t apologise for what i said, i’ll apologise for how it made you feel.”

eula is of course someone who’s treated like the poster-woman for the concept of rudeness given her past and current feigned ego, so honestly you sort of make her feel better about herself — not in a negative way, in the way that she just simply doesn’t feel that lonely anymore.

if anyone has so much as a word to speak against you due to something you’ve said, they can speak to her first. the entirety of teyvat is allowed to shudder if she so much as so breathes, but when it comes to you? vengeance will be severed with a side of wine.

XIAO — 魈

stop. please. xiao is already overwhelmed enough by the varieties of his duties, all his patrolling — and now he has to make sure his lover isn’t in an argument with someone or being threatened to literal death.

he frankly doesn’t really care about the way you speak, sure it’s surprising at first since the majority of people in liyue hold themselves in a way that seems a bit more…calm, but then again sometimes that within itself can be seen as a rude attempt at pacification of genuine feelings.

you’ve never been mean or rude to him, directly at least, so he literally doesn’t care how brutal or venomous your words are, so long as you don’t get yourself in too much trouble. people haven’t seen the yaksha so an edge whenever a person opens their mouth since, well, ever.

he’s never brought up your attitude or personality; he loves you wholly, even if some parts of you are a bit more prickly than rosy.

THOMA — 托马

“haha, they were just joking!” you ticked off another five on your little notepad with a careful swoosh of your pen.

thoma has had to repeat that very phrase so much to the point you’ve been keeping a safe tally on a notepad of whenever he says it. to be honest, you don’t even believe five can be multiplied this many times…

your rudeness and foul language comes as an innate package, and thoma has no problem in neatly tying that package up with a little bow to placate whoever you managed to horribly offend that day. you fear that one day, if thoma isn’t there, you’ll find yourself being interrogated by kujo sara, maybe in a more lucky scenario heizou, herself.

“thoma can you do this f—“

“no.”

“i— wasn’t asking you??”

“you didn’t need to, now fuck off (๑･̑◡･̑๑). don’t be incompetent and you wouldn’t have to ask someone else to constantly do shit for you.”

RAIDEN EI — 影

if not directed to herself directly, she finds you absolutely amusing. she literally cannot be a spokesperson against rudeness after her uhum many self-made and self-fulfilled tragedies, plus she herself can be rather verbally off putting therefore, she has little problems with how you address others.

she does, however, keep a very keen eye on you to make sure you don’t stir up trouble with the wrong crowd.

but, hey! the great thing about dating a highly revered archon is the fact literally no-one will speak out against you.

“[name] told me to kill myself when i said hi in the morning…” and guess what? all of a sudden they have a long voyage to the fiery volcanoes of natlan planned out. criticism is only allowed if it’s aimed at her, not you — you’re basically an extension of her, if anyone so much so demeans you because of your attitude, it’s almost like they’re disrespecting the electro archon herself.

that’s a crime the citizens of inazuma have long learned the lesson of.

FURINA — 芙宁娜

she loves you purely for the theatrics and dramatics you always managed to find yourself in. it always seems like drama follows you wherever you simply step — and hey, she’s an actress, it’s no wonder she’s so easily charmed and swayed with the way your voice rings out blunt responses like it were second nature.

and to be fair, she’s a massive instigator of conflict. on the sidelines of course. so when you perhaps “accidentally” rub someone the wrong way, she can’t help but use sarcasm to throw fuel into the fire and watch the hellish flames burn as she kicks back with a cup of tea and a slice of cake (you know, like a true mirror to marie antoinette)

i think your duo would be even funnier and more undoubtedly chaotic if you have british humour and or slang equipped because let’s be so real if this was modern furina would force neuvillette to act like her roadman guard-dog while she sold 50p sweets during break time to the year 8s. throw in a little “yute” or “op” and she has heart eyes all over you (i promise this is all for the sake of comedy…)

NAVIA — 娜维娅

the best part of being in a relationship is being able to chat shit about anyone and everything, because well, you’re each-other’s everything already, why rely on the kindness of strangers for validation?

you and navia do the thing where you’ll subconsciously glance at each-other from the corners of your eyes when someone (or people) say some dumb silly shit. the problem being, neither of you can keep quiet and immediately will begin giggling and will make it inevitably worse by whispering to one another “stop!” and “don’t laugh—“ while holding your mouths to stifle yourselves.

this leads to people being rather nervous to speak to navia when you’re around. usually, navia is very friendly and softly spoken; often she’ll be a rather happy-go-lucky and caring girl who smiles no matter what — of course this doesn’t mean she’ll allow people to walk all over her, but hey she believes in second chances — but when you’re around…people will loiter around creepily before gathering the courage to ask for help or whatever they need.

navia is at heart however, a very loving and respectful person so she will remind you of when you’ve stepped out of line. sometimes rudeness is just an innate quality that people have and it’s sometimes not intended out of malice; even petty things like lateness or speaking out of turn counts as “rudeness”, and navia is here to either make excuses up for you or to defend you from criticism ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

WRIOTHESLEY — 莱欧斯利

oh he absolutely eats this shit up. every argument, insult, fight etcetera you’ve ever had is kept in a personal file somewhere in his cabinet just for memories sake. wriothesley’s life is already quite dramatic and hectic as it can be, the fortress of meropide could honestly sometimes be described as a form of circus within itself especially if you’re involved, but he revels in your antics nonetheless.

you’re literally so fucking hilarious, each time he hears those heavy doors heave open beneath him he just KNOWS shit has gone down and you’re about to dramatise it for him live.

you best believe he’s an instigator the same way furina is; whispering to you and then giggling when you use his encouragement as some sort of reference while you practically spit venom at the person who’s unfortunately become your centre of focus.

he won’t allow you to stir up too much trouble in the fortress of meropide but being his partner you get the perk of not getting into nearly as much trouble as you would if you were one of the criminals down in the fortress (unless you are then…well you’re special so it doesn’t matter!)

©STARYUEE do not copy, steal or repost ♡ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ɪʜᴇᴀʀᴛɢᴀɴʏᴜ

[coff33notforme]

Atsv characters reaction to you calling them baby girl

A/n: Just silly little headcannons because this prompt has been living in my head rent free, also I’m adding Atsv to my writing list so feel to request headcannons. Pairing: Pavtri, Gwen, Hobie, and Miguel and Gn reader (Separately, Platonic or Romantic, just random bullshit I don’t know, headcannons )

Gwen: You’d just returned from an incredibly draining mission, your body ached with each tense step you took

But as soon as you saw Gwen leaned over one counter tops in dining hall you couldn’t help but feel a childish joy bubble up from in your chest

Wrapping your arms around her waist as you embraced her with a smile you whispered 

“How’s my baby girl doing today?”

And she fucking freezes, your what?

You had never called her anything like that before, she can’t help but feel a smile of confusion creep it’s way onto her face

“What, what did you just call me?” 

She asks with a smile 

She’s not mad at all, just confused as to what brought this on, but after you repeat it she shakes her head with a breathy laugh as she turns to hug you

She doesn’t really mind the nickname, I mean it’s not like she’s in love with it, but she finds your strange nature oddly endearing

Whenever you use it In front of others though, lord have mercy, she’ll do that thing where she freezes up and her eyes go wide as she tries to cover up what you were saying to her

Hobie and Pav tease the shit out of her

One time just to test the waters you used the name In front of Miguel, when I tell you she froze, I mean like a deer in headlights as she turned to you with the biggest glare she could offer

Miguel only scowls at the two of you as he rubbed his temple with a frustrated sigh

“Y/n, Gwen, at least try to keep this professional.”

She wouldn’t talk to you for two weeks after that

But once her anger had subsided she found herself getting used it too it

Pavtri:

You were in the kitchen, bent cookie recipe with furrowed brows as your eyes scanned the paragraph of instructions your eyes fell upon one particular ingredient 

Sugar

How could you have forgotten to buy some? With a groan you shifted your body to face Pavtri who had been laid out on the couch watching you work for the past hour of so, he looked over to you confused as to way you seemed so distressed 

“Hey, Baby girl?” 

You called out to him in only the sweetest tone, he couldn’t fight the smile that managed it’s way onto his now brightly grinning face

“Yes? My prissy pissy poo poo bear?”

At his ridiculous nickname, you couldn’t help but to burst out with a loud fit of laughter, as you clutched your stomach you turned back to Pav

“What, did you just call me?”

“What did you call me?” 

He shot back with a lopsided smile 

From then on anytime you used the nickname he only racked his brain for something ten times as ridiculous as what you had called him

You’ve compiled a list of all the weird shit he’s said

Anytime he does this you let out a soft snort and a quiet fit of giggles following this, and this only encourages Pav to keep going, he’s addicted to the sound of your laughter

But honestly he loves the nickname, the idea of him being yours and yours only, makes his heart flutter 

Hobie:

The idea had come to you a long time ago, you had to admit, that you found the idea of calling Hobie baby girl, was at least a little funny to you if not incredibly tempting 

With a shit eating grin crawling up onto your face, you’d found Hobie in his room, tweaking his electric guitar as he sat on his bed

His head shot up at he noticed your frimillar  figure slinking through his door, he offered you a lazy smirk as he placed his guitar to his right as he opened his arms for you

“How ya been doin’ love?”

He drew out, you felt your smile only widened as you returned his embrace 

“Not too well without my baby girl.”

You teased as you placed yourself onto his lap, kissing his cheek with a hum

“Damn Right.”

Just accepts it, baby, he’s whatever you want him to be 

Malewife, babygirl, you name it he’s yours 

He just loves you call him yours, and if you want he’ll call you the same 

Miguel:

It was a dare, it was a dare, fucking Peter B Parker would be the death of you

Miguel was right there, this was all you had to do before you could leave, this was it, it was only for a moment and then you were gone

Miguel sat alone in his office, his head propped up in one arm as his eyes tiredly drifted through the monitor screens, with signature pout plastered to his face 

With a deep breath, you turned and shot Peter one last glare as he smiled to you offering you a encouraging thumbs up as you stepped into

Miguel’s office, Miguel slowly turned his office chair as he looked to you with a bored look on his face

“Do you want something, Y/n.” 

He spat, he didn’t mean for it to sound so harsh but as he saw you wince slightly at his tone he couldn’t help but sigh, as he ran his hand through his messy hair

“What is it?”

He asked slightly softer than before, you drew in a deep breath as you approached him cupping his face with one hand as you kissed his other cheek

“Nothing much, just wanted to see my baby girl.”

You muttered against his skin

Miguel tensed up as soon as those words left your lips

“What the fuck did you just call me.”

At first you froze, you didn’t know if he was going to blow up, but much to your surprise

Miguel pushed you away as he quickly turned away letting out a string of irritated groans and growls as he held his face in his hands

He was so fucking glad you couldn’t see what an effect your words had on him, his face had glown bright red 

There was no way, he actually fucking liked that, this only caused him to growl louder which had you flinching 

“Get out!” 

He barked which had you scampering out of his office as fast as possible, he needed to cool of now, but he was definitely going to make it up to you later

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Requests are open teehee

[barcalover86]

PEDRI ONE SHOT

Jealous-P.G.

(Y/n version)

You've been dating Pedri for 4 months. You loved each other a lot, but even after all these months, you can't believe that he chose you and not any other girl that was prettier than you.

This was one of the reasons you were scared to lose him. Maybe someday he will see someone that was right for his level and leave you.

Maybe he will realise that you can't give him what he wants so you were all the time worried and insecure.

It's not that you don't trust him. He is the sweetest person to you and tries every time to show you how much he loves you, but it's all just seems like a dream. It was a really good dream, and you were scared that this eventually would end.

Now Pedri was injured, and he spent more days with you. Everything seemed to be perfect until you were invited to the birthday party of one of your boyfriend's friends.

You've never met her and were really concerned about what she would think of you.

The location of the party was really beautiful. A lot of people were invited and were swimming in the club's swimming pool.

Pretty girls everywhere you were looking, in revealing bikinis and dresses. You couldn't lie. They are having some pretty gorgeous bodies.

Pedri ordered the drinks for you two. He wanted to have fun tonight after the intense season he had, so he chose some shots, and you said you only wanted a free alcohol cocktail so that you can drive both home tonight.

Pedri told you that you could just ask for a driver, but you didn't feel the need to drink right now.

All you did was look at the beautiful girls that were partying next to you.

Pedri was talking with a few friends after he introduced you to them.

They were nice, but not exactly your type.

Pedri was feeling sad that you weren't in the mood for talking, so he just let you be with your thoughts, knowing that he can't do anything to help you right now. He promised himself to talk with you the next morning.

After some time, the birthday girl named Jess asked Pedri to go in the pool with her to have some fun. He looked at you for approval and went with her after you nodded. You didn't want for him to be half naked after a half-naked gorgeous body girl, but were too shy to say no to him.

You looked at the two of them who seemed to have a lot of fun.

Pedri wasn't exactly looking at her body, but when she turned around intentionality, his eyes were going at her curved ass for a second by accident, but you, of course, saw.

This girl knew that he has a girlfriend, but didn't mind at all.

She wanted him all to herself even if he is taken.

You started to get really jealous, and when she touched his abs and chest, you had enough.

"Pedri, can we go home, please? I'm tired. " You tried to talk to him, but he said that it was too early for you to go home.

"But I'm tired, Pedri. Please, " you repeated yourself, but he just told you to get home because he will ask for a driver.

"Oh sure, bebé. You just had to ask me to stay with her this night, and I would have left! Have fun and happy birthday, Jess, " you said, really angry and frustrated with tears in your eyes.

Everyone looked at you in shock, but now you didn't have time to feel embarrassed. You went home, threw yourself on the bed, and started to kick yourself.

Of course, he wouldn't want you. He has a tone of girls, why would he choose you.

A simple girl.

You cried hard while packing your things quickly. You wanted to leave his house as soon as possible and go home where you could be alone.

When you were almost done, you heard someone rushing to your room.

"Y/n!!! I called you multiple times. You scared me to death, amor..wait-what are you doing?" he felt like his heart just broke when he saw you packing your chlotes with red and puffy eyes.

"What do you think, amor? you replied mad.

"No, no, no, no, no, no" he said while trying to make you stop and to put you closer to him"

"Leave me alone, Pedro! Go to the fucking birthday girl you adore that much"

"What??? Y/n, stop! You don't need to be jealous right now, please. I love you and only you. You have no idea how my heart is breaking right now, seeing that you want to leave me. She means nothing to me. She is just an old friend. I told you before that she is a flirty type of girl. Please please please don't leave me. "

You didn't listen to him at all. Now you were on your living room, ready to leave all behind .

"Y/N!!! I LOVE YOU! I ran here the moment you left." he really was sweating. You didn't notice it.

"Of course, I wouldn't let you leave alone, and I would have come with you because all I wanted to do tonight was being with you. I tried to talk to you. " Yes, he did, "You were tired and didn't wanna talk. Sorry, I let you alone. I wanted to swim with you, but you made a lot of excuses. I was the one who questioned himself all night long if you still feel something for me. And now, with you leaving...I-no..I can't, " he started to cry so hard.

You've never seen him cry, especially this hard. Your heart shattered at his words. There's no way you didn't love him anymore.

"Cariño.."

You went and hugged him, his body now on the floor. His hands were on his eyes, but his sobs were heard loudly.

"Lo siento mucho.."

You felt so bad for making him this sad. You kissed his forehead softly making sure to tell him how much he means to you.

You also explained your situation to him and he told you that you had to say this before you decided to leave the house.

You knew that you exaggerated at this point so you felt so bad.

After he calmed himself a little, he looked into your eyes. His were red, but full of love.

"I just can't imagine myself without you.."

"Oh, Pedri.." you said while hugging him again.

After you kissed his lips, you went to your bed, cuddled eachother and slept.

The next morning, you talked about the whole thing, knowing that both of you made some mistakes, and promised yourselfs to tell everything from now on.

[mj0702]

For @helen-with-an-a

Lucy was laying on the couch Ona pressed against side and partly on top of her your sister absently drawing patterns on her girlfriends back as she heard the door got opened – rather aggressively. Seconds later you made your way into the living room and alone on the way you stormed inside Lucy saw how angry you were. You stood in front of them and looked down on them with an absolute furious look on your face

“Yes?” your sister looked up at you bewildered

“You...” you growled out before your focus switched to Ona “... and YOU”

“Bubs... calm down and tell me.. us.. tell us what upset you” Lucy said trying to calm you down

“BOTH of you are fucking hypocrites!!!” you said and both Lucy and Ona sank a little deeper into the couch by your outburst

“Excuse me” your sister asked perplex

“I just got asked by a “fan” if your little tete-a-tete started... if it really started at Lstans wedding or even before when you were both in Manchester?” you exploded before pointing at Lucy “YOU get angry and upset because I didn't say anything about Georgia and here YOU are fucking that little spanish girl all the way back then... I can't believe you did this to me... you Lucy... YOU of all people... did you even wait till Kei moved out??”

“Woah calm down...” Lucy said sitting up after she gently nudged Ona of her “You do NOT speak like this to me OR Ona...”

“You apparently don't talk to me either” you spat back and Lucy saw how your fingernails were digged into your palms

“Calm down” your sister repeated soothingly

“The fuck I will” you said furiously turning around leaving and as you were about to leave the room you couldn't hold back and punched the wall

“Y/N Tough Bronze! Come back here - NOW” Lucy exclaimed shocked and angry at the same time

“NO” you yelled back already halfway down the hallway

“I'll...” your sister looked at her girlfriend pointing in the general direction where you just disappeared to “I don't know what's going on – but please don't take her seriously”

“I would lie if I'd say it doesn't hurt what she said” Ona said carefully

“I know... and I'm sorry – but... I'll figure it out okay?” Lucy said pleadingly

“Go.... whatever is going on – she needs you” the blonde spaniard said offering a weak smile and Lucy left towards your room

“Can I come in?” your sister asked through the closed door

“You can go and...” you started to spat already throwing stuff into your bag

“... if you finish that sentence there will be consequences” Lucy interrupted you angrily before she took a deep breath calming herself down

“No need....” you said coldly after you ripped your door open with your bag in your hand storming past her – or at least you tried

“No you don't...” your sister reacted quickly grabbing your arm “We're going to talk about it – you won't run away”

“Let go” you growled towards her “... or I see myself kicking your right knee – hard... very hard”

“Go on then... do it.. kick my knee if it makes you feel better – but I won't let you leave” Lucy said calmly her grip loosening a little around your arm

“Lucy.... let go” you growled

“No...” your sister said lowly “... I NEVER cheated on Keira... NEVER...”

“You fucked...” you spat but your anger started to leave your body with Lucys calm demeanor

“... I never... not until I transferred to Barcelona – you know Keira and I were way over at this point...” Lucy said honestly

“... but you never talked to me.. you never told me” you said your anger switching to sadness

“... I didn't know how... you love Kei... you adore her....” your sister said letting go of your arm seeing you wouldn't try to run again “... I didn't want to bring you into a position where you feel the need to pick sides – I wanted to wait until you would … I don't know.. better understand the situation or see how good friends Kei and Ona are so it would be.. easier?”

“You got so mad because of G and I and yet here you stand saying you wanted it to be easier” you said sadly

“I'm sorry about who I reacted about G... I really am Bubs” Lucy carefully laid her hand on your shoulder

“Okay...” you said not really comfortable with your sisters touch at the moment but still needing the physical touch

“Bubs please...” your sister pleaded with you for a little more reaction feeling how tense you were

“I... just can't at the moment...” you said “... can I please leave? I'll be at Keiras”

“Sure...” Lucy said biting her lip hard so you wouldn't hear how hard it hurt her you asking her that question “... of course you can leave... Just... just let me know when you're at Keis okay?”

“Yeah okay” you breathed out before you walked down the hallway

[jjmaybankshousekeeping]

i need your touch || JJ MAYBANK

summary - jj and yn got into a fight, but due to the current storm, neither of them can leave the château, so they’ll be stuck together, which would be especially difficult for jj since he craves yn’s touch, something he can’t have.

warnings - angst?, fluff.

word count - 407

a/n - thank you for the request :) sorry it took me so long to answer, i haven’t really been on tumblr in quite a while. i do believe this was a request but it took me so long to finish it that the request has somehow disappeared lol.

post number - 6

reader - she/her.

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“do you fucking mind?” jj spat towards his girlfriend.

she snarled back, “what?”

“stop looking at me. it’s fucking annoying.”

y/n chuckled, “all right then, big man.”

y/n walked away, going to get herself a drink, as john b and pope walked over to the blonde boy.

“woah!” john b raised his eyebrows, “trouble in paradise?”

“oh, don’t even ask. i don’t even know what’s going on. i just know that we’re really mad at each other for some reason.”

pope was confused, “you’re mad at each other, even though neither of you know what for, but you’re still continuing to be mad at her?”

he thought for a moment, “uh, yeah. that’s about right.”

jj explained when this all started and how neither of them knew what for. he mentioned how difficult it was for him to not go and lie down in bed for him, and go cuddle with y/n like they always did during storms.

after about an hour, he’d had enough and went to go lie down; however, his girlfriend already beat him to it.

“bro.”

“what?”

“i basically live in this room and i can’t even come in here now.”

“nobody said you can’t.” she pointed out, “literally nobody is stopping you.”

jj thought, “oh, yeah.”

he went and sat down on the bed, opposite side of the bed from where y/n was relaxing, trying to keep as much distance as possible.

he tried to get comfortable, but with the loud thunder going on outside, it took him a while, and the cravings for y/n’s touch grew.

“baby.” he whispered softly. no reply.

“baby.” he repeated.

she looked at him, “what?”

“please can we cuddle? i don’t even know what we’re arguing about and it’s getting ridiculous now.” he spoke softly, “i love you so much, and i’m sorry if i did something wrong, but it’s too much. i can’t pretend to be mad at you for so long. and i know you’re struggling to do that too.”

she smiled sheepishly, before practically diving at jj, “it took you long enough! i’ve been waiting, i was not going to cave in first.”

he let y/n straddle him and snuggle into his chest as his whole body immediately relaxed, before gently pressing a kiss to her forehead.

they both fell asleep together without even saying another word to one another, just listening to the sounds of each others breathing, heartbeats, rain and thunder.

[darkbluekies]

what would ocs do if mc got arrested for speeding after trying to escape

Warnings: threats, handcuffs, chains, humiliation?, manipulation, gaslightning?

Silas:

He’ll have a field day with this one. He won’t even be mad as he walks into the jail, on the contrary — he’ll laugh. With his hands in his pockets, you trapped in front of him and having bailed you out, he can’t do anything but mock you. He’ll get into your cell and run his hand through your hair in a demeaning way. He loves to see you shrink under his touch. 

“My poor little idiot, I think you dropped something when you ran away from me. What, you ask? Your fucking brain. How stupid can one be to get caught by the cops? I’ve bailed you out, now let’s go home, I’ll teach you yet another lesson of what happens when you try to run away from me since the last five didn’t seem to work.”

Dr Kry: 

He’ll be able to convince the police to let him handle you. You’re clearly not well. You don’t need to go to jail, you need to be taken to a medical facility … like his hospital. He loves that you’re trying to tell the police that it’s where you ran away from … it only makes you look more and more insane. As soon as you come back to the hospital, he’ll keep you cuffed to the hospital bed and remove all of his personal stuff from the room.

“Now, now, don’t be sad. I’m not mad, just worried. We both know you weren’t fit to drive a car. You should be happy that you’re under my protection or you’d end up in prison for both speeding and stealing my car. You’re quite the little criminal, aren’t you, my dear? Now I have to keep you chained like this so you won’t repeat it. You could really hurt yourself, you know?”

King Edmund: (there are no cars in his timeline, a horse will do)

When a frantic horse rose through the village, the royal knights captured it quite quickly. When they saw who was on the horse, they nearly fainted. They kept you in a clean room for the king to come get you. He’ll come twenty minutes later in a carriage, holding a chain in his hands. He’s furious, you can tell. 

“What were you thinking stealing my horse and riding away like that?! I had been thinking about taking you for a horse ride in the forest, but now I don’t think that’ll ever happen. It seems like you can’t act right and because of that, I need to chain you. I can’t trust you. Try to move with this heavy chain around your feet and you’ll find that you won’t get so far. How unfortunate … seems like you’ll be spending summer indoors. Come now, my darling. Let’s see you walk with those chains out to the carriage.”

Jerry: 

She’ll be laughing as she bails you out. She’ll laugh all the way back to your home and somehow, it frightens you. She never laughs when you run away … so what’s different this time? It tells you that whatever you’ve done, it’s worse than all the other times you’ve escaped her clutches. As soon as you’re behind closed doors, she collects herself and grabs a fistful of your hair. 

“You’re in such big trouble, baby. I’m honestly impressed that you managed to sneak out and steal my car keys without me noticing, but don’t think it’ll happen again. I’m going to put up cameras and I’ll be able to watch your cute ass as often as I’d like. Hah, try to beat that, you little shit.”

Hedwig:

You’ll be bailed out in no time and have Hedwig’s arms around your waist like a suffocating corset. She’ll shower your face in kisses before pulling you out to a car — not the one you’ve gotten caught in. Her chauffeur will drive the two of you back to her mansion in silence. Hedwig will lead you up to her room and sit you down on the bed. Before you have the time to think, she has placed something around your ankle. 

“What? Oh, that’s a tracker. Honey, please listen, please. I can’t have you running around like that. We’re meant to be together, I know it. I’m just protective over you. What if you would have gotten in a car accident? You could have- … you could have died. So this is just for safety measures. I’ve told all the staff to report to me if you leave my room and they’ll do their best to keep you at home. I honestly don’t know what I would do if the police wouldn’t have caught you. Seems like there’s a benefit of your reckless driving after all …”

[opertabry]

wrong number smau ➝ safe flight (half written)

synopsis ➝ peer pressured by your group members, you ask a fellow idol for her number. but when you texted her that night, you realised that she wasn’t the person you were texting. what you didn’t know was that she gave karina’s, aepsa’s hotshot visual and leader, number to you.

chapter 28 ➝ safe flight

you honestly missed aeri, a lot. but you couldn't look her in the eye without being reminded of jimin, everything reminded you of her now - from the karomi plushies that you would see in a random store you walked by to the pink pringles that always caught your eye during your group’s convenience store runs. there’s a saying of how you become a mosaic of everyone you have known in your life, pieces of people staying with you even if they aren’t in your life anymore. and sitting across from her now, you saw pieces of jimin in aeri. even as awkward as it was, the tension still thickened even more with the small talk that accompanied your lunch. you and aeri didn’t do small talk. she sighed as she put down her fork with a clatter.

“y/n, let’s talk.” god, even the way she talked reminded you of jimin.

“we are talking.”

“i meant talk about what happened yesterday.” aeri looked at you with a knowing look, you sometimes hated how much she knew you.

“nothing much to talk about.” you pressed your lips into a thin line, you started squirming in your chair from the suffocating feeling of her stare.

“y/n. i thought i told you that you can talk to me, i’m not a stranger. i’m your best friend. please, act like i am.” she knew how to push your buttons as you already felt inclined to spill everything out to her. and when you started, you almost never knew how to stop. you looked down at your fidgeting hands on your lap, and letting out a defeated sigh.

“i told her i thought i was falling in love with her.” you whispered weakly, you looked up to see aeri nodding at you, encouraging you to continue. and it was as if you had flipped a switch, as you felt your voice growing louder, you felt some anger boiling up inside you. “and she had the fucking audacity to walk away. do you even understand how pathetic i felt?” you saw how her eyes widened slightly, not expecting you to have had a sudden burst of animosity.

“well, i’m sure it was a misund-“

“no, don’t give me that shit! she knew what i meant, she’s a grown woman.” you snapped, and you almost apologised after seeing aeri flinch at your tone.

“she’s not that type of person, i swear. i know her.” you started to feel suffocated from how ticked off you were, why the fuck was aeri defending jimin?

“well you obviously don’t, you weren’t there when she said all that shit.” you seethed out, wiping your hands on your pants because you were starting to sweat from the overwhelming emotions swirling in your stomach.

“you’re not even going to let her explain herself?” she probed, you really didn’t want to get mad at aeri, but by god, was she making that so hard.

“aeri, i would, i honestly would! if she wanted to explain, i would listen. but the fact is, she doesn’t even have a fucking explanation, and she doesn’t want to explain.”

“give her some time.” you looked at her incredulously, there was no way she was serious, right?

“you know what? no.”

“no?” there was an almost amused glint in her eye, she urged you to keep talking with a raised eyebrow.

“no. because i was the one who stood there, i could have been humiliated in front of thousands of people and it would not even compare to what she did to me. no one was around and i have never, never felt more humiliated in my life, aeri.” you knew you looked heartbroken when a look of concern and guilt washed over her face.

“i’m sorry.”

“you shouldn’t be sorry. don’t apologise for things you didn’t do.” you murmured as you picked up your fork and started pushing around the food you lost the appetite for.

“i have to. she’s my leader.”

“and i am your best friend.” you repeated her words back to her, “i poured my heart out to her and she just fucking stomped on it! just like that, i don’t think she even cared!”

“she’s my friend, y/n. and she does care.”

“she could have fooled me.” you scoffed. “and honestly, that’s on me for thinking you could have at least listened to me as if i was your best friend rather than listened as her friend.”

“y/n ple-“

the screech of your chair against the floor cut her off, you squeezed your eyes shut tightly and opening them again as your lips quivered and you shakily breathed out, “go and see how she’s doing. although, i doubt she would be crying over it like i am.”

“that’s not wha-“ you didn’t hear the rest of it, walking out of the diner without a single glance back at her. you let out a sigh of relief, relishing in the way you felt as if a weight was lifted off your shoulders, and ignoring the ache in your heart that still bothered you.

do not shit on aeri SHES BEING A GOOD FRIEND TOO (for karina) shes trying her best

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[writinground2]

46 + 62 with one of the lionesses?

46. "I want to find my soulmate."

62. "Did we meet before?"

Right Person, Wrong Time - Lucy Bronze

The ball ricocheted off the cross bar again. Roughly running her hand down her face, Lucy let out a frustrated yell. Making her way to the end line, she glared down the field before taking off in a sprint. 

Huffing at the other end, she dropped her hands to her knees, catching her breath. She took off before she fully caught her breath. Lucy repeated her sprints three more times before stopping. 

She worked to toe off her boots, not bothering to unlace them. Growing frustrated, she gripped one in her hand, harshly ripping one off, followed by the other. 

“You good Lucy?” Beth asked softly, having waited in the locker room for the older girl to come in. 

Lucy let out a humourless chuckle out, flopping into her stall. Tilting her head until it hit the back, she slowly released her breath, giving a small shake of her head. 

Beth placed a hand on her knee, giving it a gentle squeeze, “what’s going on?” 

“It’s dumb, not even something that I should be this frustrated by,” she rolled her head to the side, making eye contact with the blonde. 

“If you’re upset, there’s nothing stupid about it.” 

“Great for my fitness though,” Lucy tried to give her a smirk, not quite reaching her eyes. 

Beth tilted her head, waiting for Lucy to say more. 

 “This camp, it’s just getting to me that everyone seems to have someone, Kiera’s moved on. Which is great, I’m happy for her, and everyone. I just, fuck this is so cheesy, I want my soulmate.”

Beth watched on sympathetically while Lucy worked through her thoughts. 

“I want that stupid feeling in my belly and my heart to flutter in my chest,” Lucy spoke wistfully, “I want that stupid smile on my face when their name shows up on my screen. I want to pretend to be mad at you guys for teasing me, but secretly love it because it means I am so in love.” 

Beth almost wanted to tease the brunette about the way she spoke longingly, but she knew this wasn’t the right time, that Lucy was really struggling with these thoughts and feelings. She truly felt bad that she didn’t have anything helpful to say, instead choosing to awkwardly pull her into a side hug. 

Lucy chuckled, pulling out of the hug, “you don’t need to say anything. I’ll get over it, just seemed to hit me suddenly.” 

Beth nodded, waiting while Lucy changed, walking to the van together. Beth giving her a sympathetic pat on the back as they walked. 

Lucy leaned her head against the window, tuning out the rest of the bus. Beth shook her head at anyone that looked ready to bother the defender.

“Shower up, make yourselves presentable, media in 45 minutes!” 

Was called to them as they entered the hotel. Lucy groaned; she didn’t think she had it in her to pretend to in a good mood for an afternoon of media. 

Pushing it to an hour, Lucy strolled into the conference room. With a glare from the media coordinator, she was ushered over to small brunette, casually tossing marshmallows into the air, and catching them in her mouth.

Sighing, she tried to shake off her foul mood, it wasn’t this poor girl’s fault she wasn’t in a good mood, she would do her best not to take it out on her. 

“Hey, I’m Lucy,” she stuck her hand out as she approached her. 

Y/N gave her an odd look, but smiled and shook her hand, “Y/N.”

“What are we playing?” she decided to just get right to it. The faster she could make a fool of herself on camera, the faster she could leave. 

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t much look like you want to play a game right now," Y/N gave her a sympathetic smile. 

Lucy winced at being called out but gave her a small nod. 

“Tell you what, I need a quick shot to say we did it, then you can just hide out here until it’s time to move on. Marshmallows are great mood boosters,” Y/N gave her a wink. 

The defender let out a relieved breath, happy she wasn’t going to have to play a game or answer the same questions she’s answered for every interview and every interviewer that thinks they’re being fun. 

“Great, just take a couple marshmallows, toss them up, catch them in your mouth if you can. I’ll record it and piece it together from there,” Y/N instructed, handing over the bag of marshmallows. 

Lucy took a few from the bag and set herself up in the view of the camera Y/N had set up. 

She tossed the first one up and easily caught it in her mouth. Smiling while she chewed her marshmallow, she started to walk out of the camera frame only to be stopped by one hitting her in the chest. 

“Get back there cheater, you didn’t toss it high enough,” Y/N giggled at the scowl Lucy sent her way, though did step back into the frame. 

This time, tossing the marshmallow extremely high, it came down with a smack to her face, having lost it in the florescent lights of the conference. 

Hearing Y/N chuckling at her, Lucy quickly tossed another and worked to get under it and catch it again. Smiling victoriously at Y/N just behind the camera, she slowly chewed her marshmallow. 

“Better?” she waited before being directed to leave her spot this. 

Nodding, Y/N motioned her away. 

Lucy had to admit, the little challenge lightened her mood slightly. Flopping into the chair, Lucy watched Y/N fiddle with the camera for a second before joining her at the table. 

The pair sat in comfortable silence, Y/N working away on her tablet while Lucy watched the rest of the team doing silly games or interviews. The first week of camp had been exhausting and it was apparent as the players went through the motions of the games, none with the same energy they usually had. 

“Thank you for giving me a break,” Lucy broke their silence, appreciating the break Y/N had given her. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N smiled at her, “you all looked beat walking in here, last thing you needed was another person pestering you.” 

“What were we supposed to do?”

Y/N gave a bashful smile, “honestly, nothing. You all looked like you needed a break, and no one can stay upset eating marshmallows. So, it was just going to be a little hang out time for everyone.” 

“So why the toss up?”

“I needed to make it look like I was doing something!”

Lucy let out a burst of laughter as Y/N defended herself, causing the younger woman to blush. 

They settled back into silence. Lucy found herself looking back over to the brunette though. There was something familiar about her, it felt like she had met her before. 

“Did we meet before?” Lucy abruptly cut the silence again.

“A few times,” Y/N chuckled, taping away at her tablet. 

Lucy stared at her waiting for her to look up from her tablet. Y/N flipped her tablet around, showing Lucy the Lionesses website. She looked at Y/N confused, but scrolled through the open page, realizing it a page of their board members. Finally coming upon Y/N’s name and picture, she realized why she looked so familiar.

A professional photo of Y/N smiled back at Lucy. Director of Marketing written underneath with a brief biography. She would have met the younger woman many times at any important Lioness events. And here she was, being grumpy and not recognizing one of the directors on their board. 

Cringing, she turned the tablet back to Y/N. She immediately started apologizing, but Y/N waved her off, shaking her head. 

“It’s ok,” Y/N gave her a smile, “apparently an intern no showed for this, and the media coordinator didn’t recognize me either, thought I was the kid, and sent me over here for this.”

Lucy looked shocked before letting out a laugh, “they thought you were an intern?”

“Ouch, you not thinking I couldn’t pass as an intern hurts way more than not being recognized,” Y/N pretended to look hurt.

The smile dropped from her face, thinking she had genuinely upset the other woman, “no! You could easily pass an intern; you look quite fit. I meant; you don’t look like you could be on the board. Not that you can’t do that.”

She trailed off when she saw the smirk Y/N was sending her way, “please continue to tell me how fit I am.”

Lucy scowled but was motioned to move on to the next media station before she could rebuttal. Her mood had greatly improved since spending it with Y/N for the last half an hour, her smile genuine for the first time in a couple days. 

As she made her way around the room, she continued to glance over to Y/N’s area. And true to her word, everyone there looked relaxed and at ease, all happy it was one less interview. Y/N had been right, no one could stay upset while eating marshmallows. 

As the afternoon ended, more people Lucy recognized came into the room, all well dressed in business attire. She watched as Y/N approached them, only now realizing Y/N wasn’t dressed like the media people were, but was dressed in form fitting dress pants, with a dress shirt tucked neatly into them. How the media coordinator didn’t realize she wasn’t press, was surprising now that she thought about it. 

Lucy stifled her laughter as she watched the coordinator pale as the entire board of directors was introduced and Y/N stepped forward, realizing she wasn’t the intern they thought she was. 

The defender could feel her dread start to settle in her stomach again. She had a great time with the Y/N, the little bit they got together. She had felt connected to her and couldn’t take her eyes off her for the rest of the afternoon. Now, it settled in though that it wouldn’t matter. Connection or not, Y/N was part of the board and Lucy was a player, they couldn’t be anything beyond that. 

She had been thinking of soulmates this morning and was dreading how hers didn’t seem to exist. It only made sense the first connection she has with someone ends up being right person, wrong time. 

She tried to focus on what they were telling the team, it was probably important, it was the president speaking. Her head shot up though when she heard Y/N’s voice again. 

“I know I’ve only had the opportunity to meet most of you a few times and actually get to know you this afternoon. Being part of this organization has been a great opportunity for me. Watching you all help grow and develop this sport, as well as the impact you have had girls in athletics, you should all be very proud of what you’ve accomplished. That being said, I will be stepping down. Thank you all.”

She briefly waved to the team, before stepping back and allowing someone else to speak. 

Maybe soulmates do exist. Maybe there is some force that allows people to be together. Maybe it is finally right person right time for Lucy. 

[catrasredemption]

Sometimes I feel like people just... fundamentally misunderstand who Catra is? Or they don't know how to interpret tones? I saw a post railing on Catra about calling Adora an idiot and how cruel it is, and I'm like... there's a difference between idiot (insult) and idiot (affectionate) and the fact that people don't get that is bizarre to me? And I'm not just making excuses - I know so many people who are like this. I have a friend who will routinely tell people to get out when they do something exasperating, or ask "what the fuck is wrong with you" and no one ever takes it seriously because she's not serious. It's honestly a very common love language.

"Oh but Save the Cat-"

Listen Catra had every right to call her an idiot after finding out that not only did Adora not listen to her about not going to Prime's ship, but realizing that she never really gave up on Catra even when Catra gave up on herself. And Adora's response is to laugh, because she knows what Catra is really saying - I can't believe you came back for me, I can't believe you didn't listen to me. And Adora's response is basically Yeah it's crazy isn't it?

"In Taking Control Adora calls herself an idiot, she's internalized it from Catra."

Listen. Listen. Adora grew up in the Horde. She internalized a lot of shit. As far as thinking she's an idiot goes, though - I don't think that's from Catra. She's exasperated at herself and mad at Catra and she uses vocabulary she's familiar with. Have you ever noticed how much Adora and Catra repeat the things Shadow Weaver said to them?

(also, yes, Adora is in fact being kind of an idiot in that scene because both of them are emotionally stunted at whatever level they reached before Adora found the sword. They default back to their normal behavior because it's familiar and wholly unhealthy and they can't move on until they both learn that.)

I'd have to go back and watch the entire series again, but afaik there's no instance of Catra using the word idiot to actively insult someone (mayyyyybe Hordak?). She throws around useless and pathetic a lot because she learned from the best (Shadow Weaver), but not usually idiot.

"You just don't like criticism against your favorite character."

Partially true. I don't like criticism that's based on a completely inaccurate interpretation of what was happening on the screen. Give me something besides "omg Catra is the worst" and we'll talk.

[ladyzirkonia]

Why Bo-Katan finally deserves all our forgiveness. (Spoilers for Mando S3E2)

And she's my Queen, I'll gonna defend her til I die. (And I need to get rid of all my thoughts and emotions)

Please leave me your thoughts in the comments. :)

That what depression look like. She doesn't want to see or hear anything anymore. She appears angry as she suspects Din is returning. She doesn't want to deal with this anymore. Repression and anger, she wants to push him off one last time, says she wants to get rid of him, until she spots Grogu. #depression throne

And now tell me she doesn't care about Din. She's really worried, no one looks like this when they don't care. This was clearly a mask to protect herself. She doesn't hesitate for a second to go and rescue Din. #tell her face she doen't care

Kind of excited but also sad and nostalgic to see her home. She never stopped caring for Mandalore, it was always her one and only dedication. And now she has a task to complete again.

Talking/bonding with Grogu. She finds it difficult to show feelings even to Grogu. And yet she shares her thoughts with him without hesitation. But you can tell her insecurity.

The last picture is what I call the ''Can you do that?'' mum look. Even though he's ''just'' a kid, she seems to trust his abilities.

Bonding time with Grogu continues. She's proud and sad telling him about Mandalore and herself. When Grogu is visibly scared, she tries to encourage him to find his dad. (Grogu purring like a cat is so cut) She continues to talk to Grogu to calm him down, telling him about her experiences with the Jedi, where she fought alongside them as friends, not enemies. Contrary to what has been heard from the Armorer, that the Jedi are enemies of the Mandalorians and even Grogu was seen as a child of the enemy.

She doesn't hesitate to put herself in front of him and protect him whenever necessary. Unlike Din, the Alamites are not a problem for them. #fighting like the queen she is

Of course it's clear that Grogu has already seen Mandalorians, the statement ''Your dad isn't the only Mandalorian'' is probably more of a tip, she can fight and protect him at least as well as his dad.

Just look at her, do i have to say anything else? Queen got her saber back like she was born to wield it. In contrast to Din, she doesn't seem to have any problems with it, it doesn't seem to be as heavy for her as for Din. She is one with the blade and uses it without hesitations.

''Din are you ok?'' I'm repeating myself. Like she didn't care at all.

''Din I can't hear you.'' Loved to hear her voice got so soft and worried.

She's just killing that thing with ease, like not a problem for me sir.

''I saved your life.'' That smirk and confidence. I think Grogu starts to like her or he's just hungry.

''He's quite the navigator.'' She knows what to say to get his dad feelings.

Still the bitterness in her voice as she reminds herself she ruled here not long ago and now it's all destroyed.

She's worried, she wanna get Din back on her ship. Her look just hilarious as he tells her he's not gonna come with her. Like what are you kidding me? You just nearly got killed without me.

Din still wants to go to the Mines of Mandalore and Bo-Katan just got her... what the fuck are you talking about, are you mad face.

''I actually think it's adorable...'' She can't really take him seriously that he's still holding on to his beliefs after everything that happened. And yet she doesn't leave him alone, she doesn't hesitate for a second to offer him her help even though he doesn't even ask. But just sassy as always like you're never gonna make it without me, you NEED me and she's damn right.

Sad face. But it's not the worst that she failed, that Mandalore got destroyed. The worst thing they bothered about is that the few who are left of their kind are fighting each other instead of fighting each other, the disunity and the hatred between the factions that are left. She wishes for her people to be reunited, even if it means burying her claim.

Bo-Katan and Din bonding time! Her telling him about her childhood, again kind of bittersweet, the way she was treated as a princess, the whole show and pomp, which is clearly not her style. I'm amazed that she opens up like that and I can't get enough of it.

When she says she doesn't embarrassed her father in front of everyone, does she mean someone else did it? I wonder why she says it like that. And I was hoping for some Satine content, which unfortunately didn't come.

The way Din just stands there and looks at her, I wonder what he's thinking, if he's looking for words to comfort her. If he just realizes how wrong he was, what he thought of her and what the Armorer said about Bo-Katan.

And he said with all his respect ''This is the way!'' After she told her dad died for Mandalore. I cannot describe my or even her feelings about that.

Genuinely shocked somehow, he caught her off guard with that. That's Bo-Katan without her mask. Like this phrase that bothered her all the time and now touched her heart.

And the her ''What are you looking at?'' after Grogu caught her off guard like... aww my daddy is a nice man right? She puts back her sassy bitch really quick. That's just so hilarious and I really loved that.

Bo just having so much fun giving Din a tour in the ruins of the Living Waters. She's really thawing and seems to have fun teasing Din about taking all those old stories and legends seriously like a little kid.

Do I have to mention again that she doesn't really care about anything and keeps asking if everything is okay with Din. Only that she is one of the few who really calls him Din and not just Mando. The way she first exchanges amused looks with Grogu until Din says his oath and steps into the water. Then her facial expression changes and I would like to know what she is thinking, but the sight may bring back memories in her or it may just touch her.

Bo-Katan is a though woman and you rarely see all of her feelings shine through, but this happened multiple times in this episode and it touched my heart.

Not to mention that she jumped after Din to the rescue once again without any hesitation. Or the complete overwhelm when she sees the Mythosaur. I can't wait to follow her further development with Din and Grogu. I think this is one of the best character developments since Ahsoka that we are getting.

In Filoni we trust. Thank you!

[psychangels]

been thinking abt the different dynamics and general relationships between the gang. so here's those thoughts summarized, with my more in-depth ones under the cut

chai and peppermint they have a very fun dynamic, with their bickering and bantering. the evolution of their relationship is fascinating and sweet, and i will forever love how peppermint starts caring about chai fairly early on and lies horribly about it to his face because she doesn't want to admit to anyone—least of all herself—that she's getting attached

chai and macaron their dynamic is just nice and sweet. chai helps macaron grow more confident and tries to help him relax. macaron helps chai by rooting for him and complimenting him when others won't. it's also rlly cute how they're the only ones to refer to each other with nicknames/terms of endearment (mac and little guy respectively)

peppermint and macaron endlessly fascinating to me how they both love roxanne and what she built so much that, despite not meeting due to her keeping them at arms length, they're ultimately brought together

macaron and cnmn their dynamic is so fun! cnmn's bluntness contrasts well with macaron's cautious nature. love how macaron built cnmn because he didn't want to be alone...and was self-aware enough that he needed help to also make them a therapy bot

chai and cnmn such an interesting dynamic. the guy that supresses basically any and all negative feelings and hides his past and pains; the therapist robot that recognizes that, but is just tactful enough to not call him out on it...for the most part

cnmn and peppermint kind of a similar dynamic to cnmn and chai. she appreciates cnmn for his more analytical side than his goofiness

cnmn and korsica these two can be fun. korsica definitely appreciates how direct cnmn is. i think post-game, they probably bond a bit over how they both got pretty fucked up by kale physically.

chai and korsica their dynamic is just...truly fascinating to me. mostly bc of their parallels. i've made a post talking about that in the past, though, so i won't repeat myself. but i also really like their differences. the main one that i always think of is her drive to challenge herself and need to do more, which contrasts with his more lax nature

peppermint and korsica they're neat. they get along well because they're pretty similar. both assertive, tactical, and confident in their own skills; share a distaste for puns and a need to keep busy; total dorks. post-game i imagine they grow pretty close.

macaron and korsica these two have a lot of potential for a interesting dynamic. they both look up to and respect roxanne a lot, and knew that something was wrong with the company but did not act due to their own beliefs. her levelheadedness is a good counter for his anxiety.

chai and peppermint their relationship starts off the most strained out of all of them, with the exception of korsica for obvious reasons. something that i find interesting is how she starts to care about him fairly early on. despite being (understandably) mad at him for blowing her cover, she checks in on him and compliments him throughout the parry tutorial. later, when she shows up at macaron's lab, she runs in saying, "don't be dead!" and lies horribly about being worried about him when he asks.

the two of them both seek out loneliness and prefer to be on their own. but it's interesting how, despite being described as the "loner hacker girl," peppermint is actually far more inclined to seek help and companionship than chai. she clearly doesn't want to admit that, though, considering how, as i said earlier, she lies about being worried about him. she does sort of let it slip when she mentions how 808 provides companionship as well as being a spy drone, though

the two of them have a very fun dynamic. they bicker and banter. their interactions are often filled with a sort of confidence, if that makes sense. not really sure how to explain. all of the lines they say to each other when she gets called in are sort of assertive in some capacity; that same confidence. there's a growing trust there.

chai and macaron their relationship and dynamic is very nice. there isn't as much to say as the previous dynamic, but that's because they don't rlly have a whole lot of growth in terms of theirs. it stays basically the same the whole time. but that makes sense and works well, because macaron's growth is centered around him becoming more confident. which chai is great for, because he's probably the most confident member of the whole gang aside from peppermint and probably cnmn.

they're the only members of the gang to refer to each other with any sort of nicknames/terms of endearment (chai calls him mac; macaron calls him little guy), which is neat. also really cute.

also, to discuss the lines that they say when he's called in: they're actually fairly assertive and confident. they have no lines where they check-in on each other, but this time there are no exceptions. i honestly find this a little strange, i feel like out of all of them, macaron would want to check on chai the most.

peppermint and macaron something that i find so interesting about their relationship is how they both seemed to be very close to roxanne despite the ways she held them at arms length, yet they never met until recently-ish. it makes sense why. but it really does make me wonder if roxanne never even had pictures of her kids in her office or anything similar. i also find it fascinating how their love of roxanne, and what she built, is what eventually causes them to meet

we don't really get to see them interacting one-on-one much, but they seem to get along relatively well. they have a lot of similar interests and hobbies (stem stuff), which definitely helps with that. i can imagine them helping each other out with projects when one of them is struggling with a certain bit of code or figuring out a design or...other tech-y things

macaron and cnmn the bffs! i love them. it's really interesting to see sort of a reverse of peppermint and chai, who sought loneliness and preferred being on their own, with macaron, who was sort of forced in many ways to be on his own but chose to seek companionship by making cnmn. i also find it fascinating how he specifically chose to build them with the purpose of being a sort of therapist. it shows how self-aware he is. i also find it hilarious that he named him CRAP, most likely without meaning to

their dynamic is very fun! cnmn's bluntness has a nice contrast with macaron's more nervous nature. the way that macaron prefers peaceful options, whereas cnmn is totally down to fight, but simply can't due to macaron's preferences being reflected in their design. inaction vs action, but in a friendly and compassionate way

chai and cnmn such an interesting dynamic. the guy that supresses basically any and all negative feelings and hides his past and pains; the therapist robot that recognizes that, but is just tactful enough to not call him out on it...for the most part. i get the sense that chai is sort of wary of cnmn in some ways because of that. but he also respects them and enjoys their company. they have fun! they're both silly fellas! they enjoy puns!

i love how cnmn has his own sort of growth, and chai, while he doesn't fully know how to help them with it, does what he can: offer his support. it's very sweet. it's also interesting because it's the reverse of what you would expect. you'd think cnmn would be the one helping chai with his insecurities, but instead they're the one being offered comfort and support

cnmn and peppermint kind of a similar dynamic to cnmn and chai, but i don't think peppermint's really wary of cnmn. she enjoys his company more for his analytical side, rather than his goofy one. i think she appreciates his bluntness. she also appreciates that he knows when to and when to not share his thoughts and perceptions, for obvious reasons

i wish i had more to say about them, but similar to macaron and peppermint, we don't get to see the two of them interact one-on-one. and they don't have As much in common, aside from that cnmn knows how to hack. the two of them likely aren't particularly close, but that doesn't mean they don't care abt one another.

cnmn and korsica these two can be fun. korsica definitely appreciates how direct cnmn is. i think post-game, they probably bond a bit over how they both got pretty fucked up by kale physically. they would try to help her feel less self-conscious about her scars, and offer support on the whole in regards to some of her insecurities. in turn, she would teach them to fight and help them with their own insecurities in regards to how they feel like they don't do enough for the team

in terms of actual canon interactions, this is another one where we don't get to see very many, so i don't have much else to say. but i do think they'll become fairly close

chai and korsica these two are so interesting to me. they're the only ones with voice lines when she's called in where they ask one another if they're okay ("korsica, you got this?" "you alright, chai?"). she also actively compliments him, unlike the others ("good timing!" "very precise, chai!"). and, of course, she has her moment where she compliments him in the hideout after she joins the team. also special shoutout to him calling her "vandelay security's finest" (heard if you perform one of her jam combos)

their dynamic is just...truly fascinating to me. mostly because of their parallels. i've made a post talking abt that in the past, though, so i won't repeat myself. but i also really like their differences. the main one that i always think of is her drive to challenge herself and need to do more, which contrasts with his more lax nature

peppermint and korsica they're neat. they get along well because they're pretty similar. both assertive, tactical, and confident in their own skills; share a distaste for puns and a need to keep busy; total dorks. post-game i imagine they grow pretty close. peppermint helps korsica with her implants and things down in security; korsica helps peppermint with getting rid of some of kale's bullshittery that's still left

i'm viewing their dynamic here from a more platonic lens, but peppermint's crush is important to take into account. though i'm not sure how much it would really change up their dynamic, aside from peppermint's flustered-ness causing potential cute/silly moments

macaron and korsica these two have a lot of potential for an interesting dynamic. they both look up to and respect roxanne a lot, and knew that something was wrong with the company but did not act due to their own beliefs (macaron didn't want to fight; korsica pushed down her feelings because she had finally achieved her dream). they also both have arm implants, which i'm sure macaron helps her adjust to

her levelheadedness is a good counter for his anxiety. i imagine her presence, though perhaps intimidating at first, can actually be rather calming. especialy since she is known to offer reassurance to those that need it (her interactions with chai being the primary example). i see the two of them as pretty good friends

[darklydeliciousdesires]

The Dream - Chapter Five.

Awww, you lovely people, hitting those 40 notes, loving the story so far! I thank you so very much for your engagement, I really do! 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, so we’re back in the white room again.”

Keri looked to her side, smiling. “It seems so. I like it here, it’s so peaceful.”

“Ain’t it, though? I kinda need it, even though it ain’t real. Rough day.” He then looked thoughtful, raising an eyebrow. “Are you naked under there?”

“I am.” Her confession had him grinning, grabbing the thick comforter and attempting to pull it down, Keri clutching onto it tightly.

He raised his eyebrow. “Oh, you’ve gone all shy on me now, huh?”  

She made a noise of discomfort in her throat. “Hmm, a little bit. Now we’re actually messaging each other in real life, I dunno. I kinda feel like a bit of a hoe, for all this that happens in our dreams. Especially when we’re both getting better at controlling things.”

A small burst of laughter left his nose, his smile widening. “It’s just a dream, though. We should get to be able to do whatever we want, since it’s only happening in our minds, you know? I ain’t gon’ judge you for nothing either.”

“So, what you're saying to me is that essentially, you want us to have dream sex, right?” she asked, turning onto her side and being pulled into his arms.

“Hmm.” His eyebrows fluttered, his hand stroking the curve of her back. “Not necessarily, but if that’s where it ends up, I wouldn’t be mad.” They fell into kisses then, Keri relaxing against him. He made quite a good point in what he said, about it not being real. They met almost every night in their dreams, but it wasn’t reality at all. Why not have a little fun with it?  

Just like he did when they’d previously been in the white room together, he turned her onto her back, slotting himself between her legs, Keri stroking his beard with her nails as they continued to kiss. It was so, so real. It didn’t feel much like a dream at all, with how vividly she could feel the heat of his skin against hers, how tiny she felt pressed beneath his weight.

A little shyness prickled at her, but as his mouth began to descend, hot kisses scattered at her neck, she felt herself bloom, her hands touring the large body atop hers, enjoying the feel of his muscles, gasping when she felt the wet tug of his mouth close over her nipple, followed by the sharp prickle of teeth. Closing her eyes, she arched into him with a moan, his mouth moving to the next and repeating that action, her eyelids fluttering open again to see her bedroom ceiling.  

“Fuck!” she cried, still tingling all over. She attempted to get back to sleep, wanting to get back to him, but to no avail. She slept, but there was no Angel. When she woke up four hours later, though, she did have a message from him.  

‘I sucked yo’ titties!’

‘ANGEL!’

He laughed loudly at seeing her response, sending another.

‘Hope you have a good day. Good luck with submitting your assignment, but I bet you’re gonna do great. I know I don’t know shit about photography, but those pictures you sent to me were amazing!’

She thanked him, wishing him the same before diving into the shower, getting herself ready quickly, since the snow was coming down quite hard, so delays were to be expected. Checking her phone when she’d gotten out, she saw that he’d seen the message, but hadn’t replied, likely asleep again as it was only just gone 6am in Southern Cali, where he lived right down on the boarder of Mexico. He had stated that he didn’t often get up before 8am.  

They’d been sharing messages back on forth for two weeks at that point, now just over three on from their very first shared dream, and while she was enjoying getting to know this new friend of hers, a new friend with lots of flirtation, it was her dreams with him she was seeking to gain more control over.  

During a break between classes, she sat in her favourite study suite at her laptop, waiting for Frankie to turn up, looking up various other lucid dreaming techniques to put into practice.  

The author of the piece advised not to let the harnessing of lucidity overwhelm while experiencing it, to relax and enjoy it rather than becoming mindless with joy. “Well, you’ve never had a gorgeous, six-foot three, jacked as fuck dude suck your nipples while you’ve been dreaming, have you?” she muttered, knowing it was that particular moment that had pulled her from the dream, enjoying it a little too much, allowing herself to be overwhelmed.  

It was something she truly couldn't wait to put into practice. Not because of the obvious fact she'd get to enjoy him like that on somewhat of a guilt free basis, but be able to exert a little more control, and have her time in sleep with him, this incredible experience they were sharing, and try to figure out with him why it was that it had begun in the first place.  

However, by the time she did fall asleep, control was the last thing from her mind as she found herself in the dream, everything a little hazy and strange for a few seconds, before she felt the unmistakable sensation of a body atop hers, a deep, male groan in her ear, and a hard cock right up in her...

“Oh god,” she sighed, wrapping her arms around him. “So, this is happening, then?”

He looked down at her, nodding as he rested his forehead to hers. “Yeah, it is. Don’t you dare fucking wake up either. For something that ain’t even real, shit, it feels good.”  

She'd never had dream about full on sex before, and whereas it felt too intense for a mere dream at times, everything still felt far away and blurry. It felt like the real thing, but somehow removed.

“Yeah, I kinda get that, but fuck it. Imma enjoy it for what it is.” he told her after she’d shared that, kissing her again as her fingers glided through his hair and down over his broad back.  

Those kisses gained heat, his hands sliding up under her back to hook around her shoulders, holding her body still as he quickened the pace drastically and really began to pound her hard, groaning loudly as their kiss broke and his mouth went to her neck, biting the skin sharply and feeling her nails dig into his back, both actions breaking the dream completely, but not waking them.

Lying somewhere sunny, in long grass with her eyes shut, Keri sensed someone move next to her, turning to see Angel lying on his front, weight propped on his forearms as he looked down at her.

“Hoe.” Immediately she slapped his arm. “Careful! I don't wanna wake up yet.” He then watched as she hid her face in her hands, making a little unsettled noise. “What’s up?”

“I’m embarrassed!” she muffled, refusing to surface.

“Keri, we’re real, but this? Not so much. Don’t get stressed, alright?” he assured her, pulling her hands away and kissing her nose, then her lips. He then sat up and pulled her onto his lap, stretching his legs out in front of him and wrapping his arms around her tiny waist. “After all, it’s only sex.”  

“I don’t view it quite that casually, though, seemingly even in dreams. What just happened, I enjoyed it, but I still feel a little uncomfortable, even though like you say, it isn’t real,” she explained, Angel nodding. They came from two very different perspectives where physical intimacy was concerned, it seemed. Him? His record for going from meeting a girl to having sex with her was five minutes. He sensed Keri was very different, whether in her dream self, or in person.  

“I get it, it’s cool,” he assured. “Listen, if we find ourselves like that again, I’ll back off, alright? Unless you tell me you’re cool with it.” He paused, trying to bite back a smile. “I gotta know, though. Do you moan that pretty when you’re having sex for real?” Angel. He could be quite capable of consideration for someone else’s comfort, but his playfulness was truly never far from the surface.  

In light of his question, she could continue to be embarrassed, or she could take the advantage. Keri chose her move wisely. “Prettier.”

“Jesus Christ,” he exclaimed, covering his face with face with his hand, frowning painedly. “You had to tell me that, didn’t you?”

Her reply was sweetly delivered. “You asked.” His continued muttering under his breath only prompted her giggles further, leaning back against him, turning her head to kiss his cheek. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, able to let his focus slip a little and just enjoy it, his dreamland scenario, sitting there like that with her. It brought him a feeling of contentment he didn’t realise he was missing.

“You wanna know something? I hate the fact I only hear your voice in my dreams.”

He reached for her cheek, gently stroking the apple. “I might have to change that for you, then.” She sensed a phone call coming at some point in her future, but for then, enjoyed the warmth of the meadow, looking up at the clear blue sky above, the feel of his strong arms tightening around her, Keri suddenly feeling herself drift, awaking in her bed with a sad sigh. She wished he was there, crazy as that sounded, to think such a sentiment over a man she didn’t really know.  

The following morning, Angel took his sister-in-law up on an invite for breakfast, arriving to find EZ out in the backyard, knocking the hell out of his punch bag, his wife a captive audience as she stirred scrambled eggs at the stove.  

“He ate already, so it’s just you and me. He’s cutting, too, so only on smoothies of a morning,” she informed him, turning her head in the direction of the windows once more.

“I think it’s me, and half of you,” Angel laughed, shaking his head. “From the waist down, you’re with my brother.”  

She clicked her fingers, cringing. “Damn, busted.” Picking up the pepper, she seasoned the eggs, plating them up. “You Reyes boys are much too easy on the eye, though.” She passed him the plate, Angel picking up a piece of bacon and crunching through it as he took it to the island, seating himself down. “So, anymore dreams about... Sheri, is it? No... Keri!”

“Look at that, your little stoner brain retained a memory,” he teased, Sharise pausing mid-lift of her orange juice glass to her lips, mouthing something about slapping him. “Yeah, almost every night. Kinda miss her when we don’t dream together, strange as that sounds. I ended up biting the bullet and sending her a message about two weeks ago.  

“She’s just as freaked out about it all as I am, so that’s reassuring. I kinda made it all about me before, even when I actually found out she was real. Up in my head, I was only thinking of how it affected me, rather than seeing there’s an actual other person in all of this, too.”  

“I believe they call that growth,” Sharise observed, placing her juice back down. “Because you do have a tendency to only think about how something is going to affect you. I’m proud of you for acknowledging that this Keri girl must be equally spooked out by it all as well.”  

She knew Angel well at that point, being in his life for the last eighteen months, and she knew that his emotional selfishness wasn’t because he was a bad guy. It was his self-preservation, protecting himself, since he didn’t feel he had anyone else there to do that for him in his life. With his beloved mother gone, and while his brother had been incarcerated for eight years, it had just left him and his emotionally reticent father, who Sharise knew he did not share a close bond with. Not like he had with Marisol.  

“Yeah, yeah I guess it is,” he acknowledged quietly, smiling suddenly. “She’s, um, she’s really nice, Keri.”  

Sharise chewed through her mouthful of eggs, swallowing before replying. “I’m sensing an ‘and’ here.”  

She knew him too well. “And she’s cute.”

“And?”

He clammed up, then. “No and.”

“Lies.” She reached for his arm, stroking it. “You can tell me, you know, if you like the girl. Sorry, that sounded so high school! But you know what I mean, though, right? Just because the way you met her, well, I guess that’s wrong.” She paused to think, searching for a better word. “The way you encountered her first, was incredibly strange and very rare, it doesn’t mean you can’t like her.”

“Yeah, I hear you. I dunno, though. I mean, she lives in Utah, for one thing, so even if I did like her,” he began.

“Which you do.” She received a slightly pained look for her interruption, reaching for a slice of toast. “And I’m quiet again.”

“Even if I did, she’s far away. And I dunno if I do, or if I’m just kinda wrapped up in the novelty of it all, you get me? Like, it’s weird, man. I still can’t believe it’s really happening.”

“Utah isn’t that far,” she gently reasoned, picking up her phone. “Where is she, exactly?”

“Provo,” he confirmed, crunching through a piece of bacon. Sharise tapped away in her phone, making a small noise of pleasant surprise and turning the screen to face him.  

“See? Just under two hours to fly there.”

Angel frowned slightly. “I think you’re getting ahead of yourself.”

She placed her phone down, turning to offer a kiss to her very sweaty husband as he walked into the kitchen, smacking his hand when he stole a piece of her bacon.  

“You’re supposed to be cutting!” she cried, EZ shrugging.

“It’s turkey bacon, isn’t it?” She couldn’t help but reciprocate his grin. That smile. It melted her every time. That smile was the reason she’d fallen head over heels, and ended up marrying him just six months after their first date.  

“The audacity of the man.”

“I’m heading for a shower.” He was back within minutes, pouring himself a coffee, taking a seat next to his brother. “So, how’s dream babe?”  

Of course, Angel had revealed just as much to EZ as he had his wife, the only two people he’d told about it. He was very much keeping it on the down low from anyone else, save the hail of razzing he’d likely receive, or just sheer disbelief. Maybe even questions into his sanity. “Yeah, she’s fine.”  

“Any closer to working out why you keep wandering into each other’s dreams?”

“Nope. I just think it’s happening, it’s weird, and that’s that,” he spoke succinctly, shovelling in the last mouthful of eggs.  

“'You wanna know what I think?” EZ broached, Sharise getting up and taking Angel’s plate and hers to the sink, rinsing them before she placed them into the dishwasher.

“I have a suspicion y‘all gonna tell me even if I didn’t, bro,” Angel muttered, sipping his coffee.  

“I've always thought dreams meant something, and I think your dreams are telling you one day, you'll meet her, your path will cross with hers for a reason. I can’t work out why else you’d be sharing dreams unless it was foreshadowing something significant.”

“Perhaps.” His tone was non-committal, EZ deciding to leave his theorising there. Even though Angel now knew she was real, he still sometimes felt like he should send himself to the nearest psychiatric facility. It bordered on too much to comprehend, yet when he was with her in his dreams, it felt like the most natural and relaxing thing in the world.

He didn’t think about much at all for the rest of the day, entrenched in business relating to the club, staying for a couple of beers at the end of a tasking day before riding home early, showering and flopping down on his couch in his sweats. Picking up his cell, he decided on something, smiling as he held it to his ear.  

Keri was just coming back into her room from a long soak in the bath when she heard her phone ringing, lifting it up to see she had an Instagram call coming in. She squeaked and bounced, her towel unravelling from her head, flipping her wet hair back as she answered.

“Hello?”

“Hey, pretty girl.” She could have fallen through the floor at hearing his voice in reality for the first time, a warm swell spreading through her.  

“See I could say hey pretty man here, but I don't think you'd appreciate being called pretty, would you?” she replied playfully, sitting down on her bed.

He snorted softly with laughter. “I'm sure I'd see the compliment in there somewhere. So, how's your day been?” he asked, stretching out on his couch.

“Boring really, all our lectures were on webpage design and maintenance, and photographic HTML coding. I swear I almost fell asleep on Frankie.” Boring it might have been, but she knew it would give her extra strings to her bow, knowing how to work within the graphic design field, having something there to pad out her eventual resume along with her photographic accomplishments.  

“Frankie, she’s the one who kinda looks like Winonna Ryder, right?”

“Yeah, that's my homeslice. I only have a few friends who I consider very close, but she's something else. We've known each other since we were seven, when she moved down from Salt Lake City, so she's like family to me,” she confirmed, putting him on speakerphone while she got dressed into her pyjamas. “And how about you, good day?”

“Eh, busy, but pretty good. Nearly got my ass handed to me by an iguana, but yeah, I survived,” he revealed.

She halted combing her hair, trying not to laugh. “How? What, was it someone’s pet you tried to touch and it didn’t like it?”

“Nah, we’re mostly desert down here so they’re wild. One had gotten into one of the cars in the yard that was due to be crushed and cubed, so we had to get him out. Those dudes don’t play when they’re being territorial. I got a huge bruise on my thigh from getting tail whipped. Coco came off worse, he ended up having to go to the ER and get his finger stitched because it bit him.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, her eyes widening. “I’ve heard they can give quite nasty bites. Is he alright?”

“Yeah, he was more pissed that it cut into his drinking time that anything else,” Angel revealed, picking up his cigarettes and lighting one up.

“Coco is the guy with all the neck tattoos, right? The one whose butt you were poking with a pool cue on that video you shared a while back?” she inquired, starting her skin care routine, sweeping toner over her face, wincing at the tingle.

“Yeah, that’s him. I’ve known him years, we joined the club as prospects together.” he revealed, Keri asking him to elaborate on that. And so, he did, both settling in for what would become a phone call that lasted for hours.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Somebody to You by the Banners

Final Part of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova

Summary: After a month of being apart, you and Yelena finally talk. Will this talk bring you back together or further part?

Warning: jealousy, fluff, Yelena experiences gay panic,

Word count: 3.8k

“Alright,” You whispered. “Let’s talk.” Yelena prided herself to be someone that didn’t get nervous. She looked death in the face and beat it. She had her life altered by a man who saw himself as God and she walked away from him alive. She grieved the death of her sister and rejoiced when she came back. But staring into your eyes under the low light of the alley with snowflakes slowly falling down, Yelena was nervous.

Beautiful, Yelena thought. You giggled. Wait, did she say that out loud? Yelena’s eyes widened. “Well I appreciate the compliment but I don't think that we are here to talk about my appearance.” She felt her cheeks heat up. You laughed, throwing your head back and it was the best sound Yelena’s heard.

“I’m mad at you.” Yelena pouted, with no real malice. It was easy to go back into this joking banter with you. Once your laughter died down, you looked back at Yelena with a smile.

“That’s a shame,” You said. “Because I don’t hate you.” Such a simple statement but it casted away any doubt and fear Yelena was having. “Do you want to try this whole talking thing again?” Yelena had lost the ability to speak. You were so close to her. The cold winter air didn’t bother her because your abnormal high body temperature kept her warm. She nodded. “Alright,” You said. “Let’s talk.” You repeated. Talk. There was so much Yelena wanted to say. She’s been practicing for a week - everything she needed to apologize for. But standing so close to you, the only thought in her mind was how much she wanted to kiss you.

“Yelena,” You said. “It’s just us. Do you want me to go first?” Yelena shook her head. “Okay, just tell me what’s going on in your head.” She was brought back to that night. ‘I want to know what’s going on in your head.’ That is what you said to her.

“I uh I-shit.” You smiled. Gods, she really wanted to kiss you. “I’m thinking about how much I want to kiss you.” Your eyes got wide. “But before that happens, if you let me.” She added quickly. “I need to apologize.” Yelena let out a shaky breath. “I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry how I ended things. I’m sorry I knew something was wrong and I didn’t say anything.” She was word vomiting so she stopped and tried to clear her throat, it was very dry. “You are right, you aren’t me.” She watched the realization wash over your face. “And I don’t want you to be me. I want you to be you because you are light, happiness, and love.” Her throat began to burn as she kept her tears at bay. “It was wrong for me to tell you to move on. I’m sorry.”

*

You knew you were crying - smiling but crying as Yelena spoke. As she said her piece weight lifted off your shoulders. “I’m sorry too. It wasn’t just on you that our relationship erupted into flames like it did. I should have talked to you. When you were going to find help, that man said some stuff to me.” Yelena frowned, taking your other hand.

“What did he say to you?” She asked. You didn’t answer right away, looking down at your connected hands.

“He told me that I was the reason we were caught. That I made you weak. He also said that my own father didn’t want me. He asked when you were going to leave me because I’m nothing.”      

“Oh dorogy,” She dropped your hands and cradled your face with her hands, whipping away your tears. “That monster was wrong. You are not my weakness but my strength. You mean everything to me. Do you understand?” You nodded. “I don’t wanna die or fade away. I don’t wanna dive and disappear without a trace. I just wanna be someone.” You chuckled.

“Well, doesn’t everyone?” You asked.

“I wanna be somebody to someone. I never had nobody and no road home.” She confessed. It broke your heart Yelena believed she had nobody in her corner, that nobody cared about her. You understood though. You covered her hands with yours.

“Yelena, kiss me.” It took a minute for your request to register for the woman in front of you.

“Are you sure?” She asked. “I know I said I want to, but if you aren’t ready then I’ll wait.” You rolled your eyes but your heart fluttered at how caring she was. You moved your hands behind her neck and pulled her close. Your lips weren’t touching yet. She moved her hands to your waist, tentatively. But when you didn’t show any signs of discomfort - her hold on your waist tightened.

“I’ve missed you so much, solnishko.” You said, against her lips. The dam broke that you knew the Russian was trying to hold together as tears ran down her face.

“I’ve missed you too.” It was all she needed to connect her lips with yours. It was a feeling you missed so much - being able to be this close with Yelena. She ended the kiss with a smile on her face.

“We need to talk more about us.” You said. “But tonight can we just be together?” She nodded, kissing your forehead, letting her lips linger on your skin.

“No place I’d rather be.” You reentered the Avenger Tower with Yelena’s hand in yours. You caught Kate’s eyes and she gave you a big smile and a thumbs up. “Dork.” You heard Yelena mumble and although she wasn’t wrong, you hit her on the shoulder.

“Be nice.” You stopped walking when you got closer to the table. “Are you hungry?” You asked. The SHIELD agent was gone, thankfully. But you wanted to spend more time with Yelena before the hoard of questions. The Russian picked up on your hesitation.

“I haven’t eaten all day.” Yelena confessed. You gave her a look that caused Yelena to cringe. “I was an anxious mess from the idea of seeing you.” Well that’s adorable. You gave her a quick kiss on the check and led her to the buffet. There was a line but you didn’t care. “So,” Yelena said, after a pass of silence. “How have you been?” She asked, handing you a plate.

“I’ve been okay,” You answered, piling food on your plate. You didn’t realize how hungry you were either. “I think being home helped a lot. Especially since I missed so much of my siblings growing up because I hated being home.” Yelena nodded, grabbing a spoonful of mac and cheese. You laughed silently, shaking your head. “How about you? How have you been?” Yelena tensed up and you feared you overstepped.

“I’m going to therapy.” You almost dropped your food in shock. “Close your mouth or you’ll eat a fly.”

“Sorry.” You were stunned to say the least. “That’s great. I’m proud of you.” Yelena shrugged, adding hot sauce to her food.

“I should have gone when we got back.” She said, “Sam helped me find one and I start in the new year.” You were proud of her. It took a lot of strength to admit you needed help. “I want to be better for you so this will work.” You nodded.

“Go for yourself too.” You said. “Don’t do it for others.”

“I am. I promise I am.” Instead of walking back to the table, Yelena grabbed your free hand and led you to the bar. You sat down at empty seats and ordered drinks. “Can I ask you something?” You nodded, a mouth full of food. “Who was the girl sitting next to you?” You took a sip of your drink. You wondered when she was going to bring her up, noticing the hint of jealousy in her voice.

“A SHIELD agent, to be honest I don’t remember her name.” That made Yelena smile. “She came up to me and just started talking and touching me.” Anger flashed in the Russian’s eyes. You grabbed her free hand. “It’s fine. Apparently what happened to us in Russia is the talk of the town with the new agents.” Yelena squeezed your hand. “I’m okay, Lena. I promise.” Yelena nodded, kissing the back of your hand. You ate your food in silence, enjoying the way Yelena held your hand and her thumb moved back and forth. The bartender refilled your glasses and collected the empty plates.

“Ready to go back?” Yelena asked. You sighed, nodding. You couldn’t hide forever. You stood up and walked back to the table. Kate was sitting over there now talking with your father. You sat back down in your seat and Yelena sat in the now empty one. No one batted an eye or made a comment but you did see your dad smile and wink at you. You noticed Yelena visibly relaxed next to you when your mom began to speak with her. You smiled, feeling happier and freer than ever. This was your family.

*

Yelena didn’t know how to describe this feeling in her chest. Her hand never left yours as you both carried on your own conversations. Your voice, laughter, and smile made Yelena feel as if she was floating. She was worried that your parents were going to say something and they did in their own way. Clint gave her a look that spoke loud and clear - don’t hurt her again. Yelena nodded. Laura asked how she was doing and how working as an Avenger was treating her. It felt nice to be surrounded by everyone again. “Excuse me everyone,” Sam said, standing up and straightening his tie. “Duty calls.” Bucky rolled his eyes.

“You are giving a speech not saving someone from a burning building.” Bucky said. Sam gasped in mock offense, clutching his chest.

“You wound me good sir.” Sam joked, the table laughed at their interaction as Bucky slapped his boyfriend playfully.

“Better you than me.” Steve mumbled, the comment didn’t go on deaf ears.

“Not missing the spotlight, Rogers?” Clint asked, grasping his hand on the super soldier’s shoulder. Steve shook his head.

“Getting too old for it.” Natasha’s laugh was the loudest at the table.

“See a fossil. We should pack you up and send you to the Smithsonian.” Yelena shook her head as Steve’s cheeks turned pink.

“You know what Romanoff -” Steve’s threat was cut off by a microphone turning on as the billionaire took the stage. Sam gave the table a salute and ran off, quickly moving to the stairs of the stage.

“Hello everyone,” Tony’s voice boomed through the lobby. “I do hope you are enjoying yourself. As the man who signs the cheek after this I have to make sure my money was well spent.” The billionaire’s joke got a few laughs.

“Please,” Natasha said, rolling her eyes. “You’d throw a party every day till the new year without hearing our opinion.” Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. It was nice seeing this side of her sister, openly joking around with her friends. It was another piece of evidence that they were free. Tony shook his head.

“She’s not wrong. But,” he clapped his hands together. “I am not one for speeches. I’ll leave it to that guy.” He pointed to Sam, who waved. “I do want to say how thankful I am for all of us to be able to be together again. When the holidays came around in 2018, I didn’t think we’d get a chance to celebrate together again.” A heavy silence filled the lobby and you gave Yelena’s hand a tight squeeze, leaning into her. She wrapped her arms arounds you. “We’ve been through a lot together and I wouldn’t want to go through with anyone else. So before I get more emotional please help me welcome to the stage Sam Wilson.” Everyone clapped as Captain America walked up the stage and gave a quick hug to Tony.

“I’ll keep this short because I know the night is still young and we are here to celebrate with one another and get drunk, not listen to me talk.” Yelena felt you chuckle. “I’d first like to thank Tony for signing the check and Pepper who actually planned this party.” Tony flipped Sam off as Pepper smacked him on the chest. “And all of the workers that have to deal with us.” Sam sighed, looking around the room. “When Tony asked if I wanted to speak at the Christmas party, I was hesitant. How was I supposed to write a speech that conveyed the emotions of an entire room? Do I focus on what and who’ve we lost or do I talk about how we are walking towards a better future?” Sam shrugged. “Even as I stand in front of you, I’m still unsure and I think that is okay. I’m unsure what to talk about. I’m unsure what tomorrow is going to bring me. I’m unsure what is waiting for me as soon as I walk off this stage.

“We can’t change the past even though it’s human or God or Guardian nature, even when we now have the ability to go back into time because we don’t know how it will affect the now. Even though a small green stone gives us the ability to see into the future, should we look? I guess what I am trying to get at is, we can only focus and live in the now. We have to treasure the time we have with the people we love and not worry about what’s going to happen a week, a month, a year from now.” He smiled. “And as I look around this room and remember all the good, the bad, and the ugly memories I have with everyone of you; I can’t help but feel grateful to be a part of this beautiful family. Merry Christmas everyone and Happy Holidays.”  

*

After Sam’s speech, you found yourself in the sitting area with the ‘Young Avengers’ as Tony and Sam liked to call them - they were training to take over the Avenger mantle. You and Yelena were sitting together - her legs laid across you and your hand was playing with the rings on her fingers. To be honest, you weren’t listening to the conversation around you. You knew they were playing an intense game of ‘would you rather?’ “So,” Shuri said, stopping the game. “When are you going to join us Y/n?” The question directed at you snapped out of your thoughts.

“I’m sorry?” You questioned. “Like the game - I rather not debate on who I think is better in bed with people I grew up with.” You cringed. Kate and Yelena laughed. Shuri rolled her eyes and smiled. You didn’t like the smile.

“No, I mean the Young Avengers.” Oh. Oh. It wasn’t the first time someone asked if you were going to follow in your father’s footsteps and you knew it wasn’t going to be the last. Yelena sat up, noticing the shift in the conversation.

“You are kind of a badass.” Kamala added.

“And I bet you could give better hero speeches than Peter.” Cassie mumbled, the comment caused Peter to throw a small pillow at her. You smiled with a shrug.

“I don’t think I’ll be joining you guys. Never really thought about being an Avenger.” You chuckled. “Besides I may give my old man a heart attack if I join the team and I can’t risk that.” They laughed and they went back to the game besides Yelena, who kept her eyes on you. You gave her a smile and nodded. It was true. You never wanted to be an Avenger as you’ve seen the pain that comes with the title. From being at the tower when Ultron first attacked, seeing the team beaten and broken after their fight with Maximoff twins, holding it together when you learned your father was kidnapped and controlled by Loki, and the battle with Thanos and his children. But you were special, unique, and had abilities that most people would love to have. Was it selfish of you to not use them to help make the world a better place? You weren’t sure.

*

Yelena knew Shuri’s question affected you more than you were willing to show to the group. The DJ faded out the current song and an instrumental version of ‘I’ll Be Home for Christmas’ began to play. She watched a few couples move to the dance floor - Clint and Laura, Wanda and Natasha, Tony and Pepper, and even Kate and America. Yelena set her drink on the side table and stood up, holding out her hand. “Dance with me?” You looked at her hand with a smile and took it. Yelena found a more private spot on the dance floor and put her hands on your hips and you put your arms around her neck. “Do you want to talk about what happened back there?” Yelena asked. You sighed, biting the inside of your check.

“Do you think I should be an Avenger?” Yelena was startled by the question. Before she could answer you continued, “I understand why you joined when we first got back, even though it was unhealthy.” You joked. Yelena rolled her eyes. “But it makes sense for me to become one, you know? My parents were both SHIELD agents and my dad was an Avenger. Natasha helped raise me. I mean all of this,” You gestured around the Avenger lobby. “Has been my entire life. Fury has asked me to join the team every time he sees me. Am I wasting -” Yelena connected her lips with yours. You let out a surprise squeak but soon kissed her back. She pulled away. “Did you just kiss me so I’d stop rambling?” You asked.

“Yes.” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Rude.”

“I’m not going to tell you what to do.” Yelena started. “I’ll support you if you decide to join the team or if you don’t.” You nodded. “Join because you want to join, not because that is what others think you should do.” Yelena twirled you in a circle and brought you back in her arms. You giggled. “I don’t need to change the world. I’d make the moon shine just for you. If you feel like the night is falling I want to be the one you're calling.” You played with the baby hairs at the base of her neck, sending a shiver down Yelena’s spine.

“You are someone, somebody to me.” You whispered. “I don’t want to lose you again.”

“You won’t,” Yelena promised. “You won’t. I’m not going anywhere.” Yelena was unsure of the future with her being involved with the Avengers and unknown threats still lurking. Even if the sun started to set and the sky went cold, she could make her way home to you.

*

Christmas Morning - Plaza Hotel            

You woke up to the feeling of fingers running through your hair. You groaned and opened your eyes, blinking away sleep. “Merry Christmas, zolotse.” Yelena said, looking down at you. You looked up at the Russian. Her braid was messy from sleep and her sleep shirt was handing off her shoulder. You missed this, falling asleep with Yelena in your arms.

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” You gave her a brief kiss. “I have something to give you.”

“You got me a present?” Yelena questioned.

“Yes and no.” You rolled over and opened the drawer of the nightstand, pulling out a white envelope. You sat up before handing it to her. She took the envelope with shaky hands. Steadying herself, she opened it and pulled out a key.

“Is this?” She asked. You nodded.

“The apartment is still in my name,” You sighed. “I’m not sure what tomorrow is going to bring me and like Sam said, I’m okay with it. But I do know I want you to be there by my side.” Yelena closed her hand around the key. “When I figure it out, do you want to move back in with me?” You asked.

“Yes.” She answered without hesitation. You smiled.

“Cool.” You nodded.

“Cool.” She repeated. You laughed, closing the gap between you two. Before your lips touched, banning on your door caused both of you to jump back.

“You better have clothes on!” Copper said. You groaned, blushing. Yelena chuckled, shaking her head. Gods, you wanted to kill your older brother sometimes. “We do.” You called out to your brother. The door swung open and Nathaniel came running in, jumping onto your bed, and crawled onto your lap.

“Get up! Get up!” He said, grabbing you by the shoulders and shaking you. Yelena and your other siblings laughed at the youngest Barton’s actions. Lila and Cooper joined him on the bed. “Santa came last night! We have presents to open!”

“Alright, alright, I’m going.” You chuckled, pushing him off of you. He landed between you and Yelena with a groan.

“Dad is having a meltdown because we are on a ‘time crunch’.” Litla said, adding the air quotes. You rolled your eyes.

“He needs to learn how to relax.” Yelena said.

“I heard that, Belova.” Your dad yelled. “Now hurry up, breakfast is getting cold.” The mention of food got everyone out of bed. You glanced at Yelena as she attached the key to one of her necklaces and put it on. Your heart fluttered as you followed your siblings to the living room area of the hotel suite. The Christmass tree that was bare the night before had colorful presents around it. You, Yelena, and your parents were running on very little sleep to set everything up. But it was worth it seeing the excitement in your siblings' faces. Nathaniel ran over to the presents and looked over the presents.

“Lena!” He said, pointing. “You have presents too.”

“I have presents.” She said, slowly.

“Eat then presents.” Laura said, with a smile. She handed Yelena a plate of food. “Merry Christmas.” You gave the Russian’s hand a squeeze, noticing she was getting a little overwhelmed.

“Merry Christmas.” She said, finding her voice. Your family sat around the tree. Your dad kept having to stop Nathaniel from opening the presents too early while your mom went over the plan for the day - presents hare, meeting up with Natasha and Wanda, then back to the tower. It was going to be a busy and tiring day but you were grateful for your family.

He was wrong. You were somebody to a lot of people. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A niece. A girlfriend. He didn’t win. He was locked away in a cell while you were free. “What’s got you smiling like that?” Yelena whispered to you. You looked at her.

“Just happy.” She kissed your forehead.

“Me too, zolotse. Me too.”

The End.  

_

Just like that the main story of The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova has come to an end! I want to thank everyone who took time out of their day to read this story; which started has a little one shot evolved into a 6 part series!

Now what is next? I do have three drabbles planned for this AU; the talk between Y/n and Clint, how Y/n and Yelena met, and a cute moment where Y/n helps Yelena through a nightmare! However, we learned a lot about this AU with these last two parts so if you want me to go into specifics please let me know! I have some ideas floating around but would love to see what you guys are interested in!

Thank you! Your support means the world to me!

[siennablaze219]

@daily-writing-challenge - May 2024 - Day 3 - Shame

FMK

“I am not going to play fuck…”

“Language..” Kyean interrupted Dei.

The warlock carried on, repeating the first just because he had stopped her, “… Fuck, marry, kill, with you concerning types of demons. If you put intention to some it gives it power.”

The Illidari laughed, “It is a game Dei, not one of your contracts. I will start,” he rubbed his chin, “Fuck it, I am married to killing them all.”

Dei dissolved into a fit of giggles, there was something about the ginormous Kaldorei that was just outrageous enough to get her to forget her ‘proper’ raising ever since he showed up after Brendan’s funeral. She was far too serious as a child due to her mentor/guardian’s raising, he was a hard man that had no use for a child but was in need of a protege, she just happened to be six when he took custody of her. No one, to that point had, ever made her feel comfortable enough to let go of all Brendan had instilled in her, and at seventeen she had been still a child.

“Going to bet you would have come up with that answer yourself if you relaxed a little,” Kyean said as he prodded at her ribs with one long, clawed finger. “So tell me about the boyfriend.”

Dei squirmed away because his claw had hit a ticklish spot. The night had been pleasant, they had made pasta together, well Dei made it and Kyean had kept stealing the fresh tomatoes they had bought, then sat in her newly organized front room. She still had three rooms to sort books from on the lower level and three on the upper levels of the house, then it would be in order. It wasn’t until Rurik had come to stay with her that she had really wanted to erode the anchors to how she was raised.

A couple bottles of wine had been added to the dinner, which Dei realized belatedly, that he burned off alcohol at such a fast rate he didn’t even get tipsy and she was pretty drunk, lightweight that she was. “Cheating,” she pointed out at his answer, then she became more serious. “Rurik, that was his name.”

“Probably still is,” he broke in with.

“Rurik *is* his name,” the ebony haired young woman corrected, wanting to throw a pillow at him. “He joined the company in a time when I wasn’t focused all that much on it. I just happened to hear the woman with the Man’ari friend talking about misplacing a jar of soulstones. I am sure you can guess my reaction and that drew me back in, connecting with them once more, to try and prevent them from falling to fel stupidity, if nothing else.”

Kyean turned from where he was reclined on the floor at her feet while she tucked herself up in a corner of the couch, “She what?”

It was so nice having someone else around that understood her stance on demons. Sure a few in the company disliked them and had adopted her safe handling instructions but most were aloof in their interactions, it drove her mad… “Yes, a jar went missing, then it reappeared partially empty.”

“Or partially full,” he offered oh so helpfully.

This time she did swing a pillow at him which caught him in the shoulder, pillows didn’t have auras after all so he couldn’t *see* it coming. This time she didn't even correct herself, “Then she said they changed colors and she was pleased with this. While I was losing it over this cavalier attitude a voice came over the comm. I did not recognize him, he was asking generalized questions. What kind of work did we have coming up? Anything illegal? I guess he already had trouble in his past but nothing really invasive.”

Kyean’s head lifted, “For your first boyfriend you chose a criminal? What the Fel Deiala? It has been five years since Brendan’s death, that seems a bit late to be rebellious. Couldn’t you have dyed your hair or something? Maybe stop wearing corsets?”

“Are you finished?” She asked tartly then continued, “She started asking if he was a reporter or something. I thought his questions smart for just joining the company, things I never asked any when I joined really”

“You didn’t? You? Miss ‘I read the small print in ancient texts on the theory of Azeroth Being round’ for fun’? Miss ‘There is not a mystery out there I don’t want to solve’?”

Dei sat there silent until he said, “Go on.” To which she replied, “I wanted to make sure you were done.” Something she had realized the first few times she drank was that she had a tendency to be more challenging, especially to strong willed men.

“Anyway, she kept challenging him but I didn’t know him so why would I involve myself in their squabbling? A couple days later I went to watch people spar, more to put faces with voices than anything. Me, being me, with all my social graces, ended up just standing there, I observed, until I wasn’t.” The young woman smiled at the memory, “He just said hello and we began talking, next thing you know he is coming by the shop to research an art project.”

“You had an artist in your group?”

“A tattoo artist, though he was a good painter as well.” She replied.

He nodded, “Okay, yeah that tracks. Criminal and tattoo artist, next thing you know you will tell me he was a sailor or something.”

Dei flushed and Kyean laughed, “Annnyyy way… we had a mission and some things going on so it was suggested we team up to keep an eye on one another. The antagonistic woman suggested with a seductive tone that he and her should pair up. He was at the shop when he asked me instead. The mission didn’t go well, in fact it was a bit traumatic, so he came back here with me…”

“And you fucked away the trauma, yeah, been there, done that.”

“Actually no,” she said and drew a breath in through her nose, “he said that he would not take advantage of that and slept in one of the back bedrooms. It wasn’t until another mission went sideways that we ended up sleeping together, even then I had to push the issue.”

Kyean grunted in disbelief but said nothing.

Dei frowned at him, tipping her chin up, “I can decide what I want for myself you know.” Not bothering to wait for another comment, “Well, things happened and instead of a reporter the woman started calling him a spy and ended up making things uncomfortable so he left here in not the best of circumstances, on a night when my new friends were here for dinner. To say the least, this did not endear him to them.”

For once he remained quiet so she continued. “He came back, apologized for leaving stupidly and we started again. This time it was even better than before between us, but this whole spy thing had taken root in some people’s minds, even I had some doubts. The company verified that there was a spy in our midst, personally I think there is more than one, and we certainly had false faces around, somehow it was decided that he was the spy. I was told about this and when I chose to talk to him about it and not just stop seeing him it upset my friends. One threatened him and I did not back her. She decided to wash her hands of the whole thing and told me I would do what I wanted anyway, so why should she bother,” Dei frowned and laid her head against the back of the couch.

“The lack of trust issue rears its head,” he said quietly.

It took more than a moment for her to continue, “He said that he could not stay knowing it would put me in such a position. It was his idea to leave, I tried to talk him out of it but he was looking out for me.” Thanks to the wine tears welled in her eyes again. “He was looking out for me, and yet I did not fight for him.” This time her voice was quiet.

Kyeanadril reached out for her chin making her look at him, “There is no shame in that Dei. He was right, it would have caused undo conflict for you and since I doubt you told him about what you guard, that alone might put you in an even worse quandary.”

“I still feel like I failed him,” Dei did not tell Kyean about the couple of times she had reached out to Rurik and each time he had sounded like she felt, but he still picked up, he could just have stopped answering if he hadn’t cared about her. The last time had actually been the night before.

“Sometimes the harder path is not always the best one. What if you chose him over them and it didn’t work out? What if he really was a spy and using you? I know how people use one another all too well. There are a million what ifs, but what I do know is that you have a job above and beyond all else, the secrets you keep are dangerous and if you are in the midst of conflict it will make you vulnerable.” He then asked the tougher question, “Did you love him?”

The dark haired woman nodded a bit in his grasp, but she was still so conflicted, “I miss him. I haven’t really slept since he left. And I don’t know if I love him or not, I wasn’t given enough time to find out. I think I was starting to though.” The nightmares they discussed tortured her and the only time she had been free of them since the first mission they went on was when Rurik had slept in the house with her, even before he was in her bed. “I don’t like being alone now…”

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