#he ran away before i answered and im glad

[sunaluv]

Come get your man, come get your man!

In which someone has an obvious crush on your man

Feat: suna, nagi, ran, eren

Ignore the pairings I’m indecisive lols

SUNA RINTARO

“Hey you’re suna’s girlfriend right?” You looked up to see a girl with a stretched smile looking at you expectedly.

“Yeah, what’s up?” You asked, seeing no reason to be hostile yet.

“So nice to meet you! I sit next to him in english, you could say he’s kinda my english boyfriend,”

Oh.

You knew suna was attractive and you had a feeling this was inevitable, but that does not stop the shock of the situation.

“He told me about you, said you had a weird sense of humor,” you replied with a tight lipped smile.

‘He didn’t say that, he just said she was weird’ you thought.

“Omg so he does talk about me! It’s so weird, he like totally ignores me but it’s nice to know he talks to others about me,”

Now you were more amused than anything.

“But anyways, the reason I wanted to talk to you, girl to girl is that I think he might be into me a bit-not trying to sabotage your relationship it’s just… if it was me, I’d want someone to tell me.” She sat down next to you, putting an hand on your arm in faux comfort.

A voice called her name “what are you doing here.”

Like a deer caught in headlight, the girl stammered over her words “suna, I was just talking to your girlfriend about us.”

“There is no ‘us’” he deadpanned.

You watched amused as she accused suna of leading her on, saying how she kept borrowing pencils from her, or not moving his knee all the time when they’d touch and other absurd accusations on why he’s into her.

When she stormed off embarrassed and heartbroken, he sat next to you.

“Why did you intervene? I was having fun getting to know your english girlfriend,” you teased making him groan.

RAN HAITANI

“Omg you’re so pretty!”

Your boyfriend was on the other side of the nightclub dealing with who knows what as you smiled at the girl who had been gassing you for the past 2 minutes.

“I’m so glad stinky old ran found such a beauty like you, how did he cuff you?” She looked around as if searching for someone before leaning in close to speak over the booming music of the club.

“Just asking to check, he told you about us right?”

What us? “No he didn’t, what’s up with that?”

She sent an apologetic look. “He was here last week and we kinda…hooked up. Im not trying to be a homewrecker I just thought you should know.”

This liar, last week he had flown out with you on holiday for the week. You had arrived two days ago due to his business needing him.

But she didn’t need to know that.

“Omg no way, he’s cheating on me!” You faked hurt.

“Im sorry girl, I-“

“Why are you like this,” Your boyfriends strong groan cut into your conversation.

“Stop lying to her ran, she doesn’t deserve this! Come clean right now, you and I hooked up in that bathroom last we-“

“We weren’t in the country last week, dumbass.”

She froze and as if piecing everything together, she was about to fume at you. You knew she was lying and embarrassed her like that.

“You sly little-“

Before she could finish, ran was already pulling you away from her and leading you towards the back of the nightclub.

“I hate you by the way,” he sulked before you could even begin to poke fun at him.

NAGI SEISHIRO

You stared at your boyfriends ringing phone next to you, then back to said man who was absentmindedly clicking on his keyboard.

“Baby can you get that for me?”

You agreed, pressing accept on the incoming call from a random girls name that you’ve heard in passing from Nagi himself, nothing to be worried about, quite the opposite actually.

He keeps complaining about how she won’t leave him alone, but you defended the girl you didn’t know, saying maybe she was friendly.

Answering the call, a pretty girl sat infront of the window, neck angled so that the gold light shined on her face.

She obviously wasn’t expecting to see you, as she quickly adjusted her position to a more casual setting.

“Uhm hello, you must be sei’s friend, can you put him on the phone?” She asked, not hiding her distaste that your man wasn’t the one answering the phone.

“Girlfriend,” you corrected. “And he’s busy right now, I can get him to call you back if you want,”

She glared at you seeing you not let down. “Okay I guess. Just tell him it’s KK calling, he’ll come to me.”

You sent her a challenging look before relaying the message to the man three meters away from you nice and loud so she can hear.

“Hang up.” You saw her eyes widen and didn’t bother to hide your smile.

“What was that?” You asked.

He repeated himself, not realising she could still hear him, but before you could hang up, she had already done it, too embarrassed to face the girl who has what she wanted.

“You see what I mean now?”

EREN YEAGER

You stood in between the spread legs of your boyfriend in the party hosts kitchen as his big arms held your back to his chest. His long legs kicked the cabinets as he swung his legs, staring down the girl stood across the room.

“Why are you staring at me?” She asked giggling seductively.

“You’re being weird.”

“Whatever,” she smiled, rolling her eyes.

You fiddled with the necklace eren bought you for your anniversary, which seemed to get her attention.

“Cute chain girl,” she covered her annoyance with intrigue. “Did yeager boy here get it for you?”

You sent her a look, nodding to confirm.

“Omg that reminds me of this one time when we went on holiday together, you remember that ‘ren? When you bought me that cute set?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

You knew exactly what she was doing and it wasn’t going to work. It’s such a shame she had to act like this too, she was pretty, you’ll admit.

You trusted your man, he gave you a head up about the girl who leeched on to him, warning you about all the lies and deception she would try to drill in your mind.

“That was back in Spain right? He bought a extras while looking for this one right?” You smiled at her innocently.

“Wowwww, you told her about me eren? I’m so flattered” if she was pissed, and you knew she was, she didn’t show it.

“Mhm he told me all about you, about how you leech on to him at any chance you get.”

She let out loud, forced laughter “she’s a funny one yeager, make sure you keep a tight leash on this one.” She looked at you and you swore you saw her eye twitch.

The pair of you stayed silent as you watched her aggressively walk back towards the party.

“You’re better than me you know, if any of your guy friends started to act like that I would’ve beat his ass,”

You chuckled, turning in his hold to face him. “Good thing you were holding me because one more second and I would have.”

God he was so in love with you.

[rubywithecat]

Tokyo revengers boys when you ignore them after one night stand (pt.1)

Mikey

-he almost doesnt recognize you

-when he senses the familiar scent when you passed through him, he couldnt help but turned his head

-"Hey wait" he called out. "do i know you?"

-U frozed. "I dont know you..." u lied. He walked to face you and looked you carefully. U broke the eye contact and excused yourself.

-he grabbed your hand which made your body gravitated toward his chest

-"your a bad liar" his lips nearly toucing yours. "plz dont ignore me. ive been searching u everywhere"

Ran Haitani

-He thought he would just forget you as like he does for many women who he had slept with

-But something about u made him craving u more, maybe cuz of ur innocence (u were a virgin)

- U were going to ur class when u heard a smiliar voice, u quickly hide when u caught a glimpse of him

-he was on his phone and he seemed to like noticed that u hide, he smirked

-"Rindou, I will call u back" he closed his phone and walked toward where u were

-ur heart was beating so fast and u just prayed he would passed through and closed ur eyes

-"Found ya" he whispered, loud enough for u to hear. "U who snaked away from me after i gave u ur first best night ever. Don’t u think it’s a lil bit unfair to me?” he grabbed ur waist as if he could read ur mind about escaping

-"u cant run away from me second time, Miss"

Chifuyu Matsuno

-He tried to forget about what happened that night and didnt even think he could meet u again

-when he saw u at the mall, he was about to call u out but he saw u with a kid, he thought its ur kid

-he didnt try to talk with u anymore cuz he doesnt wanna be a threat to ur marriage or smth

-u also saw him but u were too nervous to go and talk cuz u liked that guy so much “what if he doesn’t remember me? I would just embarrass myself” u whispered to urself

-as u guys parted, u were sad and hopeless

-"hey (kid name), i need to use toilet. dont go anywhere before i come back,okay?' u bent down to the kids height and smiled.

-"Yes” he replied cutely. "Good boy." u told him and go to toilet quickly.

-just a hen u come back, u saw him talking to a guy so u rushed quickly.

-"how old r u?" u could hear slightly. "i am 8" ur nephew answered.

-"what did i tell u (kid name)?Dont talk to random--' u scolded him before realizing that guy

-"he just saved me from some bad guys who tried to steal our shopping bags" ur nephew answered.

"Oh god" u sighed and turned back to him, but dont dare to look at him. "Umm... thank u for saving my nephew..." u said awkwardly.

-He was stunned but he felt relieved and glad that he wasn’t ur son

-U were about to walk away when he started to talk, "Im sure we met before, right?"

-U looked back at him and he was smiling at u and it was not a question. He remembered u and will not let u go anymore

Hanma Shuji

-From the moment he saw u, he couldn’t lie to himself that he fell in love with u

-Whenever he fcks someone he always think about u

-He was pissed that u left him after s*x without even leaving ur number

-He tried his best to forget u

-u didnt expect to meet a one night stand u met last year at the club u work

-Ur not like a stripper or anything like that. U work as a waitress there as u have no choice to pay for ur collage

-U quickly covered ur face as he walked passed through

-"maybe he wont even remember me at all. It was long time ago" u relieved. But then he stopped.

-"Hey" he called u. "Wtf- plz don’t remember me" u mumbled. U dont wanna invlove in gang things so its best to stay away

-"Do u know where are vip rooms?" he asked u

-"Uh— it’s at ur left, sir" U didnt dare to look back and just answered nervously, hoping he doesn’t see ur face

-U stared at u from behind for a sec and then walked away, smoking.

-“U see that girl over there? Bring her to my room” he ordered the waiter

-“Sir, I’m afraid she’s just a waitress and doesn’t do that kind of thing ya know…” the waiter answered, afraid “I- could suggest u the best beautiful stripper in our club. I’m sure u will be satis—“ before he could finish his word, he was punched to the ground.

-“Useless shits” he mumbled as he looked down and wiped the blood strain on his ring “Bring her to me” he said and left as he threw sone cash to the waiter face.

-U entered the dim light room, written “VIP” cuz ur coworker begged u so u empathized him

-“Were u searching for me?” U said impatiently and faked to be confident when u were trembling inside. “Look, just to be clear, im not interested in sleeping with u. I just come to tell u that so plz leave me alone and my coworkers, sir”

-Hanma just laughed helplessly as he finds that cute and as u were about to leave, he tightly hugged u from behind and kissed ur neck, leaving a mark

-“Who said I care whether ur intreated or not?” he smirked. “U were already mine. Don’t u dare run away from me… please?” His voice changed. It was the first time he begged for someone and u also feel that part of u just can’t resist him

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A/N: Hi! Welcome back y’all! <3 So, I have been disappearing for a long time cuz of final exam and now it’s over so I can finally write back and have a lot of ideas that I wanna share with u guys. <3

Sorry for not being able to respond the requests but now that I’m free, I will be open to ur requests again! :*

And I hope u guys like this one and any supports are very much appreciated, loves <33

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[hopelesslyromanticshark]

✧˖°. EVERYTHINGS ALRIGHT WHEN SHE CALLS ME BACK

content: the last one...this was fun yall...see you on the other side 🫡🫡🫡 be brave, soldiers, be brave

percy had been speeding for the past thirty minutes, as the car had devolved into chaos. frank and jason were holding their phones in crazy positions, desperate to get a connection. leo was attempting to charge his phone with the crappy cord percy had in his car, bent in strange ways but he never got a steady charge.

"buy a new charger, you fucker," leo muttered with a glare in percy's direction.

"charge your phone at night, you little shit," percy grit out in response, his eyes scanning a passing sign.

"WAIT- what did that sign say???"

"next towns in three miles," jason called back, leaning towards percy as he appeared to be chasing a connection. percy shoved him away and pressed harder on the gas petal as leo stared at the clock that was glaring red at him, proudly presenting the time.

11:45

fuck

they came flying into the small town, percy slamming on the brakes basically as frank pointed out a parking spot. the three of them leapt out, frank climbing onto of percy's car and holding his phone higher.

"anything??" leo called and frank just shook his head before getting on his tip toes. leo bit out a few spanish curses, spinning around and looking around desperately.

"diner!" percy called, pointing at it, and instantly the four boys were springing into it, breathing heavily before the poor waitress, who gave them a strange look.

"hey- do you, do you have a phone i could borrow?? i need to tell a girl i love her," leo confessed, out of breath, and the woman frowned at him.

"oh, im sorry, baby, but our phone broke earlier this morning," the woman replied and leo hung his head, every second that passed another moment that yn gave up on him calling at all.

"oh! but, there's a payphone over at the gas station," the woman remembered, snapping her fingers before pointing across the street a few blocks down. leo looked up and pumped his fist before rooting through his pockets, looking for a few quarters or really anything. he turned his pockets inside out to produce lent only.

"any of you got change?" he hissed out, impatiently and bouncing on his feet as the boys also dug through their pockets.

"c'mon, c'mon, c'mon," muttered leo, glancing up at the clock that was hung in the restaurant before groaning and urging his friends on more.

11:52

FUCK

"here, this one's on me, boys. go get that girl, yeah?" the kind waitress offered, holding out three quarters for leo.

"thank you, thank you, thank you!" leo cheered, grabbing them from her hand and shoving them into his pocket as he scrambled out of the diner. he ran the few blocks that separated him from the payphone, from yn. he was trying to calm his breathing as he slid the coins into the machine, the phone held between his shoulder and ear.

he waited for the robotic voice to tell him to put in the number he wanted to call, his fingers working on autopilot. it wasn't hard, he only had three numbers memorized. his moms, 911, and yours. and 911 was on a good day, okay. he didn't have a watch or anything to check what time it was, but he has vivid memories of barely passing the mile in high school so there was no way running those blocks was fast.

the phone rang once...then twice...then three times

by the fourth ring leo was leaning his head against the machine, prepared to bash his brain in right then and there.

but then the phone crackled and he heard angel's sing

"hello?"

well, not quite sing, but he was certain it was an angel.

"gods, yn, im so glad you picked up," leo breathed into the phone, a smile slowly growing on his lips at your voice.

"leo?? what- what phone are you calling me off of right now?" you asked, confusion clear in your voice.

"umm a payphone in some town that i don't even know the name of," leo answered and you snorted on the other side of the phone, leo's smile growing still.

"okayyyyyyyy," you replied once your giggles died out, "can i ask why?"

"because i love you," leo answered instantly, get a small amount of pleasure out of the gasp from you.

"gods, i love you so so much, yn. i've been in love with you for so long, i think i forget. which is why i chased all those girls and kept going back to she-who-must-not-be-named. and i know that's no an excuse, i know. and i would understand if you want to beat the shit out of me, or never speak to me. but i can die happy knowing that you know how i feel about you. ill die with a fucking smile on my face if i means that i gave it a shot and told the girl of my dreams im completely in love with her," leo rambled, squeezing his eyes shut as he took a wet breath, swallowing down whatever was choking at his throat. probably the love he held for yn but whatever.

"leo," you breathed out on your end, sounding like you were on the verge of crying, and leo realized he never wanted to be the cause of your tears again. the squeezing of his chest hurt too much.

"please, yn, please. im sorry, im so sorry. i'll spend the rest of my life making up for it...if- if you'll let me," leo begged into the phone. and he knew his voice was pitchy and whiney in a way that would have him mocked and ridiculed for a very long time if the boys every heard him, but leo couldn't find it in himself to give a shit. all that mattered now was you and youre voice on the other side of the phone.

"do you- do you have any idea how long i've waited for you to say that, leo valdez?" you hizzed on your end, sniffling as leo breathed out a soft laugh.

"i know, im sorry, baby. lemme make it up to you," offered leo and you were already swooning on your side of the phone, shaking your head and leaning back into your pillows trying to hide your blush from yourself.

"you've got a lot of making up to do," you mused and leo hummed.

"would a date chip away at my debt to you? a real proper date?" he offered, his fingers crossed as he waited with baited breath for your answers. you took signifcantly longer than you needed to, toying with him even though you both knew what your answer would be.

"it's definitely a start, valdez."

"that's all i need. just one chance," replied leo, smiling brighter than the sun, surely. it was starting to hurt his cheeks but he couldn't find it in him to stop.

"oh, and i love you, too," you whispered and leo chuckled, resting his head against the plexiglass that surrounded the payphone.

"thank the gods! you have no idea the trouble i went through to make this call happen," leo laughed into the phone, smiling as you joined him.

"well, i can't wait to hear all about it on our dateeee," you squealed, unable to hide your excitement at the thought that you finally had a date with the boy you've always been in love with.

"hell, yeah. our date, let's go!!" leo cheered, shaking his head as you laughed more into the phone.

"you're probably running out of time on the payphone, huh?" you questioned and leo frowned at the thought, not wanting to be done talking with you...ever.

"probably. stupid machine," leo huffed, with the intention of drawing more laughs from you, which of course happened.

"call me later?" you offered, biting your lip as you waited for his response.

"if i could stay on the phone with you forever, i would. you already know im calling you back at the first opportunity."

"good." you nodded despite the fact that he couldn't see you.

"just make sure to pick up, okay?" leo stated and you rolled your eyes.

"on the first ring, of course."

"that's my girl," leo breathed out, enjoying just being with you, even if it was only over the phone.

"finally, your girl," you teased and leo rolled his eyes, mocking you from his side of the phone.

"whatever. it'll be worth the wait," insisted leo and you couldn't find it in yourself to argue. leo went to add something but then a click was heard and the robotic voice replaced your angelic one.

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[romanticintheory]

HI I JUST READ YOUR "SIMON BETRAY YOU" AND YOU KNOW WHATTTT IT HURTS SOO GOOD OMG THANKS FOR MAKING THATT SJWISHWBSHSJSBWJSBWBS

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and.. maybe can you write for a part two? pleaseee🥺

HIII TYSM IM SO GLAD YOU ENJOYED!!! here's a pt 2! i am very sick at the moment, though, so this might be a bunch of gibberish (i sincerely apologize if so). hope you like it <3

simon riley betrays you pt. 2

simon "ghost" riley x reader || pt. 1 || masterlist

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-miraculously, they let you go.

-you half expected someone to drag you out of the car with the barrel of a gun pressed against your temple with the intent to fire, but no. after a few excruciatingly long hours alone with your arms and legs bound, someone new came to cut your ties and let you loose.

-maybe they were just bad at their job, you thought. after all, why would they let you, essentially a witness, go free without any repercussions?

-a few years pass. you try to move on, but its impossible when your entire world was shattered in one night.

-you never heard back from your father since then, but that wasn't the thing that hurt the most. you couldn't go a single day without thinking about the sting of betrayal. any happy moment you had was spent comparing the time you felt that same feeling with him, before anything in the world was wrong to you.

-what's worse, there was something telling you that you shouldn't tell anyone about it even if you wanted to. a voice in your head kept telling you that maybe, maybe they're keeping you on a leash. maybe someone was watching you at this very moment ready to take you out the moment you spilled your experiences.

-in a way, your fears are confirmed when you meet simon again miles away from the last place you lived. you had moved for this exact reason; you never wanted to see his face for as long as you lived.

-it happens when you're walking alone in the street. you moved to this area specifically because you heard it was quieter and, more importantly, safer. but how much of that could you escape, really?

-your attacker approaches you as you're making your walk home from work, a kind of confidence on his face that makes the common individual want to roll their eyes.

-"what's a sweet thing like you doing out alone at night, huh?" he asks, his footsteps staggered like he's had one too many drinks.

-you give him the usual speel of, "oh, my friends are waiting for me... yeah, i've got a boyfriend. haha, i'm okay, no need to accompany me, thanks."

-your soft attempts at rejection only seem to agitate him, because next thing you know he's stepping toward you and putting a hand on your arm with a bone-crushing grip.

-"c'mon jus' let me-"

-his voice is cut off by the sound of a loud thud and the stranger's yelp of pain. it takes you a second, but you realize the defense on your behalf came from beside you.

-oh, thank god.

-you and your now injured attacker now adjust your gazes to sit on the silent newcomer. just like that, your settled sense of dread has come back and increased tenfold.

-there he was, with that stupid mask over his face and his hands curled into fists for preparation of what he was going to do next if the man didn't scurry off.

-"you'll leave," he says darkly under subtle pants, as if he ran before coming to your rescue. "if you know what's good for you."

-the stranger wastes no time in running off into the night, leaving you with your worst nightmare.

-for a while, you both stare at each other like you can't believe the other is real. it takes everything in you not to cry or beg him for answers. no, after everything you worked for, you're not going to throw away everything you built in the past few years to recover from him just to throw it all away now... right?

-"why are you here?" you ask coldly. "come to finish the job?"

-although your eyes were icy and your questions came with a rigid tone, there was genuine fear in your question. what if the soldier that untied you wasn't supposed to? what if you were supposed to be dead all those years ago?

-"no. never."

-even though he knows the reason why, his heart still hurts at the thought of you believing he'd just up and kill you like that.

-"really? that's rich," you scoff, except you're terrible at hiding the tremble in your breath and the tremors traveling through your body.

-spotting your growing fear, he scrambles for something, anything, to make you fear him less.

-"i was worried, that's all. after that night," he pauses, eventually deciding to skip the details of what he did to your father. "i didn't know where you went. thought i could just get over it, but i guess i just knew i needed to check in on you just in case."

-you resist the urge to roll you eyes. "right. you're back again to 'check in on me'? to come back and meddle in my life again?" you're struggling to keep your tears back as they form in your eyes. "you've already taken so much. how selfish can you be?"

-he stares at you for a moment before slipping his hand into his pocket and taking out a gold watch that belonged to your dad.

-"i'm sorry about your father, but you have to understand that he-"

-"not that, simon. it was never that," you push his hand away and the offer that came with it. his eyes became confused. "i mean you. it's always been you. you just come into my life telling me you love me, that you want to be with me so much and then just take that all away? and you never even bothered to tell me it was a lie, just let me get tied up by some stranger to be left alone and scared!"

-there's a new look in simon's eyes at your words, but it's hard to decipher them from behind the mask.

-"it wasn't a lie," he says slowly, lowering the hand with the watch in it back to his side.

-"oh, please." the trembling has not died down in the slightest. "i bet you're still mad that worker of yours took pity on me and let me leave before you could do anything about it. like i said, back to finish the job."

-your eyes are now trained on the ground. there was a conflicted feeling in your body at the moment. on one hand, this was the man that let you get tied up and left in a car while he "handled" your father. on the other, this was the man you loved. the one who was kind to your ever desire, who always understood you in ways you never knew possible.

-"i told them to let you go," he finally manages.

-"what?"

"i..." he hesitates. "i told my captain that if i was going to give them your father's location, they were to let you go no questions asked when the whole ordeal was over with." and it was true. he hated even imagining poor you, being interrogated by his colleagues in an isolated, barren room. you had been through enough.

-and even if you had been a part of your father's scheme, there was a part of simon that loved you too much to care (though he'd never admit it to himself).

-it was a good thing price trusted his judgment. he didn't know what he would've done had he said no.

-the tears are now streaming down your face and you can do nothing to stop it. it all felt like so much. you were so, so confused. if he did love you, why did you feel this way? how much of this could you trust?

-cautiously, he goes to wipe the tears away from your face, murmuring a quiet, "hate it when you cry." for a second, it was a familiar feeling. you felt like you were back in your shared flat with simon while having a breakdown over life's struggles. in moments like those, you never would have expectated that life's struggles could take the form of simon himself.

-you can't help but lean into his touch. maybe you were insane for allowing him to touch you like this, but you wanted nothing more than to let him into your life again. the resolve you worked so hard to build was crumbling away the longer you spent with him.

-"the reason it took so long for me to find you..." he's holding your face in his hands, now. "for so long, i thought i ought to leave you alone. i know i should. i wasn't lying about when i said i was worried if you were still alive, but," he swallows the lump in his throat before continuing. "i also miss you. 'nd i know, 's incredibly selfish of me after everything i've done to you, but i can't help it."

-one of his hands leaves your face to slide the mask and balaclava off his face. there he was again, his aged brown eyes and soft jawline, the sides of his face littered with small scars you still remember to this day.

-"i'll make it up to you," he whispers. "anything you ask, i'll answer. about my past, your father, anything. you ask me to get you something, i'll have it for you wrapped all nice 'nd pretty. hell, i'll get on my knees and pray to you if you order me to, love."

-it was like your nightmare turned into a fantasy, having him here begging for your forgiveness.

-"anything you want, i want to give to you. jus' let me be a little selfish, too."

-you bite your lip as you think it over. you know the correct answer would be a clear, hard no, but you can't bring yourself to do it. not after all those nights wishing he was encasing you in his arms again, whispering all the things he adored about you as you drifted off into sleep.

-as much as you shouldn't be believing him, you do.

-"...anything?" you ask hesitantly, and it takes everything in simon not to pull you in close and never let go.

-again. no, he needs to be sure he won't scare you off again.

-"anything," he promises, fingertips tracing the edge of your jawline.

-"okay," you agree, the tears finally having stopped flowing. happiness does not even begin to describe what simon was feeling. "for starters, you can walk me home."

-with the watch long forgotten and broken on the edge of the sidewalk, he holds your face for a bit longer before letting go. eventually, he offers his arm to you and you take it.

-there's a part of him that mourns the years lost that he could've had with you. maybe, if he came to you sooner, he wouldn't have to be so careful about being around you, now. but, no, these were the consequences of his actions.

-at the very least, you were still giving him a second chance, and he was intent on not fucking it up this time.

[megalony]

Give Me a Reason

This is an Evan Buckley imagine with deaf! reader, based on an anon request I got sent in. I hope you all like it, feedback is always greatly appreciated.

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911 Masterlist

Summary: While Evan is at work and can't answer his phone, (Y/n) is home alone and suffers a miscarriage.

(Descriptions of miscarriage)

Enjoy.

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Evan ran a hand through his hair, loosening up the curls flopping around his temple and pushing them back on his head into a more tamed fashion. He scratched his nails against his temple as he slowly climbed back up the stairs towards the bedroom.

He walked into the room and made his way over to the bed, a softness burning in his eyes and a tepid smile forming on his lips when he reached the bed.

He went down on his knees in front of the bed and leaned his elbow down onto the mattress while his hand moved out towards (Y/n). He was gentle when he delicately brushed his index finger against her temple and pushed a stray hair back behind her ear. His fingertips continued to graze against her temple and for a brief second, he pressed the back of his hand against her skin and his lips faded into a frown. She was flushed.

A small smile quirked his lips up from a frown when (Y/n)'s hand batted up and grabbed his to entwine their fingers together. She moved his hand down to her lips and pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles that made fireworks explode through his blood and tingle up his arm.

He loved the way her lips moulded into a tired yet sickly sweet smile when her half-lidded eyes focused on him and she reeled his hand closer until he had no choice but to press his arm into her chest. She curled around his hand and arm like it was a comfort teddy and her nose brushed against his knuckles.

"Are you okay?" Evan kept his voice quiet as he moved to perch his chin on the end of the bed so they were level while his knees pressed into the bedframe to keep his balance and stop him falling backwards. He brushed his thumb over the back of her hand when she nodded and tried to keep her eyes open so she could read his lips.

All (Y/n) wanted to do was stay bundled up under the covers and sleep the day away. And Evan wanted nothing more than to climb back into bed and stay with her. He wanted to stay home and look after her and make sure she was actually okay, but he needed to go to work. He was only on a short shift today, a small twelve hour shirt rather than a twenty four hour one or a double shift which always killed him off.

If (Y/n) was unable to get out of bed or if she was throwing up continuously, Evan would have taken the day off to be home with her.

He had been extremely close to calling in sick yesterday but (Y/n) seemed to be more alive and alert last night. And she certainly looked better this morning than she had yesterday. She hadn't been sick since late last night and all she wanted to do was sleep. A day in bed was going to do her good and hopefully when Evan came home tonight, she would be feeling a lot better.

Neither of them were quite sure whether (Y/n) had some kind of sickness bug or if she was just struggling with morning sickness at random times during the day for the last three days. But either way, Evan was glad she seemed to be feeling a bit more like herself this morning and seemed a lot calmer than yesterday.

He reached across for the sick bowl near the end of the bed and held it up to show her before he put it down on the floor by his feet, whispering a quiet "Just in case." He wanted her to have it close by on the chance she did feel sick and couldn't make it down stairs quick enough.

"Will you be alright if I go to work?"

A lopsided smile pulled at (Y/n)'s lips when she finally let go of Evan's hand and shuffled her arm from beneath the covers so her hands were hanging on the edge of the bed. She didn't have the energy to sit up when she was still half asleep and wanted to stay that way.

Her hands lazily moved in front of her and pressed into her chest before she pressed her index finger and thumb together with her other fingers held up straight.

I'm okay.

She then pressed her finger into Evan's chest, pointed over his shoulder, then curled her hands into fists. She held her left fist out straight and moved her right fist up in a circle before bringing her hand down to rest on top of her other wrist.

You go to work.

There was no need for Evan to use a sick day and stay home with her when she was going to be asleep most of the day. She could feel it already, her headache was finally going away and her stomach had settled back down. All she needed was a day in bed to recover and she would be back up and moving about again tomorrow.

(Y/n) reached her hands up to cup Evan's jaw when he leaned over the bed and stole a kiss from her lips. She could taste his morning coffee on his tongue and feel his lips quirking into a grin against her when he slid his hand beneath the cover and pressed his palm against her stomach. His fingers glided over her stomach that was only the tiniest bit rounded since she was only four and a half months so far.

His touch made her shiver and his cold hand sent her stomach jumping which only made Evan grin against her lips and bite down on her bottom lip that he sucked between his teeth when he pulled back.

When he pulled back, Evan held out his left palm and brushed his fingers up and down his palm while he spoke. "Text me if you need me." He would do his best to keep his phone on him today when he could so if (Y/n) felt worse or she needed him, he could try and answer her.

(Y/n) nodded and held her hand out, curling her middle and ring finger against her palm and held her hand out before she pointed at Evan.

"I love you too," He muttered against her lips while he copied her sign, pecking her lips again and again before he finally managed to tear himself away from her.

He wasn't even at work yet and he was ready for his shift to end.

***

I don't feel well. What should I do? X

Reaching out, (Y/n) threw her phone down beside her on the bed before her hands reached out for the sick bowl that was resting at the foot of the bed. her hands curled around the plastic rim and she held it in her lap, pressing it into her stomach as if it might do something to ease her discomfort.

Her eyes snapped closed and her shoulders hunched inwards as she leaned down and threw up into the bowl, groaning and choking on each breath she tried to grasp.

(Y/n) didn't know what to do with herself. She had felt much better when Evan left for work but now, late into the afternoon, she didn't know what to do. Her stomach was burning and aching like she was being stabbed, her headache was back with a vengeance so rough she could barely see properly. And she didn't have the strength to get up from bed and move around like she thought she would.

(Y/n) never rang the doctors to make an appointment for obvious reasons. Evan always rang for her and she never went to an appointment without him, the staff didn't know sign language and it was tiring and uncomfortable to have to write everything down in a notepad. With Evan by her side, (Y/n) could sign and he would relay her responses.

She was so used to reading her husband's lips that trying to lip read strangers was off putting. She knew each movement of his lips and each smile and the way his nose crinkled when he talked. Evan was her rock, her comfort and her communicator. She needed him.

He wasn't answering and part of (Y/n) chided herself for being so selfish. He was at work. His job was important and it was a hectic, busy job to do. He couldn't check his phone every five minutes in case she messaged and she couldn't call him.

When her stomach twisted, a cry burned at the back of her throat and she moved to bowl so she could coil her knees up to her stomach and see if contorting into a compressed shape would help.

It didn't.

Her hand curled around her phone in such a tight grip it indented into her palm and made her bones ache.

(Y/n) shuffled off the side of the bed and flopped down onto the carpet on her knees, snuffling through each breath as she used the bed as leverage to push herself up. She needed to go and sit in the bathroom in case she started to throw up again. Maybe she could get a bath and see if that would make her feel any better until Evan could message her back with some advice. And she needed to be downstairs where the bathroom and kitchen were and where all the medicine was.

Humiliation tore through (Y/n)'s every fibre when she got to the stairs and slumped down on her bum to shuffle down. She was glad Evan wasn't home to see her doing this. Her hand slid down the handrail as she itched herself down the stairs, sliding down each step which bumped against her lower back and made her stomach jolt each time.

Tears drenched (Y/n)'s face as she finally reached the floor and flopped onto her knees, leaning her weight into the wall as she crawled around the corner into the bathroom. She needed to do something. Whenever she was this sick all she did was lay down on the sofa in agony until Evan came home and held her. She didn't tolerate pain well.

She had never been so relieved to see the toilet in her life. (Y/n) coiled her knees up to her stomach, flopped her arms around the rim of the toilet and slumped her head over the basin just in time to throw up. Again.

Reaching her arm out, (Y/n) swiped the back of her hand against her forehead, grimacing when she realised how badly she was beginning to sweat.

Surely this wasn't good.

Terror pulsed through (Y/n)'s blood when a sudden onset of trembling burst out in her body. She shook back and forth against the toilet, unable to stop or steady herself as if invisible hands were on her shoulders, shaking the life out of her. Her eyes widened and rapidly looked herself over but her lips parted and wobbled, letting out a cry when something awful twisted in her stomach.

Why did it feel like someone had stabbed her?

Blood.

Blood was starting to smear across her inner thighs and when (Y/n) gingerly lifted Evan's shirt that she was wearing, she could see the substance dotted on the floor beneath her. This didn't look good.

Her trembling fingers reached out for her phone and she swiped her eyes furiously to try and clear her vision that was obscured by tears.

Something's wrong, I need help. Don't know what to do.

What was she supposed to do?

If she tried to do the 911 text service like Maddie had showed her, strangers were going to turn up in her home and take her away. Then how would she get to Evan? How would he find her in time? There weren't many paramedics out there who knew sign language and (Y/n) was not exchanging written notes with a medic without her husband with her. She couldn't lip read in this state, her mind was too unfocused for that.

(Y/n) didn't want strangers grabbing at her and taking her out of her home where she felt safe.

All she wanted was Evan.

Her lips quivered when she pushed her forehead onto the toilet so she could shimmy out of her underwear that was coated in blood. She threw it across the other side of the bathroom and reached out to tug the towel off the back of the bathroom door.

Oh no. No, no no. She was losing the baby. What had she done to deserve this?

(Y/n) wasn't sure if she started to scream or if she simply parted her lips and gasped. Her eyes snapped closed but the tears drenched her face anyway and she could feel her eyes slowly starting to swell from the thousands of tears she was beginning to shed.

Her arms coiled into her waist with her hands gripping her inner thighs, her back curled over and her head stayed pushing down on the toilet seat to try and steady herself and stop herself from collapsing.

She wanted this baby. Seeing Evan's face when she told him she was pregnant had been the best moment of her life. Evan was so good with kids and when (Y/n) saw him with a friend's baby in his arms, she knew it was a sight she wanted to get used to.

So why was she losing their baby?

Reaching out, (Y/n) curled her hand into a fist and slammed her knuckles as hard as she could into the side of the bath next to her. She didn't feel any pain when her knuckles burst through the plastic rim, splintering into the plastic that turned jagged and cut apart the back of her hand.

What had she done? Why did she deserve this?

Finally pulling herself up into a hunched, crouching position, (Y/n) pushed herself backwards away from the toilet. She slumped onto her bum and moved the towel between her legs, trying in vain to clean up the small puddle of blood gathering between her legs on the floor and the life she'd just lost.

She didn't have the energy. She left the towel scrunched up in front of the toilet and crawled to the other side of the bathroom near the sink.

Ragged breaths ran away from her and her chest burned as she began to hyperventilate.

Her red, sticky palms smothered against her mouth and nose causing her shallow breaths to wheeze and snuffle between her clasped fingers. She could feel the blood on her hands transferring onto her lips and the metalic taste made her gag. Her elbows pinned into either side of her waist and she began slowly rocking back and forth, bashing her back and shoulders into the wall every now and then as if the sensation would somehow help to calm her down.

The burning sensation ignited up in her stomach again when she moved her right leg and stretched it out across the floor, whimpering at the ache it caused. She wiggled her toes and kicked her phone across the floor until it was beside her.

Baby something's happened. Please come home!

(Y/n) placed her phone down beside her and moved to rub her palms furiously up and down her exposed thighs, creating burnt red streaks up and down her flesh. She could feel the blood sticking between her thighs and making her legs itch with each cramp that burned through her abdomen and her body was still shaking, but not as horribly as she had a few minutes ago.

She felt like she was beginning to overheat, despite the bathroom being very cold and only wearing Evan's cotton shirt. If she blacked out now and went to sleep for a little while, it might be a blessing in disguise.

What was she going to do? What kind of conversation was she going to have with Evan when he eventually came home? How was she going to explain to him that she had lost their baby while he'd been out at work?

Her mind was conflicted; somehow relieved that Evan wasn't here to witness this. His boysterous, puppy dog personality wouldn't do well experiencing something traumatic like this. But (Y/n)'s heart was crying out for him. She wanted his arms around her, his lips on her skin and the vibration of his chest against her skin when he started to whisper something into her hair that she would never be able to hear. She wanted to be wrapped up in his comforting embrace and pretend that this was all just a nightmare.

Even though she knew he would be heartbroken, conflicted and desperate to help her, she wanted him here. She wanted the affection and comfort Evan would make her feel.

With a shaky breath, (Y/n) pushed herself forward until her knees were imbedded in her stomach to try and compress the cramps to dull them down. She couldn't stop the cry from bubbling past her lips when she tried to move her hands but they weren't under her control from how badly she was trembling again.

(Y/n) let all the energy dwindle away from her body and with her last bit of effort, she flopped onto the tiled floor on her side. Her knees coiled up to her aching stomach, her arms bound around her chest and her hands pinned below her collar bone. She tilted her head down to bury her nose in the hem of her shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling Evan's scent like it was smelling salts to make her feel better.

She didn't care how cold the floor felt against her burning skin or the light chill in the air creeping through from the apartment. Even the bright light shining down upon her didn't bother (Y/n) anymore. With her eyes closed and her face buried in her shirt, she let her mind wander and welcomed the darkness with open arms.

***

Unbridled panic burned through Evan's body like a wild fire spreading from his fingertips down to his toes. He slammed the front door closed and shrugged off his jacket, looking back down at his phone that he hadn't put down since he jumed out the jeep.

"Oh, baby where are you?" He muttered quietly to himself as he looked ahead into the kitchen before he jogged round to the living room.

Her texts had frightened him.

The team had come from a two and a half hour call out of a two mile car pile up on the motorway. But when they got back to the station and Evan went to check his phone, he almost had a heart attack. He had eight messages from (Y/n) and each one sounded more panicked than the first and the last message she sent him an hour earlier made his knees buckle.

Something had happened. But she didn't say what happened, if she was okay and if it was some sort of emergency or not. All sorts of scenarios ran through Evan's mind until he was shaking and at the point of throwing up. He tried messaging her back. He spammed his wife with messages but she didn't answer any of them.

Bobby had graciously let Evan come home just less than an hour early. He didn't get a shower and change like he planned to when they got back to the station. His shift had almost ended and when he saw her messages, he climbed in his jeep and sped home.

She wasn't in the kitchen and she wasn't in the living room.

Evan moved to the stairs, about to head up into the bedroom because that was the first place he thought she would be. By looking at her this morning, he doubted she would have left their bed today other than to use the bathroom and get something to eat. But he didn't get up two steps before something caught his eye and his head turned to the left.

The light was on in the bathroom.

His body pivoted round and and he backtracked towards the bathroom on his right. Out of habit, Evan rapped his knuckles on the door. He knew (Y/n) wouldn't hear, but it was ingraned in Evan's mind to knock before entering any room, especially the bathroom. After too many close encounters walking in on Maddie in the bathroom whilst growing up.

"Baby, you okay?" Evan moved his hand round the door before his body and pressed his index finger and thumb together to sign his question as he moved inside the room. "Oh God no!"

Evan couldn't breathe. His lungs shrivelled up in his chest, adrenaline burst through his stomach and flooded through his blood that tingled in his chest and left his hands numb and useless in front of him.

His feet tripped over a towel that was scrunched up on the floor, caked in blood that was long-dried and as dark as black paint peeling and crackling into pieces. Streaks of blood were smeared on the toilet seat and scratched across the floor in lines both big and small but he hated the sight he saw when he followed the blood markings.

(Y/n). His girl, his wife, curled up on her left side in a ball with her arms and knees cocooned to her stomach. But what caught his attention wasn't the way she was lightly shaking back and forth against the floor. It wasn't the slight movement of her hands scratching against her chest to show she was somewhat conscious.

It was the blood caked between her thighs and forming a puddle beneath her waist.

Evan crashed down on his knees in front of her and shrugged off his jacket, dumping it somewhere behind him on the floor before he reached his hands out for her. He cupped her delicate yet frozen face in his hands and forcefully pressed his thumbs in deep strokes beneath her eyes against her cheekbones to try and stimulate her. His fingers pressed into the side of her neck and he pushed down to feel her low pulse while his trembling hands tilted her head back and forth which helped to try and liven her up.

"Come on baby… look at me, sweet girl."

All Evan could see, hear and feel was panic. His blood pumping through his veins and pounding in his ears, panic personified. He could feel his pulse beating beneath his skin to the beat of panic and he could only see in tunnel vision, zooming in on his wife's face to check for any kind of reaction from her.

Evan did another sweep around the bathroom but his lips crinkled in distaste at what he was seeing. All he could focus on was the blood. Partially dried on the floor, caked, smeared and cracked around the toilet and dried into the towel that was crumpled and stiff like it had been frozen over with frost. He didn't like the look of the puddle forming between his wife's thighs. It was spreading out and if he moved forward an inch, his knees would smear into the sticky substance he had seen far too much of in his line of work.

He jolted forward in panic and breathed out in relief when he suddenly felt (Y/n)'s hand weakly bat around until her fingers curled over his wrist.

"There we go baby," He mumbled quietly, his lips twitching up when he saw her eyes moving behind her eyelids showing she was trying to bring herself back around.

Curling one hand around, Evan cupped the back of her neck and slid his right arm down to curve beneath her back. He held her against his chest and kissed the top of her head while he carefully reeled her up and let her weight fall into his chest. He held her against him and moved around until he was knelt behind her with his back wedged up against the wall so (Y/n) could slump back against his chest.

His right arm stayed wrapped around (Y/n)'s waist to stop her from sliding back down on the floor and his left arm curved around her chest. He cupped her face again and smoothed his thumb over her jaw while his head leaned against her cheek so he could peer over her shoulder and make sure she was coming back round.

He didn't like the groan that bubbled past her lips and when (Y/n) tried to tilt her head and hide her face in his neck, Evan clicked his tongue and pinched her chin. He moved her head back so she was still leaning on his shoulder but facing forwards. He had to have her eyes open and looking ahead so he could sign to her. Hiding in his neck wasn't going to help them communicate or do either of them any good.

Evan leaned forward a little more so he could look down at her and he moved his hand to gently lift her eyelid. Her pupils reacted to the light and began to constrict which was a good sign that she was still conscious.

He tapped his finger beneath her eye before holding his hand out and flicking his fingers against his thumb and spreading his hand open wide.

Eyes open.

His elbows imbedded into (Y/n)'s waist to keep her secured into his chest and he held his hands out in front of her. He pointed his index finger at himself, curled his hands into fists and placed one on top of the other, then pressed his fingertip into her chest as he spoke gently against her temple. "I got you."

Evan was more than relieved that (Y/n) seemed to come back around and she managed to move her hands and slump them against her chest. She curled her fingers and left her index fingers pointed out towards each other and moved her hands back and forth like repelling magnets.

Hurts.

"I know baby," Evan pointed at his chest then pressed his hand against his temple and moved his palm away.

He held his hands out and moved them sideways before turning them out and motioning forwards. He then held his left arm out and moved his right hand from his bicep down to his wrist.

Not for long.

Evan pressed his lips against (Y/n)'s temple and leaned forward to grab his phone that he had dropped when he went down on his knees beside her. He grabbed it and set it down against his thigh so he could dial for help. He knew why (Y/n) hadn't called for an ambulance already. He knew she wouldn't want to try and write things down and struggle to communicate with a stranger without him here, but it hurt that she had to wait for him.

If he had stayed home with her today she wouldn't of had to wait this long to get help. She wouldn't be in this much pain, bleeding out on the floor if he stayed home or if took his phone with him and checked his messages. He should have sent Maddie round to check on her.

He should have done something.

Just as he went to punch the numbers in, Evan tilted his head to the right and looked down at (Y/n) when she suddenly dug her nails into his wrist to get his attention.

"What, baby?" He squeezed her thigh and waited patiently for her to move and give him some indication of what she wanted.

But his heart shattered into a million tiny, splintering fragments all throughout his chest when (Y/n)'s trembling arms curved together and she motioned them from left to right. Baby. He tried to move his hand to repeat the sign for 'I know' but he didn't manage it when (Y/n) grabbed his wrist again and repeated the same sign. Baby. Her shaking hand then wafted out in front of her and she began to cry when she pointed out in front of them.

"Baby, I don't und-" Evan's shoulders slumped and his hand pinched into her thigh when it clicked.

He suddenly tugged (Y/n) higher between his legs and cupped her jaw in his hand, tilting her head to tuck her face back into the crook of his neck so he could smother his lips into her temple. He looked anywhere but towards the towel he realised she was pointing at. If he could, he would have shuffled further away and kicked the towel out of the room. He didn't want to touch that towel if their baby was in there.

"It's okay, shh it's okay." He smoothed his hand up and down her waist while his other hand picked up his phone and scrolled through his contacts. He needed help. "Hen? Are you still at work?"

Evan didn't know what time Hen clocked off shift today, all he knew was that she had still been somewhere in the station when he left tonight. He didn't see the point in calling 911 and getting an ambulance from a different team out here when he could call his station instead. He wanted (Y/n) as comfortable as possible and she knew the team, she would be more at ease with them around her when they all knew a little bit of sign language.

He leaned his cheek on top of (Y/n)'s head and pressed his phone into his ear while he slowly started to rock from left the right. Cringing every few seconds when (Y/n) sniffed and whimpered into his neck. He could feel her tears soaking into his skin and her wet lips wobbling against his neck and it made his own eyes start watering.

"I need an ambulance- no, no it's not me… (Y/n)'s had a miscarriage and she's bleeding out. Please, please help me."

***

(Y/n) could feel a headache burning behind her eyes when she tried to open her eyes and take in her surroundings. The room was bright. It was so bright (Y/n) felt like she was laid in the centre of the sun, but it cast a lovely halo of snow white and glimmers of melted yellow around Evan when her eyes focused on him.

He was perched on the edge of the bed, his shoulders hunched forward, his head bent to the side and one of his hands was stretched out. (Y/n) realised he was threading his fingers through her hair, it was a touch she was used to so much she didn't realise he was still doing it now. He brushed her hair behind her ear and dragged his fingertips down the side of her face down to her jaw.

"How do you feel?"

(Y/n) pressed her middle finger to her temple and hovered her other hand over her stomach, moving both hands in circles.

Sick.

Her head was pounding like someone was hitting her with a hammer, her stomach was twisted up in knots from sickness and adrenaline and panic and she felt like she needed to sleep for years to recover from this.

Evan pointed at her while his lips curved into a sad smile and he shook his hands around his chest before pointing at himself. "You scared me."

When (Y/n) rubbed her fist over her chest in circles, Evan reached out and grabbed her hand. His smile faded and he shook his head. He didn't want her to apologise for anything. She hadn't done anything wrong and he wasn't trying to patronise her or make her feel bad.

Adrenaline flowed through (Y/n)'s stomach and made her throat tense and her hands started to shake. She could feel her eyes watering over as she gently slipped her hand from Evan's grip so she could point at her chest then press her fingers to her thumbs. She dropped her hands down and opened her palms before moving to cocoon her arms together and cradle them from side to side.

She hated the way Evan dropped his head down so his chin was pressed into his chest.

He moved his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose that was beginning to burn and he couldn't stop the tears from tracing down the sides of his nose as his shoulders started to quake.

'I lost the baby.'

Finally, Evan lifted his head and rubbed the base of his palms against his eyes, taking a deep breath as he tried to wipe his face clean and compose himself.

His shaking hands held out in front of him and shook from side to side. He pointed towards (Y/n), then straightened his fingers and pressed his fingertips against his chest just below his shoulder. He then turned his hand and pressed his pinky and the side of his hand down against his chest.

"It's not your fault."

When (Y/n) went to rub her clenched hand over her chest, she could see Evan's chest quake and his lip curled as he growled and shook his head at her. He clenched his hands down around her wrists and pulled her arms until her hands were pressed into his chest. If she was going to try and apologise he would hold her wrists so she couldn't sign anything. He wouldn't sit and watch her apologise for something she had no control over.

She took him by surprise when she shuffled forward, curled her legs beneath her and flopped forward. Her knees coiled into her stomach and her head and chest slumped down over Evan's lap with her face buried in his abdomen and her arms curled around his hips.

Evan wrapped his arms around her as best he could with the way she was laid and doubled over so his chest smothered her like a comforting blanket. His lips pressed into her hair and he closed his eyes, breathing in her scent as his fingertips started to trace up and down her back.

Evan wanted an explanation. He wanted someone to give him a reason for this, to tell him why this had happened to them, of all people. But he knew no one was going to be able to give him that answer, not now, probably not ever.

He was never going to get that image of (Y/n) out of his head. He was never going to enjoy going back to work and leaving her home alone whenever she was ill. If they ever got pregnant again, he was never going to feel safe leaving her for any reason.

What were they going to do now?

[dazed--xx]

SKZ Reaction: He Hurts the Reader II (Maknae Line)

A/N: this is for @skz-codeeee lol 😂 im glad I got someone like you in my comments that will keep me on point 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 so thank you ☺️….But Damn it’s been a while since I came back here lol 😂 anyway I apologize for the long wait for this. I promised it a couple days ago but life and kids got in the way for a bit. BUT I hope this makes up for it. Requests are open!!

Masterlist Part 1 Hyung Line

Jisung:

“We’re sorry but the caller you have been trying to reach is not available please—“ you sigh as you press the end button. It had been 2 weeks and no word from Jisung, and while you were mad the first day or two the anger quickly dissipated and dissolve into the longing to fix things. But as things may have it he’s been avoiding you. Your calls go unanswered and your texts ignored. It broke your heart that the result of your previous argument would be this but you couldn’t seem to reach him. Your visits to the dorm have been less than fruitful and you can never find him at his studio. You’d think he’d all but disappeared if it weren’t for Chan, who’d messaged you the start of the second week to make sure you were okay. It was clear he was sent by Jisung to check on you and report back what you said; so with a heavy heart you began telling him about the pain you’ve been feeling whilst being left alone in a country you barely knew and a boyfriend who abandoned you. You explained with tears cascading down your cheeks, how you felt like moving back home to America since you felt like your relationship was over anyway. What you didn’t know was, instead of waiting for a progress report from Chan, Jisung sat watching over his shoulder as his leader messaged you. His heart sank at your confession prompting his legs to act before his body even knew what was happening. He ran.

He ran and ran until it felt like his lungs were going to give out but he continued to speed to your apartment. His fist pounding on the door rapidly, his voice boomed throughout your apartment as he pleaded with you to open the door. You take a heavy breath as you peel yourself off your couch and pull open the door. You stare at Jisung blankly as he takes in your tear-stained cheeks and red eyes. His breath hitches in his throat for a few seconds before he pulls you into his arms. “I’m sorry…d don't leave I'm sorry” he cries. “Please stay here… our relationship isn't over I'm sorry I'm such an ass” his sobbing left him a-quivering mess as he held onto you tightly. “Jisung let me go…” you sigh as you try to pull him off you “At least Come inside it's cold” you growl as you take a small step back allowing him entry. Without releasing you from his hold he sniffles “I couldn’t face you…t-that’s why I—but I never wanted to break up!” he exclaims. Your hands came between you trying to have the conversation face-to-face but Jisung had other plans as his grip grew tighter at your fight. “I’m an asshole, I’m a jerk, and I don’t deserve you. I hurt you then had the nerve to avoid you like you wouldn't want answers” he admits as he cries, you continue to struggle in his hold as you manage to turn away from him. His cheek brushed yours his arms still firmly around your waist “Jisung, if you know all this why are you here?” You argue, as you try to stop your heart from beating out of your chest. “Because I love you…” His words are just above a whisper, his lips brushed against your ear. He pressed himself against you deeper “and I can’t let you go…” you pout as you stare at the ground. “What you did that night was an accident…” you start “But you avoiding me and ignoring me for two weeks? That was deliberate…” your voice cracks “I wanted to fix things and you made me think you moved on—How could I?! How could I move on from you?” He cuts you off, finally releasing his grip on your waist to turn you to face him by your arm. Your face now in his hands “I’m sorry okay I’ll spend everyday making up for what I did but you can’t leave me…” He pouts “You left me!” You snap childishly crossing your arms across your chest “I hurt you!” He exclaimed “it was an accident! I JUST MISSED YOU AND ALL I WANTED WAS TO HEAR FROM YOU AND YOU JUST DISAPPEARED! I love you and you abandoned me!” You cry Jisung takes your face in his hands connecting his eyes with yours “I’d never abandon you. I was taking some space I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, it I hated myself for hurting you and I needed that time.” You nod frustratedly. While you were pissed that he disappeared, this level of communication was the entire basis of your relationship. As much as you hated it, Jisung was communicating and while you felt it was a little later than you had hoped. You could see this as the beginning of a more meaningful relationship between the two of you.

Felix:

“I’m at the point where I want to call the cops and tell them I have a stalker…” You growl as you stare at your ex, who sat in your section of the restaurant you had managed to get a job at. He stared up at you, a look of longing and sadness in his eyes as a pout sat on his lips. “Babe….” He whispers as he takes in your appearance “Can I get you anything else tonight sir?” You question prioritizing professionalism, pretending you didn’t know him. “No..” He stammers, you nod definitively and place an awkward smile on your lips “then I will be back with the check” you state as you turn to make your way back to the register, your movements are halted as you feel your wrist encased. You turn to face the culprit “Sir? Is there anything you need?” You ask professionally, taking deep steadying breaths. “I-I need to talk to you…” His voice cracks as he speaks “P-please…I can wait until you get off..just please talk to me” you finally look him in his eye. His appearance has you in shock, his adorably freckled cheeks stained with ghost trails of tears. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was a mess. He still looked absolutely angelic but you could tell depression had definitely hit him hard. Though you swore youd never speak to him again, he is still someone you love and it pains you to see him so hurt. You give a small sigh of defeat before nodding “I get off at 8, you’ll have 10 minutes and nothing more okay?” He nods almost excitedly, his eyes lit up at your agreement. He gives you a hopeful look as he releases your wrist “I’ll see you then..” he waves you off.

Why oh why did you have to tell him you’d talk to him? Now you were truly regretting your words, the rest of your shift was hectic and you were exhausted. When you exited the restaurant and saw him leaning against a car, hands in his pockets as he stared at the ground. You could tell even from your distance he was nervous, and scared about how this conversation would go. You trudged your way over to the man you had once grown excited to see every night. “Hey…” he calls sadly; taking in your demeanor “Is now still a good time to talk?” He questions as he notices the exhaustion on your face. You nod swiftly “it’s fine. It’s not like this will take too long” you comment offhandedly. Those words truly hit Felix deep in his chest like an arrow. ���C-can I bring you home then? I’d rather you be comfortable even if you don’t think this will take long” you stare at him for a moment before agreeing to his proposal, a small satisfied smile forms on Felix’s heart shaped lips. He quickly pulls the passenger door open gesturing for you to take a seat. You pull yourself into the car and stare at your ex crossing over to the drivers side. You notice how much weight he’d lost, his hair still messy as his face looked as if a fresh batch of tears painted his cheeks. The ride back to your place was awkward and silent, you weren’t sure what to do when Felix pulled into your driveway as he’d said nothing the whole way here. You sat in silence for a few minutes waiting for something, anything to be said.

When it had remained silent Felix looking at nothing but his lap you move to exit the car. Pulling on the handle you hear a slight click then the door doesn’t open. You stare back at Felix, his finger pressed firmly on the lock button. You were puzzled, he said he wanted to talk but didn’t say anything and now he doesn’t want you to leave. “W-wait…” He stammers in a panic “Sorry, I just—I don’t know what to say right now.” He confesses as he stares at his lap once again. Running his hand through his hair for what you can assume to be the millionth time “So what did you want to talk about then Felix?” You question stoically. He sighs “I hate how easy this is for you…” his voice cracks as he tries to meet your eyes “I know I royally fucked up—but you didn’t even give me a chance to fix it…” his hand reaches for yours “please…just give me a chance to fix this…” You stare at him quizzically, a look of disbelief on your face before you scoff at his audacity to blame you for his own actions. “I mean do you blame me?” You snap, your anger building in your gut. He stared at you puzzled “Wha—Do you even know what you did? WHY we’re no longer together?” You growl at him, his mouth hung open not knowing what to say. His eyes searching your face for some clue some hint as to why you didn’t want to talk to him anymore. Before he hung his head and shaking it ‘No’ “Of course you don’t you were absolutely fucking blasted.” You scoff shaking your head to yourself. “Does it matter if I remember what I did or not? I just want to fix this” He cries grabbing ahold of your hand. You stare at him sadly “yes Felix it matters, because what you did is unforgivable…” He shakes his head in denial “Don’t say that…” Tears well up in his eyes as his voice cracks and you try to stare anywhere but at him. “Y-you don’t mean that..you can’t, right? You’re just mad at me, right? Please tell me you’re just mad at me and I can fix this—y-yeah I can make things right again. We love each other we could work through this together right? I’m sorry if I hurt you or anything I did. Im sorry for not making time for you. I’m sorry if I got mad and scared you. Im sorry I’m so fucking sorry for all the mistakes I made and if I knew why you’d left me then id probably agree you’re doing the right thing. But I don’t know and I don’t know what to do…. all I remember is waking up one day and seeing all my stuff in the dorm and Chans girlfriend telling me how much an ass I was and that you never wanted to see me again. I tried calling—I tried everything to see you and fix us but you just disappeared on me I’m sorry okay I’m so fucking sorry.” He rambled his tears flowing down his cheeks as he held your hand tightly against his chest “Please tell me you still love me…just give me once chance I won’t ruin it I don’t care what I did in the past because it won’t be like that going forward I’m sorry I’m so sorry please” He cried placing his forehead on your connected hands as he sobbed.

Your heart ached at the sight, you knew Felix wasn’t the type of guy to continuously harass a woman nor was he the kind that would physically hurt you. Which is why you were surprised that night in the first place but seeing him here, with the same amount of guilt and regret he’d have if he’d remembered that night has you wavering. You could hear his gasps for breath as he struggled to keep himself calm. “Lix..I do still love you please calm down..” you soothe. Freeing one of your hands from his grasp, you rub small circles on his back. You hate how much this hurts, he’s the one that hurt you in the first place and here you were feeling guilty because you made this angelic ball of sunshine cry. “Lix please calm down” you plead as you stare at him the sobbing growing harder and harder his body completely trembling. Tears well up in your eyes “Please…I’m gonna cry if you don’t stop crying” you say your voice cracking as a tear strolls down your cheeks. The sound of your sniffles has him looking at you panicked “I’m sorry, I’ll calm down. I’m sorry” he whispers wiping your tears away. You stare at him, you missed him too. You missed the way he’d hold you when you were upset whispering soothing words and kissing your forehead every once in a while. Felix was your safe haven for so long, since your break up you hadn’t allowed yourself to feel the true pain of the whole situation. You’d thrown yourself into work to the point you’d come home and pass out the second you got to your bed so you didn’t have to think about the pain of losing Felix. But now that he sat infront of you all you wished for was to be in his arms once again. “Please just let me fix things…one chance that’s all I ask.” He stares at you with longing in his eyes. Your heart rests as you place a soft kiss on his cheek. “One chance…”

Seungmin:

The sound of the practice room door being slammed open has your manager cutting the music off as you and your group members jump in your positions for your latest choreography. “Hey!” The youngest exclaims. Her eyes growing wide when she notices who came storming in. You stood in shock as you saw Seungmin barreling into the room straight to SooHee, a scowl embedded on his face as SooHee stood up from her place on the couch she was sitting to ‘observe’ the choreography. She looks up at him and away from her phone, a bright smile on her lips “Hey!” She cheers not noticing the glare on his face. Seungmin aggressively snatches her phone from her hands and throws it harshly on the floor. You and your members stood in shock watching the sight as Soohee stares wide eyed at her phone then back at Seungmin. “Dude! What the hell did you do you do that for?!” She growls Seungmin places himself inches from her face “Keep fucking lying on what kind of relationship you and I have and me breaking your phone will be fucking minor” he growls. “And what are you doing sitting down while the rest of your members are practicing?!” Her eyes widen at his sudden scolding “Who risked their neck to fucking get you here?!” SooHee didn’t know what to say she stared at Seungmin bewildered “Y-you..” her voice is just above a whisper. “I wasted my fucking time! You’re an embarrassment! You’re fucking lazy do you think you can just get by using my name?! A NAME I WORKED MY ENTIRE FUCKING CHILDHOOD AND LIFE TO FUCKING BUILD!” You felt bad for the girl, while you do know Seungmin is doing what almost everyone has been telling him to do. You could tell he’s also blaming SooHee for the argument you both had yesterday. “Min…” you start. Your word goes ignored as the two begin arguing back and forth.

The pair are lost in their own world spewing venom at each other. your team not sure exactly what to do in this situation as Seungmin was saying something almost everyone wanted to say but you felt the second hand embarrassment for the girl. “Yah! Kim Seungmin!” You growl.

He whips his head toward you ready to chew off the head of the person who is interrupting his conversation, before he was met with your menacing glare. His anger quickly dissipating and he stares at the ground. “Who do you think you are to come in here and scold MY member?!” You growl. While you didn’t like SooHee, you were this groups leader and you’ll be damned if anyone but you scolded her. His eyes widened, knowing your level of protection toward your members was almost equivalent to his own leaders. “Y-Y/N I’m—no I don’t need to hear your apologies.” You cut him off before turning to Soohee “SooHee practice with Minji actually learn the steps this time. You” you point at Seungmin gesturing for him to follow you out the practice room. “Y/N I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have—Like I said I don’t care. Don’t come in and interrupt my practice sessions. When I told you to talk to your friend I meant outside of my practice hours where she can actually learn something. You came in there and fucking embarrassed her why?” He scratches the back of his neck looking at the ground “Jisung told me the him and Chan helped you guys record last night and that SooHee was giving me a bad name. Even to my own members she was saying she didn’t have to listen because she knew me. Then I just thought about how she kept causing problems for you and how you’d probably never want to see me again because of what I did because of her and I just—I lost it okay?!” He confesses. You stare at the boy a pout on your lips “Minnie I love you why wouldn’t I want to see you again? Tension was high we were both stressed we got into an argument but that’s all…” you confess. He stares at you with a small hopeful pout “Really? But SooHee—Lied? I knew she was lying Seungmin. You’d never cheat on me okay? I know that” you cut him off wrapping your arms around his neck “it’s been only one night and you just lost your mind without me huh?” You chuckle pressing yourself against his frame. His responds by wrapping his arms securely around your waist holding you in his arms as if he’d lose you if he let go. “That’s not funny, I don’t even like thinking for one second that you’re not my girl anymore let alone a full night” he whines. “You have quite the attitude but you’re such a softie” you tease petting his head gently. “Only for you baby. Don’t tell me to leave you alone again okay? I might truly lose my mind” He places soft kisses all over your face. “You’d never have to worry about anything like that, Min. You’re stuck with me” you smile taking his face in your hands pressing a kiss firmly on his lips “By the way, if you wouldn’t have embarrassed SooHee I’d have told you good job…” you smirk.

Jeongin:

“W-what are you doing?”

Your heart sunk when you heard the panicked tone of your ex boyfriends voice. You silently cursed to yourself as you had made sure to come on a day you knew he had practice. Choosing to ignore the boy you continue to make your way through the apartment toward the door with another box of your things. “Y-Y/N..You can’t be serious..I—I—how—please stop!” He cries as he struggles to find something to say. Ever since that night you had been staying at a hotel and for you to be coming to get your things must mean you had found a new permanent place to live and that absolutely scared him. How he wished he had controlled himself even just a little more, then he wouldn’t have fucked up so badly and you wouldn’t be packing up all the you he had left to cling onto. The idea that you would come back is now being ripped away from him and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. He rushed into your once shared bedroom seeing two more already filled boxes. He quickly begins pulling it open and unpacking everything as tears streamed down his face. “Jeongin stop what are you doing?” You ask stoically. He stares at you with tears in his eyes “You want time away from me and space?! That’s fine but you’re not leaving me!” He sobs.

You sigh tiredly “yes I a—No you’re not! Please! I know how badly I fucked up! I shouldn’t have said all that shit to you, I-I shouldn’t have hurt you but please I’ve been trying for weeks now to make it up to you. To just see you again, but if I didn’t come home early by chance then I would have come home and you would have been completely gone…? How is that fair!? I want to fix this I want to be with you, I love you and I’m sorry I’m so fucking sorry. I’m pathetic and insecure and disgusting for what I did. You were right to slap me I don’t blame you for it I’m a piece of shit and I deserve this okay? I know I deserve this but I don’t want it! I want to fight for you—I want you to know how much I love you and I would never do it again.” He cut you off as he began to rant. His tone is panicked and fear laced through it. He continued to pull your stuff out of the boxes. Your heart ached for the breaking boy in front of you. You slowly grab the other box and go to make your way to the door in Jeongin’s movements. Your halted as the box is ripped from your arms “No! You can’t!” He exclaims as he drops to his knees wrapping his arms around your waist. “Please…don’t leave” his breathing is growing heavier and heavier. You could tell he was on the the verge of a panic attack. Tears cascaded down his cheeks as he stared at you with wide pleading eyes.

“Jeongin..”

“Please, I’m sorry I’d never do anything like that again. You know me..you know that I’m not like that” he begs. “I thought that I knew you once but I don’t—don’t say that. You don’t mean that please tell me you don’t mean that..” he cut you off. His tone was heartbreaking, he sounded so unsure; about what to do, where to turn, how to fix this. He couldn’t figure out how to keep you with him. He wanted you to stay he’d chain himself to you if that’s what it took at this point. Anything to keep you from walking out that door and not coming back. “Yang Jeongin! This needs to st—I love you!” He cuts you off hesitantly “I love you so much and I’m so sorry but I can’t let you go. I need you to give me another chance even if it’s to talk. So I’m sorry, I love you and I won’t let you go. I’ll give anything to keep you with me so if you want to leave you’re going to have to kill me before I let you go” he state’s definitively. “You sound fucking crazy” you scoff crossing your arms over your chest. “You not being here with me drives me crazy” he states matter of factly. You roll your eyes at the boy. He damn sure was persistent. You could remember how terrified of him you were just a few weeks ago, but to see the same man ugly crying so disparagingly in the ground it made your heart waver. The eyes that once shot daggers at you are now pleading for you to connect with them. The lips that spewed venom in your direction were now begging for you to never leave and his hands that once gripped your hair and chin so harshly were gently caressing your waist holding you against him as he sobbed. You weren’t sure what you wanted to do, you weren’t sure where you could turn for answers.

You stare down at the fox like man, he pouted up at you. You could feel the tension around the room building. You placed your hands on his shoulders, taking a deep breath. Your breath feels shaky and your throat felt as if it was closing in on its self

“Please..” Jeongin whispers

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Daminette December 2023: 2-Framed

Bruce heard the door bell ring and looked at his watch.

'Right on time.'

He opened the door to see Commissioner James and Barbara Gordon. He had invited them over for Christmas Dinner. Out of the corner of his eye, Bruce spotted his granddaughter running towards them.

"We were framed!" Amaya shouted, "We were framed!"

Barbara began to laugh, "Did Jason teach you that?"

"No." Amaya answered, looking confused.

"I'll take a look in a moment." Bruce answered, guiding her away from the door.

She quickly ran away.

James Gordon chuckled, "Already teaching her to run away from the law, I see."

Bruce chuckled in response, "New family portrait was hung up today."

"Ah." James answered as he entered the manor.

Amaya ran through the kitchen.

"I was framed!" she shouted.

Jason picked her up, "That's right! Anyone who thinks otherwise, you tell me."

"The portrait." Bruce spoke.

Jason took note of the Gordon's in the doorway.

"That's what I meant." he replied.

Bruce just sighed.

Jason smiled, "Let's go see that frame, Kiddo."

Amaya ran past her grandfather and his guests. She quickly spotted another one of her uncles.

"I was framed!" she cried out to Dick.

"Jason!" he yelled out.

"The portrait, you Idiot!" Jason replied.

Amaya smiled, "Idiot!"

Dick smiled, "Good luck."

"Let's go see that frame." Jason stated, hoping to change the subject.

"I was framed!" Amaya cried out, again.

Jason made his way with Amaya towards the main parlor. The portrait was suppose to go over the fireplace mantle. Before they could enter the doorway, Marinette and Damian came down the stairs.

"Maman. Baba." Amaya shouted, "We were framed!"

"Oh!" Marinette spoke, "Is it up already?"

Amaya nodded, happily.

"Let's go see it, then." Damian commented.

Jason quickly took the opportunity to run out the front door. Damian looked on as his older brother ran.

'Why did he run? We're suppose to look at it as a family.'

"Yay!" his daughter shouted, " Let's go, Idiot!"

Damian turned to the door, but Marinette grabbed his arm.

"Later, Habibi." she smiled.

Damian smirked in return and picked up their daughter. When the three of them walked in, they found everyone else already there.

"Where's Jason?" Bruce questioned.

"Hiding." Damian stated.

"Why?" Barbara asked.

"Let's just say he taught Amaya a new word and decided to run before we found out, seconds later." Marinette answered.

Bruce sighed and began to reveal the painting, knowing Jason was still lurking around. He probably was outside looking in with a sniper scope he had in his leather jacket. He was just glad that Damian wasn't chasing after him, at the moment.

"I was framed!" Amaya shouted as the portrait revealed Bruce with his sons, Marinette and Amaya.

"Yes, you were." Damian spoke.

Marinette simply smiled at the painting of her family. 

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Hey hey hey! Im so glad that you're back I was wondering if you happen to know the anime welcome to demon school iruma kun! Very sweet and fluffy and some angst highly recommend ( and I really hope you know it because the fandom is small and I want to make request from you at another time)

And I have a request! Can we get cupcake valkerye reader? She is consider to be the youngest of the sisters ( but and adult) and is the most kindest but she's a bit of an air head and cant really tell the difference between the gods and humans.

The only thing she knows is to slap as hard as she possiblely can and run away screaming pervert at anyone who asks her to marry her.

She quickly runs to papa adam and tells him shile hiding behind mama eve scared of marrying some one she doesnt know.

Zeus and odin try to convince her to give one of their sons a chance but she can only cry saying that they were scary and running away again to her mama and papa

Hello, my darling, I unfortunately don’t know Welcome to Demon School, other than what the main character looks like so I won’t be able to write that one, but the cupcake one is no problem!

-You were the youngest of the Valkyries, not necessarily by age, as you were an adult, but you were the newest warrior to become a Valkyrie, so by default, you were the youngest Valkyrie.

-You were a complete and utter cupcake mixed with rainbows and sunshine- it was impossible for anyone to hate you or even be mean to you and if they did that was an invitation for an immediate ass beating by those who loved and cared about you.

-Many knew of you and knew of your beauty- you were one of the most highly sought after females in Valhalla and so many wanted to marry you and have you for your own.

-However, they also knew what an airhead you were- you had no idea who was a god and who was a human, being nice to anyone you came across, which many enjoyed, and they couldn’t help but laugh, seeing that you were such a ditz.

-However, despite your ditzy nature, you were still a Valkyrie, a battle maiden, so you knew how to fight, but you only ever fought if someone around you was being accosted or if you were hit on, as you hated hurting others.

-Adam- your adoptive father and Brunnhilde taught you- since you were an airhead, that if anyone ever asked you to marry them, to bitch slap them and run to one of them or Eve and they would handle it from there.

-Many complained to Adam and Brunnhilde about wanting to marry you, but due to their training and their threats, protecting you, they couldn’t get close to you without potentially upsetting you or getting slapped…. Or getting threatened by your big sisters and father figure.

-You greeted Zeus and Odin warmly when they approached you, you had learned that these two were both gods, and some of the most powerful ones and they both greeted you in return before Zeus spoke, “We have a question for you Y/N- have you ever thought about dating?”

-Before you could wind up for a slap, Odin spoke, getting your attention, “Not us! We just wanted to know what your thoughts were about dating.”

-You smiled warmly, filling them with a warm fluffy feeling, “I never really thought about it- Papa and my big sisters told me that all men are animals and they don’t deserve to marry me!”

-The two thanked you for your answer before seeking out Brunnhilde and Adam to demand they fix the problem they had created because Odin wanted you to marry Thor and Zeus wanted you to marry Hercules, Hermes, Ares, or Apollo.

-They were met with laughter, amused by their plight while Odin and Zeus didn’t find it very funny because their sons all really liked you.

-Before Adam could say anything there was a resounding SLAP sound coming from outside before you ran in and right into Brunnhilde’s arms before they saw Apollo twitching on the ground nearby, a red handprint on his face.

-You sniffled softly, looking up at Brunnhilde with teary eyes, “He asked me to marry him then wanted to see my panties!” Zeus, who was originally mad to see that you attacked his son, immediately forgave you as he nodded softly, something Adam saw as Adam stormed out to have a word with Apollo.

-Odin sighed softly, as this conversation wasn’t going to go anywhere, “She may want to marry one day, Brunnhilde, someone that she won’t slap when he asks her.” Brunnhilde just bowed her head, “And I understand this, Lord Odin, and I will support Y/N when that time comes, but for now, I will protect her from those who make demands of her.”

-Odin relented easier than Zeus did, who tried to whine and complain to Brunnhilde who immediately threw him out.

-She sighed softly, hugging you close as you sat together on the couch, “You haven’t found anyone that you don’t want to slap, have you?” you cupped your cheeks gently, turning from her with a shy blush which made her freeze in shock before she patted her head, “You’re strong- you’ll be able to handle whoever it is.”

-You beamed up at her, thanking her before thinking about the man who had caught your eye, wanting to keep it a secret a bit longer.

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hii i feel like john b doesn't get nearly enough fics and i <3 your writing so could i request a fic where he's having a rough day so he comes over and reader does her whole nighttime routine w him to help de-stress? 💗💗

ren's notes ! yes i totally agree, john b is so overhated for what

pairing. john b x fem!reader

warnings. literally nothing except fluff and ward being ward

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Today was not John B's day.

He woke up in a shitty mood and everything else just went along with that. He burnt his pancakes, he forgot to pay the water bill so he was stuck with cold water as a shower. He forgot to do laundry so he had to wear his dirty clothes. And the Camerons were being more asshole-ish than usual.

He just wanted to go home and eat, relaxing while watching a TV show. So why did Ward make him clean the yacht for the second time this week?

He texted you throughout working and you felt really bad. You wanted to do something that would cheer him up.

He heard a ding and pulled out his phone.

Y/N:) 💋☀️ oh, im sorry to hear that baby:/

Y/N:) 💋☀️ do u wanna come over and watch something?<3 maybe that'll help

Y/N:) 💋☀️ i love u jb:)

He smiled at your texts as he sent a quick text back, not wanting to hear another lecture about phones from Ward again.

JB 😎 No worries babe 😘💕 I love u too

JB 😎 That sounds like heaven 😫 Be there at 6 x

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Work couldn't have even sooner for John B. He was so excited to go see you; he's felt like it's been weeks even though in reality, it's only been maybe a day. Today just felt so long but he knew that one kiss from you, and all that stress would go away.

He pulled up to your house and quickly got out. He was prepared to spend the entire night with you, sleeping in your arms so that all his stress would melt away.

He knocked at the door and your mother answered, letting him know you had just got down with your shower and that you were upstairs. She also reminded John B to knock before going in.

As he was told, he knocked before going in.

"Mom, I'll be down in a minute, let me finish my skincare."

"It's not mom, It's John B."

You quickly jumped out of your chair and ran to the door, opening it and embracing John B. He smiled at your enthusiasm.

"Oh, John B. I missed you."

He leaned into you, sighing in content. "Me, too, baby. Me, too."

"I was just going to finish my skincare and we can go get some popcorn and eat, okay?"

"Um, actually. I think after the day I've had, I need a mask."

You smiled at your boyfriend. Your glad your skincare is rubbing off on him because you wanted him to relax (you also didn't want him to age badly). "Of course, baby! Just uh, go take a quick shower and we can get started!"

He didn't even have the energy to be offended at your underlining comment so he just nodded and went into your bathroom, closing the door.

As he showered, you got the candy and popcorn ready. He got out and he sighed in relaxation. He then looked at the bowl next to your bed to find his favorite candy. "Ooo."

He took a handful before you came in with a huge grin on your face. "Okay, we have either a peach collagen mask or a vitamin d matcha mask."

He laughed immaturely at the mention of D. "Vitamin D, of course."

You rolled your eyes playfully as you put down the other mask, opening the vitamin d sheet mask. "Did you wash your face?" You asked before putting it on.

"Yes."

"With my CeraVe cleanser?"

He nodded and sighed as if that was the most obvious thing in the world. But if you asked him that a few months ago, he would've asked who CeraVe was and what a cleanser is. You're glad you've taught him well.

You smiled at that, nodding. "Good."

You put on the mask and John B felt his muscles relaxing from your soft touch, and the gentleness of the sheet mask on his face. "This feels so nice. I can't remember a time when I didn't use masks."

"Mhm, I bet your skin feels the same."

He sighed contently as you fully adjusted the mask to his face. You walked away towards your mini-fridge to get a Jade roller. You went back to John B and started massaging his face with it.

"Wow, this feels nice. Is how the rich feel?" John B commented as you laughed.

You kept massaging for a few minutes before stopping, making John B groan. You rolled your eyes.

"My arms hurt, John B, I can't do this until it dries."

He sighed and nodded, "Okay fine."

John B then went to go sit on your bed and turn on the TV as you put your mask on. John B then went to the bedside table and grabbed the popcorn, eating it happily.

You smiled at your boyfriend. You're glad that he feels better now. You got into the bed too, taking some of the popcorn and eating it.

"Okay, babe. It's your pick, what're we watching?"

"21 Jump Street."

You sighed. "... Again?"

"Oh shush, I know you love staring at Channing Tatum."

You rolled your eyes playfully, knowing it was true.

[onlyangle1]

Stitching Him Up.

Hiya!! This is my first fic so bare with me- Also it's really short so sorry about that! when i was writing it i was expecting it to be longer than it was- Anyway I don't really know what else to say so...Enjoy!

P.S: Remember you can give requests whenever you want, im sure i will get round to them!

Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Summary: You are sitting in the academy with a nice book when five walks in obviously hurt, you help him get cleaned up and he confesses to you after thanking you for helping him

Warnings: blood, needles, injury, my writing

You were sitting in the living room of the academy, quietly reading a book when Five stumbled in, clutching his side. “Are you okay?” you asked, looking up at him with a concerned stare, squinting your eyes a little when he waved you off, hobbling over to you.

“I’m fine, what were you reading?” he asked. You knew there was something wrong, but you told yourself to leave it. If Five didn’t want you to know, then you weren’t going to pry, if he needed help he would come to you, you thought.

You looked at him wearily but answered his question none the less. “oh! its just this book ben was talking to me about, he said I would like it and let me borrow it! How nice is that?” you smile, holding out the book to Five.

Five took the book out of your hands, taking a look at both covers and flicking through the first few pages, nodding along to what you were saying. “Hm, that is nice of him.”, he said, thinking to himself and wincing as he sat down on the sofa opposite you clutching his side.

“Okay, are you hurt or something? I can tell there’s something wrong!”

“I’ll live, it’s fine.” he grunted, but you could see the pain etched on his face. You got up off the sofa and moved to his before you gently lifted up his shirt to see what was wrong. A nasty cut ran across his side, and you could tell it was deep. “I need to stitch this up,” you said, looking at it while softly running your fingers across his skin, getting a hiss from Five. “Sorry! Sorry, one sec’ I’ll get the first aid kit.” you said, standing up and walking into the kitchen to get the kit from under the sink.

When you get back to the sitting room, you find five with his head back against the sofa, clearly in pain. You wished he would tell you when he was hurt, but you knew he never would. It would hurt his ego. “you ready? This might hurt a little.” you, told him, with the reply of a nod yes.

You set to work, carefully cleaning and sterilizing the wound before threading a needle. Five hissed in pain as you started to stitch, but he didn’t complain. You worked quickly and efficiently, making sure to close the wound tight. “There,” you said, tying off the last knot. “All done.”

“Thanks,” Five said, breathing a little easier now that the wound was closed. “I don’t know what I would have done without you.”

You smiled at him, feeling a little warmth in your chest. Despite his gruff exterior, Five had a vulnerable side that only a select few were allowed to see. You were grateful to be one of those people. “Anytime,” you said, packing up the first aid kit. “Just don’t make a habit of getting hurt, okay?”

Five chuckled, wincing a little at the pain. “I’ll try not to,” he said, leaning back on the couch. “But you know how it is.”

You nodded, knowing all too well the dangers of their world. You had stopped the apocalypse three times now, and you were relieved to have a bit of a break for a while. But with each passing day, you were glad to have the Hargreeves by your side. And you were especially grateful for Five. He could be a dick sometimes, but he would always look out for you and his family.

“So, what happened? Not another apocalypse, I hope.” You joked before shaking your head and muttering “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” Five looked over at you as you packed away the first aid equipment. “I ran into a few men from the commission. Guess they had a sort of problem with me. Anyway, one of them had a knife i didn’t know about and cut me. I got them back for it though.” Five stated, sounding pretty proud of himself despite getting hurt in the process.

“Just..be carful, okay? I don’t know what I- we would do if something happened to you” you told him quickly correcting yourself hoping he wasn’t listening and didn’t catch it but oh of course he did, he always listened when you talked, it was like your the only person in the world and he just had to listen to you.

“i will.” he said. He seemed to be thinking of something before he finally spoke up. “I really care about you, you know. More than most people and I know it’s not just because of how much we’ve been through together, though that does help.” Five nodded along with himself almost like he was agreeing to what he was saying.

You look up at him, feeling yourself freeze as his eyes meet yours, feeling your heart start to race. Was he really saying what you think he was saying? What you had been wanting him to say for years now?

He took a deep breath, his hand reaching out to touch yours. “Well, what I’m trying to say is that I love you. That I’ve loved you for a long time, ever since we got partnered up together in the commission, but I was too afraid to tell you. And I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.”

You didn’t know what to say. You had always suspected that there was something more between you two, but to hear him say it out loud was almost too much to handle. “I love you too, Five,” you said, the words tumbling out of your mouth before you could stop them.

He smiled, a genuine smile that lit up his face. “Good,” he said, leaning in to kiss you. It was a soft, gentle kiss, full of all the love and tenderness that had been building between you two for so long.

As you broke apart, you knew that this was just the beginning. There would be more missions, more battles to fight, but you were ready for them all as long as you had Five by your side. Together, you were unstoppable. You always had been.

[rubbsiscrazy]

“Creator?” Prologue

Warnings: a bit obsessive archons, other than that none that I’m aware of

fandom: genshin x creator! Gn! reader

Note: Honestly did what I could I just began playing genshin so don’t know a couple of things, correct me if I’m wrong.

“Two thousand years ago, after the archon war ended,” the bard began his story, strumming his lyre as a background tune.

..

“My grace!” Barbatos shouted as they nearly tripped over a rock, grabbing their arm before doing so.

As Barbatos was grabbing their arm, they quickly pulled themselves backward to stand up straight, allowing Barbatos to pull his arm away.

“Ah sorry,” they apologized, scratching the back of their neck with a sheepish smile.

Smile was bright just like the flowers they made.

He said that it was okay, then as a beat passed, Radien and Morax came running from behind them like panting dogs.

“M-my grace!” They both were able to breathe out.

If you're wondering, the dearest creator and the three (musketeers) archons were in Mondstadt, the two wiser archons wanted to head back to their nations, but Barbatos and the creator wanted to stay in Mondstadt.

So, as normal people shall, they decided to play tag. Well, at least the creator wanted to.

So, as the creator ran ahead, Barbatos laughing right behind them as the other two attempted to catch up, the creator ended up looking behind to see where the archons were at, not noticing the small rock their foot was catching up on.

… and here we are

“Are you okay? We heard Barbatos yell out,” Morax dusted himself off then fixed his composure.

“Yes we’re okay,” The creator spoke out, a soft smile enhancing their features, making the archons soften.

“Glad to hear, but please do be more careful next time.” Radien said, scolding the creator, as the creator sheepishly smiled with both arms behind their back.

“Yes-yes, but can we please stay in Mondstadt?” Barbatos squeezed in before saying, “It’s safer here for our dearest creator! Better than Liyue or Inazuma.” He finished, crossing his arms looking the other direction with a scoff.

The other two gasped in offense, before starting a (war) argument.

“Well it’s not safe if the weakest archon rules over it!” Raiden crossed her arms looking annoyed at Barbatos.

“Well don’t you look foolish right now because I don’t rule over Mondstadt, in fact no one does. Ever heard of ‘Mondstadt the city of freedom?’ ” Barbatos shot back with a grin.

“I think Liyue is the best option if we are talking about protection. After all, we do have a wide range of guards and people do have a better chance of wanting to protect our creator than to hurt them.” Morax spoke, nodding at his words.

“Well people wanting to protect the creator doesn’t count, since practically everyone in Tevyat wants to protect them, but so do we, so let’s stay in Mondstadt!” Barbatos pouted.

“Now now, let’s not fight, yeah? I’ll stay in Mondstadt for a couple of days before I leave.” The creator spoke up, cutting off the argument.

So kind, like the scarlet foxes to their pups.

“B-but we want you to stay in one of our nations before you go back to Celestia!” Raiden stammered out.

“Hm..” The creator hummed in thought, stroking their chin, as the archons stared at them intently, waiting for an answer.

After a couple of beats, “How about I go to every nation before I leave? After that, Im willing to go to Celestia.” Creator offered with a sheepish shrug.

“Mondstadt first!” Barbatos shot his hand up with a wide grin.

“Fine but only for a couple of nights.” Morax agreed, nodding his head.

..

“And that is how the creator of Tevyat began to go throughout all of the three archon nations before visiting other areas she created, promising to return back to Celestia to rest.” The bard finished, strumming all strings of his lyre.

“Unfortunately, for the archons, they lost them along the way, taming to believe they went back to Celestia, but they hadn’t come back, as they said they would.” The bard ended his story with an eyeless expression because he knew he lied to the crowd about what happened to the creator but the crowd didn’t notice and then clapped, whistling, and cheered at the new story he had shared.

“Is the creator going to come back these days?” A blonde girl asked, looking up from the crowd attempting to meet his gaze but the sun behind him would make her narrow her eyes instead. It was especially hard since the bard was standing on the rim of the fountain.

The bard looked at her for a couple of seconds, as if to find a suitable response. Then, he looked at the sun behind him, watching it set, only letting his smile show, “When the time comes, they will awaken from her sleep and we will see them once again.” He said in a softer tone than before, then met her gaze.

At his response, the crowd cheered at the same time the sun had set, lighting an orange hue over Mondstadt. He continued to look at the girl who had hope enhance her features, finishing with a smile.

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Sorry if it’s bad, tell me what I did wrong

Be safe.

[mizu-kie]

Itoshi Sae x fem reader.

Tags : Angst, one sided love, Rape(Not by him), Ending.

Warning read at your own risk! Its not in detail but still.

unedited part 1 check out for part2 for sae's pov

"Prepare for dinner by seven at the same place. "Your boyfriend then proceeded to march out of your shared room, and you smile at him as he waves good bye."

"Take care." You instantly check your wardrobe for anything to wear. You found a box, and you instantly smiled when you remembered it was a dress he gave you on your first date.

You're finally using it.

You stared to imagine his reaction after all, you haven't seen him smile since you met him, and he's also always away. It's hard to be in a long distance relationship, but you're glad it worked out.

You check the time; there are still four hours left. You need to prepare yourself; you know Sae hates it when someone's late. You tried calling Sae's number multiple times, but he's not answering. You catch a glimpse inside the restaurant; it's the same restaurant you both like and the one he asks you for a date at.

Earlier at home, you tried calling him; you thought he would pick you up, but it was getting late, so you decided to come here by yourself.

After hours passed and you were getting furious, some staff came out and asked you multiple times if you had any reservations or how they could help you, and you answered them. "I'm fine." Or ". "Just waiting for someone." A group of men suddenly approaches you.

"We've been eyeing you for 30 minutes now, so how long are you going to stand there?" One of them asks They keep approaching at you, which makes you scared and run. You thought you lost them, but they suddenly appear in one alley. This time you tried to dial Sae's number while running, and you screamed when one of the men grabbed your hair.

You woke up in the hospital full of bruises, tears fell from your eyes, and you jumped out of the bed but collapsed after feeling the pain between your thighs.

A nurse opens the door with a basket of fruits and rushes to you. "Ma'am, please stay in bed." She guided you to your bed and gave you a cup of water. She placed the basket on the table besides you.

"A tall man gave me this; he seems in a rush so he leaves instantly." She said while fixing the blanket to cover you.

She also told you that those men were arrested with a possession of drugs they'll serve prison for a long time that gave up relief.

Days later, you're finally home. Your boyfriend never showed up or texted you after that, and the feeling of solitude surprisingly comforts you now that you think of it.

Sae never shows emotions towards you; there was a time that you felt like he lost interest in loving you. "Or probably he never loved you." You said it to yourself. You thought he was tired after practicing and sometimes didn't bother to reply to you, but at least you knew he was fine and doing great if he only read your reply.

At the hospital You know it's him; the feeling of betrayal and disappointment you never felt for him before has come to your senses. For the last time, you dialed Sae's number, hoping that he would answer it, but he failed.

To:Sae

When i met you two years ago when we visited and stayed in Madrid for six months,i went to a soccer match with my cousin who truly loves soccer (he really forced me to watch) but i didn't regret it because i met you there,your so good that i instantly have a crush on you, my cousin is a friend of one of your teammates and often invites your team that's how we officially met i know you don't have an interest with me that why i never really bother you that much but when we are leaving you ran towards me and ask me to be your girlfriend which made my heart jump in joy,after that we went into long distance which is hard but i understand before me your obsessed playing soccer, i cant just show to your life and stops or bother you with your dream, please don't give up being the best player cause im giving up this relationship, im sorry to bother you these years,im saying that i enjoy being with you and i love you i still do —im just giving up, those having crush on you turns into crushing me into pieces ,i know i deserves someone better . This will be the last time we'll be talking to each other. I love you; take care. My final good-bye.

To be continued... Sae's pov

[catnipaddictt]

From eden

wc: 1.8k

series masterlist ⭑ co-creator @memoiich

Obi wan woke up on his couch, Boga snuggled into his side. He looked towards the loud ringing noise that was coming from his kitchen counter. He remembered the last time his phone had rung, hopefully this time they could talk. He moved carefully away from his spot next to Boga, she moved away to curl in the other direction .

Now that Obi Wan was standing, he ran towards the kitchen in hopes of catching his brother. He picked up without looking at the phone number. 

“…” he didn't take note of what she was saying, all he heard was her voice. She sounded nicer than last time they spoke. Satine had done the unimaginable to him and yet when they fought, he begged her to stay. He remembered the venom in her eyes as she told him he wasn't good enough. His biggest fear had been confirmed .

And yet, he held no animosity towards her, he knew that he wasn’t.

“Obi wan“ he snapped out of it. “Sorry Satine, I am slightly out of it” he tried to keep his voice steady “its early in the morning“ he finished with a nervous laugh. “I simply wanted to warn you, it might not be my place but …that new secretary, she was on a date with Maul at Mandalore” Satine spoke as if she had all the answers to life .

 Obi wan didn't know what to say, he did like y/n but they weren’t dating, Maker, they hadn’t even spoken outside of work. Also why did Satine care? She hadn’t contacted him in a year, only to call him to meddle in his sort of love life. He also already knew that they went on a date, a WORK date.  

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Satine” he bit back “unless of course…” he didn’t finish his sentence. He could have ended with a quip about her and maul or something like “are you jealous?” But his mind wasn’t made up when he got to the end of his sentence. He also didn’t know what to think. “it was a work date, they are working together on this project for Dathomir “ 

“A work date at Mandalore?” Satine questioned sharply “A work date without any papers and mood lighting? Of course Obi wan, how could it be a date?" Satine spits out. It wasn't the first rodeo for the salesman, he had been the 'negotiator' for years. But when it came to Satine, they fought as lions.

 “Why do you care satine, we aren’t friends, we don’t even talk anymore“ he knew it wasn’t the smartest move. “I made one mistake, obi wan, you need to let go, i'm warning you now" she yelled back through the phone “That one mistake ruined almost 6 years, you just want to erase your guilt “ he caught himself raising his voice and stopped, breathing deeply and stated

“Satine, I don't want to do this anymore, ' he heard her voice hitch in her throat. “you can’t call me out of the blue just to force me to make decisions on things that don’t concern you” raged came from the other side of the phone “They were holding hands the entire time, he walked her back to her car. That wasn’t a work date that was a date. Are you going to just let it happen again obi wan?” She shouted at him .

All the work he had put in to rebuild his self confidence and image, crumbled before his eyes. “Satine, I don’t want to talk to you anymore, I need to leave in an hour. Im hanging up” and yet he let her answer.

“I-i understand that this isn't what you wanted to hear but i had to tell you, even if you don’t believe me, i never wanted to hurt you or see you be hurt” Satine said sincerely. “I will let you make your own mistakes” and with that she hung up.

And for the second time in 24 hours, he was left in his living room. Feeling even more stupid as before. And just like last time, the tears started to fall down his cheeks. But he got ready and left for work.

You were feeling well, ecstatic, when you woke up the day after your ‘date’ with Maul. You were glad things were working out for you at your new job, even if Maul was a bit harsh. ‘Personality’ is what you told yourself as you kicked the blankets off your legs and pushed yourself upwards. The cold air hit your body like a sledgehammer, and you stumbled into the bathroom to take a hot shower before work. You had actually gotten up on time today, and for the first time in your life you were looking forward to work. Maybe you could talk to Obi Wan about you and Maul’s new project, he might have a good idea on how to get it started. 

After your shower, you slip on your work shirt and prepare yourself a piece of toast and a warm drink. The weather was getting colder and colder each day, and it didn’t help that this town got colder than your old home. You really should go out and buy some blankets and maybe a jacket or two - you added that to your mental to do list.

After your breakfast you put on your shoes before locking your apartment up and walking down the stairs to your stand-in car. Getting in and starting the engine you make your morning commute to the Paperforce building. Once you arrive after only one close call on the road, you hop out of your car and lock it before making your way to the entrance to the building. Suddenly you get the overwhelming feeling that your hand feels lighter than usual. Shit. You forgot your entire bag. Luckily your holo is in your pocket, and keys still hanging around your index finger.

Making your way inside the building still feeling embarrassed that you forgot your bag, you run into Obi wan and Qui gon. Qui gon smiles brightly at you and Obi Wan makes a sort of grimace? Weird. Entering the office complex, you make your way over to your desk only to find your new horned friend sitting at your chair. “Hello” he states, stopping his light swirling from side to side, “This is the first time you have been on time” he continues. You scowl playfully before holding up your empty hands “I forgot my bag though”. He looks as if he is about to smile but doesn’t. Secretly under that hard character he puts on, you know there is a decent guy. He shakes his head before motioning to the paper that had appeared on your desk.

“Just a few ideas” he says “the basics.” You pick up the paper with Mauls neat but somehow still messy handwriting. After a few moments of reading you nod. “I like this, if we ask for this much and give this in return we should all make profit, it's a win win” you say to him. You were impressed by his plan, it made sense while still allowing for a bit of wriggle room.

“I thought you would, you seem sensible” He replies with a wink before standing up and turning away to go back to his desk. He stops a few feet away and turns back around, “Spare work holos are in the room down the hall, 3rd door to the left”. And with that he is gone. You smile before going to look in the room he said, and yes, finding a box of spares. You could get used to this.

Birds chirped outside loudly as Palpatine sat at his office desk, flipping through a document and filling something unknown on his holo. One of the few useful things that brought him joy was methodical tasks. He was a man who enjoyed a strict regime, although he wasn't one to deny the thrill of randomness. Scratching the back of his head in thought, he takes a break to stare out the window of his office. From it he can see the yard of MustaCar as well as the few workers tinkering away.

These days, Palpatine strayed from the hands-on work, opting to do more admin than anything else. As he aged he had gotten less fine tuned in his craft. His back was hopeless from decades of bending over to look into engines, and his eyes were lacking their previous skill. However he was determined to continue his work at the garage. At least for now.

He watched as his best mechanic, Anakin Skywalker, fiddled with something on his personal project. Due to the time and effort the young man had put in over the years, he allowed him to use the garage’s resources to fix up that rust-bucket. He knew deep down that Anakin had the skill to bring it back to its former glory.

The older man surveyed the rest of his staff, less skilled, but still very capable. Compared to Anakin at least. The boy was Palpatine’s greatest accomplishment. He taught him everything he knew, turning him into the man he is today. However he would still be replaceable if it came down to that.

Moving back over to his desk, Palpatine sat down returning to the paperwork that lined his desk. He didn't actually have to do this all by himself, but he enjoyed knowing exactly what was happening when it came to his business.

MustaCar was his first great project. He started up the shop as a young man after people in the area suggested he started a mechanics business. They were already getting him to fix their cars, and know he had a source a stable income. For close to 40 years, MustaCar had been the most well received and rated garage in the city, but all good things must come to a end. 

Now other businesses such as Sith Auto Dominion had grown and grown until they overtook his tiny little shop. And slowly but surely, they were getting less profit every single year. His worker's salaries were getting smaller and smaller each fortnight, he should feel bad, but he couldn't bring himself to. He had another project after all.

Right on time, his holo starts ringing and he picks it up. “Punctual as ever” he speaks clearly and with confidence. The call goes on for quite some time. Statistics and other pieces of data are thrown around, and he scribbles important notes down on a bit of scrap paper. 

Once the call ends he gathers up his notes and stashes them in his briefcase to look over later. Now he has a new plan of attack. One that heavily relies on the help of one man alone. Anakin Skywalker.

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Girl you know I gotta ask for writing for my boy Connor (loml) and a daughter of Athena 🤞🤞 I really don’t mind whether it’s headcanons or a blurb or a fic just whatever you feel like writing babes I trust you’ll do him justice 🫶🫶

Love you and I am officially fully caught up on all your writing 💪💪

⋆⭒˚.⋆ connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs

content: connor stoll x daughter of athena! reader hcs warning: language author's note: i hated starting this one for some reason but guys!!! so fun!!! i love, so cutesy. AND CONNOR MY BOY HAS RETURNED also glad to see you are FINALLY all caught up smh, can't believe you missed one of my leo fics frfr everyone point and laugh at her in the comments (jk jk public humiliation is not allowed...mostly)

connor was in desperate need of a tutor

he wasn't sure he could take junior year english...again

the athena cabin was the obvious solution but not many of them were too fond of connor at the moment

okay, so yes, he had hidden tiny fake spiders in their cabin that took months to find all 250 of them, but it was just a harmless little prank!!

but, with quite a lot of bribing of snacks he could sneak into camp, connor finally won one of them over

you were a sucker for twinkies, okay??

you were put on the 'traitor of the month' wall within cabin six, along side percy who was asleep the last time a real spider was in cabin six so he was unavailable to kill it

at least the picture was cute

and the boy in which you risked your reputation for was even cuter

though, terrible at english

the worst part was that he was truly trying his best

which just happened to be a 'd+'

so you felt bad, more often than not just giving him the answer, though thoroughly explaining why it was the correct answer

connor was more than grateful for you, one you boosted his grades and two you were quickly becoming the girl of his dreams

and you were quickly losing interest in the twinkies, sticking around for connor and all his corny jokes

"did you hear about jay gatsby’s new car? It was a real hit with the ladies," connor mused, clearly proud of himself, leaning over his homework to be closer to you

you didn't even raised your eyes, flipping a page of your book

"connor, i know you did not read that book. do you even get the joke?"

"yes!! he's...hot, right?? like, leonardo dicaprio plays him in the movie so-"

"no, con, he hit a lady with his car. get it?"

"WHAT THE FUC-"

connor then stole your copy of the great gatsby and read it, determined to understand the joke

and then, one day, while you were walking to lunch, you heard yells of your name

"Y/N! Y/N! Y/N! SMARTIE PANTS, CMERE!" connor yelled as he ran up to you, huffing and puffing as he bent over, out of breath, in front of you

you went to open your mouth but connor held his hand up, taking a few more deep breaths before pulling himself upright

then he presented you with his paper that the two of you had been slaving away over

and proudly put in the top right corner in read was a 'b+' and a little 'good job!' under it

"omg, a b?!" you hissed out, brows furrowing

"I KNOW ISN'T THAT STELLAR?? best grade i've ever gotten and-...are you- are you mad?-"

"that was totally an 'a' paper, are you kidding me?? i did not use the word 'quintessence' to get a 'b'!" the daughter of athena raged and connor couldn't help but laugh, setting a comforting hand on her heaving shoulders

"y/n-"

"IM GOING TO WRITE A VERY ANGRY EMAIL ABOUT THIS!"

"okay, you do that."

post angry email, you sought connor out, this time with a warm smile.

"come to terms with my 'b'?" he asked with a wide smile as you sat down beside him with a roll of your eyes

"i'll allow it," you joked, bumping your shoulder with his before handing over what you had been hiding behind your back.

it was a little fake diploma and graduation cap on a headband, the little diploma reading 'y/n's tutoring school'

he laughed, setting the headband into his hair, turning for the girl's approval, which he got in laughs

"...does this mean we're done with tutoring?" connor asked after the laughter died down, his smile slowly slipping away

and panic filled the girl's heart as she came to the same realization

then, her ever brilliant mind too over, thank the gods

"what? no, you've still got tutoring college. and then, tutoring grad school. and, maybe, if you're lucky, tutoring internship. you think you're getting rid of me, stoll?"

"gods, i hope not."

[yanderu-deredere]

THE SLASHER COUPLE IS SO GOOD 😍

Pretty please, if you feel like writing some for them, would love to read more about Emm tying Casimir to the autopsy table… or maybe them tying their darling to it 🤭

a/n: thank you so so much for the awesome ask! heehee, i've been wanting to write about this since i offhandedly mentioned it and im so glad there's someone else that wants to hear abt it too!

i decided to write for darling instead of cas becos i felt like there wasn't enough major yandere vibes on this blog so have this alternate ending to. will i ever write the canon ending? mayhaps

you can read this as a stand alone but it will refer to some stuff from the original series here! but! this is an alternate ending to that original series. i still have plans for how i want that to end heehee

warning: gender neutral reader but mentions of cock going into an entrance, major yandere vibes, non-con to dub-con, mentions of semi-descriptive gore, bondage? definitely bondage LOL, emm wears strap-on and it's referred to as her cock

word count: ill add this later cus im on mobile

emm fiala ★ casimir fiala

You should've known something was wrong the moment the couple had treated you with such kindness, such sweetness.

It had been too good to be true and you were the fool that fell for it.

"Now, darl', you need'ta understand--"

"I don't need to understand anything." You snapped at her, body tense and ready to run as she faced you like one would face a feral animal "Where are my friends?"

"Your friends? You mean those people that demeaned you and talked behind your back?" Casimir scoffed from beside Emm, his face both mocking and angry.

You had no clever retort to that but, still, you answered, your eyes darting from them to the door "I at least know that they wouldn't leave me here."

"You are definitely right about that, my love." Casimir sneered and it made you both flushed and nervous

You tried to put the puzzle pieces together. You couldn't find your friends or their things but the tire hadn't been fixed yet and you knew that they'd never leave you behind.

If they wouldn't leave you behind, what did that mean?

"You did something to them." The words left your mouth the exact moment the thought entered your brain.

From the way Emm's expressions shifted, you knew you were right.

You needed to get out of here.

Without hesitating, you ran for the door, legs fast and anxious thoughts even faster. It almost felt like you could hear your heart beating in your ears.

You managed to grab the door knob and open the door but, before you could slip out, someone slammed the door in front of you.

You cursed just as someone's arms wrapped around your torso.

You heard Casimir click his tongue and you looked up to see him shaking his head at you, his palm pressed against the door "Naughty, naughty. We can't have you doing that, now can we?"

Emm, on the other hand, sounded less haughty and more desperate "Please, please, darl', you gotta understand--"

"Oh, I understand alright!" You started struggling earnestly, kicking your feet and trying your best to pry Emm's arms away from you "I understand that this was a mistake!"

Emm's arms only seemed to tighten around you even more "Don' say that."

You wanted to spite her so you said it louder "This was a mistake!"

Casimir grabbed your face before you could say anything further, his fingers digging into your cheeks as he turned you to face him "You have a mouth on you, don't you, my love?"

Then, he glanced at Emm, knowing expression on his face "Perhaps we should teach our darling a little lesson, hmm?"

"You so do love teaching lessons, don't you, my wife?"

Emm didn't even answer; she just flipped you over, carrying you over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes, like you didn't even weigh a single ounce.

It had been sexy last night and you'd be lying to yourself if you said it wasn't sexy now but, instead of your heart fluttering, you felt like your stomach was tying itself in knots.

"Let me go!" You beat on Emm's back, kicking your legs in an attempt to maybe hit the side of her face. She held on fast, her grip on you not even faltering for a second.

"You'll like this, my love, I'm sure of it." Casimir followed the two of you, a certain skip in his step "I certainly do."

Just as he said that, Emm walked into a doorway and you frantically looked around, confused where the three of you were headed.

You tried to think. You were able to see out the door just as Casimir closed it and you guessed that this was the door under the stairs. Wasn't that a closet? Apparently not.

Your nose suddenly stung with the smell of chemical cleaner--bleach?--and the lights seemed dimmer than outside. Casimir saw your frantic glancing and simply threw you a smirk.

Before you could open your mouth to ask where you were, you were slammed onto something cold and hard. You could feel the icy surface even through your clothes.

You sat up in an attempt to get away. Just as you did, you managed to catch a glimpse of what was right next to you.

Your brain fizzled and your throat seized. You were caught between a gag and a dry heave. Immediately, you stopped struggling. Hell, not just you. It felt like the entire world stopped.

Your mind seemed to only swim with thought after thought, none of them lingering long enough for you to really dwell on it.

"Cas, I tol' ya' to clean up after y'rself." Emm grabbed your wrists and you couldn't find it in yourself to snatch them back.

Casimir simply shrugged and went somewhere else. Emm was so close to you, locking your wrists into something soft and furry, that you couldn't track where he went.

"Lay down, darl'." She placed her hand on your chest and pushed you down. You followed, eyes still glued on the still figure next to you.

It was Bran. You knew it was him but you weren't sure.

His face was gored beyond recognition. Blood caked around his mouth and his eyes had been carved out. Very clumsily, you mentally noted. As if that mattered. There was so much viscera and splatters everywhere.

Was this what they had planned for you?

You started to struggle again as Emm started buckling your legs down. The straps didn't hurt your wrists at all, unlike how they formed red bleeding welts on Bran's wrists.

"Please, I don't-- I uhm-- oh god--" Tears sprang to your eyes as you tried to kick your legs "I'm sorry-- I'm sorry-- please, don't--"

Despite your fussing, Emm finished buckling you in. "Shhh, don' worry, we won't do nothin' to you that you won't like, hmmm?"

You heard the sound of a cloth or something being waved and then spread out next to you.

You glanced over and Bran had been covered with some medical blanket of some sort. You couldn't help but recognize it from the various medical dramas you've watched. It was what they put over dead bodies.

The gravity of the situation seemed to weigh more and more heavily over you.

The two people you'd fucked only last night, the two people you'd thought you could've had a future with, were going to murder you.

As soon as Casimir finished laying out the cloth over Bran's dead body, he came over to you, scissors in hand. They were odd scissors that looked bent but on purpose. Without saying much else, he started scissoring through your clothes.

"Cas." You whimpered, fear still wracking your body as you tugged and pulled at your restraints.

Casimir didn't even try to look sympathetic. In fact, he looked like he was enjoying the situation a bit too much.

He pressed a kiss against your temple as he pulled the scraps of your clothes off of your now naked body "Why don't you listen to Emm, huh? We won't do anything that'll hurt our little darling."

Just as Casimir mentioned Emm, your eyes darted to her, frantic to find some sort of sympathy or even some weakness you could take advantage of.

Instead, you were met with the image of Emm, her shirt suddenly gone but that lacy bra you'd seen before still on. She was tightening something around her waist, rather sober expression on her face.

You glanced lower down and your entire face flushed searing hot.

She was tightening a harness on and hanging from it was the most intimidating plastic cock you'd ever seen.

Casimir followed your gaze and snickered, breath brushing against your ear "You know, I only get that when I've been especially bad."

The unprompted insight into the couple's sex life only made you even more flustered. Casimir laughed rather meanly at that too before straightening, his job of getting rid of your clothes completely done.

"When did we get these anyway?" Casimir's fingers ghosted over the inside of your arm before nudging against the cuffs that wrapped around your wrists.

"I made 'em myself." Emm got on top of the medical table in one smooth motion, "Didn' wanna hurt our darling's wrists."

Casimir snuck a finger underneath, wiggling it around "Huh, fur-lined and everything. She already loves you more than me."

"Can't say I feel any differently but it still stings." He added jokingly, pressing another kiss against your temple, hand wrapping around your wrist while the other cupped your chin and made you look at him "See? We'll take perfect care if you here."

You honestly didn't know what to say to that. Though it did make your heart flutter, you knew how fucked up your situation was. These two killed your friends.

And you were especially aware of how fucked up it was that you were really turned on.

Emm took your silence for acceptance. At least, that's how it seemed from how the corners of her lips tilted up into a small smile. Though your legs were cuffed, she pulled your thighs up and wrapped them around her waist.

As she did, her plastic cock thumped against your torso, the tip practically reaching your belly button. And it was thick too, heavy against your skin.

Before you could protest or at least beg for mercy, Casimir pressed his lips against yours, bringing your attention back to him.

The kiss was messy, searing, with his tongue slipping in and pressing against yours, his teeth clashing against your lips.

It made your eyes flutter close as you returned the kiss. You fell into it easily, like it was natural to kiss him like that, like there was nothing else that would feel good.

Then, just as suddenly as the kiss started, you felt something wet and cold dribble against your entrance. Your legs jerked, trying to get away from the sensation.

You couldn't get away, though. You were trapped; not just between the couple but also in the cuffs they'd put you in. All you could do was lay there and take whatever they gave you.

Just like last night but even worse.

And give it to you they did. Emm slicked her fingers up and pushed two of them in at once. Her fingers were already pretty thick so having two of them, scissoring inside of you, pressing against your walls, felt like too much.

Your hips jerked and your brain swam. You didn't know whether you were pulling away from her or pushing your hips down to take more of her fingers.

Casimir, on the other hand, kept kissing you, his breath ragged and his grip on your wrist tightening more and more. His free hand traveled to your neck, wrapping around but not choking you.

You didn't know what it was but the gentle caress of it, firm but not too firm, his fingers pressing against the skin above your beating veins, made your heart flutter even more.

"Gonna prep you up to take me, baby." Emm muttered as she pushed in another finger, her hips rutting and the rubber of her cock rubbing against your skin.

"Gonna show you exactly how we'll be taking care of ya' fr'm now on."

[flwersgarden]

that dirty feeling.

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pairings : yandere!austin!elvis presley x female reader.

summary : what happens when elvis wakes up and finds out you ran away? no problem though, he likes a good cat and mouse game now and then.

includes : yandere themes (obsessive behavior, delusional thoughts, harassment, stalking, forced kissing and touching, gaslighting), slight description of murder.

author's note : i just realized a bunch of elvis songs are giving yandere vibes and this one in particular has been stuck in my mind for a week now and this just created itself if im honest :p

remember!! i don’t condone this type of behavior in real life, this is purely fictional. pls let me know if warnings need to be updated or added.

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elvis feels the sun hitting his face, making him grumble and turn around, hugging your body as it was intended. but the way his arm fell to the cushions made his mood worse.

“ damn it. ” he whispered.

blinking he tried to see where were you. he could feel how cold it felt which made him frown.

he turned slightly to the left, the clock marking 09:20.

“ baby? ” he whispered, still his harsh morning voice in his tone.

with a yawn he sat up, stretching his limbs before the sight of the shared closet caught his eyes.

where were your clothes?

“ baby?! ” he screamed, clumsily getting up, almost tripping, walking out of the room. “ darling! ” he continued to call for you, the silence that answered back made his mind go blank. where were you? why aren't you answering back? are you surprising him? are you playing a prank on him? because it's not funny.

“ y/n, i'm serious. ”

he was about to scream again but the sight of a note in the floor caught his attention. he crouched, picking the piece of paper up.

there was a phone number written in, what seemed to be, a hurry.

“ hello? ”

“ who am i speaking to? ” elvis immediately asked.

the other line went silence. “ you called, sir. ”

“ just trying to put it in the contacts list. ”

“ oh. ” they laughed. “ it's the memphis international airport. ”

the phone fell from elvis' hand.

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you could finally breathe, taking off your sunglasses but leaving the scarf on your head; you didn't want any stupid question right now.

yes, you were leaving your husband. your forced-to-be husband.

just the thought of elvis presley made you gag.

“ everything alright, ma'am? ”

you turned, chuckling. “ can i have a bottle of water? ” you asked, touching your throat with a polite smile. which was returned.

“ of course. ” she gave you what you asked, nodding before asking the same thing to the person in front of you.

you were glad you chose this time to 'travel', the plane was almost empty and no one would've like to travel to london at this cold times.

the ring in your finger just made you more sick.

you've been married to elvis presley for a long time. before he even got famous.

you met him through your mother's relationship with his and when his mother died, the only thing you could do was be there to support him. the grief also got you as she was also a big person in your life and the way she left, so soon, hurt.

but elvis saw it differently. he saw it as you being there for him, only for him. comforting him with small kisses in his head and soft touches in his face, telling him how proud his momma will be if he keeps going. and in that moment, when you two locked eyes, he knew he'd keep going with you.

and since then, elvis decided you were his. his to love. his to use. his to own.

you didn't liked him that way, you saw him as a big brother, he was your best friend. but he stop being that the moment he got on one knee and proposed to you in front of your father, who adores him, and your mother, who loves him. how could you even think about saying no to the adorable memphis boy who recently lost his mother and the only good thing left was you? would you be so cruel to leave him alone?

so, you accepted.

but that was when you were naive and stupid, wanting to be likable to your parents who never looked at you before elvis proposed.

that's why you're running away from that delusional man.

for the first time in years, you close your eyes with peace and joy. knowing whatever elvis was doing right now would never work to get you. a small smile appears in your face. oh, you could jump from joy.

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elvis struts to the airport, some friends behind him. he ignores the surprised looks of the people around him, his only focus being you.

“ hello, how can we help-? ”

“ what was the last flight to leave? ” elvis harshly asks to the employee who only clears his throat.

“ um, i can not say that. ”

“ why not. ”

“ privacy policy, s-. ” before the employee could even get a chance to explain, elvis had him on the counter. his hand grabbed his tie and his face crashed against the cold metal.

“ MY WIFE IS IN ONE OF THOSE FLIGHTS SO YOU BETTER TELL ME OR I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL RIP YOUR THROAT! ”

everyone stands surprised, even his friends look amazed. the employee only shakes, afraid at the sudden aggressive behavior.

“ LONDON! ” he screams as elvis tries to take a swing at him when he got him up, elvis freezes in time.

“ right now? ”

“ YES! ” he sobs. “ that's the only flight that left. ”

elvis pushes the employee off, grabbing one of the men accompanying him by his jacket to whisper in his air.

“ book a flight to london, 'm calling the colonel. ”

the boy only nods, in fear of what elvis could do if he dared ti say no, taking off to the next counter to do as it was ordered.

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you arrive to the hotel, smiling to the receptionist as she gives you the key to your room, now walking to your room with a slight heavy suitcase.

you plop to the bed, closing your eyes, the fresh air from the window hitting your face just right. ah, freedom, how much you missed it.

a smile appears in your face as you think in what things you can do now that he is out of your life. you can go swimming, you can paint, practice some piano or guitar, so many things!

whole you're enjoying your little 'vacation', elvis is on a plane to london, his jaw clenched as his fingers brush his lips.

“ i just don't understand, such a lovely gal. ” vernon mutters, sighing with disappointment. as if his son didn't practically kidnapped you.

“ i know, daddy, she's just-. ”

elvis sighs.

“ she needs a lil' more time, 'das it. ” elvis looks at his feet, noticing how his knee is bouncing and bouncing with nervousness... and excitement.

he knows you don't love him. yet. but damn, is he trying to be a good husband for you and look what you do. look what you made him turn into.

“ she married you! she has to know her priorities, she can't take no vacation- mostly knowing how you're doing, son. ”

elvis just nods, he can bare to tell his father that his wife doesn't love him, that he is obsessed with her- so obsessed that he made her marry him just so no one could have her.

“ she is trying, trust me. she is just new to everything, like me. ” elvis defends you, knowing that what vernon is accusing you is false. “ believe me, the only reason why i'm going after her is because i love her too much to just let her go for one mistake. ”

vernon nods. “ your mama would've been proud, son. ”

elvis doubts that.

for the first time in his life, he made a choice without thinking what his mother would think when he forced you to marry him.

his mother knew about you.

“ mama, she loves me, i-i swear she does. i'm not stalking her, i'm protecting her! ” elvis puts his hand on his forehead as this discussion started to drain his energy.

“ elvis, listen to me, that girl is a good girl- don't you dare turn her into the dark hand! ” elvis' mother, gladys, screams as she walks out of the living room, her back to elvis.

“ 'M NOT! ” he screams, with a stomp on the ground; like a child, his arms flaring.

his mother hits the table. then, she turns.

“ what's gotten into you!? ” she asks with a sad tone. “ leave that girl alone! you think i don't know what you write about her- what you think about her?! ”

elvis opens and closes his mouth like a fish in the water.

“ you read those letters? ” he asks with a trembling voice.

his mother just looks at him before walking, slowly, to him; like someone would approach a dangerous animal, putting his hands on his cheeks.

“ elvis. ” she whispers. “ that girl is not good for you. she makes you wanna do bad things. ” she almost sobs as the next words caught in her throat.

“ you're thinking of killing people for her. ”

“ huh? ” elvis suddenly asks, turning to his side to see his father looking at the window.

“ we're almost there. ”

his sad face turns into a happy one as he turns to the window next to him, the city lights of london appears before them.

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“ ticket? ”

you smile, giving what they asked for. they just give a nod, clearly tired of the job, moving onto the next one.

you enter the theater, amazed at its fancy decorations and vintage look, smiling with amazement. you were locked in that gold cage for so long you didn't even remember how much you liked the theater.

you watch the movie with a smile on your face.

“ hey. ”

you turn to your right, blinking a few times.

“ hi. ” you say with a tight smile. forgetting how difficult it was to socialize, even before elvis trapped you.

the guy smiled, clearing his throat. “ i'm sorry if i'm straightforward but you are the most gorgeous girl i've seen around here. ”

you look at the movie playing, james dean leaning in a motorcycle looks back at you.

“ sorry, i-. ”

“ no. ” you say as you turn to look at him again, this time your smile feels more authentic. “ no, i'm just not very... good at taking compliments. ”

the guy smiles. “ i'm calvin. friends call me cal. ” he extends his hand for you to take.

you do as you give him your name.

he smiles.

and for the first time you feel quite happy.

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you return to the hotel you're staying at with calvin following behind, telling you a story while you laugh.

he tells you he moved here because of his brother needing help to renew his house and since calvin is the only architect he knows, he had to come here.

“ and you? ” he suddenly asks while you reach for your keys in your purse. you turn, confused. “ what's your story? ”

you're silent for a while before smiling a bit, taking the keys. “ i don't have one... ” you put the correct key in your door handle. “ guess i just wanted to escape. ”

he nods. “ yeah. i think everyone felt that. ”

you scoff before nodding, opening the door and entering your room; closing the room after he entered.

you don't know what you're doing. inviting a guy the first moment you met him?

it's just that you're eager to socialize. to know someone outside the presley cage. is that a crime?

“ you okay? ” calvin's voice breaks your anxiety.

you turn to him, smiling, realizing you've been standing on the same spot for minutes while he is a bit far from you, standing in your living room.

“ yeah! sorry, just.... i spaced out a bit. ”

calvin and you laugh, not expecting what was going to happen next.

as you walk towards him, you feel calvin grabbing your waist. for some reason, the both of you immediately feel the tension in the room and act on your animal instincts.

he kisses you, soft, after a pause on which you nod in consent as you reciprocate the kiss; your hands on his arms.

still fully clothed you both walk to the couch. calvin sits on one side and you sit beside him, lips still together.

just as you feel the need to smile between the kiss, two knocks startle you.

the kiss is broken and with it your peace too.

calvin frowns from beside you. “ you expecting someone? ”

“ god no. ” you whisper.

your eyes dart from the handle of the door to the ground, the shadow of two feet can be seen from the hallway light.

your eyes widen, feeling like you can't breathe.

you can recognize the shadow. that's how terrified he made you. it's the only thing you could see beside the big house elvis trapped you in.

you feel like your lungs fill with so much air you could explode.

“ 'ello? ” someone behind the door calls. “ jus' wanna ask a question. ”

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elvis walks through the hotel hallway, knocking on doors and asking if someone has seen you. describing you with shaking hands and messy hair.

with every 'no' he get, the more frustrated he turned.

“ daddy, let's get outta here. this is not the hotel-. ”

“ come on, son, let's try for a few more rooms. we can't leave her here- did you smell the pot on the room we just knocked? lord knows what she could be going through... jesus. ” vernon mutters the last name, shaking his head to avoid bad thoughts of situations you could be going through.

elvis makes himself swear that the room he was standing in front of was going to be the last room to knock.

two knocks.

nothing.

elvis frowns, he was sure he heard some sounds from the room. beside, a small light could be seen.

he says something, in hope of someone hearing him.

“ i am just looking for my wife. ” he says a bit louder.

then, he hears it.

a gasp.

it's faint, small and... cute. it reminds him, of... of.

you.

“ y/n? ” he asks, shaking the handle the minute he grabs it.

in that moment, he hears footsteps walking to the other side of the room which makes him angrier.

why are you running away? he is fucking saving you.

wait.

elvis puts his ear closer to the door.

... there are four footsteps.

“ y/n! ” he screams while hitting the door with his fist, his father telling his friends to help him break the door.

“ she in danger?! ” vernon asks in fear.

“ she's gonna be if she doesn't open this fucking door! ”️️ ️️️️️️️️️elvis screams as he bumps the door with his body, his friends kicking the door to bust it open.

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meanwhile, you open the window of the main room and take your head out, gasping at the sight of small cars beneath you.

“ what the fuck. ” calvin whispers in fear behind you, you turn to look at him and the sight of his body trembling makes you want to cry.

“ calvin, listen to me. ” you grab his shoulders as you stand next to him. he looks at you and everything around you just fades away. the knocks, the kicking to the door, his sobs. “ you need to leave. you can hide here but he'll trash everything to find you. you need to leave right. now. ”

calvin's bottom lip trembles. “ we- we're on the fifth floor, y/n. ” he sobs again, you close your eyes for a second before opening the again.

“ it's that or him. ”

you know this is fucked. you know calvin could die if he tries to leave through the window, the balcony is small and cheap; it could break.

but he doesn't hesitate as he climbs through the window. and just as you're about to help him, four arms hold your body.

“ NO! NO! HE-. ” one hand shuts you up.

“ don't make him more angry. ” you recognize red's voice.

you can't help but cry, fat, wet and hot tears flow through your cheeks.

elvis stands in front of you and you have to hold yourself from snarling like a rabid dog.

“ hi baby. ” he whispers, caressing your cheek not caring a bit on how you try to avoid his disgusting touch. “ i missed you. ”

he then turns and you sob harder.

calvin is being held by jerry and another of elvis' friends. he is shaking like a leaf.

“ now. who the fuck do you think you are to steal my baby from me? ” elvis asks to the shaking boy, must be the same age as you, younger than elvis.

you try to shout a 'it wasn't him, it was me!' but red's hand is still in your mouth.

“ p-... please-. ”

“ SHUT THE FUCK UP! ”

you whine and close your eyes. elvis notices this and jerry swears the way his eyes changed from fury to love was diabolical.

“ aw, baby, sorry, 'm sorry. ” he whispers, putting on a baby voice, grabbing your cheeks with his hands as he kisses your forehead. “ you shouldn't see this. ”

you sob as you close your eyes so you could at least avoid looking at his lovesick eyes. his stupid blue eyes. the ones you once thought were the prettiest around.

“ take her to the car. ” he harshly says and you open your eyes.

your muffled cries for elvis to leave calvin alone are drowned by red's strong hand. you don't bite. you just sob.

you can't think of anything but sorrow. god knows what elvis will do to the boy.

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with the help of some of elvis' friends and red they take you downstairs, people that pass by just ignore.

they look like at you and do nothing.

fucking cowards.

“ okay, lollipop. ” red mutters, using elvis' nickname for you as someone opens the car. “ no screaming unless you want elvis to spank you. ”

they laugh behind you as red pushes you to the car, leaving you alone inside.

you sob, trying to even your breathing but you just can't. you feel like water is on your lungs, your nose hurts from how much sniffing you did; as if you were doing cocaine or something. god, it even hurts to sit.

after a while, you do so. hissing as you notice small drops of blood in your knee.

fucking red, he always hurts you.

you touch the bruise in your hand and just as you're about to cry again a sound from outside the car startles you. it sounded like if someone threw a bag of cement to the ground.

screams sound around you.

gasp from people.

cries from children.

you shake as you turn your head to the side. and as you catch the sight of a bloodied body, you scream and crawl to the other side of the car seat. grabbing the leather with strong hands, as you bump your head to the window.

oh my god.

oh my god. what the fuc

what is going on

god help help help help what

the car door opens and you scream as you turn.

elvis smiles at you.

“ hey babydoll. ” he enters the car and you just look at him paralyzed, sitting next to him.

you don't even flinch at his hands grabbing you and putting you on his lap.

“ you hungry? ” he asks with a small smile, his chin on your shoulder as he looks at you like you just hung the moon and stars. “ lord knows i am. ” he sighs as he looks to the front, shaking his head. “ did a lot of workout today. ”