#it's not that i trust them but it was just so ? uncalled for ?

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

sometimes I think about The Last and want to scream

[rurninates]

i talked about this a tiny bit on twitter but the mario kart video on smii7y's main channel had a racist joke that has probably burst the bubble for me.

look, i understand that that group has a dark humour type thing. a lot of the bits are dark and i truly don't mind it most of the time! but this time it just wasn't funny.

the joke went like this (from the top of my head i don't want to watch it again):

tokyo blur being chosen as a map for the race. and then soup saying something like tokyo blur insert joke here and other people in the lobby being like say the joke/what's the joke

and soup elaborating and saying soemthing ti the effect of if my eyes were like that everything would be a tokyo blur

and like i didn't get it at first ? people in the lobby laughed but i didn't get it.

until smii7y says oh you know soup pulled his eyes back for that one

and it clicked tht i really just. i don't know. it wasn't funny. it was just racist. that was just a racist comment.

[tojipie]

I love your prison bf toji series so much!! Also, in the newest installment of the series Toji says that Shiu has had a crush on the reader for a while? I’d love to see how this crush developed, how Toji found out and how Shiu dealt with his feelings!!

ughhhhgghgg i love this prompt so much :(( bless your heart you’re a genius <3

prison bf toji series linked here <3

context ! -> fic takes place very early on in reader and toji’s relationship. this is pre-prison and at a point where he hasn’t introduced him to his men yet :D hopefully this makes sense !

content: fem reader, brief piv smut, mentions of incarceration, objectification of reader by stranger, fluff, they make up dw ! jealousy, angst, unrequited love

purple hickeys bloom across your chest as toji makes his way from shoulder to shoulder, pinching bouts of delicate skin between his teeth while length ruts into you.

the drag of his cock is delicious, hitting that special spot at just the right angle from the way he has you laid out on the couch, both legs thrown over his shoulder with your head propped up on a cushion.

toji was always like this after securing a deal at work, soft, sensual, taking his time with your body as an act of celebration. half-empty glasses of champagne still lie on the coffee table where you’d left them, leaving rings of cool sweat on the glass surface.

“gonna cum,” he groans, pulling away from your neck with a pop and blowing cool air against the saliva-soaked hickey. you squirm at the stimulation, throwing your head back as your high creeps up on you t— was that a key in the door?

toji pulls out of you with unmatched speed, reaching for a couch cushion to shield his manhood. he rucks a throw blanket over your body with a string of curses, using his massive build to hide the silhouette of your body from view. 

“what’d i tell you about waltzing into my fucking house?” your boyfriend yells, staring down the suit-clad stranger with a look that screams blood-lust.

the smile that breaks out on the man’s face is nothing short of filthy, eyeing you up and down like a piece of meat

“awww didya get us a hooker boss-man?” he sneers, cigarette hanging from his lips. “could’ve waited till i showed up to start but i’m down for whatever.” he laughs, gingerly placing a pristine briefcase on the coffee table before taking your discarded bottle of champagne as a parting gift.

“don’t have too much fun, alright?” he teases, stepping out the door as quickly as he’d come in.

the two of you are speechless for several minutes, looking back and forth between each other, the door he didn’t even bother to close, and the mystery briefcase you’re not sure you want to see opened. 

toji sits up with a string of curses, stalking over to kick the door shut with a sigh. 

“that’s.. shiu,” he mumbles, clearly embarrassed. 

you sit up from your spot on the couch, letting the blanket guarding your modesty slip down to your waist. toji settles down on the opposite side of the couch, arms outstretched to let you climb onto his naked form. 

“handles money,” he clarifies, tracing abstract shapes onto your spine. “my cut from today is in the case.”

“do you trust him?” 

he nods, resting his head in the crook of your neck with a sigh.

you figure that’s all you need to know.

˚ ✧ ──────────────────────

the apology shiu gives you the next time you meet goes on for ten minutes. variations of “fuck i didn’t know” and “i’m so so sorry i really am” spill from his lips while he bows at your feet, forehead firmly pressed to the wood floor of your dining room.

toji sits at the head of the table, shoveling bites of dinner into his mouth in between heart laughs.

“mmf— tell her again i don’t think she heard ya.”

the truth is you’d kind of forgotten about your boyfriend's right hand after the incident was over. was the hooker comment uncalled for? sure, but judging by the saturated fear in the suit-clad man’s eyes you figure toji had done something to set him straight.

plus you’d both gone two more rounds after the initial embarrassment had died down, making up for the little roadblock on your path to an orgasm. 

“it’s okay, promise,” you say quietly, not entirely sure what to say at this point. the suit-clad man stands again, bowing to both of you with a sigh. 

“now give her our little present,” toji says, stalking over with his arms crossed. 

a sealed bottle of champagne— the same kind he’d so graciously swiped from your home— is placed in the palm of your hands before you’re able to question either of them. 

you shoot the other man a greatful smile, and shiu realizes he quite likes the feeling of your soft hand shaking his.

˚ ✧ ──────────────────────

toji’s annual new year party was a sight to behold. alcohol, dancers, and booming music was the typical atmosphere, though the event had taken a complete turn once you’d entered the picture. 

gone were the days of loose dollar bills and stray panties littering the floor, the smell of sex and smoke in the air.

in were the days of… a modest bar and fancy catering, much to his men’s dismay.

toji didn’t quite know how to throw a party that could be deemed “professional” but he figured not having strippers at the house might’ve been a step in the right direction. some of the guys even brought their wives this time, fun right?

and so, toji sits toward the back of the room, watching you socialize with a drink in hand, his best friend beside him. 

tension hangs in the air as both men watch you from afar. one with pride, the other with longing.

“do you want her?”

“… what?”

toji doesn’t elaborate on the cryptic question, peering at his friend over the rim of his glass.

shiu pauses, downing the rest of his drink as he thinks of what to say. a warm hand settles on the meat of his shoulder, letting him know it’s ok.

“yeah man, i do,” he admits, too ashamed to look up from the floor.

greed. the word that’d graced toji’s knuckles since the day he turned 19. black ink needled into a canvas of tan skin, bleeding into the rest of the tattoos like water flowing upstream. 

it fit him perfectly. it did then, and it does now. toji always gets what he wants, regardless of how other people feel. a man overcome by what he believes he deserves. 

the hug he’s pulled into isn't filled with malice. the threat of violence isn’t there, unlike the time toji had taken him by the collar and threatened to gut him like a fish over the comments shiu had made the first time he met you. 

this hug is.. soft. inviting. an embrace that tells him “it’s okay, i trust you.” the fact that toji hasn’t bashed his nose into his skull is a telltale sign that there’s no fault in feeling the way he does, so long as he doesn’t act on it.

shiu truly doesn’t know what to say other than yes, he does want you. he wants you to be the one he comes home to each night, he wants your soft skin on his, wants to spoil you and make you smile.

you were kind, attentive, shy at times. the complete opposite of toji and his brutish demeanor. a flower cradled in the hand of a dragon.

but you weren’t his, and you never would be. not when toji had been the one to sweep you off your feet, securing a place for himself in your heart that shiu could never fill. 

and that was ok. he was here for his job, not you. shiu was fine with you being oblivious to his feelings, in fact, it was better that way for the three of you.

that’s exactly why he breaks away from the hug as you pad over to their table, shooting you both an apologetic smile before heading over to the bar. as long as he’d still be able to catch a glimpse of you every now and then, he’d live. 

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[palajae]

say you’re mine.

PAIRING... skater!niki x skater!reader | GENRE… figure skating! au, romance, angst, fluff, unconditional love.? | WC... 0.6k | “i want you to stay with me and never look back.”

it had been a few days since you last saw him.

you told your coach you weren’t feeling well and asked for some days off. she let you, albeit reluctantly and not without a scolding. 

you were sure your coach knew there was something up, but she decided to let the two of you figure it all out. 

four days felt like four weeks. it felt like it had been forever since you had seen niki or been on the ice. 

without telling anyone, you snuck into the rink late at night. just because you had dumb teenager problems didn’t mean you had to sacrifice your love for the sport. 

but what you didn’t expect was to hear someone come in as you were tying your laces. the closing of the door echoed loudly throughout the rink. 

you didn’t even have to see to know who it was. 

you don’t say anything as you stretch, nor as you hear him make his way over to you. 

“y/n,” niki calls out. 

you look up reluctantly. he stands over you, hair ruffled and one earbud in. when you don’t say anything, he reaches out a hand.

you take it as he easily pulls you up. 

“i’m sorry.. what i said was uncalled for, and uh, w-we broke up.”

“oh.” you feel numb now. silence fills the air as you just stand there. 

“that’s it?” he frowns. 

you sigh, looking away. “what do you want me to say? that i didn’t mean to ruin your relationship? that i didn’t mean to mess up our entire-“

niki grips your wrist, tight. 

“i want you to say that you want me. i want you to stay with me and never look back.” 

you turn completely so your back is to him. so he can’t see the raw sadness written across your face. 

your head hangs low. “you know that i don’t want you. you already know that i need you.” 

he wraps his arms around you, head falling into the crook of your neck. 

“y/n,” he breathes, “you never even gave me the chance to love you. every kiss, every hug, everything i did was with pure love for you. i know we said from the start we could never date since it would affect our skating partnership, but i did everything with what i feel for you. i still do.” 

he turns you around to look you in the eye and your heart cracks a little. 

“you know it—you can feel it too,” he says with a little too much desperation. 

you clutch onto his arms, searching in his dark orbs for answers. 

“niki, i’m terrified. we have so much ahead of us and i don’t want anything getting in the way of that, including us. i don’t wanna get too ahead of myself and mess it all up. for us, our coaches, our families. we can’t do that to any of them.” 

he presses his forehead to yours and you feel your eyes close. 

“you don’t trust us? you don’t think we can make it?” he whispers and you shiver. 

“i… i don’t know.” 

niki pulls back to step onto the ice, turning to face you while waiting. 

and just like every other time, you follow him, placing a hand into his. 

“what do we do now?” you stare up at him, heart pounding. 

“i’m not sure,” he admits lowly, squeezing your hand in his. all he does is lead you around on the ice, as he had done millions of times before. 

it was a familiar sensation, having been drilled into you, yet this time it felt different.

it felt too easy being in his arms. 

your partner niki had been with you through thick and thin—through all the blood, sweat, and tears. you had always been there for each other. 

now, even with the future full of unknowns, you rest easy in the fact that at least,

you’ll always have nishimura riki. 

a/n ▸ heh i’m sorry ab the ending skdnendn- anyways, hope you liked this miniseries as a (very very late) thank you for 1.7k 🥰❤️

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[acotarxreader]

Shadow and Flame pt 2

Azriel X Reader

Warnings: Angst, mentions of burns

A/N: thank you for making me feel so welcomed into this realm of fanfiction. Requests are also open. I'm writing part 3 as we speak.

Part One

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A month had passed since that encounter, wreaking havoc on Azriels mind. Feyre redrew you once Lucien bolted away, the drawing now rarely separated from Azriels pocket. Lucien had dodged the Inner Circle for the majority of the month, only giving audiences to the High Lord and Lady in strict confidence and on the condition that they wouldn't mention his outburst.

Lucien left such a meeting in River House late one evening, balancing a tall stack of notes as he strode down the pathway. A scarred hand met the side of the papers dead on, sending them fluttering all over the garden.

“Azriel! For fuck sake, uncalled for!” Lucien stooped to gather the papers that laid in arms reach, Azriels boot landing square on top of a stack. 

“Who is she Lucien?”

“I don't know what you're talking about” he batted the boot back, gathering what he could and snapping a finger at the rest, all of them stacking themselves neatly at his feet again.

“Yes you do” Azriel seethed, kicking the stacked papers back again.

“Seriously Azriel, these are confidential!”

“Just like that female it would seem” Lucien sighed in reply to him

“I just…it's just not important who she is, trust m-” Azriels loud clear laugh cut across him. 

“Lucien please don't make such ridiculous statements, I have no trust in you” Azriels tone switched almost eerily to cold again. Lucien thought to himself that statement was precisely why he wouldn't tell him who you were. They had no trust. 

“You do not want to spend time on this female, she will never be yours or anyone's, I -”

“Ah so a failed courting with another Fae is the source of your silence?” Lucien glared at Azriel as if to explode his mind with his one russet eye. 

“Rich coming from you Shadowsinger” Azriel couldn't help himself, he shoved Lucien back where he stood for his comments before catching hold of his jacket and hauling him forward to him again. 

“Who is she?” He gritted out between his teeth.

“She's not Elain and that's what still matters to you deep down” Azriel dropped Lucien's collar in almost shock at his boldness, a smugness grew across Lucien's face. 

“Now if you'll excuse me Shadowsinger, I have to pay someone a visit” he snapped his fingers once again, the papers folding in on one another into a neat cube, easily fit inside his jacket pocket.

“So not only do you know who she is, you know where she is” heat radiated from Azriel.

“Information for those who trust me it seems” Lucien left with a wide grin, enjoying the upper hand on the Illyrian, winnowing out before he could be caught again by him. 

***************

You lounged across the deep amber sofa of your study, a book of maps weighing heavy on your lap. Your eyes landed on a blank northern territory you knew to be Valeris, a small smile growing on your face as you traced it with your finger. 

“Y/N!” Your body almost vibrated as Luciens voice echoed through the door. You were mentally cursing yourself as you rushed to tidy your books.

“Yes Luc” you batted your eyelashes at him after opening the door of the study allowing him in.

“Don't Luc me! Care to tell me where you've been?” he slammed the door behind him.

“I don't care to tell you that at all” you slowly sank back into the sofa, his russet eye cutting into you. 

“Y/N, I know where you've been and that you were seen”

“A minor inconvenience” 

“The Shadowsinger is not a minor inconvenience, he's infatuated with you”

“He is?” You feigned school girl excitement at the idea of it even though deep down you didn't believe all of the acting was fake. Lucien paced in front of you almost frantically.

“Luc, you worry yourself grey, I have no intention of being seen again”

“Good, I forbid it”

“You forbid it?” You raised an eyebrow, a hand going to your hip as you stood again.

“Yes, you are not to go to Velaris, you are not to be around the Night Court or its members and you are to stay here in Autumn where you don't cause me headaches” he dug deep into his temple trying to calm his energy back to earth. 

“Careful, you're beginning to sound like Father” he huffed out at this, throwing himself down on the sofa, eyes landing on the vast maps before him. Stars littered across the topography, all indications of where you had visited. He buried the sad smile growing on his face, the places you had gone that you never thought you'd see, the freedom his sacrifices had afforded you. 

“And hide these, Father will have you married off to the next fool he sees if he sees these travels” you scoffed, rolling the map up and sending it away in controlled flames. 

“He'll have me married off soon regardless of these, I might as well get it over with now”

“Nonsense YN, he is preoccupied with our wonderful siblings coming for his throat. I will keep you from that as long as I can” your face softened, you knew he didn't believe his own words so how could you. 

The only daughter of the Court of Autumn, a hushed away kept secret to everyone but those who lived and worked in the manor, a pawn for later use. A secret weapon as your father referred to you. 

“Eris will free me when he is High Lord, he has sworn, he is just waiting for the correct moment he tells me….as I rot here” you sighed, moving to the window of the study, the colours of Autumn painting the scene in front of you. 

“I will be the one to save you-”

“YOU HAVE LEFT ME! TWICE! I do not trust your words, they only have sway in your precious Spring and Night Court” you whipped around to your brother, closing the distance once again as he stood in reaction, your small flames dancing around your feet ready to bite. 

“YN-”

“No, go now, run along to your freedom while I steal away moments in flame. You've issued your ultimatum, run along Emissary” you said it like the swear it was to you. Enough you had had enough, vanishing into flame leaving your brother to his own thoughts once again. 

*****

Azriel sat atop a mountain's rocky ground, looking down at Valeris, taking a deep drink from his canteen, instantly refilling itself again with cold water. His eyes sinking in on themselves, world-weary from his hunt for you. He expanded past Valeris and deep into the Night Court and beyond with no avail. He had begun to believe it was all an illusion. The chill of the growing night encapsulated him as he struck a match off the bottom of his shoe and threw it into some dried wood of a long forgotten fire pit. He had come here so often before with his brother's before their mates entered the scene. Night after night under the stars talking and fighting and messing around, a time lost to his youth now. A chill ran through his wings as he turned his back to the fire, splaying them to bask in the heat as he deeply exhaled releasing weeks of stress from his lungs. 

“Nice wings bat boy” Azriel leapt up to his feet with eye watering speed, his wings once again safely tucked in as he span in warrior stance to the voice behind him. You put your hands up in truce giving a small laugh at the sight of him, trying to not let your breath hitch at the pure beauty of him in flame light. 

“You”

“Me” you smiled at his wide eyes. 

“How did you get here, why are you here?” 

“Always the questions with you Shadowsinger, I heard you're infatuated with me, wanted to make your evening and as for how I got here, I don't feel like divulging that just yet to you” you smiled. His eyes fixated on you, as if afraid to blink because you'd disappear. You didn't know this is where you would land when you jumped into flame earlier. You just wanted somewhere safe. Your brother's words had sent your blood boiling. 

You stalked around the fire pit, watching the flames leap up to meet your ankles, wishing to feel at home with you as you gave an empathetic smile to them. You kicked in some more kindling gently and it burst as if in thanks to you. 

“I am not infatuated with you” Azriel spoke slowly and unsure of himself, a strange feeling for him. He watched you move back again from the fire pit as if to turn and go again.

“Okay then maybe Ill just g-”

“No!” He cut across too eager and mentally cursed himself out for showing his cards. You gave a small laugh to him, your eyes dipping to the fire and back to find him gone from the spot.

“You're not the only one that can move with ease” he came suddenly next to you with a grin, startling you slightly. 

“Ah yes your famous moves, known all over” your heart fluttered slightly at his close proximity, widening his grin. Maybe this was a mistake, ever so slight panic rising in you.

“Don't go, you have that look in your eye again” his words caught you off guard, was he in your head? You didn't think that a power he possessed. 

“I go where I please” 

“So it seems” his face glowed in the flame, almost beckoning you in closer to him. Mere inches from touching, Azriels skin felt alight with fire. Who were you? Why wouldn't you tell him? 

“Tell me your name” 

“I already told you that I'd have to kill you then”

“Then so be it” his scared hand caught hold of your wrist, sending alarm bells through you mind. Go go go they screamed. You glanced quickly at the flame, Azriel again seemingly reading your mind, mapping your movement. He grabbed the canteen on his hip and doused the fire out, it's hissing like screaming in your ears. You jolted back from him in almost anger. You were trapped on this mountain with the infamous Shadowsinger, revered for his ruthlessness and yet you felt as though he wouldn't hurt you as you were both plunged into darkness of the woods.

“Now, tell me your name and I'll relight it” 

“Fine, I'm tiring of this game, it's Y-”

“YN!!!” Your head whipped around in the direction of pure male rage coming from the woods behind you. Any and all ounce of ease drained along with the colour in your face. You looked at the doused fire for any semblance of remaining flame to find it snuffed out. Azriel couldn't hide his alarm and disgust at the way the male said such a beautiful name in such a disgusting way.

“Go Azriel quick!”

“No!” You shoved him back at his protest, the shouting males voice growing in volume at the closing in proximity.

“Who is that!?” He watched the fear in your copper eyes come to life before you reached for his hand, pulling him down deep into the woods. He dug his heels deep into the softened moss stopping you dead in your tracks.

“I do not run from confrontation Y….YN” you loved the way your name sounded from him, soft and delicate, almost loved, almost giving new meaning to your name. 

“Please Azriel, he'll kill me if he finds me here, especially with you” 

“No one will harm you while you're with me-”

“It's when I'm not with you that he'll hurt me” you couldnt hide the tremble in your voice, Azriels eyes softened, the shouting of your name echoing through the woods filling the space. 

“Come with me” Lucien winnowed from seemingly nowhere alongside the two of you giving you both a fright, annoyance and haste written across his face. You instinctively dropped Azriels hand, he instantly missed you there, he replaced your hand with Truth Teller, angled at Lucien.

“She goes no where without me” he bit.

“We don't have time for this Azriel. Come YN, I felt your terror-”

“How?” Azriel cut across him, fears raising, had they a bond? Had Lucien two mates he thought. The thought sent his anger building.

Fire flowed through the trees, burning through a patch towards the three of you. You felt ill at the sight of your Father's flames. 

“Meet me at the townhouse Azriel, we can discuss this little rendezvous there, she comes with me” his harsh tone cut into Azriel before Lucien caught you roughly and tried to winnow away. 

“Azriel, go, I'll be okay with Lucien” Azriel hated the sight, the feelings of uselessness but your tone of self assuredness gave him some comfort.

“Fine but she ends up hurt Emissary and you'll never feel more regret in your life” he bit, dissolving into shadow. 

“Lucien, we have to split up. You know he'll be harder on me if youre with me, go!” You shoved him and to your surprise he listened, winnowing out as your father approached. He left you again, he would always leave you. 

An idea coming to you at the sight of your father's flames finally catching up to you. You dived. Dived into the crucifying pain of this flame, your portal out. Normally comfort was found by you in fire but not this flame, it split through you, trying to strangle you as you made your way through its thick thorn like tendrils. 

You didn't know where it was bringing you, pulling against it to not go where it wanted you. This fire was not your friend, this fire was there to smother you. You needed out. Out. Out. You reached through its molasses like texture for any way but the way it tried to drag you.

Your body landed with a thud on the steps alongside the lanterns that lit the garden path. Your flesh cracked and split along every inch. You were seized with pain, no idea if you had avoided risk or fallen into somewhere worse. A blood curdling screech made its way through your damaged ears. Elain screamed blue murder from the mouth of the garden, dropping her water can to splash everywhere, it's soothing waters not quite making it to you. You only remember the feeling of soothing scarred frantic hands reaching for you. Then darkness. 

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Part 3

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𝐈 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮 - 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 [𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞]

notes: part one? will probably make a very spicy part two- hehe. ;) if you know, you know. also- i imagine y/n as english here, but that's literally just me lol. there's no real hint or anything saying that she is or isn't. :D also also, i want raphael to choke me like he hates me but he loves me. :P

warnings: mature language/swearing,

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She didn't understand what she had done. From the moment she met him, Raphael acted as though he hated her. Y/n was for at a loss. No matter what she did or said, there was always this wall between them. After a while of trying to befriend him, she eventually gave up. If he did not want to be friends, then so be it. She would spend her time with his brothers.

But that only seemed to make matters worse.

It was terribly confusing and Y/n didn't know if she could take much more of it.

She had tried so hard to please him. And despite all her efforts he pushed her away. Treated her as if she was nothing. So she turned to her actual friends, and that only seemed to anger him more. Did he not want her around at all? Did he not trust her with his family?

The thing that was the most frustrating, was the fact that no matter how hard she tried. She couldn't get rid of her love for him.

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It wasn't as if he hated her. In fact, it was the exact opposite. Raphael had a hard time expressing his feelings. He had an even harder time when he believed that those feelings weren't reciprocated.

Y/n was beautiful. She was as sweet as honey with warm skin as soft as silk. Her eyes shone when she laughed. She always wore this lip gloss that made her lips the perfect shade of pink. And she smelled amazing. Like vanilla and cedar. A warm and comforting scent.

There was no way she liked him as much as he liked her. Raphael was so certain of this. So he did the only logical thing he could think of.

He pushed her away.

Because he knew he would never be able to love her. And being in the same room as her, knowing she would never be his, was excruciating.

The only thing he could think of doing was keeping his distance. Which was hard when she was always approaching him. So he avoided her like the plague.

That didn't mean that he didn't get jealous.

---

How could he act like he knew her? He didn't know her at all! Raphael was like a stranger to her! The only things she's learned of him was from his brothers. And even if they had been telling him about her, it wasn't the same. Her gaze narrowed at him. "I'm sorry? Can you repeat that please, because I don't think I heard you right."

Raphael gazed at Y/n from across the room. He was leaning against the wall, arms folded over his chest, biceps bulging. (she would have been drooling if he wasn't such an ass-) He moved his toothpick to the other side of his mouth with his tongue. Head tilting ever so slightly as he studied her.

"I said, that your actions don't surprise me. Figures someone as pristine and conceded as you would do somethin' like that." He didn't skip a beat. Didn't hesitate with his comment. Even if it was uncalled for.

Y/n blinked. It was almost worse hearing it for a second time. It made her angrier, at least. She was absolutely gobsmacked. Surprised he had the balls to make such an assumption and voice it so simply.

Raphael pushed himself off of the wall and stalked towards her. "Cat got your tongue, princess?" His lips twisted up into a smirk as he loomed over her. Staring down at her with his eyes made of gold.

Leonardo, who she had been talking to moments before- opened his mouth to intervene, but Y/n cut him off before he got the chance.

"You have no right to make any sort of assumptions about me."

Raph hummed, "Ain't assumptions if they're true."

Y/ns gaze hardened, her hands balling at her sides. "You clearly don't know me at all."

"I think I know ya well enough."

"And I think you're an ass!" She snapped, face red with anger. "If you have any other false assertions about me, I'd rather you kept your mouth shut!"

"And I'd rather you not be here at all!" He growled in return. Golden gaze burning down upon her like fire. "You're always around! Do ya not have anywhere else to be!? Any other friends besides us!?"

"You aren't my friend!" Y/n's eyes stung with tears, and she did her best to hold herself together.

"Thank fuck for that!"

"Raph, enough!" Leo seperated the two by physically putting himself between them. His ocean eyes were glued to his brother. "Take a walk." He demanded, nodding in the direction of one of the sewer tunnels.

Raphael's veins burned. He hated the sight of Leo coming to the rescue. Because of fucking course he did. It was always the wise and powerful Leonardo guiding them through their problems. He would have fought more. Pushed back harder. Let his anger consume him. But his gaze caught the sight of tears trickling down Y/n's face. Like stars falling from the sky. His heart ached and squeezed. He wanted to drop to the floor and beg for her forgiveness. Kiss her feet and worship the ground she walked on.

Y/n was a moon goddess. Made of pure starlight.

And Raphael was a brutish soldier, stuck on Earth while he watched her dance with the stars.

It was better if she hated him. It made things easier that way, he reminded himself.

Raphael didn't say anything else. He simply turned around and walked away. Afraid that if he stayed a second longer, he'd do one of two things.

Beg for the goddess' forgiveness.

Or break her.

---

Leonardo let out a heavy sigh before turning to face the h/c haired girl. "Are you okay?" He asked, planting his large hands atop her shoulders. They covered them entirely, showing just how much bigger they all were than her.

Y/n nodded, reaching up to wipe at her eyes quickly. It felt like Raphael had attacked her out of nowhere. It wasn't like she was doing anything besides talking to Leo. (Okay, maybe she had been flirting with him a little bit, but could you really blame her? Have you seen the guy, he's fine as hell-) It felt unwarranted. She didn't feel like she deserved his hate, but no matter what she did, he always seemed hostile towards her.

Leo didn't look convinced. "You sure?"

Y/n let out a quiet sigh. "Yeah.. Is it okay if I just go and finish my book in your room?" She reached towards the couch and grabbed it, clutching it to her chest.

"Of course. No one will disturb you there."

She forced a small smile. "Great. Thanks, Leo."

"Anytime, Y/n."

Leonardo watched as she padded away in the direction of his bedroom. Lips pressed into a thin line. He turned and moved in the direction Raphael went in. He wasn't surprised to find him in the dojo, absolutely wrecking the punching bag.

"Raph."

Said male glanced in his direction for a split second, grunting in acknowledgment.

"What the hell was that?" Leo gestured behind him, blue eyes hardening into a stern glare.

Raphael clicked his tongue in annoyance. "Nothin'. Just leave it alone, Leo." He continued to slam his fists upon the bag, watching it jolt and sway with each lethal hit.

"Y/n doesn't deserve the shit you give her. If you gave her a chance, maybe you would see that. She's a nice girl, she's our friend. You need to give her an apology."

Normally, Raphael would have fought with Leo. Arguing with him to the point where their verbal hits would turn into physical ones. But his motions stilled at this. He knew Leo was right, as much as he didn't want to admit it. He hated seeing Y/n look at him like that. With wide teary eyes and a wobbling lip. Staring at him like the ferocious monster he was.

Before either of them could say anything else, Mikey popped his head in the room. "Hey guys, dinner's ready!"

Leo nodded and turned back to Raph. "Go tell Y/n dinner's ready. You can apologize whilst you're at it." He didn't leave room for argument as he left the dojo. 

Leaving Raphael looming next to the punching bag. He lifted his arm and hit it once more. That was the final blow, the bag snapped off the chain and smashed against the ground. It's contents pouring out.

He'd have to try and fix it later.

---

Y/n sat on Leonardo's bed. Back pressed against the wall and chin propped up on her palm. One of her favourite books sat open on her lap and she read it contentedly. She did her best not to think about Raphael and his actions and words. How he was so distant and vile towards her. She had done nothing but be kind to him. To try and have a decent relationship with him. But he refused to have even a decent relationship with her. It was beyond frustrating. It made her want to rip her hair out. 

She let out a long slow sigh, tilting her head back till it hit the wall and she was looking up at the ceiling. Her mind was a mess, and while she had told Mikey she would stay for dinner earlier, now she was regretting her choice. She contemplated trying to sneak out. But that was near impossible when the lair was full of trained ninjas. Y/n couldn't sneak past them no matter how hard she tried. 

There was a rap of knuckles on the door. She assumed it was Leo, or perhaps Donnie. Mikey would just barge in, and she highly doubted she'd see Raph for a good long while yet. 

She pushed herself up and went towards the door. Yanking it open, but whatever she was about to say died on her tongue. Lips parted and throat dry. She couldn't say anything as she gazed at the mutant in front of her.  Y/n stepped back from Raphael, studying him with an intense gaze silently. Being unable to find any words to speak. 

Raph cleared his throat. "Leo sent me to get you for dinner."

Y/n dropped her gaze with a heavy sigh and turned away from him, shaking her head in disappointment. She was hoping for an apology, or something along those lines. She wanted him so bad but it felt like he was miles away. 

"Y/n?" Raph stepped further into the room, looking at her in confusion. "Are you not hungry?"

"I do not want any dinner!" Y/n spat angrily, running a hand through her hair in agitation.

Raph looked taken aback by her outburst. But he stayed silent, allowing her to take in a couple deep breaths and try to calm herself down. He understood anger better than most. And Y/n had every right to be angry with him. 

Finally, she turned to him. "I have spent so much time wanting to be alone with you. Wanting to talk to you! Wanting to know -" she cut herself off with a sharp inhale, dropping her gaze to the floor. Cheeks warm and tips of her ears dusted in red.

She shook her head again. "I understand that you do not wish to see me... That you would prefer to stay in any other room-"

"That's not true." He cut her off quickly. Molten gold gaze staring at her. Piercing her soul. 

Y/n brought her eyes back up to him. Not believing his words. "Raphael-"

"You're wrong." He said again. Voice sharp.

Still, Y/n did not believe him. "You have avoided my presence." She stated, quite simply. It was a fact. Raphael could barley stand to be in the same room as Y/n, let alone hang around just the two of them.

"In order to give you space." He muttered, swallowing thickly. She watched the way his throat bobbed with the action. 

Y/n's eyebrows dipped in confusion. "You've.. Said all but a few words to me."

"To stop myself from sayin' the wrongs things." He said, taking a step towards her. Raph wet his lips with his tongue, not missing the way her eyes followed the action. His heart pounded at the sight alone. He had caught himself staring at her eyes many times, so to find hers glued to his - she had no idea the kind of chokehold she had on him.

Y/n stared at him in disbelief. "You've barley been able to look at me in the eye."

"Because I can't stand to see the misery I have caused you!" He snapped, clearly agitated. Pacing back and forth in front of her. Like a caged animal. Skin crawling at the way she watched him. Those eyes of hers... They were paralyzing. In the best way possible.

"You did not..." She whispered, hesitantly taking a single step forwards. "I am the one who has trapped you in your own home. I should have been more understanding of your space-" 

"I'm the one who trapped you." Raph cut her off, growling out the words. "I have spent the last few weeks in agony." He admitted, glancing over towards her for only a second before he resumed his pacing. "Unable to talk to you. Unable to be alone with you because I knew you wanted nothing to do with me." 

Y/n opened her mouth to protest but he continued. "Which makes sense, I mean look at me! I'm fucking scary. I'm a freak. I have a bad temper, it ain't pretty when I'm angry. I get jealous and envious easily and I'm not the best with emotions. I'm not the best guy, my brothers are ten times better than I will ever be." 

"Raph-" 

"I see the way you look at them. I see how much you care for them. Leo especially. He's the hero. I'm the villain. That's how it's always been, that's how it always will be. If yer gonna love any of us, it's understandable that it would be him." His shoulders sunk, and he finally stopped pacing but had yet to fully turn towards Y/n. His chest was heaving with much needed air after the amount of word vomit he had spewed. 

"Leo's your perfect love match..." 

"You're right in the sense that you and Leo are different. You cannot be anymore different. You're practically polar opposites." She breathed, studying him carefully. Heart aching from the words he spoke. "But who said I ever wanted Leo..." 

Raphael slowly looked towards her. Eyes boring into her own, trying to see if she was telling the truth or not. Trying to understand the meaning behind her words. 

He was silent for what felt like a long time. They both were. The silence was thick, suffocating. They both had so much they wanted to say but neither of them had the courage to say it. 

"I can't stop thinking of you," Raph started softly, "From the mornings when I wake up, to the evenings right before bed. To the dreams I have of you.. My thoughts of you never end." His hands shook ever so slightly and he balled them into fists to control it. 

"I am yours, Y/n. I have always been yours." 

Y/n took in a heavy breath, chest rising as she sucked the air into her lungs. "I.." Her eyebrows dipped again as she tried to comprehend his words. Was he saying what she thought he was? "I don't understand.." 

Raphael shook his head in frustration, "I don't know how to be anymore clear." He huffed, lifting his arms up and turning away from her. 

Y/n's gaze hardened and she moved towards him. "Do not get angry-" 

"I am not angry!" He snapped. 

"You look angry. And bothered. Look at you, you're all flushed." She gestured towards him and Raph grit his teeth, face warm in embarrassment. 

"Yes, that is what happens." 

"When one is angry." 

"When one burns for someone who does not feel the same!" Raphael hissed, closing the distance between them. Towering over her. He lifted a hand and ran it down his face, biting down on his lip.

"You.." Y/n could not bring herself to look away from him. "You burn for me?" 

"Why do you think I got angry at you for flirting with Leo?" 

"Why do you think I was flirting with Leo?" 

Raph seemed confused by this, brows pulling together. "If you even bothered to look at me, really look at me. For longer than two seconds.. You would have seen.." What small bit of distance left between them she closed by taking a final step forward.

 "I burn for you." 

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Summary: After saving a woman a few weeks back, she starts to turn up wanting to see Evan. A lot. Her new found obsession soon puts Evan's family at risk.

Enjoy.

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"Buck, you have a visitor downstairs," Bobby leaned against the railing and pointed over his shoulder down towards the station where the trucks were parked idly waiting to be used.

A flicker of light crossed over Evan's eyes and his head perked up from where he was playing a game of cards with Chimney.

A visitor?

(Y/n) was here. The thought of his wife made a broad, if childlike smile spread across his lips that flashed his teeth and he quirked a brow. The energy he thought he lost on their last call out started to bubble back through him and he stood up quickly before he looked down at his cards. He stuffed them into his back pocket causing Chimney to frown.

"I don't trust you," Evan pointed a finger at him before he clapped his hands together and rounded the table to go towards the stairs.

"That's uncalled for."

Why was (Y/n) here? Maybe she was just passing by and thought she would stop in and see the team, she dropped by often to see the team and sometimes have dinner with them. Half the time she had to stop by on her way to work when Evan forgot his phone or his wallet and one time he forgot his phone on purpose just so she could come by the station and see him for a few extra minutes.

He reached out and patted Bobby on the shoulder before he jogged down the stairs and looked round the side of the truck. He couldn't see her electrifying eyes or that charming smile hiding round any corner. He was half a second away from calling out her name when his eyes landed on a figure stood near the open doors to the station.

That wasn't his wife.

Evan felt like a balloon deflated inside his stomach and his shoulders slumped when it sank in that his girl wasn't in fact here to see him.

He recognised that face. His steps became slower as he approached the figure who was facing the left with her side towards him. Evan couldn't help but take a step back when she smiled widely at him when her eyes locked on him. He recognised her but he couldn't quite place where from. She wasn't a close friend or a friend of (Y/n)'s, he was sure of that, he knew all his wife's friends by name.

Where had he seen her before? Why was she here to see him and why was she grinning at him like that?

The fire. The office fire just over two weeks ago, that was why her face was familiar.

Evan and Eddie had scaled their way up to the fifth floor, broke through the window and got her free from a desk that had pinned her into a corner. She had been so afraid to go on a harness and scale down the window that they barely managed to get out before the smoke became unbearable. She had clung to Evan even when their feet were firmly placed on the floor.

"Hi, the Captain said you're here to see me?" It felt like they were playing some kind of trick on him. Why was she here to see him? He hadn't done anything wrong, he had gotten her out and there had been no casualties in that incident.

The smile on her face calmed Evan down somewhat and he managed a small smile in her direction when she nodded. He could see her fidgeting, moving from foot to foot, pressing her hands together in her lap like she didn't know what to do with herself. Those were the kind of traits he always took note of when he looked at (Y/n), it was how he could tell when it was time to leave an event. If (Y/n) was fidgeting or clinging to him more, Evan knew they needed to go home.

"Hi Buck,"

He narrowed his eyes on her face and tried to think of her name to be polite, it wouldn't be very kind of him to stare at her blankly and admit he couldn't remember her name. He was usually good with names, he found it calmed people down if they shared names and tried to talk through some situations. And if his memory served him correctly, boy, could she talk when she panicked.

"It's… Liz, right?" It was clear he was right when her smile widened and she nodded enthusiastically. "How are you doing?"

She had been lucky during the fire, the desk that trapped her had only broken two ribs and sprained her ankle. Other than smoke inhalation, she had done well to get off with almost no injuries which was more than could be said for other people in that kind of situation.

"I'm a lot better now, thank you. I, um, I just wanted to give you these, to say thank you for saving me."

Evan had been preoccupied with (Y/n) on his mind and then trying to work out who she was that he didn't even see the bouquet of flowers resting behind her near her left foot.

This was new. No one had ever come to bring him flowers before. He had been thanked a lot when he got people to safety or when they went with people to the hospital within a good time frame. It was mainly food and chocolates that the team got given when people came by to thank them. Or drawings, kids always came by with pictures for them.

Evan wasn't used to getting gifts from the people they saved, a polite thank you and a hug was always more than enough for him. He got enough gifts from the team and his family on special occasions. The last gift he got was (Y/n)'s gift on his birthday telling him he was going to be a dad. That had given him a whole new high he never felt before.

"Wow… thank you," He took a few steps forward and took the flowers from her, trying not to be overwhelmed by the sudden smell that reminded him of Maddie's perfume. "This is sweet, you didn't have to you know."

"It's the least I could do after you saved me,"

"All part of the job, but I appreciate it-" Evan's smile froze on his face and his body tensed when she moved closer and pulled him into a hug.

He usually gave small hugs on the scene after saving someone, not weeks later when they came by to say thank you. He wasn't sure what to do so he moved his left arm very lightly around her back and patted her shoulder. It wouldn't do him good to stand like a statue and make them both uncomfortable but he also didn't want to hug her as if they were good friends or give her the wrong impression. Evan was big on hugs and physical contact with close friends and family.

He was always messing about with Bobby and Eddie but they were more like family. Evan didn't do so well with strangers.

"Take care," He was sure she must have heard the awkwardness in his voice when he took a step back but if she did, she didn't show it.

Liz turned towards the door, sent a wave in his direction and walked out with a big smile and a skip in her step. Leaving Evan stood like a statue, unsure what to do with himself or the flowers he now possessed.

"Ooh, do you have an admirer Buck?" Hen put down the sponge and bucket in her hand, having just finished cleaning up one of the trucks. She wore a bright smile and a raised brow that made Evan shake his head and smile, embarrassed. He didn't always like the centre of attention being on him and this wasn't the most comfortable of topics or situations to be in.

"No, uh, someone me and Eddie helped a few weeks ago. She stopped by to say thank you."

"With an expensive bunch of flowers? You must have done a number on her. Want me to get you some water for those?"

Hen's attitude helped settle some of Evan's nerves and he smiled but shook his head. He wasn't keeping these flowers; he couldn't for more reasons than one.

"No thanks,"

"You taking them home for your girl?" She poked her tongue out between her teeth and grinned widely but the grin started to slip when Evan shook his head. "You get given good flowers and you're not taking them home to her?"

"I can't, (Y/n)'s allergic to flowers. I'm gonna have to shower before I go home after holding these. You want them for Karen?" Evan held the bouquet over to Hen, shaking them a little to urge her to take them off him.

It was a sweet gesture, but just for holding these Evan now needed a shower to get them scrubbed off his skin so he didn't risk giving (Y/n) an anaphalactic shock. Besides being allergic to flowers, (Y/n) wasn't keen on them in general, she thought natural flowers in the garden were lovely but she didn't like bouquets. They faded so quickly and always went to waste and it seemed unusual to give someone something that would soon die.

If Evan ever wanted to do a gesture like this, he bought a fake plant like the lavender one sitting in the kitchen window or the honeysuckle plastic plant in the front room.

"Thanks Buck," Hen nodded with a smile and took the flowers from him, examining them as she walked on to find somewhere to keep them until the end of shift.

He would rather someone enjoy them and Hen have a good night with her wife than leave the flowers here to rot or put them in the bin and put them to waste.

***

A grin pulled at Evan's lips as he dropped down from the pull-up bar but kept his hands on the bar, swaying back and forth as he looked over at Eddie who was sat on the bench nearby. They had an unknown amount of time before their next call and their last one had been fairly easy, a bit of time in the gym helped build them up and get the energy going ready for the next call.

"Uh, Buck… you have a friend,"

Both of them turned around and looked through the glass to where Hen was leaning but when they looked past her, a stone dropped down into Evan's stomach and the smile faded from his face.

Liz. Why was she back again?

"Oh no," Evan shook his head and felt his body slump down and Eddie patted his back when he slowly shuffled past and trudged towards the truck where Liz was stood.

Her dark red hair was up in a ponytail and she was wearing a low cut tank top and some shorts. Evan didn't know where was safe to look so he focused on her eyes and upwards. He didn't want to be talking to her, he didn't even know why she was here. Bobby said she had stopped by yesterday too but Evan and Hen had been out on a call so he had missed her.

She couldn't keep turning up to thank him, her life had been in danger but even if they didn't get her out she would have managed to get free and find her way out of the building. They had saved her and she said thank you, that should have been an end to things.

"Hi Liz, what can I do for you?" Evan's eyes narrowed as his lips pursed and he tilted his head to one side.

Both his hands started to clench and rub together in front of him to try and control the nerves bundling up inside of him. Why was she here, what was she expecting from him?

"Hi Buck, I made these for you."

It was clear she was excited and the proud smile on her face was off-putting to Evan but he leaned just a little closer while keeping a safe three feet between them. He peered into the tupperware box she held out and saw some chocolate cookies.

Now if this was (Y/n) bringing these in, the whole team would have swarmed around her by now and Evan would have to fight to get even half a cookie from his girl. She almost matched Bobby in her cooking skills and was forever making things for the team. Chimney requested the brownies she made, Eddie was weak for her cookies and she knew Evan's favourite was her banana cake.

"Oh, that's really sweet of you, but you shouldn't have. The flowers were more than enough," The flowers he just so happened to give to Hen who had walked in the station with a smirk on her face the next day and when she winked at Evan, he knew she had had a good night due to that bouquet.

"I thought you would like them and I was just passing by," She wiggled the box in her hands and stepped closer until the box was the only thing separating them.

Evan knew she wasn't just passing by because she had been here yesterday too. That wasn't a coincidence.

If he wasn't married, if he didn't have (Y/n) in his life, he might have thought this was a lovely gesture and might have tried to get to know Liz or felt more at ease about her constantly stopping by. But he was married, he had a kid on the way. Evan's job was to save people from burning buildings and get them to safety.

Liz needed to realise that Evan did this hundreds of times a week, it was what he was trained to do he wasn't just a good samaritan saving people in his spare time. Evan wasn't expecting her to do anything for him in return and he didn't want to become friends or more than friends.

"Thanks," Evan turned to look over his shoulder at the team. Hen was biting her lip and looking away with her hands in her pockets and Eddie had his hands on his hips and a frown on his face. He understood the discomfort clearly written on Evan's face. "I have to get back now, you don't have to keep thanking me, you know. It's our job."

Evan took the box from her with a tight-lipped expression that somewhat resembled a smile before he spun on his heels and headed back towards the gym as Hen walked away with a nod of her head.

He had to accept the cookies, he couldn't reject them and cause a scene or upset Liz. It would be rude of him to say no. But as soon as he saw Liz round the door and leave the station, evan hurriedly tipped the box open and chucked the cookies in the bin.

They had house rules.

Any food that wasn't safely packaged or store bought went straight in the bin unless it was from family or close friends. After the whole pot brownie incident, they couldn't accept food unless it was untouched and store-bought. The chief wouldn't have another incident of a team high on duty, it would be too much bad press.

That meant that lately it was only Bobby and (Y/n) making and bringing in the baked goods.

"Is that the one who came by yesterday?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to be rude but I don't want her to keep showing up, you know? I'm married, for God's sake."

Evan didn't even want to think what would happen if Liz came by when (Y/n) was here and saw him with her or saw the team eating the goods she bought. It wouldn't do any favours for Evan if he had to tell (Y/n) that someone he helped had now started to get attached to him and kept showing up.

"I get it. If she stops by again just tell Cap, you might have to file a report."

Even the thought made Evan groan and tip his head back. He didn't want to deal with that sort of hassle or have to tell Bobby to go have a word with someone who wouldn't leave him alone.

If Liz showed up again, Evan would have to firmly tell her she had to stop.

***

Evan tilted his head down and pressed his lips to the top of (Y/n)'s head as his right arm looped over the back of her neck and reeled her into his side. His lips curved into a smile against her skin when he felt her reach up to hold his hand that was resting on her shoulder and her other arm snook around his lower waist.

She kept herself tucked into his side and gently brushed her nose against his chest as they walked into the station. Bobby had said it was alright for (Y/n) to stop by for dinner today all being well and they didn't get a call halfway through dinner.

The couple walked towards the stairs but slowed down a bit when they noticed Eddie walking out of the gym. He smiled and when he got close enough, he opened his arms to pull (Y/n) into a hug.

"How are you?"

"Starving," (Y/n) leaned back into Evan's chest, smiling up at him when he curved his arms around her middle with his hands resting on her bump. It was barely midday and (Y/n) already felt like she had been starved for three days, her mouth was watering at the thought of what Bobby would be cooking today.

"Of course you are," Evan laughed into her hair but his bright smile and elevated mood dampened just a little when he looked up at Eddie and noticed him staring just behind them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n) and rested his chin on top of her head but his eyes narrowed at his friend, silently asking what was wrong.

"Let's go get you something to eat then, your ladyship. Buck, can you check the medic bag quick before we eat?" Eddie nodded his head towards the truck but there was a secret message behind his eyes that Evan didn't quite understand.

He went along with it though, letting (Y/n) slip from his arms and he watched Eddie place a careful hand on her back so he could guide her upstairs. The smell of the food was already drifting downstairs and making them both hungry.

A twang of anger jolted in Evan's chest when he turned towards the truck and realised why Eddie had been so quick to steer his wife away.

Liz.

What the Hell is she doing back here?

Evan stormed across the floor towards her, a frown setting deep into his face and his upper lip curled ever so slightly.

He wasn't playing this game anymore. She had been back again while he had luckily been out on a call and Eddie had warned her that she couldn't keep coming back like this. It wasn't fair, professional or technically allowed, she had to stop and leave him alone now. All Evan had done was his job and she was hovering around like he had lifted a building off of her like Superman or saved hundreds of children from a burning school. All he did was help her out of a fire, this obsession had to stop.

"Hey Buck! I was just-" She stopped herself mid-sentence when Evan grabbed her elbow and roughly steered her back the way she had just walked. He pulled her past the truck and towards the exit before he let go of her and added two feet of space between them for his safety more than hers.

"Look, you have to stop calling here to see me, you can't keep doing this."

There was no easy way for Evan to ease into the conversation or try and be kind about this. He didn't want small chat with her and he didn't want to be vague. Blunt and to the point was what Liz needed to hear to make her realise what she was doing was starting to become stalking.

He rubbed his hands together out of anxious habit before he settled them on his hips to try and look firm.

"Why? We have a connection, you saved me-"

"It's my job, we help people and sometimes we do save lives and I get you're grateful but you can't keep coming here asking for me. There is no connection."

Evan couldn't fathom why she was so hung up on him like this, he hadn't done anything different than he would if he were saving someone else. He and Eddie did what they always did, hurried into the flames and evacuated everyone out.

Would Liz be doing this if it had been Eddie who helped her get out of that fire? Would she be so hung up and obsessed with him if they had switched roles and Eddie took the lead trying to save her? Was this Evan's luck of the draw and he pulled the wrong card at the wrong time? Whatever it was, it was annoying that it had to be him who she was clinging to. If (Y/n) saw she might get the wrong impression or Liz might even get violent towards her and Evan wouldn't allow that.

"You don't like me?"

"I'm married, I have a family. I'm not looking for a connection when I already have one, I love my wife. Please stop showing up here."

He knew she got the message when her face lit up like the burning red flames of Hell and her feet almost stomped through the floor when she turned to leave. He had to be cruel to be kind, she had to understand and stop trying to find him.

The anxiety started to dwindle out of Evan's system when he headed towards the back of the station and made his way upstairs. As soon as (Y/n) was within his sights again and his arms wrapped around her, he felt like he could breathe and the smile came back to his face.

"Everything okay?"

"Just fine," He whispered back against the shell of her ear and leaned close to kiss the side of her neck.

He didn't notice the pair of eyes watching from afar, getting a good look at the woman wrapped up in his embrace.

***

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Hello? I'm at the Whitehall library and s-someone's started a fire and I can't find the extinguisher, it's gone. I'm trying to evacuate everyone, the fire's near the main entrance so w-we're… we're going out the back."

"I'm dispatching help to your location now ma'am. Is anyone hurt?"

Jumping out the truck, Evan slapped his helmet hazardly on his head before he reached out and grabbed Chimney who was just climbing down from the ambulance. He knew Chimney would understand his panic without being told anything.

They both knew (Y/n) worked here.

Evan could feel his eyes welling up with the tears he tried not to shed on the ride down here when he heard where they were going. Someone started a fire in the library where (Y/n) worked. A hazardous place full of flammable books and equipment and Evan's pregnant wife was here. Somewhere.

"Alright, dispatcher said the fire is at the main entrance so they're evacuating everyone round the emergency exit at the back of the building, Chim, Hen go round back and start checking everyone over and find out if anyone is left inside. You two, with me we'll put out the fire."

Bobby took off his helmet and moved to the side of the truck to grab the masks, they didn't know how far the fire had spread or how much smoke there would be inside. They needed to take every precaution and be prepared for a bad fire. But when his eyes clocked Buck running in front of Chimney who was trying to reach out for him, Bobby held his hands out at his sides and rolled his eyes.

What had gotten into him? Why was he shooting off in the complete opposite direction and ignoring an order?

"Buck! Get back round front, we need to put this fire out. Now." Bobby shouted into the radio as he handed Eddie a mask and they got the hose ready.

"Cap, his wife works here and she should be on shift right now." Chimney's reply came back through the radio and with a daring look, Bobby just sighed and got the hose ready. There was no way they could get Evan back round here if he was looking for his wife, both of them knew and respected that. But they still had to put the fire out quickly because if Evan's wife wasn't okay, they might have to restrain him or hold him together.

"Copy, keep me updated. We're going in."

Evan ran ahead round the side of the building towards where he knew the emergency exit would be. He had been here countless times, he had dropped (Y/n) off here for her shift this morning before he went to the station so unless she hadn't been well and left early without telling him, he knew she would be here.

His eyes scanned over the people hovering near the open metal doors at the back. A few people were stood as far away as they could manage, about three people were sat down trying to take deep breaths and clear the smoke from their lungs. A mother with two children was sat down leaning up against the building and they looked fine, no dust, smoke or injuries that Evan could see other than a bit of trauma and fright.

"Evan!" Relief swarmed through (Y/n) and a jolt overtook her heart when her sights set on her husband. He stood in his overcoat, helmet, gloves and boots with a look of utter fright on his face.

"(Y/n)!"

He was by her side in an instant, curving his arms around her waist like iron bars caging her into his chest forever. He could feel her hands gripping his coat and when she buried her face into the little bit of exposed skin of his neck, he felt her try to muffle a cough. She was shaking horribly against him. He reached one hand up to cradle the back of her neck, curling his fingers into her hair but his other arm tightened around her waist when her knees buckled.

"Wow, hey I got you. You're safe baby," Evan took off his helmet and let it drop to the floor by his feet so he could smother his face in her hair and breathe in her scent. "Chim, I got her," Evan pressed his cheek against the top of her head so he could look across at Chimney who nodded, relief washing over his expression.

"T-there's still someone inside… she wouldn't leave," (Y/n) turned her face enough to look over at Hen who nodded and spoke into the radio to let Bobby know. There was no point one of them suiting up to go looking inside when both Bobby and Eddie were already inside trying to put out the fire. They could easily find whoever was inside and get them out to safety.

"Are you okay, are you hurt?"

Evan pulled back enough to look down at (Y/n) and he cupped her face in his hands and ran his eyes up and down her body, scouting for any signs of injury or trauma.

He watched her let go of his coat and hold her shaking hands out between them so he could see the small blisters forming on the back of her hands but they didn't look too extensive. Once they were cleaned and wrapped they would heal soon enough.

A small smile worked its way onto (Y/n)'s lips when Evan tilted her head down in his hands and pressed his wet lips against her burning temple. She could feel the love and relief radiating off him and when he stroked his thumbs across her cheekbones, she shivered. They both knew it could have been a lot worse than a few scrapes and blisters.

(Y/n) reached up to grip Evan's wrists and steady herself against him but her smile dropped and she quickly moved his arms so she could double over. She felt his arms move back around her waist with one hand firm and steady on her bump and the other on the small of her back. He let her lean her weight onto his arm that was around her front and he held her up when she threw up onto the floor.

"Chim, can you check her over please? I'm gonna sit you down baby," When he was sure she had finished, Evan tucked her back into his chest and slowly went down on his knees on the gravel. He took her weight and eased her down until she was sat between his legs, slumped up against his chest.

Her eyes closed and she buried her face back into Evan's overcoat, inhaling his scent and gripping his arm tightly while Chimney crouched down beside them. She let him check her heartbeat, blood pressure and oxygen level, staying limp and floppy so it was easier for him to check her over.

"Blood pressure is a bit high, let's have a look at the little guy too."

(Y/n) kept her eyes closed but she couldn't help but smile when she felt Evan kissing her temple and the stethescope press against her stomach. Chimney moved it around a little before he stopped and stayed quiet, intently listening to the small heartbeat.

"Strong and steady. We're definitely taking you to the hospital for a check over though."

"Fire's out and the building is clear," Bobby's voice rang out through the radio as he and Eddie trudged out the emergency exit to where everybody else was, the last evacuated person stood between them.

Eddie did a sweep of the scene and he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw Evan sat with (Y/n) in his arms. For a moment it looked like an entirely horrid scene when he noticed Evan was rocking them both back and forth. But once Eddie realised his friend was smiling and talking, he took the hint that (Y/n) was in fact alright and safe.

With that thought in mind, Eddie reached out to the right and grabbed the upper arm of the last person they evacuated.

"You're coming with me to wait for the police." His statement was firm and authoritative and his grip was tight as he steered them both past Bobby and in the other direction of the rest of the team.

"Wha- why? Was that… where's Buck?"

A dangerous look swept across Eddie's face and he pulled her closer, sneering down at her with one raised brow just daring her to try her luck with him.

"Because I know you started this fire," His voice was low and he leaned his head down to whisper in her ear. "You were told to stay away from Buck, not to try and harm his wife and get his attention. You're not gonna see him again."

He took a last look over his shoulder before he pulled Liz and forced her to keep walking with him so they could round to the front of the building. He wasn't about to let Buck see her here, it would raise too many questions and cause too much aggravation and panic. Eddie had told Bobby to radio for the police when he saw Liz in that building clearly waiting to be rescued.

This wasn't a coincidence that she was here, staying right near the scene instead of fleeing to safety with everyone else.

She wasn't going to get any closer to Buck. Not anymore.

[james-is-here]

oh? OH? 👀 🫢

Part two

Blogs: @heartbinn

Tags: Angst, my first hurt/no comfort cause I have a soft heart and could never go through with it, Chan is the one not getting comfort, Members forget Mn, Made the manager...attached to Mn? He's just as sad to see you go.

Lmk if any other tags are needed. Feedback and comments are welcome, it makes me so happy seeing how you thought of my writings.

You realized something was off when you were 'forgotten' for the second live stream in a row. You don't know when it happened. How it started. You just started noticing more and more that you were being left out.

"Sorry, Mn, I thought you were busy. Didn't think to invite you." They always thought you were busy.

"Hectic schedule, I'm sorry." You guys have the same schedule, that's not an excuse.

"I'm sorry, Jagi, I thought that was tomorrow." Even Chan forgot things.

You never use to be like this. You were all once connected, always talking, always hanging out when there was time. They listened to your feedback, they agreed with your inputs, and when they needed, they'd go to you for comfort.

Now it's like you're a ghost. Present but not visible. You look like a deer caught in headlights when they talk about stuff that you haven't been caught up on. There was one time in the choreography that you were to catch one of the boys and you stood around aimlessly and ended up getting yelled at. You yelled right back because they never tell you anything and you didn't know you had to catch one of them. It wasn't fair!

"Mn, you could've hurt Jeongin! Why didn't you catch him?!" "How could I have caught him if I didn't know that was the next move! You guys don't tell me anything anymore!" "Yeah we do!" "Christopher, Don't lie! You are doing it too!" "Mn!" You didn't care that you disrespected him and used his full first name. You were annoyed.

Your breaking point was two things. The first was when you had to find out about an upcoming album through your manager. He had sent you a preview photo of the album cover and you flew into a panic attack. New Album? When? How? They decided on things without you? You're apart of the group too, how could they not have realized you weren't there?!

The second was when you were waiting...and waiting...and waiting in Chan's room. He had promised a movie night for your anniversary and yet four hours later than when he promised, he still wasn't there. You just left his room, red eyed and absolutely pissed. That night, he didn't even check on you when he came home.

It took a couple days but you had officially left Stray Kids. You couldn't take the neglect anymore, it was unfair, uncalled for. Your manager was sad to see you go but he understood, even he noticed the others neglect but it seemed that when he told them off it went through one ear and out the other.

You packed at night, taking about half an hour to debate if you wanted to take memories of being in the group but instead you just took down the photos of you and the boys and cut yourself out, leaving just the boys along with the few albums and photo cards you kept on your desk, throwing the pieces of you in the waste bin underneath.

Tears streamed down your face as you packed your suitcase. Midway, your realized you folded the two hoodies Chan gave you. You lay one on your bed but decide to keep the white one as you zip up your luggage and start packing your other one.

Leaving in the cover of night let you leave without seeing their faces, without seeing possible confusion or pity pleads to have you stay. In the days it took to be out of the group, you also managed to get accepted into another company. You would've stayed at JYPE if it didn't mean you'd still see the boys that once brought you joy, if you stayed you'd have to put up with them trying to talk you back into the group. You just can't seem to trust them anymore.

You ex-manager was nice enough to take you to your home where you're staying until you can properly integrate into your new company, possibly into a new group. You heard that the company knew you and would be helping you to try and join a group or even help you become a soloist.

That morning, the boys went on with their lives, completely oblivious. It wasn't until after practice and recording that they were finishing up and getting ready to leave the room they gathered in to discuss the album when Chan looked around and finally noticed. "Wait...Where's Mn?" Their manager looked at Chan and the others before sighing. "Really? Haven't I yelled at all of you to stop ignoring him? It took you almost all day to realize?" Your manager felt really bad for what they were doing to you so he did get a bit heated.

"What do you mean?" The manager sighs before guiding the boys out. "Let's get to the dorms." Is all he says. When they get there, the manager makes them sit on the couch, hands on his hips. "Have any of you really realized that you were excluding Mn? I asked him about the album cover and he told me that he didn't even know a comeback was planned to happen. He also told me that you yelled at him for almost dropping Jeongin but you guys never told him or showed him the choreo, how could he have caught him if he didn't even know what was going on?"

With a deep sigh, the manager looks down at the floor before delivering the news. "Mn signed out four days ago..." He looks back up to the boys, staring at him wide eyed. "What?" "He's gone, Chan. I took him home last night." "W-Well, we'll see him at the company at some point right? So he's not-" "He's moving to KQ. He thought that if he stayed at JYPE you guys would stop him at any opportunity to try and get him back. They're already looking to either put him in a group or help him be a soloist." Han was the first to move, running past the manager to run to your room.

The others hear him cry out a moment later then return with your cut photos in his hands. "He's gone..." A few others run to see it for themselves as Han drops the cut photos next to Chan and slides down the nearby wall to cry into his hands.

Chan picked up one of the photos. A picture of you and him, a selfie with him hugging you from behind with his chin on your shoulder. He remembered the negative space where you were, you had your head turned, looked at him with so much love and a bright smile that matched his.

"I'm sorry, Chan...but he was tired of being just a shadow. I wanted him to reconsider but I saw everything and I knew it would be worthless." He saw in the corner of his eyes some members trying to call you only to huff when they got your voicemail.

Years later, they still felt hallow. They were happy and working well but they still felt empty. They know you've blocked them but they still texted you or tried to call you even after this long.

Telling Stay was really hard, they just told them it was for mental health issues but some Stays also noticed the neglect and pieced it together, especially when some fans noticed you in another group.

They were backstage getting ready to preform at the award ceremony the main title from their new album, decked in pirate like outfits with layers and accessories but still dressed a minimum amount to be able to dance.

Chan was helping Felix with his headset when Felix caught something out of the corner of his eye. "Mn!" His eyes widen as a smile took over his dropped jaw and the others turn in the direction Felix is looking. You stop hearing your name, turning to see who it was only to stare at the group of boys unmoving. Felix's hand hesitated before waving at you with a gentle smile.

It's been so long that you were honestly thrown off by how much they've grown and how handsome they've become. You see Jeongin smile at you and you notice his braces are gone, Hyunjin has grown his hair out along with Felix. These little details are forgotten the moment you feel a hand on the side of your face and you turn back around. "Hey." You smile, Seonghwa completely taking your attention as you watch him smile in return, your hands resting on his waist. "Come on, Jagiya. We've been waiting for you." He says, leaning forward to give you a quick peck but you pull him back to you for a slightly longer kiss before you take his hand and he takes you back to the table.

You heard their gasp when you kissed Seonghwa but honestly, you didn't care. You were seen in Ateez, heard and included way more than you ended up becoming in Stray Kids.

Chan's heart was crushed, he honestly had hope that you guys could talk it out but also knew there was no way but he still hoped. His tears blurred his vision as he let a sob left him, he tried not to let them fall, he had to go on stage soon, but it hurt. He had lost not just a member but someone he actually truly loved. He didn't mean to forget him, he didn't mean to push him away. The regret of not realizing sooner still weighed heavily on his shoulders after this long.

The way you held Seonghwa was the same way you'd hold him. The smile and shine in your eye you gave the other idol was the same you'd give to him, the same one in the taped photo that still remains on his desk after he found the other half. The members also have the other photos, taped as well and put on the fridge.

What crushed Chan the most in that moment?

You didn't look back as Seonghwa took you away.

pssst, I would write more Ateez but I don't fully know their dynamics and personalities completely so I'll probably just insert them like I did in this fic 😁

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

VULTURES (XVI)

|| COV MASTERLIST || NEXT: CHAPTER XVII ||

PAIRING: Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick x F!Reader

WORDCOUNT: 3.5k

WARNINGS: Blood, wounds, angst, guns, plot progression, etc.

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Laswell found you after you’d finished your most recent fit of sickness, sitting in your room fiddling over the laptop with the USB password screen mocking you. Try as you might, you’d give yourself even more of a headache than you already had just by attempting to force the answer to appear through the pixels. Your father’s journal was kept in your lap—open to the dim light of the dying sun outside. 

It had been three days since the base had gotten attacked. Three calls with Gaz, where both of you were hiding things from the other all the while the pounding in your chests grew at the unique phonics of each other's speech. Three days of nothing but dust and echoes. 

The journal's spine crinkles as you slap it shut, growling under your breath like a dog as you push back the fatigued look behind your eyes. Your mother’s injury was better—the wound wasn’t bad—and even now your thigh is aching less than it was before; healing more and more by the day. 

But, here—now. 

You first see the woman as she enters the door after two swift knocks, not waiting for an answer before walking in with a call of her last name on her serious lips. Blinking in shock, your head perks up and you pause, taken aback. Besides Alex and your mother, no one else had bothered to visit you here. 

“What are you doing?” You ask, raising a brow stiffly. A sliver of tension seeps in, but you put a modicum of trust onto Kate’s title. At least while you’re under her oversight. 

Laswell sighs, closing the door behind her. She doesn’t respond right away, and the bags under her eyes are visible enough to a point where your lips thin. Without anything more than a huff, you wordlessly motion to the other chair at your table. 

Kate glances, but it isn’t a second later that she’s resting back across from you and offering a firm, yet somehow honest, ‘Thank you.’ 

“Don’t mention it,” you mutter under your breath, attention on the laptop screen but focus elsewhere. Fingers hover the keys—motionless beyond a small twitch. At least on your part, a small awkwardness filters past your expression. “So,” you utter in a low manner, drawing the word. 

The woman nods her head your way. “Any headway with the USB?”

“Working on it,” you state slowly. “With only one try left, you can’t not be too cautious.” 

“Ideas?” Is the next question. 

“Handful,” your voice responds, your eyes over the screen and settling on Laswell’s nose as you blink. “...Anything from Gaz?”

There’s a moment where you believe that Kate might be better left as a comedian than what she is. “Handful.” 

With a half-amused snort, you grapple with the fact that she’ll tell you nothing more than what you already know. The seconds draw longer, and those eyes of hers never leave until your feet are shifting under the table slowly. It’s during that break-away that your growing conscious comes out to play like a thief in the night. You weren’t so much the woman you were when this all started, the volatile and violent beast that stalked a forgotten home, but you’d always be a sliver of that. Yet, the leash around your neck was more firm. 

You open your mouth and only hesitate for a second. 

“I should apologize.” Laswell’s eyelids lightly pull back, a flash of surprise running over her face as the whispers of her pale hair brush her forehead. She says nothing, and you trail on with unsteady feet. “What I told you in the beginning—when we first met—about your wife. It was uncalled for.” 

A start, maybe, but any other words get choked out just as quickly as you’d thought them up. Your eyes slip around the laptop screen, fingers tapping the keys in unsteady intervals in the bare understanding of your nervousness. Gaz was so much better at this—at words. If he were here he would serve a better example; he’d know everything you were trying to say but couldn’t. 

That was just how he was.

Kate stares for a second, speechless. But the older woman isn’t one to stay in a stupor for long. 

“Accepted,” she says, blinking. “I don’t hold it against you, being taken in and told what you were on such short notice. It’s a common reaction.” 

“Good.” Your tongue darts out, licking your lips. It’s all you say, of course. Kate would never gain your full trust, the trauma was too deep, but you didn’t have to destroy yourself in the process of trying to understand. People do what they feel is right, and every pair of eyes is different. 

While you lean back into your chair with a sigh, your hand moves down to thumb over your journal—one that you were sure the woman had no idea was truly your father’s, though Laswell was too smart to say she one-hundred percent didn’t. Kate, in turn, glances over your tiny little table to look at your scribbled notes on a piece of napkin, and your stack of empty coffee cups, the plain white paper left in a neat tower of three to four cylinders. There are round stains in the woodgrain of the table, and blue eyes shift back to you. 

You don’t see it, but they soften at the edges. 

“Does it help?” She asks you, tilting her head. “The coffee? I’ve read studies.”

Your body seizes up, and your eyes dart to lock with Laswell’s in a moment of genuine panic. It’s only after a very long and tense break in sound that you find it appropriate to call yourself dumb. 

Of course she knew. She knew the entire time.

Your hand sneaks down into your pocket, and you fiddle with your coin until the indent is left printed into your skin as you bore down on it. 

“It lets me concentrate,” you breathe, vision slipping away as you clear your throat, skin tingling. “Keeps me alert.” 

It was a small victory when she didn’t push it further beyond her reply of a small nod. 

“But I’m here for more than a chat,” Kate gets to business with her hands going to interlock on the desk. “There wasn’t any recoverable footage of your mother’s attack. The footage was wiped, just like with Samson’s death.”

“I’m getting really tired of this, y’know?” The anger is swift, even as your shock mixes with it. “If I hit one more dead end, I’m going to lose my mind, Laswell. One after the other, after the other—what is going on?” Your words are slow and even, tone grating. 

Kate watches you. “And there won’t be any footage of this conversation, either. I’ve asked Alex to erase it after we’re done here.”

You straighten, head snapping back. “...What the hell?”

The woman motions with a hand. “There’s too much at stake to be reckless. I’m not taking any chances.” She blinks, face growing serious again; eyes like steel. “Spitfire, the only people who you can rely on are myself and Alex. Anyone outside of that is a possible breach of security. From now on, Keller is taking you on as his charge full-time and I’m telling him to place all of his resources into your protection.”

Not all of that is new—but the one person being left out of this is telling. 

“What about my mom?” Your flesh tightens, confusion leaking inside of your chest. “Alex is her guard, Gaz is mine.”

“Kyle isn’t here anymore, and he’s not going to be coming back anytime soon,” Kate relays, leaning closer as you grimace. “Your mother is getting moved to a larger base across the state where there are more trusted eyes to watch her.”

You have to snort at that, grabbing the top of your laptop and shutting it firmly. “What? Why?” 

Blue eyes only watch you silently. 

“Laswell,” your voice grows more stern. “Why?”

“Why was there a gun in your nightstand?” 

Face heating, your lips pull into a line. “I’m not playing word games with you.” With such stubborn and headstrong women in the same room, there was never going to be an impactful conversation. “I’m angry,” you grunt. “I’m tired, and I’m not going to be carted around anymore. I want answers.”

“I don’t have the answers you need, Spitfire,” Kate eases. “But I’m not going to let you die.”

“That’s the least of my worries,” you utter under your breath. 

The blonde is the epitome of a brick wall, yet there are moments when something nearer to guilt takes you by surprise. But at the mention of Gaz afterwards, your attention is taken back from where you play with your coin to a near-embarrassing degree. 

“He was adamant on staying,” Laswell began. “Kyle. It was unlike him—he was always willing to do what he had to in order to complete the job; if he felt he needed to leave, I trusted him.” You stare without a visible emotion on your face. “I didn’t expect him to try and take back his word. The Sergeant never does that.”

Perhaps there was really something wrong with you because the heat that infects your face is something of a mystery to your senses. You don’t answer Kate as her eyes narrow on you. 

“If it’s the time for apologies, then I think I need to offer my own,” your body flinches, fingers in your pocket jerking as the lamp across the room flickers. Laswell sighs again, and you find it’s something she does often. “I’m sorry I dragged you into your father’s faults. I’m not a mother, but to think if I was and my own child was put into that position is…troubling. I didn’t get into this job to intentionally leave others traumatized. If you need to blame anyone, then you can blame me for everything that happened to you: during and after.”

Your mind at this point is immune to mostly everything—gunshots and weapons to your head; blood and gore and pain. Then why did the softer things make your heart constrict like a vice? Staring at the woman’s nose, your legs shift with a strange unease before your hand goes to rub at your arm as you mutter. 

“Okay.” Your hair nearly stands on end, but Kate moves a hand to show you she’s not done.

“Just listen, you don’t have to speak.” Shoulders shrugging, you settle back, eyes slipping to the journal as you grasp at it and tap at the cover. 

“I had you under surveillance ever since your father was killed.” The blonde moves to push her hair back and glances at the door. You hum—not surprised. “I know what you went through during the first year, and I want to tell you that—”

“I appreciate it,” you interrupt, and you stand and grab your items in one motion. Laptop and journal in hand, your lips tighten as you hold back the snappy barks you want to let loose like an animal. The sentiment was enough, you didn’t need to hear the woman talk all about it right now. There were more important things than your shortcomings. 

Coughing, you hide your mouth in your arm and blink away the weakness of your legs; spine hunching lightly as the sounds of violent hacking echo. Kate stands quickly, moving forward with a sheen of concern; you step back, swallowing down bile. 

Seconds later, you stand fully and wipe at a thick stream of fluid dripping from the side of your mouth. Looking at your hand, you find the red streak of blood less of a shock than it should have been, but nonetheless startling. You blink at it rapidly, a droplet slipping down your chin. 

“Spitfire,” Kate swiftly, face going grim. 

“No,” your word is so final it makes even yourself pause. 

Without another line written to your story, you move to the door and slip out with a soft limp, still coughing with every grated breath coming through your throat. The woman is left behind you as your legs bring you down the dark hall—items all carried precariously in one hand before the shakiness makes you hold them with both. 

You rub your mouth over the fabric of your shirt located on your shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment as your head goes light. Grunting in the back of your mouth, you taste blood before you swallow it all down, sagging into the wall as your back makes the stiff connection right when you turn the corner. 

“What the…” you lightly knock your skull back, eyelids moving as your pulse flies. Shaking your head, you stubbornly shove off and walk on, patting at your pocket trying to find your phone—you needed to call Gaz soon. 

Exiting the back of the building, the chilled night pushed in around you; your jacket giving you some protection as you extend your walk to nowhere and end up a small distance away near an outdoor metal table and chairs. There was no one else in this portion of the base anymore, besides Alex, Laswell, yourself, and your mother; it had been entirely vacated until an entire breakdown of the events prior could be processed. New soldiers were being cycled in and out on a daily basis, though they stayed far away. 

Your eyes looked upward every time you saw a new C-17 touch the skyline, dipping lower. A piece of you hoped everyone was carrying your Sergeant. 

The conversations you both had were more open by the day—perhaps being away from one another had allowed you the area to be free of possible embarrassment up-front. You shared stories more as well; in fact, it might have been your favorite part of the day when you could hear Gaz speak to you. No matter what time you called, he always answered.  

Dropping down into the chair, you cough once more, growling when you can feel the fluid slipping down the back of your throat. Your fingers flinch for a good sip of coffee, but there’s work to do, and you don’t want to go back inside right now. It was your own imagination, but there had to have been the sleek shadow of a black cat in the corner of your vision as you turned back on the laptop, moving open the journal with the same cracking spine. 

You frown, bending the thing as the noise grows before you put it on the table as well. 

Hands coming up, you rest your chin on them and glare when the password icon pops back up. Your head struggles to focus above the lack of your guard, the conversation with Laswell, and the nagging knowledge of something in the back of your mind. Something, something, something.

What were you missing—why was all of this stopping before it began? 

No footage? What was up with that? This was a damn military base; there was always surveillance going on. 

Who?

Who?

Who?

Your mother had been attacked—injured. A man had been shot under the bounds of an interrogation room seconds before spilling the truth.

“I’m missing something,” you hiss, scoffing to yourself as you grind out ragged words. “It’s something obvious; I have to know what it is. Why can’t I understand it?” 

It was like reading a story in a foreign language while knowing the base plotline. All of the elements were there, but the words were dots and dashes. 

With everything happening, college was all but forgotten—you hadn’t done any work, no projects, or even looked at your emails. Your degree was all but forgotten by now. Dust. 

“Goodbye future,” you grunt, sarcastic even now. 

Moving back from the laptop, you grab the journal again and flip through a few more pages, a chilled breeze going across the semi-open area. The answer was here—you knew that at the very least. Your father was a smart man; he’d leave you something to help you.

Hopefully.

The spine cracks again, and your eyes spark with annoyance as you flip the thing to the side. 

“Jesus,” you growl. “I know you’re old, but c’mon. Spare me the breaking bones unless you’re going to give me the password.” Out of half of an addled brain, you turn the journal and look down the open top of the threaded spine, peering between the gap of the material of the cover and the mesh of the pages. It wasn’t done with any intent or curiosity—it was a spur-of-the-moment reaction, and yet, that was what always led to some sort of revelation. 

Yet, you couldn’t have fathomed to see something stuffed down the back of that journal. Your father’s journal. The man who pleaded for your life with such fever before a bullet had caved his skull in; the man who worked and provided a life for you despite his hidden actions. 

The man you see haunting you every time you close your eyes.  

As your blood-stained lips part in utter shock, you grasp the spine and pull it back from the binds, hearing the faint pop of glue as if it were far away from your ears and not right in front of you. With something akin to shell shock in your eyes, you pull out a folded piece of paper as slowly as a newborn dear taking its first steps. 

When you slip the thing open, it’s not the picture that you first look at—it’s your father's handwriting of the ripped letter dated exactly three days before he died. Your eyes slip the torn edges, the pen script that was ingrained into your understanding of who your father was. 

It started as it always did. With you.

‘...I think I had some influence over her, and I’m a bit afraid of wondering if she actually enjoys the topic of history, or if it’s just because I do. I worry, I think, about that and her education. I want her to be happy—more than anything I want her to enjoy the future that I’ve tried to keep safe for her. 

Even if it all comes to a head, I’m afraid she’ll suffer for the things that have taken place, and that isn’t something I can forgive myself for. I tried so hard to get out of it, and I already knew none of it worked. 

But…I suppose that’s my cross, isn’t it? 

My daughter was never involved, and in that, there’s a small part of me that can say I did a good job, even if it’s as simple as that. If her future lies in History, in that museum, or in something so wild and fantastic I can’t even imagine it, I’m just proud to get to call her my own. There are worse things than saying that your child is a steel-headed girl. She’s going to do great things; be great at whatever she decides. 

I hope I get to make it to her graduation. I think that would make it all worth it.’

The exact date and year of your graduation are printed below the sentence, printed out until your tears smack the page, ink around it smearing a bit. Your broken breath is reduced to quivered inhalations, a certain kind of heartbreak in your chest that extends down your legs and up your arms; breeding in the very back of your brain until a sob is echoing over the darkened earth. But there isn’t time to cry—to address the agony spreading in your blood. 

‘With everything I’ve done, there isn’t a chance that if I die I’ll see her again. I just hope that she finds someone who can be the opposite of what I and her mother have been. Someone to make her laugh and smile. Hell, to feel giddy about. I want to see that from her—one of those smiles that I used to get when I first met my wife; innocent things.

She needs someone kind and smart. I’d approve of nothing less. But above all, they need to be loyal.’

The picture in your hands falls to the ground before you can catch it, sweaty fingers jerking as you read the last line in a flurry of emotions, not understanding the gravity of them.

‘Everything her mother isn’t.’

It shows your mother, your dad, and a male stranger in front of the mansion. All were dressed nicely, and a smile was on your mom’s face. Your father, who, for the first time you can remember since the abduction, looked…grim. The stranger as well, though his square face was devoid of any blood to be seen. 

Terrified.

Your tears smack the image sharply, quickly, free hand moving to grasp at your coin and twiddle the thing out in the light, slipping it between your fingers in practiced ease. It helps you focus when the coffee isn't able to. A reminder. A caution. 

Think.

You stare into the stranger's face, and something about the eyes of him is wrong to you; familiar in a way that makes you want to run. Your father’s hands are clenched. Your mother’s face is sharp. 

Flipping the image over, there are three names. 

Your father's.

Your mother’s.

And Samson Row’s

The moment the name registered, there was a small click from behind you. 

A chilled barrel is pressed into the back of your skull, and into the night the shot ricochets across the airwaves like an executioner's bell.

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[so-long-soldier-writes]

He’s Like A Puppy

kai parker x reader

summary: an argument starts up when damon and bonnie return to the boarding house to find you and kai spending time together. it goes south when you start to defend kai against your friends' remarks.

≪ originally publishes on ao3: 2/24/23 ≫

tags: discussion of murder, cupcakes, small biblical references, fluff

word count: 967

“Don’t you see that he’s dangerous? You’re insane to think otherwise,” Bonnie scolds you, pointing at Kai in the corner.

Kai, who, at this very moment, is sitting on a stool with a cupcake, a bit of the frosting on his nose.

“Very dangerous,” you comment, holding back a chuckle. 

She rolls her eyes, “you didn’t see him in the prison world. You don’t know what he’s done.”

“Killed some people? Doesn’t everyone do that around here?”

“So you think it’s okay?”

“I mean, no, it’s not okay, but if we’re gonna declare Kai evil because he killed a couple folks, then everyone else here is, too. I mean, hell. Stefan’s been a ripper, Damon’s… Damon, Elena’s famous for turning off her humanity, Caroline’s temperamental.”

“Y/N, he massacred his family, there’s a difference.”

“Is there? Killing your family, or killing strangers who had lives and families that you know nothing about? And for all we know, maybe it was a Menedez’ brothers situation.”

“Okay, yes, I see your point about the strangers. But are you implying it’s okay to kill your family if they hurt you a teensy bit?”

“May I just say it was more than a teensy bit?” Kai interrupts.

“Shut up-”

“You shut up, Damon, I’m trying to hear all sides of this story.”

“Y/N, you’re talking crazy right now! He’s a liar. A manipulative, sociopathic liar. Besides, his name’s Malachai, for heaven’s sake! He said it himself, ‘it’s like his parents expected him to be evil’.”

You chuckle.

“What’s so funny about that?” Damon’s eyes narrow. 

“You do know that ‘Malachai’ literally means ‘angel’, right? In fact, it’s a Biblical name. Malachai was a prophet of… y’know that actually doesn’t matter. Regardless, you can’t tell that someone’s evil based on their name. Unless that name is literally, like, Lilith. Or Lucifer.”

“Whatever. You can’t trust someone based on their name, either,” she counters.

“Didn’t say I trust him off his name. Just said we should treat him as we do everyone else in this massive fucking house that’s killed a bunch of people. And how do we treat them? Oh yeah - with understanding, and reason.”

“He stabbed me in the gut, Y/N.”

“So has Damon.”

“Yeah, but I have the right to kill her because we’re friends.”

“Do you even hear yourself when you speak, or is it white noise in your head while a little mouse plays scrabble with sentences?”

“Uncalled for.”

“Was it?”

They’re left at a standstill. No one is sure what to say next. 

“Okay,” you carefully start, “whether or not you trust Kai, he’s here. And, for reasons I don’t know but I also don’t care, he’s been staying here, at the boarding house. Now, since I’m your out-of-town friend, I am also staying here, at the boarding house. So what’s wrong with us hanging out since we’re quite often, literally the only two people here?”

They, again, see the point in your statement, but continue to bicker about it anyway.

“He could hurt you.”

“Could, yeah. But we were chilling for two hours before you guys came back. Nothing happened.”

“Except he’s eating the cupcakes that Elena specifically made for the party tonight.”

“Maybe you shoulda labeled them ‘no touching’ or something.”

“Are you defending him over this now?”

“Well now I’m just pointing out the obvious.”

“I just… Elena’s going to be pissed when she finds her cupcakes gone.”

“Only one’s gone, she’ll barely notice.”

“I’ll tell her he stole it.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, what’s she gonna do? Make him throw it back up?”

“One, gross. Two… maybe I’ll just let her finally kill him. That would solve a lot of our problems.”

You can’t help but smirk, “and we’ve come full circle. House of killers.”

Damon’s eyes widen as he realizes, “wait. No, wait. But it’s, ack, you suck. Fine. She won’t kill him. Just get him out of the kitchen.”

You shrug and make your way over to Kai, who’s now licking icing off his fingers. “Wanna go watch a movie?”

“Sure.” The answer is hesitant, but his excitement is given away with a sparkle in his eyes. 

“What? This was the original problem, Damon! They can’t be alone together! What if he snaps again?”

“Bonnie,” you take a deep breath, “he’s not going to hurt me.”

“How do you know that?”

“Look at him - he’s like a puppy. Just needs a friend and he’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. We’re gonna go get out of your hair, get out of your cupcakes, and watch a movie.” You state, taking his hand. 

“Call if you need anything,” Bonnie just rolls her eyes.

“Might need a grocery store run, but I won’t need help.”

“Whatever.”

◇◇◇◇

Halfway up the stairs, Kai looks behind him to face you, “why’d you call me a puppy?”

“Because you are one. Y’know, I mean what I said. I trust you, and you’re safe with me. You just need some company, Kai. It couldn’t have been easy being isolated for eighteen years.”

“So… you’re gonna be my company?”

“Is that okay?”

He smiles, his dimples showing on the sides of his face, “mhm.”

“Good. But two things… one, if you’re ever feeling angry or uneasy, come to me first, okay? I don’t want them to hurt you, so give me a chance to help you through it.”

“Okay.”

“And two, let’s not eat any more of Elena’s cupcakes. I know, pissing her off is fun sometimes, and they’re really good cupcakes. But we can make our own so Damon doesn’t kill us.”

“Fine, I won’t eat hers.”

“Sounds good. Thank you, Kai.”

“Thank you, actually. Um, for defending me earlier, and being a friend.”

“Of course. Now, let’s go watch a movie. I have Oreos in my room.”

[harlowsbby]

Out Of Luck

Requested, Can you write something about jealous Jack? Or him being a bit overprotective.

“You know with you not talking to him it’s eating him alive.” Ace said as he joined you at the back of the tour bus.

You rolled your eyes and looked up seeing Jack already looking at you, the minute the two of you made eye contact he immediately turned away.

“Good, he should be upset the way he acted was honestly uncalled for and you know that Ace.” You told him and turned back around not wanting to be bothered.

Ace sighed and stood up and made his way back over to Jack who looked at his friend with a desperate and hopeful expression.

“So, what did she say? Does she forgive me?” Ace shook his head.

“Nope she’s still very much upset but I think you need to be the one to go over there and talk to her.” Ace told Jack.

“Why should I have to say sorry? I was just looking out for her.” Jack was just as stubborn as you at times the two of you would go weeks without speaking before apologizing to one another.

“What even happened man? I come back on the bus and she’s over there and you’re over here looking like you just lost your best friend.” Jack groaned and ran his hands over his face.

“I don’t even know I just let my jealousy get the best of me. It’s a long story.” Ace shrugged his shoulders and leaned back into his seat.

“We got lots of time so fill me in.”

flashback.

“Wait, wait you’re telling me that Apple Juice is more superior than Orange Juice?” The bartender asked in disbelief.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying and you can’t make me think otherwise.” You proudly stated and took a sip of your drink.

“But how? It’s so boring and basic.” He stated. “It is not! Apple Juice whenever it’s nice and cold it just feels so good it’s nice and crispy.” You explained to him.

“You’re insane there is no way Apple Juice beats Orange Juice.” He chuckled. “We can agree to disagree.”

“What is she doing?” Jack grumbled as he eyed down Joey and You.

“Looks like she’s making a friend which is normal so don’t do anything.” Urban told him.

Being on the tour bus 24/7 got a bit too much sometimes with everyone being all under one another a break sometimes was needed.

Which is why for tonight Jack suggested that you all go out and just have some fun, but Jack wasn’t having any fun instead he was sitting in the corner of the club sulking and pouting.

“She’s allowed to make friends I don’t own her but she isn’t making friends with that guy.” He told Urban and made his way over to you.

“I bet you $100 she’s gonna be ignoring him for a few days.” 2fo said as the two of them watch Jack make his way over towards the bar.

“I bet you $200 he’ll end up crying.” Urban said.

“I bet you all $300 that Y/N ends up making him take her out shopping or something as a form of an apology.” They all laughed because they all knew they were right.

“So what are you doing here? You’re just here alone?” Joey asked you and you shook your head, you went to answer but Jack answered for you.

“She’s here with me, her man.” He bitterly stated and put an arm around your shoulder, you sat there awkwardly because you already knew how this was going to end.

“Oh you must be Jack! I’ve heard a lot about you!” Joey smiled and stuck his hand out for Jack to shake but when Jack didn’t his hand slowly lowered.

“Well alright then, I’ll let you two be.” Joey gave you a small smile before going to the back.

“What are you doing over here? Why aren’t you with us in the section.” Jack asked you. “Because I don’t wanna just sit there I wanna walk around and mingle.” You stated.

“Okay well you can mingle with someone else that isn’t the bartender.” Your eyebrows scrunched up.

“Are you jealous or something? He wasn’t even doing anything to me, or is it me you don’t trust?”

He smacked his lips. “Now come on you know that isn’t true.” Jack said.

“Okay so why can’t I sit here? I wasn’t do anything.” You stated your voice rising slightly.

“I just don’t want you sitting with over here with him. I’m not stupid I know how guys think Y/N he was looking you up and down like a snack.”

You shook your head at him you were in disbelief that he’d even act this way, you get it most guys were dogs but you thought he’d have at least an inch of faith in you that you’d never cheat or whatever he thought was going to happen.

“Alright bro.” You spat and stood up. “Bro? I’m not your bro, don’t do that.” You turned to face him and rolled your eyes at him. “You just rolled your eyes at me?” He said with a raised brow.

“Oh, so now you wanna try and control my face? honestly what’s your issue last time I checked I’m grown. You say you trust me but it doesn’t look like it.” You told him your voice slightly rising.

“I do trust you baby but let’s talk about this on the bus though.” He mumbled and went to grab your arm but you pulled back.

“No, what now you’re embarrassed? Just say you can’t trust me. Or that you’re too overprotective or whatever.” When you didn’t get a response you already knew your answer.

“I can’t believe you Jack.” You stood up and made your way out of the club, the crowd that had formed faded away when you left.

flashback over.

“And now she won’t talk to me and I don’t blame her, I embarrassed her.” Jack groaned and tossed his head back.

Ace shook his head at his friend even though Ace loved the two of you what Jack did was very wrong.

“You know what you need to do Jack, put the pride to the side and go say sorry.” Jack nodded his head.

“Yeah you’re right Ace.” Jack stood up and made his way to where you sat.

The last thing he wanted to do was to make you ever second guess him or the relationship the two of you had. He knew he needed to make things right.

“Babe.” He said as he made his way into the little room in the back of the tour bus.

“Yes Jack?” You mumbled not even bothering to look up from your phone. “Can you look at me please.” He urged.

You placed your phone down and turned around to look at Jack, he had a frown displayed on his face.

“I’m sorry for the way I acted it shouldn’t have acted like that in front of all those people.” He told you.

“What was the reason though? You know I’d never even think about cheating on you.” You told him and patted the spot next to you so he’d sit.

“I just feel like one day you’ll leave me for someone who doesn’t have a as stressful or busy lifestyle. I love you and only you Jack.”

He smiled and laid down on the bed pulling you on top of him. “I’m sorry again baby, do you forgive me?”

You thought about it for a few seconds before a small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “I’ll forgive you under one condition?”

“Uh oh.”

time skip.

“What is this shit? The game is going to be on in ten minutes.” Nemo said as he walked into the tour bus with Urban, Ace and Druski.

“It’s mean girls it’s really good and it’s what we’re watching tonight isn’t that right babe?” You smiled and asked Jack as you leaned into him some more.

“That’s right babe I’m so excited to be watching all these chick flicks with you tonight.” He lied, the last thing he wanted to do was watch a bunch of girly movies.

“What? Are you kidding me or something? The cowboys are playing against the raiders.” Urban stated.

“So, we’re watching Regina George getting hit by a bus for right now.” You stated. The guys groaned but nonetheless took a seat around the tv together.

“Why are we watching this?” Urban whispered to Jack. “Because it’ll make her happy and she won’t be upset.” He whispered back.

“You’re so whipped.” Urban whispered back.

(writers block is kicking my ass but I hope you still love this anon and everyone else 💘)

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ HAPPY ACCIDENTS ─ YUKI TSUNODA

YUKI TSUNODA x f!gf!reader

⌗︙・ summary — yuki tries to soft-launch your relationship at the miami GP, but things don't exactly go according to plan...

genre — social media au

notes — apologies for the delayed upload, school has been a bitch to deal with 😭 i basically only had time to work on this in between exams and projects, hence why it's set around the miami gp (because that's when i started working on it fghafhsd). also i'm STILL MAD that yuki was out of points solely because of that (imo) undeserved penalty in barcelona... but... sigh. anyways here's the awaited yuki fic, hope u enjoy!

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PRE-RACE INTERVIEW WITH: YUKI TSUNODA | MIAMI GRAND PRIX 2023

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🏷  yukitsunoda0511

alphataurif1  Miami dump with Yuki and a certain someone special 😉🤫

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yourusername  the third pic my gosh 😭 your hair!!!

yukitsunoda0511  😅❤️ alphataurif1  Windswept Yuki is the best Yuki!

tripodgasly  when we said feed us crumbs we didn’t mean literally 😭😭😭 GIVE US MOREEEEE!!!!!

chuckeleclerc  that height difference omlllllll cant believe yuki actually found someone shorter than him LOL

alexalbono  HELP THAT WAS SO UNCALLED FOR 💀💀 chuckeleclerc  NO IT WAS A COMPLIMENT 😭 theyre super cute 🫶🫶

yourusername  wow this guy’s gorgeous, is he single by any chance?

yukitsunoda0511  Nope 😂😂 I love my girlfriend ☺️ yourusername  blushing screaming throwing up rn yukiiifan22  omg??

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yourusername  in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy 🫶 honestly it was a miracle that i got yuki in the water after daniel’s little stunt…

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yourbestfriend  looking HAWTTT 🔥 my favourite f1 wag confirmed #teamyukiy/n

yourusername  thank god my account is still private because you’re embarrassing asf 🙄 yourbestfriend  you know you love me

danielricciardo  Should’ve been there to see his face when I pushed him in!

yourusername  he was grumbling the whole way home, trust me, i know yukitsunoda0511  I was not grumbling… danielricciardo  All in good fun mate 😂 Get revenge on the track next year, how’s that sound? yukitsunoda0511  Looking forward 👍  

pierregasly  stay away from my boyfriend >:(

yourusername  homie hopper… go chat up estie bestie u traitor estebanocon  Hey, I don’t want him either! 😂😂 pierregasly  Rude 😒

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f1wagupdates  Submitted by anon ❤️ It appears that Yuki Tsunoda has been having a fruitful break in between the Miami and Imola Grand Prix! The Japanese driver was spotted walking hand in hand with what appears to be his girlfriend, two days after his 23rd birthday and five days after revealing his relationship on the official Formula 1 YouTube channel. Little is known about the Alpha Tauri driver’s lover, but we do know that their height difference is adorable 🥰

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tifosi5516  liked by pierre gasly LOL

pierregasly  💔

carlo55ainzfan  LMFAOOOO ariana what are you doing here???

estiebestieee  STOPPPP their height difference is actually everything… short and shorter my HEARTTTT

mickyschumacher  yuki actually looks tall for once HAHAHA

formulaonefanatic  and NO ONE has her @ ??? seriously????

landonando  yuki talking about going public then literally no one knows who she is FGHFDSHGF sirhamilgoat  leave them alone smh, yuki has talked about how he likes to keep his personal life private formulafire  if he talked about going public in his post race interview… what else do they expect ??? sirhamilgoat  yall could just treat them like human beings?? we aren’t entitled to anything from them...

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www.dailymail.co.uk/sport/formulaone/article-220511

NO SOFT LAUNCH: FORMULA ONE DRIVER YUKI TSUNODA GETS SUDDEN SHOCK AS GIRLFRIEND’S INSTAGRAM HACKED – WHO IS Y/N L/N?

Twitter was sent into a frenzy on Sunday, as AlphaTauri driver Yuki Tsunoda sneakily revealed during his post-race interview that his previously-unknown beau was in attendance at the Miami GP!

Tsunoda has been notoriously quiet about his private life, leaving fans stunned at the seemingly out-of-nowhere revelation. The Internet quickly began to scour for the unknown woman online, however with what little information they had, quickly turned up empty. Though, the commotion evidently attracted the attention of the team at AlphaTauri themselves. On Monday, their official Instagram account uploaded a post commemorating the weekend, in which Tsunoda’s girlfriend was also featured.

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Eagle-eyed fans may have noted that both Yuki Tsunoda and the AlphaTauri Instagram account were both cheekily interacting with a private account. Soon, rumours were flying that this account was indeed run by Tsunoda’s girlfriend. As seen above, a quick look reveals that numerous Formula 1 drivers including Pierre Gasly, Lando Norris, Daniel Ricciardo, and Tsunoda himself, are following the account.

Some were not so convinced, however. Fans were also quick to question the account’s authenticity, with some expressing doubts on whether the account owner was even the alleged girlfriend herself.  However, these rumours were soon revealed to be true. On Tuesday, the account – which had previously been private with little over 300 followers – mysteriously became public. Fans immediately flocked to the account, taking to Twitter and Instagram to report their findings. With her most recent post being a dedication to her boyfriend and her time “in miamiiiiii with my boyyyyyy”, there is little doubt that the account’s owner – whom we can now confirm is Y/N L/N – is in fact the Japanese driver’s girlfriend!

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The reason for the account’s sudden change in privacy is unknown, though some theorise that the account was hacked, perhaps by an extremely dedicated fan. Daily Mail has reached out to Tsunoda, AlphaTauri, and Y/N L/N herself for comment.

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yourusername  all the rumours are true 🤫

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lolasformula  THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCEEEEEE

muppetlando  mother and father. PARENTS!

francisca.cgomes  can’t wait for another double date with you two!

yourusername  same!!! but we’ll have to confiscate pierre’s phone first 🤭🤭 pierregasly  😳😂

yukitsunoda0511  My girl 🫶

yukitsunoda0511  The prettiest always 😊

yukitsunoda0511  素敵 (Lovely)

yukitsunoda0511  Can’t take my eyes off you

pierregasly  I think we get the point mate lewishamilton  Lay off the guy, he’s in love!            Liked by yukitsunoda0511, yourusername

yukitsunda0511  愛してる ❤️ (I love you)

yourusername  forever & always ❤️

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[yanderu-deredere]

chew.

★ you get really drunk but that's okay! despite these strangers being a bunch of guys you just randomly met, you trust them! they'd never do anything to you! at least, nothing you don't want!

a/n: was gunna work on the third part of the slasher yanderes but actually the werewolf yanderes did so well that i wrote this dirty rag i pass off as smut instead also lowkey one of my fav yandere blogs followed me becos of the werewolf fic sooo i have to write this LOL

important: for everyone that read the first part, i HEAVILY added some stuff so please re-read that before coming over here and reading this so it makes sense

also also this is the smut scene and theyre all men so please don't be gross in the notes or in my inbox about like butt stuff cus like they're men and they have butts idk what to tell you. one of the warnings is heavy ass play.

and please don't report my post becos that's literally so petty and rude and uncalled for, especially since it's properly tagged and censored (is that the right word? you know what i mean)

part one (bite.) ★ part two ★ (here) ★ extras (bite and chew.) ★ extras (taste) ★ part three ★ (swallow.) ★ part four (digest.)

pairing: poly werewolves x male reader word count: 3589

general warning: reader is cheating, bottom reader has male parts and pronouns, reader is implied to be attracted to both genders, reader is definitely under the influence of alcohol, yanderes may be under the influence of the moon? real wildt, biphobia becos leonard assumed reader is straight, polyam ending (all three with reader)

sexual warnings: very dubious consent, descriptive ass play, leonard is a power bottom, one hard spank, reader is fucked and gets fucked, voyeurism because mel watches a little

You felt yourself start to get sleepy. It only made sense, after all. Your stomach was full, you had your fill of alcohol and, now, you had a great time with your new friends.

Before you could drift off, though, a scene in the movie the four of you decided on caught your eye.

It was some angsty romance about a girl who moved to a new town and was caught between choosing two werewolves or a vampire as a lover. You had heard of it but never really watched it.

You think it was because your girlfriend trashed it all the time?

Shows what she knew since you ended up really enjoying it. The cinematography was great, the actors and actresses were all great and the plot was typical for the genre but still interesting.

What you hadn't expected was that it just had full blown porn as one of the scenes.

You watched as one of the werewolves pushed the girl into the male locker room? Felt illegal but you stored that in the back of your mind. The other werewolf was already in there and caught her.

They sandwiched her in between the two of them and started making out, their hands hurriedly stripping her clothes as she watched them swap spit.

You couldn't help it. There was something about the, emmm, artistic filming of the two rugged men kissing that had your cock twitching in your pants.

With wide eyes, you continued to watch them strip her and start fucking her in the middle of the male locker rooms. Something about marking her as theirs or something? Making her their mate? Covering her in their scent?

This was so wild and what was even more wild was that your cock was steadily getting harder as you continued to observe them basically make a meal out of her body and impale her on their cocks.

You felt a breath against your ear "What, you like?"

You pretty much jumped in your seat, your hand clapping over your ear as you snapped to look at Leonard who smirked wolfishly at you, chuckling at your probably scared expression.

You just scoffed at him, pushing him away "I may have a girlfriend but I'm not blind."

My cock isn't either. You wanted to add. You'd never denied your attraction to men and women. Just because you were with a woman didn't stop you from ogling at men.

"Wait, really." Leonard was leaning against you again, trying to peer at your face to see if you were being serious "I thought you were just one of those poser straight guys that flirted platonically but would go 'Ohh, but like, I'm not gay or anything' and deny it."

You were really offended by his insinuation but decided to give him the benefit of your doubt "It's whatever. I'm attracted to both men and women."

You expected him to leave it at that but, suddenly, he smirked even more, looking quite pleased with himself "Oh, really?"

Then, he took you by the wrist and pressed it to his dick. You could feel it, even over his jogging pants, how hard and stiff and big it was.

He leaned forward, lips ghosting your ears "You know you made it like this."

"M-Me?" Your fingers twitched, unsure whether you wanted to pull your hand away or tease him through his clothes.

You felt his hips jolt up desperately to meet your palm and you looked down to see him tenting. Just seeing how hard he was and feeling it were two different things.

Seeing it and feeling it made it feel more real, made it feel like you should do something about it.

Distantly, you heard Mel say Leonard's name in a warning tone but you were simply too focused on the fact that you gave such a beautiful man like Leonard such an obvious hardon.

Then, Leonard was suddenly growling like an animal and pushing your hand away. You felt both relieved and disappointed, thinking that was that. Maybe Mel didn't want him doing anything?

You were dead wrong. Instead, Leonard was taking off his shirt and kicking off both his pants and his briefs.

"Gods, I've been waiting for your dumb fucking ass to make a move and fuck me all night." Leonard huffed, rolling his pretty blue eyes. "You're just as oblivious as you are gorgeous."

Another distant warning tone from Mel that you would've listened to but you just couldn't find any space in your brain to do anything but watch, mesmerized, as Leonard undressed.

You would take a few more moments to observe how handsome he looked without his glasses if it weren't for the fact that his cock, all pale and pink and girthy, curving up to his belly button, took all your attention.

"Hey, eyes up here, moron." Leonard tried again before kneeling in front of you and, finally, just taking your face into his hands and pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

It was absolutely filthy. His mouth was open, tongue practically fucking your mouth and coaxing your tongue to play, like he was trying to eat you alive or something.

It made you feel so light-headed, like you just couldn't think.

No thoughts passed through your head. You kissed him back. Your brain was empty. He pressed forward and your back bowed, trying to accommodate his body as you guys made out, chest to chest, his cock pressed against your clothed torso.

You could feel the wet spot on your shirt that his pre-cum made.

Then, just as suddenly as he started, Leonard was pulling away. Your eyes were unfocused for a second, like you didn't know where you were, like he sucked out your brain.

The first thing you noticed were how blue his eyes were, almost like they were the sky. They were so clear, so beautiful, just like the rest of him. Then, he was pulling away even more, taking the pillow on your lap with him.

You were still very drunk. Surprisingly, the kiss did nothing to sober you up. So, honestly, your broken train of thought didn't track that he would bend over for you.

In fact, part of you had thought (and slightly hoped) that he would've ripped your clothes off and bent you over.

Instead, he took your pillow and hugged it to his chest as he fisted his cock and bent to show you his cute round butt.

It was an ass you'd more than love to fuck, if you were being honest.

The biggest surprise wasn't his ass, however. A good looking guy like him? It was expected that his ass looked good too.

No, the biggest surprise was what was already in his ass. Nestled between his ass cheeks was a pink glass butt plug in the shape of a rose.

The rose was big enough that it pushed his ass cheeks apart and the glass was translucent enough so you could see the ring of his ass struggle to accommodate the rest of the plug.

You couldn't even imagine how he would've looked like, taking the butt plug in. Or how he would look when you slowly took it out of him.

But, then, you remembered.

You had a girlfriend that was waiting for you back at the bonfire. Or, maybe, not at the bonfire but definitely at home. Or, maybe, not at home because she never liked visiting you at your place but--

It didn't matter. All that mattered was, no matter how shitty she was, you had a girlfriend and fucking Leonard's adorable shapely ass was considered cheating.

"Fuck, c'mon, take it out and just stick your cock in." Leonard groaned, pushing his ass towards you even more. When he did, it made the plug in him stick out a little, pushing it out a little before sucking it back in.

You groaned too, palming your dick through your pants, unsure of what to do. Looking at him like that, watching him desperately holding the base of his dick, offering himself off like he was a man possessed, did something to you.

"I-I can't--" You tried to valiantly say no but he whimpered, all helplessly and soft, like he'd die if you didn't help him out, even just a little.

You sighed before deciding to acquiesce a little by grabbing the base of the toy and slowly pulling it out. You watched as his walls seemed to protest, trying to suck it back in, before finally letting go.

"Please, more." He moaned so prettily when it popped right out, all loud and high-pitched.

You turned to Mel, a look of desperation like he was the only one that could help you. Instead of help, you were met with the sight of Mel cradling Isamu in his lap.

Mel was still fully clothed but Isamu was completely naked from the waist down. Isamu's back was against Mel's chest, his cock in Mel's fist, completely hard, flushing dark brown-red at the tip and leaking so much pre-cum.

You hadn't even realised that the two of them had started getting it on behind you

Just watching them made you dizzy

You didn't think Mel was even paying attention to you for a second but, as soon as your eyes were on them, Mel's eyes snapped to you like he was hyper aware of you and you swore his eyes were glowing.

He was looking at you in a way that made you feel so small, that made you feel like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves.

And he certainly looked wolfish, the way his sharp teeth marked Isamu's neck up, leaving bruises and bitemarks all over his tan skin, the way his eyes glared, all predator, none of that polite man that welcomed you in his home left.

You felt a shiver go down your spine.

You wanted to run away but you felt rooted in place.

You saw Mel's mouth move but whether he was mouthing something to Isamu or just mouthing at his neck, you couldn't tell. All you could hear was your heart beating in your ears.

From the corner of your eyes, you could see Isamu's hips jerk hard into Mel's fist but Mel's fist was absolutely immovable. HIs entire demeanor seemed unwavering, like a steadfast predator who'd chase you down to the ends of the Earth.

The entire thing both mortified you and absolutely turned you on and you didn't know why.

"Hey! What the fuck! Hello, someone's ass is right in front of you?" Leonard started whacking your thigh with his free hand, his ass wiggling around again as if that would entice you.

You were pulled away from your thoughts and you turned back to him, sigh leaving your lips again. You knew Mel would be no help and Isamu looked like his brain was leaking out of his cock.

"Okay, okay, compromise." Leonard looked at you over his shoulder, desperation clear on his face.

It made him look surprisingly pathetic but also incredibly cute, especially with that adorable red flush to his face and the way he was staring at you with puppy eyes.

"Just the tip. The tip is all I need. Just an inch and I'll jerk myself off." He tried convincing you and, though you knew cheating was cheating, you couldn't help but feel just a bit sorry for him.

At least, it made sense in your absolutely alcohol drunk head.

"Fine." You stood, taking everything from the waist down off and piling it on top of Leonard's things. "Goddamnit, fine."

Leonard practically squealed "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

You nodded, positioning yourself behind him. He whimpered almost excitedly, shifting a little to position himself better. You spread his ass cheeks with your thumbs, testing his ass to see if the two of you needed any lube.

Surprisingly, he'd used so much silicone lube with the butt plug that some of it was still dribbling out.

You moved the head of your cock to press against his ass, pushing it in just a little. And, oh god, did it feel good. Leonard definitely already prepped himself and he was sucking you in so good.

"Shit." You huffed out, eyes screwing shut as you gripped his ass tighter in your hands "Just the tip. Just the tip."

You heard him babble agreements but, honestly, the words you were saying were mostly for yourself.

"Gunna jerk myself off. Gunna cum while I squeeze the tip of your fucking cock." Leonard moaned as he pushed himself back as much as you would allow him "Need you to jerk yourself off too. Need you to cum inside me. Please? Please?"

You nodded, unsure if he was looking at you because you still had your eyes shut. You were sure if you looked at him even a little bit, you'd bust a nut immediately.

You let go of one of his ass cheeks to grip the base of your cock, getting ready to either jerk yourself off or hold it to prevent yourself from coming.

Before you could do either, you felt someone slap your ass. The force of it pushed you forward and you were suddenly bent over Leonard, your cock much deeper into his ass than you were planning.

You moaned, both from the sting of pain on your ass and from Leonard's ass milking your cock. The only thing that prevented the whole thing from going in was your fist.

Hell, the only thing preventing you from cumming was your fist.

"What bad boys, leaving 'Samu out." Mel muttered behind you.

You didn't know what he looked like or what he was doing. You were too busy moaning, your hand on Leonard's ass gripping it like a lifeline, your forehead resting on the nape of his neck.

"Shit, shit, shit." Leonard so eloquently replied, his ass humping back against you "Move, you fuck head! Shit! Ohhh, your cock feels sooo good, baby."

You moaned again, unable to take Leonard's dirty talking in conjunction with his ass just strangling your dick as you tried to stay as still as possible.

As a way to placate him, you shifted your head, your lips brushing against his neck before your teeth nipped at his skin and started leaving hickeys.

"Oooh, fuck, baby." You heard a squirt before, suddenly, Leonard's hand sounded like it was jerking his own cock off with lube.

Was that Leonard's hand? Where'd he get lube?

The thought had barely entered your mind before there was another squirt and then you felt the cold chill of lube between your own ass cheeks.

Wait--

You looked over your shoulder to see Mel, looking down at you with that same piercing gaze in his eyes. This time, his mouth was stretched into a predatory grin, teeth too sharp and mouth too wide.

"Ya' know, 'Samu was feeling lonely." He told you matter-of-factly like that meant something but it wasn't Isamu that was pulling your ass cheeks apart.

Your eyes flickered around and, quickly, you spotted Isamu right beside Mel, cock in his hand, a dark flush on his entire face as he watched you and Leonard, mesmerised by the entire scene.

Before you could ask if you did anything to offend him, you felt one of Mel's thumbs start prodding at your ass and you groaned, your back bowing, your chest pressing against Leonard's chest and your hips pushing forward to get away.

Of course, since your cock was inside Leonard, it meant you were pushing more of it into him. Not that he was complaining. He was just babbling out obscenities, happy to take your cock as he jerked himself off.

"Now, now." Mel licked his lips, pulling you just a tad closer (and making Leonard complain a little) before pushing more of his thumb in "We need to make sure you're properly prepped to take Isamu."

"W-Why?" You stuttered out, cheeks feeling hot at the thought of taking that monster cock in your ass.

That had to count as double penetration and double cheating, right?

"You don't want to help him out?" Mel frowned at you and the disappointment on his face (however fake a part of you said it was) made your heart ache.

So, of course, you nodded and Mel smiled again, all wolfish and mischievous, obviously pleased with your answer.

He slowly fed more of his thumb into your ass, stretching it a bit more and pushing at your walls. You just took it obediently, your hips stilled by his strong calloused hands.

Then, when he thought you had enough of his thumb, he slowly took it out before replacing it with his fingers. That was definitely much thicker.

He started with one, which was easy to take. But then two felt impossible, especially when he started scissoring them, pushing your walls apart and forcing your ass to take it without moving your hips.

You whimpered and whined the entire time.

You think maybe Leonard came sometime while you were getting fingered but also maybe not because he continued fucking his own fist and desperately trying to hump your dick.

You still kept your hand on the base of your cock, trying your hardest to save that last handful of inches as if it would make a difference.

"What a good boy." Mel pressed a kiss to your lower back as he fucked his fingers in and out of you, the squelch of it just as obscene as the way your ass clenched and unclenched around his fingers

Then, finally, he pulled them out and didn't thrust them back in "I think you're ready for 'Samu's cock, don't you?"

You shook your head but you were too overwhelmed to really say anything else. The words just wouldn't come to your head. It seemed they just ignored your silent protest because Mel and Isamu switched spots swiftly.

Isamu put the blunt head of his dick to your ass and, before you could say anything, he was pushing in. And, god, he was absolutely hefty. Your hips were already trying their hardest to push forward, to get away, to do something against the stretch of it all.

"It's okay, you can do it, darling." Mel comforted you, his sticky hand rubbing up and down your back.

Isamu didn't seem to pay you any mind, absolutely enamoured by how your ass felt around him. He just kept going, pushing more and more in.

Probably the only thing stopping him from just pushing it all in one thrust was Mel's other hand on his lower stomach, reminding him to go slow.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his hips met your ass and you didn't feel like your guts were going to come out of your mouth anymore.

You sighed, relieved, only to cry out when you felt him pulling out and it was like he was taking everything with him.

There was another squirt of lube and then the second push in was much smoother but it didn't make it feel any less like he was carving his way into your guts.

"Give him your hand, darling." Mel suddenly ordered you when Isamu's hips met your ass again.

You complied, letting go of Leonard's ass so you could reach behind you and offer it to Isamu.

Isamu took your wrist and gave the inside of it a kiss before biting down. You screamed, of course, but you didn't think he bit hard enough to draw blood.

"I-Isamu?" You whimpered, looking over your shoulder at him with tears prickling your eyes.

Isamu just pressed gentle kisses to his bitemark and apologised. That was when you realised that the embarrassed shy flushed look on his face was gone, replaced with an almost feral determined shine in his eyes.

You couldn't even question him. You couldn't even open your mouth before he was drawing his hips back and fucking you with abandon.

You leaned your forehead against the nape of Leonard's neck again, moans and whimpers and whines leaving your lips as you felt Isamu fuck you with abandon.

Your grip on your cock tightened even more as you felt that familiar coil of heat in your stomach.

Then, without you noticing, you felt someone's lips against your ear. Mel? You couldn't tell, your brain felt like it was melting

"Give me your other hand too, darling."

You obeyed without even thinking and, with one hard thrust from Isamu, you were fully sheathed in Leonard. Immediately, you came spilling into Leonard's ass and Leonard moaned like a porn star when he felt it.

"I-- Hah! Uwah, came! I came! Wait-- I-- Hah, wait-- I, hah--" You panted, huffing and moaning as your toes curled and your body bended, plastering itself against Leonard.

Instead of stopping, Isamu just pressed himself tighter against you until the three of you were as close to each other as could be, Isamu's hips still jack rabbiting into yours, his cock pistoning in and out of you, causing your hips to fuck your cock (which should've been softening but was surprisingly still hard) in and out of Leonard.

Mel smirked, your hand in his, watching the three of you, a satisfied expression on his face. He pressed a kiss to your knuckles before wrapping your fingers around his cock.

Oh, how cute, you couldn't even wrap it entirely around. That was fine, he would come easily around your fingers. Just knowing it was you was enough to make him cum, after all.

Add the fact that now he knew you were theirs? Well, he'd cum in a couple pumps, no problem.

[wysteria-bloom]

rhythm of your heart -

dainsleif x f!reader

Warnings - none!

Genre - fluff

A/n - the way this man has an IRON GRIP around my heart. I take requests! Check my description for rules <3

“ You really don’t have to do this,” Dainsleif droned out for the 20th time that night, wincing as his headache worsened.

[name] gave him a deadpan expression, ceasing her healing for just a moment,” So… what? You want me to let you suffer, is that it? You’re my husband, you realise that right? Or has the erosion finally affected your memory?” She replied simply before she continued to heal him with her hydro vision, concentrated expression replacing her annoyed one.

Dainsleif’s eyebrow twitched at her words,” Uncalled for.” He stated.

” Mhm, no, I don’t believe it was.”

“ You’re rather feisty tonight, aren’t you? Are you perhaps mad at me?” He spoke out sarcastically, already knowing the answer.

[name] scoffed and narrowed her eyes at him,” Wow, no, how’d you guess?” She spat back at him with more sarcasm,” How am I not supposed to be when you ventured somewhere dangerous without me? You’re lucky the traveller was there to bring you to me, y’know?”

He didn’t argue with her, knowing full well she was in the right, swallowing his pride he decided to tell her so,”… You’re right.”

She didn’t respond, but upon seeing her slightly relaxed expression he knew that he had managed to appeal to her slightly.

“Why do you do this?” She sighed out tiredly,” We’re a team, aren’t we? I feel like you’ve only distanced yourself from me.” She spoke honestly, glancing into his beautiful eyes, tapping the side of his face that was covered,” And you barely take this off anymore. You said you trusted me enough to see that side to you… so what happened?”

“ The Abyss.” He replied to her instantly, feeling the guilt well up within him upon hearing her feelings,” I feel like I shouldnt have involved you with the Abyss in the first place… It’s only getting more dangerous every day that passes... I hate putting you at any sort of risk.”

She stared into his eyes with conflicted ones before she sighed once again and gave up on arguing,”… I’m glad you’re safe.” She flushed out reluctantly, looking off to the side stubbornly with furrowed eyebrows,“ just… bring me next time, okay? despite how you express yourself, you can be rather reckless at times.”

Dainsleif’s gaze softened at the endearing expression she had on her face,” Noted.” He nodded to her reassuringly,” Besides, I won‘t be adventuring for a while anyways… Paimon said I should take a vacation.”

[name] chuckled a little,” That’s a word that isn’t in your vocabulary, is it?” She teased him.

He only smiled at her,” That’s what I said to her and the traveller.” He chuckled lightly before staring at her with a soft gaze.

At his stare, [name] decided now would be a good time to kiss him.

Upon seeing her lean forwards to his face, Dainsleif’s eyes widened ever so slightly before he recuperated her actions immediately.

Funny how even after being married to her all of this time, the idea of merely kissing her was still enough to get his heart racing.

The two leaned in and closed their eyes when their lips were close enough.

Ready to share a sweet and tender kiss, time froze for them. There was nobody else in the world they cared about except for eachother at this moment.

But instead of sharing a sweet kiss, the two reeled back in pain, holding their heads with grimaces on their faces.

Yes, they had collided foreheads by accident, and no, this wasnt a random occurrence.

This was something that happened a lot within the many years they’ve been together. Its rather depressing how its become a habit at this point.

”Not againnn…” The woman whined out, rubbing her forehead furiously to get rid of the pain.

“I feel another headache approaching.” Dainsleif stated with his eyes shut tightly in discomfort, a grumpy frown on his lips. But he paused when he felt a soft warmth press to his forehead.

He opened his eyes in alarm but didn’t move away from [name]’s forehead kiss. Comfort spreading through him at the feeling of her soft lips on his skin.

She pulled back and gave him a kind smile,” At least we have matching bruises.”

He rolled his eyes at her words,” How adorable.” and then he pulled her into his lap for a proper kiss.

[zvtara-was-never-canon]

What do you think of this? I think most of it is ridiculous, but I’m not that familiar with all of these moments, so I’d like to know your thoughts.

https://www.tumblr.com/allnewalldifferentwildspider/759267251779141632/so-kataang-arguments-always-shift-between-aang-is?source=share

What a load of bullshit. The most mature 12-year-old in the whole world is still just 12, much like the most mature 14-year-old in the whole world is still just 14.

Aang and Katara are both mature enough to understand LOTS of complex stuff (mainly how to handle their own trauma, and each other's, whiel they try to save the world) but they both still make lots of mistakes children their age would - hence Katara making a REALLY uncalled for joke about Toph's blindness during a fit of rage, or telling Sokka he didn't love their mom as much as she did, or, yes, Aang being confused by the concept of "Someone can have feelings for you but not be sure if they wanna date, and you can't speed up the process, just give them time to figure it out on their own"

"Is he mature enough to date a teenager?" Zutarians LOVE pretending the Kataang and Zutara age-gap isn't exactly the same, don't they?

And hell, since I mentioned Zuko - the boy just recently discovered the "revolutionary" concept that a parent disfiguring their own child is bad, he had a real jealousy and paranoia issue with Mai, an inferiority complex towards his sister, and he basically gave himself the Dai Li treatment in Ba Sing Se to please Iroh.

His understanding of boundaries, trust and what counts as abusive behavior is canonically all messed due to how he was raised, to the point that he constantly either accidentally hurts the people he cares about or gets taken advantage of, even by people who don't mean to hurt him, because he simply doesn't know how far is too far. He is constantly either being too demanding, and lashing out with verbal abuse whenever he doesn't get what he wants, or bordeline setting himself on fire to keep someone else warm.

Despite being older than them, Zuko has a much more immature, warped and often toxic view of relationships (and not just romantic ones) than Aang and Katara - yet zutarians never say that means he is forbidden from wanting love or getting into a relationship to try and figure things out, and that liking any ship with him is "problematic" or "creepy".

How convenient.

[imtryingbuck]

Family Photos

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC!Theo

Summary: Bucky has to marry a woman who surprises him more and more as their story goes along.

Word count: 1,837

Warnings: angst. swearing, divorce mentioned, Eliza being awful. Anymore let me know.

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His head pounds and his stomach aches, he sits in front of the toilet just in his boxers.

"It's your own fault Buck" comes the voice that belongs to his best friend.

"I know Steven. Stop talking"

"Nope, what you did yesterday at dinner was wrong and uncalled for-"

"What are you talking about?" He grumbles.

"Do you not remember?"

"No"

Which was true, after Bucky pushed himself away from the door after hearing Theo's conversation with Wanda he went straight to his office and started drinking. He remembers Martha coming in and telling him that dinner was ready and then him leaving.

He listens in horror as Steve tells him what he had said, his heart ached when he found out Theo had cried.

"Shit! Fuck I need to talk to her"

"You need to shower first Bucky"

"Bu-"

"No buts, have a shower and then you can talk to her".

Doing as Steve says he waits until the blonde leaves before getting into the shower. It wasn't true what he had said, he wasn't going to Dots. He didn't want to see her again not now that he was married, he wanted to do right by his wife and his non-existent vows.

Thinking of how he was going to fix an already awkward marriage he honestly was coming up empty.

One thing for certain though was he needed to thank Wanda for being the only person to stick up for Theo.

Getting dressed a knock came from the door.

"Buck it's me"

"Come in"

"We've, well you, have a problem"

"What now Steve?"

"Your whores here and Theo's just seen her"

"Shit! And Dots not my whore"

"Sorry. Mistress is here"

"Steve she's nothing to me! I didn't see her last night I swear"

"Yep and the sky's green" Steve rolls his eyes and walks back out of the room.

"Hi Bucky" Dots voice caused him to groan, he wonders was her voice always that annoyingly loud when he was with her.

"What are you doing here Dolores?"

"Dolores? I've always been Dottie to you"

"Not asking again."

"See someone's woken up on the wrong side of the bed, what isn't your wife satis-" Nat promptly cuts her off by wrapping her hand around the woman's throat and slamming her in to the wall.

Before Bucky would have demanded Natasha to let her go but there are two reasons he didn't, one - he wasn't going to allow a nobody like Dot say anything about his wife and two - the fire in Nat's eyes scared him.

"B-Bucky tell her to get her hands-Bucky help!" Dot wheezed out.

"Dolores why have you came to my home?"

"Need your help"

"Not happening"

"Please Brocks being nasty to me"

Rolling his eyes he walks over to the two women, telling Nat to release her which makes Dot fall on to him, which then makes him push her away.

"Don't touch me. I don't care what Brock says or does to you. I want you to leave my house and never come back, never come near me ever again. Me and you Dot are finished." Turning to Clint "take her outside"

"Gladly, come on" Clint pulls on the woman's arm as she screams at Bucky, who ignores her completely.

"Where's Theo?" He asks Steve.

"She's left with Wanda" Nat says with a smirk.

"Where?"

"I don't know"

Taking his phone out of his pocket he rings Wanda's number. "First she slaps me and now she's not answering her fucking phone"

"You're lucky it wasn't me. I would have sliced your balls off and forced them down your throat" Nat says walking past him.

Leaving Bucky to gulp at the threat.

On the other side of town Theo and Wanda sit in the back of Wanda's Range Rover as Vision drives.

"So what are we going to your parents for?" Wanda asks.

"I need to ask my father something"

"What?"

Theo was brought up to never lie so lying to Wanda - the one person she trusted more than any other person, makes her want to be sick "I need to ask if I can have some family photos"

"Oh, do you think he'll give them to you?"

"Hopefully. We're here, Wanda you'll need to wait outside though. I'm sorry"

"Oh, are you sure?"

"Yeah"

The car pulls up and Theo jumps out. Walking up the steps she knocks on the front door.

"Hello Miss, I'll get your father" One of the maids says before leaving.

Theo hears her father's heavy footsteps then the door opens wider. "Theo? What are you doing here?" Pulling her into the house by her arm "permission to talk"

"I-I need to ask you something sir"

"What? And hurry up I don't have all day"

"Ca-can you marry one of your daughters to James instead of me sir". She speaks in a low tone.

"Why? You're already married to him"

"We can divorce an-and you can marry one of your daughters to hi-him sir"

"Theo I can't do that-"

"What is that wretched thing doing here?" Eliza walks up to Michael and Theo with disgust written all over her face.

"She wants James to marry one of the other girls instead"

"Brilliant, oh that's fantastic. I'll get the papers read-"

"Eliza stop, she's married to him and that's final"

"But James would be so much happier with one of our daughters instead of the runt, he'll be able to have legitimate children this way"

"What are you talking about?"

"I've told the girls that one of them will get pregnant by James so he can have an heir since his married to the bastard the kids too will be bastards"

Sighing heavily Michael looks at Theo and then at Eliza. "No. My decision is final. Theo go back to your husband and make sure you address him by his title and Eliza do me a favour and fuck off" he walks off leaving the women alone.

"You should have come to me you stupid girl! You know your father wouldn't have changed his mind, saying that I'll be nice and help you. Here's what you'll do my dear, you show him the filth that is your body and he'll divorce you"

"H-how ma'am"

"Tell him you want to have sex, he won't want to touch you after he sees your body" Theo flinches as Eliza's hand comes into contact with her cheek.

"You thought I was going to smack you? No darling you're helping me, now leave"

Theo scrambles out of the door and down the steps, Vision jumps out of the car to open the door for her.

"Theo? You okay?

"I-I'm okay"

"Did you get the photos?"

"N-no. I would like to go back to Mr James's home now"

Wanda sits there puzzled by her friends behaviour and decides against asking, not wanting the woman to shrink back into her shell again.

“Okay let's go home"

Bucky paces his office, checking his watch every few seconds. His heart was beating faster than it should have been the longer time went on, it had been well over three hours since Theo and Wanda had left the house.

Nobody knew where the two had gone, the regret seeped further into his veins as the memories of the night before became more clearer. Trying Wanda's phone once again he practically growled as the call was dropped.

"Buck they’re back" Steve says from the doorway.

Coming out of the office he moves to the front door where is sees the pair.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Mainly looking at Wanda with his arms crossed.

"Theo wanted to get something from her parents' house, calm down"

"Why didn't you answer your phone?"

"It's dead"

Looking towards Theo, his voice suddenly a lot softer "Did you get what you wanted?"

"N-no Sir"

"What did you just call me?"

“Sir. I'm sorry" her head bows even lower.

"I-don't call me that again"

"B-but your my husband sir"

"Stop!" Regret washed over him as he saw her flinch. "Just, just get inside both of you".

Wanda pulls a face to Bucky who just rolls his eyes at her. "Come on Theo let's get something to eat" taking the woman's hand and leads her inside the home.

"What the hell was all that 'sir' shit about?" Sam asks.

"Fuck knows, l'm gonna have to talk to her. I still need to apologise for last night" sighing as he rubs his face with his hands.

"She's a bit strange isn't she?"

"Shut up."

Walking into the house and heading into the kitchen he watches from the archway as Wanda makes them some food.

"Theo, when you're finished with your food I would like to talk to you please"

"Yes Mr James"

Sighing for the umpteenth time he nods and leaves the kitchen.

Theo knocks timidly on Bucky's office door, waiting patiently for him to answer.

"Hi, take a seat" He smiles softly. Watching as she moved to sit on the floor he stops her "Theo no sit on a chair, please"

"Sorry sir"

"I want to start off with saying I'm so sorry about last night, I didn't go anywhere other than my club I didn't sleep with anyone I swear"

"It's okay sir"

"Please stop with the sirs and mr’s and it's not okay I shouldn't of spoken about you like that, I had been drinki-“

"It's okay sir"

"Jesus Christ. Stop saying it's okay when it's not and I've told you to stop with the sir shit"

"But you're my husband"

"And? Look it doesn't matter whether we're married or not, you don't have to call me tha-"

She cuts him off, the words that come out her mouth pains him. He's surprised at how his heart turns to lead, they've been married for a week and he still knows nothing about her other than what Wanda has told him. In that week he's made no effort to try apart from telling himself and everyone that he'll do it.

He's already treated her like shit in a sense he's very much like his father which makes his skin crawl.

This isn't how things were supposed to go.

"I have asked my father for a divorce sir"

His blood runs cold, his heart goes still. The confession hangs in the air as he stares at her blankly, trying to figure out if what she had said was real or not.

Truly Bucky thinks his ears are playing tricks on him but noticing the look in her crystal blue eyes he knows that it's not a trick and she's being serious.

Just as he opens his mouth to speak Steve comes barging into the room.

"Buck one of the warehouses is on fire"

"Shit. Fuck" looking at Theo "this conversation isn't over okay, please just give me a chance please that's all I'm asking"

He doesn't wait for a reply as he walks away with Steve.

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