#been waiting to drop this for like....7 sessions?
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chicken shop date | cl16 smau
pairing: charles leclerc x fem youtuber!reader
summary: y/n hosts a popular youtube channel where she invites various celebrities to have a 'chicken shop date'. in this upcoming episode, she welcomes famous formula 1 driver, charles leclerc.
a/n: all my love to amelia, i love her vids🫶🫶 also, pls lmk what u think :)
creds to @classiclitfreak for proofreading! thank uu!! :)
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21st of March, 2024
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22nd of March, 2024
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f1gossipofficial After arriving in Australia last night and posting a picture hugging who fans believe to be Charles Leclerc, Y/N L/N made her F1 debut this morning during the practice sessions.
She and Charles appeared to be very close, only further fuelling the dating rumours that have been circulating the internet for the past month. As of yet, however, neither of the pair has confirmed nor denied the ongoing rumours.
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23rd of March, 2024
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The YouTube video begins with a series of clips showing Y/N and Charles laughing, with intermittent shots of Y/N looking directly at the screen. The familiar tune of Y/N's 'chicken shop date' videos begins as stop-motion hearts flutter across the screen, transitioning smoothly to a scene featuring two dolls seated in a miniature chicken shop date setting, seamlessly leading into the main content of the video.
"Charles Leclerc," Y/N warmly greets, resting her elbows on the table. "Welcome to our date."
Charles responds with a smile, settling back in his seat and gesturing around. "Y/N Y/LN, thank you. I'm very happy to be on our first date... here... with all these cameras," he remarks jokingly.
Y/N narrows her eyes slightly, briefly glancing around before refocusing on Charles with a hum. "I'm not sure what you're implying. This location is a solid 10 out of 10," she says, gesturing to their surroundings. "Besides, do you see the chicken?" she adds, plucking a single fry from her meal box and waving it in the air, awaiting his response.
"You mean the fry?" Charles chuckles, pointing. "That's not chicken."
Y/N takes a bite of the fry, pausing to swallow before clearing her throat. "I'm aware," she says with a dramatic tilt of her head and a tight-lipped smile. "I just grabbed it because I fancied a fry."
"But anyway," she continues, circling back to the initial question, "do... you... see... the... chicken?" Sensing his hesitation, she places her hands firmly on the table. "Look at me. It's a simple yes or no, Charles."
"Well, actually, it's yes or yes," she corrects herself with two affirmative nods, before redirecting her attention back to him.
Charles responds with a smile, though his expression betrays his confusion, evident in the different angles of his raised eyebrows. "Yes, I see it, Y/N."
"And do you taste it?" Y/N asks slowly.
"I haven't yet..."
"So, what are you waiting for?" she claps her hands together, motioning towards the untouched box of food in front of him. "Don't be shy now."
Charles chuckles as he sits up in his chair and leans forward, rummaging through the food before pulling out a chicken nugget. As he dips the piece in some ketchup, his eyes meet Y/N's once more, her wide-eyed nod urging him on.
"Go on."
"Okay, okay," he says, taking a bite. "Mmm," he nods, almost as if someone were holding a gun to his head, compelling him to do so.
"Oh," Y/N purses her lips and shakes her head, "I don't like it when people make noises while eating."
"Uh," Charles swallows and chuckles, "sorry?"
Y/N shrugs. "It's okay, I forgive you."
"Anyway," she inhales deeply, "what do you think? That's some good chicken, right?"
"Yeah, actually, it is really good," Charles nods as he speaks.
Suddenly, the video cuts to a staff member in chicken shop attire standing behind the counter, wearing a smile while staring at the camera, unmoving.
Then, the video returns to Charles and Y/N.
As Charles takes another bite of his chicken nugget, Y/N casually asks, "Do you think our children will like chicken?"
Coughing sounds interrupt as Charles drops his chicken into the box, knocking his fist against his chest until the sound clears. His voice croaks as he speaks, his brows furrowing, "Our children? We're talking about children already?"
Y/N's composure cracks slightly as she chuckles, clearly amused by his reaction, and observes him reaching for a glass of water, taking large gulps. However, she quickly regains control, shrugging nonchalantly before continuing, "Well, yeah. I don't know about you, but I date for marriage—I want a little family of my own someday. Don't you?"
Charles rubs his eyebrows and places the glass back on the table. "Yes, I do want to have a family one day. But this feels like it's moving very fast, don't you think?"
Y/N shakes her head. "Not at all. To be honest, I want one boy and one girl. What about you?"
At Y/N's continued forwardness, Charles releases a laugh, visibly bewildered, before scratching at his beard in deep thought. Propping up his elbows on the table, he finally responds, "I think I want a boy."
"—And a girl," Y/N interjects, smiling expectantly.
Charles blurts out a laugh, clearly taken aback, before nodding. "Yeah, a girl too. I don't really mind."
"Great, so we're on the same page then."
The video cuts off again, this time to the entrance of the chicken shop, slowly panning into the empty and bright interior with multiple tables and chairs. The camera stops on the large menu, featuring pictures of chicken and fries, lingering for a few moments before cutting back to Charles and Y/N.
However, this time Y/N is holding a piece of paper in front of her.
"So, I hear you're French?" Y/N glances up at Charles, noticing the grimace on his face. Quickly realising her mistake, she corrects herself, "Oh, hold on, no wait, don't kill me please. You speak French, but you're from Monaco—you don't claim France at all."
Charles laughs and nods in agreement. "Correct. I am Monegasque. Those are separate countries, yes."
Y/N purses her lips, her eyes flickering from side to side. "I know, I literally just said that." Clicking her tongue, she exhales a long breath and continues, "Anyway, what a coincidence. I'm actually trying to learn French."
Something flashes in Charles' eyes as he suddenly leans forward in his chair, his expression filled with keen interest. "Oh wow, tu l'es ? Comment vas-tu ?" (translation: "Oh wow, you are? How are you?")
Y/N freezes, her mouth parted slightly in a half-smile. For a moment, she just stares, clearly startled, before scratching the back of her neck and humming deep in thought. "Oh, okay, straight into the deep end, huh?" she chuckles and then blurts out, "Oui, oui?"
Charles tosses his head back, laughing, while Y/N folds her hands together, waiting expressionless for his laughter to subside. When he finally regains his composure, his eyes back on Y/N, she says, "Great, thanks."
"I'm sorry," Charles waves his hand in the air, "I just thought you'd know the basics already. My mistake."
Y/N narrows her gaze at him for a few moments before taking a deep breath. "Well, that's what I've got you here for." Clearing her throat, she tilts her gaze down at the paper and asks, "Let's start easy, shall we? I'm going to give you a few sentences in French, and you translate them back to me in English."
Charles furrows his brows. "Wouldn't it make more sense the other way around?"
"What can I say, I'm special," she shrugs, "I actually learn better this way."
"Ah, of course you are."
"Alright. Je t'aime."
"I love you," says Charles.
Y/N places her hand across her chest. "Aw, Charles. Dropping the L-bomb already, are we?"
Charles drags his teeth across his lower lip while shaking his head. "Next one, please."
“Veux-tu m'épouser?" (translation: "Will you marry me?")
Charles tilts his head sideways, an amused expression spreading across his face. “Seriously?”
Y/N clicks her tongue and shakes her head. “No, that doesn’t quite sound right. I think you might need to brush up on your French, Charles, because I’m pretty sure ‘Veux-tu m'épouser’ does not mean ‘seriously.’”
Exhaling a long breath, she rotates in her seat and straightens up. “Don’t worry though, I’ll give you another chance.”
Charles rolls his eyes playfully before releasing a whistle. Rubbing his hands together, he begins, “Will you marry me. That’s what it mea—”
“Charles!” Y/N's jaw drops as she interrupts him. “Well, I’m a hot commodity, you know? But I want to know, how would our marriage work? I mean, how long are you planning on racing, anyway?”
Charles smiles, slumping into his seat as he reaches for a fry and tosses it into his mouth. “I’m not sure, to be honest. I love racing and I want to be a world champion, so we’ll just have to see how long that takes.”
“You want to be a world champion, yet you extended your contract with Ferrari?” Y/N's brows furrow inquisitively. “That’s an interesting choice.”
A couple of chuckles escape Charles as he runs his hand up and down his neck, his gaze fixed on the half-empty box of food before him. After a moment's pause, he replies with a casual shrug, “They're like family to me. And honestly, when I see myself winning, it’s always with the Ferrari team by my side.”
“Fair enough,” Y/N exhales, her eyes widening as she claps her hands together. “I suppose I'll have to stock up on red outfits.”
Noticing Charles’ puzzled expression, Y/N theatrically rolls her eyes before explaining, “For our next date, silly. I’ll be your lucky charm, and then you can finally start winning and have a real shot at the World Championship.”
“Wow, how nice of you, Y/N,” Charles responds with a lazy smile. “Merci.”
“Oooh,” Y/N points at him, nodding in satisfaction, “I know that one. You’re welcome…”
“…Boyfriend?” she asks, narrowing her eyes at him. “What—what are we?”
He ponders for a moment, swaying slightly from side to side, then relents, “Okay, sure… girlfriend.”
The video cuts to the outro, displaying various polaroids of Y/N flashing by, accompanied by a text reading, ‘If you enjoyed the video, please don’t forget to like and subscribe for more! xx’.
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f1gossipofficial Y/N L/N and Charles Leclerc have been spotted entering the Paddock together. Numerous sources have also confirmed seeing them exchange a few kisses.
As always, wishing the drivers all the best for today's race!
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f1 Carlando back on the podium together! Congrats to Carlos Sainz, Lando Norris and Charles Leclerc on their wins! Huge accomplishments!
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🌀dark waters: park jay
a vampires bleeding series: two / seven
pairing: jay x afab!reader
word count: 6k
synopsis: after the events following jungwon and dorian, the seven boys fight to protect jungwon's mate and find dorian and stop his games. jay witnesses your near-death experience by the hands of dorian and having no choice but to pull you into protection.
genre: strangers to lovers, vampire!jay, doctor!jay, human!reader, some spice, angst
warnings: mentions of blood, swearing, y/n almost drowning, some spice, cute but hella stubborn jay ♡
☾ jungwon(1) | jay(2) | jake(3) | sunghoon(4) | sunoo(5) | niki(6) | heeseung(7) ☽
jay: got this weeks shipment. you?
heeseung: ours just came as well. how much extra?
jay: about two boxes worth.
heeseung: we have one. has jungwon checked in yet?
jay: no. fixing to give him a call.
heeseung: 👍🏼
Jay scoffed, “I hate when he replies back in just emojis.”
Jay tossed his phone onto his desk, running a hand through his silver hair. The two boxes of blood bags sat at his feet.
He released a sign, hanging his head low.
Jay quickly picked up the boxes, and was out the window of his office and to his car, tossing the boxes in the back and was back in the office before a second even passed.
A nurse walked into the room right when Jay was closing the window.
“Doctor Park?” her soft voice spoke as she tapped her knuckle to the door.
“Yes?” Jay said, giving her a soft smile.
“Your next appointment is here, they are in room 1130.”
Jay nodded, “I will be right there, I have to call my brother for a second.”
The nurse smiled with a giggle, “Which one?”
“The one causing me the most problems right now.”
She giggles again, “That’s what happens when they start dating.”
Jay nodded in agreement, “You have no idea.”
Except it wasn’t even the fact Jungwon was dating. He found his mate. One that is human and is being targeted by another vampire. Which made Jay stress more than normal.
“I’ll be there in a second,” Jay confirmed again with the nurse before dialing Jungwon’s number.
But no answer.
Jay then calls Jungwon’s mate.
“Hello?” she answers right away.
“Where is your mate?” Jay softly snapped, trying to not drop his frustration on her.
“Geez, Wonnie! Jay is upset with you!”
Jungwon mumbled something in the background before coming onto the line, “Yes, Hyung?”
“What is the point of having a phone if you’re not going to answer it damnit!” Jay clenched his jaw, “If neither of you would have answered.”
“Hyung,” Jungwon breathed out, “We are fine. I am sorry I didn’t check in.”
Jay dropped his head into his hand, took a deep breath, and out, “How is everything going?”
“Niki just left, today has also been normal. Nothing out of the blue.”
“Okay, Heeseung and I will be there later to drop off bags.”
“Sounds good.”
“And Jungwon?”
Jungwon sat and waited for Jay.
“No funny business.”
“No promises.” and the line cut.
Jay smirked, standing up and grabbing his doctor's coat.
—
You dropped your head to the desk. This lecture was draining you. Class has also been in session for thirty minutes and you already wanted to throw yourself in front of a moving bus.
You tilted your head to look out the window. The sky was getting darker, was there a chance of rain today?
Your cell phone buzzed in your pocket, pulling it out you see you’ve received some texts from a guy you’ve been talking to through an app.
sharpdart32: when can I finally meet you? :(
sharpdart32: facetime calling you isn’t enough.
A smile formed on your face.
fate622: matt, I’m in class rn…how about afterwards?
sharpdart32: sounds perfect. there is an amazing place with a beautiful view of a lake. you’ll love it.
fate622: it looks like it’ll rain though.
sharpdart32: don’t worry! everything will be fine. trust me.
fate622: I trust you.
sharpdart32: :)
sharpdart32: see you soon.
You waited by the entrance to the park, double-checking the address Matt sent you, and sure enough, it’s the right place.
The sky was getting darker and the air smelt of rain. You wrap your jacket tighter around your body. Thankful to yourself for choosing your cargo pants to help keep your legs warm.
You checked the time, Matt was running late.
Thinking you got stood up, you decided it was time to leave. You walked back to your car, opening the door.
“I just got here, leaving already?”
The familiar voice sent happiness. You whipped around, seeing Matt’s beautiful smile.
“I thought you stood me up!” you laughed, closing your car door and making your way towards him.
He pulled you into a tight hug, “Gosh, it’s finally nice to see you in person.”
You smiled into his shoulder, “Yes it really is.”
Matt took a deep breath in, “You smell so…so good.”
Your face flushed, you spent so long in the college’s bathroom to make yourself presentable and it seemed to have paid off.
“Thank you, I'm glad I decided on this perfume.”
Matt pulled away, his hands resting on your shoulders, “Well it smells fantastic. Shall we?”
You nodded, taking his hand and following him into the park.
“Where is this view at, Matt?” you asked, excited to see how breathtaking this lake has to be.
“It’s not too far, you’ll see!”
As you both continue your hike through the park, Matt talks about his day and asks how school is going for you. It helped pass the time until the breeze from the lake caught your attention.
“Oh! Are we here?!”
Matt nodded, “Of course!”
You released his hand from yours, rushing over to see the lake, but quickly stopped when you noticed the cliff.
“You didn’t say anything about a cliff.”
“Scared of heights?” Matt teased.
You scrunch your nose at him, “Absolutely not! Just a detail I expected you to have told me is all.”
You carefully walk closer to the edge, looking at how far of a drop it is. Deciding to take a few steps back was best.
“You like the view, Y/N?” Matt whispered in your ear as he wrapped an arm around your waist.
You leaned into him, nodding, “I do, it really is beautiful like you said.”
Matt breathed you in again, “Y/N, you smell so good.”
“You told me that already,” you turned to look at him.
Your heart stopped at the change of his facial expression, the color of his eyes such a dark crimson.
“Matt…? Your eyes…”
He chuckled, “What's wrong with them? Hmm?” He smiled as he continued his chuckle, fangs now appearing.
You tried to run from him, but his grip was all too tight.
“What’s wrong Y/N? You were having so much fun just a second ago.”
You continued trying to escape, but he was way too strong.
“Stop fighting me, Y/N. I’m starving, and your blood is what I’m craving.”
Matt took your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look at him.
“What are you…” You whispered.
“You already know the answer, sweet thing. And you fell right into my trap.”
He was going to kill you. There was no denying it.
Matt tilted your head and dug his fangs into your skin.
You felt the blood leaving your body. Your skin is growing cold and pale.
Your eyelids become heavy as the dizziness sets in. Try to focus as much as you can to stay conscious.
The rain finally came down. Your feet losing their traction on the ground from the rain, Matt keeping his grip on you as you lost feeling in your legs.
He finally released his fangs, licking his lips. Whatever blood you had left in your body pooled out of your neck and down your clothes.
You barely were able to look at him and the shit-eating grin he had.
“It was fun, Y/N.”
“They’ll find you, my family. Friends. The police. They’ll find you.”
He threw his head back in laughter and took a deep breath, “No they won’t. And they won’t find you either.”
He dropped you over the edge, gravity taking you down until the cold water claimed you.
—
Heeseung and Jay one by one placed the blood bags into the fridge at the safe house.
“I think we have enough to last years.” Jake’s Australian accent chipped in, “Why are you two planting so much?”
Jay sighed, “Because we don’t know how long we have to hide the love birds here for.”
“It’s been two months,” Sunoo rolled his eyes, “We haven’t found any traces of Dorian or any hints that he’s formed a pack.”
“Yeah, but he also knows we are after him!” Sunghoon snapped, “He’s going to be on his toes.”
Heeseung hung his head down, “Can we not fight in front of __.”
Everyone glances over at Jungwon and his mate, and then quickly looks back at each other.
“They are too in Lalaland to even notice.” Niki jokes.
Jay looked back over at his younger brother, seeing the smile on his face as he pushed her hair behind her ears.
“We have to protect them.” Jay said, looking between the other five, “Jungwon might have his strength back, but if Dorian ever showed up for her, Jungwon would get desperate to protect her and he would need us.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
“Who is next on watch?” Heeseung asked, “Niki just finished, right?”
Niki nodded.
Jay raised his hand, “My duty turn, I’ll go now.”
Jay took one last look at Jungwon, the younger giving him a glance back, “Behave.”
Jungwon raised his eyebrow, “Okay, mom.”
With a roll of his eyes, Jay was out the door, running to the edge of the perimeter. A good couple hours worth of distance between himself and the safe house.
The end of the perimeter was on the edge of a cliff with a beautiful view of a lake.
Jay knelt down, taking in the fall lake breeze and the smell of the lake.
This used to be one of his favorite places anytime the seven of them would be at the safe house. It always helped calm his nerves.
Jay looked up at the dark sky, “It’s about to rain soon.”
And as if on command, rain fell down.
Jay clenched his jaw, “Fuck…should have brou-“
The smell of blood filled his nostrils, shooting Jay back up to his feet, looking in every direction the smell could be coming from.
His heart raced against his chest. Jay smells blood all the time at the clinic, but to smell it out here when it’s not an animal? Something was wrong.
Laughter echoed across the lake. Jay pinpointed where it was coming from, narrowing his vision to see a man and woman standing on the edge.
Blood flowed from her neck.
“Vampire..” Jay whispered, looking closer at the man, “Dorian!!”
Dorian took the girl and dropped her over the edge.
“Dorian!!!” Jay yelled louder.
Dorian’s eyes locked with Jay’s, a smile played wide on Dorian’s face, but faded and quickly ran.
Jay knew why too, the others sensed Jay’s distress, and Dorian felt it too.
Jay started to run after him but stopped as your body hit the water.
You were still alive, Jay could feel it. You tried with whatever strength you had to keep from sinking, but eventually, you gave out, the water filling your lungs.
Heeseung ran past Jay, “Come on! He’s getting away!”
Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki also ran past.
“Hyung?”
Jay whipped around, seeing Jungwon with __ standing behind him, pressed to his back.
“Damnit Jungwon get her out of here!” Jay snapped, pointing back towards the safe house.
Jungwon tightened his grip on __, looking down at the lake, “That woman is drowning!”
Jay groaned, “Won I know!” Jay took steps back, “Get her out of here! Now!” Jay then turned and ran off the cliff.
The cold water sent chills down him as he pushed himself through to get to you. Your faint heartbeat playing in his ears.
The cool air and rain hit your face as you came to.
“Hey!” a male voice said, “Hey, I need you to tell me how many fingers I am holding up?”
“…a peace sign?”
Jay rolled his eyes, “Close enough. Can you sit up?”
You nodded, slowly trying to move your body.
“Woah woah, easy.” Jay wrapped his arms around you, helping you sit up. Coughing up the remaining water in your lungs.
The rain finally came to a stop, but the pain in your body continued.
You groaned as you touched your hand to your neck.
“Hey, don’t touch that.” He said quickly, taking your hand away from your neck, “We need to get you to a hospital so it doesn’t get infected.”
You recognized the warmth of his skin. It felt the exact same as Matt’s.
You pushed the man away from you, scooting back away from him.
“Hey, I’m not going to hurt you, I saved you from drowning.”
You studied him as his chocolate eyes studied you. His silver hair was slicked back and his clothes tightly fit him from the rain. You could lie, it had your heart racing. This man was beautiful.
“The last vampire that told me that ended up draining me of my blood and pushing me off the fucking cliff! You snapped.
Jay’s hard eyes soften, “You know, you’re the first person to recognize the monster that I am so quickly.” He glances away from you.
Your heartbeat slowed, the way he said those words…They were filled with hurt.
“Anyways,” He said looking back at you, “This is the thanks I get for saving your life? It took almost ten minutes of CPR to save you.”
Your fingers went to your lips, face flushing, “What if I had a DNR!!” you snapped, giving him the same attitude back.
He rolled his eyes, “You don’t have a DNR. I’m not stupid. Plus I am a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”
You raised an eyebrow, “A vampire…doctor?”
He nodded, “Well yeah, we have to make money too.”
Your body relaxed, “You said I needed to go to a hospital?”
He nodded again.
You agreed to go, “I swear if I put my trust in one more vampire and you break it…”
He chuckled, “I’m not like the one that hurt you.”
The drive to the hospital was long and awkward but finally arrived.
You followed him around the building, “This is a clinic?”
He nodded, “Of course.”
“No hospital?”
You followed him to a window and watched as he opened it.
“We are breaking into a clinic?!”
He stared back at you, “Not breaking in.” He fully climbed through the window, helping you inside after.
“Sit on the bed, I have to grab some supplies.”
You nodded, doing as you were told.
You looked around the room. It was pretty bland. Had a small tv in the corner of the wall with a table underneath and some flowers with a tag that read, “To: Doctor Park, thank you for everything you do! -♡ Nurse Kay.”
You giggled at the note, someone had a small crush on the vampire doctor.
You continued looking around the room, setting your eyes on the desk.
Pictures of him with six other boys filled with frames around the desk, along with a photo of himself and what looks like his parents. The photo was very old and looks like it has been reprinted multiple times.
Your heart sank, just how long has he been alive?
Jay came back into the room, with bandages, medicine, ointments, a blood bag, and an IV pole.
“You don’t know what blood time I am?” you said.
“I know your blood type based on its smell.” He said, setting everyone down on the bed beside you.
That made sense, he is a vampire after all.
“I am going to do a blood transfusion,” he set the blood bag onto the rack, hooking up the tubes to it, “Your body is still trying to recover from the blood loss, so we are just going to go ahead and do the transfusion.”
He took your arm and turned it over, wiping the alcohol pad over your skin, “Are you ready for the needle?”
You looked away and nodded.
You felt the prick of the needle and bandages being wrapped around your arm, your body taking in the blood back into your body.
“Now time for the ointment.” he knelt down in front of you, dabbing a small amount of the cream to his finger and applying it to your neck wounds.
“Dorian really dug his fangs deep.”
“Dorian? His name is Matt?”
Jay shook his head, “He is smart, that’s for sure. Known the man for so long, it doesn't surprise me that he did a name change.”
“You know him?” panic started to set in.
“Well, used to. It’s a long story. Don’t associate with him anymore.”
You could tell he didn’t want to talk about Dorian anymore. Glancing back at the flowers, you had another idea.
“Nurse Kay seems to have a crush on you, Doctor Park.”
He softly smiled, “She’s been trying to jump my bones since I’ve been here, and please just call me Jay.”
Jay grabbed the bandage and slowly wrapped it around your neck, “I’m Y/N. And thank you, Jay.”
Jay’s eyes meet yours. The thread tangled into a knot, tying together perfectly just from one look.
You felt it too, this pull to him. Something clicking together. Your heart raced being inches away from him.
Jay looked away from you, “Yeah, you’re welcome.”
He stood up, gathering the leftover items and setting them into a cabinet.
Jay’s softness went back into his tough core. You wondered what made him so tough?
Jay sat down at his desk, letting out a deep sigh.
“Once your bag is finished I’ll take you ho-“
Before Jay could finish, the door opened, and five men followed all of them talking at once.
“Hey hey! Quiet!” Jay snapped, “This is a clinic for fucksakes.” He covered his face with his hands.
“I told them that, but…” Heeseung mumbled.
Jay stood up, facing the four of them.
“Jungwon?”
“Back at the safe house,” Heeseung said.
“Good, but we need to get them out of there.” Jay sighed.
Niki nodded, “After noticing you, Hyung, he has an idea where the house is. He’ll be coming for __.”
Jake agreed, “We need another safe place.”
Sunghoon gave suggestions and the others agreed or disagreed.
Jay glances over at you, giving you an “Are you okay?” look.
You nodded back at him.
Heeseung glanced between Jay and you, “Whose this?”
“This is Y/N,” Jay scratched the back of his head, “Y/N, this is Heeseung, Jake, Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Niki.”
You slowly waved a hand at them. These were the boys from the pictures, only one is missing and you assumed it was Jungwon, the one they all mentioned earlier.
“Why is she here?” Sunoo asked.
“I didn’t realize someone else was in here either…” Sunghoon admitted.
“She was Dorian’s meal.” Jay shrugged.
You rolled your eyes, “You don’t have to put it like that you jerk.”
Jay rolled his eyes back, “Could have left you to die.”
“Might as well have, asshole.”
Jay hung his head low and softly groaned.
Heeseung smiled between the two of you, but the smile faded just as fast, “Does Dorian know she’s alive?”
“I don’t know.” Jay sighed, sitting back in his chair, “I jumped in to save her after he took off.”
“Well,” Jake started, “He left town, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have eyes and ears around. He has Y/N’s scent, he’ll know she’s alive the minute he goes back to the area.”
“Jay,” Heeseung called for him. Jay looks up at his only hyung, “We have to protect her too now.”
Jay looks at you and nods, “Yes we do.”
You look at the two of them confused, “Is there another person you’re protecting from Dorian?”
They all nodded, “Jungwon’s mate.” Niki sang.
“Mate?” You’re even more confused.
Heeseung continues staring between Jay and yourself, “You felt it, didn’t you?”
Jay immediately shakes his head, “No. Absolutely not.”
“Jongseong…” Heeseung said using Jay’s real name.
“No! Drop it.” Jay snapped, “We need to get Jungwon and __ to a new safe place and Y/N somewhere too.”
“I want to be wherever Jay goes.” You spoke up, causing all six of them to look at you.
Heeseung smirked at Jay, causing Jay to shove his older.
“I have an idea where to take Jungwon and __,” Jake said, “But I’ll need help to lose our scents at the safe house and to transport the bags.”
The boys cooked up a plan and were all in agreement.
“What about me?” You asked.
“You’ll stay with me…”Jay mumbled, “At my apartment.”
“Will it be safe?”
“Trust me,” Sunoo sassed, “Out of all of us, he has the most security at his apartment.”
You giggled at the embarrassment on Jay’s face. You could tell he was having a hard time holding onto his tough shell.
A knock sounded on the door, and a female walked in, “Oh hello boys! Long time no see! And hello Doctor Lee, nice to see you again.”
You immediately knew it was Nurse Kay by how she glanced over at Jay, and then at you.
“Oh, I didn’t know you had a patient…”
Jay shook his head, “It was last minute.”
She nodded, giving you one final glance, “I don’t think your brothers should be in this room with a patient.”
You rolled your eyes, could her jealousy be any more obvious?
“We were just finishing up,” Jay said, walking to you. Releasing IV from your arm. “Thank you, Nurse.”
She closed the door, leaving the room silent.
After one more decision, you all left the clinic. Jay at your side and the other five surrounding the both of you.
“This is embarrassing.” Jay scoffed.
You smiled, “I have my own personal bodyguards, this is fun!”
Jay couldn’t help but smile after you looked away. His heart pulling to you, and him trying to shove it down. Trying to cut the knot.
The drive to Jay’s apartment was short. You also expected a vampire who is god knows how old with however much money, he would be living in a bigger apartment space.
You stood in the doorway, looking into the studio apartment.
“What’s wrong? Go inside!” Jay gently pushed you forward.
“Just expected like a massive luxurious apartment.”
Jay raised a brow, “I don’t have that kind of money.”
You glared at him, “There’s no way you don’t.”
Jay rolled his eyes, “I like this small space.”
You looked around as you walked in, seeing his bed in the corner, a couch and TV in the other. A small dining table with the kitchen on the other side and a hole in the wall for the bathroom.
Jay handed you a pair of his clothes, “I’ll wash the ones you’re wearing now, the shower is ready, please freshen up.”
You take the clothes, “What about you?”
“I’ll shower after you.”
You took your time in the shower, trying to process everything that happened today and what it means going forward.
Will you have to run for the rest of your life? Always hiding? Will Jay be by your side?
So many more questions filtered through your brain. It hurt trying to wrap everything around it.
Once out of the shower, you pulled on the basketball shorts and shirt he gave you to wear. They were both oversized, but comfortable. They even smelled like him.
You stood in the mirror and ran your fingers through your hair, only to stop and notice the puncture holes in your neck. You leaned forward to get a better look, noticing how bruised your skin was around the scabs.
Tears slowly fell down your face. You survived an attack. These wounds will turn into scars and show proof of how you survived. But they will also hold all the trauma.
You decided to wrap more bandages around wounds, hiding it was what you wanted for the moment.
You walked out of the bathroom, seeing Jay fast asleep on the couch, his bed unmade for you.
The sun shining through the window was enough to wake you up.
The smell of pancakes and bacon filled the small studio apartment.
You crawled out of bed, only to see you were alone.
Your bare feet hit the floor as you walked over to the kitchen, a plate of food and a note waiting for you.
Y/N,
I got called into the clinic. There was an emergency surgery that needed my attention. I made this breakfast for you, so please eat it. Niki and Sunoo will be taking turns checking in on you while I am gone. So if you try to leave, they will stop you. There’s a number on the fridge for a pizza place down the street you can use for lunch. I should be home by dinner. Make yourself at home. Oh, there is also a fresh toothbrush and other toiletries in the bathroom for you as well. Remember do NOT leave…I mean it.
-Jay
You rolled your eyes at the last part and dug into the food.
After your meal, you freshen up in the bathroom, washing your face and brushing your teeth.
Since you’d be stuck here all day, you explored more of the apartment. Looking at what other food he could possibly have and then remembering he was a vampire when you opened the fridge to only find blood bags.
You watched some TV, only to fall asleep an hour later. A knock on the door waking you from your nap.
You looked through the peephole to see Sunoo standing outside.
You opened the door and confirmed you were okay. Sunoo patted your head and went on his way.
You finally decided to order pizza, and to your surprise, it was free all because the owner personally knows Jay. Which hey, free pizza is always a win.
A couple of hours later Niki stopped by, confirming you were still in fact okay, stole one of Jay’s blood bags, talked to you about the one time Jay was scared of a “ghost” and forced Niki to shower with him, and then went on his own way.
For the rest of the time you flipped through TV channels or read one of the many anatomy books Jay had.
You found yourself back in the bathroom staring at the two small holes on your neck, a massive sigh leaving your mouth.
The front door opens followed by, “I’m back.”
You walked from the bathroom, “It’s almost 11 p.m., that’s so way past dinner time.”
Jay glared at you as he took off his coat, “Don’t start with me.”
You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest, “I am assuming the surgery took longer than expected?”
Jay nodded, “It was a lot worse than we thought it was.”
Jay dropped his coat on the kitchen table and kicked off his shoes.
You could see how tired he was. How stressed he must be trying to deal with a normal human life on top of hiding who he really is and also trying to keep you safe.
Your face softened, the knot pulling you to him. You stood beside him, taking his hand into yours, “I am sorry it was a rough day.”
Jay tried to calm his heart rate, not wanting to show the effect you had on him. Shoving away the knot that was pulling him to you.
“Yeah, it’s been a long day,” he pulled you closer to him, wrapping you in a hug, “I’m going to shower, don’t stay awake for me.”
Before you could protest, Jay gently kissed the top of your head, and then walked away, closing the bathroom room behind him.
Jay gripped the sink, face flushed, “What did I just do???” he whispered.
The knot is just growing tighter.
After his shower, Jay threw on his favorite black t-shirt and shorts, finally happy to rest.
Only to see you still awake, sitting on the couch.
“I told you to not wait up for me!” Jay snapped, “It’s 12 a.m.!”
You rolled your eyes, “Just sit down grumpy ass.”
Jay threw himself onto the couch, resting his legs at your side.
“You want to share the couch?” You sassed.
Jay scoffed, “My couch, I bought it. Stop being sassy.”
You sighed, knowing you weren’t getting anywhere with it.
“Tell me more about Dorian, and how he’s related to Jungwon and his…girlfriend?”
Jay took a deep breath in, “Dorian himself is a longer story,” he started, “And his girlfriend is actually his mate.”
You turned to face him, “That’s the second time I have heard her being called mate.”
Jay continued and ignored your comment, “Jungwon and his mate ran into Dorian. Dorian is a solo hunter, versus us who are in a pack. Dorian hunts not to just feed but to kill. He could smell __ blood from miles away and he wanted her. Jungwon fought to keep Dorian away, but the problem was Jungwon tested his limits and didn’t drink any blood for months, he was weaker than normal.”
You nodded, taking in the information.
Jay continued, “When you’re in a pack, you feel everything the others feel,” Jay placed his hand over his heart, “Their happiness, sadness and when they are hurt. It’s the knot of fate that ties us all together. So when we sensed Jungwon was in danger, we rushed to him. Dorian ran off knowing he couldn’t take all seven of us. He made it clear he was coming for Jungwon’s mate. And Dorian won’t stop until he has her.”
“And since she is Jungwon’s mate, she is now a part of the pack?”
Jay nodded, “Vampires mate for life. Once one finds their mate, they get tied into the same fate knot. Jungwon and her knot are obviously different from the one the pack shares as a whole, but it’s still there.”
“How do you guys find your mates? Is Jungwon the only one?”
Jay nodded, “The rest of us don’t have one. And finding mates isn't that easy. It’s a feeling both yourself and your mate will feel. That knot tangled together, making everything clear. In that moment you see only them, and that maybe this monstrous life is actually worth living.”
You tilted your head, pulling your knees to your chest, “That is the second time you’ve called yourself a monster.”
Jay looked into your eyes, “What else am I? There’s a reason I followed in Heeseung’s footsteps and became a doctor. To put some good back into the world at all the bad I have done.”
“Jay…”
“We’ve done some terrible things, Y/N. There’s a reason we took to drinking blood bags and not directly from humans.”
You placed your hand on his knee, waiting for him to continue.
“We weren’t born vampires, but the ones who turned us were very terrible people. We did terrible things to others in our first hundred years, but we hated it. Every moment of it. Life got better once we made the change. Once we each found other passions and drank from blood bags, life did get better. Everyone else has forgiven themselves for the past but…”
“But you never did?”
Jay nodded.
“Jay, look at me.”
And he did. He stared deeply back into your doe eyes. His heart strings aching for you, the knot pulling tighter and him shoving it down.
You crawled over to him, wanting nothing more than to kiss him. To show him how worthy he is. How he deserves so much more than what he gives himself. The knot you felt, praying he feels it too.
Jay places his hands on your shoulders, stopping you from moving closer.
“Y/N, please don’t, I don’t deserve this, I don’t deserve you. I’m trying so hard to cut this knot from you.”
Tears fill your eyes, your soulmate is sitting in front of you as he tries to push you away. You could feel his hurt. Feel the pain he’s feeling as he tries to cut the knot that’s already been tied. You’re his mate, and he’s doing everything to stop it.
But you’ve had enough, “Stop denying yourself the possibility of love just because you see yourself as a monster!” Jay’s grip on your shoulders loosened, narrowing his eyes at you, “I don’t see you as a monster, Jongseong! From the moment we met I never once saw you as a monster. I was scared, yes, but never have I ever felt so safe being by your side.”
Jay took a deep breath in, studying your face.
“I don’t know much about how mates work for vampires, but I felt that knot you talked about. The moment we looked into each other's eyes at the clinic, I felt that knot. My whole life became yours.”
Jay folded at your words, releasing his hands from your shoulders, one reaching for your neck, and the other on your hip.
Jay accepted his fate, accepted the knot, and accepted you.
His lips connected to yours, breathing you in as if he was running out of oxygen.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, pulling you closer to him.
Jay pulled himself up on the couch, pulling you into his lap, deepening the kiss more.
You ran your hands in his dyed hair, causing Jay to send soft moans against your lips. His shorts hardening underneath you.
Jay rests his hands on your lower back, slowly pushing you down onto him with every moment you make.
The sensation you felt being completely connected to him sent butterflies to your stomach.
Every inch of pleasure Jay was feeling was amplified because of your bond. Every movement Jay made that turned you on, turned him on more.
It made you dizzy at his very touch. If making out with him felt like this, you could only imagine how sex would feel with him.
Jay released his lips from yours, resting his forehead against yours.
You both took deep breaths in, smiling and laughing.
“There’s that smile I love,” You whispered, “Smiling looks better on you than being Mr. Grumpy Pants.”
Jay chuckled, “You really irritate the fuck out of me.”
“And you’re stuck with me for life, right? Mates?”
Jay pulled your hair behind your ears, finally truly feeling every ounce of love Jungwon felt for his mate, towards you.
“Yes, beautiful,” Jay said, taking your face between his hands, “You're stuck with me just as much as I am stuck with you.”
He planted one last kiss on your lips, before tossing you off him.
“You really are an asshole.” You stuck your tongue out at him.
Jay rolled his eyes, “Go to bed, we have a big day tomor-“
You sat up on the couch, feeling the worry that he was feeling.
“Jay? Jongseong? What’s wrong?”
He pulls you towards him and behind him, away from the window.
The glass shatters, and a woman with dark red hair, steps through.
“Oh isn��t this a sight to see, Dorian will be excited to know his lovely friends rescued his lunch.”
You rolled your eyes, “I am so sick of hearing that.”
Jay clenched his jaw, his grip on you becoming even tighter.
“Didn’t think you were much for being in a pack, Lilly.” Jay hissed.
“Oh, we aren’t in a pack. Let's just say we are in an agreement.”
“He still wants __ doesn’t he?” Jay asked, already knowing the answer.
“He doesn’t just want Jungwon’s mate,” she sang, looking around Jay and directly at you, “He wants your mate as well.”
Your heart sank, the man responsible for almost killing you knows you’re still alive. You gripped onto the back of Jay’s shirt, pulling yourself closer.
“Why does he want Y/N and __?! There’s plenty of other people out there!”
“Now now, Jongseong, that’s not something a doctor should say.”
Lilly walked closer, studying the two of you.
“I’m not here to hurt you or take your mate from you, I just had to come to confirm Dorian’s suspensions.”
“What is he planning?”
Lilly laughed, “I don’t have the time nor patience to tell you, plus your pack just arrived, don’t want to be torn to pieces.”
With a wave, Lilly jumped out the window.
Jay pulled you to his chest, wrapping his arms tighter around you. Your whole body shakes with fear.
“Don’t be scared baby, I have you.” Jay ran his hand through your long hair, “And I won’t let them touch you.”
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Therapy Sessions
bau!team x psychiatrist!reader
Summary: fem!psychiatrist!reader has been a longtime psychiatrist of the BAU team. Always there to listen to their troubles. But what if she mysteriously disappears?
Warning: use of y/n and l/n, curse word(s?), mentions of trauma? (kind of)
part 2 (Doctor is In)
Monday, 11:04 AM
"Have you heard from Dr. L/N? I wanted to schedule my next appointment but can't reach her cell." Spencer, being your frequent visitor, asked his teammates as he stared at his flip phone in deep thought. Maybe the problem was his phone?
Emily turned her seat, legs crossed and arms flat on the armrests of her chair. "I actually wanted to schedule one yesterday. I couldn't reach her cell either." She shrugged, leaning backwards.
Derek rolled his eyes, "Maybe she's on a date? Let the woman have a life." He was your newest patient, though you have been listening to his troubles for 2 years.
You have been the BAU team's psychiatrist for the past six years, or more, you couldn't remember. All you could remember was how they slowly piled, one by one, in your office and shared their deepest sorrows to the safety of your listening ear.
It started when Spencer needed someone to rant to. He arrived at your clinic, soaking wet from the rain, and clutching your business card in his hand. You were about to leave for the day, but you didn't mind the extra hours you had to spend.
Then came JJ, who brought her concerns for Spencer but was completely anxious over different things. She was the sweetest woman alive that you have ever met. And it sometimes pained you to know that she had to endure adversities.
The others crammed right in like children asking for a little bit of company in the dark, and you were more than happy to provide them with a cozy sofa and a listening ear.
Spencer and Emily let go of the topic. Derek was right. They had to let you have a life outside of work, outside of listening from their cries. They bothered you with the shallowest inconvenience 24/7, and it didn't sit right to deprive you of having time off.
With that said, nonetheless, you have been part of their family. Even if you weren't a profiler, they welcomed you to one of Rossi's dinner parties just the same.
Emily loved to joke that you were their sweet, softhearted mommy, while Aaron Hotchner was their strict dad. You always laughed at that.
Tuesday, 4:32 PM
Penelope was maniacally tapping on her keys as she searched for information that the group asked her to look for. They flew out this morning, almost teleporting to Los Angeles for a fast escalating serial killer.
A ringing echoed in her background, waiting for the recipient to pick up the call. The number was yours.
"You've reached Dr. L/N's line. Please don't leave a message at all. Text me directly instead at 571..."
She sat up, rolling her chair across her room to reach her telephone and dropped the call. "No! Y/N! I need you to answer me so you can listen my dilemma!" Penelope whined, and speed dialed your number once again.
You may be the BAU's psychiatrist for six years, but you have been Penelope's psychiatrist for eight years. You were there when she broke down about the horrors of their recent cases, when she got shot, and many more events in her life that she couldn't help but rant about to you. You were her friend, and you felt honored to become one.
Wednesday, 10:57 PM
"Something's wrong." Spencer announced, sitting on the swivel chair with his legs crisscrossed.
Hotch immediately lifted his gaze from the file he had in his hands, glancing at Spencer. "What did you find?"
What the Unit Chief didn't know was that his youngest profiler has been staring into space for a good 30 minutes. Spencer fidgeted on the hem of his slacks. "Dr. L/N has never been MIA for more than a day." He replied, unaware of his conversation with his leader.
"Reid. I need your focus in this mission and not Dr. L/N's?" Hotch diverted, bringing his attention back to the file in his hands.
Thursday, 7:00 AM
Spencer's statement didn't leave the back of Hotch's mind, sending you a text as soon as his alarm went off. He couldn't get a blink of sleep.
As much as he tried to think about the case, worry for a compassionate friend began to creep in his veins.
Hey, if you don't mind. Would you happen to have time for me to visit on Saturday afternoon?
He tapped the sides of his phone, staring at the screen. With a small sigh, Hotch exited the bed and got ready for work.
Within the ten minutes he showered, a towel around his waist, Hotch glanced on the screen and furrowed his brows at the absence of your reply.
It wasn't like you were obligated to respond to him at that time of the day, but he had known you enough years to know that you were wide awake at the strike of 7 AM.
Hotch remembered clearly how the two of you coincidentally met at the park where he usually goes for a run. He learned then that you never fail to wake up on 5 AM in the morning, emptying your mind to make space for people's troubles that you gladly eased.
He dialed a phone number, "Hello, Garcia?"
Friday, 1:29 PM
The team arrived back to Quantico, wiped out and drained from the case, unenthusiastic of the fact that they had to stay for a few hours and complete some paperwork before they could finally go home.
"Did L/N change her number?" JJ walked in the bullpen, waving her phone to the others. She placed a hand on her hip as she navigated through her phone, preparing to edit your contact information.
Not to create competition, but JJ had it worst in their past case. The anxiety that coursed through her bloodstream needed the comfort of your soft voice. She would discuss it with her husband, Will, but you always understood better. She loved the way you explained her emotions to her, giving her a clearer vision of what she was feeling. It made it easier to express her feelings when she comes home to Will.
Spencer perked up, "I don't think so. She's very consistent with everything. She would've told us if she changed her number." He sat on his seat with his legs crisscrossed.
Derek didn't waste a minute and dialed your clinic's main landline. They should've been calling there to set an appointment anyways, but they were too attached to you to even bother. In their eyes, you were the whole clinic, no other psychiatrist available.
"Hi, you are calling from..." Multiple sighs of relief escaped out of the four of them when they finally got someone to pick up. "This is Alexa, what can I help you with today?"
"I wanted to set an appointment with Dr. L/N, does she have any open spots for this weekend?" Derek asked, making eye contact with the three agents with him, assuring them that everything was alright.
Until it wasn't.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Dr. L/N is not available right now but—"
"Is she on vacation?" Emily interjected, moving at the edge of her seat.
"Uh, who am I speaking to?"
They all exchanged looks. JJ leaned against Derek's desk, clearing her throat. "This is Jennifer Jareau from the FBI. I'm a friend of Dr. Y/N L/N and haven't been able to contact her in a while. I just wanted to ask if, by chance you have other means of contacting her?"
A long pause. Worry began to creep over their minds. They could hear murmurs and movements, and after three minutes of waiting, someone picked the phone back up.
"Good afternoon. My name is Dr. Basset, and I'm the head psychiatrist in the clinic. Unfortunately, we haven't heard of Dr. L/N since last Saturday. She hasn't been showing for her shift either. We were getting worried because she wasn't answering her personal cell and home landline. One of our staff knew where she lived, but her apartment was quiet. They said no one answered the door."
Well shit.
That wasn't normal for you to just disappear. You always notified the whole team three months before you would go on a vacation or a requested leave. So, you being unavailable with your means of communication spiked up their worry through the roof.
They nodded to each other, making a wordless agreement that whatever was happening, it was clear that it was not something they should take lightly.
"Okay, Dr. Basset. Is there a chance you can tell us any other information about Y/N? Her emergency contact, parents names, anything would help us." JJ swallowed the lump in her throat. Where could you be?
"Of course! Let me just go get it." Dr. Basset said, shuffling on his end.
Rossi walked out of his room with the intention of filling up his cup with another dose of coffee, but the expressions that the four agents had on their faces didn't pass his peripheral. "What happened? Did you all lose a bet with Garcia?"
Spencer turned his seat, "Dr. L/N is missing." He announced.
"Missing? Did someone report her missing?" Rossi knitted his brows. He wasn't frequent in your office, but he did have a monthly visit.
"She hasn't been to work for a week or answering any of our calls." Emily stated, biting the nail on her thumb.
"Call Hotch." Rossi told Emily, who didn't waste time nodding and went straight to Hotch's office. He looked at the others. "I know we everyone is tired from the case, but this one is very important."
Derek stood up, leather jacket wrapping his lean build. "You don't have to tell us twice." He glanced at Spencer, who was already standing, clutching his messenger bag. Then, to JJ, who nodded her chin of approval.
Emily was about to knock on Hotch's door when it swung open, a file in his hand. "We have a case." He announced.
"But-" Emily attempted to intervene, but he continued speaking.
"We need to find our psychiatrist, Dr. Y/N L/N. Penelope's on her way to debrief us. Gather in the conference room in five minutes."
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Exposure Therapy pt. 7
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Pairing | Jonathan Crane × reader
Summary | Your usual daily session is interrupted and chaos follows not long after.
Warnings | 18+, sexual content, smut, praise, degradation, face fucking, deep throating, exhibitionism??, grinding, fear gas, angst, kind of? He’s just not good at emotions, but you are very persistent lmao.
Words | 3.3k
Notes | I hope y'all remember what happens in Batman begins lmao. (Okay I’m worried I made the end too complicated because I had to reread some of the things he said multiple times and really think about it to understand what he was trying to say… lmk what y’all think of it pls)
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Part 6
You started a nice routine. So far he’s only been gone one day, but other than that you would always come to his office sometime around lunch, depending on if he was able to let himself have a break from his work or not. Usually after you ate was when he would give you a few things to do, but sometimes he got too impatient and fucked you instead. He learned very quickly though that your come drunk mind is not able to complete anything he gives you, so he does his best to wait and save that until after you’ve done a decent amount of work. He still hasn’t had you help with the experiments directly yet though. Which you thought was weird given how eager he seemed for your help. Okay maybe not eager…
Two weeks passed by quickly and you found yourself looking forward to each day, which you haven’t felt since you got here. You tried not to think about that too much though.
He brought pasta today, in to-go containers, and you ate it eagerly. He was mostly used to your eating habits by now, understanding that you’re only getting one decent tasting meal a day, but he still often reprimanded you for eating too fast.
“How much time is left of your lunch break?” You asked as you finished your food and he glanced at the clock on the wall.
“Half an hour.”
“Good.” You stood up, discarding the empty container on his desk, and walked over to him. When you dropped to your knees, he raised his brows and eyed you curiously. “Move back.” You said, glancing down to the chair. Without saying a word, he rolled the chair back and you slipped under the desk, using the arms of the chair to pull him back in.
“What do you think you’re doing?” He asked, but it was amused, not a warning. You placed a hand over his already hardening cock, making his breath hitch.
“If you really don’t want me to, I guess I can stop.” You said, knowing he wouldn’t dare do anything of the sort. When he didn’t respond, you worked on freeing his length, then took it in your hand, stroking it to full hardness. He let out a shaky breath and both hands came down to your hair, making you pause.
“Keep eating, doctor.” You teased and his cock twitched. He huffed, but removed one hand, the other threading through your hair. You continued stroking him, then leaned down and enveloped the tip in your mouth. His grip on your hair tightened, but he gave no other indication that he was affected by your ministrations. Which only made you want to try harder. You swallowed him deeper in your mouth, hand stroking the base, then started moving up and down at a slow pace. He let you maintain control for a while, his hand tight on your hair but not pushing you down just yet.
Taking a deep breath through your nose, you placed both hands on his thighs and forced yourself down as far as you could without gagging. He let out a choked moan and his hand suddenly forced you down the rest of the way, making your eyes widened as they filled with tears. He let out a low moan as he held you there, even as you dug your nails into his covered thighs. When he finally let you pull off, you coughed lightly, but quickly continued.
“So eager. Do you like sucking me off?” You moaned around his length in agreement, never slowing the bobbing of your head. “I can tell. I bet you’re already soaked.” He chuckled and your face heated up. You let out a startled moan when he suddenly pushed his leg out between your thighs, pressing it against your core. You took the stimulation greedily, rutting against his leg as you hallowed out your mouth and pressed your tongue against the underside of his length.
You weren’t sure if he was still eating, but his free hand was still above the desk and he stopped talking for a moment so you assumed he was. When you went all the way down and froze again, he pushed you down the rest of the way until his cock passed your throat barrier, making you choke.
“That’s it. You just need a little help getting there, don’t you?” He said through a moan and your hips bucked faster at the passable excuse for praise. “We'll have to work on that though. I shouldn’t have to do all the work every time, should I?” You sputtered around his cock, tears falling down your cheeks, staining the fabric of his pants. When you tried to push yourself back up, his grip on your hair turned painful and he forced you down impossibly deeper.
“Shh, just take it.” He uttered softly at your panicked choking. Finally stopping the pressure, you quickly pulled away, coughing and almost hyperventilating, making him roll back a little to see your face. “You can take a little more right? I’m so close.” Even though his tone sounded a little mocking, you were pretty sure he was genuinely asking. So you cleared your throat and nodded, letting out a raspy, “yeah.”
“Good girl.” He said, giving you a proud smile, and your hips stuttered forward at the praise, making his smile turn into a small smirk. He rolled back in and let you pick up where you left off, bobbing your head up and down his length, now very encouraged to help him reach his orgasm. He seemed to grow impatient though and he moved your head faster, fucking your mouth, almost breaching your throat barrier with each thrust. He fucked you like that a few times before someone knocked on the door. Your eyes widened and he forced you all the way down, holding you there.
“Dr. Crane?” Someone called out from the other side.
“No sounds.” He warned, tightening his grip to hold you flush to his pelvis. “Come in.” You were so incredibly glad that the back of his desk was covered when you heard the door open.
“Miss Dawes is back. She’s asking about Falcone.” The man said. Your eyes burned and so did your lungs the longer you went without oxygen. When you let out a choked whimper and instinctively tried to pull off, he released your hair to instead place a hand on the back of your head, holding you against him with an iron grip.
“I am on my lunch break.”
“She’s insisting.” The man above you let out a heavy sigh.
“Fine. Tell her I’ll be there in a few minutes.” The door closed and he released you, letting you pull off as you coughed and sputtered, a trail of saliva connecting the head of his cock to your lips. He waited impatiently for you to recover before using both hands to grab your head and force you back down, starting a brutal pace of pounding your mouth. Each thrust made your choke and gag as he forced his cock into your throat every time. When he cursed under his breath and his hips started bucking with each move of your head, you knew he was nearing his orgasm.
He pulled you all the way down with a low moan and you felt hot come hitting the back of your throat, not even letting you swallow it because of how deep he was. You let out a muffled whimper as he continued holding you there, only letting you pull away once his cock stopped twitching.
As you recovered, he used the napkins he brought for lunch to wipe his cock before tucking himself back in his pants and moving the chair back.
“Come here.” He said softly, holding a hand out for you to take. You crawled out from under his desk and used his hand to get to your feet, leaning against the furniture behind you. When he stood and used a clean napkin to wipe your face, your cheeks heated up. “I’m sorry I cannot stay with you this time.” He said, focusing on the task.
“It’s okay.” You croaked, clearing your throat when you heard how hoarse your voice was.
“Before I forget,” He discarded the napkin then reached into the plastic bag from the restaurant, pulling out another to-go container— this one much smaller than the other one— and handing it to you, “I thought you might enjoy this.” You took it from him and could practically feel your mouth salivating at the sight of the brownie in the box. It was nothing fancy, just a plain brownie, but you haven’t had dessert in weeks and you started to miss chocolate.
“Oh this looks amazing. Thank you.” You smiled, looking up at him, receiving a nod and a tight lipped smile in response.
“I will escort you back.” He said, taking a step away from you to let you move away from the desk as he collected his things. “Grab your bag.” He said, when you started walking without it.
“Right… sorry.” You said sheepishly, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks. He made no other comment about your mistake as he led you to the door while you put the container in your bag. “Who’s Miss Dawes?” You asked as you walked down the now familiar hallways.
“No one of your concern.” He said coldly, but he seemed to notice his tone. “Someone who’s been getting too close to what I’m doing here.” He explained, tone still void of emotion, but not as harsh.
“I see.” You said, then added, “You can’t do anything about it?” He turned to you with an almost amused expression on his face because of what you were implying.
“No. She works for the DA's office.”
“Oh.” You arrived at your cell and he opened the door for you.
“I will see you soon. I am not exactly sure when that will be though.” He said, easing your nerves, probably because of what he did the last time he returned you to your cell.
“Okay.” You walked inside, then turned and gave him a small smile, receiving a curt nod in response before he closed the door.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed, but you finished the brownie, got through six chapters of a book and covered two pages of the sketch book in drawings before you started growing a little tired. Not knowing what time it was, you decided to just lay down and try to sleep, but a loud noise followed by an alarm had you bolting up in your bed. You got up to try and see anything through the small window on the door, but the hallway was empty. Deciding not to feed into your anxiety, you turned back around, but froze at the sound of your door being unlocked. Was whoever was responsible for the alarms coming for you now?
You all but sighed in relief when Dr. Crane was on the other side of the door, but your brows furrowed in confusion when you saw the open straight jacket he was wearing, as well as the scarecrow mask in his hand.
“Hurry, we don’t have much time.” He said, holding his free hand out for you to take. You grabbed it and he started briskly walking down the halls to his office, practically pulling you along behind him.
“What’s going on? Why are you wearing that?”
“I’ll explain later, please just trust me right now.” Another loud sound came from outside and he stiffened, then sped up significantly. When you walked through the doors he went straight to his desk and grabbed a gas mask, then tossed it to you as he put on his scarecrow mask. You stared at him in confusion as he walked toward you.
“Put it on.” His tone was stern but it wasn’t out of anger it was out of fear. You obeyed and as soon as the mask was on, he was grabbing you and pulling you into the hallway toward the front door.
“Where are we going?” You asked, voice muffled by the mask. He opened the door and you were met with the sight of pure chaos. People were attacking each other in the street, police horses were running wild, their riders nowhere to be found. He led you over to a horse and lifted himself onto it, then tried to help you on before you stopped him. You could barely get a word out before he was interrupting you.
“Just get on.” You nervously eyed the wriggling horse before sighing and lifting yourself onto it with his help. You sat behind him, not sure what to do, but when the horse bucked up and started running, you let out a startled scream and quickly wrapped your arms around his torso.
“Where are we going?” You had to yell over the screaming people you were passing and honestly for a moment you weren’t sure he even heard you.
“Somewhere safer than this.” You passed inmates, police officers, and civilians alike, all of them yelling and either running or attacking. When you saw something flying in your direction, you thought you had truly lost it, but he turned down a street to avoid it before you could get a good look at it.
As he continued down the panic filled streets, there were less and less people and you saw water up ahead. He stopped in front of a warehouse near the docks and jumped off before helping you down.
“What the hell was that thing?” You asked as he led you inside.
“Gotham’s self-appointed protector, a deluded soul in a costume.” He said, voice dripping with loathing and contempt. The darkness of the room caught your attention, shifting your focus away from the questions you initially wanted to ask about his response.
“What is this place?”
“When the Bat started sniffing around, I moved some of my belongings here.” He closed and locked the door, then walked over to a wall to turn on the dim lights. “It should be safe to take off the mask now. If it’s not, I prepared an antidote, just to be safe.” You tentatively removed the gas mask after he removed his own.
“That was all your toxin?” You asked, shocked.
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“It was not my plan.” He defended. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest, gaze drifting down to the straight jacket.
“Why are you wearing that?”
“I have the Bat to thank for this.” He said bitterly. You stared at him, trying to psych yourself up to ask what you really wanted to know.
“Why did you come back for me? Why didn’t you just escape?” When he turned around and started walking to a desk in the center of the room, you thought he was just going to ignore you.
“I’ve worked too hard on you. It’d be a pity to let that go to waste over something as simple as not stopping by your room.” He said simply, making your brows furrow. You followed after him and when he turned back to face you, he read your expression easily. “First you complain about being there and now you complain about me taking you somewhere else.” Despite his annoyance, there was a small smile on his lips.
“I’m not complaining, I'm just confused.”
“You said you’d help me. Now more than ever I need assistance. Have the few minutes of freedom changed your mind already?” He almost seemed… hurt.
“That’s not-“ You let out a heavy sigh in frustration. “Why can’t you be honest with me?”
“I am,”
“You’re not. You really expect me to believe that you took me just because you need help? When you could’ve gotten any lowlife to do it instead?”
“Yes.” He said simply. You clenched your jaw and stared at him, then let out a dry chuckle.
“Fine. What do you need help with?” You waited in agonizing silence as he studied you.
“Why are you so bothered by this?” That made you scoff.
“Are you serious?” You asked and when he didn’t respond, you continued. “I’ve given you everything— everything that wasn’t taken from me— and in return, all you do is treat me like one of your experiments.” You watched his jaw tick as it clenched, but you couldn’t stop, not now that you’ve started. “You want my help, you want me to eat with you, you give me a fucking sketch pad, but you come back for me just because it would be a pity to let your work go to waste?” You could feel tears welling in your eyes as you said it out loud.
“Why can’t you give me something— anything, to prove that I’m not just an experiment to you.” You said quietly. He swallowed thickly and looked away from you. Just say it, you begged silently. Please just say it.
“What do you want me to say? You want me to tell you that I like being around you? That I couldn’t harm you again, no matter how hard I tried? That the thought of leaving you in that place, without me there to protect you, is enough to make me risk my life?” When he finished, his expression was something you’ve never seen on him before.
“If it’s true.” You said quietly, holding your breath.
“Even if it is, you expect too much of me. I am not able to give you what you truly want.”
“I just want you.” You took a step toward him, but froze when he took one back.
“No. You want someone who can provide you with more than just books or art supplies and simple kindness. You want someone who can make you feel like more than an experiment and I am not able to give that to you.” Even though you understood that you had nothing to do with his attachment issues, your chest still ached knowing that you’re not enough for him to want to try.
“I know that your ways of expressing affection are unconventional, but it’s enough for me to just know. You don’t have to say it.”
“I may not be a good person, but I am not selfish enough to keep you from finding what you truly desire under the basis of false affection. No matter how much I wish to keep you by my side.”
“What I desire is to be by your side!” You said, exacerbated. “I don’t need emotional confessions or labels. I can feel it in the way you touch me, the way you speak to me, the things you do for me.” He was silent for a long time and you forced yourself to maintain eye contact, even as your eyes were filling with tears once again.
“That is not how you really feel and as the one who’s emotions haven’t been manipulated, it would be wrong of me to continue taking advantage of you in your current state,”
“You made me like this!” You yelled, feeling a tear escape your waterline. When you continued, you tried to lower your voice to a normal level. “You made me feel like this… Please don’t pretend like all of this is just in my head.” When he remained silent, you whimpered out one last, “Please.”
“Eventually you’ll realize that I’m right- that all of this was just a coping mechanism.” You let out an irritated sigh, getting over this back and forth very quickly.
“Tell me.” You said, significantly harsher than before.
“What?”
“Tell me to my face that I’m nothing more than an experiment. Tell me and I’ll drop it.” He clenched his jaw and let out a heavy breath through his nose, not able to maintain eye contact. The longer he remained silent, the harder it was to hold in the tears. “Please.” You whispered, making him look at you again.
“Even if you aren’t, the confession would be inadmissible,”
“It wouldn’t!” You yelled and he let out another heavy sigh.
“I will only disappoint you, but to satiate your masochistic tendencies…” He paused with a sigh and you held your breath. “You are more than an experiment.”
Part 8
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Heated ~ pt.5
Pt.1 ~ Pt.2 ~ Pt.3 ~ Pt.4 ~ Pt.5 ~ Pt.6 ~ Pt.7 ~ Pt.8 ~ Pt.9
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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.
THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake.
Warnings: Skinny dipping, Wolffe's massive D, some minor agression/violence, possessive behaviors, general Crosshair assholery, Hunter's an idiot
Bruh we finally gonna get through this slow burn I promise. Bear with me. Anyways...get intoit I guess
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"Again… or Lula gets it." Crosshair aimed his pistol at the stuffed bunny sitting on top of one of the crates.
Both you and Wrecker screamed, demanding Lula’s immediate liberation, but he just fired a warning shot, barely missing her ear.
"Alright!" You screamed under duress. You turned back to Hunter, who was waiting for you to strike. "Kriffing dictator," you mumbled, making Hunter snort.
"Lock in, Pip," Hunter rasped. "One pin and you can go eat lunch."
You huffed, knowing this was going to be a challenge. The past week had been tough on all of you. You had been enlisted in joining the other medics in caring for the injured regs, which, after the first few days, you realized the campaign in liberating Kashyyyk from separatist and Trandoshan occupation was going to take much longer than anyone had anticipated. The problem seemed to be worse than the Jedi Council had thought.
The boys had become relentless in your training. The second you’d be off shift, they’d be lording your food overhead in exchange for a few hours of combat training. You complied, desperate for something to fill your belly. You noticed you were starting to get stronger, your body was getting a little more hardened, and you were starting to actually like it, though you’d never tell them that, or else they’d just keep you at it until you collapsed.
Your little training sessions even started to get the attention of the 104th boys. They’d gather in small groups, trying to watch you like a sporting event. You were confused at first, but Tech informed you they were staring because they’ve never seen an omega fight before. It was unnatural, to Crosshair's point.
But even the grumpy sniper came around; he realized being with them, a special forces group, put you in a uniquely vulnerable position compared to an average medic. (It definitely wasn’t because Hunter beat him over the head with the idea until he agreed.) That's when he started threatening Lula’s life to coerce you into playing their games.
"Get him, omega!" A couple of Wolf Pack boys barked from the trees. You were pretty sure they were the same clones you had treated that morning.
You glared at them and then dropped your fists, looking to Hunter with soft eyes, begging him to stop. He relaxed, recognizing you were uncomfortable, deciding to end your training early. The 104th boys groaned disappointed, making Hunter shrug. Even Crosshair sighed annoyingly, lowering his blaster.
When you were in close enough proximity to your unsuspecting Sergeant, you quickly snaked your boot out, just like he showed you, and flipped him to the ground. You saw a brief moment of surprise when he hit the moss-covered floor before his eyes focused in. Just when you were about to jump on top of him to make the pin, he rolled both of you and shoved you off.
You briefly heard the Wolf Pack cheering when you recovered and swung your leg out, taking him down to the ground again. This time you were ready and rolled into his side, grabbing his arm, wrenching it back. He curled in, wrapping his legs around your torso, trying to pry you off. Just when he nearly had you in a pin, you jabbed your two fingers into a nerve point in his thigh, making him yelp and release you. That gave you just enough time to slam your body on top of him and hold him for the pin.
"Damn," Wolffe crossed his arms, walking up to the two of you from the clearing, impressed with what he was seeing.
"Good job," Hunter stood up, helping you with him. "You’re getting better, Pip."
"Can I go eat now?" You asked pleadingly, hearing your stomach growl.
He just nodded and let you go. You smiled and ran off with Wrecker, starving for Echo’s cooking.
Wolffe stood there watching you disappear back into the Marauder with his good eye. "Why are you training her?"
Hunter crossed his arms. "She’s been in some tough situations. She doesn’t have the same protections she would have with the 501st when working with us."
Wolffe nodded. "I heard about the incident on Crait. General Plo is concerned with the implications."
Hunter nodded solemnly. It was still a bit of a sore topic if he was being honest. He prided himself on being a good Sergeant who cared deeply for his unit and tried his best to keep them safe even in the most dangerous scenarios.
"Have you heard anything else?" Wolffe asked.
Hunter just shook his head. "Nothing beyond what we experienced. Though I’m sure the council has it under control."
Wolffe just nodded and turned to look at the war camp in the distance. Campfires billowed in the distance while his men gathered, making their meals.
"So…" He noticed Hunter side-eye him. "She yours or what?"
Hunter narrowed his glare. "Commander?" He felt his heart rate increase and a possessive tightness in his chest.
"Did you mate her on Crait?" Wolffe pressed.
Hunter faced him square on.
"Y/N is her own person," Hunter corrected, trying to keep his calm despite his growing hatred for the scarred alpha in front of him. "Besides almost killing her, no, no one has laid a hand on her."
Wolffe just rolled his eyes. "You don’t have to pretend with me, Sergeant. No alpha can resist that."
Hunter bit his tongue, wanting nothing more than to punch that smug look off of Wolffe’s face. Hunter was all too aware of how you made the regs turn their heads when you graced them with your presence. He knew his men were guilty of it as well. Y/N was a perfect omega. Every alpha's scents seemed to spike in your presence; he was shocked you couldn’t smell it. They were all praying you’d give them a little attention or a gentle touch. It was driving him crazy.
"Relax," Wolffe looked at Hunter's flexing fists. "I won’t do anything to your little medic… unless she asks." His smile was devilish. Hunter watched the Commander return back to his men, who were getting rowdy in the field up ahead.
Hunter took a deep breath, trying to force his racing heartbeat to calm. Crosshair came prowling up behind him silently like a loth-cat. "What was that all about?"
Hunter grunted and looked at his brother. "He asked if she was my mate."
Crosshair put a new toothpick up to his lips. "He’s been after her since Coruscant." Crosshair’s tone was nonchalant. "He’ll lose interest eventually."
Hunter shook his head annoyed; he doubted that. He returned back to the Marauder with Crosshair for their lunch before Wrecker elected to eat their portions too.
Hunter was going to be keeping an eye on Wolffe from here on out… that was final.
It was about the fifth week into the battle of Kashyyyk when you noticed the change. The boys seemed to have altered their behavior around you drastically.
At first, it seemed harmless, just alphas being alphas. They’d walk at least five paces behind you everywhere, even when you’d be called into a shift in the triage tent. They’d wait outside, talking, until it was time for you to clock out and return back with them for more training.
Then it turned into something… different.
It first started with Crosshair when he had decided he wanted to teach you how to start shooting more long-range. He had arranged you how he liked on the ground around firepuncher. When he wasn’t happy with your grip, he knelt down next to you, keeping his hands on yours a little longer than usual. Then came your positioning. He suddenly decided he didn’t like that either, so he kneeled down, using his own knees to part your legs and push your left into a more bent position. You felt your face heat up as your ass pressed against his firm thighs. He acted like nothing was amiss, but you were struggling more than usual trying to hit the target in front of you.
Then there was Tech. He had asked for a bit of assistance when fiddling with some panels under the ship’s console. You laid down next to him, helping hold some wires while he soldered carefully, and instead of asking you to pass him the needle-nose pliers, he just reached over you, pressing you into the ground with his weight. You struggled to breathe calmly as his face nearly pressed into your neck while he reached for the tools. He had done this a few more times, making you absolutely squirm next to him.
Wrecker had been a little more needy the past few weeks, asking you to look at small cuts and bruises. You think it was just because you had always babied him a little more than the others, but now he was becoming insistent that you look at every single injury and giving you a pout if you denied him. You were suspecting he was causing these little injuries just to get your attention.
Lastly was Hunter. While he was a bit more discreet, he definitely didn’t miss an opportunity to brush up against you or place a hand on your back as he passed by. One particular night you had been bent over the bathroom sink rinsing toothpaste from your mouth when he suddenly needed to shimmy by you to grab his razor from the shower caddy. You had shot up, and he apologized with a tap to your hip before leaving with his things. You just stood there in shock, trying to figure out if you were just imagining things.
This morning, Tech accompanied you when you had to clock in for rotations at the medic’s tent. You gave him a little wave before disappearing through the canvas curtains. You walked up to the 104th medic in charge and handed him your charge card. He punched you into the system and let you go on your way.
"Hey Y/N!" Your new friend, Tanan, called out to you. He was an omega in the GAR civilian medic program too and he has been stationed with the 104th since the beginning of their campaign.
"Hi Tanan." You smiled, setting down your canteen and snack sack.
"Got a lot coming in today," he said, looking around at all of the regs lying in cots. He flipped back his blonde hair, trying to tie it behind his head to keep it out of his brown eyes.
"What happened?" You noticed all of their field bandages.
"Shrapnel," he replied, sanitizing his laser suture.
"Bomb?" You looked around at the charring on their armor, letting you know it was some kind of incendiary.
"Most likely," he said, handing you a pair of gloves. You grabbed a pair of sterile tweezers and walked up to the first trooper who was sitting on the edge of his cot.
"Hello, trooper," you smiled and softly approached him.
He looked at you with wide eyes. "Are you the medic?" he asked.
You nodded and knelt down next to him, setting your things next to him on the cot.
"Mhmm. I’m Y/N."
"I’m CT- 3678, but my vod call me Tack."
"Nice to meet you, Tack." You reached out, tilting his face to the side. There was a tattoo running along the side of his neck all the way under the collar of his blacks.
"What happened?" You asked, picking up the tweezers and starting to pluck little shards of metal out of his cheek.
"Clankers set off a big one," he said, looking up at you, "never seen something like that before."
"It was guerrilla Trandoshan made," a clone behind Tack chimed in.
You just scrunched your nose disapprovingly and concentrated on your work. The alpha in front of you relaxed the more you plucked from him. You were certain it was uncomfortable. A lot of shrapnel patients have been coming in the past few days, but today seemed to be the worst. The metal was strange, shimmering green, nothing like you’d ever seen before.
"I don’t recognize your clothes," Tack said, looking at your green pants, "Are you GAR?"
"Oh yeah," you smiled, "My uniform got messed up a few weeks ago after the first wave so I had to resort to the civvies." The white GAR uniform didn’t stand a chance out here on the front lines. Instead, you opted for your darks and your identifying badge.
"Ahh," he said, nodding.
"I’m not usually out of base for this long so I wasn’t really prepared."
"You’re not with the 104th?" He asked. He must be a shiny.
"No." You tilted his head back and forth, looking for any missed pieces, "I’m with the 99’s."
"The 99’s?" The other clone asked from over Tack’s shoulder, "The commandos?"
You nodded. "Alright, I think I got it all. Let me get some bacta, and you’ll be cleared." You grabbed an applicator and began dotting it over the cuts.
"Wait, are you the omega Commander’s always talking about?"
"What?" You looked at the other clone, giving Tack a tap on the shoulder, letting him stand.
"Yeah, he’s always going on about the omega running with the 99’s!" He smiled, "Told us about the attack on Crait."
You paled. In the background, a clone trooper screamed in pain, making you focus back on your work.
"What’s your name?" You asked, moving on to him, grabbing your scanner.
"Grim."
"I’m Y/N, and yeah, I guess I’m that omega." You shook your head and started scanning the clone. You noticed the way he clutched his arm, and your scans confirmed it was dislocated.
"Sweet." He looked at you with playful eyes. You raised a brow at him, "You got something to say, trooper?"
He smiled, "Commander said you were pretty…"
You took his arm and looked him in the eyes before aggressively resetting the limb. He let out a pained gasp, not expecting you to do that so suddenly and mercilessly.
"He was right." He gritted out, clutching the arm.
"What’s your position?" You asked, walking over to the supply bin to get a fresh sling. You ripped open the plastic baggie and walked back over to him.
"Sniper," he groused, starting to feel the dull pain in his shoulder.
You laughed, "Oh, you’d like one of my alphas then…"
He quirked a brow, "One of?”
You felt your cheeks redden. "Sorry, they're pack. I meant, we have an enhanced sniper. His name is Crosshair. He hates everyone though... except firepuncher."
Grim chuckled. "Oh yes, my little lady is my favorite girl as well." He gestured to the rifle leaned up against his cot. You just smiled and sent him on his way.
What is it with snipers and their guns?
The day continued like this. Tech only came to bother you when Echo had lunch ready, but by the time the sun was setting, you were exhausted and covered in blood and various gross fluids. With a sigh, you cracked your back and stretched your arms, eager to eat some chow and get to bed, but first, you wanted to wash up.
The Marauder’s water supply had been recycled too many times to be considered usable, so your squad had resorted to hiking down to the river to wash up and do laundry. You had begged Tech to fly the Marauder closer to the lake to drain the reserves and refill with fresh water, but he didn’t want to waste any fuel before they could return to Coruscant. You pouted but knew he was right in the end.
"Ready?" Crosshair asked, meeting you outside the medic center.
You just nodded and followed after him as he walked you through the camp. You passed groups of men you’d "kind of" come to know over the past few weeks, along with Wookiee leaders and warriors. Once you passed through the camp, the hike back to the Marauder was mostly in the dark. All you could see was the campfire in the distance, with Echo tending to whatever meat Wrecker and Hunter had tracked down that day.
"I’m going to wash up first." You gestured to your ruined outfit. He just nodded and detoured to the fire while you rifled through your things, looking for the soap packets and a fresh pair of clothes.
"I’ll be back!" You called out to the boys before starting your trek through the darkening woods. Passing all the familiar trail markers, you could hear the river rushing up ahead. You grabbed your little solar lantern and flicked it on, setting it down on your favorite rock. Looking around to make sure the coast was clear, you began stripping down to nothing, throwing your dirty clothes in the wash basket you had woven with Tech’s instruction on the second week on Kashyyyk.
You took a deep breath before toeing into the freezing cold water. You let out a little squeal as you sank in, fully submerging yourself in the lazy water. This was the moment where you always began to miss the heated showers on the Marauder. The water was chilling, it made your muscles start to lock up if you took too long.
Moving quickly, you reached up to the rock, grabbing a packet of hair wash and tearing open the brown paper, pouring the contents into your hand. You rubbed your hands together, causing the powder to rehydrate, and then you lathered it everywhere. Scrubbing your scalp aggressively, you were determined to get every little bit of sweat and blood out of your locks. Once satisfied, you sunk under the water, letting the current rinse out the suds.
When you resurfaced, you heard the telltale sound of someone approaching through the woods. You lowered yourself below the currents and silently huddled closer to the rock, feeling your heart start to race.
"Nah, Corporal said tomorrow we have a new mission objective—" One of the men said. You peeked around from your hiding spot to see a trooper chucking his shirt over his head and throwing it onto a rock, reaching down for his waistband.
You bit your lip and moved back around the rock, determined to finish up and get out without being seen. You reached up and turned off your lantern and grabbed your body detergent. You quickly got to work, taking your scrub brush to your nails, trying to get as much crusted blood out of them while the men bathed, unaware of your presence.
You heard them continue to talk about Corporal Comet as they stripped down and jumped into the water, yelling and making all types of noise.
It was time to scrub your dirtied clothes after giving them some time to soak. You reached around the rock, grabbing the loose weave basket and bringing it in front of you. In the process, you knocked over a round rock, hearing it plonk into the river.
"Hey! What was that?" One of the men said, and your heart jumped.
"Kriff," you whispered, throwing your unwashed clothes up onto the shore and crawled out, grabbing your towel. You quickly wrapped it around you and squatted down to finish your washing. You heard them coming and knew you had no other option but to just stay there and pretend like you didn’t hear them.
"Warthog, is that you?" You heard one of them yell.
"Tryna cop a peek?" They laughed from over the stones.
"You're a freak," one of them chastised.
You just tucked the towel a little tighter around yourself as one of them climbed around one rock, stopping in their tracks.
"Oh shit!" He immediately realized his mistake. "S-sorry…"
"What are you looking at, trooper?..."
Then you were met with one grey, scarred eye that made your throat instantly tighten up.
Up above, Wolffe and one of his troopers stared down at you in all their naked glory. You coughed and quickly shot your eyes upward, trying to avoid looking at their bodies. Clone standards apparently didn’t apply to the Commander. He was well-endowed, and you instantly felt your face redden at the realization.
Only the trooper had the humility to be self-conscious, covering himself and shrinking back down the rock and into the water. Meanwhile, the commander in front of you didn’t seem phased in the slightest; he carried himself with so much confidence standing there.
He let out a low whistle. "Sorry, mesh’la," he smirked. "Didn’t know you were over here."
"I’m just finishing up," you fidgeted, tightening your towel and praying for him to go back to his washing.
"No need to rush on our account," he flashed you a charming smile, showing off his white teeth as he folded his arms across his broad, muscular chest, puffing out slightly. He had a couple of scars littering his pecs along with a wolf tattoo on his ribs. He was clearly enjoying your mortification.
"I, uh... I…" You went to step back, but a loose rock wobbled under your bare foot, causing you to lose your balance. Wolffe reached forward to catch you, but when he grabbed your arm, you both went tumbling into the water. You screamed as you were totally submerged in the freezing water; all you heard was his disgruntled grunt before being swept under.
The undercurrents suddenly made it difficult to surface as you felt yourself being dragged downstream, ripping your towel from your body as you passed over bedrocks. You paddled weakly, but you weren’t a skilled swimmer, and the water was much stronger this far out.
You suddenly felt a warm arm wrap around your midsection, and the force of the water as Wolffe dragged you up to the surface, clutching you close to his front. You pawed wildly at the water, sputtering and coughing like a drowned tooka as he swam with the two of you.
"I got you," he said, finding his footing and lifting the two of you into the shallows again. "Relax!"
You went limp under his arm, letting him rescue the two of you. His broad hand wrapped securely around your rib cage, holding you firm against his large body as he trudged closer to shore. When he finally could keep the two of your heads above water, you tried wriggling free again, suddenly hyper-aware of your nakedness.
"Omega. Stop," he growled, trying to keep his grip. He leaned forward, grabbing onto a smooth rock and hauling you out of the path of the currents. You panted, trying to calm your racing heart. You weren’t sure if it was from the fear of drowning or the fact that Wolffe’s deliciously strong and warm naked body was pleasantly pressed against your back right now. You wanted to rub yourself further into him; your entire body was freezing except for the warmth radiating off of him, it was sinful.
"Wolffe," you cleared your throat, coughing up the last of the water.
He slowly let go of you, keeping you on the shallower side of the riverbank. You wrapped your arms around your chest, covering yourself before turning to face him. "Thanks," you sighed, shoving your soaked hair back out of your eyes and letting yourself catch your panicked breath.
"Any time, mesh’la," he said, fighting to catch his breath, letting his chest heave. "Your boys always keeping you out of trouble, huh?"
You laughed quietly, starting to shiver. "Pretty much."
"Come here," he said, offering you his hand. You hesitantly took it and let him pull you into him so he could warm you. Keeping one hand sturdy on the rock, he used the other to hold you close and warm your chilled skin. You shuddered, pressing further into his plush chest. His scent was delicious, spiced and salty. You couldn’t help but take a deep breath in, letting it dance along your scent receptors; your omega was thrilled.
"Can you swim?" he asked softly.
You shook your head. "I was born and raised on Coruscant. I’ve never swum before or even really seen so much water before." You remembered what Rex had told you about Tapoca City and how the entire civilization was surrounded by water. The clones probably had plenty of swimming experience.
"Cyra’ika, you gotta be more careful," he shook his head, rubbing your back soothingly.
"I know," you agreed. "I didn’t really anticipate this happening." You felt his rough hands rub slow circles into your back, and you sighed, finally starting to warm up again.
“I lost my towel,” you groaned, realizing you had absolutely nothing to dry yourself off with or keep you covered in any way.
“I’ll get you mine,” he said, standing up straight and looking over your shoulder. “Stay here.”
You nodded and sat down on the smooth rock, keeping your chest covered as he crawled out of the river and began walking back to where his men were.
“What the fuck?” you whispered to yourself, shaking your head. Echo’s going to eat this up, you already knew.
Wolffe returned quickly, sporting a pair of black briefs when he handed you his towel. You took it from him, keeping your back turned as you wrapped yourself in it. It smelled like him, warmed spice, and you fought back a little purr bubbling up in your chest.
“Here,” he handed you his hand again. “Let’s get you back.”
To your pack. You hesitated, making him furrow his brow. You took his hand, but you knew this was going to cause a ruckus. He helped pull you up the slippery rock as you used the other hand to hold his towel closed, trying to keep a shred of your dignity together.
You could already hear the lecture Hunter was going to give you. Spending time alone with the Commander, nonetheless naked. Ugh. You should have told Wolffe to let you drown. But the view as the Commander’s tight ass was certainly was making it worth it. His back was rippled with muscles along with his sturdy thighs. You wanted to lean forward and sink your teeth into him. You had to take a deep breath before things got out of control and he noticed arousal scenting from you.
When Wolffe finally got you back to where you had left your things, you quickly realized, in your fall, the splash had soaked your clothes too.
“Kriff,” you bent down, holding up your little sleep t-shirt. The grey fabric was soaked through along with your fresh panties and sleep pants.
Wolffe just snickered and turned his back, letting you change in peace. Well, at least he’s honorable, you thought to yourself when you brought the soggy shirt over your head. You slid your panties up, cringing at the coldness, and then finally the sleep pants.
“This is awful,” you mumbled, picking up your other things. Wolffe laughed and left to get changed too, yelling something to his unit about returning to camp. They hollered at him when he returned to find you standing there with your wet laundry and dirty clothes in hand.
He took the lantern and let you lead the way through the now-dark forest. When you started to smell whatever food Echo had doctored up, your stomach growled, desperate for a hot meal.
“You should go,” you turned to take the solar lantern in your hands.
“Why?” he smirked. “Afraid your pack won’t approve?”
“I know they won’t,” you jested. “They’re protective.”
He gave an amused huff. “Well, thanks for the thrill, omega,” he smiled, turning on his heel back towards the river, giving you a good view of that ass.
“My name is Y/N!” you called after him.
“I know,” he winked at you.
You bit your lip, watching him fully disappear into the darkness before you trudged the last trail back to the Marauder. Your head was spinning. You thanked the maker you had your suppressor implant; without it, you knew you’d be acting like a pathetic horny teenager. Being rescued by a hot, rugged alpha had to be top-tier omega fantasy material. You giggled, laughing at the absurdity of the situation. You bit your lip thinking about how solid he felt against your back and wondered how solid other parts of him were too…
When you rounded the corner of the Marauder, you found your pack carrying on with their little evening tasks.
“Y/N, you’re back,” Tech acknowledged you before squinting his eyes, scrutinizing your attire. “Why are you wet?”
You looked down, realizing how pathetic you looked. “I, uh… I fell into the currents and almost drowned,” Wrecker spun around, looking at you in shock.
“Are you okay?” he asked, standing up and putting his dinner bowl down. Hunter looked at you from his bowl too. You thought it was strange he didn’t immediately ask as well. He looked almost… angry?
“Yeah, I’m just cold,” you set your things down and wrung out your hair, shivering.
Crosshair suddenly appeared from the darkness of the direction of the 104th war camp. You didn’t even notice him walk up on you.
One second you were standing next to the fire, and the next you were being thrown up against the side of the Marauder with Crosshair's arm being shoved across your chest with a rough thud. You yelped when your back connected with the hard durasteel.
“Crosshair!” Wrecker yelled in shock. “What the fuck?”
You looked at him wildly, wondering what the hell had gotten into him. He gave you a nasty look. “I can smell him from their camp,” he snarled, pushing you a little harder with a deep, menacing growl.
You let out a pained whine as he pushed you harder against the ship. You desperately looked to Hunter to intervene, but he just sat there, fisting his spork.
Crosshair bared his teeth at you. “You fuck him, huh Y/N? That kriffing reg!”
Feeling yourself panic, your instincts took over, and you bared your neck to him in submission, praying it would appease him. “Alpha, please… it hurts.” Your voice was pathetic, but you’d never had any of your packmates ever corner you like this. It was terrifying.
He snapped down to you slightly, letting up on you just a little. The use of his designation seemed to soften him slightly.
Then in a flash, a blur of dark grey came from the left, and Crosshair was suddenly thrown from your chest. You collapsed down to your knees, clutching your damp chest, heaving. When you looked over to the right, you saw Wolffe and Crosshair throwing punches at one another in a flurry on the ground.
You let out a horrified scream that echoed throughout the forest, causing Hunter to wince.
“Get your fucking hands off of her,” Wolffe landed a particularly hard punch to Crosshair’s jaw. “She’s your pack!”
Crosshair returned his fist in kind to his solar plexus, making the Commander lunge forward and throw the sniper into the side of the ship just next to you. You cried out and ran towards Wrecker for safety while the two Alphas got into it. The big clone wrapped his arms around you protectively, keeping you out of the way of harm and swinging fists.
“Keep your fucking hands off her, reg!” Crosshair growled.
“What the hell is going on up here?” A few regs from the camp started making their way over, hearing the commotion. Hunter put his bowl down and walked over to the two fighting and grabbed Wolffe by the shirt, wrenching him up off of his brother.
You took a breath, thinking Hunter was going to break up the fight. Instead, you watched your Sergeant wind his fist back and throw a sharp punch to Wolffe’s cheek. It connected with a snap, and you were certain you saw blood.
Then it was madness. Wolffe’s men jumped into the fight, forcing Echo and Tech to run in as backup, their brothers. It was nothing but a whirlwind of fists and boots and raging alphas. The other regs and some Wookiees stood on the sides, yelling at the brawl.
“Stop, please!” You screamed and begged, feeling the tears slide down your cheeks. “Alpha, please!”
No one was listening. The fight only seemed to get more violent. You cried and turned back to Wrecker, refusing to watch the brutality. He just maneuvered you two out of the way and kept his hand on the back of your wet head, trying to console you, even though it was killing him he couldn’t leave to help his brothers.
“Alright, enough!” A booming voice shook the camp. Master Plo stood before the group, using a deep commanding voice and the force.
The fighting seized immediately. The regs froze in place, fists raised and bloody. Wolffe threw Crosshair off of him, and he walked over to you, raising your chin to make sure your alpha hadn’t hurt you ignoring Wrecker’s warning glare.
The general crossed his arms, looking at the absolute disaster his commander was directly involved in. Then he looked to you and extended an arm in your direction. “Are you alright, little Y/N? Are you hurt?” He used the same tone he had used with Ahsoka when they were together. Plo’s fatherly concern made you cry more.
You shook your head. “I’m alright, General,” the tears still poured down your face. Wrecker gave your back a little rub.
Plo nodded and looked back to the panting alphas.
“Back to your bunks,” he ordered, forcing all of the regs to leave, wiping the blood from their lips.
That left you with the general, Wrecker, and Wolffe.
Wolffe just looked at you, despite the blood dripping from his brow and chin. His eyes were searching for something.
“This ends now,” General Plo pointed down towards the ground with emphasis. “We have a war to focus on.”
“Yes, General,” they all replied, including your unit.
When Plo Koon turned on his heel and stalked back to camp, you felt Wolffe’s hand press up against your arm. “There’s always room for you with us,” he looked over his shoulder. “If you want.” He was giving you an out.
The alpha was making an official offer to adopt you into his pack. Your heart started beating fast the longer you gazed up into his eyes. It was a big offer. Clearly, Wolffe didn’t trust the others to play nice.
Crosshair had to put a hand on Hunter’s shoulder before the Sergeant started another fight. Seeing his hands on you was making him feral.
You just nodded and thanked him for saving you one last time before watching him follow his General through the dark grass. When you turned back to the others, your face turned into a snarl. You couldn’t even speak to them. You shoved Wrecker’s hands off of you and you marched up the stairs of the ship before locking yourself in your bunk.
~~~
You kept your back turned on Tech when he finally returned to the bunks. He was smart not to say anything, tasting your anger in the air. When you finally heard all of them settle in for the night and their grumbling hushed down, you got up to confirm your theory and stepped out into the galley. All of their doors were closed, and you walked down to Wrecker’s bunk, hitting the access panel to let the door slide open.
He lifted his head, staring at your form in the doorway.
“Pip?” he asked, squinting his eyes to see you in the dark. “What are you doing?”
“Can I stay with you?” you asked, crossing your arms.
“Uh, yeah. Sure!” He tried his best to shimmy over to give you what little room he could on his comically small bunk.
You lifted the blanket and slid in next to him, letting out an angry huff. He didn’t ask because he already knew what was wrong. He just let you maneuver however you wanted before you settled into his side. He clutched Lula to his chest and let out a big yawn before quickly falling into a deep sleep. You only wished you could fall asleep as easily as Wrecker; the giant snoozed peacefully while you lay awake.
You breathed in his comforting scent and stared at his door, knowing Hunter was just across the hall, probably nursing his wounds. Good, you thought. He should be hurting for letting Crosshair do what he did.
You were seething.
He let Crosshair manhandle you like a fucking animal without even intervening. He just sat there, looking pissed behind his stupid bowl of rations. He probably had heard you and Wolffe and that's why he didn’t step in… stupid territorial fuck head alphas.
Even Tech, sweet Tech, of all the brothers you thought would come to your aid… nope. He just sat there watching it unfold.
You’re giving Echo a hall pass because he was busy making the food and definitely didn’t have enough time to react before Wolffe stepped in. Plus, you knew you’d need someone to talk to.
You shivered, thinking about that murderous look in the commander’s eyes. He must have heard from the woods and came running to your aid. Twice in one night, the alpha came to your rescue.
Then he offered you a place in his pack… You rubbed your exhausted eyes, rolling over onto your back. Wrecker grumbled something in his sleep before reaching an arm over and wrapping it around your middle, snuggling you closer like you were Lula. You decided this was a problem for tomorrow, but right now you wanted to go to sleep. The day had finally caught up to you, and you felt yourself slipping.
You relaxed into Wrecker’s warmth and let sleep take you.
~~~
“It’s been a week,” Hunter grizzled, watching you leave for your morning shift. Echo was the only one you’d allow to accompany you on your little journeys into the growing war camp. Other than that, you haven’t even looked at your unit, letting them stew in your silence.
Tech shifted uncomfortably, “I believe she’s waiting for us to apologize.”
Crosshair grunted, “For what?”
“Well, you did force her to submit under your threatening behavior,” Tech looked to his little brother, “Most omegas don’t take too kindly to that.”
“What do you know about omegas?” Crosshair narrowed his eyes.
Tech just bristled and continued staring at the breakfast grains.
“She can’t keep this up much longer,” Hunter sighed.
“I hate it!” Wrecker sobbed, “You better say you're sorry!” Wrecker missed you. You hadn’t been talking to anyone, and that included him. He just watched you in silence when you came back to the ship to sleep and change your clothes. He tried so many times to bribe you into giving him attention, but you just smiled and nodded instead.
“She’s most likely going to take up Wolffe’s offer if either of you don’t say something,” Tech looked at Hunter, who just soured over his breakfast, “I’m seldomly wrong.”
“He can have her if she prefers those regs,” Crosshair snapped.
Wrecker just groaned and threw his head back dramatically.
“Fine,” Hunter stood up, “I’ll go and apologize. Hopefully, she’s willing to listen.”
“A little groveling may be beneficial,” Tech pushed his goggles up his nose, “and she usually enjoys being fed snacks. That may be a good bribe.”
Hunter brushed off his pants and began his walk into camp, “Thanks for the recommendation.” Hunter felt like ripping out his own nails might be more pleasurable than facing the brewing wrath of his tiny little medic.
Hunter was approaching the ridge when he heard a strange buzzing. Looking around, he didn’t see anything but instead grabbed his com, “Hey, does anyone else hear that?”
“Negative, Sarge,” Wrecker responded.
Hunter then looked to his left and noticed a formation of strange-looking LAAT/c ships approaching. They slowed on approach to the camp, and Hunter noticed that they were empty inside. Where were the infantry? He reached for his scopes to get a better look.
Then something unexpected happened. The gunships halted their advance, and Hunter noticed multiple battle droids appear inside the main cabins.
“Oh shit,” he started running towards the camp, “Battle droids on approach!” He yelled into the com, hoping anyone would hear him, “Commander Wolffe come in!”
Then the camp suddenly turned into madness. The battle droids pushed out red-looking torpedoes from the side openings, watching them plummet directly into the war camp below. With a massive explosion, plumes of crimson powder billowed over the entire camp like a fog. Hunter froze in place, staring in horror as the smoke began to spread rapidly among the 104th.
“Oh no,” Tech caught up to Hunter, coming to the same halt, “Is that-”
Hunter’s attention immediately went to the triage center, “Y/N…”
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Dunndundun...
Next chapter gonna be a doozie... sryntsry the slow burn's turning into a wild fire next update.
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It was only supposed to be a One night stand (part 7)
Tw: dubcon (towards Montgomery), yandere shenanigans, short chapter
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part 8
It was a long trip. It still is going on.
Montgomery parked his car perfectly within the box, you panned to the side window to see an old, run-down diner. But it's obviously still popular as the parking lot is mostly filled.
Snow coated the ground and on the cars, you're glad that you wore extra layers.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and rushed out of his door. Montgomery ran to the passenger side and opened the door for you, just like usual.
Montgomery offered his hand for you to take, you pretended not to see it as you exit the car yourself. He lets hid hand drop to his side as disappointment flashed across his face.
He opened the door for you, letting you enter before himself. Montgomery asked you where you wanted to sit, you chose the table nearest to you. He rushed over to pull your seat out, Montgomery waited for you to sit on it before gently pushing you towards the table.
You think he has this, almost cartoonish idea of being a gentleman. You appreciate it, but as a city person in this day and age, you're finding it... unusual.
You picked up the menu and scanned through it. Montgomery didn't, he just stared at you dreamily. Even if it's been close to a year, he was still madly in love with you, finding everything you do amazing and arousing.
Or maybe it's the fact that you both fucked like rabbits in the motel last night. Contributing to their dubious stains on the sheets, walls and carpets. The friction was keeping you warm on these winter nights, so you kept going even way past the point of overstimulation for Montgomery. He had tears in his eyes and begged you to stop, but you didn't. He pleaded and pleaded, even weakly trying to push you away until he passed out, then you stopped.
You woke up to him being extra cuddly and affectionate, much to your surprise. You thought he would be at least a little upset that you practically forced yourself onto him last night. He disregarded your apology and said it was the best night of his life and that you were stunning from below.
He tried initiating another session, but you said that you were hungry. Montgomery agrees and decides to pack up for the next stop.
The waitress came by and took your orders. He ordered deep fried chicken on a bed of sugary waffles, smothered in syrup and drenched in a river of butter. At 9 in the morning. You ordered something else, if you wanted some cardiac arresting agents, you could always steal from his plate.
Once the waitress leaves, his attention is promptly brought back to you.
"I love you." He leaned forward and whispered. A wide smile appears on his face.
You waited. Scrolling through your phone endlessly as he observes you, stroking your free hand with his thumb.
"I can't wait for ya' to meet my ma and pa." He spoke, loud enough to pierce through the chatter in the diner, but quiet enough to not draw any attention.
You looked up at him, thinking this will lead to him telling something about himself.
"They'll love ya', sweetheart." He continued.
You told him that you bet he told the same thing to the rest of his exes.
He frowned and stopped caressing your hand.
"I... I ain't got any exes. You're my first everything, remember?"
You find that hard to believe. You said that he isn't bad looking, he's tall and strong, he must have some going after him.
He shook his head.
"Nobody wanted me around. I reckon they thought I was some dumb Hillbilly spreadin' some... ridiculous disease."
You asked who told him that.
"Most of em'." He looked uncomfortable, beginning to clam up and look away from you.
You asked about the people in his hometown. Surely, he must have at least a fling or two, right?
"All the pretty boys snatched them all up. Leavin' none for uglies like me." He touched his face and darted his eyes away from the reflective surface of the window.
You decided to bring the topic about last night up again. Recognizing that you have gone too far and you should have stopped when he said no.
"You did nothin' wrong!" He cut you off mid sentence. "I was happy." Montgomery enveloped your hands with his, setting your phone aside. "You make me happy..."
He brought your knuckles to his lips, kissing it before pressing the back of your palm against his cheek. "No one has ever wanted me like this. You're my first, and my last."
His last? It's definitely too soon to say. Montgomery doesn't think so.
"You're my one and only. I don't want anyone else." He tenderly nibbled on your fingers.
Maybe it's not a good time to break it to him that he's not your first and certainly not your last.
The conversation was interrupted when the waitress arrived to place the dishes down. It was of monstrous proportions and you doubt you can even finish your own plate, seeing how it's swimming in it's own puddle of grease.
He cuts a piece into his stack of waffles and stabbed a gigantic piece of chicken with his fork. Instead of eating it, he placed it on your already full plate.
"It's real good, try it." He smiled. "Lemme know if you want more."
You will definitely tell him, alright.
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Hail to the King
Chapter 4: Understanding
Summary: Miguel O’Hara is the head of the biggest mafia family in Nueva York, scaring almost all of its citizens. Except you. And that’s exactly what he needs.
TW: angst, violence, backstory, Miguel will consistently be a dick.
Your back hit the mat beneath you with a thud, knocking the wind out of your lungs. You hissed at the bruise that would form on your leg now, taking another hit from Miguel.
“Get up.” He commanded and you glared at him, looking over your weaker frame like a tree staring down at a squirrel. “You haven’t improved.”
“Well, it’s been a week! Can’t you just teach me to shoot a gun?” You panted, trying to regain your breath as he rolled his eyes at you.
“And if you drop your gun?” His face was still hard, stoic, as he gave you a sharp tone. “Or even better, if you forget it? What will you do then?” He asks.
You fall silent, sighing and getting up. “Ok, fair… but I’m not big like you, and I’m definitely not as strong.” You get into the fighting stance he taught you an hour ago. “And this is my first lesson.”
He shot out a punch and you leaned out of the way, before feeling his foot pull your knees forward, bringing you to a kneeling position before him. His hand grabs your throat as he bends down, too tall to grab you normally.
“Again.” He stated, before you stood up, huffing.
“This is getting me nowhere.”
“Because you’re not understanding how dire these lessons are. You’d be dead in ten minutes if you had to handle a fraction of what I do in a week. Your first meeting would have you being sold on the black market.” His words were like a movie, not reality, right?
“The black market is real?”
“…carajo.” He pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance. “Maybe you should have stayed a waitress…” Miguel mumbled as you glared at him now, disliking the feeling of not being able to do something.
“Again.” You called out and let him throw the first punch, dodging and slipping past him, punching him in the back. He barely moves as he looks at you over his shoulder.
“Ok. You got past me and got a hit in. Let’s end today on that note.” He straightened up and rolled his shoulders, barely having broken a sweat during your training. Meanwhile, you were gasping for air most of the time. “Start training in the gym to grow some stamina.”
“And when the hell am I supposed to have time for that?”
“You work 8-5, we train from 5:30-7, so you should use the gym from 7-8. You can run for about an hour, or do some sort of cardio.” He stated like it was completely natural. “How do you think everyone else in the world does it?” You crossed your arm, hating this all.
“Most normal jobs just make you finish reports.”
“I could fire you, if you’d like.” He added. You pondered a bit at the idea of finding a new job and a new apartment. You mentally realized that you were essentially fucked without your position here, working for Spider Man.
“Fine, fine, relax.” You stretched your arms as you felt the sore muscles start to settle in. He gave you a rough first lesson, and basically beat you to a pulp at the same time. You glanced and he wasn’t even tired, not even sweating. This was just another day to him.
And then it dawned on you. He didn’t have to be here, helping you. He did this because he wanted you to be able to protect yourself from your ex, to protect yourself in the world, and in his world. You mentally sighed in defeat as you looked back up at him.
“By the way… thanks. For teaching me.”
“Don’t thank me.” Is all he said as he walked away. You retreated to the women’s locker room as he went to the men’s and rinsed off, scrubbing the layers of sweat you’d accrued during that session and threw on some t-shirt and sweatpants. You exited and saw him waiting for you.
You couldn’t help but gawk a bit. He was still a bit wet from rinsing off himself and wearing a clean tank top with basketball shorts. Quirking his brow at you, he narrowed his eyes and clicked his tongue. You snapped out of the small daze and walked towards the door, as he followed. “Sorry, I just remembered. I called three escort services and they all refused.”
“What do you mean they refused?”
“They agreed until they asked who the service was for and when I told them, they said no thank you. One actually just hung up on me.” You glanced up at him and you saw that he was… pouting?
“Great. So word got around, hmm?” He mumbled and now it was your turn to raise a brow in confusion. He huffed and looked away. “I have a… unhealthy sexual appetite, and one of the last times I used an escort service, I may have insulted the girl.”
“May have? What did you say?” He was quiet, not wanting to say it out loud as you crossed your arms. “Tell me.” You rushed him and he blew a strand of hair from his face in defeat.
“Ok, I called her an ugly duckling and said that I didn’t use an escort service for some vanilla chick with no ass.” He rushed out the sentence, but each word took you a second to process. Once you did, you smacked his arm and he jolted. “Hey!”
“What’s wrong with you? Are you trying to make someone mad, or are you just naturally talented at being a grade A dick?” You barked and placed your hands on your hips, “No wonder you need someone to monitor you! You’re terrible with people.” You announced and he looked down at you with a bored expression, as if you were just talking about the weather.
“Look, I’m not proud of it. I just get annoyed when I can’t get off.” He rolled his neck and started walking again like what he’d just said was no big deal.
“You need a therapist.”
“No, what I need is for you to find me a date.” He glanced at you sideways and you were awestruck.
“How am I supposed to find you a nice woman to have as a date to this event if you scare away everyone you meet and ruin peoples lives?”
“I did not ruin her life, she got the wrong idea. I wanted sex, she wanted a relationship.” Miguel’s lack of emotion was starting to really piss you off.
“Whatever. If I find you someone and they can’t deal with you, then it’s not my fault.” You waved him off as you got into the elevator with him. He tilted his head while looking at you and after a moment of silence, finally spoke again.
“You’ll be my date.” His voice was serious, but you couldn't help but laugh. When he wasn’t smiling or laughing with you, you started to worry.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Dead serious.”
“Why me?” You asked, shoulders slumping a bit in exaggeration to show how badly you did not want to go.
“You’re technically single, you can handle my honesty, and you’re gorgeous. Problem solved.” He gave you a curt nod as the doors opened again and he stepped out. You followed hot on his heels.
“Problem most definitely not solved.”
“How?”
“I won’t fuck you!” You threw your hands up, making him spin around to you and think for a second. His nose scrunched a bit as you shook your head. “I don’t have a dress for this either.”
“Use the company card.” He waved that off and walked back towards your car. “I can find a fuck for the night if I want one. I don’t expect you to sleep with me, and I’m somewhat shocked you thought that was a stipulation.” He didn’t turn around, just continued and stood by your driver’s side door as he waited patiently for you to catch up.
Meanwhile, you were practically bursting into flames from anger. “I have a headache.”
“I’ll have a car waiting at 6pm on Saturday. Be early.” He spoke as you got into the car, shutting the door without a response. Getting fired started to sound like fun…
Thank God for the weekend. You spent that Saturday lounging around your apartment, just decompressing from the hectic week you had. A few times, you thought you heard something coming from your window, and maybe your fire escape, but you also had noisy neighbors and lived in a big city, so you shrugged it off. Cleaning, listening to music, cooking, and doing some living room yoga was mainly what your day had consisted of. At night, you tossed and turned about the stupid event Miguel was now forcing you to go to.
No, forcing you to be his date to, and it made you restless. What the fuck were you going to do?
Sunday, you had accepted your fate with this whole gala-event thing and decided to go shopping. You'd buy a super expensive dress, and a bunch of jewelry to match, and you'd get Lyla to sign off for the business expense. Because fuck him.
It was time to treat yourself, and you did just that. Lunch by the garden and shopping on 5th was something you'd never get used to, but you loved it just the same.
Strolling into multiple different stores, you finally stood as someone walked up to you to help you.
"I'm looking for something that would make a man without a heart fall to his knees, and it's going to be a very big gala."
A Gala? Do you mean the one in a week?" The sales woman's eyes widened and you nodded, "Why don't we have you work with a designer and get something custom? Everything off the rack won't be nice enough, especially with your goal." She winked and you smiled, almost evilly. What was more expensive than a custom designer gown?
Matching diamond earrings and a necklace, that's what. And you bought both. What a perfect Sunday.
Nothing about the next day had been what you’d thought would happen when you woke up and maybe that was your karma from your shopping spree.
Sure, the work day was normal. Paperwork, phone calls, walk in on Miguel fucking the director of events, finish a few reports and then work out with Miguel. But a phone call as you had gotten into your car made your blood freeze.
“Hey baby.” Eddie’s voice had you staring into the nothing in front of you, still parked as his smile could be heard on the other end.
“H-Hi Eddie.” You barely spoke, only loud enough to answer him so he wouldn’t get mad.
“I finally found your new phone number, isn’t that great? Now we can talk about you coming home.” The words he was saying made your stomach feel as if it might fall out of your ass. You grit your teeth as you listen, then feel your phone buzz against your ear.
“Eddie, I’m getting a call on the other line, can I call you back later?”
“You’re gonna hang up on me?” The irritation in his tone made tears form in your eyes, fear that you hadn’t felt in weeks rising from your toes and washing over you quickly.
“It’s work, sweetie. Please.” You begged and the buzzing began again, knowing that you’d for sure be in trouble if you let it ring any longer.
“Don’t make me wait for long.” He said and the line went dead, making you snap back into reality and quickly answer.
“Hello-”
“Why have you been sitting in your car this long?” Miguel’s voice was as monotone as ever and you tried to hide your sniffling, which was in vain. “And why do you sound like you’ve been crying?”
“It’s nothing, I had to make a phone call.” Technically, you weren’t lying. “Which I have to call him back now.”
“Him?” There was a question in his voice, and when you went to answer, he clicked his tongue. “That jackass called you?” Your silence was deafening as Miguel hummed in response to your lack of an answer. “You’ll stay with someone else tonight.”
“What?” You gapped. “You can’t be serious.”
“Are you forgetting where you work? He could have gone to terrible lengths to find you, and he might be willing to go to worse ones if we don’t figure this all out fast. There’s no time to be so trusting to fate.” He lectured and you huffed, as you were becoming aware that you did a lot with Miguel.
“I can’t just expect someone to be able to house me for the night.”
“I can. You’ll stay with Gwen.” He decided and you could barely even speak at his borderline official decree.
He followed you back to the apartment building and tried as you both stepped into your apartment. As you packed a small bag, he checked all of your windows, your front door, and your fire escape.
“Have you ever used your fire escape before?”
His voice broke you out of the mental checklist you’d created to remember everything you needed to take to Gwen’s.
“No, why?” You asked in response and he didn’t speak, making you pipe up. “Why?”
“The ladder is down, but only up to your floor. The rest of the ones above you are still unused, and there’s definitely been someone here because there’s shoe marks all over your level.” His conclusion made your knees weak. Someone had been here.
“Do you think he’s been here?” You asked, but MIguel shook his head.
“It wasn’t him. These are dress shoes, italian. He doesn’t seem like the type to wear expensive clothing when going to stalk his ex, which means he has outside help.” When you moved to see where Miguel was, he was crouched down by the metal flooring of the fire escape. He sighed and continued to stare at the markings. “Pack for an extra day, I’ll have Hobie stay here the next two nights and see if he sees anything.”
“He’ll be staying in my apartment?” You shrunk backwards, becoming overwhelmed. Something was wrong, very wrong. Everything that had happened since you’d moved to the city was strange, almost too planned. You thought backwards to meeting Miguel, working for him, your ex finding you, being forced to work in a position that Lyla obviously could have been handling. It was like everything around you was targeting you.
“Is someone after me?” You blurted out, and Miguel’s eyes snapped to yours. The answer was clear as day without any words, and you stumbled backwards. “How long? How long have you known this?” You splayed out on the floor, breathing uneven as you felt your chest practically convulsing, and saw him stand up to his full height, like a lion staring down at a field mouse.
“Get your bag.” His expression was unbothered, almost bored, as he walked back your cowering figure and to the door. “I’ll be waiting in the hall.”
And there you sat, shivering in the realization that none of this was an accident or luck.
This was all you.
The night came and a black blanket covered the sky by the time you arrived at Gwen’s place, getting out and practically running into her waiting arms. Miguel whispered something to the driver, and they made a call.
Gwen held you close as you told her about your past, about Eddie and your family. You grew up in a small town, fell in love with your high school sweetheart, got married, and the rest was history. Now, here you were, living in a world that was predetermined around you. You left that part out, since you didn’t have any actual answers yet.
Gwen nodded and listened like the great friend she was, and told you it would all be ok. That was all you had wanted to hear.
After some ramens, you moved to lay down on Gwen’s couch and soon fell to sleep to the sound of rain falling outside.
Gwen closed her bedroom door and sighed, pulling out her phone. The call only rang once before it was picked up on the other end.
“Is she asleep?” Miguel asked, obviously not in the mood for pleasantries. Then again, when was he ever?
“She’s asleep, but I think you need to tell her the truth, and preferably soon. She’s not dealing with any of this well, and she’s already been through a lot.”
“I didn’t ask for the morality police, Gwen, I just need you to keep an eye out right now so that he can’t find her. Hobie and Pavitr are monitoring her apartment now, and once they’re done, I’m having Lyla scan for any bugs or plants.” He explained, “so just do your job and make sure she stays safe. If you need anything else, call Lego. He’ll be staying in a guest suite a few doors from you two in case something happens.” He concluded. “Are we clear?”
“Crystal.” Gwen answered and waited until he hung up, tossing her phone on her bed and holding her face in her hands.
Who were you?
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Royal Pain Part 23
Hey, guys! This story is back, baby! And is the start of the four chapters that are all one run on chapter basically. You'll see why at the end of this chapter I held off until I got the resolution written.
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There wasn’t time for Eddie to see Steve and Wayne before the show, well for any of them to see their loved ones before the show, really.
Eddie’s knee was bouncing as hard as it was when he played in front of Steve for the first time.
They had all met Metallica at the sound check and had hit off, much to everyone’s surprise. But they had their own pre-show rituals and Corroded Coffin had theirs.
“Fuck,” Jeff said, coming back from the bathroom. “I think I’ve thrown up more times tonight than I did that time we all thought it would fun to main line tequila shots for two hours straight.”
Everyone winced in sympathy. That was a bad time for everyone all around.
“Who would have thought that after years of hard work,” Brian said, “that we would be opening for Metallica? Holy shit, this is our lives!”
Jeff smiled, looking a little less green around the gills. “Mandy said that if I waited for us to be ready, we would never take that chance,” he said, rubbing his hands on his pants. “And she’s right. We’ll never get a chance like this ever again.”
Gareth chewed on his thumb, gnawing at it worryingly. Eddie got up and put his arm around their youngest member. “Hey, this isn’t us selling out. This isn’t us giving up our dedicated following. This is us testing the waters to see if this is something we would enjoy doing.” He kissed the top of Gareth’s head. “We won’t know if we prefer smalls gigs at the Nightmare Hole over stadiums, if we haven’t played stadiums, okay?”
Gareth nodded. “I’m just being ridiculous.”
Jeff came over sat down on the other side of him. “No you’re not. It’s a valid concern. But Eddie’s right, too. How do you know you prefer intimate sessions over roaring crowds if you’ve never played to those roaring crowds?”
Gareth sighed. “Yeah, I guess.”
Brian tilted his head. “It’s the sound, isn’t it?”
All three other members turned to him. Gareth’s jaw dropped. He opened and closed his mouth several times trying to refute Brian’s claim, but found he couldn’t.
Jeff twisted in his seat to look at Gareth a little better. “Loud noises bother you?”
“Gare-bear...” Eddie said softly. “Why didn’t you say something?”
Gareth blushed and looked at his hands, picking at the skin around his nails. He shrugged. “I never thought about it. Until Bri said something, I didn’t even realize that might be why.”
Brian had been digging in his bag while they talked and chose that moment to brandish his find. “Tada!” He waved the noise canceling headphones around like a flag. “Wear these!”
Gareth stood up and gingerly took them from Brian and help them tenderly. He looked up Brian like he was a god damned hero.
Brian tapped on them. “Just plug them into little sound device they gave us and bam! No more sound. Or at least very little.”
Gareth fell on his friend giving him the biggest hug. Brian hugged him back fiercely.
“I just want to make sure you have fun out there, okay?” he whispered.
Gareth nodded.
There was a knock on the door and a stage manager poked his head in.
“Five minutes guys.”
Gareth straightened up and composed himself as his friends strapped on their instruments.
They all filed out but Gareth hung back for a moment. Eddie turned and smiled at him.
“Come on,” he said fondly, holding out his hand. “Let’s go make some noise.”
Gareth laughed. “Hell yeah!”
*
Steve was showed to the VIP box where a lot of people were already there. Some of them he knew like Gethin and Miranda. Wayne, too. Most of them were complete strangers and suddenly he felt like he didn’t belong here.
Everyone else here was family. Steve wasn’t even a boyfriend. Not yet anyway. They had barely kissed the once before this landed on their laps. Eddie even had to cancel his tattoo appointment for today. That’s how new this all was.
He took a step back. Then two. He was about to turn and run when Miranda spotted him.
“Steve!” she called out, making every head turn his direction.
Which did not help his feelings inadequacy in the slightest.
She leapt to her feet and dragged him over to sit between her and Wayne.
“I’ll introduce you all after,” she said. “So glad you could make it. Jeff was saying he was worried you wouldn’t be able to because of work.”
Steve blushed. Which meant Eddie had been terrified. “I wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”
She raised an eyebrow and twisted around to look him in the eye. “You sure? Because it looked like you were going to bolt to me.”
Steve shook his head. “I would have found somewhere else to watch them. But I don’t belong here with family and the significant others. I’m just...me.”
Miranda slumped down in her seat with a sigh. “Steve, of course you belong here. Eddie only had two people in the whole world he wanted to see him open for one of the biggest metal bands in the world. And you’re sitting next to other one.”
Steve looked over at Wayne who chuckled.
“Do we have to tie you down, Steve?” he asked fondly.
Steve shook his head. “No, sir. I’ll be good.”
Wayne hummed. “Glad to hear it. Now quiet down. My boy is about to play.”
Steve smiled for the first time since arriving at the arena.
The house lights went down and the stage lights went up. Steve leaned forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped up on his fists. Eddie was always beautiful to behold, but fuck. Like this, under the spotlights? He was incandescent.
Eddie leaned into the microphone and introduced his band to the audience.
“We don’t usually play other people’s music, but we got permission to do this one,” Eddie said. He nodded to Brian, who grinned.
Corroded Coffin’s bassist began to play, the first few notes in and the crowd went apeshit. Completely crazy. Steve turned to Miranda. “Shit. I think I know this one. It’s Master of Puppets, right? From Metallica?”
Miranda nodded. “Damn straight it is.”
Steve was on his feet screaming in an instant. Everyone was cheering and having a good time. Maybe he shouldn’t be here, but until someone said something, he was going to cheer Eddie on the loudest. He loved his metal boyfriend with all his heart.
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Eddie stumbled off the stage covered in sweat and higher then he’d ever been on weed. The rest of the band was jumping and screaming too. There was no greater feeling in the world.
They got better than front row seats to Metallica as they watched from backstage.
Even after thirty-five years they still knew how to bring the house to their knees.
They celebrated with the band for a bit before their families were ushered in. Eddie had even cleared it with the band for Dustin and his friends to come meet them but only for five minutes.
Dustin and Mike were freaking out, but Will hung back, still shy. But Lars came over and talked to him for a minute and that really made Will’s day. Hell, his entire year if he was being honest.
They all filed out leaving the ten family members alone with the boys of Corroded Coffin. Gareth’s parents and twin were fawning over him calling him brave and saying how proud they were of him breaking out of his comfort zone.
Jeff’s dad and Mandy’s mom were huddled over in the corner with the couple, just hugging each other tight. No words needed.
Brian had his sister and Cecil and his sister chatting excitedly, hands waving about as they broke down their favorite moments of the concert.
Eddie picked Steve up and whirled him around kissing him soundly on the lips. “Baby, did you see us out there?”
Wayne chuckled. “Oh just him and about thirty thousand other people.”
Eddie kissed him on the cheek fiercely. “I’ve never felt anything like it! It was so amazing.”
“You were amazing, Eds,” Steve said. “All of you were. It’s you guys were made for that stage.”
Eddie kissed him again. “I’m so glad you were able to make it! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to come.”
Steve kissed the side of Eddie’s mouth tenderly. “Well you see I had a cancellation this afternoon, so I was able to shift my schedule to accommodate my boyfriend opening for Metallica.”
Eddie blushed. “I’m sorry I had to cancel, baby.”
“I’m not mad, sunshine,” Steve assured him. “I’m happy for you.”
They kissed again.
Wayne waved Steve off so that he could hug Eddie. “I’m proud of you. Now don’t be getting too famous to see me, you hear?”
Eddie’s eyes welled up and his pressed his lips together. “I would never. I promise. I’ll always come to you, I swear it.”
Soon it was time to pack it all up and hit the road for home.
Everyone said their goodbyes and they all parted ways. With Eddie promising to stop by the shop tomorrow to reschedule his appointment.
Steve was beaming. High off the euphoria of watching Eddie live out his dream. He had never felt like this about anyone before and he couldn’t wait to tell everyone about how awesome Eddie did and how the crowd went wild for their music.
*
He really should have seen it coming. He should have been prepared. But he wasn’t.
Eddie didn’t come into the shop that day, because he called instead. Metallica had offered to let them opening for them for the rest of their tour. For the next two weeks, Corroded Coffin would be going on the road with one the world’s biggest metal bands.
And leaving Steve behind.
He fought hard to be happy for his boyfriend. But everything between them was too new. Too tender.
They didn’t even get to say goodbye in person and Steve was left with that feeling of not being good enough.
For anyone.
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Obedient Chapter 7
roman roy x fem! reader
Summary: Roman begs y/n to go to a retreat with him.
Warnings: Logan Roy, implied ED, Kendall being a dead beat father
Word Count : 4.8K
Notes: This by far was my favorite chapter to write so far into the series
Chapter 7: French bread
You had got Roman’s order, getting him some breakfast too as you walked into the building. You walked through see Kendall turning the corner. You waved at him despite all the things in your hand. You had worn one of your new outfits today and Kendall took immediate notice to it. “Uh- wow, look at you.” He laughed. You twirled around to show off the details of the new outfit you pulled together. “No more $40 white button up.” He was energetic for the morning. But Kendall was always up early. He went to the gym at 6 am and then got his own green smoothies before work. Roman took notice of this and tried to start working out but gave up after a couple of months. He only kept his trainer for a couple of months because he was nice to look at, but he didn’t even work out most of their sessions.
“No more $15 white button up.” You corrected him, putting an emphasis on the price. Kendall didn’t even know you could buy something for $15. His smoothie was just $1.49 short of how much your shirt costed. And he only got one add on put into it.
You heard a loud repeated banging, seeing Roman trying to get your attention. He put his hands up and shook his head at you essentially asking you ‘what the fuck?’. You said your goodbyes to Kendall before rushing into Roman’s office.
“Heeeeeey boss. I got you a little something.” You sang as you waved the breakfast sandwich that was wrapped up in white paper and a bag in his face. He looked up as if you were an absolute nutcase. You set it down, with his coffee before waiting for a smart ass comment. Or at least a compliment.
He looked up at you after a brief moment of not looking at you. “What the fuck are you standing there for? Are you breaking the news about my parents’ divorce or something?” He questioned you. You would be madder, but it was too creative. You just went quiet before sitting down in your usual spot. You looked over at his desk, looking at what he was looking at. He barely even had anything open on his computer. It was just that opening page of when you opened up Chrome.
“You okay? Are you sad I didn’t text you all day yesterday?” You began questioning him. He shook his head no before opening the bag and undoing the wrapping of his sandwich. He checked what was in it before deciding if it was good enough to put into his body. You think this was the first time he actually ate in front of you. Not a snack, but an actual meal. He usually just had small snack that he had maybe once or twice a day. But never an actual meal. Even at the restaurant. He ordered food, just didn’t eat it. You never really thought about it though.
“I know I tell you to shut up all the time, but it’s kind of unsettling so can you please talk?” You begged. You didn’t enjoy the quietness. It wasn’t like Roman. It felt wrong.
In reality, Roman wasn’t mad, he just felt unseen. His insecurities got the best of him and watching you practically glow around Kendall rather than your usual routine with him. He felt unseen; pushed aside for his better older brother.
“Alright, so uh-fucking what did my emails say?” He turned around to face you, eating the sandwich you had gotten him
“Weeeeell, your dad is trying to close the Pierce deal.” You began. Roman groaned, putting his face in his hands, laying back. It’s not that he didn’t agree with the deal, but he had no way of even getting to them. They didn’t like him, and he didn’t seem to enjoy them entirely either. His siblings have been working the deal a lot better than them. Kendall was a lot more charismatic and Shiv, who had just started, was already ahead of them based off of Nan. One of his hands dropped as the other dragging up his face, trying to think of what to do. It’s a deal Logan has been trying to do for a while now.
Logan has been in touch with their network CEO, Rhea. They had taken a liking to one another. And by liking, they were having an affair. And Rhea had been working over timing because of it to get Logan to get a chance to set up a meeting to discussion the terms and what would it take to sell. And Rhea finally established a meeting with the two families to meet.
“Well-uh-fuck what does- what’s the next step? What else did it say?” Roman asked. You just read it over and he saw just the simple writing of ‘Pierce deal tomorrow. Don’t fuck it up.’
You didn’t know how to tell him. You just looked up at Roman, not sure how to phrase it.
“Uh- just he said don’t fuck it up.” You ripped the band aid. It barely seemed to affect Roman. He was trying to prove to his dad he was ready for the CEO position. He had been going on useless fucking trips for his management training, which he had just finished about a week before you had gotten hired. But now Shiv worked here. Or at least she thinks she does. She acted like it. After a trip out in one of their summer homes, Logan offered the position to not just Roman but Shiv too. All just a ploy to make Shiv quit her job in politics and join Logan as a new pawn to play whenever things got too tough for Kendall or Roman to play mind game with their male investors.
“That’s it? What the fuck is the Pierce deal tomorrow? What the fuck is he even-?” He asked frustrated about the lack of details. He never knew what was ever really happening. He went through his phone to see what was happening tomorrow and you did too. You just texted Jess about it. Apparently, there was a family trip that was going to happen at one of Nans houses. Everyone in the family would be there apparently to make them look stable. Even Connor and his paid girlfriend.
“Uh Rome, so tomorrow you and your family are going to Nan’s tomorrow for some kind of retreat.” You filled him in. Roman seemed displeased. He finally remembered about it, but wasn’t sure if it was even going to do a single fucking thing for him.
“Uh-fuck- fine okay. Can you come with me?” He asked you. You didn’t know how to respond, just staring at him as his eyes pleaded with you. They looked like they belong to a sad little puppy. They seemed so desperate. As if he really needed you with him. He couldn’t believe he could do this retreat without you there with him. “Come on- fucking-uh please.” He tried to get the word out as best as possible.
“Alright Rome, I’ll come with tomorrow. Don’t worry.” You offered a gentle smile. You checked for the time that it was going to happen, seeing you both had to be with the family by 10 am tomorrow to come to Nan’s together as if you were truly this happy stable normal family, despite it being further from the truth. But after Kendall’s last couple of stunts for the last couple of months, Logan was really trying to push media coverage on the entire family, posing photoshoots and ‘therapy’ for the only bases being on some magazine.
“Fuck! That means Connors gonna be in the city tonight.” Roman found another thing to be upset about. Roman mainly punched down at Connor because if Roman wasn’t the punching bag, then Connor was. Cause no matter how desperate and sad Roman was, Connor was the forgotten and less involved sibling. Nothing he did for Logan, or the others mattered. He had no say in anything based off of the fact he wasn’t involved. But because of the pushing and shoving the family did to Connors ego, he decided to run for president. Yup. From lonely farmer in wherever fucking state that did nothing all day to president of the United States. Despite not ever having a job his entire life; now he wanted the most important job in the country.
“I met Connor the night of the party by the way, why didn’t you tell me you had another brother?” You asked.
“I don’t. He’s adopted.” Roman lied, but you gave him an annoyed look before he gave you the right answer. “Fuck-fine- he’s my half-brother. His mom went fucking crazy, and dad sent him away to school. Even so, I didn’t grow up with him. I was still shitty my pants by the time he was in college.” Roman admitted. You appreciated the honesty from Roman. You decided to not make him too uncomfortable, editing your notes down. You just decided to keep things that were more important to give him a light enough day before you went into your day with him.
You made plans to meet with Roman by 9 am at his apartment to get ready for the trip. He said he really needed to support. Which was huge for Roman to say since he never willing telling people that kind of stuff.
That evening you spent the entire night trying to set up for the trip. You had to. You were going to be around Logan for most of the day. Along with other high status people. Luckily, you’d have Jess and Roman and Kendall there to calm your nerves. You just planned on staying with Jess for most of it. But something told you Roman was going to need you a lot. You got up early enough in the morning to get ready and pick something nice, but casual enough. This was a chance to really show off. You picked a vintage Chanel dress that you had bought at a vintage boutique in Soho 2 days ago with Jess. You accessorized before checking the time. Fuck. You grabbed what you thought you’d need. Your purse that had spare makeup, a hairbrush, your work iPad, a charger and a portable battery, a spare toothbrush, perfume, your wallet and keys and snack bars in case you or anyone got hungry. You were constantly ready for disaster now that you work with the Roy’s. You packed to make sure you were not forgot anything essential. Your rushed out and tried to make it to Roman’s as soon as possible, but you were gonna be a bit later than 9 like you promised him. You sent him a text to let him know.
You knocked on his door before letting yourself in. He had unlocked it for you. You got him coffee to make up for being late and croissant.
“Hey Rome, you here?” you shouted. You heard him call up from upstairs as you tried to follow his voice. He had already gotten dressed and ready but needed help deciding on sun glasses. They both honestly looked the same to you. You just picked whatever before reminding him of his breakfast.
“Well fucking look at you- “He laughed. You weren’t sure if he was mocking or complimenting you. You looked down at your outfit and up at him worried.
“Is it too much?” You were now anxious. You didn’t want to be over dressed, but you wanted to leave a good impression. Roman didn’t care how ‘much’ it seemed. He liked it but was never able to give a compliment that didn’t also sound like an insult or mocking or sexual misconduct.
“I mean- you look hot.” He shrugged, taking a bite of his croissant. You smacked his arm, him retreating away from you. “Hey! You were asking for it!” He protested.
“Screw you, fucking idiot.” You rolled your eyes. He mocked, putting his hand up and mimicked your voice as his hand closed together.
“Come on. Don’t be so uptight now.” He sat on the edge of his bed, pulling black shoes on. “I mean, you, me, in my bedroom. We have less than half an hour if you wanna bang one out.” He suggested. You chose to ignore his advances to you. But in honest, you would pounce on him immediately if you could. The idea of your bodies on top of one another before having to act professional in a car full of people with the knowledge of what you did earlier was so appealing to you. It felt wrong, but it was just a fantasy anyways. You and Roman were never going to go there.
“Does this still count as work place harassment?” You asked before getting a text from Jess telling you that you had 5 minutes till the car was pulling up to pick you and Roman up. Shiv and Tom were first before picking up Logan, Connor then Roman. There was going to be a morning debrief before going to Nans. Rhea would be joining too. You pulled Roman off his bed, telling him you both had to go.
“Come on, we have half an hour.” Roman whined before you showed him the time. You apparently didn’t. You left with him beside you as the car had just pulled up. Roman got in first before you followed. Kendall sat with Shiv and Tom up front with Jess behind him. You sat with Jess and Roman had to sit beside you. Connor decided to just go to Logans early enough, not wanting to cause any inconveniences.
“Hey fuckers, so what’s the move on with this fucking deal?” Roman made his entrance in the car before sitting.
“You both brought your assistance? You both are really not capable of doing anything at all?” Shiv judged Roman. You just sat quietly, sipping your drink. You knew it wasn’t a jab at you whatsoever. Jess knew not to. It was more of a tactic to make her brothers feel insecure.
“Just admit you want one and fucking get one.” Roman fired back. “If I didn’t then I wouldn’t of gotten a fucking baguette…” “croissant” you corrected him. “Whatever, some fucking French bread and coffee. Maybe if you did, you’d be less of a fucking bitch.” Roman teased. It caught you off guard definitely. You looked over at Jess, she seemed unfazed by it. Shiv scrunched her face up and rushed her body quickly towards Roman to make him flinch. His hands came up quickly to protect his body before relaxing. “Ha-ha. Fucking good one.” Roman said sarcastically.
The ride was short, like most of their rides throughout the city. Logans house was only a few blocks away from Romans. You stayed behind with Jess as the siblings went ahead of you.
“What was that about?” You asked Jess. “He just called her a bitch?” Jess shrugged it off.
“Romans said worse.” Jess was right. That’s why everyone had such low expectations of him.
You both went in about your mornings as Jess had to run to make calls with certain people and do Kendall’s errand before having to break the news to Rava that Kendall wasn’t picking his kids up today. Rava was livid to say the very least, calling Kendall immediately after. Today was Kendall’s day with the kids and he decided to talk Rava into letting him to take another day with them. This was the fourth time in a row.
You walked into the apartment being welcomed by a slender tanned older woman. “Hello ma chérie.” She greeted Jess, giving her a hug. Jess had gotten to know Marcia for a while now. Marcia was truly one of the only people in the family who was careful and sweet. “And this is?” She asked.
“Hi, I’m Roman’s assistant. Y/n.” You smiled, giving a hand out to greet her. She put her hands over yours and smiled at your warmly. It felt almost motherly. It warmed your heart a bit. “Do you girls want anything?” She offered.
“Uh- I can get it myself. I can get you something though.” You offered, but her hand went up in protest.
“No my darling, I have people for that. Don’t worry.” She tried to comfort your nerves. She knew how scared you were just by looking at you. She could read anyone easily. “You look wonderful by the way.” She was inflating your ego. Your shoulders went up, your smile growing.
“Y/n.” Roman called. He waved you down. You apologize to Marcia and Jess before going to Roman.
“Huh?” You whispered to him.
“So, what about the offer from earlier? My dad has camera around so we could get it on film.” Roman whispered back, a humored look on his face.
“You’re a fucking asshole.” You talked in your normal tone.
“Okay okay. Uh- fuck. I’m gonna actually need you for something though.” He tried to get you to not walk away, grabbing your wrist and forearm. You raised your eyebrows, a way of asking what it was that he exactly needed from you. “You went to college for this shit, right? I need you to look shit up on Nan and just give me whatever notes you can.” He tried to reason. He needed to find a way to connect to the old hag. You agreed before he led you into the meeting. Jess sat behind Kendall, deciding to take notes for Kendall as well.
It was a long hour of planning and organizing a strategy of who had to play to what part. It was like watching a coach talking to a football team, but just about some news outlet. It got interrupted multiple times with Roman making off comment jokes and Shiv and him arguing.
During the meeting you were able to dig up enough on everyone to make sure Roman had enough to slither his way into this deal.
You broke off into different cars, telling Roman your notes, going over them multiple times.
Your cars stopped at a landing pad, watching as two men were waiting for you all. You looked behind them to see 2 helicopters on the landing pad. Your head shot to Roman, panicking almost immediately. “A fucking helicopter? I thought we were fucking going to their place just by car.” Roman just seemed to laugh at you. You had no choice, but to go with them. You strapped in as you asked the pilot multiple times if this was the correct way to do it. You went over it with them probably 10 times before asking how safe everything was. Kendall tried to reassure you it was safe, with Jess just trying to talk to you about her first experience and how it wasn’t that bad. You nodded, taking deep breathes. The propellors began to make a loud whooshing sound, causing you to grab onto Romans forearm for a sense of safety.
“Would you relax? It’s fucking 10 minutes.” Roman tried to put up his attitude as if he had an issue with you holding onto him, but he didn’t. He found that you were the only one who he felt comfortable enough to let hold or touch him. He put his glasses on with his free hand before leaning his head on his hand, hiding a smile behind his fingers and they mostly covered his mouth.
Before you knew it you all had landed right after Logan’s helicopter did. You undid your seat belts as fast as possibly, trying to get off as soon as you could. Logan had just gotten out with Marcia and Shiv. Everyone just followed his lead. He tried to pose the family as stable as the Pierces seemed to be. Which you honestly doubted now that you’ve been spending time with the Roy family.
Nan introduced herself to Logan and they both played their roles perfectly. Logan played the happy and proud dad part so well that you even believed him. Everyone was then formally introduced as they tried to network and find something to desperately talk about. But the only ones that truly mattered were Rhea, Logan and Nan.
You just stood back with Jess, knowing you had no part in this. You had no say in any deal. You didn’t even need to speak to any of them. You were just here for Roman’s sanity.
The house was soon filled, but the party was kept in one room. “Jesus this is fucking pretentious.” You whispered to Jess.
“This is not even the most pretentious part of the night. Watch.” Jess giggled. You just went through your notes with Jess quietly to compare and see if you both had missed anything. Nan interrupted the talking to introduce some stupid bullshit product they had made to get more money. You just joined despite not even having a glass in your hand like everyone before going back to Jess. Whatever the fuck the product was, Logan took a blow from it.
Everyone took this as a way to push some kind of project. Even Connor as he just went on and on about politics. Some others took this to boost their own egos. Or insult the other.
You felt a hand on the small of your back, your body jumping and turning around quickly to see Nan. Logan had his eyes dead set on you from afar.
“Oh hi.” You tried to say in a cheery tone, unsure of why she was even acknowledging you.
“I never seen you around before.” She commented. She had been dealing with this deal for a while, so she had gotten associated with everyone about 2-3 weeks ago. “Oh here, let me get you a drink.” She offered, grabbing a drink off one of her servers tray table. You thanked her quietly before taking a sip only on the bases you needed to. You didn’t like whiskey, but you needed to play a role.
“Oh uh- yeah, I got hired recently. Oh wow-“you said after taking a sip, taking another sip. You took theatre in high school and one or two classes in college. “I understand why this deserved a speech.” You lied. It was disgusting.
“Stop, you’re too cute.” She chuckled. “Who are you in association with?” You didn’t understand. She was asking what your position was and who exactly did you work for. You looked around before finally looking back at Nan.
“I-uh-I just do basic stuff for Roman. He wanted to have someone help him around since he started with taking more responsibilities at the company to help manage things around for him. I’m just his assistant. But I just graduated so you know everything from classes are still fresh in my memory.” You were panicked. She just tried to relax your nerves as she seemed to be comforting you. She had the same eyes that Marcia had given you, except more authentic. Like she actually gave a fuck.
“Well the best knowledge you’ll ever get is from experience.” She gave you a tip. You nodded, taking another sip only on the basis of you wanted to calm your nerves down.
“I’m just lucky to have the opportunity to work for the company. It’s truly been an experience for me.” You tried to inflate the company ego. “They’ve really treated me like family here.” You lied. You didn’t even speak to half of the family until today. You still haven’t had an interact with Shiv. You got berated by Logan not even a couple days ago.
“See, and that’s what I always look for.” Nan told Rhea to your face. “None of these other people will tell me anything authentic y’know cause they have more to lose, but you. Thank you. Truly.” She put her hands on each side of your arm. “I will wanna hear your input later on my dear.” She assured me before walking off. You were in complete shock. You assumed you would be invisible today. Roman rushed to you with an amused look.
“Hey, you okay?” He asked. Nan was barely away from the both of you. She took another mental note that despite me being just an assistant, the younger son of the father in the company, my employer, had just tried to check on me. She believed you. You nodded, downing the drink.
“Yeah-I’ll be fine. Just unexpected.” You mumbled, Roman let out a breathe, trying to reassure you it was fine. “It’s gonna be alright.” He tried to reassure her. It probably wasn’t and Roman knew that. She was trying to psych you out and find a reason not to make the deal. But you gave her no reason to. You made her think Logan was more genuine than she thought he was, even if those expectations of Logan were so low for her.
Jess tried to remind you it wasn’t anything serious. You were at a dinner. Sometimes the investors talked to Jess or ignored her. It depended if they saw assistants as people or not. And Nan, despite being massively rich, did consider others.
But she has heard rumors about Logan. She wanted to see how one of his employees had felt. Not in a super direct way, but subtle enough to get hints. Until the very end I guess.
Rhea gathered everyone slowly to bring them into a private room to discuss the game plan once again. Once the door shut, Logan began to interrogate everyone on what they had apparently done wrong. First Shiv on making jokes about Marks PhD and then the entire room for not getting along and going with the original plan. Kendall tried to shush Connor as Connor tried to stand his own ground. “And Romulus, when you laugh, please do it at the same volume as everyone else. We didn’t get you at a hyena farm.” Logan was out to get everyone in the room. “Not even to follow up with the possible end of this fucking deal. What did Nan say to you?” He then stared at you. You couldn’t tell if someone was behind you, looking around before Logan had one more outburst. “Fucking you. The one dresses as if she’s ready for a fucking runway show.” That was a harsh blow.
“Uh-well..” you tried to start trying to remember exactly what was said.
“Go on.” He was impatient. His tone was extremely mocking.
“She just asked who I was, what I did. I told her I just started and I’m just helping out Roman.” You tried to be quick not to upset Logan.
“Exactly what did you say?” He was really scary like this. You nodded, trying to recount everything.
“Just that uh- well Roman was taking on more responsibilities and dealt with his work usually himself, but now with all the work, he needed an assistant. And that I just finished school. She kind of told me school wasn’t as good as actually working so I told her I’m getting good experience and that you all treat me like a family.” You tried to get every detail of what you’ve said right.
“Oh really? Rhea?” He asked her, knowing she had been with you.
Thank fucking whatever the fuck, Rhea confirmed your story. “Nan seems to enjoy her, Logan. She said she trusted her.” She tried to reason. You had no idea why Nan seemed to trust you though. You looked at Logan, trying to keep a relaxed stature to yourself. Jess was right behind you, rubbing your back to comfort you. She knew you were probably internally having a panic attack. “Nan said she can’t trust anyone else since they’re either 1. Your kids, 2. Someone you’ve known for 30+ years or 3. they’ve known the family too long.” She explained.
“Okay… fine... You, try to butter up Nan more, you too Pinky. Fucking act as if she’s your grandma at Thanksgiving fucking dinner.” He gave you a role. You looked at Jess, but she couldn’t tell you anything in all honesty. She usually avoided talking to investors or people like Nan for this very reason. She didn’t want to be involved. “And Jess, you fix Shiv’s mess.” He appointed her a job. Shiv’s ego took a blow, trying to argue she could just apologize. “No cause apparently a fucking assistant who runs around getting coffee for my idiot children can do a better fucking job than my actual children.”
Did this mean Logan appreciated what you did? Is this his way of saying you did a good job? You didn’t see the appeal of it.
Shiv scoffed before leaving the room.
“Well, fuck.” Jess whispered to you. You nodded, agreeing with her.
Notes: If you hadn't seen my other post, just like the show, everyone is going to be an awful person moment and have at least one scene of them being the absolute worst. even OC.
Chapter 8
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✮⋆ ˚。𖦹 deep breaths and breaking tides 𖦹⋆。°✩
summary: in which the anemo archon’s feelings are worn on his sleeve, billowing in the wind for everyone to see, yet the subject of his desire is a dumb fuck.
notes: 800 words, hurt/comfort (??), venti overthinks things
The sky is overcast as Venti rushes down the street to your apartment, dodging people who are similarly in a hurry to escape the rain. Tucked under an arm is a bouquet, a white-and-green arrangement of freshly cut flowers and foliage. He shifts the flowers to his other arm, worried that he’s going to crush the lilies-of-the-valley spilling over the edges of the brown paper.
He’s finally reached your run down apartment building, but instead of heading toward the old elevators at the front, he nods at the bored landlord at the desk and shoulders his way into the dusty mail room.
There’s a small desk in the corner with some cheap stationary. He writes a short note to you:
Hey. How are you doing? I know you might not be feeling up to it, but I brought you a little something! Please call me once you see this. I miss you.
He hesitates. How should he sign off? Love, Venti was what he usually ended with, but for some reason it didn’t seem right in this case.
He sighs to himself and quickly scrawls a simple hyphen before his name, and then tucks the note into the bouquet before dropping it into the cubby labeled with your last name.
He lingers, his fingers tracing the cold metal lettering. Venti tries to think back to when he first met you.
Ever since you first entered his life, he’d forgotten what it had been like before. The countless high school projects, late-night calls to work on assignments (but more often, for prolonged gossip sessions), sleepovers, prom, and graduation. You’d been by his side the entire time, at arms length.
And now you weren’t.
He’d probably never tell you how he felt about you, but mainly because he didn’t want to change any part of the relationship he had with you. He’s completely content with just being your friend.
At least, that’s what he keeps telling himself, when he sits through your spiels about college crushes. But recently, doubts have been brewing in his mind.
The feeling of yearning wasn’t all together familiar, but not quite foreign either. He supposes he’s always felt something for you. He couldn’t define it- something more than a friendship, but also something more than a romantic relationship?
Venti shakes his head quickly, as if that will clear his head of the thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for oh so long.
It’s been a week since you’d broken up with your most recent boyfriend. And considering it had been a relationship of nearly 7 months, which that prick had very graciously ended by cheating on you, it made sense that you were devastated.
Venti was sure you’d get out of it eventually. But he also understood just how hard it was to love someone who didn’t reciprocate it. You needed time to process everything, and he’d wait for you.
He’s about to walk to the door, when it creaks open and you walk into the mail room.
Venti’s eyes widen, the shock mirrored on your face.
He’s suddenly very embarrassed of the bouquet and note. Maybe it’s too much? Too sudden? He notices how tired you look, eyes smudged with redness and concerningly-prominent dark circles.
He opens his mouth to start explaining himself.
But then you crack a weary smile, and nudge him with your toe.
“Couldn’t keep yourself away from me for a week, huh?”
Venti forgets about the anxiety he had about seeing you just a minute ago, and flicks your forehead. And then the lecture starts.
“You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts! You had me so worried. You look like you haven’t eaten in days and don’t even get me started on the bags under your eyes. You-“
You chuckle apologetically and hold up your hands in surrender.
“I wasn’t trying to avoid you, I swear! There’s no one I wanted to talk to more this last week than you. You’re my best friend, Venti, but I was too embarrassed to have you see me-“
You gesture down at your faded tank top and sweatpants.
“-like this.”
You’re about to say more but you’re interrupted by Venti pulling you into a hug.
“You don’t need to apologize, I just wanted to know if you were okay,” he whispers.
He can feel your gentle smile against his shoulder.
“Will you stop being clingy for a second so I can check my mail?”
Venti shakes his head, refusing to let go, like a child.
And then he remembers the flowers he left in your cubby and abruptly releasees you out of embarrassment.
He raises a hand to the back of his neck, red and fidgety as you open your mail box.
He watches your expression melt into a soft smile, and can’t help but smile himself.
You’ll be okay, and that’s all that matters to him.
#genshin x reader#genshin impact#genshin fic#genshin impact fic#genshin venti#genshin impact venti#venti x reader#genshin impact x reader
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gallavich daughter gets diognosed with borderline personality disorder
They walked into the dark, gloomy office dimly lit by the fluorescents that were all too familiar. The couple had started to sense something off with their daughter, fearing the worst. They immediately got into the car and set off, Y/N with them. She didn’t know exactly why she was going, she had just thought they were being precautionary because of her dad’s mental illness being genetic and all that. She wasn’t worried about being bipolar, recognising all of the symptoms early on, only having a few insignificant ones. (but that wasn’t uncommon with growing up in a place like this).
You see, Y/N was adopted 7 years ago, making her 6. Her family was okay, not much better than the others in this town but not all bad. That was until they found out her brother had gotten into a car accident. He had always been the golden child of the family, so her parents went mad. They resorted to what everyone else in this city did, drugs. Her dad was a recovering addict, and it sent him and her mom into a downward spiral. Someone saw them, worried (knowing that they had a young kid) and reported it to DCFS.
She was in a group home for about 6 months, being a shy little girl and not talking to anyone. That was until two scary-looking men in big black uniforms walked in. She was starstruck. They walked over to the front desk and she ran to them, tugging on their uniforms with a big smile, trying to impress them so that they would take her home. It had worked. The next day they took her back to their shabby two-bedroom unit, and as soon as she walked in, it was a home. Their home. Now, back to the current situation.
Y/N was sitting in a waiting room chair, watching her dads walk up to the front desk, worried looks on their faces. She had been acting out recently, being closed off and getting into more trouble than usual. They tried to do their research, thinking it was nothing. They found out that all her symptoms could lead to borderline personality disorder. She had recently been getting bullied and it takes an event to set off.
They sat down in a bland-ass room, Y/N sitting in front of the desk, biting her lip. “Okay! Hello Mr and Mr Gallagher-Milkovich, what can I do for Y/N today”? The doctor said way too enthusiastically.
What joy does she get from telling people they have life-changing mental problems? “Umm, just an evaluation,” Ian said quietly, almost unsure about what they wanted. He didn't want to mention that they might know what she has, not wanting to come across eager for this situation, because he wasn’t, neither of them were. They knew that if she had this disease, that it wasn’t medicated like Ian’s, that there was no cure. “Okay! That’s all good, but we normally have the parents leave for this part of the appointment, so we’ll send someone out for you when we’re done”.
Mickey’s heart dropped, he didn’t want to leave her, he had been with Ian to the doctors countless times, never being asked to leave. He knew how stressful these appointments are and couldn’t understand why they wouldn’t want their daughter to be accompanied during an uncomfortable session.
The two men stood in fear and anxiety, not excited for what was to come. All they wanted was to be with their little girl.
“Gallagher-Milkovich? Y/N’s finished her appointment and we need to talk to you,”. Their hearts drop. That only happens if something bad is going on. They rushed into the room with Y/N there, looking at them scared. She obviously didn't know yet. “After today's consultation, and looking at Y/N’s medical records we sadly have to diagnose her with something called Borderline Personality Disorder. We can recommend specialists and therapists, but at the moment there isn't any known treatment other than therapy”. Mickey zoned out for the rest of the conversation.
No, he couldn’t go through this again. At least Ian's disorder is treatable, what was he gonna do with Y/N’s? He could see Ian listening intently, not knowing how he could bare listening to the conversation. Y/N looked scared. Of course she did, being diagnosed with a very life-changing disorder would make you scared. Mickey, who was standing behind her pulled her into him, resting his hands on her shoulder. Y/N was silent, even when she was asked a question, she wouldn’t answer.
They understood why, of course. Even the doctor did, never directly pushing for an answer. Once their appointment was done, they slowly walked out of the building and to the car. Y/N sat down, still not saying anything to her dads. Ian was trying to talk to her, but it always came out in mumbles. She understood why they were so uncomfortable.
I’ll make a part two to this with headcannons <333
#gallavich x daughter!reader#gallavich daughter#Mickey milkovich x daughter!reader#Ian Gallagher x daughter!reader#shameless x reader
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Just a Favor | pt 4 | Gwynriel
✦ Warnings: all fluff
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Azriel was not at training the next morning. Cassian led the Valkyries assisted by Nesta. Gwyn noticed, of course, but preferred to go about as usual. She thanked the Mother that no one said anything about him so she had no opportunity to blush and stutter and look like an idiot.
By the end of the session, though, she was feeling a little desperate. So much energy filled her body and the exercise had done nothing to reduce it. It was equal parts nervousness and excitement, tangling together and filling her blood with adrenaline. Her entire world was on the verge of some monumental change and all she could do was wait.
“Gwyneth,” A deep voice startled her from her thoughts. She whirled around from the weapons rack to find Azriel looking down at her, holding a little bouquet of daisies.
“Cauldron boil me,” She breathed, placing a hand on her chest. Her gaze swept over his figure, checking for any changes since she had seen him last. It was only a couple of days ago but it felt like so much longer.
She noticed the way his fingers trembled around the stems of the flowers and his restless wings, twitching and fidgeting. His eyes were wide and full of anxiety, with purple smudged underneath like he hadn’t been sleeping much. His shadows rushed toward her as usual, twining around her limbs and through her hair.
As for Azriel, he could not help smiling. He took her in and decided she looked more beautiful than ever, even with her face streaked with dirt and her hair stuck down with sweat. Especially so, because he loved that she was a warrior. If he was brave enough, he'd drop to his knees right then and ask her to be his forever.
They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other while they thought about each other. Completely oblivious to Cassian and Nesta exchanging wry smiles and pretending not to watch.
“Did you need something?” Gwyn asked, her voice soft, teal eyes still locked on his hazel ones.
“Yes,” Azriel swallowed and held out the bouquet, “I wanted to say sorry again. In person. And I wanted to ask you to meet me here tonight.”
Gwyn's heart pounded as she took the flowers, taking care not to brush his fingers. She wasn't sure if she could handle it at that moment. It would only remind her of his touch in the moonlight on the bank of the stream. Her rosy cheeks dimpled as she grinned up at him.
“You don't have to be sorry,” She said, just above a whisper, “What would you like to meet for?”
“I would like to talk to you about something,” He said, cursing himself for his stiffness, “Nothing bad.”
“As long as I'm not in trouble,” Gwyn smiled, tilting her head in that alluring way.
“Is 7 okay?” Azriel asked, voice trembling just a touch.
“I'll be here.”
Azriel gave her a nod and then turned, making his way back to the House. Gwyn watched his back as he left, clutching the daisies in her hands and trying to collect herself. She was dizzy, body even more jittery than before.
He wouldn't ask for a private meeting just to tell her she was a terrible kisser, right?
In all of the turmoil of the past few days, there was one thing that Azriel clung to. It was the first thing he'd thought of as he'd flown into the night, leaving Gwyn on the ground as a small smudge of copper.
He was nervous, possibly as nervous as he had been to show up at the training ring to see Gwyn. He had another bouquet in one hand, pink and yellow lilies, and a box of pastries wrapped with ribbon in the other.
He paused on the doorstep of the little cottage, wondering if she'd open it before he could knock like usual. But he'd surprised her this time and he found himself staring at the closed door. He couldn't help smiling as he knocked, anticipating her reaction.
The grey haired woman appeared in the doorway with furrowed eyebrows, ready to tell off unwanted visitors. But then she saw that it was Azriel and a grin spread across her weathered face.
“My boy,” She reached out her arms for him, hugging him around the gifts he carried.
He ducked into the cottage and put his gifts on the kitchen table. His mother clocked the wringing of his hands immediately, the restlessness in his eyes.
“You’ve come to me with troubles today?” She asked in her lilting voice. Azriel would never get tired of it. He would always be the little boy inside that longed to hear just a little more of her voice before being locked in the darkness for another week.
“Not troubles,” He said as she put the kettle on the stove. He'd do it for her if she'd let him but she never would. He also stifled his protest as she put a napkin in front of him and set a pastry from the box on it.
“Tell me,” She demanded, sitting across from him and picking a pecan roll for herself, “I'm desperate for gossip these days.”
Azriel had been determined to hold it together. But it was impossible, in front of this woman with such soft eyes and so much love for him. It mingled with the joy and relief and nervousness he was already holding inside and became something overwhelming. His throat ached as tears threatened to spill over.
“Mama,” He croaked, “I have a mate.”
“Azriel,” She breathed, her roll pausing halfway between the table and her mouth. Then she was up, snack forgotten, throwing her arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. She knew how long he'd been waiting for something like this.
“Mama,” He chuckled, trying to loosen her grasp around his neck.
“Who is she?” She demanded, reaching for the kettle as it began to squeal.
“Her name is Gwyneth,” He said, as shy as a school boy revealing a crush. “She works in the library. And she won the Blood Rite last year.”
“The Blood Rite?” His mother cried, putting the kettle down so she did not scald herself in her surprise. Azriel nodded, eyes glowing with pride.
“She's a Valkyrie.”
“That's a match made by the cauldron if I ever heard one,” She smiled, tilting her head to the side and watching the way his shadows sped up as he talked about her. “I will meet her, right?”
“Of course,” Azriel said, smile fading, “But I haven't told her yet. I asked her to meet me tonight.”
“Ah, that's why you're acting like a little boy the night before Valentine's Day,” She laughed and set a cup of tea before him.
“I am not,” He protested, grinning in spite of himself. He wrapped his hands around the warm mug and breathed the familiar scent of cinnamon and ginger.
“You're worried she won't accept?”
Azriel nodded. His mother said nothing, only took a sip of her tea and then got up from the table, disappearing into her bedroom. He could hear her rummaging through something.
“What are you doing?”
“I saved something for you,” She said, returning with a little velvet box. She set it on the table in front of him and stood back, hands on her hips and eyes glittering.
Azriel's heart hammered as he looked at it, tears already stinging his eyes. He picked up the box with gentle fingers and opened the lid. Two beautiful earrings lay inside on a bed of silk, sapphires encased in silver metal, carved with little stars and moons.
“I got them as a gift once,” She said as he admired them, “They were the only nice things I owned for a long, long time. They meant a lot to me. And I saved them because I wanted to give you one to have made into a ring.”
Azriel shook his head, a tear falling down his cheek. His mother reached out and swiped it away, placing a kiss where it had been. He remembered the days when she had nothing nice at all. When she was always tired and ragged with almost no hope left.
“You should keep them,” He swallowed hard.
“I'll keep one,” She said, her voice trembling just a touch, “And I'll put it on a chain. But I want you to take this one and have the gem put into a ring and the metal made into a band.”
Azriel stood, leaving the little box on the table, and folded his mother into his arms. It was a long while before he let go.
“Promise me?” She whispered when he pulled away, reaching up to cup his cheek.
“I promise,” He put his hand over hers and leaned into her touch.
“Good, because she won’t say no to such a beautiful ring. Now tell me everything about her.”
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[ Steve goes to the s4 basketball game but it’s for Billy. ]
~ my drabbles anthology on ao3 ~
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Steve was grumpy, he could admit that. Well, he could admit it now that it had been a few hours. That didn’t stop him and Robin having an immature spat in the car over over Fast Times with the word boobies flying around.
Then, “Just get whatever is occupying your braincell off your shoulders, already.”
Steve’s jaw had dropped, openly gaping at the road towards Hawkins High. “We’re talking about your love life - lack thereof.”
“Hush.”
“Oh, am I talking or hushing?”
Robin burst out into tired, 7am giggles. “You’re so petty when you miss him.”
Steve sighed through his nose in defeat. He did miss him. Between the summer, the school year starting for the new batch of seniors, and winter basketball camp, Steve felt like he rarely saw his boyfriend. He had a green Hargrove 7 jersey in his trunk since the team was using the white jerseys for their final game, and that in itself was annoying.
Come get your jersey.
Come see me.
Steve couldn’t even fault Billy for being committed to something. He just wished it was a little more Steve and a lot less basketball.
But everything was fine. The bubble was about to break. They were finally having a home game, and it was the championship to boot. Steve’s back seat was crowded to show for it with Robin’s band attire: feather duster helm and all.
Steve was a sap. He knew it. He was ready for something long haul, but he hadn’t grown too far from the feeling of being a senior. He knew what it felt like to be a strong, upperclassman. Looked up to. On the verge of the rest of his life. He didn’t want to steal that from Billy just because they’d spent the summer being split up by jobs, hospitals, school, basketball camp...saving the world from a catastrophe that nearly took Billy away forever.
Maybe Steve wasn’t being too unreasonable.
But it also meant that Billy needed normalcy more than ever. He certainly deserved it.
So Steve dropped Robin off, and he went to Family Video for the long wait before tonight’s basketball game. The phone usually wasn’t too busy during the day, but he could predict some noise around lunchtime and the end of his shift. Today, lunchtime rang.
“Family Video, this is Steve.”
“Steve! It’s me.”
“Oh, hey, Dustin,” Steve greeted in something just a little better than a monotone. As if Dustin didn’t call from the school’s payphone every other day. “What’s up?”
Steve slowly grimaced as Dustin told him he had to fill in for Lucas at that night’s D&D campaign. Dustin got demoted back to his last name.
“Henderson, I graduated. I can’t go to your silly club session.”
“Well, Lucas has his stupid basketball game!”
“It’s not stupid. It’s the championship. You, me, and Max all know how much work he and the team have been putting into this season.”
The team. Billy. Billy was the team. Even with his injuries, recovery, and hard ass mindset that made him a lousy patient, Billy still maintained the stage presence to run the court.
He was still an asshole, but an observant one that had him taking Steve’s place as captain instead of the entitled judge’s son, Jason Carver. Billy might’ve been mean on the court but he was indifferent - even nice - in the locker room. Carver played nice on the court but wasn’t so nice off stage. Everyone’s doubts at the start of the season had been quickly put to rest.
“It’s a game, Steve - ”
“And your weird board game isn’t?”
“D&D involves weeks of plot, strategy, improvisation, and the statistical gamble of dice - ”
“Yeah, I seem to remember weeks of planning, myself. Whatever, I’ll be at the school supporting your friend for you. Uh oh, customers. Gotta go. Bye.”
“No- Steve!”
He was pretty sure he could hear Dustin cussing him out even though the phone was back on its mount. He smiled at the customers and tried to keep his glances at the clock to a minimum.
The day was easy until 4pm. Steve almost leapt out of his skin when he realized school had ended. Old habits. Today, it did mean the end of his shift, though, so he clocked out and went home to freshen up.
Freshen up for what, he didn’t know. He might have some old habits but he’d forgotten how stuffy the gymnasium could get during a game. Probably because he usually spent games on the spacious court, not the stands -
“Hey, Steve!”
He rotated to see...Stacie. No. De-uh-B-Brenda! “Brenda, hi.”
Her teased and permed hair floated around her as she smiled and walked with him into the gym. “How are you? It’s so weird. Like, half our class is gone, and the rest are hard to find.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Steve said, even though he didn’t, really. All of his enduring friends were younger. With the exception of a very - tragic - few, they were somehow all alive, too.
Brenda meant alumni who had moved away. Steve didn’t contribute this much.
Predictably, spaces were available in the bleachers next to the band. People usually didn’t want to be right next to the noise, but this meant he could be close to Robin. He kept his tone jovial and polite as he curtly gestured at the bleachers. “I’m heading up.”
“Sure!” she chimed, accepting his hand for a boost. Not really his intention, but he’d never had any issue with Brenda. She was nice, smelled good. Great at math but just as crap as he was in Mrs. Click’s English. She tasted like bubble gum when they made out at a football game three years ago. All things considered, she and Steve were on easy footing.
Until Tammy Thomson showed up to sing the National Anthem.
He and Robin caught each other’s side-eye the same time. Told you, he mouthed. Muppet -
“Wow,” Brenda breathed. “She sounds amazing, doesn’t she?”
Steve smiled on autopilot, and just as quickly recoiled once her head had turned back to the performance.
He tried not to rock too strongly on his feet. He didn’t need everyone on the bleachers looking at him like x-ray vision, making him feel exposed and ready to scream over how he needed Robin’s sass, the weekend, a freaking burger, and Billy to run his mouth. A lot of mouth. A lot of...
Steve raked his hands through his hair, stuck between thinking the world of his boyfriend out there on the court and the fact that they were losing. The white jersey actually covered all of Billy’s scars, but Steve and Robin could see his fatigue arriving faster than the rest of the team. They glanced at each other, only interrupted by Max manifested between them.
“Hey,” Steve frowned. “Have you been here the whole time?”
She glanced at him, deadpan. “Duh. Which of us is going to convince him to sit on the bench?”
Steve blew air between his lips so they vibrated. “I thought you knew him better than I did. Billy doesn’t take losing well.”
Max glared at him. “He’s going to have a heart attack.”
“He’s in good hands,” Steve defended, but he could feel his confidence rapidly draining. “Peter Townsend is diabetic and the couches always kept an eye on him.”
Max grimaced at him like he had spoken another language, but as soon as she tried to say more, their coach called for a timeout. The team huddled up, and it wasn’t a big wonder why. Their best player had more than run out of steam, he’d overspent himself, and they only had a minute left to get anything done. Covered in sweat and rocking with their breaths, the team listened to Carver arguing with coach until a decision had been made. They needed a fresh player who could make the most out of a minute, and they had one.
“SINCLAIR! You’re in!”
Max and Steve heard the freshman gawk. “Huh?”
“You’re in! Son, let’s go!”
He ditched his warm-up jacket and ran into the huddle for the plan. Steve crossed his arms after giving Max a tug on her jacket so she would get off the stairs and stand with him. Billy would skin them alive later if they made a scene of approaching him on the bench, so they had to stay put.
To everyone’s trepidation, shock, and jubilant relief, Lucas delivered. Saving the world a few times had made him sharp, adaptable, and frugal with every second. The nerd managed to convert all of it into a game he had only started playing this summer.
And to top it off, he landed the final shot. Hawkins High won the game.
Steve exploded, jumping and yelling and waving his arms. Max screamed Lucas’s name, clapping her hands until her palms glowed scarlet. When the referee’s whistle coupled the scoreboard in announcing the game over, the team crowded around Lucas and Billy, and the court flooded with people.
Steve moved through the crowd easily with Max in tow, and finally - finally - got a face full of Billy. Running made his hair light and fluffy, eyes glowing as he realized who were holding onto him.
He called, “Hang on! Hang on!” and Steve let him go as the team finally set Lucas down onto his feet after hoisting him up. Billy gripped his shoulder for his attention, and Lucas accepted his hand. “Not bad, Sinclair. Not bad.”
Lucas beamed, only for his smile to drop into shock at seeing Max. “Max! You came?”
“Yeah, whatever,” she scoffed, but with a smile. Then Lucas hugged her and she looked ready to punch him. “Oh- Ew. Gross, you’re disgusting. How are you this sweaty after only a minute?”
The older teammates laughed for some reason but they all got hustled into the locker room - including Steve. He didn’t realize his blunder until the coach started doing a congratulatory speech to the team, and Steve slipped behind a wall of lockers to head toward the door...but he didn’t leave. He wanted to know what the coach had to say on Billy’s behalf. He wanted to know how the team treated him and Lucas.
He both got it and didn’t, since the coach tactfully uplifted everyone without dragging out everyone’s flaws. That was good. Billy couldn’t take a compliment without being reminded of how he had to sit out the rest of the game. More importantly, the coach spoke about how grateful he was to have the seniors under his wings after such a year.
For a gut-wrenching second, Steve thought the coach was going to mention the kids who were still “missing” from the summer.
He didn’t. He kept the room on high feelings, warning the rest of the team that winning a championship wouldn’t make things easy next season, and that they had summer training to look forward to. He reminded them to clean up after themselves, and saw himself out right as somebody unearthed a boombox from their gym bag.
“Why the hell did you bring that thing?”
“To either celebrate or wallow in our sorrows,” came the reply, followed by laughter and rowdy singing...
Steve looked up when a pair of pants was thrown over the wall of lockers. Right under the waistband of the sweatpants, was a Hawkins tiger, and a yellow number seven. Steve smiled and yanked it all the way onto his side.
Billy soon followed, coming around the lockers to find his pants in Steve’s hands. A bright smile flashed on his face before he reigned it in and sauntered toward him. He had to get close to be heard over the noise of music, singing, and locker rattling. “You’re a weird dust bunny.”
Thank goodness for the noise, because Steve snorted as he reached for him. “Come here.”
Billy let him. Billy never would’ve let him before July of 1985. But Billy let him now, cradling the sweaty-damp junction of his skull and neck, nuzzling his nose with Billy’s to encourage Billy to finish the distance. Billy’s lips were soft, unbearably soft and insistent. His arms initially went around Steve’s body, hands sliding over his shoulder blades and then down, down to give the hillocks of his ass cheeks a lift.
At least Billy had some tact, because the bubble burst and Steve tilted his head for more. Billy’s hands lifted up for his waist, incidentally hiking up Steve’s grey shirt but no further. Lockers chimed behind Billy’s back when Steve pushed him against them. Steve felt more than heard Billy’s low hum in his throat, the vibration on his lips and the breath from his nose.
Steve didn’t care that Billy had a game’s worth of sweat and filth on his skin. The only thing keeping him in check was his concern for Billy’s heart and lungs. Kissing made him out of breath, sometimes. For Steve it was as blissful as it was scary.
But this time, Billy chased his lips when he pulled back. His hand found Steve’s hair and Steve felt teeth in their kiss -
A locker slammed over the music, inducing someone to holler, “Sinclair! You comin’ tonight?”
“Uh, let me think on it. I’m gonna shower real fast!”
Billy stepped off where he’d been leaning against the lockers and Steve composed himself in time for Lucas to step into view. He tried to play it casual, but his wide eyes said, Scram, already!
Steve smiled bashfully and waved him away. To Billy, he asked, “Are you coming over?”
Billy scoffed and Steve couldn’t blame him. Big championship party tonight -
“You joking? I’m moving in. I’m exhausted and I want pancakes everyday for the next week.”
A stupid giggle spat out of him. He might’ve actually spit a little. Steve felt like he could cry. He didn’t, though. He’d cried enough for a whole summer.
“Deal... How do I get out of here?”
Billy smirked and nodded his head toward the bathroom side of the locker room. “We’re about to run Sinclair out of the showers.”
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childhood 🍬❤️
◇ characters ◇ childe/tartaglia/ajax
◇ tags ◇ mentions of bullying (kids), implications of kidnapping and child trauma, teeth rotting fluff, slight angst, slight mention of panic attack, happy ending
my gods.
naughty. so, so naughty.
when you first meet him, he's a spoiled brat.
never runs out of energy. runs everywhere and anywhere. taunts you. mocks you for reading books. mocks you for your 'ugly' drawing. yes, he bullies you and he's a mean gremlin. you think he's insufferable and actively try to avoid him at any cost.
but then one day, he suddenly stops coming to school and you don't see him around your neighborhood. you do, however, see his mother around. and from how gaunt she looks, even the young you know that something had happened, and that something is not good.
he comes back eventually, after about two weeks. everyone is overjoyed, except you, because you're going to get bullied again now at school, right?
wrong.
a few more weeks have passed since he's back to school. but he acts so differently, you almost think he's a different person altogether.
his blue eyes are dull, he has bandages almost all over his body and fading bruises peeking behind his shirt.
you find it weird and so you tell your parents all about it. they give you a solemn look and tell you that he's going through a rough time, so you need to be kind to him.
well, okay... but also no, thanks?
you weren't planning to abide by their words - why should you when all he's ever been to you is mean?
but then... you stumble upon him hiding on the stairway, crying and on the verge of hyperventilating.
naturally, you panic. you're about to call a teacher but you remember your favorite plushie that you're always carrying around in your bag, and in a moment of desperation, you shove the blue narwhal to him.
"i-it's okay, mr. narwhal will take care of everything!"
ajax stares at the plushie. at you. his arms tighten around the soft toy, and he nods.
the next day, to your shock, he shyly sits beside you and asks you if he can join you in reading your book.
his eyes aren't as dull anymore, you notice.
he never tells you how you've saved him that day, but he makes sure to show you how much of a treasure you are throughout your life.
a year passes by and ajax gains a younger sibling. he tells you this with a sparkle in his eyes and you think you can see the shadow of the boy who you used to despise.
but he still waits for you every morning, he still waves you over so you can join him at his table at lunch, and he still lays his head on your shoulder as he joins you on your book reading sessions.
sure, he's still a little mischievous every now and then, but now they've reduced to little harmless pranks compared to what he did before.
still, it scares you. what if one day your best friend reverts to that mean boy who would stomp all over your feelings and interests?
you ask him this with tears in your eyes and ajax is horrified.
he apologizes. hard.
he tells you how he would never do that anymore and how he regrets ever doing that at all. he buys you all your favorite ice creams and candies. he clings to you 24/7. all this even after you tell him that he's forgiven.
you slowly get used to his clinginess and your parents teases you for being practically inseparable now.
more seasons go by, and you watch as ajax grows up to become the best big brother and a promising future sports star one could ever hope to become. his younger siblings look up to him. your juniors in school look up to him. your seniors and yearmates get along with him.
really, you won't even be surprised if one day he decides that you're too uncool to hang out with him anymore. to your utmost delight, the day never comes.
but there are days where his energy levels drop, where he's a little quieter than usual, where his laugh doesn't have the same ring in it…
days like those, he seeks you out and slumps against you. no words spoken, yet no trace of awkwardness in the air. your breath syncs up, your heartbeats merge into one, and you slump back against him. simply enjoying existing.
and you realize, maybe you're just a little bit more special than others.
while you're pondering about this and are trying to sort out your feelings like the hormonal high schooler that you are, due to schoolwork and you being partnered up, you visit his room for the first time after several years.
you notice the old plushie on top of his pillow and point it out. ajax blushes, squeaks, and grabs the soft toy to hide it behind his back with a bashful expression.
it's that very moment you then realize, you've fallen in love with your best friend.
and you don't even have the time to anguish over ruining your relationship, because the next thing you know ajax is staring at you resolutely with reddened cheeks and a promise ring in his hand, loudly proclaiming how it's you, it's always been you and it'll always be you.
you tackle him before he can even finish asking you out, and as he laughs into your ears and hugs you back, you think you hear his voice waver a bit, as if he's tearing up.
"you and me against the world - just like how it's always been!"
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One of Your Kind (Ch. 8)
Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6 | Ch. 7 | Ch. 8 | Ch. 9 | Ch. 10
Word count: 4.0K
Summary: within hot girls summer and cute dates, November’s finally here and Wednesday’s finally streaming.
Warnings: make out session
Pairing: Jenna Ortega X Fem!Reader
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May went by quickly. Jenna wanted to spend it alone with her family after being away from home for so long and of course you let her, knowing how much she cared about them, but you still obviously talked every night and every moment you could, without bothering her. She was getting called on interviews, the trailer for Wednesday season 1 will be released in August and there were already quite a few sneak peeks. As June came the two of you started hanging out more, whether it was at her place or around town: she knew that this show would make her quite a lot famous so she decided to take adventure of this remaining time to be herself and go around town without too many people recognizing her. She always wore sunglasses as to get recognized less, but you didn't mind as long as you were with her.
"Where are we going?" She asked you, as you drove slightly out of town. “You'll see when we get there" you teased only to watch her groan in annoyance. You reached some small forest with a trail, and you parked the car. “What, you're gonna take me here and kill me?" She giggled and you did too "well you're Wednesday here so it should be the other way around" you teased "I'm gonna need to cover your eyes. You trust me right?" She nodded and so did you, you covered her eyes and led her through the woods to the final destination."You're so gonna like this" you said as you gave her a peck on the cheek. You had brought her on top of a hill, the trees behind you and from there you could see the whole Los Angeles. You had set up everything you needed for a picnic, you had laid a blanket on the grass and had took some snacks. It was sunset so the view would be even better. As soon as you uncovered her eyes her jaw dropped and she looked down at what you had set up, she was stunned.
“This is my hideout" you started and wrapped your arms around her from behind "whenever I'm too overwhelmed or stressed I come here and relax. No one ever comes here and I never brought anyone here before you so we can make this our place?" You said and looked at her with a small smile “it can be your hideout too, for when you feel like you need alone time” you kissed her cheek again. And waited for her reply. “This is beautiful” she had been speechless until now, “no one has ever done this for me” she said and turned around to look at you, anyone watching from miles away could understand that Jenna was so in love with you and you were too. “You deserve this. Tell you what, tonight the sky will be clear. I also bought some blankets, we could stargaze?” Jenna smiled brightly and obviously agreed, she has never done this before and she was glad that her first time stargazing would be with you.
You were laying down on the blanket you had put on the ground, the sun had just finished setting and a few stars were visible already. Jenna had already snuggled up to you and you had your arms wrapped around her keeping her close to you. “You know, I’ve been thinking about switching careers,” you started and Jenna immediately turned to look at you “what why?” She said and you shrugged. You hoped you wouldn’t upset her with what you were going to say. “I don’t know, I just feel like directing is not my field? I know it’s what I studied for, but it’s not gratifying you know? I want to have more recognition for what I do. Maybe I could try being an actress?” Your revelation got Jenna at loss of words. She wasn’t expecting this, not at all. She thought you loved your work so this kind of left her shocked. “Are you upset?” You asked, seeing as she wasn’t giving you a reply. “It’s just that you studied hard for this job,” she said and you looked down. “You may have not gotten what you wanted, but it’s gonna take time. Being a good actress takes time to, and you know that. I don’t like this idea of yours but I’ll support it no matter what because I love you”
She was right after all, but how could you continue with that job, if you didn’t like it anymore? You have always been like this, ever since you were a child. You started sports, and then left them because they were either too hard or you didn’t like them anymore. This aspect of yours has never changed and will never leave you. “I love you too” you said and gave her a small sad smile. You know what she thought, she thought that you were wasting your studies, your scholarship and everything you had worked so hard to get. And maybe she was right. So you decided to hang on a little more with this job and see where it took you.
You had grown really close to Jenna’s family, her mom treated you like her own child: she made sure your were eating alright, she made sure that you weren’t stressing yourself out like Jenna was, and in general she made sure you were fine... She was to you the mother you never had. And Aliyah was the sister you never had. You texted every day, even if it was sharing some memes or silly pictures, the two of you were always in contact. Eventually the beach days came too, Jenna was always inviting you to go to the beach with her family and this was one of those days. It was a Tuesday, when almost everyone would be working and both of you were less at risk of being recognized, and less people would be at the beach. Jenna had been very playful and that’s why as you were applying a sun protection Jenna threw some sand directly at your legs. This is one of the things you hate about the beach: the sand sticking on your skin.
“Do that again and I’ll throw you in the water” you warned giggling, trying to brush the sand away. Unfortunately for you she didn’t listen and threw sand at your other leg, trying not to laugh at the face you made. “You asked for this” you walked over and picked her up, throwing her over your shoulder “no!” She laughed “let me go!” She kept laughing as you made your way towards the water, getting in until the water was slightly above your waist, her family laughing as they watched you from the beach “is the water cold?” She asked but you smirked and ignored her question “this is for not listening to me” you said and threw her in the water. For a brief second you saw her plug her nose and then you saw her emerge from the water with her mouth opened in an “O” shape from how cold the water was, and you couldn’t help but laugh at her face “you got what you deserved” you laughed and she did the same, as she splashed you. You nearly made the same face she did before and splashed her back.
You kept splashing each other and eventually you decided to “prank” her. You went underwater when she had her eyes closed from the water, and she soon noticed you weren’t splashing her anymore. “(Y/N)? Where are you?” She looked around, and you jumped up from behind her wrapping your arms around her as you heard her scream from the jump scare, but eventually she turned around in your arms and saw you smile at her “you’re even prettier in a bikini” you whispered and she smiled brightly before pulling you in for a sweet kiss, the kiss was salty due to the sea water as your lips danced in perfect sync, your arms in the small of her back and hers around your shoulders. At the moment it seemed that both of you didn’t care if her family was watching you, you didn’t care if paparazzis were around you were just living in the moment. You don’t get this many intimate moments with her so you took advantage of the few you had.
You weren’t even aware of the fact that her sisters were taking pictures of the two of you, but you just looked so cute that they HAD to take those pictures for you to keep. The morning at the beach was peaceful, but in the evening more people started coming and you had to keep affections low to a minimum. It was automatic now and both of you didn’t mind, as long as fans attentions were lowered to a minimum. And that’s exactly how it was, not many people knew her yet, maybe a little bit more after the fallout came out but still it wasn’t much. There were a couple girls asking her for photos and she always, happily obliged. Though you wondered, how would her fame affect your relationship? “What’s going on in that little head of yours?” Jenna asked after sitting down from the third photo of the day. She played with your hair with a small smile. “Nothing I was just thinking…”
“Thinking of what?” She asked you and you sighed. “You do realize that this show will make you hell of a lot more famous right?” She nodded and sighed, looking away from you, probably thinking the same things you were “how will it work for us? I mean- you probably won’t have time… with all the interviews and stuff.. I don’t know how relationships work in the acting field and.. I’m kinda scared” you looked down as well, taking a hold of her hand. “Babe… nothing’s gonna bring us apart. Not fame, not interviews, nothing. I’ll take you with me on interviews, awards and everything. I need you with me.” She said and made you look up at her placing a hand under your chin. You looked at her hopeful. “Are you.. sure?” You asked and she nodded, that small smile of hers you loved showing “yes I’m sure” she was about to give you a small kiss when two girls came up asking for another picture.
Then on another occasion, the two of you had gone out after dinner, just walking together into a park, hand in hand as you weren’t worried about paparazzis anymore. There weren’t many around her, just yet, so you didn’t have to worry. You had been trying to set up the prettiest dates for her to enjoy, but deep down you wanted to make the best out of this relationship before she got too busy and you were managing so far. The park was empty at this time of night and there weren’t many lights around this park, especially not around the lake that was inside of it. It was a small lake, where people usually rented boats but you didn’t need to do so to make this a romantic date. You liked simple dates and Jenna did too, so this would do. The weather made this even more romantic, because at some point it started raining all of the sudden. You weren’t about to ruin the date because of some rain and kissing under it has always been one of your desires with Jenna.
“We should go back home” she started, neither of you had an umbrella so she put her hood on “wait” you stopped her “a kiss under the rain sounds romantic don’t you think?” You said with a small smile and she giggled, taking her hood off before getting on her toes to kiss you. The way the rain kept pouring on you became irrelevant as you picked her up, her legs wrapping around your waist as you shared the softest kiss ever. You were so in love with each other that it seemed unreal, it almost seemed like the love you see in movies and impossible to find real life, but the two of you had it. You had it and you couldn’t be happier off the fact that it was with her. When you pulled back you saw her smiling at you and giggling, as she laid her head on your shoulder. “What?” You laughed as well as you helped her get off of you. “Nothing, this was such a great idea, but my mom is going to kill us” she warned “I couldn’t agree more” you said and finally the two of you started heading to her place. You had basically been living there recently, Jenna didn’t want you to be alone and you didn’t want that either.
And she was right, her mother was mad at the two of you but you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You had walked inside the house soaking and dripping, and when her mother pointed out the water trail you had left behind you you both lost it and started laughing non stop, Natalie eventually laughed too but basically ordered you to take a warm bath as to not get sick. Useless to say that you spent the whole time making out and just cuddling.
November arrived, Wednesday had just been released. You binge-watched the whole show in one day with her family, without Jenna as she insisted on not wanting to watch herself on screen. When watching it, you pointed out the scenes you directed, and only you noticed the differences of your scenes from Tim’s. His have better angulation, better lighting, better everything. In the meantime, with it only having been a week since Wednesday was released, Jenna’s fame had definitely increased. She wasn’t free of going in town without being recognized, she wasn’t free of hanging out with you or her family and it was stressing her out, way more than it should. You did your best, you tried being there for her, telling her that it was gonna be okay, that it was just the hype of the moment and that people were going to leave her alone, eventually.
It was the day of the premiere, you and Jenna had decided to sleep in as this would be a long, tiring day for her and she needed as much rest as possible, especially with all the stress she was enduring. You had woken up at around eleven in the morning, and as you rubbed your eyes you noticed that Jenna was sleeping in your arms. You gently played with the few wild hair that had gotten out of her messy bun, This was your way of waking her up gently and it always worked, she always woke up in a happy mood, Same as today. “Hmmm good morning” she said in a sleepy voice, and hid her face under your chin “good morning baby” you said and kissed her forehead, she gave you one of those sleepy smiles you loved. “Big day uh?” You said and she grunted, only pulling you in closer. “I don’t wannaaa” she dragged the last word and you only giggled in response. “I wanna be with you” she said and sleepily kissed your jaw.
As you were about to reply you got a notification on your phone. You grabbed it from your nightstand and took a look “HOLY SHIT” you nearly shouted, sitting up as you rushed your hands in your hair “what is it?” Jenna asked and sat up, “I got an invitation to the premiere-“ you said and she looked at you with a small smile “co-directors never get invited- this is not good” you said and got up, walking back and forth in the room “why is it not good exactly?” She asked as she crossed her legs. “I don’t have a dress? I don’t know how to do my make up I’m-I’m screwed” Jenna laughed and you stopped walking to look at her “what’s so funny?” You said and looked at her “babe, seriously? We have the same size, you’re just a bit taller. I can give you one of my dresses and my make up artists will do your make up and you’ll also have hair done” she said and you sighed, falling back on your bed. “Oh thank god” you said and watched her smile as well.
Her crew came sooner than expected after lunch. You couldn’t decide on a dress, they were all either too long, too short, too tight, too loose… how did Jenna deal with this every time was still a mystery to you, but you had to learn how to if you wanted to become an actress as well… so eventually you opted for this dress which you thought was very simple and didn’t steal Jenna’s spotlight, with the black dress and veil and everything she was just stunning. You were given white high heels, and you couldn’t even walk on them and it made Jenna laugh because you just looked so goofy, but with Jenna’s help you made it work.
Both you and Jenna decided that it would be a good idea to show up in two different cars as to not get too much attention, so you arrived first, just after Tim as the stars would be arriving later. You did get a few applauses, not as much as expected, but you’ll have time for that. You greeted Tim as you hadn’t seen him since you wrapped up filming and it was good seeing him again. The two of you were taken a few pictures, paparazzi mainly focusing on Tim but you didn’t mind. The actors started arriving, you knew Jenna would be the last to arrive because she wanted to build some suspense, so you took advantage of that time to catch up with Emma and everyone else. Emma basically jump-hugged you and you laughed as you hugged her back “so how are things going with Jenna?” She asked as she held your hands.
“Hush don’t say it out loud! People don’t know yet” luckily there wasn’t any attention on the two of you, the paparazzi were too busy greeting Gwendoline who had just arrived. “So you didn’t go public yet?” You shook your head, and Emma was about to speak again but she was called on the carpet for some photos and you stood there awkwardly, not many people knew you, and even less wanted pictures of you. When Jenna arrived your jaw nearly dropped. You had seen her in that dress back at her place, but not with hair and makeup done as well. She looked stunning to say the least. “You’re drooling” Emma said, you hadn’t even noticed her getting back at your side. “Shut up!” You giggled and nudged her shoulder. You went to greet Jenna and took advantage of the hug to tell her “you’re gorgeous” and it made her blush, but she laughed it off.
Eventually all of you were called on the carpet for some group photos, you as well as you stood by Tim and behind Jenna, you decided to “tease” her: paparazzis couldn’t see from this perspective so you gently traced your index finger on her spine, and you saw how she shivered under your touch, and in that moment she wanted nothing more than to turn around and kiss you, show everyone that you were hers, but she couldn’t, not yet. Soon enough everyone was being pulled away for interviews, and surprisingly you had one too. “(Y/N)(L/N) everyone! You look stunning tonight!” The woman said, and you smiled in response “thank you so much! You look good too” you replied back, “so how has this experience been for you? We know it’s your first important premiere” the interviewer said and you nodded “it is indeed. I have to say I was nervous at first, but now that everyone else arrived I’m feeling better”
“This show has definitely gotten a lot of attentions! How are you feeling about it?” You started noticing differences from positive interviews to negative ones “at first I was really, really scared. I mean we all know how my first project went, I was scared that my reputation would have ruined this show and I nearly gave up, but I had support. Me and Tim are very proud of how it turned out, I learned a lot from him” the woman nodded with a small smile as she continued with her questions. “You said you had support,” you nodded “how did your work get affected by friendships on set? I mean, you’re a pretty young director and you’re the same age as the actors right?” You nodded again and smiled “yeah, the others really played a really big part in my life during those months of filming. Especially Jenna, we already worked together on the fallout as you may know, but we got even closer, she’s one of the main reasons I didn’t give up” you nodded to yourself with a small smile, the interviewer seemed to be satisfied with your answer as she continued.
“Well we can definitely expect big things from you (Y/N)” you nodded in thanks “are you working on any project or planning to work on one?” Million dollars question. “Uhm I’m actually thinking of switching careers” you started “directing is fun and gives lots of satisfaction, but I would like to try something new you know? Maybe acting is a better field for me” you said with a small smile. The woman, seeming satisfied enough with your answers said goodbye to you and let you go back to the others. The premiere itself was good, paparazzi taking photos and your friends being interviewed… you just took in the atmosphere. It felt nice if you stopped to think about it. Everyone was there to see Jenna because they loved her, they loved her performance, and not so secretly you thought about how that would feel if people were there to see you.
As you stood aside talking to occasional people and other random actors, eventually the premiere came to an end. You were all leaving, the actors in front while you and Tim stood back, paparazzi taking pictures of the actors as y’all went by. But then Jenna’s steps faltered, she turned around and walked to where you were at the end of the line, taking your hand as she basically started running to her car “Jenna what the hell-“ you said through giggles as she dragged you to her car, trying to keep balance as you still couldn’t walk on those heels. “We’re leaving together” you looked at her in confusion “…okay?” You looked back at Emma and the others and shrugged, before being pulled into Jenna’s car.
You were great for the dark tinted windows because as soon as the car left Jenna sat on your lap, straddling you as she started kissing you deeply. Hands cupping your cheeks and yours went to her waist, “you looked so pretty tonight,” she said in in between kisses and deep breaths “I couldn’t take my eyes off of you” she said and moved to your neck, where she licked, sucked and bit down on your skin, making a soft moan escape your lips. “I can’t get enough of you” she said, you loved this side of her, when she gets touchy and flirty and wanting to make you hers… you love that. Eventually the two of you arrived home, luckily to your apartment as you lived alone, and you made it to the bedroom between kisses, Jenna wanted so bad to get rid of your dress, but she waited for your consent, as the two of you had never done this together.
Suddenly, you pulled back from her “Jen… I’m ready” you told her while trying to catch your breath. Jenna smiled brightly and the both of you discarded of your dresses and made love into the night for the first time, together.
A/N: next chapter will probably contain a lot of angst so grab the popcorn and get ready!
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Polar Opposites - Book 2: Earth - Chapter 7: Bitter Work
Your eyes slowly open from the light shining through your eyelids. You groan softly as you slowly wake up, the feeling of being watched stirring you awake. You slowly open your eyes just enough to peek through your lashes to see who’s watching you. You nearly jump up from your spot on the floor when you see a figure sitting on the floor across the room from you. You then realize that it’s Zuko and not anyone that would hurt you as the events from two days ago flash through your head as you lay there for a few more moments: facing Azula, seeing Zuko again, Iroh getting hurt by Azula, and telling the others that you weren’t going with them. At the memory of going with Zuko, you look up at the said scarred, banished prince in front of you. He’s watching you intently, but you keep up with the sleeping farce, not wanting to risk him covering up his emotions once he realizes that you’re awake.
After a few seconds though, his eyes flicker away from you to where Iroh currently lays, still unconscious. With his attention turned away from you, you open your eyes just a little more to study him. You hold in a small gasp at the dark circles under his eyes. He probably didn’t sleep at all the last couple of nights, and you have no idea as to how much sleep or food he’s gotten since the North Pole. To you, he looks like a scared child who knows he’s done something wrong and is waiting for his punishment as he sits in the corner of the room, his knees up to his chest with his arms wrapped around them. He turns away from his uncle again, making you close your eyes to where you can just see him through your lashes again. He lowers his head, dropping his chin onto his knees, the shift in his position causes the early morning sunlight to reflect off of the tears welling in his eyes.
At the sight of the tears in his eyes, you decide to get up and comfort him. You slowly sit up. “Zuko?” you ask quietly. At the sound of your voice, he instantly sits back again, starting to release his tight posture. You get to your feet, cautiously walking over to him before sitting down on the floor next to him. My shoulder brushes against his, making his body stiffen. “It’s not your fault, you know.” you say quietly as you look up at him as he avoids your eyes. He shakes his head in reply before turning his gaze to Iroh again. “No, it is my fault…” he answers solemnly, tears still in his eyes. You adjust your body to where you’re in front of him, causing him to look at you for a split second before he looks away again.
“Hey,” you say, tilting your head to where he can see you. “Zuko, look at me.” He doesn’t look at me for another few seconds before he finally meets your eyes. “It is not your fault.” you say again. “Azula took advantage of him when he was distracted. There was nothing you could’ve done to stop it…” you finish softly, taking his hand in mine, giving it a squeeze. He looks down at the ground beside him, a few tears falling from his eyes. “It should’ve been me…” he says quietly. “Zuko, don’t say that…” you beg pleadingly, grabbing his cheeks with your hands, making him turn to you again. “You shouldn’t be blaming yourself for what happened to him Zuko… The one you should be blaming for what happened is Azula.” you tell him softly as you stare into his eyes.
As you stare into each other's eyes, the two of you start leaning closer to each other, your lips getting closer and closer with every passing second. Your lips are just about to touch when a quiet groan from Iroh, causing the two of you to jump apart, our cheeks blazing in embarrassment. “I-I should do a-another h-healing session…” you stutter out softly. Zuko nods silently in agreement while turning his head away from you. You slowly make your way over to Iroh, where the bucket of water that you’ve been using to heal Iroh’s burn wounds is at. You kneel next to him and bend the water from the bucket onto your hand. You take a deep breath before placing your hand over the burns on Iroh’s chest.
After a few minutes, the water sinks into the wounds. You sigh softly as you see the burns slightly better than they were before you had started the session. It’s been two days since he got hurt by Azula. The burns have gotten better, but not by much… After your siblings and the others had left, Zuko and I left the abandoned town and found the old, small disintegrating house on the outside of the abandoned town that we’re currently using as shelter. The two of you had thought that it would be an acceptable shelter for the time being, at least until Iroh is well enough to start traveling again.
It’s been a couple of hours since you did your last healing session on Iroh, as well as changing the bandages around his chest. You sit on the other side of the room, across from Zuko, consumed in your thoughts about your siblings and the others. ‘I wonder what they’re doing right now.’ your think. ‘Hopefully they’re not doing anything dangerous or stupid. Then again-’ Your thoughts about your siblings and the others are broken by a strained groan coming from Iroh, causing you to turn towards him and see his eyes open. You and Zuko get up from our spots on the floor, rushing over to him, sitting either side of him. “Uncle!” Zuko exclaims as he leans over his uncle, a concerned look on his face. You sit on the other side of him as Iroh slowly opens his eyes. “You were unconscious. Azula did this to you.” Zuko says as Iroh attempts to get up, wincing in pain as he does so. “It was a surprise attack.” Zuko states. “Somehow,” Iroh speaks through a wince, a tender hand going to the bandages that are wrapped around his chest. “that's not so surprising.” he continues grunting in pain as he moves to lean up against the wall behind him.
Zuko turns to the tea that he had made while the two of you were just sitting around, waiting for Iroh to wake up. He picks up a steaming cup and hands it to Iroh who takes it. “I hope I made it the way you like it.” Zuko says to him. Iroh takes a sip from the cup and his eyes widen. He lets out a cry of disgust, but manages to mask it. “Mmm, good.” he says but I know that he’s lying. He drinks the rest of it and grunts in disgust. “That was very, uhh... bracing!” he states, forcing out a toothy grin. Zuko gives him another cup and as Zuko hands you your own cup, you see him toss it out of the window behind him when Zuko isn’t looking. “Thank you.” you say to Zuko to which he nods in response too before he turns back to Iroh.
Making sure that Zuko isn’t paying attention, you use your bending to bend the liquid out of the cup, shooting it out of one of the other holes in the wall beside you. He doesn’t notice. “So uncle, I've been thinking.” Zuko begins. “It's only a matter of time before I run into Azula again. I'm going to need to know more advanced firebending if I want to stand a chance against her.” He pauses for a second before continuing. “I know what you're going to say: she's my sister and I should be trying to get along with her.” “No,” Iroh answers while putting his empty cup down beside him. “she's crazy and she needs to go down.” Zuko simply nods in agreement. Your eyes widen as he stands up with a grunt. You and Zuko look up at him, watching him closely as he straightens up. “It's time to resume your training.” Iroh states while looking down at Zuko.
The two firebenders didn’t waste any more time to begin Zuko’s training. Before he began though, Iroh had offered to make the next pot of tea and you know it’s because he doesn’t want Zuko to make any more. “Lightning is a pure expression of firebending, without aggression. It is not fueled by rage or emotion the way other firebending is.” he says to Zuko who sits across from him while you sit not to far behind Zuko, listening in on the conversation while practicing your waterbending by streaming the water out of a small bowl in front of you.
“Some call lightning the cold-blooded fire.” Iroh states as he takes the tea kettle off the fire and pours it into another pot. He then begins to pour the tea into three cups. “It is precise and deadly, like Azula. To perform the technique requires peace of mind.” he finishes as he hands a cup to Zuko and then the other to you, which you take gratefully. “I see.” Zuko says to his Uncle. “That's why we're drinking tea: To calm the mind.” Iroh takes a sip from his own cup of tea before replying. “Oh yeah, good point!” he says with a smile which makes you smile as you take a sip of your own cup of tea. “I mean, yes.” he corrects.
After the three of you finish your tea, Iroh leads you and ZUko outside to demonstrate how to create lightning. “There is energy all around us. The energy is both yin and yang; positive energy and negative energy.” Iroh explains as the three of you look over the valley that the old abandoned town you had fought Azula just a few days ago is in. “Only a select few firebenders can separate these energies. This creates an imbalance. The energy wants to restore balance and in a moment the positive and negative energy come crashing back together.” Iroh says as he brings his hands together to illustrate the point of what he’s saying. “You provide release and guidance, creating lightning.”
After he finishes explaining this, he holds out a hand, silently telling you and Zuko to step back. Zuko puts a hand on your arm, pushing you back as he takes a few steps away from his uncle. Once the two of you are a few steps away from him, Iroh holds his right hand to his side and with two fingers extended begins to create lightning by rotating his arm in a circular motion around his body. He mimics the motion with his left arm.
In the corner of your eye you can see that Zuko looks very impressed. You smirk slightly before looking back to Iroh to see him bring both of his two hands together and then lunging forward with his right hand extended and shooting lightning into the distance. ‘Woah.’ you think, very impressed. “I'm ready to try it!” Zuko says confidently. “Remember, once you separate the energy, you do not command it.” Iroh says to him, while rubbing his injured shoulder slightly. “You are simply its humble guide.” he explains. “Breathe first.”
Zuko turns to you for a second as you walk toward Iroh, not wanting to be too close to him when he does make lightning. You turn to face Zuko again, just as he takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes as he does so. He then begins to mimic the motions that Iroh performed, except that he doesn’t create traces of lightning like Iroh did. He shouts and shoves his right hand forward, but it merely causes a fiery explosion that shoves him backward. He falls on his back next to you and Iroh causing Iroh to shake his head slightly.
It’s been about an hour since Zuko’s first attempt in trying to make lighting. You had just finished yet another healing session on Iroh who sits outside of the abandoned house that you’ve been using for shelter for the last couple of days. You take the pail of cloudy pink water and lug it out to the side, dumping the water on the sandy ground. An explosion behind you makes you turn around to see Zuko getting blown back and landing on his back yet again. Zuko quickly sits up, a frustrated look on his face as he clenches his fist. “Why can't I do it?!” he asks out in frustration. “Instead of lightning, it keeps exploding in my face!” he exclaims, looking over at Iroh. “Like everything always does!” he says, his voice cracking slightly which makes you frown.
Iroh gets up from his spot near the house, walking over to Zuko. “I was afraid this might happen.” he states as Zuko gets up from the ground. “You will not be able to master lightning until you have dealt with the turmoil inside you.” Iroh explains. Zuko turns to him with an angry look on his face. “What turmoil?!” he shouts, sounding very frustrated and enraged that Iroh would even say that. “Zuko, you must let go of your feelings of shame if you want your anger to go away.” Iroh explains to him softly. “But I don't feel any shame at all! I'm as proud as ever!” Zuko replies defiantly.
Now, you don't even believe that.
You know that ever since the day Iroh got hurt he blamed himself for it. And you know that he still does, even if he won’t admit it to himself.
“Prince Zuko, pride is not the opposite of shame, but its source.” Iroh explains. “True humility is the only antidote to shame.” “Well…” Zuko begins softly, turning his head away from both you and Iroh. “my life has been nothing but humbling lately.” Iroh looks to the side for a second before turning toward Zuko again. “I have another idea.” Iroh tells Zuko. “I will teach you a firebending move that even Azula doesn't know, because I made it up myself!” he explains while pointing his thumb toward himself while smirking slightly which makes Zuko turn to him and smile.
You sit next to Zuko on the ground watching Iroh as he starts drawing in the dirt with a stick. “Fire is the element of power.” Iroh begins as he draws the Fire Nation insignia. “The people of the Fire Nation have desire and will, and the energy and drive to achieve what they want.” At Iroh’s statement you look over at Zuko as he’s basically the most stubborn firebender you’ve ever met, (and you haven’t met very many) and he definitely has the desire and will to achieve what he wants. Especially when it comes to capturing Aang to get his honor back. “Earth is the element of substance.” Iroh says as he draws the Earth Kingdom symbol in the dirt. “The people of the Earth Kingdom are diverse and strong. They are persistent and enduring.” he explains. “Air is the element of freedom.” he says. “The Air Nomads detached themselves from worldly concerns and found peace and freedom.” Iroh explains while drawing the Air Nation symbol. “Also, they apparently had pretty good senses of humor!” he finishes smiling widely. You stifle a giggle while Zuko sits beside me, his face stoic of all emotion, like always.
At seeing his nephew’s stoic expression, Iroh continues. “Water is the element of change.” You perk up at the mention of my element. “The people of the Water Tribe are capable of adapting to many things. They have a deep sense of community and love that holds them together through anything. Much like (Y/N) here.” Iroh smiles which makes you smile back at him.
It’s true about your people, we’ve adapted to many things over the years. And as a person, you’ve adapted to many things as well.
Back home, after your father left to fight in the war with the rest of the men from the tribe, you had to adapt to being in charge of your people. You mean you knew that you’d have to take charge of them eventually but as a teenager, that’s hard. Luckily, you had both Sokka and Katara to help you. “Why are you telling me these things?” Zuko asks his Uncle, breaking you out of my thoughts. “It is important to draw wisdom from many different places. If we take it from only one place, it becomes rigid and stale.” Iroh explains as he draws lines separating the four symbols in the dirt. “Understanding others, the other elements, and the other nations will help you become whole.” “All this four elements talk is sounding like Avatar stuff.” Zuko replies. “It is the combination of the four elements in one person that makes the Avatar so powerful.” Iroh replies back to him.
You agree with his statement about Aang being very powerful. You’ve seen him at his most powerful and dangerous. He’s the most powerful bender that you’ve ever met, although he still has a lot to learn before he can take down Fire Lord Ozai, though. But you believe whole-heartedly that Aang can beat Fire Lord Ozai, and finally bring an end to the war and bring peace to the world. “But, it can make you more powerful too.” Iroh states, poking Zuko’s chest with his stick. “You see, the technique I am about to teach you is one I learned by studying the waterbenders.” he finishes which makes both you and Zuko look at him intrigued.
It’s almost sundown and Iroh begins to explain what move he’s going to be teaching him. As they practice you practice my own bending. As you go through the movements, your gaze meets Zuko’s as he’s staring at you intently. Your gaze then lands on Iroh who’s smirking at the two of you. You quickly turn away from the two of them, your cheeks blazing in embarrassment. “Waterbenders deal with the flow of energy. A waterbender lets their defense become their offense, turning their opponents' energy against them.” Iroh explains. “That’s why I wanted you to pay close attention to how (Y/N) moved while she was bending.”
‘Alright… Thanks for letting me know that you’d have Zuko watch me practice Iroh…’ you think.
“I learned a way to do this with lightning.” you hear Iroh explain to Zuko which makes you perk up at the mention of being able to redirect lightning. That would definitely be a useful technique to use against Azula if it came down to it. “You can teach me to redirect lightning?” Zuko asks excitedly. Iroh nods in reply. “If you let the energy in your own body flow, the lightning will follow it. You must create a pathway from your fingertips up your arm to your shoulder and down into your stomach.” he explains to him as he moves his left hand from his arm, to his shoulder, and then to his stomach.
“The stomach is the source of energy in your body. It is called the sea of chi.” Iroh states. “Only in my case, it is more like a vast ocean.” he laughs which makes you let out a laugh while Zuko remains stoic, like usual. “You direct it up again and out the other arm.” he finishes as he points off into the distance with his left arm. “The stomach detour is critical. You must not let the lightning pass through your heart.” he says as he walks up to Zuko and points his fingers at his chest. “or the damage could be deadly. You may wish to try a physical motion to get a feel for the pathway's flow. Like this.” Iroh finishes as he begins to do the motion again, Zuko mimicking him as he does. The two of them continue to do this over and over again so that Zuko can get used to the movement.
As they continue doing the movement, you do see the resemblance of a waterbending move, which makes you smile. Azula isn’t going to know what hit her when the time comes when Zuko has to go up against her again. “Now, are you focusing your energy? Can you feel your own chi flowing in, down, up, and out?” Iroh asks Zuko. “I think so.” Zuko replies softly as he continues to mimic the motions that Iroh had shown him. “Come on. You’ve got to feel the flow.” Iroh encourages as he begins to move his arms in waving motions at his sides.
A couple of hours pass of Zuko and Iroh practicing the motions while you sit on the ground near the small house that we currently call home when Iroh stops. “Excellent! You've got it!” Zuko puts his hands together bowing slightly. “Great! I'm ready to try it with real lightning!” Zuko announces. ‘Is he crazy?!’ you think as Iroh gives him a questioning look. “What, are you crazy?” Iroh asks him. “Lightning is very dangerous.” “I thought that was the point:” Zuko snaps at him, clearly annoyed. “You teaching me how to protect myself from it.” “But I'm not going to shoot lightning at you!” Iroh exclaims frantically as he waves his arms around defensively. He then turns away from Zuko while looking at him from the corner of his eye. “If you are lucky, you will never have to use this technique at all.”
You understand where Iroh was and is coming from, but you can’t help but feel bad for Zuko… What he wants is to learn how to fight Azula, with real fire and lightning, and win. You look at Zuko as he gazes off at the dark clouds in the distance. ‘Oh boy… that’s not good...’ you think, knowing exactly what he’s about to say and do. “Well, if you won't help me, I'll find my own lightning.” he says before walking away. “Zuko…” you say as he walks past you to where the two Ostrich Horses the three of you have are tied up, one being the one Zuko had used and the other being one that you and Zuko had stolen after Iroh had gotten hurt, since the two of you knew that once he recovers enough so that the three of you can start traveling again, you’d need an extra Ostrich Horse. “Zuko wait, maybe that isn’t the b-” you start to say, but he mounts the closest Ostrich Horse without a word to you or Iroh before riding off into the distance.
After a moment of watching him ride off towards the mountains, you walk over to the other Ostrich Horse, ready to go after him, not wanting him to get hurt or killed by doing something stupid and/or reckless. “(Y/N),” Iroh says as you feel him put his hand on my shoulder, stopping you from mounting the ostrich horse and going after Zuko. “Let him be. He needs to do this.” You glance at him from the corner of your eye for a second before nodding in agreement, knowing that he’s right. Zuko does need to do this.
Hours have passed and Zuko hasn’t come back yet… There’s a large storm down in the valley and you know that that’s where Zuko went when he had gone to find ‘his own lightning’. Worry eats away at you as you sit by the large window, staring at the large storm in the distance.
What if Zuko had gotten struck by lightning?
What if a flood or landslide had started and Zuko got swept away by it?
You shiver at the thought of Zuko getting hurt or worse: killed. Iroh had of course tried to calm you down by giving you a cup of tea, but it’s not helping, at all… Not knowing if Zuko is alright until he walks through the door makes you worry even more.
Not wanting to wait for him to come back anymore, you finally make up your mind, standing up from the floor. Zuko would never take this long to get back if nothing happened to him. “I’m going to find Zuko.” you tell Iroh as you turn to the door, running out of the house, mounting the remaining Ostrich Horse and heading toward the storm.
“Zuko!” you yell out over the wind, desperately hoping that he’ll be able to hear you over the harsh winds that are currently blowing over your face. You squint through the rain drops pelting down on you, hoping for any sign of Zuko. As you lead the Ostrich Horse towards the mountain range on the other side of the valley, the sound of distant shouting catches my attention. “Zuko.” you say to myself before kicking the Ostrich Horse in the side, urging it to go faster.
A few minutes later, you finally find the Ostrich Horse that Zuko had taken, tied to a branch of a tree. You dismount from my ostrich horse before tying it to the same branch that the other one is tied to. You hear more shouting coming from the top of the mountain. You start your ascent of the mountain, determined to get to Zuko before he ends up doing something that might get himself killed.
You finally get to the top of the mountain, the shouting that you had heard earlier is louder than it was before when you had first heard it. You squint through the rain to see a lone figure, shouting up at the clouds. “You’ve always thrown everything you could at me! Well, I can take it! And now I can give it back!” Zuko shouts defiantly as you slowly walk over to him, using your bending to form a protective circle around you so that you don’t get any more wet than you already are. “Come on! Strike me!” Zuko screams as lightning strikes in the distance. “You’ve never held back before!” He stares up at the sky for a few more seconds before closing his eyes, tears starting to stream down his good eye. He then collapses on his hands and knees with a shout of anguish.
In all the time that you’ve spent with Zuko since he first captured you all of those months ago, you’ve never seen him like this before… And seeing him like this breaks your heart… You’re used to seeing the confident and determined Zuko that thinks that capturing the Avatar will bring his honor back. You walk up to him, your protective circle covering him too, making him look up at you in surprise. You crouch down next to him, pulling him into your arms. Immediately, he has his arms around you as he begins to cry in the crook of your neck as you rub his back, feeling his hot tears slide down into your shirt. “It’s okay, Zuko…” you sooth. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
You don’t know how long you’ve been holding Zuko in your arms, but he’s finally calmed down enough to where he’s breathing normally again. “(Y/N)?” you hear him ask softly. “Yeah?” you answer. Zuko doesn’t say anything, which makes you pull away from him. Zuko’s face relaxes when your eyes meet. He pushes your wet hair out of your eyes, tucking it behind your ears before grabbing your face in his hands. “Zuko…” you say slowly, but you know he can’t hear you over the loud thunder and rain.
Zuko stares into your eyes for a few more seconds before he connects his lips to your. At the feeling of his cold wet lips meeting yours, your body tenses up in surprise, causing the protective barrier that you were keeping over the two of you to collapse, the water from the barrier soaking the two of you even more than you already are. After a few seconds though, you relax against Zuko’s lips, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him back, not even caring that you’re getting soaked to the bone by the pouring rain.
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