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amhrosina · 2 years

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Have You Ever Seen the Rain (Frank Castle x f!Reader)

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A/N: This lovely request was made by @mymamalife and I loved writing it. Y'all know I love me some soft!Frank. Thank you for requesting!

My requests are open!

Request: Hi! I have a Frank x f!reader request if that's okay. Reader is afraid of storms and a big one rolls in over Hell's Kitchen and Frank finds a way of helping her through it.

Summary: A storm hits Hell's Kitchen, and Frank races home to help reader through her anxieties.

(Warnings: super soft!Frank, descriptions of anxiety/panic attack, cursing, Frank is shirtless at the end but there's no smut, let me know if i missed any!)

You eyed the storm clouds rolling over Manhattan, internally groaning and heading into the subway terminal. The weatherman had mentioned a chance of thunderstorms and you had spent the day praying to the universe that it would alter its path. Unfortunately, it seemed like the universe wasn’t on your side today.

For the last two hours you had watched the sky grow darker from your high-rise office window, finally deciding to head home early to beat the storm. This plan wouldn’t change anything, you knew that, but the idea of having a panic attack surrounded by nosy coworkers was the less appealing option of the two.

You could always call your husband, Frank, but you didn’t want to worry him. He was a busy man, and you were a big girl. You could handle a silly little storm until he got home.

You made your way out of the subway terminal closest to your apartment and tried not to look like you were sprinting towards your building. It was one of the nicer apartment buildings in Hell’s Kitchen and even came with a doorman, who you promptly interrupted as you rushed through the front doors.

“Good evening, Mrs. C-”

“Hi! Hello, Reginald! So sorry, can’t talk. Have a great evening. Bye!”

You had exhausted your air supply trying to speak as fast as possible, which left you gulping for oxygen as you made your way towards the elevator. A loud clap of thunder echoed around the lobby, rattling the pictures hung on the wall. You let out a stunned yelp and changed directions, heading towards the stairs instead. You would not get stuck inside of a tiny elevator during this storm.

By the time you made it to the sixth floor, you were a panting, sweaty mess. Another clap of thunder had you shakily trying to unlock your door, dropping the keys on the doormat before finally getting through the door and slamming it behind you.

You clicked the living room lamps on and breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. Rain began pelting the windows like pellets from a BB Gun and thunder shook the building. You clapped your hands over your ears and watched as your apartment went dark, power blinking on and off for a few moments before completely failing.

“Oh god.” You mumbled, falling to your knees. You crawled towards the couch, crying out when lightning lit up the apartment for a split second. Your breath had become uneven, a trembling gasp leaving your mouth every 10 seconds. You felt around your pockets, fingers shaking as you tried to grasp your phone.

You dialed the number without looking. You’d memorized his phone number years ago and knowing it by heart had come in handy too many times to count.

“What’s wrong?” Frank’s voice was gruff, but not annoyed – never annoyed with you. He wasn’t expecting you to be home for another few hours, so your phone call probably set off alarm bells in his head.

You tried to speak, tried to figure out how to tell him that you felt like you might be dying, and you needed him here, helping you get through this, but your voice had long since left you.

“Sweetheart,” his voice was more alarmed now, “What’s wrong?”

“I-” You started, gulping, “Frank, I-”

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes. You hoped he could hear your desperation because you couldn’t get your mouth to work.

“Are you at home, sweetheart?”

Thunder clapped and you shrieked into the phone.

“Ah, shit,” Frank murmured, “I’m on my way, okay? Don’t go anywhere. Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

You could hear him gathering his things and shoving them into his bag. You had no idea who he was staking out, but from the rustling of Frank’s bag, it seemed like he had been sitting there for hours.

“No, it’s fine.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes tight as another bolt of lightning lit up the room around you.

“I think I’ll stay on the line anyways,” he responded.

Your heart sang with relief. Frank had gotten so good at reading your emotions since you’d met him that he could now do it over the phone.

“I ran into Red last night over on 42nd. He told me to send his regards.”

“Oh yeah?” You mumbled, trying to focus on the sound of his voice.

“I told him to go to hell.” You could hear his grin through the phone. “I know your company recruits lawyers for your clients, but do you have to use Nelson & Murdock so often? He thinks we’re friends now.”

“He’s my friend, and he’s nice. And he’s a good lawyer.” You retort, smiling slightly. A thunderous boom rattles the walls, and you flinch, nearly dropping the phone.

“I’m almost home, sweet girl,” Frank coos into the phone, “Just hang on. Two more minutes.”

You nod, even though he can’t see you. You rest your head on the floor, legs curled up under you. If someone didn’t know any better, they’d probably say you looked like you were doing yoga.

You count to sixty twice, listening as Frank greets Reginald at the front door and heads up the stairs. When you reach fifty-five the second time around, the front door swings open. Frank rushes through the door, pushing it closed behind him with his foot.

When he sees you lying on the floor, he hangs up the phone and tosses it on the couch behind you. He’s soaking wet and breathing heavier than normal. He strips out of his clothes, running quickly into the bedroom to put on dry clothes.

“Oh, sweetheart,” He lets out a sympathetic sigh and sits next to you on the floor, pulling you into his lap.

The living room lights up, followed quickly by a loud clap of thunder. You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face in Frank’s chest. Tears roll down your cheeks, soaking into Frank’s sweatshirt.

“It’s okay. You’re safe. I got you.” He whispers into your hair, running his hand up and down your back. His other hand reaches up to cradle your head, softly petting your hair.

You focus on the pattern of Frank’s hand on your back, up and down, up and down, up and down. The tears eventually stop, but you don’t lift your head from his chest. Once your heart rate lowers, Frank swiftly stands up, carrying you into your shared bedroom.

He sits you down on the bed and helps you remove your work clothes, swapping them out for one of his soft t-shirts and a pair of shorts. You drag his sweatshirt up and he quickly pulls it over his head, crawling into bed next to you.

“I think the worst of it has passed, baby.” He mumbles, pulling you into his chest. You nuzzle against him, eager to sink into his warmth. You could still hear the rain pounding against the windows, but Frank was right, as usual, the storm had moved past Hell’s Kitchen.

You let out a sigh of relief, relaxing into Frank’s hold.

“Are you okay?” he asks, pressing a kiss into your forehead.

“I am now.” You leave a light kiss on his chest. “You sounded busy when I called. Did I interrupt something important?”

“’m never too busy for you, sweetheart.” He brought his lips to yours, softly kissing you until you pulled away in a dreamy haze.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, listening to Frank’s strong heartbeat. He swears it beats for you and you alone, that nothing in this world could ever mean as much as you do to him. On nights like these, you were never more sure of anything.

End Note: Thank you for reading! Y'all know I'm a hoe for soft!Frank, but I feel like I need to write some hardcore SMUT after this. Lemme know if that's something y'all would be interested in!

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hhighkey · 2 years

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Headcannons for Toge who upset his SO with a prank gone wrong/too far? Like what would he do to apologize? Thanks for taking the time to write your headcannons/one shots!

AN// ahhh so excited for this toge is my fave <3 always love a little angst with happy ending

Inumaki Toge Headcanons

PRANK GONE TOO FAR

inumaki is known for his fun little pranks but sometimes it’s just too much after a rough day

he’s your perfect boyfriend

the light of your life and your his

he’d sacrifice himself for you if it came down to it

your needs go above his own

but the one thing you can’t escape is - his pranks

he’s known for them you learned when you joined jujutsu high

and you loved taking part

the two of you together the dream team

i mean it’s what initially brought you two together!

you just got back from your second solo job since getting promoted to grade 2

after your first solo, toge had been waiting by the entrance with flowers and your favorite foods. he wanted to celebrate after seeing you were unscathed proud baby

so you expected something similar as in he’d be waiting patiently for your return

but things were quiet around the school, maki’s on the track, and dorms empty

did something happen while you were gone?

you’re instantly anxious

you open the door to your room and

bang

a loud popping noise pierced your ear and when you look down, there’s paint splattered all over your uniform

panda and inumkai’s laughter comes not long after

you feel ridiculous

you feel stupid

you just take a deep breath, say nothing and march straight out your room

tears were beginning but by the time you’re in the women’s bathroom your sobbing

today was terrible

the curse was harder to defeat than was thought, you’d twisted your ankle, got thrown around a bit with bruises and cuts to show it

and inumaki didn’t even bother to check in with you first. just assumed you’re fine

normally you would have laughed and then made him do the dry cleaning

but you’re crying into your hands as all you wanted was the comfort of your boyfriend

uh oh inumaki is dumbfounded and feeling terrible

panda excused himself immediately for y’all to deal with this

he sits his ass down outside the bathroom and waits

he’s internally combusting and wants you to come out. he wants to apologize. wants to hold you

he thought the prank would go over differently in his head and now he just knows he’s an idiot

when you finally come out he’s on his feet in and instant trailing after you as you ignore him

the tears stained on your face with your puffy eyes destroy him

“go away toge,” you say with a broken voice as you slam your door so he can’t come in

the next few days is a cycle of this happening again and again

you won’t talk to him

you won’t be bud usual training partner

and he just sits outside your room so he can keep following you around when you go somewhere

because inumaki is clingy

he can’t handle you being mad at his stupidity he just wants to apologize

he always leaves you little love notes so he realizes he can do that with apologies

so he starts leaving them under your door

on your water bottles

little things telling you he loves you and is sorry and what’s to prove it

so you realize you’d been stubborn as hell

you feel bad now for taking it this far

when you two sit down to finally talk, he pounces on you as it’s the first chance he’s gotten to hold you

he shows you a message on his phone

it’s a long paragraph ending with im sorry i just assumed it would be okay when i shouldn’t have. i hope you can forgive me

“i’m sorry too toge. that job was so tough, i was tired and hurting. it was making me re-think being a sorcerer. i just wanted to come back to you and relax. so it just set me off,”

don’t apologize you did nothing wrong. i should have been there to support you

“i love you toge. i have missed our cuddles,”

be prepared for him to not let you out of his bed for the rest of the day (or week lol)

inumaki will definitely do everything you could possibly want for awhile too. get you any food you want, tie your shoes, carry you around - you name it he’ll do it

he wants to hear everything you’re feeling or what happened on the job. all your insecurities and doubts about yourself and life

he’s so attentive to you and wants your happiness

the cutest boy who’s so thankful you’re not mad at him anymore

i’m jealous

#he is my fave oh my god #inumaki toge #inumaki x reader #inumaki headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanfic #jjk inumaki #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo #panda #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuji #maki zenin

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flowersarefreetherapy · 6 months

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Hold On: There Is No Morning Glory

CW: Emotional whump, negative internal dialogue, implied past conditioning, dubcon kissing, complicated relationship dynamics

Previously, Star had been dreading this shift. Just him and Cindy, and her boyfriend who comes in halfway through her shift and doesn't leave. Ezra is at class and normally Star would feel his absence throughout his whole body.

Today is different. He moves through orders with robotic precision. Mixing and blending and handing out scones that usually melt in his mouth but the one he has on break tastes like ashes. Cindy glances at him but doesn’t speak. He doesn’t trust himself to speak either. Just make it through the shift, clock out, and–

No. Because Ezra can’t pick him up. Over the weeks they had formed a habit of him picking Star up, going to the Castillos with him, and staying late as they play games and talk for hours. Not now, not today, because he has his bonded waiting for him.

“It isn’t really my business to pry,” Cindy says during a lull in the customers. “But is everything alright?”

Star nods. “Yes. I’m fine.”

“Okay.” She draws out the word, one perfect eyebrow raised, somehow looking skeptical and understanding at the same time. Her eyeshadow is red today.

Like blood.

Star shakes the thought away. He has to make it through this shift without crying in the freezer. His manager is already concerned enough as it is, he cannot be called into the office again. Instead, he takes a deep breath, plasters on a welcoming smile, and goes to greet the next customer.

At the end of the shift, Cindy’s boyfriend walks over, keys in hand. They kiss and laugh about something. Star ignores them, slowly pulling on his jacket. He grabs his phone and checks it. No messages from Thad. Who is picking him up? He swallows back the lump in his throat. It’s a small change. He can handle it. Why is he getting worse at being able to handle things? Before he would barely blink. Why has it changed now?

“Star!”

Star’s head snaps up. Ezra stands in the doorway, a slight smile on his face. He’s wearing the dark leather jacket that matches his eyes and highlights the broadness of his shoulders. Beyond all that, it’s the joy in his eyes that draws Star forwards, moving before he realizes.

“Hey there,” Ezra says. He sounds genuinely happy. “How’s your day been?”

“Good,” Star whispers, resting his forehead on Ezra’s shoulder. “Long. I, I, I’m tired.”

Ezra’s fingers comb through his hair. “Come on, let’s get you home. I have some leftover study candy I saved for you.”

Can I share with Daniel? “That sounds, um, that sounds–thank you.”

“It’s no problem at all.”

Star follows Ezra to the car, afraid of each step he takes. Closer to the car means closer to going home, closer to seeing Daniel, closer to being reminded so vividly of his stupid, selfish choices. This is all his fault. All. His. Fault.

You don’t deserve candy. You don’t deserve his kindness. You don’t deserve any of this. Stupid whore.

“How was, was, um, how was your day?” Star whispers as Ezra pulls into traffic.

“It was good. Long. Paying attention to lectures was hard today.”

Star glances at Ezra, whose white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel tells him everything he needs to know. He’s angry, very angry. At him? No. Yes. Maybe? Does he hate him now, for going back to Daniel? Is he allowed to go back to Daniel? Star twists his hands in his lap, letting out a slow breath as he stares into oncoming traffic.

“Have much home, homework?”

“Nope.”

“Oh. Good.”

Silence again. Star blinks rapidly, trying to ignore the burning in his eyes. He can’t cry. His cheeks get red when he cries and then he looks ugly. Ezra doesn’t want him to look ugly. He’s supposed to be pretty and poised and perfect, desirable. Attractive. Daniel thinks he’s pretty. Daniel loves him, even when his cheeks and nose are splotchy from tears. Ezra won’t love him when he sees how ugly Star actually is.

“Cindy made cookies today,” Star whispers. “She, she, she showed me how.”

“That’s fun.”

“I was, was hoping you could, um, maybe you could show me? Next time?”

“I don’t usually make the cookies. I make the sandwiches.”

Star swallows back a sob. It catches in his throat and he hurries to cough, to cover up the sound, make sure that Ezra doesn’t get suspicious. Five more minutes, then they’ll be home. He can hide upstairs and cry then.

Ezra clears his throat. “Um, but I would love to teach you if that’s what you want.”

Oh. Star sucks in a deep breath, then another, then another. A tear rolls down his cheek. No, no, no, no, he can’t cry! Not here! Not right now! He wipes his sleeve across his face, pretending more tears aren’t spilling free.

“Hey.” Ezra’s voice is soft, low. He holds out his hand and Star grips it, hating how his body shakes. “Hey, stjerne, what’s wrong?”

“Are, are, are you mad?” Star hiccups. He swipes again at his face, wincing as snot catches on his sleeve. Such an ugly crier. Stop that right now, starlight, no one is going to want you looking like that. “Are you mad at, at, at me?”

“No! No, no, no, I’m not mad at you, stjerne. I’m just . . .” Ezra sighs. “There’s a lot going on right now, Star. That’s all. A lot I have to think through.”

Star grips his hand so tightly he feels the bones shift. But he cannot make himself let go. Some small part of his brain whispers that if he lets go of Ezra’s hand, then he will never get him back again. He will be gone and leave and he cannot imagine his world without Ezra. Without Daniel.

“I, I understand.”

The car falls silent. Star scrubs at his face, hoping the splotching goes away. He can’t look ugly when he sees Daniel. He has to always look his best. Does he? Does Daniel still care? The Castillos don’t care, but they aren’t his bonded and they have other ideas about what he should be doing and saying and acting. They say he’s free and can do what he wants, but Star knows that isn’t true.

The car stops and Ezra puts the car in park. The silence overwhelms Star’s senses and he focuses on the ticking of the engine as it cools down. After a moment, he unbuckles and reaches for the door handle.

“Are you, you coming to dinner?”

Ezra pushes locs back from his face. “I don’t know. I have a lot of homework to do.”

You just said you don’t have much. Why are you lying? Oh. Daniel. Daniel is here and he’s who Star should be focusing on, not the man who taught him to dip fries into a milkshake and which hair dye is the best for different types of hair and how to make the latte art he loves. But Daniel. Who taught him to cook and begged the handlers to leave him alone and was so soft and kind, no matter how Star acted.

“Oh. That, that’s fine.” He pulls the sleeves of his work jacket over his fingers. “Thank you for, for, for driving me home.”

“No problem.” Ezra glances at the door, then says, “I’ll walk you to the door.”

Star nods and slips out of the car. His shoe lands in a puddle and he flinches. Now his sock is going to be wet and cold and he’s going to have to change them before dinner when he doesn't want to and he takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly. He digs his nails into his palms and counts to five.

“Stjerne?”

“I, I’m coming.”

Star hurries up to the door, Ezra right at his side. His hands shake as he reaches for his keys. Ezra beats him, sliding them into the lock with precision. Star keeps his gaze lowered as the door unlocks and Ezra steps back. Silence again. He hates the silence. From inside the house he hears the faint strains of upbeat music. Thad is home, hopefully cooking.

“Ezra?” Star whispers. Please go, please don’t leave me, please stay here, I don’t want you to fight him, I want you to be happy, please kiss me, please please please please! What do I want? Help me!

Ezra smiles. The easygoing smile Star loves so much, the one he remembers so clearly from their first meeting when he gave him that cup and a scribbled number he couldn’t read. With a flourish, he takes Star’s hand and kisses it.

“I love you so, so much, Star.”

“I, I, I love you, Ezra.”

Before he can question the choice, Star has his arms around Ezra and kisses him, hard and long, not pausing to breathe because if he moves away, he fears he will lose Ezra forever. His back knocks against the door and Ezra’s hands wrap around his hips and Star melts into him. The kiss deepens and his hands slide down, brushing against Ezra’s waistband.

“Star,” Ezra breathes. “We-”

“Please,” Star whispers. He doesn’t care that they’re outside. It doesn’t matter. What matters is keeping Ezra here and with him. “Please, don’t–stay for, for dinner? Please?”

“I can’t.” Ezra leans back. Star shivers in the sudden absence of body heat. “I have to get home. I have a lot of homework.”

“Oh.”

Ezra steps back, shoving his hands in his pockets. He smiles again and blows him a kiss before heading to the car. Star watches him go, leaning against the door, biting the inside of his lip until the taste of copper fills his mouth. Through tears, he watches Ezra pull out of the driveway and stays there until he can no longer see the car.

Then he takes a deep breath and steps into the house.

Tagging: @blood-is-compulsory @darkthingshappen @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @whumpinggrounds @pigeonwhumps @cepheusgalaxy (let me know if you want to be added/removed!)

#emotional whump #negative internal dialogue #implied past conditioning #dubcon kiss #complicated relationship dynamics #star my beloved #ezra my boy #hold on: i still need you

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ppumeonae-bigvibe · 2 years

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“take this and have a good rest, okay?” - jay

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pairing: barista! jay x part-timer, gn! reader ↬ tags: mention of jay being your senior in school, bizniz!! major (i did not tap on this much), comfort fic UGHH

summary: a bad day at work? jay is there to make it better word count: 557 words

one near mishap with the coffee machine, two wrongly heard orders and three complaining customers later, you were finally done with your shift.

things were hectic beyond imagination at the cafe you worked part time at; there were plenty of times where you were about to call it quits, cry or maybe do those two at the same time. you needed the money though, so you were sucking it up.

a rather not-so-covert “ahem” snapped you out of your trance and you cut your gaze to jay.

jay, your senior in school, was also somehow a barista here (if that was even a thing). it was a chance meeting that you had him as your business major and also quite the surprise when you saw him as you walked into the cafe to start part time work.

jay waved you over with a small smile on his face, a drink in his hand.

“is there anything else for me to do?” you asked apprehensively, afraid of what was about to come out from his mouth. you had messed up and was pretty much frazzled when there were that many customers gawking behind the counter for their drink. yet jay was so patient with you, you actually felt bad when he cleaned up after your figurative and literal messes

he handed the drink (he knew your favorite drink?) to you, and you took it, mind running miles per hour.

“good job today.”

your mind came to a screeching halt at his praise. “i…what?”

“you did well. i know how sudden it is to have one man down especially on Monday mornings, but we coped! i can handle things until the afternoon shift comes, which is in about 30 minutes and…”

jay listed out the different things that happened but all you could focus on was the cup in your hands and how warm you felt. you wanted to speak up to express your gratitude, but your voice got caught in your throat and the day’s exhaustion hit you full force.

“hey, hey. it’s okay.” jay reached out to wipe your tears and you winced internally at how silly you were for crying over something inevitable. you slightly backed away, hastily brushing his hands away, “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t be crying.”

jay stared at you for a second, before a light-hearted chuckle escaped him. “you didn’t do anything wrong.”

a smile touched his lips, “if anything i should be apologizing to you for not informing you beforehand.”

you sniffled, “i just thought…i don’t know. i messed up and it was busy…i feel so bad i can’t do as much because i lack experience, unlike the other staff.”

“don’t say that. you were doing so well.” grinning from ear to ear, he gave you a playful nudge, “you aren’t going to quit the cafe right? we need someone like you, plus doing shifts alongside you is fun, hectic or not.”

you burst out laughing at the sudden change of emotions and you found yourself nodding, “yeah. i’m not planning to quit this part-time job anytime soon.”

jay held up a finger, “wait a moment.” he dashed behind the counter and pushed a bagged pastry into your other hand. “take this and have a good rest, okay?” his words set your heart fluttering and you hesitantly nodded.

“see you tomorrow, then.”

@ppumeonae-bigvibe 's work ; likes and reblogs appreciated <3

#ppumeonae-bigvibe #enhypen #enhypen jay #enhypen park jongseong jay #enhypen imagines #enhypen scenarios #enhypen jay x reader #enhypen fluff

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r0-boat · 2 years

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Ok ok ok wait, hold on, oh fuck, I had an idea. So we already have ‘emmet pretending to be Ingo to fuck you.’ But I’m adding my own shit. -noodle

I will put a CW! For dubcon (Non con to be safe!) gender neutral but reader as a pussy.

And hybrid au, so bare with me.

Ingo had fallen in love with the sweet hybrid his brother wooed. You’re just the kindest person he’s ever met and your adorable mannerism from your Liepard nature are endearing. You and Emmet are in a serious relationship, you’d think with his brother dating you and even talking about ring hunting soon, he’d lose his feelings for you.

But it was like everyday the older twin fell deeper in love with you.

Today however it was Ingo’s rare day off. Emmet was handling the station alone and won’t be back until six pm or later if he doesn’t work overtime.

Ingo’s internal clock had him waking up early as usual. He went about his morning routine before laying back in bed.

Living next door to his brother has always been nice but a massive pain, yet today he has to admit it’s great.

You must’ve started your heat by the sounds coming from next door, he can hear you mewling and crying out for your mate. Sounds that Ingo tried to ignore, but you sound so pretty, it makes his dick twitch at all your lovely sounds.

He knew it was wrong, you aren’t in the right head space. He knew it was wrong as he grabs the spare key Emmet gave him and unlocks the front door. He quickly locks it back and stands there, was he really about to fuck his brother’s partner? He could walk out right now and pretend he was never here.

Your whining echoes in the otherwise quiet house breaks his resolve.

He makes his way to the master bedroom and cautiously opens the door. Despite his love for you, you’re still a hybrid, a hybrid in heat no less, entering your ‘den’ and not being your mate is dangerous.

Yet you don’t notice him. He can see you in the nest you’ve made on your bed, withering and grinding against a pillow, your gushing pussy on display for him to see.

Ingo bites back a moan, his cock hardening in record time just seeing your pretty cunt. You’re gorgeous, your naked body being even better than he imagined.

“Maaaate!” You cry again, your body shaking as you cum.

Ingo can’t help it this time but moan, watching your dripping hole clench around nothing and make a mess on the pillow.

You move sluggishly and look over your shoulder, your eyes blurry with tears but you see familiar silver hair and the smell of your horny mate.

“Please, please it’s so hot! I-I can’t-Ah! Take it!”

Drool drips out of the older twins mouth, listening to you try and speak while furiously humping against the pillow, your purple tail swishing in agitation.

He couldn’t resist, not with you begging like that.

Ingo quickly drops to his knees, sitting just behind you before lifting your hips off the pillow and replacing it with his tongue.

Both of your moans echo. You’re finally getting the pleasure you desperately need, and Ingo won’t stop, his tongue moving in between your clit and wet hole. You taste so good! He could live off just drinking from you.

You thrust your hips back against his face, mewling and whining at the feeling of being eaten out like a high end desert.

Ingo’s eyes roll back, you taking your pleasure from him as always been his biggest fantasy. Even when you cum against his face, furiously grinding back, he almost cums with you.

“Lemme fuck you, mmmplease.” He mumbles against your dripping cunt.

“Yes! Yes! Please fuck me! Fuck me full!” You’re deliriously heat stricken mind not even comprehending that he is not Emmet.

The older twin swiftly kicks his pants and boxer off and positions his tip at your hole, gently grinding himself against your slick.

Your sounds only go higher in pitch as you move against him, squirming for more.

He can’t help the moan he lets out, just rubbing against you feels too good. Finally when he thinks you’ve wet his dick enough he pushes in.

“Shit!” Ingo grits his teeth, doubling over you. “So tight! Fuck, like you’re trying to milk me!”

The subway boss was trying to be slow, but you slam yourself back against him, shoving his cock all the way in.

He came instantly with a loud cry, flooding your insides with his cum. But you did let up, pushing him on his back with your ass before starting to ride him.

“More! Pleasepleasepleeease! More!”

Ingo can only grip your hips while you fuck him like he’s nothing but a dildo for you.

How does Emmet handle you in heat?

I'm fucking ascending Ho Lee fuk

It's all fun and games until they jump ingo and ride him till hs shooting blanks.

Even though Ingo can't give you any more you still fuck him.

Its Instant Karma ingo cant escape from the grasp and you're free to use him like a dildo

#ro.chatting #smut #ingo.thirst #dubcon

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Lost Property - 24

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CW: dehumanisation, pet whump

Lydia had ordered room service. Having breakfast among all the other people in the restaurant seemed like it might be needlessly stressful for Colton after last night’s drama. Sitting in the armchair next to the window she crunched down on a fruit salad with apple, pineapple and melon. Surreptitiously glancing over, Lydia was gratified to see that the pet was eating, too. Col was taking quick, slightly nervous bites, but when he caught her looking at him, he didn’t immediately look down.

“What do you think?” She asked. “Do you like it?”

His lips quirked up into a tiny smile, just for a moment, before Col ducked his head.

“Yes, Ma’am. It… it is very good.”

“I’m glad.”

She fell silent, hesitating. The way Linden had talked of Colton last night, it sounded as if he was as fragile as overnight ice. As if he wore only the thinnest coating of control over internal chaos. His owner had thought that only being in the presence of strangers at the conference would have been enough to tip him over the brink.

Judging by the hysterically crying man in her lap last night, Linden could very well be right. Heaven knew that she herself had made plenty of decisions to shelter Coriander from the world around, even when those decisions were made above his head, with Cory having no say. And yet…

And yet, the man she had glimpsed earlier last night, defending her. That had been no shrinking violet that should be kept wrapped up in cotton wool for their own safety. Maybe a somewhat challenging, but pleasant, outing was just what he needed today. Lydia made up her mind, she would at least give him the chance to choose.

“Col, I would like to ask you something.”

“I would like to ask you something…” That was normally a bad thing. A question would require a reply and that reply could be wrong - or factually correct, but not the reply the person wanted to hear. A pet could get in trouble either way. Still, the wave of familiar anxiety didn’t rise quite as high as it should have. Col found that he was able to focus on Lydia’s explanation.

Questions were normally a bad thing- but Lydia wasn’t a normal pet owner, was she?

“We need to work for a couple of hours in the morning, but we have the rest of the day free.” She said, her warm brown eyes on him. “I had an idea for an excursion. To be honest, I thought that it might be a bit too much for you and I was thinking that we just shouldn’t go. But after last night…” Lydia gave him a wry smile. That smile and the impressed tone in her voice made Col’s heart flutter with warm pride. She thought that he had been good! “… after last night, I’m beginning to think that there’s probably not much that you can’t handle.”

“I was thinking of going for a bit of a hike at a nature reserve nearby. It is supposed to be fair weather today and the area itself is said to be very beautiful. If you want, we could go there. But we don’t have to. It is up to you.” She nodded her head, earnestly. “I can go there another time, so you don’t have to worry about that. We should do something that you want to do.”

Silence filled the room for a few seconds as Col wrapped his head around the many confusing questions. Questions that he knew a pet shouldn’t be asked, even though it seemed to keep happening. But, in a way, it was another similarity with Master, and that was comforting.

“I don’t… have wants,” he started hesitantly, and Lydia watched him neutrally, letting him continue. “I am happy to accompany you in anything you wish. But a walk would be - would be nice, Ma’am.”

He watched her face, dreading the slightest indication that his answer wasn’t the right one, but she only smiled in that sweet way of hers. “That’s great, Col. Thank you for choosing. I was going to take Coriander originally, as a surprise, but now I’m excited to see how you find it.”

She would have taken Cory? So, this was a thing pets could do? A high-end pet like that engaging in the same activity made Col feel far better about the whole thing. He wouldn’t start forgetting his place, of course, but Col must be doing something right to be worthy of replacing Coriander on an activity where Lydia could have easily just left him in the hotel.

He summoned his courage and gave Lydia a quick smile, then bowed his head. This could be nice, he told himself. I’ll do my best at it.

There was a crush of people passing by in front of their table. The din of conversation, chairs scraping and music playing was too loud for comfort. Colton could feel his pulse ticking faster than usual at the side of his throat, the muscles between his shoulder blades involuntary tense, his whole body ready to switch into fight or flight. But he wasn’t panicking, not yet.

One thing that made him feel safer was that they were sitting in a square of floor space hemmed in by tables. On both his left and right side, tables full of books kept the browsing visitors at bay. It was strangely familiar, almost like being inside a cage, where you knew that the people outside the bars couldn’t reach you unless they unlocked the door.

Another thing to hold on to was that Lydia was sitting diagonally in front of him. There was a table just in front of her heaped high with books and other merchandise and she was smiling and talking easily and cheerfully with the prospective customers.

A third thing was that he had been given a task. Every now and then, Lydia took a paper bag from underneath the table and handed it to a customer. When that happened, Colton was supposed to take an empty paper bag and fill it with three books from piles just in front of him, one with a red cover, one in black and white and the third blue. Just one of each, place them all inside the bag, and put the bag on the floor below the table. It was a simple task, easy to do even with his clumsy hands. Every now and then, Lydia gave him a smile or a nod, lighting a little bit of warm pride in his chest. He was being a good dog, a helpful one. That almost made the stress of the occasion worth it.

Almost.

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razorblade180 · 1 year

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Twin Snowflakes 46:Weathering the storm

Pt 45 <- here

As wind and ice increased, seeping through bricks and metal, the famed heroes of the world only gained more to deal with. In the eyes of a seasoned knight and leader, Jaune didn’t falter in the face of the elements. However, his body trembled. How badly he wished to blame the cold, but that was not the case. He had made it back home where he was sitting by a fire, a journal in his hands filled with the most soul chilling things to come from this experience.

Ruby and Weiss sat quietly in the room as he read one of Shiva’s many books. They had told him what went down the moment he walked through the door. From the journals’ insight about their daughter, to the ravaging confessions of Veronica.

It was strange, ironic even. The words Summer wrote cut into his heart, yet deep down he had gathered she was struggling. After all, he hasn’t forgotten the misery and outright despair saving the world inflicted on him. Jaune, Whitley, Weiss, Ruby, and even long ago with Blake and Yang dealing with the fall of Beacon, they all knew the feeling of falling into depression. Some even struggled with more dangerous thoughts similar to Summer’s, and yet it still snuck up on them despite their best efforts and support. He could make a good assumption that a similar realization had hit Veronica which was too much to handle. In the midst of her own darkness, she didn’t realize not only the extent of Summer’s, but that she added to it. Jaune had only gotten through three journals, but he had a feeling with so many, it was only a matter of time before everyone found their name in one.

He closed the journal and sighed. “When it rains, it pours.” He rubbed his face in exhaustion.

Weiss didn’t hesitate to get closer and drape her arms over him. He didn’t hesitate to hold the hands resting on his chest in response. Weiss wasn’t blind to the past several days. Jaune had been strong for both of them. Now she wanted him to rest.

“Don’t forget to lean on me too. I’m here for you.”

That alone made his eyes tear up, but he did not cry. Not out of stubbornness or fear, but because there was still so much to sort out. “Thank you, Weiss. I’m just getting overwhelmed fast.”

“Take your time.” Ruby said, locking her fingers together. “Nobody is ready to move after today.”

“How is everyone else exactly?”

“Winter is with Whitley near the garden. They wanted some time to…internalize it all. I can’t imagine Oscar, Qrow and Sparrow not being here has made things easier for Winter.”

“Ren and Nora?”

“With Valerie, patching her up. She took a pretty hard fall in the fight. As for the other three…”

xxxxx

Up in Veronica’s room, the lights were out. Not a word was said to break the silence of the raging blizzard. Only slight breathing from tear stained faces as Veronica slept in her bed, both her parents holding her hands as they slept beside their daughter.

xxxxx

“They have each other. I don’t know how any of them will feel later on. Only time will tell.”

“That’s fine.” Jaune looked over at the boxes of journals.

“That can wait.” Weiss said sternly. “Believe me, I want nothing more than to go through them all but not when we’re all like this. We’d just be torturing ourselves.” She tightened her embrace. “So the surgery has started?”

“Yeah…all that’s left is waiting.”

Something that was increasingly getting harder to do. You’d think they’d be used to it and how there’s only so much to do before it’s left to fate. Nope. It’s never easy. Not one bit. Ruby stood up and grabbed Crescent Rose.

“I’m gonna make sure the landing pad for supplies is still good. We should be getting another shipment before dark.”

Weiss and Jaune both looked at her ready to stop her but their dear friend cut them off before they could get a word in.

“I know, I know, alone? Yes. People are depending on us. This isn’t just our problem. All I’m doing is dashing over there, then coming back.”

“And if Shiva decides to say hello?” Weiss frowned.

“Trust me, one positive today is Shiva may be strong, but is no veteran huntsman. She can’t keep up with my strategic withdrawal tactics. I’m perfect for this.”

It’s true if anyone had the best chance of running away then it’s undoubtedly Ruby, but they still like the idea.

Ruby crossed her arms and assumed her leadership pose. they all knew and put up with. “Rest up. I’ll handle this.”

They let out a sigh of defeat, knowing she won’t budge. Jaune looked at her seriously. “Please don’t give anyone more reasons to cry.”

The Reaper smiled, “Heh, you’re talking to gal that went toe to toe with Cinder. What’s a little ice after all that fire?”

xxxxx

True to her word, Ruby intended to keep this an in and out job; choosing to perch herself on top of a roof that overlooked the sight. It should arrive any moment. Not to her surprise, the landing zone was unbothered. It might honestly be possible to leave the supplies here in the frigid weather until tomorrow. Not like anything would spoil. The thought crossed Ruby’s mind and it definitely was a safer option. However, battle prowess wasn’t all that Ruby accessed in today’s brawl. If one thing she and her friends did wrong, it was their failure in acknowledging Shiva’s persistence in observing them. They never skipped out on an opportunity.

Ruby thought of the events of not only recently but the build up to this situation. Rampages, check ups, school, tournaments, etc. She was done underselling Shiva. Especially when it came to surveillance. If body heat was a dead give away and at the speed Ruby moved to get here…the lady of frost was sure to have noticed.

“I know you’re close.” Ruby said, looking across to another building. Her words were enough for Shiva to walk out from behind a broken heater with hands behind her back and a sway in her walk.

Shiva’s confidence in revealing herself would be respectful if not unsettling. She stood on the edge of the roof with a blade in hand and more composed than before.

This didn’t go unnoticed by Ruby. The upright stance, the way one foot was a bit more forward while her breathing remained calm yet alert. Ruby had a feeling if she tried to sweep Shiva’s legs, all that would happen is a graceful back flip.

“For years you berated my goddaughter. Now you adopt her fighting stance?”

Shiva flashed a smirk. A fair but rather silly question. “Your goddaughter was weak and foolish in many ways, but I don’t remember criticizing how she moved her body. Even I can’t claim to know it as well as her in terms of physical prowess. I take that it was my last stunt near the end of our earlier squabble that put you on alert. Nothing gets past you. Well, almost nothing.” Referring to the depths of Summer’s misery.

Ruby wasn’t gonna be baited so easily. Shiva most likely revealed herself for similar reasons to why Ruby chose to come out here. Information. It was already potentially paying off with Shiva admitting she doesn’t know the limits of Summer’s body; or rather how to use them. However, the fact that she’s taken an interest in mimicking them…

Ruby’s eyes narrowed. “Do you really think sifting through her memories will be enough?”

“She’s fought you all more than I. Afraid a little muscle memory and superior power is gonna do you in?”

“If it was then we wouldn’t be talking now would we? You’re taking a risk just being this close, but you’re banking on me not wanting to harm Summer.”

“Don’t get too cocky. We both know as things stand, we’d be dead in the snow. It’s pretty comical. Your scythe around my neck in the blink of an eye, it would make you a hero to everyone but your family. Not very heroic to weigh personal feelings more.”

“I find it odd that someone hell bent on victory has offered reasons for me to kill them. It’s even more strange that I haven’t counted a dead body yet. It’s not like you can’t feel the warmth of every person here. Makes a girl think.” Ruby stood up.

Shiva could tell Ruby was looking for something she wasn’t gonna find. “I thought I made it pretty clear she can’t see or hear you? As for your curiosity, it’s not like I hate those civilians. They’re just caught in your mistakes. If you want to run yourselves ragged then be my guest.”

“So that’s it. You know better than to have our undivided attention. It’s why you allow supplies to get through even if it hampers your goals.”

Shiva’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t think I’m scared of you.” Her tone was low yet murderous. “I’ve come too far to make mistakes now. You all will pay soon enough.”

It wasn’t as if Shiva didn’t make her reasons clear, and yet Ruby couldn’t shake this feeling inside. There was more to learn; always was. Everyone spent so much time trying to learn about Shiva. Time to ask about Summer for a change.

“Did she hate us too, Summer that is?” Ruby said solemnly.

“Hmm?” A shocking question to say the least “Does that even need an answer? Of course she hated you all. I thought that would be obvious. Though to be fair…I suppose resentment is a fitting word. Surely you knew that. It’s what’s made this so damn easy.”

Amused by the question, Shiva relaxed a bit by lowering her blade. “All you people ever did was tell her to bear with things without producing meaningful results. You think all those smiles she gave were real? The fool was just too tired to scream her head off. Day in and day out she cried, whinnying in her pity party. It gave me such a headache. Good material for egging her own though. An assault on all sides. Couldn’t do it without you all.” She chuckled, too herself.

“Are you really pinning the blame on us and not your constant torturing? All we ever did was try!”

“See!? That’s the best part. It’s why this is such a hopeless situation for you. It’s not that nobody cared, but the opposite. All that love and effort shown, and yet nothing changed. You all are so useless!” Shiva watched Ruby’s eyes grow wide. “Oh what? Never thought of it like that. Summer isn’t delusional. She knows love for her is real. It’s just worthless. You’re worthless. The heroes of Remnant, her family, they’re nothing but failures who let a little girl cry for years. Why wouldn’t she try taking matters into her own hands? Too bad she forgot she’s the child of failures.”

Ruby shot a glare more chilling than the snow. “Do not speak ill of her parents. Especially in front of me.”

“Calling it like it is. I didn’t sow these seeds, I just reap them. That’s the beauty of it. Let’s entertain for a moment you get the better of me, what then. All you have left is a broken child who’s lost faith in you for years, and killed her brother. It's so terrible that even I’m shaking right now. How could you be careless with someone so close? There is no fixing this. You’re fighting for a broken mirror. You’re never gonna see what you want out of it and yet you decide to stay anyways? It’s so laughable!”

A gust swirled around the girl as she tried restraining a laughing. Her pupils shook and despite who she was, her blood boiled. “Giving up would make this a whole lot easier! Chalk it up to a lost cause, but no! It’s not in your nature! Do you have any idea that nugget of knowledge was echoed in this head!? I-”

Her temper wavered, it’s festering stalled by Ruby’s tears. The reaper quickly wiped them. Even she was caught off guard by her own emotions.

Ruby pulled her hood up and cleared her throat. “Ya know…I do wish circumstances were different. I wouldn’t know how they’d be, and frankly there’s not much of a point dwelling on it. What can I say? You are right about a few things. We’ve failed Summer. Even so…who are you to decide she’s weak and frail? Enduring as long as she did, that sounds like pure strength.”

“……”

Ruby turned her back to Shiva as the lights of the supply truck grew closer. “You were also right about none of us giving up on her. We’ll get her back, and when we do, I’ll accept all the hate she has for me. Sure it might hurt but I’ll choose that any day over losing her.” Her words brimmed with confidence.

The response moved Shiva in a way she couldn’t comprehend. Ruby didn’t say anything she wouldn’t normally say, but hearing those words spoken, it was….frustrating. Shiva’s eyes darkened as they narrowed in on Ruby’s brilliant silver gaze.

“You never change.”

A flurry of snow swept wind came between them, and then Shiva was gone. Ruby looked around but no longer felt in immediate danger.

“Never huh?” Ruby had a feeling she moved herself to the top of Shiva’s list of least favorite people.

The ship finally landed, the last rays of light still piercing through.

xxxxxx

Nearly two days passed before Veronica rose from her sleep steadily. The girl looked around to see no one in her room. “Where are-” she remembered her last interaction with her parents; with everyone. Cat ears fell down and her heart began to ache at the memory. What could they all possibly be thinking? What was she thinking? What if they read all of the journal…? Veronica didn’t want to think about such things. True or not.

A click at the door as the knob twisted open caught her attention. Winter and Penny entered with fresh towels and water.

“Ummmm” was all Veronica could muster.

Penny perked up seeing the child sitting up in bed. “You’re awake!”

“Why wouldn’t I- agh!”

A thermometer was popped into her mouth and towels placed on her nightstand where she spotted a few pill bottles. The heck was going on!?

Penny took away the thermometer and was happy with the results. “Splendid! Had me worried for a moment.”

“About what!?” She desperately asked.

“Oh, you got sick. Been out nearly two full days due to extreme stress, dehydration, exhaustion, and being out in the weather probably didn’t help.”

A blank stare burrowed into Penny as Veronica tried wrapping her head around what was just said. The young girl leaned forward to look at Winter with a look that asked for confirmation.

“Yes. You cried yourself to illness.”

Penny pouted, “Don’t phrase it like that Winter. Anyones’ immune system gets significantly weaker when under high stress physically and mentally.”

“So I cried myself to illness?” Veronica said bluntly.

“Ummm…yeah….” Penny gave in. “I thought that might sound insensitive or embarrassing.”

“Oh it is.” Veronica layed back down

Winter walked over to the bed . Below her was a miserable mess of hair. The sun kissed skin of an islander looked unnaturally faded when dark circles made themselves known under Veronica’s eyes.

“Did you know you cry in your sleep?”

“I’m…vaguely aware that’s a thing I’ve been seen doing. What of it?” Veronica turned away from the helpers. “Gonna tell me I can’t escape guilt?”

“I don’t have to tell you things you already know. Instead I’ll tell you what you don’t.” Winter sat on the edge of the bed. “Summer thinks so highly of you.”

Penny watched Veronica stiffen. “Winter, is this really the right ti-”

“It’s the perfect time. A record needs to be set straight. Veronica it’s no secret we aren’t each other’s favorite person.”

“You’ve never liked me. Though…I guess I can see why.” Her voice trembled.

“I never said I didn’t like you. I’m defensive of my family and well yes, I thought you did more harm than good as an influence on both of them. However, the truth is more complicated than that. Especially with Summer.”

“Those journals say otherwise.”

“Can you please just listen for now?” Winter said with a sigh. A single cat ear shot up, signaling her to continue. “I did my damnedest to keep Summer on a schedule when it comes to eating, school, and anything in between. Never stuck. Maybe I’m softer than I think but you got Summer to move when no else could. Believe me, I’m in no way excusing the nastier parts of your relationship, but it’s foolish to see it as completely horrible. When it came to you, Summer was envious and wanted to be more like you.”

“Why would she ever want to be like me when she has the kingdom in her hands?”

“Because you’re beautiful to her. I know even if you don’t see that in yourself, she certainly did in many ways. Summer stuck to the diet to impress you. Not once did she want to lose to you. You told her she was holding back and then she trained harder. You pushed back against her bullies; Summer told me about that. Also how it annoyed her so she finally pushed back too. Said it felt exciting and how you laughed she put that Amber girl in her place. She also said how it was your voice that saved her at the lake. That she dug deep to save both of you because you called out. Your relationship is not perfect. I’m aware both of you have said hurtful things to one another. But if I’m being honest with you…I think Summer wanted nothing more than you in her corner as a friend.”

“How could you think such a thing? After all our history? It just doesn’t make sense.”

“How? Simple, because it took nearly two decades before I realized my own brother only wanted my support the way I wanted his. We were just too busy in our own pain to notice the signs we gave one another. It’s not the exact same situation, but I don’t think I’m wrong when I say you don’t hate Summer. Not really.”

A silence lingered. Veronica sat back up and looked down at her lap. Facing Winter felt wrong for some reason. Talking in general was strange, yet not as difficult as expected.

“I’m sorry for all the troubles I’ve stirred up.”

“Don’t tell me that. It’s better saved for Summer once we get her back. Winter got up from the bed and went to leave, stopping at the door. “Trouble or not, I’m glad I know you.” She walked out.

Veronica directed her attention to Penny. “Parents out being heroes I take it?”

She nodded, “Always. Don’t worry though. Nothing dangerous these past couple days.”

“Shouldn’t you be at the hospital, or am I causing problems for you too?”

“Please don’t talk like that Veronica. The bulk of medical work has been finished for a while and even if it wasn't, I’d always make time for you.”

Veronica looked into Penny’s sincere eyes. She couldn’t understand it, the woman’s gentleness. It wasn’t learned through tribulations. Penny was nice; plain and simple.

“I say this as a compliment Penny; kindness like yours could only be programmed.”

“I respectfully disagree. My father was a gentle soul. That’s all there is to it.”

“Wish I could’ve met em.”

“Hehe, I’m sure he would’ve loved you. Now then, Veronica, I’d like to discuss something with you.” She said cautiously.

Veronica could tell at a glance what it was about. A doctor should have as much information on their patient as possible, and no way the grownups wouldn’t tell Penny what went down.

“Does the Goliath in the room really have to be addressed?” She retreated inward.

Penny frowned. “Veronica…”

“Fine. Yes, I tried taking my life. That what you wanted to hear? I already know you all are going to look at me differently and that’s whatever, but can we not have a drawn out conversation over it please? I just can't, okay?” Her ears fell back down but Veronica kept eye contact. Penny needed to see how serious she was about this. “Please?”

The tremble in Veronica’s throat made Penny’s heart ache. “Nobody is looking at you differently. I’m also not Oscar; I can’t offer you any help in a professional capacity. Nor would I try to. It’s not what I was going to attempt with you.”

“Then…what exactly is it that you did want to say?”

“A different perspective I need you to hear. I’m case it was something you never really thought about. Our struggles in life are different and similar at the same time; I get that. Still, we looked for belonging, tried to fit in, hoped to understand those different from us, and wondered why people kept treating us differently. It causes a lot of doubt, darkness. I can’t begin to know the intricate details and depths that got you to such a merciless breaking point. However, I need you to understand how incredibly strong you are Veronica. Even in all that darkness…you gripped tightly to the light left inside. You chose to live in the end. That’s a strength never to be downplayed. That strength is beautiful.”

Truly…Penny was too kind. Veronica couldn’t keep up her tough girl act or brush off such words. Her reserved expression broke down into tears, her body lunging forward and pulling Penny into a hug.

It takes the robotic girl off guard for a moment before she wraps both arms around Veronica, rubbing her back.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” Vee wept.

“A doctor takes care of their patient, and a friend always reaches out. Thank you for letting me help. I know it’s not always easy to do.”

“Can I ask you a favor?” Veronica let go and wiped her face. “Help me get dressed? I wanna go somewhere.”

“Okay. But ummm…” Penny cocked her head to the side, “Where?”

xxxxx

“In retrospect, I should’ve known it was the hospital.” Penny said, leaning against the elevator wall. “I was half expecting somewhere iced off.”

Veronica laughed to herself. “Haha, yeah I can’t blame you. If I had the confidence then I would’ve asked you if sneaking in the school is possible, but that’s probably out of the question.”

“What’s at the school?”

“I went into Summer’s room a couple times after everything went down with her, then when Val woke up and told her story I remember noticing Summer’s bag wasn’t in her room. It’s probably in that meeting room.”

“Is there something relevant in there perhaps?”

“Not sure how relevant to be honest but Summer would take a journal everywhere she could. Kinda like me…” Veronica never really thought much about that detail before. “Odds are there’s one in her bag. It would be the most up to date.”

“Hmm you’re not wrong, but Almanac is very much the den of Shiva. That’s way too dangerous for potentially gaining nothing. For all we know Summer could’ve only been on page one. Even a full one might not have anything useful for our immediate problems.”

Veronica let out a sigh while rubbing her still messy hair. She didn’t really care much about her appearance right now. She could tell Penny was enjoying her temporary look however. It had gotten so cold most of Veronica’s designs that she brought weren’t really fit for Atlas weather anymore. Fortunately for her, Penny’s lived here forever and made clothes focused on extra warmth ever since Shiva was around.

Standard black tights and long sleeves infused with flame dust. That wasn’t the kicker though. Those close were underneath as insulation. What pretty happily flew off to get before they left was her old outfit back in the days when she was known as The Defender of Mantle.

“Nothing is too tight is it?” Penny asked.

“It’s alright. Not like there’s many options for clothes that handle immense windsheer. Aura feels normal too. Think the only problem is that shamrock isn’t exactly my color.” Vee quipped.

“You must be tired of me saying this but I think you look wonderful.”

Penny’s smile lit up the small space. Genuine to fault. Vee couldn’t help but tease a tiny bit. “Why do I get the feeling I’m fulfilling some sort of little sister wish you’ve always had?”

“Hehe, I wouldn’t go that far. I just always liked to see you as my little niece. Though if you want a big sister then I’d be more than happy to be!”

A hint of red came to Veronica’s face. Looks like she was the one getting teased in the end. Vee turned her head towards the door. “I’m good with niece.”

Penny couldn’t help but giggle. One minute Yang, the next minute Blake. It was hard to know who Veronica spent more time with.

The door finally opened and they walked out into the stuffy area. People were as restless as ever. It almost made Veronica’s ears ring.

“You think Nick’s allowed visitors?”

“He isn’t in any operations right now. If all is going well then he’s stable and in bed for the time being.” Penny let a frown show. “His coma is wearing me down a little however. Even with his body slowly recovering, it’s dangerous for anyone to be out for too long.”

“Aren’t there stories of people in a coma for years until recovery?” Veronica saw the look of shock hit Penny. Vee immediately wished she didn’t say that. “Not that I’m saying that he will be! All I meant was is there any reason to be worried after a few days?”

“No. I don’t like it is all. Call me greedy, but saving his life would be bitter if he loses so much time.”

“That’s not greedy at all. Any doctor should want the best outcome.”

“You know…you’ve taken Nick’s condition better than the rest. I’m a little shocked if I’m being honest.”

Vee shrugged, “Hard to explain. Guess I can’t really picture someone like him not making it through this. Val said it herself, he was trying to save his own life right up until he passed out. In a way that’s pretty terrifying.”

A perspective like that made it easy to see why Shiva would go for him first. Penny was sure there was more reasoning but that had to be a major one. After all, nobody has been quite themselves ever since. Speaking of which…

Penny nudged Vee and pointed. “Hey, look.”

Vee turned her head and spotted Valerie, sitting alone in what used to be a waiting room. Her usual vigor was gone and she was hunched over with a gaze that was clearly not looking at anything. Veronica looked at Penny.

“You knew she was here, didn’t you?”

“Of course. Valerie actually has been here since the fight.”

That couldn’t be good. Veronica winced, “Don’t tell me her arm is worse?”

“Oh no. Despite the best attempt between both of you, that arm endured the abuse. Valerie couldn’t stand being in the manor unfortunately. I heard you two said some…not some nice things about each other.”

Veronica got the picture. She wasn’t exactly happy about it, but…it would be a lie to say their last fight was like the rest. It was no secret why Valerie wouldn’t want to stay. Not after all the things said. Veronica thought about telling Penny she wasn’t up for more drawn out talks, but if Winter could give her the time of day, then there’s no real excuse not to confront Valerie.

“Guess I got no choice…”

“Please no more fist fights.” Penny warned.

“Penny, this is a hospital.” Veronica walked over to her target.

“Eh, it had to be said just in case.” Penny went on about her own business to check Nick. If she remembered correctly, Ren and Weiss should be around somewhere while the others are patrolling or tending to other locations right about now.

In her own world, the young Valkyrie stared at the floor, adrift in thought. It was only when puffy black boots obscured the glare off the hospital’s tile floors that she raised her head to see Veronica standing before her. The two spoke no words, only a minute long stare before Veronica sat in the seat next to her. Silence between them remained while the world kept moving along. Parents bundling kids, nurses pushing wheelchairs, the near and distant murmurings of peoples’ distress over anything and everything. For Veronica it was sensory overload if she focused too hard on it, yet she since the appeal of Valerie being here over anywhere else. What a perfect place to be miserable and drown out your own thoughts. Then there was the obvious reason as well.

“You see him?” Veronica finally spoke, but was given no immediate response. A low grunt left her lungs as she exhaled, choosing to sink into the chair.

“Did you know…Nick hates hospitals?” Valerie asked, breaking her silence with a dry, somber voice. “I always thought I understood why. He spent a lot of time seeing Summer here.”

“Not hard to figure out.”

“That’s what I thought, but no. Now I think I’m really understanding why. Seeing a person you care about so vulnerable is already a lot, but being there when things go wrong…”

Veronica slowly sat up and looked at Valerie with shock. The athlete’s hands were shaking, eyes filled with tears.

“Only a few days here and I’ve seen Penny, nurses, and other doctors rush into that room as he started seizing.” She held her hands together tightly. “I don’t want to hear that flatline again.”

“That’s it, I’ve heard enough.” Veronica got up and stood in front of Valerie. “Is this what you think you deserve? You’re so called punishment. I can tell you right now there’s not a soul that would wish this on you. Especially your parents. The hell are you doing!?”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You don’t get to say that after telling me that willingly. Do you think Nick would want-”

“When have I actually ever done what Nick asked for me!?“ she nearly yelled. “I’m a selfish person, remember? Not even a real friend towards either of them. By all means, this arm being hurt doesn’t begin to be a consequence.”

“In case you forgot, I’m a hundred times worse. Wasn’t even friends with one.” Vee sat back down. “If Shiva fucking up your arm and immense guilt isn’t enough karma for your screw ups, then by that logic, guess I’m gonna end up dead for sure by the end of all this. Ironic, but probably deserved all things considered.”

Veronica turned to see Valerie’s uncomfortable and sympathetic look. Suddenly she felt like instead of putting the problem in perspective, it was wrong entirely. Valerie probably couldn’t get the image of painful crying in the garden out of her head.

“Too dark? Guess I can’t say those kinds of things lightly anymore around people.” Veronica huffed. “Listen, I’m not really good at talking like this.”

“You’re a public speaker.”

“Talking about equality is a bit different than this mess.”

“From where I sit, I’d say we’re equally shitty. Hate to admit it…but you were right about me. I just didn’t want to acknowledge it. I’m selfish. Simple as that. I stopped considering their true feelings for the sake of my own and half the time I didn’t even realize.”

“Don’t mean to drive the knife in deeper but are you aware why Nick is so fond of you?” The lack of any kind of response said enough. “He told me how you inspired him to stop thinking about all the prying eyes. You gave him the answer to reclaiming joy in the things he loves to do, all by being that example. What happened to that girl? I certainly never got the chance to meet her.”

“I don’t know. We got older? The eyes on him looked at me but not really. Bit by bit…it all became so confusing. Nothing feels like when we were kids. I don’t feel like myself anymore. All that talk about being the top and the one people look to, yet here I am now. The twins are gone and now it’s really starting to sink in that I don't know what to do. I really did need them around after all. I…didn’t even get the chance to tell them I’m-”

“Can you stop talking like they’re dead?” Veronica spoke in a stern yet wavering tone. “And do you mean you don’t know what to do? Take a look around. People need help and you damn well those two would caffeinated out of their skulls and get to work. Listen, I can’t tell you that they’ll forgive you for sure and I can’t lie to myself and say I completely understand you because let’s face it, we don’t know each other well. Not really. All I know is we need to get our act together. I’m tired of worrying my parents. Let’s stop thinking about us and start thinking about everyone else for once. I mean hell is freezing over at this rate. Might as well play along.”

Her logic was flawed yet correct. Unreasonable, but somehow compromising as well. Valerie was unsure if she’d ever get used to how Veronica did…well, everything. But maybe she didn’t have to. At least not right now. Like she said, hell was freezing over. That took priority. Valerie found herself sighing with a glimmer of peace finally on her face.

“Fine. You win. I’ll pick myself back up again.”

Behind both of them, a voice called out. “Oh? Were you knocked down? Figures…”

Val and Vee both turned around and gasped. For the first time since this mess started, the two of them saw Eliza. Not only did she wore her battle clothes from the tournament, but she carried a bouquet of her namesake in her hands.

“Eliza!?” Valerie yelped.

“Why are you still here!?” Veronica added.

The young witch raised an eyebrow. “Odd question. Atlas is my home and my people need help. They haven’t been getting by on dust alone you know?” She made a tiny flame on her finger before blowing. “Anyways, are your families okay?”

“Alright. But uhh…” Veronica pointed at the marigolds. “I feel like we should be asking you that. Your dad isn’t hurt is he?”

“Heh. Thank you for the concern but these aren’t for him. He actually came with me here. I got a feeling I’m here for the same reason you two are then?”

Just then, Weiss came from down the north hallway. “Veronica? Eliza?” Her eyes shifted towards the back near an exit to see Henry leaning near a lamp. If she wasn’t tired, Weiss would’ve groaned. Ignoring him for now, she walked over to the girls. “Come to keep Valerie company?”

“Not particularly.” Veronica said bluntly, earning a huff from the girl.

Eliza presented the flowers. “I probably should’ve asked first, but is Nick allowed flowers? The other day, I actually saw you and some others here looking…not yourselves. Valerie told me bits and pieces when I found her in the school, so I put two and two together.”

No one had noticed Eliza around several days ago, especially Weiss. She looked at the flowers and smiled gently. It was nice knowing more people were thinking about Nick than she realized. “Flowers would brighten up that room nicely. Thank you.”

“I can put them in there for you.” Veronica chimed in. “I actually came here to check in briefly. If…that’s okay with you?” She asked Weiss. It was hard looking at her now. Was it gonna be like that for everyone? Veronica couldn’t tell if it was guilt, embarrassment, or both.

“If Eliza is okay with it.”

Veronica’s head peeled up. Weiss showed her a compassionate smile before walking off towards Henry. Vee felt her heart become at ease. Eliza handed over the flowers.

“Knock yourself out. I can tell this means more to you than me.”

“Thanks. By the way, you wouldn’t happen to know any problems that we could help with?”

Valerie crossed her arms. “Look around you. What happened to that mentality?”

“I still have it! A list is just more efficient.”

Eliza thought for a moment. “Well…I can think of several things. However, it’s gonna cost you both.” Both stared at her silently. “Got your attention huh? Good. Now can you kindly tell me what I don’t know? I’ve been quite reasonable with everyone, including the twins when it came to helping in complicated circumstances. But I’m through with being in the dark. This is bigger than a household issue. Even if that house is a manor.”

Eliza was correct, and downright reasonable like she said. Without ever knowing the full scope, acting accordingly was never an issue for her. Veronica looked at Valerie, putting the athlete off.

“What?”

“What? You should be the one filling her in. I didn’t know jack shit before this visit. Have fun, lorekeeper.” Veronica waved with the flowers and walked off.

“Hey!?” Valerie looked at Eliza, who’s eyes were as serious as a grimm’s. Suddenly the witch attire felt intimidating. “Take a seat. It’s gonna be a minute.”

Weiss stood in the back next to Henry as they watched the kids and the rest of the people. Weiss’s arms were crossed and her mood not the greatest while Henry kept his hands in his pockets.

“What’s your game?” Weiss finally spoke rudely.

“My game? Haha, still shrewd. Here I thought you’ve lost all your edge with you not being as public or active these several years.”

“It’s called being a parent.”

“All well and good, but that doesn’t reduce the amount of eyes wanting to see you or public image. By all means you’re still seen as this city’s Queen in many perspectives.”

“You haven’t answered my question yet.”

“My game isn’t anything. Contrary to what you may believe, I’m very much in the passenger seat when it comes to the affairs of our children.”

Weiss rolled her eyes. “Why do I find that hard to believe?”

“Don’t misunderstand me. Eliza is highly aware that I want her to achieve greatness and that I personally would love to move our family higher up in status given our…decent. She’s already done wonderfully. I mean her very birth is a gift.”

“Would you say that if she couldn’t use magic?”

“Absolutely. I don’t have an heir. It’s also pretty boring alone. Children seem to be the spice of life in practically any environment.”

“Hmph, well, that’s one thing we can agree on.”

Henry sensed the lack of energy in her words. “…I do wish the best for Nicholas in this difficult time. He is an honest and good kid.”

“Thank you…”

“Where’s the other one?”

“…She’s dealing with a lot right now.”

“Fair enough. Eliza was actually the one to tell me Nick was hurt and that she wanted to do something. If it were up to me I would’ve left, but she insisted.”

“Saving face are we?”

“Like I said, I’m a parent too. If there is any angle here it’s the simple benefits that come from my daughter helping people in this trying time. I wonder if it’ll sway opinion about your family?”

Weiss shot him a side eyed. “Excuse me?”

“I never told Eliza to be competitive with your kids. She found reason to see them as rivals based on them as people. That being said, those children are Schnees, and like I said, there’s an expectation and power with that. One that seems to be carried more and more by the new generation because the King and Queen want to play parent only.”

“My children are not here to play some chess game for status quo and power.” Weiss said firmly. “Screw what any media outlet says.”

“Oh we both are too old to act like it’s not completely meaningless or possible to avoid. I’ll be frank. Right now you have no moving pieces on your board. All that power, and nobody’s feeling it. That’s bound to cause problems for your family one way or another when this is all over and nobody can really say how the Schnees helped; then again I guess that’s normalized. Kids take after parents, and your parents-”

“I will give you ten more words so choose them carefully, Henry Marigold.” A vigor reignited in Weiss. Too bad it was fueled by irritation of all things.

Henry smirked, “Act like a Queen to spare your kids.” And with that, Henry walked away.

Weiss didn’t have to search for some hidden meaning behind the words. She was just upset that of all people, Henry had to say it. “You still have two words.”

“Good luck.” He said casually.

Damn him. Being a father might’ve reshaped him over the years, but he is still petty and disrespectful as ever towards her. Though it goes to show it only extends to Weiss ,and her siblings. Not even Henry would be immature or idiotic enough to dislike the twins. Weiss wouldn’t be shocked if his only problem he saw with them is being her kids, but that’s merely an assumption. One that angered her nonetheless.

Weiss took a deep, slow breath through her nose and out her mouth. Silently to herself she whispered, “No more tears.”

xxxx

Back in the hallway, Veronica walked in silence as she reached Nick’s room, walking in immediately to not psyche herself out. As Valerie said earlier, machines beeped, a distinct smell of medicine, and bright lights that somehow made the room feel dim. Nicholas laid peacefully in a hospital bed with the headboard against the middle of the wall. His skin looked a little more colorful than before but Veronica could already tell by his fingers and forearm that he was getting slimmer. Hopefully Penny already has a plan to keep his nutrition okay. Aside from the obvious oxygen mask and needles in his arm, one would mistake his condition for beauty sleep. Veronica could only guess how long he’ll slumber.

She got closer to the nightstand beside the utilities and placed the flower in a vase next to what must’ve been on Nick before operating. A wallet, his scroll, keys, and what caught her eye, a golden cross necklace. She remembered their conversation about prayers but never knew he had this. She picked it up gently and let it dangle from her fingers before letting it fall softly in her left palm. Veronica was never one to pray but…

“Not him.” She said softly, closing her eyes and closing her hands together. “You don’t get to have him. Not when there’s so much he still wants to do. If this can’t end perfectly then …put the ice in my heart.”

xxxx

Friends, strangers, enemies, loved ones; despite the situation, everyone hopes for the best in this blizzard. From the vigilante, to the unconscious…

In a place unknown and unseen, something stirs; clinging to what is and maybe all there ever was. A boy, a knight, a prince. Nicholas opens his eyes and sees nothing but a chilling fog that engulfs all as he stands motionless and confused. Weakly he ponders…

“Where…am I?”

#rwby #rwby au #veronica belladonna #val valkyrie #ruby rose #penny polendina #jaune arc #winter schnee #weiss schnee #eliza marigold #henry marigold #rwby twin snowflakes #nicholas schnee

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SaL anon here friend and I hope you're fully recovered and have had a chance to clean out your inbox because it is finally song time!! So I absolutely want to do Asleep, both in honor of Eddie's healing arc (which is just beautiful so far) AND for our anniversary (particularly since, like most Eddie things, it can be definitely be applied to the dark haired military man from our other ship). However i'm going to hold off talking about it too much for now since I don't know if you've had a chance

to listen to it and cry about it for a few hours. I'll just say as much as I felt like it would have been great for last week's episode (especially with both Buck and Chris giving him heart drawings, you'll see why 😘) I'm glad to do it this week since, there's definitely a part that touches on his talk with May. So instead for now I'll do my original song choice from last week, which you correctly guessed was Pluto. I love that this song is so seemingly contradictory, like the music and the lyrics do not look like they should match up, but they do!! Because this a song about breaking AND beginning to heal and how perfect is that for Eddie right now? Again I'm happy we waited a week because while last week was heavy (like the lyrics) this week we see Eddie lighter and happier and trying to move forward (like the music).

I haven’t listened to Asleep yet, but it’s on my list for today! I didn’t get to this last night but I was saving it for last to end of positive vibes after clearing out all the salt in my inbox and then it was really late! But, I had to get up early to take my antibiotics (4x a day is so much!) and instead of going back to sleep like I usually do, my brain was buzzing about that synopsis drop for 5x18 so now I’m up! I also apparently am going to be having company this weekend so I wanted to make sure I got this done before work since I’m not taking a lunch today and they’ll be here likely by the time I get off.

I’m so excited to talk Pluto! It’s always been one of my favorites and it really does fit Eddie healing era so well! I also love how the lyrics pack a punch, but the music has such a light, effervescent quality. It’s perfect for a song about letting go, moving forward, and letting gravity handle it’s own weight.

i woke up from the same dream: falling backwards, falling backwards ’til it turned me inside out.

now i live a waking life of looking backwards, looking backwards; a model citizen of doubt.

Right off the bat I’m thinking about Eddie’s nightmares and him having the same traumas rolling over and over again in his mind, keeping him awake, and haunting him when he does sleep. He can’t move forward because he’s still looking backwards! And we saw in 5a him being plagued with panic attacks because he’s been filled with doubt about the choices he’s been making.

until one day i had enough of this exercise of trust. i leaned in and let it hurt, and let my body feel the dirt. when i break pattern, i break ground. i rebuild when i break down. i wake up more awake than i’ve ever been before.

I love this part so much! Eddie realizing he needs to face his fears and address his trauma in order to move forward and feel better is SO important (Ryan is really delivering with his performances this season!), and we saw him finally doing that, finally leaning in and feeling all that hurt he’s been keeping locked away, just waiting to explode. But unlike what he internalized from his dad and his CO and all the people who’ve always told him men have to be “strong” and that toxic idea that lust and anger are the only acceptable emotions, Eddie has BEEN breaking patterns since Chris came along, and we see that in season 3 expressly stated. Eddie doesn’t want Chris to be like him, but now he’s learning HE doesn’t have to be like that either! And in breaking this pattern he’s put himself through, will lead to him breaking ground on the life he wants to have. He had the breakdown, now it’s time to rebuild! We also saw him looking healthier this week, more awake than he has looked in a long time, meaning he’s sleeping again, and getting better!

still i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. so show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. like a final puzzle piece it all makes perfect sense to me… the heaviness that i hold in my heart belongs to gravity. the heaviness that i hold in my heart’s been crushing me.

As much as Eddie is moving towards healing, he still has some things weighing him down and I am SO excited to see what goes down with him in 5x17 and his family. I absolutely adore the line “show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins” because it’s SO Eddie. He had carried so much armor for so long, he’s having a hard time separating it from himself. But the puzzle pieces are coming together and he’s realizing that he’s the one holding on to this weight, and he’s the only one who can let it go.

i’ve been worried all my life, a nervous wreck most of the time. i’ve always been afraid of heights, of falling backwards, falling backwards. i’ve been worried all my life.

’til one day i had enough of this exercise of trust. i leaned in and let it hurt, let my body feel the dirt. when i break pattern, i break ground. i rebuild when i break down. i wake up more awake than i’ve ever been before.

We don’t typically think of Eddie as being nervous because he’s so confident in the field, he HAS to be! It’s his job (as an army medic and now as a firefighter/medic) to be clearheaded and able to make good, quick decisions in the field while holding people’s lives and safety in his hands. And he’s good at that! But we saw that starting to crumble this season as he began questioning his decision making skills in his personal life and that started affecting him making decisions in the field. As much as the decision should have been discussed and the therapy route taken sooner, Eddie’s choice to leave really was the right one because being in the field like that could have had dire consequences. Then we saw during the breakdown, Eddie admitting he feels afraid. He’s been shoving it down for so long, and I have a feeling we’re about to see just how long in 5x17. But that episode will again have him leaning in to feel his feelings even if they aren’t “good” or what society tells him is okay for men to feel and however that episode ultimately turns out, he is going to feel lighter afterwards and ready to make decisions on how to move forward in his life. I can’t wait to see it!

still i’m pinned under the weight of what i believed would keep me safe. so show me where my armor ends, show me where my skin begins. like a final puzzle piece, it all makes perfect sense to me… the heaviness that i hold in my heart belongs to gravity. the heaviness in my heart belongs to gravity.

Eddie thinking that hiding all those feelings away in boxes would keep him, and the people he loves safe but ultimately only trapping himself is so true to life, and he’s been pinned under the weight of expectations for SO long. And it’s only now that he’s had time with a partner like Buck and a supportive family like the 118 where he’s been allowed to share the burden, to ask for time and get it, to be offered help not as a way to prove he can’t do things, but as a way to make sure he has the tools so he CAN do things! And in slowly opening up and pealing off the armor weighing him down, he is finally putting together the puzzle of who HE wants himself to be, not who others want him to be. It’s been SUCH a beautiful journey and I can’t wait to see how the rest of it plays out. Seeing a lighter, freer Eddie is going to spark such joy!

Thanks for picking such a good Eddie song to talk about! The focus on joy and moving forward through healing is so perfect!

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#my sweet nonnie friends #sleeping at last anon #911 #911 spoilers #eddie diaz #sleeping at last #pluto #hah! i got this done only 5 minutes late for when i start work #bless working from home #may i never have to go back to the office permanently #ANYWAY #season 5 may be a bit all over the place but eddie healing era is ON POINT #tim and ryan really care about this storyline and it absolutely shows in the care they have taken with it #it's what eddie deserves and we are so blessed to see it!

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DAILY DEVOTIONAL FOR JANUARY 14, 2023

How long?

By April McIntyre (England, United Kingdom)

READ PSALM 13:1-6

"I trust in your unfailing love."

PSALM 13:5 (NIV)

"'Last autumn I planted four amaryllis bulbs. Three began to grow almost immediately, developing strong stems and sturdy buds, and I was able to give them to friends as Christmas gifts. The fourth bulb, however, sat in its pot and did nothing. Weeks went by with no sign of growth. I anxiously checked the soil and prodded the bulb. Still nothing. Should I throw it away? I wondered. I decided to wait. Then one day in mid-January, after all the other amaryllis flowers had bloomed and withered, a green tip appeared on the fourth bulb. After that day, the new shoot seemed to leap upward in its eagerness to grow.

We can’t always see what God is doing. Sometimes we don’t know whether God’s doing anything at all, and that can be difficult. Through the centuries, people of faith have cried out in times of darkness, “How long must we wait for help? Where is God? Has God heard my prayers? Does God care?”

The late-blooming amaryllis gives me hope. God does care. God is listening. Although we may not see it, life may be stirring deep down in hidden places. We can fret about our circumstances, or we can cry out to God whose love is unfailing and wait to see that first glimpse of green."' (Loving the Amaryllis story, we have lived this same journey, except we began with 3 bulbs and #3 is on the way to bloom this month, January. Ironic!) God always works it out, but the one bulb was not meant to grow and bloom like the others. Let God handle it.

TODAY'S PRAYER

"Father God, help us to remember that you are always with us, even in our waiting." Amen.

Psalm 13:1–6

The New International Version

"'1 How long, Lord? Will you forget me forever?

How long will you hide your facer from me?

2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts

and day after day have sorrow in my heart?

How long will my enemy triumph over me?

3 Look on me and answer, Lord my God.

Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death,

4 and my enemy will say, “I have overcome him,”

and my foes will rejoice when I fall.

5 But I trust in your unfailing love;

my heart rejoices in your salvation.

6 I will sing the Lord’s praise,

for he has been good to me."' How long? As long as God sees fit. He

is controlling everything. When all is said and done, you will be pleased and completely blessed. It's His promise! Joe

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rendevousz · 3 years

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avengers x gn!teen!reader

platonic!peter parker x reader

requested by @sunflowerbecca : "hey! a request with the whole teen avengers thing you got gotten on haha, anyways something where the reader gets hurt or faints etc etc and then the rest of the avengers are all worried and frantic as they care for them"

summary: there was a consequence of going on a mission while you were sick

warnings: mentions of throwing up and a tiny fight with bestfriend!peter, avengers babying you as usual

word count: roughly 5k words of utter bullshit me thinks but pls do give this a read LMAO

notes: i'm sorry this took longer to write i was unexpectedly busy on the weekends but here i am i hope you enjoy this <3

"stark, you sure about this?"

"of course i'm sure, capsicle. the kids have been bugging us to let them go on a mission together. i know it's because they just want to mess around without being scolded but this is the easiest mission we've ever gotten since the avengers. besides, they've been pretty good lately so i think they deserve it. don't you guys think so?"

his question was met with approving looks all over the room, except from steve. the whole team except the teens —you and peter— were having a meeting about a simple mission that was supposed to happen that night. you and peter weren't in the meeting because you two were still at school.

it had been months since you and peter started asking the team to let you guys go on missions alone without "adult supervision". it was true that you guys wanted that just so you could do missions without feeling like you were being babysat but it was also because you guys thought that you weren't kids anymore; you could handle simple missions.

"c'mon cap, don't you want to see their face light up when we tell them they can go on this mission together, without us?" clint urged. he knew steve loved the kids, especially you, and he especially loved seeing the way your eyes would light up first before you whole face did.

"okay, fine. but if anything happens to them, you guys are to blame for."

–

school had just finished and you were walking back to the tower with peter. you've been having a killer headache all day and you felt nauseous. you even went to the washroom to throw up twice today. of course you didn't tell peter because he was that type of overprotective best friend who would make you get home if you sneezed more than three times that day. all you wanted to do today was get home quick so you could sleep the sickness away.

yes, you knew you were sick. but you didn't want to tell anyone because like peter, the whole team was overprotective over you and they usually did too much when you were sick. so you avoided that by just acting like you were okay. that was going well so far since all you had to do when you get home was go to your room and tell them you stayed up late last night and needed to catch up on sleep.

of course that didn't go well.

"y/n!" you groaned when peter entered your room uninvited, immediately jumping onto your bed. "yes, pete?" you croaked. his joyful expression turned into a frown when he heard you. "what's wrong? are you okay?"

"yes, pete, i'm okay. just super sleep deprived." you lied, cringing when you felt your head throb once again. "oh.. did you..did you want to sleep? am i interrupting?" he asked, feeling bad. "no, no. it's fine, what did you want?"

"i just came to tell you that mr stark and the team are finally gonna let us go on a mission without them! there's one tonight and they're letting us go alone!" he announced excitedly. you couldn't help the small smile that appeared on your lips when he said that. his happiness was just so contagious.

"but if you wanna sleep then i'll just go with any one of them, i guess," he shrugged his shoulders with a nonchalant face but you knew he was internally begging you to come with. after all, you guys have been asking for this for the longest time.

you look at his hopeful face —one that he thought he was concealing very well— and sighed, flashing him a small smile. "fine, it's friday anyways so there's no school tomorrow. but you're buying me food tomorrow for postponing my catchup on beauty sleep," that is, if you can stomach the food, considering how you've thrown up almost anything you had for the past two days.

the thought of this mission going awry because of you being sick was almost immediately forgotten when you saw the huge smile on peter's face. he pulled you into a tight hug before letting go to jump on your bed. "we're finally gonna go on a mission alone!"

you laugh at his excitement though you wished he could lower down his volume because it was making your head hurt.

later that evening, you were in your room, sitting on the bed after having just finished putting on your suit when a knock was heard. after telling the person to come in, you met eyes with a certain blond haired super-soldier.

"hey, y/n." he greets, sitting down beside you. "hey, steve," you responded with a weak voice. he turned to you with a frown and you knew what was coming. "i'm fine, steve. i already had this conversation with pete. i just need sleep but i can get that after this mission. i'm not gonna be fine though if you wake me up at the crack of dawn to train when you know i just had a late night mission." you sassed, causing him to chuckle.

"okay, fine. i'm just worried about you two. you sure you're gonna be fine? don't need me to come along?" he asked, concern written all over his face.

"yes, steve. pete's been wanting a mission without you old folks for the longest time and i'm not gonna disappoint him by making you come along. we'll be fine, stevie. we're not little kids, we're avengers. we can handle finding a random chip in an abandoned building," you reasoned with him.

"it's not a rando— you know what? just be back home safe, okay kiddo?" he ruffled your hair, earning him a playful glare from you.

the swing trip to the mission location had you even more nauseous than you were earlier today and earlier today was worse than yesterday when the symptoms of your fever all started. you almost let go of peter because your body felt weak and now you were getting an earful from the boy.

"y/n, what were you thinking?! you could've gotten hurt!" he scolded you. you only looked down in guilt, biting the inside of your cheeks. "can we not do this now? let's talk about this back at the tower tomorrow," you waved him off, already beginning to feel the pounding headache getting worse. you started to walk ahead but then he gripped your upper arm, effectively halting you in your steps.

"y/n, if i hadn't grabbed onto you tighter the last minute, you could've plummeted 100 feet down to your death! did you know how scared i was?" his voice cracked and you immediately felt bad.

"you know you need to hold on too when i'm swinging us both! why'd you do that?" he yelled at you and you had to press onto your temple because of the headache that was steadily getting worse.

"look, pete, i'm really sorry about that, okay? that was unintentional but if you're gonna berate me over that, can you do that back at the tower?" you sighed, trying to shrug his grip off your arm but he kept it.

"you don't know the true weight of your actions, do you? you could've died, y/n! how do you think i would feel? being the reason my best friend died? having to go on with life without you? i can't lose you, y/n!" at this point, you could tell he was crying under his mask.

you felt bad. you knew you shouldn't have agreed to go on this mission knowing that you had been sick for the past two days. but you couldn't have let the opportunity pass. you couldn't bear to see peter disappointed after waiting for this moment for the longest time ever. but standing here, looking down as peter yelled at you while crying, you were starting to think that it was better to just see his disappointment. anything was better than seeing your best friend cry.

"pete, i truly am sorry. i love you and i would never leave you. but can we please get this mission over and done with so we can get back to the tower as soon as possible? we'll talk about this later," you told him and you immediately felt him let go of your arm.

"okay, fine! since you wanna get the mission done so bad, let's do it! i'll take the east side of the building and you'll take west. we'll split up so can find the goddamn chip quicker. that's what you want right?" and before you could say anything, the boy was already out of your sight.

you tried to keep your tears at bay but when that was the first huge argument you had with your best friend, it was kind of an impossible task.

so with your weak muscles and a breakdown that caused your headache to get even worse, you slowly trudged the west side of the building, looking for that stupid chip that the team wanted you to find.

you were beginning to think that the only reason the team sent you both here was because to find a tiny little chip in a huge abandoned building was like finding a needle in a haystack; definitely not something adults like them could bear to do.

but it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter since you guys could do it peacefully without being pestered every two minutes about your whereabouts during missions. it obviously wouldn't have mattered to you and peter because if that argument hadn't broken out, you two would be enjoying each others company as you looked for the chip together. you could've been singing and joking around like you two wanted to. but of course that couldn't happen because of you.

you stopped in your tracks when a particularly harsh wave of migraine hit you, causing you to lean against the wall. your vision blurred as you tried hard to clear it but it wouldn't. your throat was dry and it made you think; when was the last time you drank water? you barely had energy in you from skipping meals due to your inability to stomach them.

now you were actually regretting coming on this mission. the last thing you saw was the dirty walls decorated with spray painted graffiti.

"oh my god, is this it? KAREN, is this it?" peter asked his built in AI. "yes, peter, this chip matches the picture that mr stark sent you."

"yes!" he cheered, grabbing the chip and storing it safely. "this mission probably would've been a lot more fun if y/n and i weren't fighting. we would've had so much fun. these walls had countless of stuff we could've laughed and joked about." the boy sighed before pressing a finger to his comms.

"hey i uh, i found the chip. where are you? we can go now." he said, waiting for you to respond. but you didn't. "c'mon, y/n, it's been two hours. you can't still be giving me the silent treatment, are you?"

silence.

"look, i'm sorry for lashing out on you but like you said, let's settle this at the tower. tell me where you are. i'll come get you and we can swing back as soon as possible."

silence.

"goddamnit, y/n! answer me!" he huffed out in annoyance. and when he was met with silence once again, he decided to have KAREN do a scan.

"y/n is at the exact same spot you landed on two hours ago." KAREN showed him the scan of the building and highlighted where you guys landed on two hours ago. he felt his heart race when you seemed to be lying on the ground, motionless.

"what's wrong with them, KAREN? why is y/n lying on the floor?" he asked in concern as he sped up to where you were. "y/n seems to have lost consciousness. according to FRIDAY, they have been showing symptoms of a high fever since yesterday."

peter cursed as he ran towards you when he saw you from afar. how could he have not noticed that you were sick? and it wasn't a simple cold but a high fever. now he was the one who felt bad. he should've suspected it from how different you had been acting since yesterday. that must've also been the reason you couldn't hold on to him properly.

he immediately crouched down to you when he reached you, examining your body for any external injuries. he cringed when he saw dried blood on the side of your forehead. you must've scraped it upon impact on the rough concrete.

"how long have they been out?" he asked KAREN as he picked you up. he proceeded to web you onto his body as extra precaution in case he accidentally let go while he swung. "approximately 2 hours, peter. right after you stormed away angrily."

"okay, KAREN, there's no need to make me feel bad. can you call mr stark?" peter asks the AI as he frantically swings you both back to the tower.

"kid? what's up? did you find the chip?" peter could hear the background rock music being lowered down and from the metal on metal clanking, he could tell tony was in his lab.

"i did but can you, uh, please get medic ready?" he was breathless as he kept swinging from building to building all while holding onto your unconscious body. immediately the metal tinkering sounds as well as the music completely stopped.

"what happened, kid? are you alright?"

"i'm okay, mr stark. it's y/n. they fainted." he told the man. "fainted?" the man exclaimed. "what happened? how long were they out?" he urged the boy and peter could hear that he was walking quickly and he assumed it was to get the medic team ready and to inform them of the situation.

"2 hours," he admitted quietly as he landed on the tower's hangar. "i'm here. i'm bringing them down now." he ran down towards the hospital wing with you in his arms.

once he reached down, he was met with the team waiting, worry etched onto their faces. wanda was the first to notice him and peter saw that her eyes were teary. before he could say anything though, the medic team appeared and proceeded to cut off his webs wrapping you to him. they immediately put you onto the stretcher and they wheeled you into the room, peter's gaze lingering on your unconscious self once he took off his mask.

"what happened out there, kid?" sam asked softly when peter slid down against the wall, staring expressionlessly at the wall across of him. "peter."

"we had a fight, okay!" he let out, taking the team by surprise because he was always such a calm and patient boy. they had never seen him this angry or upset since they first met him.

"we were swinging and their grip on me loosened so i got mad at them. but they kept pushing the matter aside like it wasn't a big deal, like it wasn't a life or death situation so i lashed out and decided that we should split up to look for the stupid chip since they wanted to get back to the tower so bad." he explained, eyes red as he had been crying a lot that night.

"i tried apologising like ten minutes after but y/n didn't respond so i assumed they were giving me the silent treatment but i found them unconscious two hours later. i'm so sorry," he apologised, breaking down as he put his face in between his knees to avoid looking at the team. they were probably mad at him for letting this happen to you.

"kid, why are you apologising? it's not your fault,"

he slowly lifted his head up, to meet the kind smiles of the team. "because the only reason y/n probably went on this mission was because they knew how much i wanted this. they put their own well-being aside just to make me happy and all i did was lash out at them."

"how were you supposed to know y/n had a high fever? we all didn't know either. it's not like we spend every waking hour with th—" clint was immediately cut off when nat nudged him with her elbow. peter had an unamused expression on his face. everyone knew you and peter were practically attached at the hip, always having training, and not to mention, school together. you two even spent your free time together.

"what clint means," nat glared at the archer. "is that it doesn't matter how much time or how little time we spend with y/n. that kid is stubborn as a bull. they could literally have been shot and we wouldn't know until we actually see the wound. my point is, y/n's the type that doesn't want to worry us. and you're their best friend, they knew how much you wanted this mission so that's probably why they didn't tell you. you can't blame yourself for this, peter."

"i know but they did this for me and i got mad at them. they're a much better friend to me than i am to them." peter dropped his head back down between his knees.

before any of them could respond, doctor cho approached them. "as you all know, they have a high fever. i suggest you all come visit tomorrow because they most probably won't wake until then."

"okay, will do. thank you, doc." the doctor smiled before excusing herself. peter then got up to go back to his room to wash up after handing tony the chip.

tony could only sigh when he looked at the boy's back that was growing smaller as he walked farther away.

the next day, you woke up with a terrible headache but you had gotten used to it from the past two mornings.

"good, you're awake. how do you feel?"

you squinted to get used to the bright lighting and your gaze settled on the female doctor by your bed with a clipboard. "like shit." you croaked out. she chuckled. "that's expected. your fever has calmed down now, do you feel anything else?"

"this headache makes me want to rip my head out and i feel weak." she nodded, jotting down on her clipboard. "okay. that's all i needed to know. you should come to us if you're ever unwell, y/n." you gave her a guilty smile before nodding.

"there's a glass of water on the table if you want. the team wants to see you so i'll send them in?" you nodded and she left to bring them in. you looked at the bedside table, seeing the glass of water she mentioned and only now you realised how dry your throat had been. how you managed to verbally respond to doctor cho, you didn't know.

you slowly reached out for it, struggling because your whole body felt weak. "y/n! stay in bed, i'll get it for you." you heard a stern voice scold and you immediately fell limp on the bed.

before you knew it, steve was already by your side with the glass of water. he held your face in one hand while the other held the glass near your mouth. you smiled gratefully and took your time drinking the water, having been dehydrated before you passed out.

"you're still burning up," he noted, settling down on the chair beside you. the rest sat down too and you couldn't be bothered to ask how the heck were there so many chairs in the room. "how are you feeling, y/n/n?" bruce asked, sitting down across steve.

"like shit." you repeated your answer to doctor cho. before steve could open his mouth to tell you to watch your language, you turned to him with a bored look and a raised eyebrow, causing him to close his mouth immediately. boy, were you scary when you weren't about to take anyone's shit.

"why didn't you tell us you were sick, bubs?" wanda pouted, fixing your hair that you were sure looked like a bird's nest at the moment.

"i didn't want to worry you guys. you're adults who have much more important things to worry about. a kid throwing up and experiencing headaches shouldn't be your priority." you admitted, subconsciously playing with nat's fingers. she had gotten used to you doing that when you were nervous or overwhelmed so she let you.

"what are you talking about, y/n?" she held onto your hand, stoping your movements. "anything related to your safety and well-being is a priority to us. you had us worried sick last night, bub." she looked down at you with soft eyes, releasing her grip on your hands so you could continue playing with her fingers.

"yes, you worried us lots, y/n. wanda would not stop crying last night when she heard what happened." vision said, prompting a smack from said woman and a hushed 'vis!'.

"i'm sorry, guys. i initially was just going to stay in my room until i got better but when peter told me about the mission, i couldn't bear to say no to him. he was so happy about it and i didn't want to disappoint him. and i thought i could take it because it literally was the simplest mission ever. but the breakdown i had after our argument was physically draining and i guess i couldn't take it. i'm sorry. god, i only didn't want to disappoint peter but now i've disappointed you guys too." you bit the inside of your cheek to control your emotions, not wanting to seem even weaker in front of these adult superheroes.

"you didn't disappoint us, y/n/n," bucky started. "you've done so well, you've made us proud and you keep making us proud. we just wish you would tell us when you're sick or you just need someone. you don't have to keep everything to yourself. what are we here for? we love you and we're willing to do anything for you. you're our baby." he ruffled your hair and you give him a tired smile. "i'll keep that in mind."

"do you want anything to eat?" sam asked and you paused, trying to figure out whether you would be able to stomach some food or not. "you know what? i'm gonna go and make you some porridge right now. don't move." he told you, as if you could move with these overprotective heroes surrounding your bed.

almost immediately after, wanda got up too. "i'm going to make sure he doesn't burn the kitchen down." she said, leaving the room after a small peck to the side of your head. vision then left too after wishing you a speedy recovery. only bucky, steve, natasha and bruce were left.

"y/n, you know you can come to us if you're sick, right? i know you and you probably think you're troubling doctor cho if you go to her despite it being her job. but we're family, you can come to us anytime. you always help me when with 'the other guy' and you help everyone with basically anything they could possibly need so why wouldn't we do the same for you? you out of everyone in this tower deserves the most." your eyes watered at his speech. you pouted and looked at him with your doe eyes, making the rest of the team internally coo at how adorable you looked.

"bruce," you lower lip jutted out even more as you opened your arms for a hug which he happily accepted. "hey where's clint, tony and pete?" you asked them once you let go of bruce.

"clint went out to get your favourite smoothie from that place you always talk about even though i told him already that you probably don't want it since you're sick." natasha explained. "aw, i think i'm gonna drink it solely because clint made an effort to get it for me."

"you're too nice, bub. but expect it in an hour or so because i know for sure that idiot somehow got himself lost trying to find that shop." you chuckled at this, leaning back against your propped up pillow. "what about tony and pete?"

"peter feels really bad about this whole situation so tony is trying to cheer him up. wait," steve stopped mid-explanation, turning to the rest. "stark told us to get him when y/n's up..." he trailed off and bucky's eyes widened. "he's gonna kill us for him not being the first person y/n sees when they wake up."

"FRIDAY, inform stark that y/n is awake."

"oh yeah he has an AI why couldn't he just tell the AI to inform him instead of us forgetful humans?" bucky questioned rhetorically and before they knew it, they heard frantic screaming and thudding of footsteps before the door was open.

"my baby! you're awake!" was the first thing you heard when the door slammed open. tony rushed in, pushing bruce away as he immediately pulled you into a hug. "you're still burning up, cupcake. have you had anything to eat yet? drank any water yet? here have some water," he grabbed the glass of water steve helped you drink earlier and did exactly what steve did. you had no choice but to drink.

"sam's making them porridge," nat told tony and he turned to her with an incredulous look. "wanda's helping." she added and he sighed out in relief before turning back to you.

"cupcake, you had us all worried last night. please don't ever do that again, okay?" he said, gently caressing your cheek. you gave him an awkward smile. "where's peter?"

"he's taking a swing. he says it helps clear his mind," tony said. "how are you doing here? nice room? comfy bed?" he pointed to the bed you were on.

"i'd much rather be in my own room, on my own bed." and without a warning, steve already had you in his arms while tony went to go tell doctor cho that you were being moved. the blond super-soldier started walking while natasha walked closely behind, dragging your IV drip along so it doesn't get ripped out of your arm.

when you reached your room, you were gently put down on your bed and steve fixed your blanket so it was covering you. "comfy?" he asked and you nodded with a big smile.

"i have to finish some stuff up down the lab," bruce said and you nodded at him with a pout. "i'll come back sometime later, though. you better be resting up all day." he warned jokingly. he ruffled your hair, planting a kiss on your forehead before leaving your room.

"can you tell pete that i want to see him when he comes back?" you told tony and he immediately sent out a text to your best friend.

after about an hour of just steve, nat and tony entertaining you, sam came back with wanda with the porridge and tony insisted that he feed you or you he wasn't going to let you see peter.

"alright, bub, i think you should really get some rest now. you can barely keep your eyes open," nat says, already getting up with your empty bowl of porridge. "we'll tell spiderboy you're asleep."

"okay," you mumbled, eyes already fluttering shut. you felt every single one of them give you a forehead kiss and then you were out like light.

when you woke up later that day, you felt much better than you did the last time you woke up. you decided that you now had enough energy to take a quick shower so you did. once you were done, you dried your hair while humming to a random song before the door opening interrupted you.

your eyes met with peter's guilty ones. "h–hey, you're awake," he stated and you nodded with a small smile, sitting on your bed and peter doing the same.

"look, y/n/n, i'm really sorry about what happened. i shouldn't have lashed out on you witho—"

"pete," you cut him off. "don't apologise. i'd be mad too if you did something as stupid as that." you reasoned. "yeah but it's not like you did it on purpose! you had a valid reason and i got mad at you for it." he spoke in frustration.

"dude, stop. i'm the one who's supposed to be sorry. i should've just told you i was sick. but i didn't want to upset you because you've been waiting for this for the longest time. but i ruined it for you. i'm sorry, pete." you rested your head on his shoulder and he rested his on top of yours.

"i wanna say that i'm the one at fault but then this conversation won't end until like next week so let's just say we're both at fault, yeah? you need to start telling people what's happening with you and i need to be better at reading you." he said, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into a hug. you hugged him back. "okay."

the door then opened, revealing bucky with his stupid shit-eating grin and you knew what was coming. you let go of peter and immediately you were lifted off the bed and over bucky's shoulders as he excitedly chanted about team movie night.

the night was spent watching a movie with the team you considered your family and them pampering you even more than they usually did (which, frankly, was still too much) since you were sick.

and right when the movie ended and everyone was preparing to head in, the door to the common room slammed open and a disheveled clint entered, holding a single cup of smoothie.

"got your smoothie, y/n/n!"

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THE STEALER CHAPTER ONE: PULL THE TRIGGER

genre/warnings: angst, fluff, slow burn, enemies to lovers (?), kidnapping, criminal!tbz, mentions of guns & knives, quick mention of suicide

word count: 2,5k

summary: As y/n is leaved to close the store on her own, the last thing that she expects, happens to her

pairing: tbz x fem reader

“Y/n! You’re closing the store tonight, I have an emergency at home and I need to get going.” You hear your boss, Jiyoo yell from the back of the store as you put some new clothing items up on the racks. You sigh. “Okay!” You yell back at her and look at the time. 8:30PM. The store closes at 9 so you won’t be alone for a long time.

“The store is super quiet right now so I'm sure you can handle the last 30 minutes on your own.” Jiyoo smiles as she walks towards the entrance of the store. ‘I hope so.” You smile back.

She tells you to put the money in the safe and clean the store a bit and then quickly leaves the store, leaving you alone with 2 customers and the loud music of the speakers playing Bad Guy by Billie Eilish.

After the last customers leave, you look at the time again, 9:58. You make your way to the entrance to close the door and turn off the lights so nobody starts knocking, begging you to let them in, then you tidy some stuff up as you make your way back to the counter. As you reach the counter the radio switches to the news.

“The infamous criminal group ‘The Boyz’ have gotten away with yet another robbery just yesterday making it their 12th theft of the month. The police still have not been able to catch them due to the group's large number of members.”

You sigh. Instead of partying with your friends on this friday night you have been put in charge to close the store. “I don’t get paid enough for this.’ you murmur as you grab the money they earned today and start counting them. The sound of something falling shakes you out of your thoughts.

“What the- oh it’s just the broom that fell.” Just as you are about to go back to counting you hear a faint thud in the storage room. “Ok, I'm getting really scared now.” You whisper to yourself.

You decide to shake it off and go back to counting when you suddenly feel cold metal against the back of your head.

Oh fuck.

“Put the money down,''

You hear a male voice say. You do what he says as you start praying internally. You then feel a sharp object pressed against your lower back.

“Listen up, as long you’re doing as we say, you’re not gonna get hurt.”

‘That’s what they always say.’ You think but would never dare to say out loud. You’re on the verge of tears thinking this is your last day when you hear another thud.

“OW!” You hear another voice yell.

“Dumbass.” You hear another voice say.

‘How many of these motherfuckers are there.’ You think

“Grab some stuff over there.” You hear the one holding a gun against your head say as you see another figure grabbing the money you just dropped on the counter.

“I can’t see shit in here.” One of the voices further away from you says.

“Turn the lights on hyung!” The other one says.

You flinch as the lights turn on. Not daring to look at thieves. No Y/n u need to remember their faces just in case they actually don’t kill you. As you look up you make eye contact with the one that took the money. Your eyes widen at how handsome he is. “Bring us to the safe.” The one holding the knife against your lower back says. You slowly turn around making eye contact with the one holding the gun.

Shit, he’s handsome too.

You slowly start walking to the storage room.

“Changmin! Eric! We’ll be right back, grab everything you can!” Gun guy says.

When you arrive at the storage room, you walk to the safe and kneel in front of it, the three guys still behind. As you type in the code you hear a walkie talkie go off followed by another voice.

“What is taking so long.”

“Shut up, we just got to the safe. Anybody nearby?” The one without a weapon, as far as you know then, asks.

“No, it’s dead, everyone is going out a few blocks away.”

“Give us 10 minutes.”

“Fine.”

You take the money out and hand it to knife guy, who puts it in a bag.

“Please don’t kill me.” You plead.

“We won’t.” Gun guy says.

“Hyunjae, come with me. Juyeon, keep an eye on her.” Gun guy commands as he walks away with Hyunjae.

You took the opportunity to look at knife guy, Juyeon.

Fuck, he’s beautiful too.

You guys just stay there in silence till the two guys come back into the storage room. But this time they came back with the two other guys.

“Plan changed, we’re taking you with us.” Hyunjae says. Your eyes widen and you try to get up and escape. Just as you get up, Juyeon grabs your left arm, pulls you back and holds the knife against your neck.

“Do as we say and you will not get hurt.” Gun guy says. Your hands get tied behind your back and you decide to give in and follow the guys outside.

“Took you long enough.” You see three other guys waiting outside. One shows a bored expression, the other is very tall and the last is...very cute? They’re all handsome too. You mentally cry.

“Who’s that?” The ‘cute’ one says with a softer voice. “Our new friend.” Hyunjae smirks. You internally scoff as they walk you to the bus. When they open the bus you see three more guys.

How many of them can there be?!

“Hi, ooohh who’s that.” One of them behind a huge computer screen says.

“They brought a souvenir.” The tall guy that was waiting outside laughs.

They put you in the car and start driving. Tears are threatening to leave your eyes as you think about your friends and family. What if you get killed? Or they never let you go? or even worse… you get Stockholm syndrome?!?!

“What’s your name?” The ‘cute’ one with a soft voice asks you. You still look down refusing to talk.

“Cat caught your tongue.” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I’m jacob.” The one with a soft voice says, you look up to see him give you a soft smile.

“Y/n.” You murmur and the boys start introducing themselves to you. You nod at them and for the rest of the car ride you stay quiet.

After maybe 45 minutes the car stops and they open the door and help you get out. You look up to see a huge villa remote from the city. You guys make your way to the villa and once you're inside they guide you to the couch. They all sit across from you while Sangyeon stands.

“Y/n, do you happen to know who we are?” He asks

You slowly shake your head looking at the 11 boys. Wait. 11 boys? NO WAY! You suddenly remember the new reports for the last two months. You've been kidnapped by…

The Boyz.

You hear the boys laugh at your shocked expression.

“Listen up.” Sangyeon speaks up “It wasn’t in our plan to keep you hostage, but now that you’re here we’ve got to make the best of it haha. As you can see our house is very messy and we’re desperately in need of a cleaner. So we’ll point out your room for you to get some rest, you start tomorrow. Any questions.”

“I don't have any clothes to wear besides these.”

“Well thank God we robbed a clothing store.” Kevin laughs.

“We’ll make sure to buy all the necessities you need.”Sangyeon assures you. He tells you what time they’ll come and wake you up and commands Jacob and Kevin to bring you to your room while Changmin grabs some bed sheets and pillows.

As they open the door to your new room, you see that it’s huge and empty with only curtains and an empty bed in the middle of it.

“You can decorate as time goes by.” Kevin tells you and you nod. Changmin comes in with the pillows and bed sheet and the 3 boys help u set up the bed.

Once your bed is all made up, Younghoon comes in with two pairs of pajamas and some normal clothes for you to wear. All hail one size fits all clothes. Once you put on your pajamas, you lie in bed and think about everything that has just happened until you fall asleep.

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The sun shining through your curtains wakes you up. You groan in annoyance, put a pillow over your head and close your eyes again. Right as you begin to doze off again, your door opens. “It’s time to get up.” You hear someone say. You turn around to see Chanhee standing at your door. “Be downstairs in 30 minutes” He says, closing the door again. As you get up, you get a moment of realization.

You’ve been kidnapped…… YOU’VE BEEN KIDNAPPED! YOU NEED GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.

But how.

While you get dressed you think of all the ways you could escape. Jump out of the window? Suicide. Grab a knife and kill them? You would already have been killed before you stabbed one of them. Sneak out of the house while they’re sleeping? PERFECT. But you needed to stay a bit to figure out the plan in detail. You need to know your way out and their sleeping schedule, you also need to gain their trust. You needed to be super nice to them for them to trust you.

You take a deep breath and step out of your room. When you arrive downstairs you see that all of the boys are awake. “Good Morning!” Haknyeon jumps up from the couch. “Good morning.” You respond back.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Sangyeon walks into the living room. “Sit down, I'll explain what you need to do.” He starts talking about you making their meals and doing their laundry followed by cleaning the whole house. You mentally sigh. This isn’t going to be easy.

Kevin introduces you to the kitchen and offers to help with making breakfast.

“Haknyeon, stop it!” Kevin grabs the spoon that Haknyeon is about to dip in the soup.

For the third time.

“I’m just tasting it for you guys.”

“You’ve tasted enough, get out!” Haknyeon pouts as he walks out of the kitchen, making you giggle.

“So, Kevin, how many times a week do you guys go out to steal?” “Hmm, maybe five to six times a week. Why?” He looks up at you. “Oh just wondering.” You lie. “Must be tiring.”

You continue to make the soup while wondering if it was possible to escape while they’re out stealing. You decide to ask Kevin for more information and he tells you that it usually takes 30 minutes to an hour for them to finish a small mission and that bigger missions sometimes take up to three hours.

He also tells you that he, Haknyeon and sunwoo are in charge of hacking, Younghoon, Jacob and Chanhee are always on the watch and Sangyeon, Hyunjae, Juyeon, Eric, and Changmin are the ones in action.

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“Wow this is good!” Eric says, stuffing his mouth with the soup you and Kevin made.

I should’ve put poison in it, you think to yourself.

“So Y/n, tonight we have another mission and since we can’t trust you alone in this house we have to take you with us from now on.” Sangyeon speaks up.

Fuck.

“Sure” You simply say. “So what’s tonight’s mission about, hyung?” Changmin asks. “Tonight we’re robbing the new shoe store in town.”

And they all go crazy

“Finally! I needed new Jordan's.” Eric jumps up from his seat. “We should rob a Balenciaga store next.” Sunwoo sighs. After the boys finally calm down and finish their breakfast, you go wash the dishes while they prepare for tonight’s robbery.

Finally the time has broken for tonight’s mission. While in the car, Sangyeon instructs you to stay in the car with the hackers while the rest of them go to their usual position. When it’s time for the rest to leave the car, you lean back and sigh.

You have no phone, no nothing, all you can do is pray you get out of this situation soon.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself.” Sunwoo chuckles. “Leave her alone Sunwoo. Why don’t you come and look at how we work?” Kevin motions for you to sit next to him.

You sit in between him and Haknyeon and look up at the huge screen. Kevin clicks on a couple of things and all of a sudden a bunch of security camera screens pop up. In one of them you see Jacob, Younghoon and Chanhee on the lookout while the rest make their way around the back of the building.

“If I click on this, all the footage of tonight will be deleted, but I'll do that after the guys come back.” He points at a key on his keyboard. “Now we have to crack the password. Haknyeon?”

You look at your right to see Haknyeon click on a bunch of keys to reveal the password.

“1206” He says, and Sunwoo repeats it into the walkie talkie.

After 30 minutes the rest rushes back in the car with a bunch of bags full of shoes and money.

“We almost got caught.” Eric pants out of breath.

“I saw no one in the store though?” Kevin asks, while deleting the camera footage.

“There was this old lady walking in the alley and Eric started freaking out” Hyunjae huffs.

“So an old lady walking in a dark alley in the middle of the night isn’t sus?!” Eric yells, making the others laugh.

When you guys arrive ‘home’, you decide to go to sleep first because you're exhausted. When you lie in your bed, you fall asleep almost immediately.

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“I’m kinda getting bored of robbing, I need more thrill.” Changmin lay’s down on the couch.

“Yeah me too, I want some adrenaline.” Eric plops down next to him. “Try jumping off a cliff.” “Not funny, Sunwoo.”

“Oh! I have an idea!” Haknyeon jumps up. “Y/n is our maid now, right?” “Maid.” Younghoon snorts. “She’s cute, right? And we steal stuff, right?”

“Get to the point.” Sangyeon sighs.

“Let’s steal her heart.”

Hyunjae burst out laughing. “Are you insane? Why would we do that? That sounds so dumb.”

“You guys said you were bored and this sounds like a fun mission to me.”

“I agree, this could be fun.” Eric jumps up from the couch.

“So you wanna make her fall in love with one of us?” Jacob sits up. “Why would she do that, we’re holding her hostage.” Sunwoo laughs.

“That’s what makes it hard and more of a fun mission!”

“And when does the winner get?” Sangyeon speaks up.

“We have to do anything for that person for two whole years.”

“Are you out of your mind?” Hyunjae scoffs.

“I like the idea, I'm with Haknyeon.” Juyeon sides with the younger one.

“Fine it’s a good distraction, we need to get off the radar for a week, the police are still on our heels.” Sangyeon gives in while Haknyeon and Eric cheer.

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who you are

note: mostly made this for my own comfort, but i do hope it helps and/or comforts any fellow lesbians :]. i normally wouldn’t specify sexualities on any characters because obviously everyones going to feel differently about different characters, but like i said this started off for my own comfort bcs i was hashtag goin through it.

prompt: basically just reader struggling to accept themselves as a lesbian. sorry non lesbians :(

warnings: heavy heavy heavy on internalized lesbophobia. talks about comphet (trying to force oneself to like men) and wanting to be ‘normal’

thank u ally for proofreading <3

not tagging anyone just because i don’t want to trigger :[

. . .

you were wrestling with something, natasha could tell that much. your eyebrows were drawn together, eyes lost in a gaze. it wasn’t until the third time tony called your name when you snapped out of it.

“sorry,” you mumbled.

“well are you going to answer the question?”

natasha noted the tapping of your foot, knuckles cracking beneath the table. it was obvious you weren’t in the right state of mind to be answering any kind of question. foolishly, no one else picked up on that except for the redhead.

“what was the question?”

tony sighed, his patience growing thinner by the second.

“i asked if your report was done. it was supposed to be handed in three days ago, remember?”

your foot tapped faster.

“yeah- yeah, i’m almost finished.”

it wasn’t like you to be so late on things like this, you were usually on top of everything.

“you told me you would have it ready by today. this is the fourth time this month that you’ve done this. you’re dragging your ass and the rest of us are getting pretty tired of it.” a collective agreement could be heard from the team. all eyes were on you waiting for a reply.

if you hadn’t felt anxious before, you most definitely did now.

“it won’t happen again.” tony blew off your statement and rolled his eyes. you shifted uncomfortably, nauseous from all the negative attention.

you couldn’t help but wonder if they knew. maybe that’s why they were being so short. it made sense after all.

natasha tried making her way towards you, but she was stopped by steve’s hand on her shoulder. you were well past gone by the time she managed to scramble away from him.

your back pressed flatly against the wall, tears steadily falling down your face. hatred was all you felt. hatred towards yourself.

why couldn’t you be like the rest of them? why didn’t you belong?

whywhywhywhywhywhy

granted, you knew there was absolutely nothing wrong with being gay. that was never the issue. the issue was the fact that it was yourself, that there was no possibility for you to ever be attracted to men.

you were sure it would be a phase, that it would pass, that you would forget about it and never think about it again. you tried to go on dates, tried to form a relationship, tried to enjoy having sex with them. none of it worked, no matter how much you forced yourself to believe it would.

all you could think about was how sick and disgusting you felt. and the shit representation didn’t help your case at all. the media hardly ever portrayed a good, well-rounded lesbian character that wasn’t problematic, over-sexualized or dead.

the media only reiterated the fact that you were supposed to want men. you were supposed to find the right guy and fall in love with him, call him your husband and start a family.

a knock on your door pulled you away from your thoughts. you shuffled your way back to your feet, drying your eyes for good measurement.

natasha stood patiently, eyes drilled on your doorknob. if it were up to her she’d be picking your lock, but she knew that would be crossing a boundary. she went to knock again when your door swung open.

“hi nat.”

“hey,” her voice was soft. “you’ve been crying...” she pressed her hand against your face, thumb rubbing the top of your cheekbone.

you shrugged. it wasn’t like you could deny her, your red eyes had already given away the truth. “yeah.”

she hummed, “may i come in?”

you hesitantly moved out of the way to let her through, cursing at yourself for finding her so attractive.

“you know you can talk to me, you always do. why haven’t you said anything?” natasha moved to sit on the edge of your bed. “you’ve grown quiet these past few days, it’s not like you.”

“i’m just tired, worn out from work i suppose.”

she nodded, though she knew better than to believe such a lie. natasha could always tell when you were lying, something you both hated and loved at the same time.

you sat next to her after a friendly tap on the bed. her gaze made you feel like a little kid in trouble. it was as if she already knew and was prepared to say the worse.

“i don’t believe you.”

“well, i don’t know what you want me to tell you, nat.”

“how about the truth?” you scoffed purely out of defense. “and what good would that do?”

“it might relieve whatever you’ve got on your heart.” you met natasha’s eyes and your lip immediately began to quiver.

“i’m afraid you won’t be able to look at me the same.”

she softened, taking your hand in hers. “there’s nothing in the world that would change the way i see you.”

“you say that now, nat, but-”

“i wouldn’t say it if i didn’t mean it.”

you thought about it further. natasha had never been one to judge someone based on the things they’ve been through, the things they’ve done or the things that make them who they are. she saw people the way they were, nothing more, nothing less.

but what if she didn’t like you or see you the way you were? you weren’t sure you could handle the aftermath if that were to be the case. it was bad enough you struggled to accept yourself, natasha’s disapproval would only break you.

“i’m a lesbian.” a lump in your throat began to form and you found yourself crying once more. “i tried so hard, i tried everything i could think of, but i can’t, i don’t like men.”

you coughed, choking on your words.

“i don’t understand, nat! i don’t understand why i can’t be normal. why can’t i do it? if i just liked men i would be okay, i would be fine, i would be fucking accepted.” you paused for a breath of air. “i just want to be normal.”

natasha was taken back by your confession. it was nothing near what she thought it would be. she expected you to tell her you’d been stressed or that you were scared for the next mission.

“i’m sorry, i-”

the spy quickly cupped your face, tilting your chin upwards as a hint to meet her eyes again.

“look at me, c’mon, hey. you have nothing to be sorry for, don’t ever think that you do. i love you for who you are. there’s nothing wrong with being a lesbian. you’re normal, you’re who you are, who you’re supposed to be. you are real. i promise you are.”

without thinking you leaned into natasha, clinging on to her for dear life. her arms found their way around your body, hands rubbing your back up and down.

“you should be proud to be who you are, not ashamed. and if you’re not proud of yourself then please know that i am. i am so, so, incredibly proud of you, sweetheart.” she finger brushed your hair as you continued to cry. “shhh, you’re alright baby. i’m sorry you’ve been dealing with this alone.”

“it’s okay nat.” she gave your body a small squeeze, frowning at your response. “you shouldn’t have to feel like you need to force yourself to be someone or something you’re not. you don’t deserve to struggle so much for your own acceptance as a lesbian.”

you nodded, though she could tell you weren’t fully convinced. “the only opinions you should care about are your own and the people you love and cherish. i know that’s easier said than done, but it’s true. besides, what you told me just gives me something more to love about you.” natasha finished off with a delicate kiss to your forehead.

“this means a lot to me, nat. thank you, for everything really.”

“oh sweetheart i should be thanking you for trusting me with such an important part of you are.” you shied away, a growing smile forming on your face as you leaned into her shoulder.

natahsa smirked, clearly aware of the effect she had on you. “who knew you could be so cute?”

“nattttt.”

she rose her hands up in surrender, “alright, alright. i’ll stop on one condition.”

“what’s that?” you mumbled.

“would you let me take you out for dinner tonight? i’ll show you just how beautiful it is to be with a woman.”

“yeah, yes- yes please, that’s fine.” natasha could’ve sworn she heard your heartbeat quicken and she had to refrain from letting out a small laugh at your flustered state.

“we need to clear that little mind of yours. i’ll be back here at seven on the dot, okay?” a pat on the leg caught your senses as you watched her stand. the last thing natasha heard was the soft “okay” fall from your lips as she walked out the door.

you’d never been happier to be a lesbian in your life by the end of the night.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #black widow x reader #natasha x reader

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