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yourbestprincess · 6 months

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Uhhh this is so awkward to write but erm like can you write about jealous care sex with ellie

YES OF COURSE ANON!! :D

You’re mine.

Ellie Williams x fem reader smut! Dubcon, Ellie being aggressive and protective, Ellie beating the shit out of someone, Ellie is SO jealous, fingering, scissoring, Ellie eating reader out, Els being demanding as HELL. Kinda sorta proof read, I’ll read it again later :3 have fun!

Ellie has always been the jealous type. Another girl looks at you? She’s getting death stares. If another girl touches you or better yet, flirts with you? She’s in the goddamn hospital. Ellie will do absolutely anything to help her sweet girl (you).

It was a pretty normal day, you and Ellie decided to go out shopping with you because god forbid you go out alone.

“Princess, wanna go into this store? Looks pretty cool.” She says as she points to a camping store. You giggle at such a thing. Of course Els would pick that store.

You give her your puppy eyes, “Okay, hehe.”

You guys walk into the store, and Ellies already in her own little world, looking at the hiking shoes.

After a couple minutes, another masc girl comes up to you.

“You need any help?” The girl smirks as she talks.

“I-uh…I think I’m okay.”

“You just look like a lost puppy, hun. Don’t want you to be all by yourself.” The woman places her index and thumb on your chin to force you to look at her. You turn your head to where Ellie is to get her attention. She’s already looking at you two, and she’s fucking pissed.

She walks over with a burning anger, her eyes fixated on you and her brows furrowed.

“The fuck you think you’re doing?” She growls at the woman holding you.

“This your lost puppy?” She drops her hand from your face as you hide behind Ellie.

“Get the fuck off of her before I rip your goddamn face off, bitch.” At this point you can hear Ellie’s heartbeat and you can feel the heat coming off of her.

“Maybe you shouldn’t leave your puppy out on display for the people that want her.” The woman shrugs

Ellie rolls up her sleeves and swings at the woman. She pushed Ellie way too much.

“Els!” You exclaim as you hold her back. The other woman tries to fight off Ellie but Ellie is too strong. “Ellie! Enough!” Ellie gets up and wipes off her bloody knuckles off on her pants.

She throws you over her shoulder and runs out of the store. “Ellie! What are you doing?!?”

“Don’t worry about it, princess.”

Eventually both of you get to Ellies car. She drops you off in the passenger seat. You watch Ellie get into the drivers seat as she gives you a stern look. Is she…jealous..or upset?

You finally get to Ellie’s house as she demands you to get out.

“Go to my room. Now. This is your only warning, baby.” She tries to keep her composure.

You rush to her room, taking off your clothes until you’re only wearing panties, luckily you wore her favorite pair. You grab one of her shirts off the ground, throw it on, lay on her bed, and wait for her to come.

“Good girl.” She says, eyeing you down. She always turns you on when she looks at you with such lust…

“Anything for you, Els…”

She climbs onto the bed, putting herself in between your thighs. She pushes your panties to the side so that she has access to your sweet spot. She licks her middle and ring finger before ruthlessly pumping them inside of you.

“Els! Oh~ it’s too much…t’ much Ellie…” you whimper and cry out.

“Shhh, princess. You’re gonna take it like a good girl.” She growls, which makes you moan even more now.

“So good for me, baby.” She removes her fingers, making you whimper and feel empty. She licks one of her fingers. “So sweet, princess. You taste so good.”

“Ellie-“ before you can finish your words, her face is in your pussy. “Oh my- Els…”

Ellie mumbles something but it’s too muffled to hear anything. She roughly sucks on your clit while harshly fingering your g spot.

You can feel your orgasm building from everything she’s doing. “Ellie! I can’t take it! Please-“

Ellie rips her fingers out and lifts her head up. “Nope. You’re not cumming until I fucking say so.”

You go silent, obeying her. She gets off of the bed and takes her pants off. You hear the zipper of her jeans and you immediately know your gonna be crying by the end of this.

“Take those panties off. Now.” You obey, quickly sliding them off and tossing them to the side.

She gets back on the bed, pushing your legs apart and putting herself in between them. She grabs your hand and pushers your middle and ring fingers into her sopping cunt.

“Fuckkk yes, thats it princess. Tell me what you need me to do for you.” She barley makes out from getting finger-fucked by you.

“Need you to fuck me Els…please.” You look up at her and she could never say no to you when you look like this.

She positions herself to line up her pussy to yours. She starts grinding herself on you. Both of your moans fill up the room.

“Don’t you ever fucking let another girl talk to you or touch you like that. You’re mine.”

You nod you head, feeling your orgasm come close.

“Els! I’m so close, please..”

“Me too baby. Cum for me, be a good girl and cum for me sweet girl.”

As soon as she said that, both of your orgasms come crashing down, moaning in each others mouths as you kiss.

“Good job, princess. You feel so good. Sorry if I was a little rough…think I got a little jealous.”

#ellie williams smut #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie x reader #the last of us #ellie williams x reader #ellie smut #the last of us smut #video game smut

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andhumanslovedstories · 9 months

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That post seeking information on psych nursing was prompted by—well by a lot of things, I have a lot of feelings when I’m on that floor, chief amongst them being “I didn’t become a nurse to become a cop”—but in particular, a bit ago I was having a long conversation with a patient because they were feeling super nauseated but didn’t feel comfortable taking anti-nausea medication. And this patient was going through a lot (I’m gonna keep this pretty vague) and was fixated on this idea that someone at the hospital was poisoning their food for reasons explained to me in-depth. Okay, no meds then, we try some other stuff and I make them tea and we walk around, and they start feeling better thankfully, and even agree to take the nausea meds.

It’s been a good conversation and we’re really getting on, I think, so I talk with them a while longer, and we get back on the subject of the hospital, and the patient tells me a delusional thought they have about the hospital that was both impossible to be true and would be horrible if it was.

(This isn’t the delusion, but imagine it’s something equivalent to something like “the hospital gives out deadly nanotechnology to the nurses so that we can kill whatever patients we find annoying.” Something that is both evil and logistically impossible. We got a sternly worded email about too many employees using patient blankets for warmth and it was driving up the laundry bill, you know? Our unit is excited because we’re finally gonna get our own work phones instead of having to borrow everyone else’s. They aren’t giving us CIA murdertech and a license to kill. Also the vast majority of healthcare workers do not want to kill their patients. But again, just pragmatically, it’s not the budget.)

And I said something like, “For what it’s worth, I have never seen any evidence of that in my work. I know the hospital is a flawed institution, but if it was doing the thing you say it is doing, I could never work here.”

And the patient said, “if they’re doing what I say they’re doing, you have an obligation to keep working here so you could stop it.”

And god I’ve been thinking about that ethical argument ever since.

#nursing post

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snzhrchy · 1 year

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— ☆ Deja Vu !

chishiya shuntaro x gn!reader

summary; the patient you're looking after looks very familiar, almost as if you've known him for a lifetime. notes; i love making y/n a doctor/nurse in my fics (i'm projecting) taglist; lmk if u wanna be on it !

'If we ever get back, what do you think you're gonna do?' you asked, a simple question yet the answer to it was still unclear to you.

'I am already a surgeon so...' Chishiya responded after a moment. Though his face was covered by the darkness of the night, you could still see his smirk.

'No! I meant like... with your life,' you replied, 'like if I ever went back, I think I'd finally live my life, the way I want to live it.'

Being a nurse wasn't easy, it was even worse when many, many people got hit by a meteorite in one of the most busiest cities of Japan, you included.

Your injuries weren't as fatal as the many other patients and the day after you got discharged from the hospital, you were called back in to resume your job. Your injuries included a broken wrist and a few minor scars across your body.

The patients you were assigned were two young men, both of whom had suffered the same fate as you but their injuries were far worse than yours. One of them had various burn scars across his body and the other had terrible chest problems.

3 days after you resumed your job, the patient with ashy-gray hair was ready to leave as most of his injuries had been healed.

Though, you never communicated with the gray-haired man, there was something familiar about him. His facial features felt all too familiar, like you had seen him before or maybe it was just deja vu. You were very grateful that most of the time, he was asleep so he couldn't ever see you curiously examining his features.

The first time you ever talked with him was when you informed him of his release. It was also the first time you ever heard him talk. That feeling of comfort and familiarity was always present when you were near him.

'-please take caution however and if you feel pain in your chest, specifically...' As you explained to the patient about his now improved physical state, you couldn't help but notice his dark eyes fixate on you. His head was turned slightly to the side as he listened to your explanation. Though, you were unsure if he was actually listening to you or not.

'Do I know you?' he spoke at last, his voice was cold yet there was an odd sense of comfort in them; his voice sounded so soft.

'I don't think so?' your reply came out as more of a question than a response. He nodded, 'You were there? During the meteorite?'

'Yeah...' you trailed off as your eyes glanced at your injury for a moment. 'And they're still making you work?' He asked with an eyebrow raised.

You shook your head, confirming his statement.

You both stood silent for a few moments, he was propped up on his bed while you sheepishly stood there, toying with your uniform.

'Y'know, you really do look familiar to me, it's like we've met before but I don't know where,' you spoke, breaking the silence. 'It wasn't just me, then,' he said but it sounded as if he was saying it to himself than you.

Taking a gulp, you finally asked him: 'My shift ends in an hour, so what if we go visit the local coffee shop if you're interested, that is,'

He smiled - it wasn't a smirk but an actual, genuine smile, 'I'd like that.'

#aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya imagine #chishiya x reader #chishiya shuntaro #aib s2 #aib imagines #aib x reader #alice in borderland #imawa no kuni no alice #alice in borderland x reader #alice in borderland imagines

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strawbeerossi · 9 months

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Warmth

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When you end up leaving your winter clothes at home before leaving for a case in Alaska, you’re convinced you’re gonna freeze to death. Thank god for Aaron.

Content Warnings/Other: Course language, case matter (nothing specific), tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, little bit of awkwardness, a nice cuddle session in the end for the ole razzle dazzle

Word Count: 1.7K

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Fulfilling a request for my beloved @cr1minalskies, I hope you enjoy sweetie. 💐 I did change a few things up, however I still think I captured what you were looking for!

A/N: Also it’s my first gender neutral fic! I’m gonna try and do more Gn!reader and male!reader fics as well to branch out from my typical fem!reader

PS: This wasn't proofread, I just let my heart guide my fingers in writing this. Sorry if it's rough

How did you manage to forget a jacket? You knew that you were going to Alaska for a case and you knew damn well that the weather conditions would call for temperatures cold enough to turn you into an ice pop. It should’ve been something that was triple checked for; a jacket, a beanie, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, anything to combat the freezing temps.

Instead, here you were, arms pulled into your shirt as your bare arms were hugging your torso, trying to use your own body heat to bring warmth to your limbs.

Aaron had quizzed you on what you packed in your go-bag the previous night when you were being called in to go over the case at hand. You were confident to say that you were all set and packed enough warm garments to keep you toasty for a month straight.

What a big liar you were. It wasn’t that you purposefully chose to be freezing to the point where you felt your fingers were going to fall off, you just managed to grab the wrong bag out of your closet.

You strived yourself on having one bag for warmer weather and one for colder weather that you claimed to have labeled and ready for any last minute cases.

Weren’t you surprised when you pulled out a pair of shorts this morning, which ultimately led to you throwing every article of clothing out of their rightful spots in search of your sweater.

The end was near, that was all you knew. This weather wasn’t easy, especially due to it being mid-December. There was fresh snow blanketing the grass, the impending snowfall giving a harsher chill to the air.

You always thought that you’d be taken out by an unsub in the line of duty, an honorable death that had meaning.. What cruel fate to know that it was going to end with you being a popsicle instead.

With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were currently standing in the middle of the police precinct. You fiercely denied any kind of jacket from your work colleagues, even if Derek was trying to force his coat on you to cease the incessant chattering of your teeth.

Last thing you needed was for them to be frozen just because they were hellbent on helping you. That would just leave plenty of guilt on your end.

Aaron had taken notice of you earlier in the day though, his eyes fixated on your chattering teeth, blue lips, and rosy cheeks. You were freezing, so bad that you were shaking in your boots and yet you kept refusing jackets, even Spencer’s purple scarf that he’d never share under any other circumstances.

He’d finally had enough though when your nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s.

“As useful as you’d be navigating us through a winter storm,” Aaron began, a play on the old reindeer tale as he was taking off his puffer jacket and placing it on your shoulders. Unlike the others though, he held the coat in place while you tried fighting him on it.

“Please take it. I don’t need an agent in the hospital with pneumonia.” He stated in a simple tone. He may have had a hard exterior with a tough demeanor, however he wasn’t heartless and about to let anyone freeze.

However with the harsh cold outside, it was his turn to shiver. He knew he couldn’t go for a few days without a jacket, especially knowing this case could last days, maybe even a week because of how deep this damn lead was buried.

So, he’d managed to slip away in the middle of the day, en route to one of the shops in town where he could get a jacket. However, this jacket was for himself. As much as he loved his thick jacket, he would have to admit that you looked much better in it.

When he caught up to the team again, he acted as if nothing changed, even if you were paying attention to his new jacket, your heart dropping. You knew he’d end up freezing and here you were, selfishly wearing his jacket while he went out to buy a new one.

You felt like an ass, your brain not being fair by not reminding you that Aaron forced the coat onto your shoulders and how he practically begged you to wear it in order to avoid you getting sick.

Later in the night, you were gonna make it a point to go talk to Aaron, to return the jacket and tell him that you’d reimburse him the money for the jacket he’d gotten.

“Going to your boyfriend’s room, Y/N?” The words made you scoff, turning your head while making an obscene hand gesture at Derek. “Fuck off, man. I’m just going to return his jacket.” You huffed, unable to help the heat rising in your cheeks.

He was your boss and one of your close friends, although you knew that some part of you yearned to see Aaron in a less professional setting and a more intimate one. There was a delusional part of you that assumed that he’d reciprocate those feelings, that he’d want to be with you and give his all to you.

Vulnerability wasn’t easy for Aaron nor was it easy for you. The walls you both had up seemed impenetrable, even the toughest equipment not being able to knock them down.

That was what killed the hope of anything serious happening between you both. He was your boss anyway, you figured it’d be an HR nightmare in regards to filling out paperwork, fighting transfers, the lot of it.

After a brief knock against the hotel door, you let your hands hold the jacket close to your chest. Even in the hotel, it was freezing. You had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt and yet you were still shaking, the socks on your feet not doing anything to shield your feet from the freezing tile floor.

Why did it have to be Alaska? It could’ve been in Florida, or maybe even Texas. At least in those states, you wouldn’t be freezing to death. You’d opt for extreme heat to combat the chill.

You were being taken out of your thoughts as soon as you heard two locks clicking and the door opening. What was behind the door though had your eyes nearly bulging out of your sockets. This man was shirtless with pajama pants that hung low on his hips.

“How haven’t you frozen to death yet?” You asked, dumbfounded. You were covered head to toe and you were freezing but this man didn’t have a shirt nor socks and he seemed comfortable.

“You’re being dramatic, Y/N. It isn’t bad inside the hotel at all.” He commented, the normal stoic expression being broken by a lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t find me like this outside though.” He chuckled, now stepping out of your way as an invitation to come into his room.

“What are you doing up? Not that I don’t mind talking to you, you just seemed exhausted.”

“Well, I uh.. I wanted to return your jacket. I noticed you went out and bought a new one, it bothered me to know that I made you freeze while I was comfortable.”

The words had his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I offered you my jacket because it bothered me that you looked like you were locked in a meat locker. I’d say we are even, hmm?”

“Aaron,” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want to return it.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“What?’

“You look better in it than me. I couldn’t wear it around the team again without them telling me that I don’t look near as good as you.”

The words made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He thought you looked good in his jacket?

“Y/N, I’m serious. Keep it. It fits you nicely and I know for a fact that you’ll be warm. I won’t have to worry about you not having anything warm either.” Aaron had offered a smile before watching as you hugged the jacket without realizing, looking like you were going to faint.

“I don’t mean to be forward,” Those words made you feel like you were going to puke. “But I was just about to relax for the night. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

This was a dream. You’re dreaming. Aaron Hotchner asked you to spend time with him. One on one.

“Sure!” You said quickly while clearing your throat soon after. Smooth like crunchy peanut butter. “I mean, yeah. I would love to. I am freezing in my room anyway and yours seems warmer..”

The black jacket was being placed on the nightstand in the room while you approached the bed to sit down, Aaron nodding as he was seated beside you. “I’m sure it’s because my room is warmer.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone while he leaned against the headboard, holding up the blanket for you.

The minute that you were crawling beside him, you could already feel a warmth radiating from his bare skin.

Suddenly, you weren’t shaking from the air anymore. Your cheeks were pink, your hands on your lap as you stayed put beside Aaron. This seemed asinine. You never pictured him being the type to ask for company on a whim. If you were honest, you always assumed he’d be asking people to leave him alone instead.

It seemed silly because you’d known him for years now, however it felt like meeting him all over again. You awkwardly sat, gaze on the small television that was on some random channel just to fill in the silence.

“Y/N? You alright?” There was that concerned tone again. “I’m okay! Just.. Cold.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, gaze falling on your close friend on the team as he was offering a small smile, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders. “Well, you can get a little closer, if you want. I really don’t mind. I’ve been told that I’m like a human furnace.”

Well, he was hot, kept you very warm, and he was able to make you comfortable. Maybe that really was the case. “You’re sure it’s not weird?” Although your body was already leaning against his, your head was unable to help itself as it rested against his shoulder.

“Not weird at all.”

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prodigal-explorer · 4 months

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why i hate sunflower (sunny x basil) - a rather unprofessional essay

spoilers for omori below

and also i'm not gonna tag this as hate because it's literally just the truth. cry about it.

respectfully, it's a horrible ship. i might just be saying that because i hate basil, but i just cannot see it ever being healthy. basil destroyed everybody's lives with what he did, and even if they decide to forgive him, what happened to them won't just be reversed. not to mention the codepedent/abusive aspect of the whole situation.

basil expects sunny to dedicate his entire life to him and his emotional well-being. you shouldn't be responsible for anyone's emotional well-being when you're fifteen years old except for your own.

even in the game, there is evidence of something codependent. basil can't function like a decent human being when sunny explains that he's going away. basil literally HURTS SUNNY to the point where he needs to be hospitalized in an attempt to make him stay. and you think that would work romantically? heck no.

yeah, they smile at each other at the end, but does that really mean anything? forgiveness is great, but it doesn't take back what happened and the effects it had. sunny will always remember when he tried to leave and got his eye taken out.

and the fact that sunny is so heavily traumatized because of what basil decided to do to his dead sister is just insane to me. he's always going to see that image. i get that basil had good intentions or whatever but intention doesn't equal effect. if i ran you over with my car, it doesn't matter that i was twelve or that it was an accident. you would still have to go to the hospital.

and when people say "but he was just a kid he didn't know any better!". if basil had the cognitive ability to think of doing that, he had to cognitive ability to stop, or AT LEAST to admit what he did. if he did, then hero wouldn't blame himself for years and years, aubrey wouldn't have been abandoned, and mari would have been respected after she died. what basil did was extreme disrespect to the dead and it gives me chills just thinking about it.

and he did it to sunny's SISTER.

i just don't see why you guys don't care more about that? that's a bit more than a little red flag that is like a red ocean.

end of story, sunflower is a horrible ship and i don't get why the fandom is so obsessed with it. it makes me sick just seeing it.

especially when this is such a beautiful story when you look at it from a friendship pov! why does everything have to be about romance and uwu little gay boys? i know damn well if basil was a girl nobody would be shipping him with sunny, you guys just want a gay male relationship to fixate on and infantilize because that's what toxic fandom people DO. but that's a digression.

anyway if you like sunflower you're a threat to society. womp womp go cry. or better yet stop shipping it that would be lovely.

#sunflower #omori sunflower #sunflower omori #omori #omori game #omori spoilers #omori basil #omori fandom #omori sunny #omori mari #omori hero #omori aubrey

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whatdoeseverybodywant · 2 months

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All Falls Down - Chapter 10 Part II

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TRIGGER WARNING; HOSPITAL SETTING, MENTION OF CHARACTER BEING HOSPITALIZED, CHILD LOSS - INFANT CHILD LOSS MENTION OF THE R WORD

“I fucked up Jon..” Josh whispered over the phone, tears spilling down his cheeks. “I fucked up so bad”

“What you mean you fucked up?” Jon asked in a harsh tone before letting out a sigh. “Never mind we’ll talk about that later, don’t none of that shit matters right now Uce,” Jon paused and let out a breath of air. “Yana’s in the hospital Josh. Ms. Imani found her passed out in yall house earlier.”

“What” Josh whispered after a minute of silence, his heart beating profusely in his chest. “Whatchu’ talkin bout Uce?”

“Yo deaf or somethin’?” Jon asked, already irritated with his twin. “Just getcho’ ass back to Pensacola now!” Jon hurriedly hung up on Josh as the door to Kiyana’s hospital room opened and Trinity walked out.

“That was Josh?” Jon nodded and laced his fingers with his wife’s, placing a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Yeah, said he missed his flight, tryna get another one now.” Jon lied, trying to keep his face neutral because Trin always knew when he was lying.

“Jon -” Trinity started but then stopped herself and shook her head. “I know you lying.” She said glaring at him. “He better had a good explanation when he gets here.”

Hospital.. Kiyana’s in the hospital. Josh rushed into the bathroom of Shanté’s hotel room and threw up everything he drank and ate last night. He was sick to his stomach, his wife was in the hospital and he had cheated on her. He walked out of the bathroom, all his belongings before walking, panicking when he realized he was missing an important piece of jewelry.

“Don’t forget this..” He felt like he needed to go throw up again as Shanté sauntered over with his wedding ring.

“You gonna take that off?” She asked, her eyes fixated on his wedding ring as he pulled his shirt over his head,

“You want me too?” She nodded and he shrugged, sliding the ring of his finger and placing it on the nightstand before covering his body with hers, his lips meeting hers in a steamy kiss.

Josh blinks the memory away and leaves the room without saying another word to Shanté. He was lucky to find a flight to Pensacola on such short notice. The whole plane ride all he could think about was Kiyana and how he was going to tell her about his infidelity. He figured he should wait until after she had the baby, but he didn’t want to hide anything from her.

Josh walked into Kiyana’s hospital room, feeling everyone’s eyes on him. He took a deep breath and walked over to Kiyana’s bedside placing a soft kiss on her forehead. He looked over to his mom who was glaring at him, he opened his mouth but she shook her head and motioned for him to follow her as she stormed out of the room.

“What the hell son? I’ve called you like one hundred fuckin’ times!” Josh’s eyes widened at his mothers use of a curse word. She was fuming. Josh could count on one hand how many times she had used a curse word in his 38 years on this earth.

“Ma’ I missed my -” She cut him off with a loud suck of her teeth.

“I don’t wanna hear that shit Joshua! Your flight was last night after the show. How did you miss it? Matter of fact, how did you miss all the phone calls? And don’t say your phone was on silent either because I know damn well your ringer is always on because of Kiyana.” She finished with a glare that shook him to his core.

“I turned my ringer off because me and Key were fighting.” His mom’s jaw dropped open. “I know it was wrong and childish but she was ignoring me mom. I already feel like shi- I feel bad about it ” Talisua reached up and slapped him on the back of his head.

“You’re just like your damn father. The one time your wife needed you and you were too childish to answer the damn phone.” she muttered, before turning around and walking back into the hospital room.

With their mom and Ms Imani distracted by the doctors, Jon grabbed Josh’s arm and dragged him out of the hospital room and down the hallway a bit so they could have some privacy. “Damn Uce, hold on.” Josh said as he was literally dragged down the hall by his twin brother.

Once they were far away from having anyone hear them Jon pushed Josh against the wall and glared at him. “What the fuck did you do.” Josh sucked his teeth and sighed, crossing his arms over his chest and he looked away from his brother.

“You called me saying you fucked up and if I know you, you did some fuck shit and it envolves your marriage.” Josh bit the inside of his cheek and nodded. He needed to tell somebody and if he wasn’t ready to tell Kiyana, he needed to tell Jon.

“I cheated.” Josh took a deep breath and waited for the blow to come. Jon treated Kiyana like a sister, just like how Josh treated Trin. Everytime Josh fucked up Jon was on Kiyana’s side and this time would be no different.

“Are you retarted or something?” Jon asked, eyes blazing with anger, if Josh looked close enough he could probably see the smoke coming from his ears. “With who? Joshua?”

“Shanté”

“Yeah, you dumb.” Jon pushed Josh against the wall, ratling the pictures. “You so fuckin’ stupid. I told ya’ dumbass to stop even entertaining her and now look.” Jon sighed and rubbed his temples. “You gotta tell Kiyana.” Josh nodded.

“I know, I feel so bad, Uce.”

“As you should” Jon rolled his eyes at his brother before walking back down the hallway and back into the hospital room.

It had been hours since Kiyana had been admitted to the hospital, and Josh was now getting worried because she had not woken up yet. Even though the doctors said there was nothing to worry about and she had probably passed out from exhaustion, Joshua was still worried.

“We’re gonna go Josh.” Trin said as she walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Call us if anything changes.” He stood up and gave her a hug. He tried to give Jon a hug but stopped short at the glare on his face. Josh sighed, sitting back down as they walked out of the hospital room, leaving just him and Kiyana.

“I’m so fucking sorry Kiyana.” He whispered, bringing her limp hand to his mouth, placing a soft kiss on it. “Wake up please.” He looked down at his phone with it dinged with a notification

850-555-1232 :can you please call me it’s shanté <;3

Josh shook his head and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his hoodie before placing his head in his hands. He fucked up, big time and he knew once Kiyana found out, she wouldn’t forgive him.

“Someone important?” Josh’s head snapped up at the sound of his wife’s voice. “Hey Josh.” She whispered.

“Key.” He stood up from the chair and hugged her, the best he could with her belly and all the machines and wires in the way, “You had me scared as hell.” He passed her the cup of water that was on the tray when she reached for it.

“I’m sorry.” She said after she was done drinking. “I was trying to get everything done for my father’s funeral and I think I passed out. All I remember was that I was so tired.”

“You weren’t sleeping?” She shook her head

“No, I couldn't. I kept thinking about you and my father.” That surprised Josh.

“You were thinking about me?”

“Yeah, I didn’t like how mad we were at each other before you went back on the road. It was childish of me to not answer your phone calls and I promise I won’t do it again.” Josh blinked and swallowed hard, he had to tell her. He had to tell Kiyana how he broke his vow to her and fell victim to Shanté’s trap.

The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he just couldn’t say them. He wasn’t prepared to deal with the consequences of his actions, not yet.

“And I’m sorry for hounding you about not stressing yourself out, I could’ve been more considerate towards you and your feelings ,Key.” He finally said feeling like a punk ass bitch for not coming clean to his wife.

Kiyana smiled. “You know what today is right?” She asked, turning her head to look out the window. “It always rains on her birthday.”

“Yeah, I uh- I stopped to put some flowers and a balloon out at the cemetery before I came here earlier. I know you do it every year.” He reached over and gently wiped the tears off her face. “She would’ve been thirteen this year. And probably acting just like you.” They both smiled at the thought of how their eldest child would have been.

“Nah, I think she would’ve been like you. Quiet, reserved but if someone fucked with her it would be on and poppin’” They both let out laughs and Josh moved off of the chair and sat down on the bed next to her, grabbing both of her hands and squeezing them.

“That’s why I want you to relax, Key. I don’t want you to have to go through that again. You delivering Khalani and just the look on the doctor’s faces and hearing you scream and cry, holding her little lifeless body like that shit is embedded up here.” He let go of one of her hands to doink himself in the head. “I don’t want to be sitting with you in a couple years talking about what we think this child could be like. I’m sorry if me telling you to stop stressing upset you but you don’t deserve to go through none of that, we shouldn’t have to go through none of that.”

Kiyana couldn’t stop her tears even if she tried, just hearing how the stillbirth of their daughter affected him, had her seeing things in a new light. “I promise to stop stressing okay. I know it’s not good for baby boy.” She reached up to wipe the tears from his face.

“That's all I ask.” He whispered then leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to her lips feeling even more guilty about his adulterous ways.

Josh excused himself from the room as the doctors came in to talk with Kiyana. He walked down the hallway far away from her room and called the number Shanté texted him from. “I didn’t think you would call.”

“I only called to tell you what happened yesterday was a mistake and it ain’t happening again” Jos tried to hang up the phone, but something in him was telling him not to. He needed to hang up, him even calling Shanté was wrong.

“You still there?” She asked and Josh could hear the smirk. He sighed and dropped his head to his chest.

“Yeah, I fly into Houston for Raw on Sunday, I’ll send you my hotel info.” Shanté laughed and blew a kiss into the phone

“See you then.” Josh said nothing as he hung up the phone and slid it into his pocket..

“What the fuck did I just do?” He muttered, banging his head against the wall.

hey... again lol

How y'all feeling about this chapter? 🫣

Joshua is literally the worst and I hope this get-back bring him to his KNEES!

so if it's confusing (which i hope it's not) They got married 13 years ago when Kiyana found out she was pregnant for the 1st time, but they had some complications which resulted in a stillbirth. There will be more on this in a later chapter though I promise.

And if it's too triggering for some of you I wholeheartedly apologize, I'm just writing some of my past traumas mixed in this story. ❤️

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itsplumwriter · 4 months

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Worst Nightmare

POV: Bucky has a nightmare he has hurt his entire family, but has no memory of doing so.

A/N: So this was intense... I love that it's a dream but we have y/n's perspective as if it's real. I think this would be Bucky's worst nightmare if he had a family. I can't wait to write a part ii for this! Would you guys like to see that? (:

Warnings: wounds, blood, nightmare, implied children attack

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Bucky pulls into the driveway. He can't quite remember the drive home or what he was doing right before he got there, but his mind is fixated on changing out of his dirt-ridden uniform as quickly as possible and eating the spaghetti you promised you’d make him when he came home.

His shoulders relax as he approaches the door, fumbling for his keys.

“I’m home,” he calls out, tossing his keys in the entryway table bowl and dropping his work bag.

The lack of an immediate answer was a little odd. The announcement that he was home usually sent the boys rushing towards him at least.

“Doll?” he calls upstairs. No response.

It was strange, the house being so silent.

Then he hears a strained whimpering from the kitchen. He bolts towards it.

“Honey?!”

When he rounds the corner, his eyes widen.

You were on the floor, clutching your stomach. Blood everywhere.

Bucky rushes to you. “Y/n!! What happened??”

“Bucky... The kids...” you utter, as he eyes the large gash pooling blood on your abdomen.

“Your stomach...” he utters in horror, unable to focus on anything else.

He grabs the kitchen towel, trying to put pressure on your wound.

“James...” you say, grabbing his hands. “Check the boys... Upstairs...”

He stares at you, his eyes now red. He doesn't want to leave you, but he knows you won’t forgive him if he doesn’t put the kids first.

He secures the towel in place. “Keep the pressure on it.”

He runs up the stairs, two at a time.

He bursts into their room. “Boys!?”

Bucky falls to his knees when he sees what happened to them.

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You’d been sitting on the kitchen floor, breath hitching, barely hanging on, drifting in and out... but you needed to hear what happened to your kids.

You hear Bucky storm down the stairs. You’re not sure if you’ll be able to speak, but you’ll be able to tell from his face the status of your children.

So when he enters the kitchen and he can’t even look you in the eye, you immediately start crying.

You squeeze your eyes shut, tears burning through. It feels as though your heart’s been ripped out of your chest, worse than any pain from your injuries.

“It’s gonna be okay...” Bucky says. “You hear me?”

Bucky kneels beside you, gripping your shoulders, trying to ground you. You were inconsolable. You couldn’t even catch a breath.

He inspects your wound, eyes widening when he sees the towel hasn’t done anything, completely soaking in blood.

He looks down, trying to think. “I can fix this.”

You shake your head.

Bucky tries to carry you. “Please let me fix this.”

You push him away. You refuse to let him take you to a hospital. You already know it's no use.

Bucky sits beside you, defeated. He rolls his head back, the tears stinging his eyes. “This can’t be happening. Why did this have to happen?”

He buries his head in your neck, crying softly. "I can't lose you too."

You’re really weak, but you manage to rest your head on his shoulder. As soon as you do, his whole body shakes with sorrow.

The two of you sit on the kitchen floor, accepting the reality of it.

Suddenly, he pulls back his tears and takes a deep breath. He takes your hand and squeezes it tight. “Honey, who did this...”

Your eyes widen, shaking your head.

Bucky takes both your hands and puts them in his. “Honey, please. You need to tell me.”

You press your lips together, burning tears streaming down your face.

Bucky narrows his gaze, confused as to why you won’t tell him. “Honey, just tell me.”

You look him in his watery eyes. You hesitate for as long as you can. You weren’t gonna tell him. You told yourself you weren’t gonna tell him. His pleading blue eyes squeeze it out of you.

“You did.”

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storiesofsvu · 3 months

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Solace in Solitude Ch 11

Emily Prentiss x reader warnings: language, mentions of alcohol and tobacco, smut. Welcome to the beginning of the time jump chapters. in my mind each ** means that it's been at least two weeks since the last bit.

“Do you ever stop working?” Emily’s voice rang through the apartment, jolting you out of your hyper fixation spiral of the day when you glanced up at her.

“Huh?”

“You look like you’re cramming for finals right now.” She swiped a pastry off the counter, dropping down into the chair perpendicular beside the couch as you glanced around the room, letting out a small, embarrassed laugh.

“Oh god.” You dropped your hand into your face for a moment while she chuckled, what had started out as some research to combat the boredom of the day ended up with a bit of an explosion, and Emily was right. You had multiple pages open on your laptop, tablet beside you with a medical journal open and a pile of notebooks and textbooks spread out on the couch and coffee table. “Sorry, I didn’t meant to turn the apartment into a dorm room.”

You began to flip closed some of the books you were no longer working, piling them up so you weren’t taking up so much of the shared space. Groaning when a handful of high lighters toppled from inside a notebook to the floor.

“Don’t worry about it.” Emily shrugged, leaning forward to scoop them back up, dropping them into an empty coffee mug on the table, “what’s got you so invested?”

“Boredom.” You replied with a huff of a laugh.

“Okay but when I’m bored on a day off I end up numbing my brain with stupid tv not pouring over case files or true crime. You should’ve gotten out of the house, take advantage before the weather turns to shit.”

“I’m not just bored on days off, that’s the problem.” You sighed, relaxing back into the couch as you started to stretch out your body, realizing just how stiff your muscles and joints were.

“A trauma surgeon who’s bored at work? Okay, we definitely have a problem.” Emily half teased from her chair and you rolled your eyes.

“I don’t get a lot of patients out here and honestly being on your feet for that long is tedious enough but when you aren’t really in it anymore, it’s even worse.”

“Looking for a career change?”

“No.” You laughed, “before I got shipped out here I was working on start ups for a couple of different trials and I’ve always been super passionate about those kind of things. The medical field is incredible already but there’s so much that we either don’t know or can’t execute properly and figuring those things out just makes my brain happy.”

“You were a really big science nerd in high school, hey?”

“Oh shut up.” You tossed a pad of post it’s at her with a laugh.

“The hospital have any programs like that here?”

“Not really.” Your nose scrunched, “that’s what the other half of the research was, finding a home base to set up. There’s one in Germany that has insane tech but the language barrier has been tough enough trying to get information, a handful across the UK and a couple in France but nothing here.”

“Are you looking for an out?” She asked, cocking a brow in your direction and you shrugged.

“No... I mean as far as I know I’m here ‘til you’re cleared, I just… wanna have a back up plan, ya know?”

“Yeah…” she nodded, tugging her lip into her mouth and chewing on it as her gaze drifted out the window. You watched her for a minute, the way her brow scrunched, her eyes narrowing ever so slightly as she began to get lost in thought.

“Are you gonna go back?” You asked, almost timidly, continuing to watch her and her head tilted when she registered your voice.

“Hmm?”

“To your team? Or like, DC in general. From what I’ve gathered the world is basically your oyster.”

“It’s complicated.” She replied, her eyes still latched on the afternoon sky, “they were my family and I felt more at home with them than any place before but I don’t know how things are going to go… or if that’ll ever be home again.”

“Mmm.”

“Does that make sense?” She asked, suddenly looking up to you and you nodded.

“Yeah. But hey, Federal Agent means federal, you could pick up a job anywhere in the country. You’ve got tons of options.”

“Yeah...” She smiled tightly over at you before standing from the chair, “I was thinking stir fry for dinner? Use the rest of that chicken?”

“Sounds great.”

Emily jumped when the apartment door slammed shut, looking up toward the door to see you dropping your bag to the floor, kicking off your shoes and tossing your coat in the direction of the closet before you instantly disappeared into your room. By the muffled yell it was safe to assume that you’d dropped face first into your pillows to let out a scream. She thought about leaving you be, but you had left the door completely wide open and maybe you needed to talk, or a smoke and she’d be lying if she hadn’t been jonesing for one.

So she put down her book and tentatively approached the door, a chuckle escaping her lips as she found you having not moved an inch, face buried in the pillows, flat on your stomach. You were still in your scrubs, which she had never seen, you almost always changed at the hospital. It didn’t take a profiler to figure out that you had wanted to get out of there and home as fast as you could.

“You okay in there?” She asked with a smirk, crossing her arms over her chest as she leant against the door frame.

“Uggghhhh!” Was the response you gave without moving a muscle.

“I’m sensing a little bit of anger here… I’m guessing this isn’t a lost patient kinda thing?”

“No.” You grumbled, rolling onto your side to prop yourself up on your elbow, “just the most terrible, impatient, demanding, nit picky bitch I have ever met.”

“What was she in for?”

“Lipo.”

“Seriously? Why were you working with her?”

“She needed a couple of incisions redone, her doctor was out today and the resident didn’t want to go near her. I figured after you no one could be that bad, but boy was I wrong…. No offence.”

Emily barked out a laugh, “none taken.” Her arms dropped to her side as she stepped into the room, “you seem pent up, I think I may know how to help.” With a smirk she crawled onto the bed, gripping your hip to flip you fully onto your back.

“Oh?” You raised a brow.

“Yeah.” She nodded, her fingers delicately undoing the tie on your scrub pants, “think of it as an apology for being your second worst patient.” You laughed softly, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of her fingertips on your skin as they snuck into the waistband of your pants, “relax…”

With a gentle smile Emily tugged down your pants, tossing them to the floor before her hands softly glided up your legs, thumbs rubbing relaxing circles as she went. She massaged lightly, continuing higher up your thighs as you let out a satisfied breath and your legs easily fell open for her. She tugged at your panties, nudging at you to lift your hips so she could rid you of them, tossing them over her shoulder before she settled on her stomach between your legs.

Her lips softly kissed up your inner thigh, breath just barely hot enough where you were already craving it before she repeated the action on the other side, her hands soothing across your skin as she went. You let out an impatient whine and she chuckled, choosing to nip at your inner thigh instead, resulting in a gasp leaving your lips. Not wanting to frustrate you further her tongue darted out, flattening and licking through your pussy. The gasp you let out this time was louder, a hand shooting downward to tangle into her hair as your hips rocked upward. She chuckled softly into your cunt, kissing it gently before she began to eat you out.

Pleasure almost immediately began to soar through you, there was no doubt Emily was skilled at this and it wouldn’t take her long to figure out exactly what it was that made you tick. Her tongue sank into you, coaxing out your arousal, letting it smear across your pussy and down her chin. She licked up again, flicking at your clit and you moaned, fingers tightening in her hair.

“Fuck…”

She repeated the motion, her tongue slowly dragging through you before circling around your pulsing nub, creating a steady rhythm as your hips began to rock up against her mouth. You could already feel your pussy fluttering around nothing, the sparks flying through your body relaxing it, making all the worries of the day completely melt away. Your eyes slowly shut, letting the moment take over as you practically melted into the mattress, little moans and whines escaping your lips as Emily continued to eat you with expertise.

“Oh God…” You groaned when her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into her mouth, “more…”

You could nearly feel the way her lips curved up into a grin against your body, her tongue dancing patterns across your pulsing clit. A hand snuck up between your legs, the tips of her fingers toying with your juices before sinking into your pussy.

“Yes!” You moaned, nails scratching at her head, your hips jolting up off the bed.

Emily’s fingers pumped in the same pattern that she sucked on your clit, sucking harder when she curled them perfectly to hit the sensitive spot inside your pulsing walls. It didn’t take very long before you let out a soft cry, your thighs clenching around her as your orgasm washed over you. You heard her laugh softly as her lips finally popped off you, her fingers gently fucking you through your orgasm. She pressed a light kiss right above your clit before her tongue cleaned you up, careful not to overstimulate you before she nipped at your thigh again.

“Feeling any better?”

“Much.” You replied with a relaxed sigh as Emily shifted between your legs, sitting up at the edge of the bed so she could toss your clothes back to you, “could probably still use a drink though.”

“Yeah? How ‘bout a smoke?” She raised a playful brow and you laughed.

“Why the fuck not?”

“I’ll pour the wine.” She swatted at your calf, “grab a sweater, balcony’s a little chilly.”

You were standing in the kitchen, laptop open in front of you as you chewed on your lip, scrolling through page after page of recipes. Every so often your movement would catch Emily’s gaze over the top of her book and she would watch as you pulled open the pantry, staring into it. You’d shuffle a couple of cans or bags around, pulling things to the front before letting out a huff and moving back to the laptop. Her eyes would flick up again when only a couple of minutes later you would repeat the process with the fridge this time.

“Didn’t you pick up groceries like two days ago?” She finally asked and you let out a huff, dropping onto your elbows on the counter.

“Yeah. But my sister called a couple of days ago, freaking out cause she couldn’t find mom’s stuffing recipe. I didn’t even realize Thanksgiving was this weekend and now I feel like I’m missing out.”

“You wanna make a dinner?” She asked and you snorted.

“For just two of us? We’d be eating leftovers til Christmas. Besides,” you glanced over your shoulder, “a turkey isn’t fitting in that oven.”

“It’s overrated.” She shrugged, placing her book down on her lap, “everyone knows the side dishes and dessert are the best part of the dinner.”

“Yeah.” You sighed, your chin coming to rest in your palm, “but without it, the stuffing’s always dryer than it should be.”

“Could use a chicken?”

“Nah. Not enough space for how much stuffing a person needs.” Your nose crinkled and she laughed.

“Your mom make one of those over the top gourmet kinds with apples, cranberries and shit?”

“Ew, no.” You laughed, “bread, spices and practically a pound butter, the way it should be.”

“Well,” she pushed off the couch, padding over to the kitchen where she pulled open the fridge and pantry, “let’s figure this out. What do we need to go pick up?”

“Bread, potatoes,” you ticked off on your fingers, “gravy mix if we’re not actually gonna cook any meat, carrots… maybe brussels sprouts? I don’t like green beans, but if you want them.” You glanced over to her and she shrugged.

“We were never big on Thanksgiving. Wasn’t that much of a priority, and by the time I was an adult I was always working.”

“You never did dinner?” Your brow scrunched.

“Oh there was dinner.” She laughed, “mother would never waste an opportunity to host or show off, but she wouldn’t have even raised a finger when it came to cooking. Most years I’d finish a small plate, ask to be excused and go hide in my room.”

“What? No board games, football?” You asked and Emily barked a laugh.

“I was the only kid. This wasn’t like, a family gathering thing, this was my parents coworkers and people to make connections and network with, it was a place for a kid to be seen and not heard. Until of course my Mother was insistent I share what I was thankful for.”

“Ugh, the worst part of the meal.”

“Yeah, let’s get back to the best parts.” She grabbed the pad of paper you usually used for grocery lists, sliding it across to you, “you do main course I’ll do dessert.”

“Sure, as long as by main you mean sides.” You teased and she laughed.

“Of course.” She tossed you a grin, “and Carter…you’re not roping me into any fucking football.”

“Please,” you mocked, “you’re not ready for combat sports right now and I don’t wanna have to fix your rib again. I will however absolutely destroy you in Scrabble.”

“You sure about that?” She smirked.

“English words only!”

Emily shivered, pulling the blankets tighter around her and tucking them up right under her chin as her eyes wandered to the window. The weather had taken a turn for the worst, thick fluffy flakes of snow drifting through the air and coating the city. She’d already swapped her regular pyjama shorts for a set of pants, pulled a sweater over her shirt and grabbed a pair of wool socks. She’d stolen one of the blankets from the couch and still couldn’t manage to get warm enough in order to fall asleep.

You were faintly aware of noise outside your bedroom door and you did your best to ignore it, curling tighter under the blankets to hold onto sleep. Instead you heard your door open then swing shut and felt the weight of someone on your bed and you let out a small grumble.

“It is fucking freezing!” Emily’s groggy voice broke the silence of your room and you gasped when she pulled up the blankets, letting in a blast of cold air, “shove over.”

“What the fuck...” You grumbled, moving backwards on your side on the bed as Emily dove in next to you, quickly fitting herself right next to your body.

Letting out a reluctant sigh you wrapped yourself around her, spooning her from behind as you knew there was no fighting it. She snuggled deeper into your arms as one of her hands adjusted the blankets and you realized she’d brought the blankets from her room too. Her hand grabbed at your wrist, pulling it around her body in an attempt to get more body heat and you nearly shrieked.

“Jesus you are frozen!”

“I wouldn’t be in your bed if I wasn’t.” She replied, burrowing into the pillow.

You held back an eye roll, letting your arm settle around her body, hugging her closer to you as you readjusted back to a comfortable position, your hand softly rubbing at her arm. As you settled against her your hand slid down her waist, wrapping around the hip she had against the bed, making sure she was snug to you before it rested there, just barely sneaking under the hem of her shirt. Your fingers moved absentmindedly, drawing what you thought were soothing patterns on her skin, movement that would lull her to sleep. Instead Emily let out a soft sigh, her back beginning to arch into the touch as her ass pushed backward into you and you couldn’t help but let out a dark chuckle.

“You know..” you murmured, your lips nearly brushing the shell of her ear, “I’ve got an idea that may just warm you up, even relax you to sleep.”

“Is that so?” She asked and you just knew her eyebrow was raised.

“Mmhmm.” You nipped at her neck and her breath caught in her throat.

“Whatever you’ve got in mind, go for it.”

Your hand easily slipped into the waist band of her pants, sneaking down until your finger tips found her clit, starting to lazily rub it until she was letting out breathy moans, her hips gently rocking in time with your hand. Even with you barely touching her she could already feel the heat beginning to spark through her body, each brush of your hands on her skin warming her up, her pussy tingling, sending different kinds of shivers through her.

“That’s it…” you murmured, lips kissing at her neck as you coaxed her to keep rolling her hips and she let out a moan.

“More…”

A small laugh escaped your lips, nipping at her earlobe as your hand sunk further between her legs, fingers swiping through her folds before they sank into her pussy, earning a gasp from her. Emily tossed her top leg over yours to spread herself open for you and you took full advantage. The heel of your hand continued to grind against her clit while you fingered her, thrusting faster and harder than you had been before. She was already squirming in your arms, little whines breaking free from her lips, ones that turned into moans as your other arm wound around her so you could start to play with her tits through her shirt.

“Oh god…” she groaned, hips grinding down against your hand, practically begging you to never stop.

Your fingers curled inside her, hitting that sweet spot right as you pinched at her nipple and she gasped, her body jolting in your grasp. Your lips formed a smirk against her skin, continuing your motions, beginning to suck on her neck as your fingers thrusted in and out of her dripping pussy. Not wanting to leave her hanging your thumb shifted, starting to rub at her clit in time with your thrusts and she let out a louder moan.

“Fuck!” She muttered through gritted teeth, “oh god, don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

Her hips continued to grind down on your hand, her pussy fluttering around your fingers as you curled them a few times more, your hands toying with her body in just the way she needed it. It didn’t take much longer before she reached her peak, shaking in your arms, whimpers leaving her lips. Your hand slipped out of her pants, settling against her abdomen again as you felt her fully relax into your embrace.

“Christ…”

You certainly had warmed her up, a sheen of sweat coating her skin under all the fabric that brought warmth to the both of you. She was fast asleep minutes later, finally content with the temperature in the room and you weren’t far behind her.

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itslikeaspaceship · 11 months

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She’s not used to this kind of affection really. It’s odd, scary kind of, the way he’s so gentle with her. Maybe it’s because after the hospital she was convinced it was a one-time thing, that he’d only done it because she was to fragile for him to treat her any other way, but the longer they lived in Jackson the more she realized that Joel was just like this.

For such a large man, he was so insanely attentive.

At times it was even intimidating.

She remembers the first time he’d ever wiped food off her face. He had sighed beforehand, staring at her as she rambled on and on to Tommy about whatever dinosaur she was currently fixated on. She could see him out of the corner of her eye, and every second that passed with him staring at her, the more she’d talk. This wasn’t the first time adults had gotten mad at her for being excited, but Ellie wasn’t gonna back down just because he wanted some quiet.

Eventually the sighing stopped and he instead reached out his hand toward her face. That’s when she flinched.

Joel was a tough guy, sure, but she’d never gotten the impression he’d hit her. Apparently she was wrong.

She pulled back, taking a deep breath to prepare for the sting, but nothing happened. Peeking open an eye she saw that his thumb was resting against her chin, and he was simply just frozen in place. Even Tommy had stopped eating.

“You had some soup on your face kiddo.” He said, clearing his throat.

“Oh.” She leaned back into his hand then, allowing him to swipe his thumb along the juice on her face.

The rest of dinner was quieter, and she knew they were watching her, silently talking back and forth with their eyes.

It wasn’t like it was that big of deal, FEDRA agents did it all the time, it’d just been so long that he’d taken her by surprise.

Joel however didn’t see it that way.

When they’d gotten home, he’d ushered her inside, sitting her on the couch and demanding her to stay there. “I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

She listened for about five minutes until curiosity got the better of her and she ended up peeking through the curtains. She watched as he paced back and forth, jaw clenched while he muttered to himself.

She couldn’t understand why he was so angry about this. It wasn’t like she actually thought he was gonna hit her, it was mostly just muscle memory, and besides, it was a normal adult thing to do. Right?

When a kid messes up, that kid gets punished. She was talking to much when he might’ve wanted her to stop, so he was punishing her. Except obviously he wasn’t and maybe he was mad because she was convinced he was.

She bit her lip at the thought. Why wouldn’t her brain just fucking shut up for once?

“Ellie.” The door creaked and she jumped from her spot at the window, throwing herself back down on the couch.

Joel’s footsteps were heavy as he made his way to her, but his face wasn’t as harsh as before. She couldn’t decide if that comforted or scared her.

“Look Joel-”

“No ma’am.” He said, one finger flying out from his clenched fist. “It’s my turn to talk.”

Her breath was caught in her throat at that. Maybe she was wrong, maybe he was angry at her.

He was quiet for a moment, mouth opening and closing until eventually he began to speak. “When we were at dinner tonight, and I went to get that food off your face, why in gods name did you flinch?” Maybe he could see the fear in her then, and so he made sure to clarify. “I’m not mad, I promise, I just wanna know. I need to know.”

Even then she wouldn’t look at him, eyes glued to whatever surface looked the most interesting at the time. “It’s not even that big of a deal Joel. I knew you weren’t gonna hit me.”

From the corner of her eye, she saw his own widen for a split second. “Ellie.”

She groaned, tossing her head back. “Seriously Joel can you just let it go. I get it, I had food on my face and you were wiping it off. Now I wanna go to bed.”

She tried to jump up from the couch, feet carrying her as fast as she begged them to go, but Joel was faster.

“Ellie we are not done here.” He grabbed her wrist, making her jerk around.

“I don’t understand why you’re making such a big deal about this. It’s not your fucking problem.”

“The hell it isn’t. Ellie you thought I was gonna hit you, your insane if you think that’s not something we address.”

And maybe it was the confusion about this whole situation, but something in her snapped. “Why the fuck do you care?! You said it yourself, you’re not my dad, and I’m not your fucking kid so stop acting like this is something it’s not.”

She saw hurt flash in his eyes then and it made her feel physical pain knowing she was the one who caused that, but for some reason her mouth just wouldn’t stop.

“I know your pissed okay, but just let it go. It’s none of your business and-” Suddenly his arms were reaching out, and though she tried to fight it, he was wrapping them around her, pulling her as close to him as possible.

She didn’t react at first, body tense and arms straight at her side, but then Joel did something he’d never done before. He kissed her head.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered against her hair, his lips falling against her temple once more.

For some reason every bit of fight left her body then, and she completely crumbled against his chest, arms looping around him and squeezing him as tight as she could.

“I’m so sorry kid.” She didn’t mean to cry, but a few tears escaped anyway, and she just wiped her face on his shirt, relishing in the utter warmth it brought.

“I’m sorry that I ever made you feel like you were anything less then my kid.” He rubbed her back as he spoke, voice so gentle she swore it wasn’t really him talking. “And I would never ever hit you. No matter what you do, how bad it is, we keep our hands to ourselves. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” She whispered.

After that day, he saw the incident as cause to treat her like actual glass. His hands were so light everytime he touched her, cradling her against him like she was this precious thing. It was so confusing.

It would be different if she didn’t care, it wouldn’t bother her so much, but it hurt worse when she started craving it, and it became almost a problem when her body felt as if it was failing just because he didn’t kiss her head bye.

There was one day where he was leaving for an early patrol, and of course, he was late. And instead of the regular forehead kiss and Joel hug, he just yelled out his goodbye and ran out the door, promising he’d be back before dinner.

She hated that day. Every hour that passed all she could think about was how she wanted Joel. She didn’t eat lunch and barely touched her dinner.

Joel stared at her the whole time, trying to gently encourage to take a few bites, but it was like a switch flipped. Sure Joel was here but she hadn’t felt him, so why would she want to do anything at all?

“Ellie?” He gently toed her with his boot, eyes all soft and easy. “You gotta eat something baby.”

She just shrugged her shoulders, pushing some more food around with her fork. “I’m not hungry.”

“Not even for cheesy potatoes?” He said lightheartedly, putting his fork on her plate. And despite her mood, she couldn’t help but smile.

Cheesy potatoes were in fact her favorite, but the catch was, she never put them on her own plate. Instead, she let Joel get them in bulk and then she’d steal whatever she wanted from the pile, knowing he’d finish the rest. He always teased her about it, telling her to get her own food, but she saw the smile and the little shakes of his head that came with it, indicating he was in fact amused.

But tonight she hadn’t even looked at him or touched his plate for that matter, she opted instead to stare at her own food and dwell on why she felt so weird. It was a feeling she assumed that not even cheesy potatoes could fix.

“No.” She sighed, putting down her fork altogether.

Joel looked absolutely flabbergasted at that. “You’re not eating cheesy potatoes? The world must be ending. You feelin okay?”

She shrugged for probably the millionth time today. “Yup, just not hungry.”

He gave her a hesitant look, stopping his movements as well. “Hey, you sure?”

Fuck, why did he have to be so nice about it? So fucking gentle?

“Mmhm.” She mumbled, running her sleeve across her face to catch those stupid tears she hadn’t even meant to cry.

“Ellie.”

“No it’s good, I’m good.” She gave him what was probably the least assuring smile ever, and picked her fork back up to push some more food across her plate.

Joel didn’t like that, and so he stopped eating altogether. “Why don’t we just go home?”

She knew it wasn’t a question, and yet she still argued. “No it’s fine Joel, just finish your food, you’re hungry.”

“Mm, not really.”

“Jo-”

“I think I’ve had enough cheesy potatoes to fill both of us for a week, let’s go home.” Though this statement was said with love, she heard the demand in it. It was time to go home.

“Okay.” She said quietly, slipping on her jacket and racing out the door.

More tears threatened to spill over as she raced to the house, feeling Joel’s stare as he walked behind her. She didn’t understand why he couldn’t just fucking let things go. They didn’t need to talk about everything, which of course was what he was gonna do, but things would all be so much easier if he would just fight with her. If they would yell and scream, hell, sometimes she’d prefer him to just dig a hole and throw her in it. For some reason she felt it would hurt less then actually telling him what was the matter.

It would also be less embarrassing.

She swears she’s in the clear when she pushes the door open, already forming a plan to get him off her back, but she’s barely even inside for a minute before he’s right behind her, telling her to stop.

“Ellie.” That’s all it takes, one single word and she’s turning around, feet glued to the ground.

“I’m going to bed.” It’s defiant, an opening to an argument, but it’s easier then admitting what she really wants.

“No ma’am you’re not, sit down.” He points to the couch, slipping his coat off and tossing it on the rack.

Every muscle, every bone in her body says to keep walking away, to start a fight. But her mind won’t let her. She must stand there for what feels like forever debating whether or not it’s worth it, but when Joel looks at her, eyes still soft besides the gruff sound to his voice, she caves immediately. With a groan she begins stomping over to the couch, hearing Joel mumble something about dinosaur feet on his way to her.

Any other day she’d laugh, come back with some stupid statement about how he’s older then a dinosaur, but all she can think about now is the way he gently placed his hand on her shoulder when he walked by, how the place where it was is warm and tingly. How she feels like there’s a piece missing from her just because it’s gone.

“You gonna tell me what the hell is goin on or am I gonna have to beat it out of ya?” He says it with a smile, a ploy to get her to laugh. She doesn’t.

“Nothings wrong.”

“That’s not what I said.” He replies, hands clasped in front of him as he leans forward. “Talk to me kiddo.” He just stares then, waits for her to speak, to yell, anything. But she feels stuck, like she’s walking through quicksand, going so far down she can’t breathe, can’t see anything other then her own fear.

“Ellie hey,” He grabs her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. She cracks a little more, eyes growing misty as she feels his callouses touch her newly soft skin. Why is this so hard?

“Look at me honey.” He crouches down, hands on her knees. There’s warmth everywhere on her body now, reaching from the tips of her toes all the way up to the top of her head, and yet somehow she’s still so fucking frozen in place.

“I can’t” She croaks out, a little sob shaking her upper body.

This obviously scares him, she feels it in the way his jaws ticks a bit, his hands tightening their grip on her own. “Ellie I promise you, whatever it is, no matter how bad it is, you can.”

She fights for a little while longer, Joel’s thumbs keeping her grounded as they brush along the skin of her hands and every now and then her knees.

How does she explain this? Where should she even start? Hey Joel, I feel like a fucking mess whenever you don’t hold me all the time because I’m a little baby with absolutely no self-worth and can’t function unless you kiss my head goodbye.

That wouldn’t do. No matter how much it was true, it wouldn’t do.

The frustrations of not being able to voice it made her chest feel even tighter, her fingers instinctively curling around Joel’s as she fought to breathe.

“I can’t.” She says again, eyes closing shut.

She hears him sigh before he readjusts to sit on his butt, hands never moving from hers. “Try.”

“I-”

“Ellie try.”

She inhales deeply, still struggling to find her own footing. It’s like a war inside her brain. Tell him, don’t tell him, back and forth nonstop. The only thing that seems to quiet it is when he lifts her hands to his lips, kissing her knuckles and massaging her tense hands. “Try.” He whispers again, in what she reads as a plea.

But how?

“You know,” The words come before she can even understand what’s happening, and she starts to stop, but he whispers it again and so she keeps going. “You know in the mornings when you like, when you hug me bye or like,” She sighs, still struggling. “I don’t know, when you kiss my head and stuff.”

She thinks she sees recognition flood his face and for a moment can breathe. “Oh Ellie, if you don’t like that just….” Everything goes quiet and her ears start ringing. Just kidding, he doesn’t get it.

“No.” She says quickly, “no please it’s not that.”Confusion now, and she feels even worse. “It’s, I like it when you do that.”

“Ellie I’m not understandin. I’m sorry.” She inhales again, trying not to cry. It’s not his fault he can’t read her mind and it’s not his fault she doesn’t know how to speak it.

“Promise you won’t make fun of me? No matter how crazy.”

“I promise.” He says it with no hesitation, without even blinking. She thinks that’s a good sign.

She takes a deep breath. “I don’t like it when you don’t do that. Like this morning when you left without a hug and you didn’t do anything like at all I thought I was gonna explode the rest of the day.” She’s quiet for a moment. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me?”

Joel gives her a little smile, cupping her cheek. “Baby there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yes there is.” She says frantically, pulling everything away from him. “I’m almost fifteen, I should-I should be able to function by myself. I should be able to go to sleep without you around, I should be able to have a normal fucking day at school without needing your hugs. But I can’t do it.”

He opens his mouth to reply, eyes going even softer as he watches all of her frustrations fall into his hands. “Ellie.”

“No there’s-there’s something wrong with me, I know it. I’m like a baby and I shouldn’t-”

“Hey now,” He says, grunting as he moves next to her on the couch. “Don’t talk like that, you’re not a baby and there’s nothing wrong with you.”

“Yes there is.”

“Ellie listen to me.” He guides her eyes to meet his, rubbing his thumb along her cheek. “You’ve gone your whole life without anybody to hold your hand. Nobody to say it was okay when you were scared, nobody to take care of you when you’re sick. And your goddamn tough for that.”

She smiles a bit at that and he takes it as a window to keep going.

“But you’re still a kid, and kids need affection. It’s normal, hell,” He laughs, “Sarah still cuddled the same damn way you do. So it’s okay.” Ellie sniffles, nodding her head at his words. “And really the only difference between that babygirl and this one is that you have a shit ton of catching up to do. But it’s okay.” He repeats it, needing her to get it through her thick head. “You hearin me?”

He leans their foreheads together, his lips gently kissing her temple and she just closes her eyes, reveling in the feeling of his utter presence “Yeah.” She thinks she does.

“Good, now no more theatrics.” He says jokingly, pulling her to his chest. “Okay?”

“Okay.” She laughs, nuzzling into his side.

It’s still not easy really.

It takes her weeks to finally walk up to him and just wrap her arms around him in a hug, but she does it, and a little bit of the weight loosens when he rubs his hand over head.

He takes the whole thing like champ, tries to make it easier for her to come to him. She doesn’t understand what he does differently or if he even changes anything, but everything else seems to just fall into place on its own until eventually it becomes normal for her to randomly walk up to him and fall against his chest. No matter where they are or who they’re with she learns that it’s okay, cause he’s gonna pull her in close and keep her shielded from everything and everyone, every single time.

And now, instead of feeling likes she’s walking through quicksand, it’s like she’s standing in a field of flowers. Easy, safe, and most importantly, home.

#um yeah #don’t even wanna admit how long I’ve been working on this #and i would not get your hopes all crazy because I’ll probably come to the conclusion that to many things said are out of character #then h delete it #I’ve done it before 😭#anyway I do love this fic…….for now #and I sincerely apologize about the tense change and take full responsibility ✋#I didn’t even know it happened but it was honestly the only way I could get the story to flow #so apologies all you fellow writers #ellie williams #joel miller #the last of us #tlou #joel and ellie #these guys make me insane #but I love them

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Luke Alvez x Reader: Come Back To Me

Description: You get a haunting phone call after Luke is shot by an Unsub during a case.

Word count: 3,306

Warnings: Mentions of blood & gunshot wounds

A/N: Reposting againnnnn

Through gritted teeth, Luke’s hauled off the premise on a stretcher. His fingers trail down his torso until he grazes the source of his pain. The warmth of the blood drips down his shaky palm as he clutches his stomach tightly. Luke’s startled by the amount of thick, crimson liquid that’s seeping though his dark shirt.

He groans as the stretcher shakes lightly. EMT’s carefully guide him down the four front steps leading out of the house he’d just been shot in.

“You’re okay,” JJ follows closely next to Luke, her blue eyes clouded with worry. “You’re gonna be okay.”

Luke can only nod as a response. Although, neither he or JJ are entirely convinced that was true.

Just then, Luke’s squeezes his eyes shut, gasping as a shot of pain radiates through the entirety of his abdomen.

“I’ll call YN,” JJ says, “I’ll have her meet us at the hospital.”

“No,” Luke says sternly, lifting his head up the best that he can.

One of the EMT’s place a firm hand on Luke’s shoulder. “Sit back,” he orders.

But Luke ignores him. Using what little energy he had left, he waves JJ’s suggestion away. “Don’t call her,” he insists.

“Luke-“ JJ protests. He’d just been shot point blank in the stomach, in an attempt to deescalate the Unsub, a man named Chris Jones. Surely, he wasn’t thinking rationally.

But Luke shakes his head adamantly. “Do not call her,” he insists.

In the years since you and Luke had been together, things hadn’t been easy. You’d both met while he was still a part of the Fugitive Task Force- a career that proved to be daunting and challenging on your relationship. Luke’s job took him all around the country, occasionally internationally, as he hunted for escaped or missing fugitives. Him being away so often was hard on your relationship.

“I miss you,” he whispered one night, his voice low. Luke’s face lit up your phone screen as you laid in bed. Your eyes were heavy, but you’d been evading sleep. Luke was in San Diego, an entire continent away, and the time change had proved to be yet another wedge between the two of you.

You’d missed all of his calls in the previous two days. By the time he was awake, you were already at work. By the time you got out of work, he had been engaged in the midst of his chaotic day. And by the time he finally was settled into whatever motel the FBI had put him up in for the night, you were fast asleep again.

But that night you had waited up for him. And despite knowing that your alarm clock would be ringing you awake in less than five hours, you kept Luke on the phone for as long as you could.

“I miss you too,” you had said, your hand subconsciously traveled to Luke’s side of the bed, and balled into a fist when you had felt how cold and empty it was.

You had fixated on Luke’s eyes. And even though your phone screen and FaceTime couldn’t capture the depths within them, their warmth put you at ease. He made you feel safe.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. You didn’t have to ask him why. He knew how sad you got when he was away- how the distance between you two gnawed at you.

You pulled the comforter up closely to your chin and nuzzled into your pillow before smiling. “Don’t be sorry,” you told him. “As long as you come back to me.”

“Always,” he had assured you.

“Promise?”

Luke smiles and nods. “I promise.”

The two of you prevailed through Luke’s time at the fugitive task force. Things had even gotten better since he’d joined the BAU. Luke was still on the road, but is was far less frequent. He even made it home for dinner some nights.

The truth was, Luke knew how lucky he was to have found someone like you- someone so tolerant and supportive of him and his job. You put up with far more than any person should; missed holidays, dates, and birthdays, cancelled plans and long days without seeing one another.

But in the end, Luke’s safety was all that mattered to you.

“It’s okay,” you reminded him, every time his phone rang with a new case. You’d cup his face with your two hands and plant a soft kiss on his lips. “But promise you’ll come back to me.”

“I promise.” He’d whisper, leaning into your touch for as long as he could before duty carried him away.

Lying on the stretcher now, with the endless, dark sky casting overhead, all Luke could think about was your touch. He craved it- your fingers grazing the stubble on his cheeks, your forehead pressing against his own as he leaned in- the feel of your soft, delicate lips.

But Luke couldn’t call you, which is why he shoots JJ’s idea down so quickly. He can’t call you, because he knew this was your biggest fear- him getting hurt at work. And he can’t let you get that phone call, the one that would shatter your entire world.

Besides, he was going to be okay, he thought, as he grimaced through the pain. There was no sense in calling and worrying you over nothing. He’d go to the hospital, get stitched up, and then walk out of their good as new.

He made a promise to you- one he had every intention of keeping. He would come back to you.

…

The ambulance doors slam shut, leaving JJ outside the Unsub’s house with blood still caked on her hands and shirt.

She appears disheveled and in shock as Emily approaches her cautiously.

“JJ, what happened?”

JJ snaps her head to the side, meeting Emily’s gaze. “I uh-“ she stutters, trying to get her bearings. “I don’t know- it happened so quickly.”

Rossi’s quick to approach the two women, his vest still securely attached to his chest. He holsters his gun. “What happened?” He repeats.

The memory of being in the house with Luke start flooding into JJ’s mind with full force. There’s no logic or sequence to their arrival, they just come pouring back. She closes her eyes sharply, trying to regain her composure before speaking.

“We didn’t have time for backup- we had to go in, Jones had the girl” she explains, justifying her and Luke’s decision for the two of them to storm the Unsub’s house alone and with no vests.

Emily nods, placing a reassuring hand on JJ’s shoulder so that she can continue to talk. “He had her in the back bedroom. He the gun to her head when we walked in, but Luke-“ JJ pauses at the sound of his name. She bites back a few tears before continuing. “Luke convinced him to let her go. He told him to point the gun at him instead. So I took her out- I brought her outside, so she’d be safe. Before I could get back in the room, I heard the shot,” she explained. JJ wipes the tears from her cheeks with the back of her hand. “When I went in the back room, Luke was down and the screen to the back window was popped out. Jones had escaped.”

“Matt and Tara are after him now,” Emily said comfortingly, giving JJ’s shoulders a soft squeeze. “You did everything right.”

“I’m just worried about Luke,” JJ admits. “He told me not to call Y/N.”

Rossi’s face twists in confusion as he and Emily look at one another, surprised.

“To hell with that,” Emily says as she pulls out her cell phone.

…

The call comes through at 10:38 pm. The only reason that you know is because the time displayed on your TV screen is the only thing you can stare at as Emily tells you that Luke’s been shot.

Your heart had sunk the minute you saw Emily Prentiss’ name flash across your phone screen. Luke had saved her as a contact in your phone, just in case of an emergency. Your voice is already shaky when you answer.

It waivers even more as you ask the daunting question you’re not even sure you want to know the response to. “Is he alive?”

Emily hesitates, “He was conscious before being loaded into the ambulance, but he’s being taken to the hospital now, I’m sorry I don’t know anymore.”

The news that Luke was awake and alert after being shot is enough to have you jolting off the couch. You use your shoulder to keep your phone pressed to your ear as you rummage around the living room for a jacket and your keys, all the while asking Emily what hospital Luke was being sent to.

The ride to the hospital drags on agonizingly slow. You’re grateful that Luke was working a local case and know that anything further than the forty minute drive you had to make would have been just pure torture. Throughout the entire drive, you battled back and forth with your thoughts, trying to push out the fact that Luke might not make it. The idea was unfathomable to you- so there was no point in dwelling on it.

You found yourself repeating a mantra the entire way.

“He’ll come back to me,” you whispered as you drummed your thumbs anxiously on the steering wheel. “He’ll come back to me, he’ll come back to me, he’ll come back to me.”

You hurl yourself into the E.R. of the hospital Emily had told you about with what little force you felt you had left inside of you.

You’d only met Luke’s team twice, but you easily spot the FBI agents as the three disheveled people in the waiting area.

The first to spot you is Emily. She’s comforting JJ, who’s hunched over in a chair, her head resting in her hands. Reid is sitting next to JJ- his face contorted in a way that makes it look like he’s in pain. He watches as JJ remains distressed.

“Have you heard anything?” You ask nervously as you approach the group.

JJ’s head shoots up just as Emily and Reid look towards you.

Emily sighs, walking to meet you. She laces her hands together in front of her as she speaks. “They took him into surgery about twenty minutes ago. I expect we won’t hear anything for a little while.”

You nod, the news washing over you. Pressure builds behind your eyes as the tears start surfacing.

Emily places a reassuring hand on your back as she guides you towards the chairs. You take a seat next to JJ, before wiping the wetness from your cheek.

JJ turns to you then, her eyes clouded and tired. She takes your shaky hands in her clammy ones and assures herself that you’re looking at her before she tells you slowly, “I am so sorry.”

You shake your head, not even bothering to hold back the tears that were flowing down your face now.

You were worried about Luke. Your entire body was wracked with anxiety and fear that Luke would not survive the night- but as you looked at JJ- her sad eyes and unruly appearance, you felt nothing but empathy. She had been through something horrific tonight- something with Luke- and you weren’t entirely sure you wanted to know what that was. But no matter what the outcome of the evening was, you knew you could ever blame her.

Gently, you gave her hand a squeeze. “It isn’t your fault,” you say.

She exhales sharply and looks away as a tear escapes down her face. When she meets your gaze again, she nods and offers you the slightest of smiles.

She doesn’t let go of your hand.

…

A steady, rhythmic beep comes into focus in Luke’s mind. As he wakes up, he finds himself concentrating on the sound. He keeps it at the forefront of his mind as he starts to become aware of other parts of his body- and the pain that encompassed them.

The beeping starts to speed up as Luke becomes more alert. There’s a rustling noise beside his bed and then suddenly, something soft and warm is gripping his hand tightly.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, you’re okay-“ the sweetest sound fills his ears. It’s just enough motivation for him to find it in himself to open his eyes, as tired as they feel.

He’s so glad he did- because he’s met by the only thing in the world he ever wants to see.

You’re standing over his bedside with a furrowed brow and worried eyes. They’re encompassed by deep, purple marks beneath them, indicating to Luke that you hadn’t slept in a while. He sighs a breath of relief at the sight of you, as he thinks that you look more beautiful in that moment, than ever before.

“You’re okay,” you repeated, your voice lighter. It was almost as if the more you repeated the phrase, the more you believed it.

You sat in the chair next to his bedside. “Thank God,” you exhaled sharply, your chest caving in as you spoke. You bowed your head to Luke’s bed and brought his hand, still clenched in both of yours, to the top of your head. You let out a whimper as you cried, the relief that he had finally woken up overwhelming you.

Luke frowns at your current state knowing that he was the reason you were sobbing at his bedside.

“Hey-“ his croaked, looking down at your heaving frame. He lifted his other hand, moving it so that he could caress your hair softly. “I’m okay,” he reminded you of the words you had just spoken.

You lifted your head then, sniffling loudly. Luke relaxed a little when he saw your lips tug into a small smile.

You nodded at his reassurance. “Yeah,” you said. You pull one hand away from his to wipe your tears with the sleeve of your sweater. “You are.”

Luke moves his hand and gently dips his thumb down the length of your soft cheek. You lean into his touch and squeeze your eyes shut. Another wave of tears start to wash over you.

“Don’t cry,” Luke begs, his face twisting at the sight of your sadness.

You shake your head. “I was so worried,” you tell him between sniffles. “I thought-“ you let your voice trail off as you reimagine the unthinkable. “I thought you were going to die.”

Voicing the fear that had held you captive for the last twelve hours, as you waited for news from the surgeon, is what makes you break. Your shoulders shudder as you start to sob and your cheeks sting as more tears rub them raw.

Luke attempts to move forward in his hospital bed. He wants to console you- to just scoop you up in his arms and engulf you in his embrace. As he shifts, the IV in his arm gets tugged, reminding him of his limitations. He helplessly shifts back against the pillows and sighs.

“Please,” Luke mutters. He gives your hands a tight squeeze. “Please don’t cry.”

The rapid release of tears is still evident on your face, but you make an effort to control the sobs that threaten to wrack your entire body, at Luke’s request.

“I should be the one comforting you.”

Luke shakes his head.

“Yes,” you object, nodding fiercely. “Yes, I should- you were shot… and here I am. A blubbery mess, getting snot all over your wounds.”

Luke’s plush lips pull into a tight smirk. “You can snot into my wounds any day, baby.”

Laughter spills from your mouth involuntarily. “You’re disgusting,” you tell him.

Luke smiles back. “I know,” he says. “But I love you so much.”

You look deeply into Luke’s brown eyes, marveling at the depth of their warmth underneath the fluorescent lights. You sigh a breath of relief at the sight of them, realizing that they never failed to make you feel secure. You trace the side of his face lightly, his eyes growing heavier as you continue the soothing touch.

“I love you,” you tell him, right before his eyes fall shut.

…

There’s a significantly greater number of people gathered in Luke’s hospital room by the time he wakes up a second time. His eyes wander the hectic area, grazing over everyone, until he lands on you. He sighs a breath of relief at the sight of you, curled up on a chair in the corner, nursing a cup of coffee and wearing the same, tired expression on your face.

“Hey, you’re awake!” An excited voice rings through the room.

Reid is at your bedside, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

Luke nods. “Yeah, I- uh, guess I fell asleep there.”

“You need the rest,” Emily states. She’s standing at the foot of Luke’s bed.

“How do you feel?”

JJ stands and approaches the other side of Luke’s bed. At first sight of her, Luke can’t help but feel guilty. Her cheeks are hallow and her eyebrows furrowed. She looks like she hasn’t slept in days- which he was probably to blame for.

Looking back, Luke knew he should’ve waited for backup. He should have never led JJ into that house without it.

“I’m okay,” he says before lowering his voice. “Hey, I uh- I’m sorry.”

JJ scoffs. “You’re sorry?” She asks, in disbelief. “Why the hell are you sorry? I’m the one who got you shot-“

“No,” Luke states clearly. “JJ, no. This wasn’t your fault. I should’ve waited for backup, okay?”

The look on her face tells him she doesn’t quite believe him. “Okay?” He repeats.

She lowers her head, tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear before nodding.

“What happened to Jones? Did he get away?” Luke asks his team.

Matt, who’s sitting adjacent to you, speaks up. “No,” he tells Luke. “Tara and I found him hiding in the shed in his backyard. We got him.”

Luke sighs a breath of relief. “And the girl?” He asks JJ.

She smiles, her first genuine smile in the past day. “She’s okay, too. Because of you.”

After a few minutes of visiting with his team, they slowly start to file out of the hospital room. Emily orders him to get some much needed rest before exiting the door, leaving him and you alone.

For a moment, you stay curled up in the hospital chair in the corner, just gazing at Luke adoringly.

“What?” He asks, questioning your stare.

“You’re a hero, you know?” You tell him.

Luke rolls his eyes.

“JJ told me what happened. You saved that girl.”

Luke looks away, embarrassed by your claim. “It’s just the job,” he says. “Any one of my team members would’ve done the same thing.”

“You’re all heroes then.” You stand up and pull a chair to his bedside. “But you’re my hero.”

Luke scoffs lightly, but you ignore him. Instead, you collect his hand in yours and pull it up closely to your lips, planting a soft kiss to his knuckles.

Luke tugs on your hands, indicating for you to lean closer to him on the hospital bed. You take his hint and close the rest of the gap between the two of you, wasting no time before softly pressing your lips to his. The familiarity of the kiss eases some of the nerves that have been coursing through your body. You relax into his touch, letting everything- his warmth, his smell, him- engulf you.

You pull back from the kiss, but Luke’s quick to move in again, this time pressing his forehead tightly against yours.

“Thank you for keeping your promise,” you whisper, leaning into his touch.

Luke nods against you. “I will always come back to you.”

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Okay . She mass on my gate until the Baldur is effected . Is this Anything .

Like I said b4 … Wyll is a human Spectre with artificial biotics that Mizora funds and controls . Hidden face of the Alliance he probably doesn’ t have any identifying symbols but he’ s . He is the Omniblade of the Frontiers . You feel me ? He would be a Sentinel honestly … the class just fits him the best … Rarely gets actual assignments but always has access to a ship , aid , evac , etc due to being a spectre and also … Mizora … she is not letting him go he is her magnum opus .. like I also stated b4 the artificial biotics definitely have very Adverse and Dangerous side effects , so he has to keep up with a lot of medication and routine hospital checks and medical testing , but he also cannot have it removed unless Mizora willingly removes it , because she is the only one that really can ..

Karlach . Okay . So . She has to be like a Cerberus Super Solider Test right . Like she was under Project Zariel and the whole point was to make an extremely powerful and unbeatable soilder , leading to still having her heart replaced with a mechanical replacement . That is still killing her because it’ s not like it was anything more that a prototype , and she escaped before it was fully fixed and updated so she could live without needed it monitored and constantly tweaked 24/7 .. now I know that this would make her human but the vision of Krogan or YAGH KARLACH is also fucking dope .. sorry Yagh Karlach is like cocomelon to me right now . Honestly I think that’ s gonna be the only way . Yaghlach …. Full solider class , something like a Dragoon without biotic whips

Astarion is Ardak-Yakshi . Look me in my eyes and tell me I am wrong . I am not . Um I think huntresses are like . The asari term for infiltrators … he kinda has to be that . When he was being transported to the Monastery , the ship got attacked and Cazador was the one to “ save him “ . Now , here’ s where I am pondering . Cazador can be another Ardak-Yakshi , targeting others when they are being transported to the monasteries , and is trying to like . Set up his own personal army of them . You know how Morinth says that Ardak-Yakshi are the perfect future of the Asari race ? Yeah . He’ s taking that to heart . OR . Or . He can be a scientist . Human , maybe , or whatever . But he is a non-asari Fully fixated on Ardak-Yakshi and trying to understand how it develops and how he can utilize it . Can he somehow develop something to mimic this power , can he work backwards to recreate it … etc etc

… Lae’zel should be a Prothean survivor . I was kinda going back and forth between Quarian or Batarian , but she would be a fucking Prothean !!!!! Avatar of go fuck yourself . She would be similar to Javik and be an avatar of something very similar . Revenge , I think . I think she would choose Revenge to be what she represents. I mean , Protheans and Collectors echo Gith and Mindflayers to Be Clear and Frank .. Prothean born near the end of her original cycle and was forced into a cryopod .. ohh wouldn’ t it be fucked up if Voss gave up his pod for her ? Like he knew they would need her and her youth and her ability to adapt for the next cycle and made sure she would survive .. ORPHEUS . Ohh okay . She thinks that he was a betrayer and ratted out Prothean resistance groups but she learns through having access to the archive and with new research that he was the last standing against indoctrinated groups trying to betray a save zone … yeah … Vlaakith is like . Sovereign . And keeps trying to speak to her through the collectors and trying to convince her to join them . She also probably preys upon her fear of being forgotten or failing her duty .. Ohhh fuck yeah

Gale is . Okay I have Two Ideas . The most ‘ correct ‘ one is that he is a Drell biotic who would be like . A wandering scholar ? Like his purpose is to gather knowledge and experience and bring it back to Kahje . Mystra could be the one he serves in a Compact , alongside other drell like Elminster .. he’ s been sent off world after getting too cocky and overstepping in the eyes of Mystra , and he needs to go learn humility before he can return back . He’ s an adept .. trying to translate the orb … either it is Kepral’s Syndrome and he’ s gone without care for it for a concerning stretch of time , or it could be related to biotics in some way … how ? Good question . But honestly it would make the most sense if he did have Kepral’s Syndrome in place of the orb . Okay second idea that I won’ t go with but i like . Geth Gale ( chose the name Gale based on the definitions of both a strong wind and an outburst ) who is now an outlier Geth .. MYSTRA was like . A group name for his collective mind until he was cast out from the group . YOU GOTTA ADMIT YOU GET THIS VISION TOO

Shadowheart . I really like her as a Quarian .. Quarian who was taken away from the fleet and raised outside of it .. being told all her life her family gave her up and traded her so they couldn’ t be exiled from the fleet .. So she lives in full resentment of them and the fleet and other Quarians she sees on pilgrimage because of how cruel it was for her to not have that , that her family gave her up and never tried to contact her , that the fleet would be so cruel to her and allow such a trade off ... but that isn’ t actually true . She was forcefully taken and raised by non-quarians , mostly because they saw her as a chance to try and understand the Quarian immune systems and responses and use that research for riches … if they can reverse engineer a way to artificially boost immune systems and make Quarians pay a random for it , then.. project SHAR . That is what I’ ll call it . That is also why her hand is constantly injured they’ re running tests and using that wound like a controlled variable . Aylin and Isobel are Quarians too , and Aylin has been on a hunt to find Shadowheart since she learned of her kidnapping .. she’ s the team medic but also the engineer … spirit guardians are still a thing they are drones that shoot rockets at you

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NOTE EXCHANGE

PAIRING: Tsukishima Kei/Reader

CONTENT: note-passing, reader calls tsukishima babygirl

WORD COUNT: 0.9k

You remember the first time you saw Tsukishima. It was during one of his volleyball practices; you were simply taking a stroll when you noticed the door to the gym building was wide open and then decided to adhere to your human instinct that was nosiness by sticking your head inside. Though you weren’t — and still aren’t — well-acquainted with the mechanics of volleyball or whatever, he looked pretty cool the one (1) time you witnessed him block the ball before you hurried away to the nearest vending machine to bully some snacks out of it.

Then you remember talking to him for the first time — or rather, attempting to. Really, you try not to think about the interaction that much because it gives you second-hand embarrassment looking back on your past self, who, you aren’t sure how but somehow, had developed something of a crush on Tsukishima. (Ew! Yuck! Blegh!)

“Excuse me?” you whispered to him. He sat only a few feet away in front of you, so you figured he’d be able to hear you just fine, and if he was any closer, you were sure he’d be able to hear your heartbeat racing. “Could you help me with this question, I don’t und—“

Without even sparing a glance at you, Tsukishima replied curtly, interrupting the middle of your sentence, “Ms. Sato would be more than willing to help you.”

You cringed a bit but quickly recovered as much of your dignity as you could and did as told, standing up from your desk. He seems to think he’s the shit for whatever reason, you thought to yourself as you made your way toward the teacher’s table. What an insufferable scrub, you continued to bitterly muse.

But next you remember, a few weeks later, being assigned as partners for some project in school and visiting his house to work on said project. You remember meeting his family, how you were greeted with such great hospitality that it almost made you queasy; remember the days where you’d prolonged your stay for so long that his mom made him walk you home just to be safe and eventually the days where you were invited over even when there was no longer a project to work on.

You remember when everything finally clicked into place, when he was no longer an insufferable scrub to you and you were no longer like a rash on his arm, a stressful presence in his life, as Tsukishima so kindly told you once, that stayed around just because of the fact that his mom thought you were kind of funny.

The word relationship tasted strange on your tongue for the longest time, but you got over it anyway.

And now you’re in class, sharing AirPods — one in your ear and the other in his. In your ideal world, you would’ve been sharing wired earbuds, perhaps on a bus or train, to fulfill your Pinterest couple dreams, but given the two of you are in the middle of a lesson, you suppose that this is as romantic it’s gonna get.

Even so, you fixate your eyes on him, giving him a placid stare as the new song blares in your ear. Tsukishima, for some reason, pretends not to notice this, deciding to instead focus on writing down notes.

In a moment of silent rage, you tear off a large piece of your notebook paper and begin scribbling something on it. Once you decide you’re done, you crush it into a ball, extend your arm outward to your right, and drop the note on Tsukishima’s desk, all while making intense eye contact with the words written on the chalkboard up front as if that indicates you’re paying attention. You’re only lucky that the teacher’s attention isn’t on the class at the moment.

Tentatively, Tsukishima flattens the piece of paper out of its wrinkles with the palm of his hand, smoothing it once and then twice before reading its contents.

Can you change the song plz ♡ xoxo [Y/N]

He glances back at you, giving you a questioning look. You’re not sure why because you think your message was clear enough by itself. Regardless, you respond by pointing to your ear, distaste written all across your face. Tsukishima’s gaze doesn’t waver until you blow him a silent yet dramatic kiss.

Trying his best to ignore the immediate reddening of the tips of his ears, he writes something down in response to your note. After a few moments, he crumples the paper and tosses it onto your desk in a much more discreet manner than the way you did it.

Why?

Not too long passes before you send it back.

This song is an earsore ♡♡

Forgetting for a brief moment that he’s in class, he audibly sighs. The teacher shoots him a glare, which he ignores.

Not that I don’t agree with you, but I can’t change the song right now. My phone is in my backpack. It’ll be too obvious.

Booooo you SUCK!!!! ♡♡♡

You’re going to eventually fill up the page if you keep adding so many hearts.

Live with it babygirl my love for you has no limits ♡

You carefully watch his reaction as he reads your last message. Finally, with another annoyed sigh, he reaches into his backpack, and a couple more seconds pass when you hear the beginning of a new song.

Don’t say things like that. You were right though, that song was getting unbearable.

No you changed it cuz you love me ♡♡♡

His reply arrives after some minutes, for no apparent reason.

Maybe. ♥︎

You look up and Tsukishima’s smiling at you — faintly, but it’s definitely there, vanishing off his face almost as soon as you see it. Perhaps you’re still like a stressful rash on his arm, but if he has to be honest, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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the-fluff-piece · 1 year

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A heart for a heart

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader fluff story

Part 2!

...where Law decides to take you with him, but he cannot bring himself to actually spend time with you. Instead, he lurks behind corners and gets very lovesick. What's life on the polar tang like if you're a fresh pirate? Let's find out!

Here's part 1 if you missed it

Here's part 3

Themes: law is gonna talk really mean to himself over being a little cowardly creep

You

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes was his face: Trafalgar Law, the surgeon of death, the pirate, the samurai of the seas. His blue eyes were fixated on you. The dark circles under his eyes told you of his exhaustion. You recognised him from his wanted poster - he had an extremely high bounty for a newcomer.

He had told you how he had saved your life by giving you a new heart with his strange power. You could finally take deep breaths, think clearly with a quick mind - things that you thought you had lost forever. Thanks to him. "I am not doing this for free, mind you", he had told you eventually, after you were finished expressing your gratitude. He had a wonderful deep velvet voice, it was almost hypnotic to listen to him. "Your village offered beri and provisions as payment for your treatment, but I think it's only fair that you earn your life for yourself, don't you think?", he told you and you just nodded, even though you weren't sure what he meant. "It is decided than. You will work on my ship until you have cleared your debt to me. You have until noon to pack your belongings. We will leave for the next island, soon" He didn't wait for your reaction, he just left you in the hospital bed you woke up in, inside his strange, dark ship.

When you returned to the island, everyone in the village was so happy, and you and your brother celebrated your new life. When he heard what the price was, however, the cheers stopped. Your brother begged the pirate to take him instead, he was stronger than you after all and far more useful on a ship. But strangely, the captain persisted that you come on board. Everyone, pirates and villagers alike, where not thrilled by this idea. But, as he pointed out, he did save your life. And a deal was deal - any price would be payed.

So you packed your few belongings to earn your second life. He told you he would release you from his service in due time. This was only temporary, and you got to see the grand line. This wasn't all bad, you thought. Surely, he would realise that you where pretty much useless in a fight, that you weren't strong or skilled enough to navigate or repair the ship. You already saw lots of cleaning and cooking in your future.

They assigned you hammock in the crew quarters where everyone of the crew slept except the captain. It was a strange gathering: a giant, a bear, some weird guys with masks or hats that conceiled their faces - but you quickly got to know them as kind people, even if they were an odd bunch. Ikakku, the only other girl on the crew, took you under her wing to show you everything. Trafalgar Law however was rarely seen.

As expected, your duties consisted of mostly cleaning and cooking, since you where unfamiliar with the complicated mechanics of the submarine and fighting was not on your list of skills. The captain sometimes called you in for follow-up examinations when he would check your heart and general health. He didn't seem especially happy about your presence, even though it had been him who insisted on having you on the ship.

You thought the crew might come to loathe you as dead weight - but in fact they were happy to have help around the ship, especially since your cooking was far better than Bepos.

They even began showing you basic skills to survive in a battle, even if it was just evading hits so you wouldn't get hurt. Shachi and Penguin showed you a few moves with the sword, while the giant Jean Bart taught you about basic battle tactics. You got to help Ikakku fix up the machinery and learn about what a technical masterpiece the submarine really was. Evenings were spent talking and laughin around the table with the others, playing cards or drinking. The first weeks went by in a blurr and you learned and experienced so much, it seemed like half a lifetime has gone by.

It was disappointing that Law basically lived in his room the entire time, you had expected that he would take more of an interest in you, since it was him who wanted you on board. After another evening with your new crewmates, you felt invigorated and brave enough to just ask him on your own. It was widely known that Law didn't really sleep early, so you were confident that he was still up. You gave the door a knock.

you heard a shuffling noise and soft swearing behind the iron door before it was yanked open and you stood in front of an exhaustet and ungroomed, shirtless man. The tattoos on his hands were known to you - but not the giant jolly roger on his chest. You stared at his chest. The two of you needed a few moments to realize what you were seeing. You regained your composure first, trying to hide your surprise with a little cough.

"If this is a bad time I can always come back later? I just wanted to talk to you about something..." you explained to his shocked face. "Uhm...not at all. What do you need?" he asked suddenly casually leaning in his doorframe. Behind him was a pure mess of books, clothes and other scattered things.

"Well, I just asked myself...why did you want me here? I am not a very good pirate" you whispered, increasingly insecure about your idea as you saw his eyes draw together and his mouth forming into a pout.

"What, you want to leave?" he grunts.

"Uhm, I mean, I am grateful that you saved my life, but I feel that I cannot really help here." Your voice was a high pitched whisper just about now. His stare was brutal, his blue eyes cold as ice. His mouth twitched a few times as he tried to form words.

Pinching his nose, he finally answered: "You are right, you don't seem useful right now. I'll think about it."

Without waiting for your answer, he slammed his door shut.

That was a big pile of nothing, you thought.

What an ass.

Law

Idiot, what have you been thinking?, Law asked himself as he studied his exhausted face in the mirror. Taking an innocent civilian onto your ship because you can't handle your feelings. What kind of pathetic coward have you become? Lurking around the girl on your own ship, like a creep, Law thought.

He didn't eat, he didn't sleep, he was hyper aware of where she was at any given time on the ship, watching her from afar. His obsession was frightening to him. Whenever he caught a glimpse of her, his heart would jump into overdrive; when she wasn't there, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything else.

When he decided to finally approach her and talk to her like a normal person, his courage vanished. As soon as he heard her voice an saw her smile, all the lines he had thought of seemed to fall out of his slacked jaw. In the end, he ordered her to an examination that she didn't need - it was just drtving his need to see and touch her. Her recovery was going great, she put on a healthy weight, her strength came back, her skin was practically glowing with life and beauty.

When he let his hands glide over her, her soft skin was like a drug to him. When he told her to remove her boiler suit and her top, her very own scent intoxicated him. And it drove him insane, knowing he couldn't have her. He executed every kind of tactile examination he could possibly think of to postpone her leaving, and prolong his shameless ogling and caressing. She patiently endured all of it. So innocent and trusting. Did she see him as a saviour or a monster? His heart was beating so hard he was sure that she could hear it. Did she suspect something? She didn't seem aware. When he was out of body parts to check he begrudgingly told her that she was in excellent health and could go about her day. She thanked him, got dressed and left the examination room, leaving behind a desperate man. His knees gave out and he sank to the floor. A pile of misery.

His strange behavior even went so far that he stole one of her used shirts, just to have her scent with him when he tried to sleep. He grasped the shirt in front of his chest and buried his nose deep in the fabric, imagining that she was lying beside him. It was a bad substitute, but better than nothing.

His angry eyes stared back at him from the mirror. He was unkempt and unshaven, his face pale and dark rings hung under his eyes. He looked like he was now the one who needed a new heart.

And how would he keep her safe? She was just a girl, he couldn't have her in a fight like at sabaody, or what if she got kidnapped? He didn't think about any of that when he had the glorious idea to just take her along. Shit.

He splashed cold water into his face to calm down. He had to get her back home. Had to turn around, find the island again. He would have-

Bepo stood in his door, silently staring, Law jumped: "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!", he screamed.

"Long enough to see that you look like shit", the bear stated.

"Don't just say that to your captain!", Law reprimanded him. "Sorry", Bepo let his head hang down. Law buried his face in his hands out of frustration. "What do you want, Bepo, don't you have anything to do?" he asked in an unnerved voice. "You know Law, as your friend I have to tell you that you look really unhappy since we got our new crew mate. What's the matter?" he inquired.

"He's love sick is what's happening" Shachis voice came from the hallway behind the large mink. "My two beri to this are: talk to her and resolve this or leave her on the next island. You're putting us all at risk if you're miserable all day. This is the grand line, we are wanted men. If you're not at your best, someone will get us" he reminded Law of his duties as captain.

Law was painfully aware of all of that. He knew his crew needed his protection. He had a plan to execute, a man to avenge. His face burned with anger - at himself, at this situation. His stupid heart. He knew what he had to do.

"On the next save island, we leave her. Give her enough beri to take transport back to her home." he said.

Bepo and Shachi looked at each other and nodded. "Aye, aye captain!", they said and turned to go. Bepo hesitated. "Are you sure that's what you want?", he asked. "It's what needs to be done" Law said, adding: "And close the door behind you". He didn't need his men to see his tears.

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Next chapter preview (I do that now because I *checks notes* did some actual planning on this):

And now is your chance to tell me what to do better next time, what is a motif you like to see? Let me know in the comments or write a dm!

Law tries to get you back home the safest way he can think of: by dumping you on an island with a handful of beri - but keeping an eye on you anyways. Finding out your little secret? And some bounty hunters are also in the mix. I hope you'll enjoy it!

Part 3 out now, continue reading right away

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Come Hell Or Highwater: Part 2

“We can start from the beginning, from when you first left the campus.” Did he introduce himself already?

Did he tell you his name?

Did you remember what he said or when he had even come into the room?

You were lost in your mind, you were distracted by your torrid thoughts barraging your nerves with the constant reminder that you previously had blood on your hands. You swore you could still feel the eerie warmth and the way it seemed to stick to your skin.

You could remember it all as it had just happened, from the smell of dank moisture that crept into your senses to the feel of wet concrete below your knees as you tried to help him. You can remember crawling out of your hiding place with adrenaline coursing through your body.

But you couldn’t remember his name.

You couldn’t remember asking for water or getting water. You couldn’t remember using so many tissues as you sat across the lawyer in this room, or why your voice was so hoarse. It was a blur, it felt like a blur to you, and yet you could remember the scene you happened upon while trying to do something nice for your roommate.

You could remember the phone falling from your hand when one of the officers at the station told you that the man the ambulance had taken to the hospital had died from someone screwing with his IV. You could remember the panic and fear, even the chill of the leather seat in the police cruiser as they escorted you to the station to answer a few more questions.

That had all been a lead-up to the moment you were transported further and set into this room, under the watchful eye of some federal agents since you were the only living witness to the crime that wouldn’t be completely unsolved.

You were the only living person who could have aided the case against someone you had never heard of, the man who ordered the hits had assumed it had gone off without a hitch until it was reported that someone was still living and someone was a witness.

It was just the two of you in the room although there was an audible and video motion capture camera hanging on the ceiling that was watching you. The room was bare and seemed dim despite the bright lights that beat down on the two of you.

You found yourself unable to focus on anything but the piercing blue eyes that were fixated upon you, the colour striking and bold. You couldn’t have been sure if you remembered his name correctly but those eyes…

“Y/N, I want you to know that you’re safe here. You’re safe.” He reminded you twice before, constantly reassuring you that nothing and nobody was going to harm you while you were here. His reassurance was stalwart and steady, it was as ironclad as you could have expected, almost as if it was his creed to keep you shielded.

“What’s gonna h-happen to me?” You were on the verge of tears again, your breath hitching in your throat as hot stinging tears obscured your vision.

You had wiped your tears and drew your hands back to the table, rubbing your fingertips over any wall scratch or chip that you could find.

Your mind was both your ally and your enemy, the testimony of that night was engrained and vividly being replayed in your mind over and over, and yet another part of your brain was telling you that you were going to meet your end. “I don’t want to die-“

“You’re not going to die,” he reached forward and rest his hand upon yours, his gaze soft and protective, “you’re not going to die. I promise you’re going to be safe.”

Your bottom lip trembled. Your breath had become strained and you turned suddenly in your seat, facing away from him as you bit down on your bottom lip to stop yourself from letting every verbal sound fall from your tongue.

You were riddled with fear, you were in a violent cycle of panic and anxiety, and the resulting surge of emotional weakness was grating to you. You didn’t know what to say or how to react, all you could feel was the acid in your stomach churning as if you were going to succumb to the feeling of nausea.

“Look at me, Y/N. You need to look at me so I can tell you what’s happening.” His voice was like honey, smooth and sultry. Slowly you turned to look at him through blurry vision and with your hands balled into your sweater, knuckles tucked under your chin.

“You’re going into the Witness Protection Program, you’re going to be relocated. There are two agents who are going to take you somewhere safe. There’s a whole story contrived and created to protect you and not raise suspicions about the three of you in one house.”

“I don’t…” You angled your head and wiped your cheek against your shoulder, the trail of tears that had rolled down your cheeks and neck had almost been dried before your latest bout. “What kind of place is this?”

“You’ll be moving there under the guise of a polyamorous marriage. It’s an easy way to explain two men and a young woman moving in together, no one will ask questions. No one would think anything of this situation you’ll be in.” His voice never wavered from comforting or supportive, his eyes had never once lost their comforting lustre or empathy, even as he dove into the explanation of what your temporary future would be and you were left feeling conflicted, he was kind.

His eyes, which you had been so enthralled by, had remained as light as when he first sat down. He had given you his entire attention, focusing and fixating everything on you. There had only been one instance when he stepped away to take a phone call, and even then he kept a watchful eye on you from across the room.

You were in and out of thought, either completely silent or quietly stewing and mumbling to yourself, a clear divide between acceptance of the mess you were caught in and disbelief.

“Y/N,” he spoke again after a bought of quietude, pushing his chair back to stand, “we have to go. They’re ready for you.”

The chair scraped against the floor with a sound that made your ears hurt, the squeal reminiscent of nails on a chalkboard and you’d visibly winced. You tried not to recreate the same sound when you pushed the chair out from under the table between you, your eyes flickering toward the movement you caught through the window of the room.

“I promise,” Andy stopped you from moving too far, holding you in place with his sturdy and husky rasp, “you are going to be okay.”

A knock sounded on the door, the rapping of knuckles was another indicator that your life was going to be uprooted and held in someone else’s hands. You were going to have to put your trust and faith, your entire future, into the people destined to keep you hidden and safe from the clutches of whatever devil wanted you dead.

“Ari, Steve.” Andy had greeted two men across the threshold of the room, standing at a half angle toward you, allowing the two guards you’d be relying on to get their first look at you.

You took in the stock of the men, you took in the similarities with wonder and mild confusion. You were already rattled, your mind already seemingly frayed and debilitated by what screwed-up mess you were in, and it had taken you longer than you would’ve liked to realize that they were almost direct carbon copies of each other.

“You’re triplets.” You mumbled, clutching the sleeves of your sweater as if it was some kind of comfort or shield for you to cling to, and your stipulating statement was confirmed correct with a nod from Andy.

With few differences like one of the triplets having a clean face while the other two had beards, and the man with a clean face having more blonde in his hair than not and the same blonde having more green, they were almost like clones of each other.

Although Andy appeared to be the smallest in physical size, he was no less tall than his brothers and the three of them had conductively made you feel like a rag doll compared to them.

“We have to leave,” the blonde spoke, holding the door open further for you, “Andy we’ll see you in a few weeks.”

You couldn’t stop staring at the ring on your finger, the foreign piece of jewellery carried weight that you hadn’t expected and it was with silence that you’d observed and studied the object. It was simple and minimalist, the metal carved and formed to look like branches made of rose gold that extended to the claws holding the gem that was at the centre of the ring.

The claws were set in forms of three all equally spaced around the centrepiece, holding it into place securely, giving the ring an ornate and unique design. It was smooth against the pads of your fingers as you played and toyed with one of the pieces given to you as part of this grand act you would be required to keep up.

The ring was just part of it, a small detail as you crossed into the unknown with the two men who were agents part of the witness protection agency. They were ex-Navy SEALs and had done tours in some of the most dangerous and deadly territories in the world, completing missions that were more than your imagination could handle.

They were your protection as you fled to a small polyamorous town to be shielded until you could face trial as a witness, the two of them would be your only hope in avoiding death by whatever means this faceless phantom had wanted for you.

You didn’t even know who was after you, you didn’t even know the man who ordered the hits that had wiped out two lives. You had only bared witness to the men who committed the crime and the orders that came from above their station were like a faceless monster hiding in the closet.

Steve, Ari and Andy knew although they wouldn’t tell you. They wouldn’t give you any notion of who wanted to eliminate you, and you wondered if it was because you were already dealing with enough as it was.

“You can ask later.” The statement given to you by Ari, the eldest of the three, had been a directive to what was temporarily hidden from you.

It was one of the few things they had said to you before you were given the keys to an older truck that would take you from the city to whichever small town you were destined for.

The truck itself was unassuming and heralded rust spots near the bumper and the wheel wells, giving the truck an aged appearance that wasn’t captivating enough to draw attention. You didn’t know much about vehicles beyond the basics, and you had no detailed opinions on the transportation that was part of the overlying picture.

To you it was another token that added to this story they were trying to convey, it was as fake as the passport and identification you had been given while your real ID was kept safe or destroyed. It was as false as the ring on your finger, as the marriage certificate that legally bound you to Steve and the ‘open relationship’ you were in with Ari and Andy.

For the time being, you would be putting on act. For the time being while you were under their protection, you were settled in this polyamorous relationship and your performance in this situation would either aide their efforts to keep you safe, or it would be one of the things that tore you apart.

“Ari’s back.” Steve’s voice had pulled you from your daze and your hands fell back to the seat, fingers gripping the seam when the other statuette man started walking back to the vehicle from the doors of the gas station.

His eyes were focused, his head was tucked ever so slightly to keep his face as disguised as possible from the cameras that had been set up for security in the parking lot. His long strides had brought him back to the driver’s side of the vehicle, before opening the door he had looked to the left and the right as another security measure.

The door popped open and he tossed one of the bags back to Steve without a word, a seamless action that didn’t require much thought. The plastic bag was snatched in one fell swoop and set on the seat beside him, tucked between the duffle bag behind your seat and his right thigh.

“I got you something to eat, I didn’t know what you wanted.” Ari had stolen your attention off of Steve by holding out another plastic bag for you to take, the thin material weighed down by a bottle of water and a container with a whole sandwich held between the folds of the container.

You reached out and grasped the handles of the bag, bringing it toward yourself with uncertainty, and then you rest it in your lap. You peered at the contents inside, studying the generic label on the water bottle and the nutrient contents of the simple ham sandwich with a lack of hunger that didn’t do much for you.

“Thanks.”

“You should eat something.” Steve leaned forward as he spoke, his fingers folding the handle of the bag down to peer inside. “There’s not much, you need to eat.”

“Is that an order?” You ripped the bag away from his, snapping at Steve with sudden and biting fire that was rooted in your helplessness. “Are you ordering me-“

“You haven’t eaten all day. We still have hours to go.” Steve hadn’t reacted with anger or aggression, he had almost seemed to absorb your anger and your irritation with ease, and not a single beat of retaliation had come from him. “You’re not doing yourself any favours-“

“I didn’t ask for this. I don’t want…” You yanked the bag into your lap and turned away, your eyes trained and fixated on the pillars of the gas station as Ari began pulling away, the rumble of the engine not overshadowed by the quiet crooning of the voice on the radio.

Music played as silence had fallen between the three of you again.

It had been a relatively quiet trip, even between the two who had switched out driving halfway through the trek. They made conversation with each other at times but you had never felt the need to enter into it. You seemed to be happier in your silence and quietude, thinking endlessly about your life and what you had to leave behind.

“I know you’re scared,” Steve spoke again, his voice and his attention on you even if you weren’t giving him the time of day, “Ari and I are going to keep you safe. This is our job.”

“I shouldn’t have done it, I should’ve told my roommate no. If I would’ve said no…if I would’ve gone straight home…” You whispered to yourself, your hands twisting the plastic bag while you watched the scenery morph from slight urbanization to rural again.

It was a far cry from the city, a far cry from the constant noise and steady stream of traffic and people who were involved with each other’s lives whether they knew it or not.

The concrete streets and steely buildings had given way to nature and greenery, to the dense and towering pillars of mountainous terrain that would be your home for the unforeseeable future. You were put in a position where you had to trust Steve, Ari and Andy because if you hadn’t you would end up dead.

“Y/N, this is not your fault.” Ari had relayed his own message of comfort and reached out with his hand to rest it on yours. “None of this is your fault.”

You bit down on the inside of your cheek and screwed your eyes closed. It was all playing out in your mind, relaying over and over again like a broken record. You were the cause of your own breakdown, or at least it had felt that way.

“You need to eat,” Steve’s voice was thick as honey and as comforting as a warm blanket, his directive sinking into your bones with a gentle demand, “do you need help opening anything?”

“No,” you reached into the bag and yanked the sandwich out, using your nails to tear the sticker off the enclosure, “I can do it.”

You returned to silence as you lifted one half of the sandwich out of the plastic, nibbling on the bread while the radio played in the background. You ate like they wanted, taking your time while feeling their eyes on you occasionally, their steady gazes delivering a sense of warmth and resignation that staved off some of the chill in your bones.

“We promise, sweetheart.” Your teeth dug into your cheek when Steve whispered a vow to you.

You knew you had to get used to the pet names that were standard for any relationship, you knew that when you arrived at this new place, people would be expecting you to be in love and recently married. It wouldn’t help your cause if you flinched or reacted negatively when they addressed you as their wife.

“We’re all here for you.”

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end-of-life care.

the words bounced around in caretaker's head as they carried the tray holding whumpee's breakfast back to them.

it was the finality that got them. their desperate hope for some miracle solution dashed against the rocks when the doctor said there's nothing more we can do, just try to make them as comfortable as possible until the end comes.

they'd taken whumpee home that day. if there was nothing the hospital could do to help them, then at least the familiarity of home could help soothe them in their final days.

god, just thinking like that made caretaker want to throw up. they felt so helpless, so small in the face of the illness that was going to take the love of their life from them.

taking a deep breath, they gingerly opened the door to their and whumpee's room.

whumpee was awake, which was always a good sign. they seemed a bit lost in thought, but the corners of their lips twitched upwards when they saw caretaker.

"morning, sleepyhead." caretaker said, rustling whumpee's unruly bedhead and doing their best to keep their voice even and chipper.

whumpee gave a quiet hum in response, leaning into caretaker's touch.

caretaker helped prop whumpee up in bed, then set the tray down in their lap.

they held out the fork to them. "think you can do it yourself this time?"

whumpee accepted the utensil. "i can try." they said in their weak, crackly voice.

whumpee had a month. maybe two, according to their doctor. they were only in their mid-twenties, and they wouldn't live to see their next birthday.

they managed the first few bites on their own, but eventually their hands shook too much and they dropped the fork, unable to keep a proper grip on it.

they huffed out a frustrated sigh, while caretaker squeezed their other hand and kissed their forehead in consolation.

"it's alright. you wanna try again?" caretaker offered, but whumpee shook their head.

"i'm only gonna drop it again." they mumbled, and caretaker conceded, feeding whumpee the rest of their meal while they hung their head in shame, no matter how much caretaker told them it wasn't their fault.

after that, they carried whumpee to the bathroom, and waited outside for them to be done, to at least preserve as much of their dignity as possible.

if caretaker were to tell themself from two years ago that they'd be able to carry whumpee with ease one day, they'd probably be called a liar.

whumpee was a good head taller than them, and before their illness left them wasting away, they were strong too. once, when they were in school together, caretaker had twisted their ankle, and whumpee had carried them all the way from the running track to the nurse's office without even breaking a sweat.

now, whumpee struggled to lift a water bottle on their own, and caretaker could carry them like it was nothing. what a horribly ironic world they lived in.

once whumpee was finished in the bathroom, caretaker helped them dress and gently set them down in their wheelchair.

"it's nice out today." caretaker said. "and i know you hate being cooped up inside all the time. we could go hang out on the porch for a while?"

whumpee made an affirmative noise, so caretaker pushed their wheelchair out the front door, then transferred them into one of their porch chairs. if nothing else, they'd do their damndest to help whumpee feel as normal as possible, even through something as small as sitting on a shitty wicker porch chair.

it was one of the first proper days of spring, color and warmth starting to return to the world after the frigid winter. it was beautiful, in a way, but caretaker couldn't help but feel like it was mocking them.

day by day, beauty and life returned to the world, just as day by day, whumpee faded a little bit more.

they were snapped out of their increasingly bitter spiral by the sound of a quiet sniffle by their side. they looked over to see whumpee, eyes fixated on the environment in front of them, tears rolling down their cheeks.

"whumpee?" caretaker asked, slightly panicked. what if whumpee was in pain? had they accidentally put them down in an uncomfortable position? did they forget whumpee's pain meds? did they-

"i'm so scared." whumpee whispered, so quietly that caretaker almost didn't hear them at first. "i'm scared, caretaker. i don't wanna go."

caretaker felt their heart shatter into a million pieces.

"whumpee..."

"why- why do i have to go? what did i do? i- i'm so young, i've barely even lived yet." they hiccupped, steadily increasing in volume. caretaker grabbed their hand, and they clung to it desperately.

"caretaker, i'm scared." they sobbed. "i don't wanna die."

caretaker almost knocked their chair over with how fast they stood up, rushing to whumpee's side and gathering them up in their arms, hugging them tightly and peppering kisses all over their face. they were crying too, they could feel it, but they were focused on comforting whumpee as they released all the fear and despair they'd been bottling up from the moment they'd been told their condition was terminal.

"i don't want you to die either." caretaker said. "it's not fair. you don't deserve this." they buried their face in whumpee's hair, inhaling the familiar scent of their shampoo. "why is the world so cruel?"

the pair just held each other and cried for what felt like forever, clinging and finally letting out everything they'd repressed for the past year.

"will you be with me? when... when it's time?" whumpee asked, sounding so, so small.

"of course." caretaker whispered, holding whumpee impossibly tighter. "i'll be right here. i'll never leave you."

"thank you." whumpee murmured. "i love you." they paused. "...i'll miss you."

caretaker let out a tear-filled, mirthless laugh. "i'll miss you too. so much."

"i'll wait for you." whumpee said, before leaning back to look caretaker in the eyes with a mock-serious expression. "but don't get there too quickly. then i'll be mad."

caretaker laughed for real that time. "of course, of course. i'll try to stay on schedule."

whumpee smiled, then suddenly started coughing.

"eugh, now i'm all mucus-y." they complained.

"we should probably go back inside and clean up." caretaker looked down. "you kinda got snot all over my shirt."

whumpee sniffed. "my bad."

"eh, whatever. i have more shirts." they unfolded whumpee's wheelchair from where they'd left it and moved their partner back into it, before pushing them back inside to get cleaned up, as promised.

their problems hadn't gone away, but they'd at least managed to let all their bottled feelings out, and their hearts felt a little lighter for it. whatever came next, they'd face it together.

#whump #dying whumpee #terminal illness #caretaker x whumpee #mine #i don't have much commentary for this one #yeehaw or smth idk

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