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oomisluvr · 1 year

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DO YOU THINK OF ME? (IN THE WAY I THINK OF YOU)

SYNOPSIS: falling in love after falling out of it. he’s still your kiyoomi after all this time.

WARNINGS: ex-boyfriend!sakusa, lame!sakusa, awkward!sakusa, light swearing, references to sex but nothing super graphic, a little sad ngl but the ending is happy (or is it??), 4k words, MINORS, YOU KNOW THE DRILL

You’re not sure what started the break-up. The beginning of the end. You only know that it’s been eight months since you’ve last seen your ex, and the sight of him now feels like looking at a ghost.

Kiyoomi was obsessed with perfection. Still is, probably. Constantly drove himself to the brink just to achieve it, then wore his suffering as if it were a prize. It was all part of his look, the illusion of being put-together.

In a lot of ways, he treated your relationship like that. Part of an illusion; a specific look. Like you were an accessory to his image. Yet another thing for people to covet about his life.

You, however, are not perfect. No one is. Hell, no relationship is perfect. You know that. Everybody knows that.

Kiyoomi hated it. Some days it felt like he hated you.

Life felt so good when all you did was dress up for galas and fall into bed with one another. When all you had to do was look pretty and smile for the media.

It made it easy to avoid your problems, until it wasn’t. Until so much resentment built up that you wanted to hit him with a car. Kiyoomi preferred to avoid your problems, while you faced the situation head on. He loved you, sure, but it felt like he always had one foot out the door. Ready to run when things inevitably went up in flames.

It exhausted you – trying to reach a person who didn’t want to be touched. You wanted more, and Kiyoomi was scared of what you might see if you got too close. Did you ever really know him? Maybe it was easier to cut things off. Maybe you could have worked it out.

The last few months of your relationship had been a blur. Fuzzy memories that feel so distant you can’t tell if you made them up or not. You can recall his general fear towards life, despite how hard he tried to overcome it. You remember how… tired he was. All the time. About everything. Including you.

How do you help someone who doesn't want to be helped? You can't. You can only love them, but Kiyoomi didn't let you do that either.

Months later, you still don’t know what happened. Who pushed who away?

You blink, remembering where you are.

He’s with his friend now, the rowdy one with the bleached hair. He gives you a once-over and visibly recoils, clapping your ex on the back with a mumble you can’t hear. You haven’t moved. Neither of you have. What is there to say?

He’s still got that same piercing stare, studying you like one of his opponents from the court. Your heart thrums, remembering the nights he used to look at you like you were the only woman in the world. The memory burns, but you can’t seem to look away.

He looks good, but he always looks good so that’s not really saying much. It’s the smaller details in his appearance that give him away. The dark circles under his eyes are more noticeable, now a deeper shade of purple in contrast to his sickly-pale skin. His face is a little slimmer too, clothes that are usually well-fitted are now draping loosely over his frame. It’s a small enough difference that any other person in his life probably wouldn’t notice.

But you aren’t any other person, are you?

He’s hurting. Bad. The irony makes your gut wrench, fills your bones with lead then tells you to take a dive off a pier. You ignore the voice in your head that whispers that you caused this; you did this to him. You broke him.

“Hey,” he clears his throat, clearly rattled by your presence, “It’s… been a while. You look well. Nice to see you.”

“Yeah, uh, you too.” you chuckle, mindlessly scratching an itch on your elbow just to give your hands something to do, “How have you been?”

“The usual, y’know,” He’s strikingly good at evading even the most direct questions. “You look like you’ve been doing well.”

“You…” You suppress a grin, poking fun to make light of the situation, “Already said that.”

“Right, sorry.” Your sentiments fly right over his head. Kiyoomi looks… distressed to say the least. This is painful to watch. From your peripheral, you see his friend gag.

“I was actually wondering if we could catch up.” He forces the words out, the words clumsy when they leave his mouth, “Maybe do dinner or something. Catch a movie whenever. Bowling? Only if you want to, though. Whatever’s best for you.” The words are clipped and short, trying much too hard to be casual.

“I don’t know if that’s a good idea,” You mumble, because it’s true. It’s 100% not a good idea to spend time alone with your ex-boyfriend. That damn itch on your elbow is back again, “New job has been hounding me all hours of the day.”

“Uh, yeah, sorry,” He looks crushed, the light in his eyes from initially seeing you now gone entirely. “I didn’t mean to make you… uncomfortable or anything. I just–yeah, sorry. Congrats on the new job, though. I told you that you could do it.”

You nod in agreement at his praise. You remember the night he told you those exact words, after comforting you over a bad day at your previous job. You remember how he took it upon himself to make your resume, sending it out to every employer in the city. It was invasive and honestly a little weird, but that’s just how he shows his love.

Overprotective. Overbearing. It used to be so sweet before it felt suffocating. Like flowers that were nice in the vase on the windowsill. Until their pollen started closing your throat. Like a swim in the ocean on a Summer afternoon. Fun, until you're miles out from shore with no way home, saltwater clouding your vision and burning your lungs.

You feel the waves wash over you. You clear your throat, like you can feel some pollen, too.

“Actually,” you can’t stop the words from coming, you’ve lost sight of the shore already, “I think I have some time Thursday night. Maybe we could do something together then.”

“Yeah, sure.” He amends, eyes brightening slightly, “That works. I’ll, uh, text you?”

“I got a new number recently,” You don’t know why you lie to him, “You can just DM me on Instagram. If we decide to do something.”

(You didn’t get a new number, but iMessage feels too personal. Social media feels like the perfect amount of distance.)

“For sure. I’ll text you. So we can do something.”

“Sounds good,” you offer a tight-lipped smile, “See you around, Sakusa.”

You can see something die in him when he hears his surname on your tongue. You used to call him Kiyoomi. Ki. Omi. Kiyo. Baby, but only sometimes. You used to call him sweetheart, when you really wanted something. Fuck, you used to call him yours. He blinks wildly, like you just struck him across the face. He stumbles a bit when he comes back to reality, rushing to get the door for you and holding it open, “See you around.”

He watches you the whole way, still standing at the door as you drive off, his figure disappearing in the rearview mirror.

He texts you immediately.

@s.kiyoomi [7:47PM]: It was great to see you again. Are we still down for Thursday??

You suppose that’s why it’s so easy to fall into bed with him, the familiarity of it all. Your body remembers his touches, had missed it. You writhe and moan and claw at his back before you’re both reaching your peaks, honey-slow and all-encompassing. It echoes to the furthest corners of your body and you feel it everywhere. He kisses your forehead after you both come down, even mumbles a breathless thank you against the skin there. It’s good, the familiarity. Good, good, good.

He leaves after that, when you don’t ask him to stay. He takes the hint. Good.

He comes back a few days later, though. Somehow he forgot his gloves. You guys fuck then, too. It’s good.

The next time he comes back to your apartment, it’s you who calls him. Not good.

You hadn’t meant to lurk. To make a burner account to follow all the Jackals for signs of Kiyoomi. You hadn’t meant to tap on Atsumu’s Instagram story. Hadn’t meant to keep tapping through it.

It’s a group picture with Atsumu and three other people including Kiyoomi. The one with the orange hair has a makeshift crown scribbled over his head, with a tag to his account and a sweet happy birthday message. The one with the gray hair is there, too, captured mid-sentence with a Heinekin in his hand. You had met him a few times. You remember he was sweet. Loud, but sweet. You smile at the photo, studying all the faces. Kiyoomi looks especially good, a small smirk on his face as he stares at the camera. Everyone is dressed handsomely. Good for them.

The next story is taken with the flash on, a short video of a packed club, sweaty bodies pressed on each other as they bump and grind to the music. There’s a figure that looks an awful lot like Sakusa, occupying a dark corner and talking to a smaller, thinner figure. Good for him. If that even is him. Good, good, good.

It’s the next story that has something ugly swelling in the pit of your stomach. It's a bigger group picture, with maybe 15 people. Everybody looks a little gone, probably wasted from so many complimentary shots and discounted birthday beers, so nobody is paying much attention to the camera, their minds elsewhere. Including Sakusa. Well, that, and the fact that he’s got an arm around that same girl from the previous story, captured mid-laugh as they whisper about whatever the hell they’re whispering about.

It shouldn't bother you. It does. It has you sifting through your contacts to find his number.

“Hello, Kiyoomi?” It’s loud when he picks up the phone, wherever he is at this point in the night.

“Hey,” He sounds concerned and a little surprised, the commotion in the background slowly drowning out until you hear a door slam and it’s silent. The audio quality changes to staticky echoes. He must be in a bathroom, “Sorry, it was a little loud back there. Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” You don’t know where this surge of embarrassment came from. Or why you’re reacting this way. “I was just calling if you wanted to watch the new season of You with me tonight. If you’re busy, don’t worry about it, I just thought—“

“Yes,” It sounds like a prayer, like something worthy of celebration, “Of course I do. I’m just a few blocks away. I could be there in fifteen minutes. Eight, if I run.”

“Oh,” Part of you knew he would react like this, that he’d come running to your every beck and call. Part of you knows it's why you even called in the first place. You don’t know what that says about your character. You don’t care to know. “You don't have to rush over, we could always–”

There’s a banging on his side of the line, with a muffled demand to hurry the hell up, “Sorry,” he apologizes, though you aren’t sure to who, “I’ll head right over.”

The call ends.

You bite your cheek in anticipation, watching Atsumu’s instagram story again and again.

He comes running, breathless as he pounds on your door.

Eight minutes pass. Have you been watching his story all this time?

“Hey,” You greet him warmly, opening the door to fully let him in, “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” he tries not to let the compliment get to his head, but he’s already dizzy from seeing you, “It was Hinata's birthday yesterday, so we all went out to celebrate with him for the weekend.”

“I saw,” you comment, “Atsumu is very active on social media.”

“I took some pictures, come look.”

It’s alarming how casual the two of you are, laughing on your sofa like old friends.You never gave it much thought, but there’s bits of him strewn around your apartment. His old highschool sweatshirt he never picked up. Throw blankets he brought over one night and never got back. There's a faded popcorn stain on the couch from when the two of you would binge movies together, the blemish etched into the fabric like a memory.

The grin he’s wearing tonight mimics the one from months ago, when you were choosing between centerpieces for a wedding reception. Your ribs ache.

“I thought the nightlife wasn’t really your thing?” You tease, a little bit of truth behind your words. You used to fight about this, too. Why couldn’t he be one of those “normal” boyfriends that go out with their partners? Couldn’t he do this one thing for you? Your fights were so petty – throwing tantrums just to get the other person’s attention. In hindsight, the issue hardly feels like an issue at all.

“It wasn’t. Still isn’t, if I’m being honest.” His eyes find yours like he wants you to hear this. He’s different, somehow. He’s trying. “But I'm, uh, learning to try new things. Getting outside of my comfort zone and all that. It’s been fun, for the most part.”

As he swipes through his camera roll, you see that girl again. She’s terribly pretty, soft cheeks and even softer lips. Big, doe eyes and high cheekbones; something in you withers, then rots and dies.

“This is a good photo,” You can’t help the smile on your face at the sight of Kiyoomi and the blonde, throwing up the signature Jackals paw and grinning drunkenly at the camera. You tell the truth despite the words burning on your tongue, “She seems really sweet.”

“She is,” He confirms, oblivious as ever, “Talks a lot, but she means well.”

“You two look good together.” Somehow it hurts more to say aloud. Makes it real, somehow. “You guys seem really close.”

“Yaichi? I mean, yeah, she’s a friend from college. She’s new to the team and I’m the only one she really knows. She tends to follow me around since we’ve known each other the longest.”

You hum, as he continues swiping. The thick atmosphere feels all too familiar to Kiyoomi, and suddenly he’s rushing forward with an explanation.

“She’s just,” nervousness bubbles out of him, “Our team manager, or something. She’s been shadowing that guy you think has weird hair.”

“Kuroo?” you laugh, remembering. You’re glad the conversation has shifted. “I never said he had weird hair!”

“You definitely did. On several occasions, actually.” He prods, “It’s alright – everyone thinks he has weird hair.”

Kuroo always looked out for you. Got you free tickets, never made you pay for merch, let Kiyoomi sneak you into the beautiful foreign countries they played in – that sort of thing.

You feel your grin fade. That connection was severed after the breakup, “How is he, by the way?”

There’s a lot to catch up on – characters in Kiyoomi’s life that you are no longer a part of. It’s a bittersweet feeling, but you’re glad everyone is doing well even if you aren’t around to see it. The conversation spans late into the night, branching off on wild tangents about nothing in particular. You’re almost sad when you feel yourself getting sleepy. You don’t want it to end.

You truly have missed him. His company. His friendship. He’s still you’re Kiyoomi after all this time.

“Sorry for keeping you up,” He apologizes after seeing a yawn slip past your lips, checking his watch with a chuckle. It’s black. Sleek. Probably a Rolex. Very Sakusa, “I should head home and let you get to bed.”

“Okay,” You rub your eyes, too tired to protest, “Let me walk to the door.”

Kiyoomi is silent as he helps you clean up the space, folding your throw blankets and fluffing the decor pillows. He lets you get his coat for him.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” His keys are loud as they dangle in his hand. He lingers in your doorway.

“Goodnight, Kiyo.” You sigh.

Neither of you move. Time seems to slow. It still ticks by too fast. You open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.

“I, uh, really missed this.” He swallows, “I really missed you.”

“Yeah,” You’re tired of fighting. Physically, mentally. You want him, still. He’s still your Kiyoomi, after everything, despite everything, “Me too.”

He chuckles, “You called me and I just. Ran over.”

“Yeah,” You find the energy to smirk at that, “Why did you do that?”

“Because you asked me to.” he breathes, and you read between the lines. I’d do anything you asked me to.

You’re suddenly flustered at his proximity, looming in your doorway like a ghost. You almost can’t believe he’s here. Ditched his teammates – his friends – to come spend time with you. Ran several blocks at midnight because you wanted to see him. You, his ex-girlfriend. You, who broke his heart. He must be some kind of a masochist.

(He must be in love. The thought scares you, so you stop thinking it).

“Can I–?” His voice raptures you from your thoughts, his sharp gaze flicking between your lips and your eyes. You can feel it radiating off him – the longing. He wants this just as bad as you do.

“Yeah.” You breathe, reaching up to kiss him.

The kiss is gentle. Unsure. It’s more like two lips pushed together than an actual kiss, but the sentiment is still there. He kisses you like it’s the first time, like it might be the last. You don’t want it to end. It does.

There’s so many raw emotions, so much hurt shared between the two of you. Looking in his eyes, you don’t allow yourself to think, to feel, before you’re pulling him in by his collar and slamming your lips against his for the second time. He reacts instantly, deepening the kiss with a and a supportive hand to the back of your head. He walks you backwards and lies you back on the couch like you’re made of glass, and fucks you like he means it. Like it really might be the last time, because neither of you know what the hell you’re doing. He goes slower. Deeper. Savors it just a little longer. Makes your toes curl and your voice twist up in pretty cries of his name. You shower together after. He sleeps beside you.

(It’s been months since he slept in your bed. You ignore how it’s the best sleep you’ve gotten in a long while.)

You wake up the next morning to empty sheets.

It doesn’t surprise you. It does hurt though, but you aren't sure why. You distance yourself from the feeling entirely. You start a load of laundry instead.

Twenty minutes pass and there’s a commotion at your front door, the sound of crumpled paper bags and the soft jingle of keys alerting you of another presence.

“Oh, you’re awake.” He shyly smiles, bags in hand, “I wanted to have something ready for you before you woke up. I took your keys, if that’s alright. Hungry?”

You hum sleepily, a faint smile on your lips, “I could eat.”

“Perfect,” he mumbles under his breath, rushing to your small dining table to lay out his goods, “I wasn’t sure what to get, so I kind of got everything.”

It’s french bread from the bakery down the street, and a few pastries because Kiyoomi has a sweet tooth. There’s still steam rising from them – they must’ve just been made. There’s fresh cheese from the deli, too, and whatever fruits he could find. You grab one of the tangerines and start peeling.

Kiyoomi’s occupied himself with making the two of you coffee. You watch as he navigates himself through your kitchen in a domestic rhythm. He’s probably spent more time in it than you have.

He hums quietly to himself as he puts just the right combination of creamer and sugar in your mug, swirling the contents softly as he makes his way over to your small dining table.

You take the mug from his hands and take a sip. It’s perfect because of course it is.

“Good?” He asks, but the tilt of his head tells you he knows the answer. You roll your eyes. He offers a satisfied grin in return. “Muscle memory.”

The two of you dig in, eating quietly in each other’s presence.

“I thought you left.” You surprise yourself at your forwardness.

He stops chewing, politely wiping his mouth with a napkin before answering, “Why would I ever do that?” You blink.

“You used to be so rigid. Afraid, maybe? I don’t know.” You shrug, not really knowing what your own words mean, “But it’s nice to see you like this. You seem lighter. Happier. More comfortable with yourself.”

“Yeah. I, uh,” he averts his gaze, suddenly entertained with the buttery flakes of his croissant, “I realized some things after our break-up. You were right. About everything, really. I didn’t allow myself to be vulnerable with you. All you wanted was to love me, and I refused to let you in. You didn’t deserve that.“

“You didn’t deserve that either–” his honesty blindsides you, “–To feel like you couldn’t be vulnerable. I know I didn’t create the safest environment for communication. I caused a lot of petty fights just to get a reaction out of you. I should have been more honest with how I was feeling.”

“Is that…” He swallows, looking pained, “Is that why you pushed me away?”

“I…pushed you away?” You frown, heart breaking from hearing his side of things, “I wasn’t trying to push you anywhere. I missed you, is all. I just wanted us to get back to where we were.”

He smiles solemnly, eyes empty, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Truely, I am.”

You nod your head softly, “I’m sorry, too.”

Silence fills the air, but there’s nothing awkward about it. It’s light. Forgiving. With all cards on the table, there’s nothing to hide. The two of you continue eating. Breakfast nearly finished, you take another clementine, peeling away the tough rind and chewing softly. “Do you, uh,” he scratches the back of his neck, “Do you think we can try again? Try us again?”

You hum, peeling off another segment.

You offer him a slice, hand outstretched.

get this out of my sight

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Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, drug use (weed), mentions of drugs (cocaine, weed), suggestive, NOT PROOFREAD!! word count: 4.8k a/n: dramaaaaaaaaa. i was really on a roll with this chapter it’s so long LMAO

pov: layla

"You doing anything after school?" Matt asked me as he stole some of Nick's fries, causing his brother to hit him on the arm and I shook my head.

"No, but you are," I pointed out and he furrowed his eyebrows for a moment, "Training, Matthew."

"How did you forget you have training when you have been playing hockey for the last 5 years but she remembered?" Nate chuckled in disbelief from across the table and Matt shrugged.

"Oh Layls!" Allie chirped up from beside me, interrupting her own conversation with Mia who was sitting on her right, "Do you have a dress for prom yet?"

"Uh, I'm probably not going," I told her honestly and her face dropped sadly.

"What? Why not?" she asked, disappointment clearly in her tone and I shrugged.

"It's just not my thing," I answered honestly and she pouted slightly.

"Come on, it will be so fun! I can help you pick out a dress and everything," she pleaded with me and I gave her an apologetic look.

"She doesn't wanna go, Allie. Drop it," Mia grumbled from beside her, making my face drop at the rudeness of her tone.

"I'll think about it, okay?" I said kindly and her face lit up again before nodding, "Are all of you going?"

"Yeah," Chris nodded, clearly seeming unimpressed but agreed to go nonetheless, "No thanks to Al."

"You could've said no," Allie shrugged, smiling at him widely and he smiled, shaking his head and I leaned over, placing my hand under Allie's chin.

"How can you say no to this adorable face?" I asked sarcastically and Allie tapped my hand away lightly, a snicker falling out of her mouth.

"Shut up," she rolled her eyes playfully and Matt nudged my thigh with the back of his hand, making me look at him.

"You wanna come over after training?" he asked and I pursed my lips, giving him an apologetic look.

"I can't. Maybe tomorrow though," I told him and he nodded before turning his attention back to the group, "Nick, we still need to get our suits."

"I can't get mine till Allie tells me her fucking dress colour because we have to be matching," Chris chimed in again and I looked at Allie with raised eyebrows.

"You are going together?" I asked and she nodded happily.

"He said the only way he'd go to prom is if I agreed to go as his date that way he isn't stuck with anyone he doesn't like," she laughed and I smiled, nodding my head before I glanced at Chris.

"Matt," Mia chimed in catching not only Matt's attention but mine, "Remember your tie has to be red because my dress is red."

I felt a wave of jealousy pulse through me and I looked at the table before me. I had no right to be jealous, Matt and I weren't together in any capacity and he and Mia had been friends for years. It was just the fact it was Mia he was going with that pissed me off.

Of fucking course he's going to prom with Mia.

"Right," Matt nodded, seemingly ignoring Mia for the majority of the day. My brain had been wracking what they could've talked about to make him give her the cold shoulder like he was, I wanted to know if I caused it.

I didn't care about Mia but I knew Matt didn't want to lose her as a friend. So instead of starting an argument or causing a fight, I remained silent and chewed at my lip.

"Nick," Nate spoke up again catching Nick's attention and I pushed my food away from me, suddenly losing my appetite completely, "Are we matching too or what?"

"I thought you were going with Gemma?" Nick asked, clear confusion on his face and Nate shook his head, taking a sip of his water.

"Decided not to. Would rather be with you guys," he shrugged and Nick nodded in response.

"Why don't one of you take Layla?" Allie spoke up and I turned my head to look at her with a frown, "That way she also has a date because we can always bring someone else."

"Allie, I don't even know if I'm going yet," I responded and she shrugged, looking at me as she sipped on her iced tea.

"Just as a backup plan," she answered and I chuckled with a shake of my head.

"I was planning on bringing Jake since Nate said he was already going with Gemma," Nick answered honestly and Allie raised her hands triumphantly.

"Great! Nate, you can take Layla that way we all have a date!" Allie cheered and I looked at Nate, studying his reaction and he shrugged.

"I'm cool with that. Layls?" he asked, seemingly unbothered about whether or not he had a date.

"If I'm going, then sure," I shrugged in response and he nodded, taking another sip of his water.

"What colour dress are you thinking?" Allie asked, whipping her phone out of her pocket and I gave her a deadpanned look before her gaze met mine again, "In case you want to come! Nate is buying a suit regardless so might as well match it to a colour you like if you do come."

"Probably black," I shrugged, not wanting to argue with her and she nodded, tapping away on her phone.

"Makes my life easier," Nate shrugged, an amused smile on his lips and I smiled at him, both of us finding humour in the situation.

"What about this?" Allie leaned over, shoving her phone in front of my face catching me off guard as my eyes adjusted to the screen. It was a sparkly black strapless dress and I shrugged. I looked at the price and my eyes widened.

"Allie, I can't afford that," I answered quietly and she dismissed me with a wave of her hand.

"Don't worry about the price. I'm looking for dress styles you like," she answered quickly before tapping away on her phone again. Matt tapped my thigh once again before leaning over.

"Are you really gonna go with Nate?" he asked and I turned my head to look at him, a small expression that showed he was displeased written on his face.

"I don't know if I'm going at all yet. This is Allie's doing," I shrugged and he hummed, looking down at the table again making me smile as I leaned up to whisper in his ear, "Now who's jealous?"

"What about this one?" Allie once again leaned over, showing me a photo of a black halter neck dress that seemed to be a silk material. I shook my head knowing the shape of the dress would look awful on me, "Okay we need to figure out what kinda dresses you like."

"I don't wear dresses Allie," I gave her a half smile as Matt wrapped his arm around my shoulders and she nodded.

"Even more of a reason to find a dress you actually like," she announced as she went back to her phone making me smile in amusement.

"You could just not wear anything," Matt whispered into my ear and I punched his thigh making him groan.

"Don't be such a guy," I rolled my eyes, a smile still on my lips as I looked up at him. He shook his head, a slight smirk on his lips. He placed a kiss on the side of my temple.

"What's going on here?" Nate asked causing us to turn our heads to look at him.

"Oh, Matt didn't tell you guys?" Chris asked, a malicious smirk on his face and I let my smile drop.

"Chris," Matt said in a warning tone but Chris, as per usual, didn't listen.

"They fucked last night," Chris said casually and I threw my hands to my face, my cheeks lighting up red.

"What?" Allie gasped next to me and I didn't dare take my hands away from my face.

"For fucks sake Chris, don't say that! We didn't!" Matt protested and I curled closer to him, the embarrassment making me hide like a child.

"So you didn't sleep there last night?" Chris retorted and Matt sighed, running a comforting thumb up and down my arm.

"Yes, I stayed there bu-"

"And you said that you did stuff," Chris taunted further and I sighed, not wanting to look at the judgment on their faces yet.

"Chris, shut the fuck up," Matt mumbled through gritted teeth and I finally pulled my hands away from my face. Nate's face just looked surprised and Allie looked somewhat happy but Mia had the biggest scowl on her face I'd ever seen.

"Are you fucking serious?" Mia screeched causing Matt to whip his head to look at her, "You had sex with her?"

"I didn't!" Matt said in the same tone and I closed my eyes, heads turning to look at us from all around the cafeteria.

"And I'm supposed to believe that? Look at you!" she replied loudly motioning between us and I looked at Allie who was frowning at Mia.

"Mia, calm down. It's not the end of the world," Nate raised his eyebrows at her and she scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically.

"I guess whoever wrote that shit on your locker was right. You are a slut," Mia mumbled so quietly I almost didn't catch it but when I did, my blood ran cold with nothing but rage.

"Mia, what the fuck?" Allie said in disbelief of her best friend saying such a crude thing.

I took a moment to think whether or not it was worth it to fight her and get myself expelled. I had been trying so hard to keep up with school and I wasn't going to throw it away for her.

So instead, my mind travelled back to when I saw the locker and looked around the room. I never once saw Mia and I know Matt had gotten rid of it by the time I went back to get my things for English.

"Hey, Mia?" I said, grabbing her attention and she looked at me with annoyed eyes, "How do you know what was written on my locker?"

"I saw it," she squinted her eyes at me and I nodded, leaning forward so Matt's arm slid off of my shoulders, now wrapped around my lower back.

"When did you see it exactly? Because I didn't see you anywhere when I first walked into the school," I raised my eyebrows and she stilled for a moment, "Did you guys see her when I went to the bathroom?"

I looked around the table and everyone shook their heads before I looked back at Mia who grumbled, "I saw it before you guys got there."

"Why were you there before us? You never come to school early," I pointed out and she once again stilled, her pissed demeanour turning nervous as she glanced between everyone.

"I had to do some stuff for cheer," she shrugged, trying to play it off and before I could speak again, Allie interrupted me.

"Practice isn't till after school. No one ever comes to school early for cheer, Mia," Allie deadpanned, calling her own best friend out and Mia shook her head.

"What are you trying to say? That I did it?" she asked, placing a hurt hand on her heart.

"Nope. You made that connection on your own," I told her, not letting my rage shine through at her as the guys just looked between us like a tennis match with slack jaws, "It's a funny coincidence though, isn't it? The one time you were at school early there's shit written on my locker."

"I didn't do anything!" she huffed and I hummed, nodding my head once again as I smiled at her sweetly.

"For the record, Mia, Matt and I didn't sleep together. In fact, the people that I'm rumoured to sleep with I never have. I can't say the same about you," I shoved away from the table, picked my bag up from the floor and walked out of the cafeteria without another word.

"Mia, what the fuck is wrong with you?" I heard Matt's voice yell at her as I walked out of the cafeteria doors and towards the exit of the school. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, sending Matt a quick text to say I wouldn't be at school for the rest of the day before I exited the grounds, beginning my trek home.

+++

After messaging Wes and telling him I was going to deliver for him earlier than originally planned, he agreed it was a good idea and invited me to stay for a bit.

"Why does it look like someone shit in your breakfast?" he asked as soon as he opened the old green apartment door, paint falling off at various places.

"Just had a shit day," I shook my head, stepping inside the small compound before I closed and locked the door behind me, "You wanted two ounces, right?"

"Yeah. You got the coke too?" he asked and I nodded, picking up the two ounces of weed out of my bag and throwing it on his kitchen counter before I pulled out the small bag of coke.

"He only had an 8-ball but I can get you more next week," I told him honestly and he nodded, counting up the cash before handing it to me and I placed it in my bag. I went to turn around and exit the building again but I was stopped.

"Where you goin'?" he asked and I spun around, looking at his long mop of blonde hair, "You look like you had a stressful day, babe. Chill with me for a bit."

"I don't know Wes," I trailed off, not knowing if I wanted to hang around here for too long.

"Come on. I got this new shit from Chase. It will make you see God," he said, holding up a small bag of weed and I chewed my lip, really needed some sort of a relief.

Unfortunately, I caved and said, "Fine. But I'm only staying till six."

"Fine by me," he nodded, taking the packet and throwing himself on the old leather couch. I sat beside him since it was a two-seater, not allowing much space between us but I was used to it at this point.

I'd been delivering to Wes for 2 years now and he never once made me uncomfortable, except for the time he smacked my ass 2 months ago because he was high off his ass and thought it would be funny. Since then, he'd apologised multiple times and I let it go.

"More shit at school?" he asked in regards to my tense demeanour and I nodded, falling back into the couch as he grabbed the rolling paper.

"Just some bitch saying stupid shit," I mumbled angrily and he hummed, quickly rolling a joint like I'd seen him to hundreds of times.

"Rich?" he questioned and I chuckled, nodding immediately and he rolled his eyes, sliding a filter into the joint, "Of course."

"There's this guy though," I told him honestly as he began sealing the joint with the moisture from his tongue as he looked at me with raised eyebrows, "He stayed over last night."

"Look at you! Finally getting some dick," he chuckled to himself and I shoved his shoulder with a roll of my eyes, "They grow up so fast."

"Shut up, dude. We didn't go the full mile," I rolled my eyes and he chuckled once again.

"It's a start. I don't remember the last time you told me about anyone," he pointed out and I shrugged as he picked up one of the many lighters littering the coffee table in front of us.

"Yeah well," I trailed off at he lit the end of the joint, "His friends are nice too. One of them wants to take me dress shopping for prom."

He took a hit of the joint, keeping the smoke in his lungs for a moment before he passed it to me, "I thought you hated that shit."

"I do," I replied as he handed me the joint and I took a hit before continuing, "But she really wants me to go for some reason and one of their friends said he would take me as his date if I do go."

"Why isn't Romeo taking you?" he asked as I took another hit before I handed it back to him and I let out a bitter laugh.

"The girl who's being a bitch is one of his friends and they've been planning on going together way before I came into the picture," I explained and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion, taking a moment to inhale before he spoke again.

"I'm so glad I dropped out this shit sounds way too confusing," he mumbled and I took the joint from him again, taking two more hits in a row, "Alright chill out. You're gonna green out if you're not careful this shit is strong."

"I'm fine," I shrugged, handing him the joint again as I sunk back into the couch further, the effects of the drug already hitting me, "I needed something to take the edge off anyway."

"You already finished that bag I gave you?" he asked and I nodded, rolling my head to the side to look at him as he joined me in sinking back into the couch.

"Dad took half of it so yeah," I replied and he rolled his eyes, jumping off the couch and walking to the kitchen. He returned moments later with another small bag in hand and threw it into my lap, "Wes, I don't need it."

"Take the fucking bag, Layla," he smiled down at me and I pursed my lips before nodding, sliding the small plastic-wrapped weed into my bag.

"Thanks," I gave him a thankful smile as he took another hit, sitting back down on the couch beside me, handing me the joint once again. We continued handing the joint back and forth in silence until it was down to the filter before he threw it in the ashtray on the table.

"Ya know," he started, making me turn my head towards him lazily, "You're always one of my favourite people to smoke with. We should do it more."

"Because I'm just so charming," I smile at him dopily making him chuckle, the drug taking its full effects slowly on both of us.

"You're just chill," he shrugged, sliding further into the couch and I chuckled, laying my head back on the top of the couch as my eyes began blurring in and out of focus, the ceiling seeming so far away.

"You think I should go to prom out of spite?" I asked, my words mumbled from my dry mouth the drug had created and he hummed.

"Show up hot as fuck, make her mad and make him regret his decision of not taking you instead," he laughed to himself and I smiled, nodding my head in agreement even though I wasn't sure he could see me.

"Sounds like a plan," I answered and he hummed in response, my body going limp from the strong weed, "What is this shit?"

"Blue Dream," he responded and I lifted my head to look at him, "Isn't it sick?"

"Dude," I squinted my eyes at them as they now felt heavy, "You know this shit is supposed to make you mad horny, right?"

"Oh fuck," he began laughing to himself and I couldn't help but smile at his idiocy, shaking my head in disbelief, "I had no idea. Chase just said it's hella strong."

"On that note," I leaned forward and stood up lazily, "I'm gonna go."

"No come on," he whined and I looked down at him, my eyelids heavy and my breathing laboured.

"I'm not about to stay here and watch you get a fucking boner," I laughed as I picked up my bag, "I like you dude but not that much."

"Next time we'll smoke something else I swear," he leaned forward, holding out his hand for a fist bump which I quickly reciprocated, "You gonna be good to walk home?"

"Yeah, no worries. I'll see you next time," I waved as I unlocked the door, swinging it open before closing it behind me. I waddled down the steps of the apartment, making my way onto the road where the sun was starting to go down.

As I walked down the pavement, my legs wobbled and my vision became less focused. I was used to walking around high but I'd never had Blue Dream and I could tell its effects of horniness were hitting me. I could barely focus, the wind around me swaying me as I walked. I almost tripped onto the road and I sighed, deciding to sit down on the curb for a moment.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket, realising it was already 5:30 and Matt would be done with his training by now. Through my foggy thoughts and wanting to be with someone right now, I clicked on his contact and waited as it rang in my ear.

"Hey, Layls," he answered after two rings and my fave immediately lit up, the sound of his voice bringing joy to the chemicals in my brain.

"Hey baby," I mumbled, the words falling off my tongue like honey, "Whatcha doin'?"

"I just got out of the shower. Are you okay, pretty girl?" he asked, sounding confused by my tone and I nodded regardless of if he could see me.

"I'm great! I just miss you," I whined, throwing my head down onto my knees that were pulled to my chest. A car drove past me quickly and I lifted my head, the sound startling me.

"Where are you?" he asked, his voice laced with concern but all I could focus on was the rasp of his voice, heat travelling directly between my thighs.

"On the corner of Valine and West Street," I mumbled, throwing my head back down onto my knees and I heard shuffling on his end of the phone.

"What are you doing there?" he asked, his voice still laced with worry and I sighed dreamily.

"I just had to drop some stuff off to a friend but my legs are tired. I don't wanna walk home," I whined loudly and I heard him hum, doors closing before a click.

"I'm coming to get you, pretty girl. Can you stay on the phone?" he asked and I hummed in response, my stomach igniting at the thought of seeing him right now.

"I'll do anything for you," I responded, my voice filled with seduction and lust before I giggled at myself.

"What did you take?" he questioned and I rolled my head to the side, the cold breeze feeling nice on my skin.

"Just smoked a little bit," I answered honestly and he sighed before mumbling something I didn't catch, "Can you keep talking to me?"

"I'm almost there. I'm like three minutes away, okay?" he responded and I sensed a slight annoyance in his tone but I brushed it off as I hummed, squeezing my thighs together, "Are you alone?"

"Yeah," I sighed, lifting my head and looking around at the lifeless street around me.

"Okay, I'll be there in a sec. Just don't move," he answered hurriedly and I sighed dreamily once again.

"I like your voice," I mumbled, closing my eyes as I listened to the sound of the engine revving as he drove and I heard him chuckle, my heart filling with joy at the sound.

"Thanks, pretty girl," he answered and I could hear the smile in his voice making my smile widen.

"I just like you in general. You're really nice to me," I mumbled, a dopey smile on my lips as I let my eyes flutter open and I once again heard him chuckle.

"I like you too," he answered softly and my smile widened, "I'm a minute away."

"Thank god," I let out a breath of relief, making sure my bag was on my shoulder as I began standing up, losing my balance briefly, "Whoops."

"You okay?" he asked and I hummed, regaining my composure, sliding my bag further up my shoulder as I pressed the phone to my ear. I looked up to see headlights coming towards me before Matt said, "Hey, pretty girl."

I smiled at him, despite being blinded by the headlights before I waltzed over to the car, hanging up the phone as I pulled the passenger door open, "Heyyy."

"Oh my god," he shook his head with a smile as I jumped in the car, slamming the door behind me before I clicked my seatbelt in.

"You look good," I smiled at him as I leaned over, pressing a kiss to his cheek. My eyes scanned his body, noticing that he was wearing a white hoodie, blue plaid pyjama pants and not shoes, "You didn't even put shoes on."

"Shoes weren't exactly my concern when I left the house," he raised his eyebrows at me and I pursed my lips, holding back a giggle.

"Sorry," I bit my bottom lip and he shook his head, a soft smile on his lips, "Can I be honest?"

"Of course," he nodded and I smiled up at him dopily again.

"I'm really high," I giggled, tucking my messy hair behind my ear.

"Really? I didn't notice," he answered sarcastically and I hummed, leaning over the console as I placed my hand on his jaw, pulling his face towards mine. I pressed my lips against his, the feeling of his body so close to mine making heat travel directly between my thighs.

"I missed you," I mumbled against his lips and he took that as an opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth dancing with my own. I got lost in the feeling of his mouth against mine, my heightened sense making it feel like I was in heaven.

"Okay," he pulled away from me before placing another quick peck on my lips, "I'm not about to get into this while you're high."

"No," I whined, pulling his face to mine once again and he snickered against my lips making me smile once again before he pulled away again.

"Baby," he whispered, placing his hand on my cheek to lift my head to look at him, the pet name making my heart swell, "I'm not doing anything unless you're sober."

"But I'm so horny," I whined, leaning my head on his shoulder and I felt his chest shake with a laugh.

"I'm aware," he said through a laugh before I lifted my head to look at him with a pout, "But that's because you're high."

"Why do you have to be such a morally right man?" I rolled my eyes, a smile still on my lips and he brushed my hair behind my ear as I melted into his touch.

"You want me to drop you home?" he asked and I shook my head, my face turning sour at the thought of having to face my father.

"Can I stay at yours? I don't wanna deal with my dad," I frowned and his face softened, "I don't wanna go home."

"You can come to mine, it's okay," he began stroking my cheek with his thumb and I let my head slump against his hand, the touch making me feel calm again, "You can lay your head on my shoulder, pretty girl. I gotta drive."

I nodded lazily, moving my hand off of his hand and placing it on his right shoulder. He took the car out of park and drove down the road. I hummed to the song playing on the radio and he used his right hand to reach over the console, placing it on my thigh and running his thumb up and down.

"Don't do that," I mumbled, moving his hand further down so it was closer to my knee, "You're just gonna make me wanna fuck you even more."

"Sorry," he said through a chuckle as I closed my eyes, adjusting my head on his shoulder, "You have no filter when you're high."

"Why do you think I made you put my hand up my hoodie the first time I was high around you?" I mumbled, smiling to myself and he hummed, "Wes didn't tell me the strain until after we had it and he didn't know it made you horny."

"Wes?" he asked and I forgot he didn't know who Wes was.

"Mhm. Been friends with him for two years," I explained and he hummed, sounding slightly annoyed, "I left after he told me though. He had no idea."

"I'm sure he didn't," he grumbled and I smiled, looking up to see a frown now covering his face as he drove with his left hand.

"Don't be jealous. He's like a brother to me," I leaned up, kissing his jaw lightly making him sigh.

"Mhm," he hummed and I trailed kisses down his neck, sucking the flesh under his ear making him let out a heavy breath, "Layls."

"Yeah?" I mumbled against his skin, getting lost in the way his body reacted to me.

"I'm driving," he mumbled, his grip on my thigh tightening slightly making me smile against him.

"Then focus on the road," I smirked into him and he let out another breath, tilting his head to the left to give me more access. I continued to suck and kiss all over his neck as his breathing got heavier.

Suddenly, the car turned a corner before coming to a halt and I looked up to see we were already at his house. I pursed my lips, hiding my smile as I looked at the purple dot I had created on his skin.

"Let's go," he said, pulling his hand off of my thigh as he turned the car off before jumping out of the car and I followed his actions as he walked inside quietly.

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thezombieprostitute · 1 month

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Hi dear! If you're doing sleepy prompts, can I please get 12. “No offense, but you look like you haven’t slept in days” with Curtis? 💜💜

You know what? I'm gonna revisit Biker Curtis for this one. I'm sure this isn't going to go how you were thinking in any way, but it technically is answering your prompt.

Word Count: ~2.2k

A/N: Reader is Tall and Plus Size female.

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, Language, Stalkerish behavior

Ever since you and your friends left Snowpiercer last week you swear you've felt like you've been watched. You could never identify any one actually following you, but you felt like you were on edge every time you stepped foot outside.

Despite Mason's bad interaction with one of the bikers it was agreed to try the place again. After all, one bad drunk doesn't mean the entire gang is mad. Especially after Curtis stepped in, pulling rank. The fact that a decent person was clearly in charge really helped boost the place in your friend group's eyes. Plus, you really did like the burgers.

As you arrive you feel relaxed for the first time all week. Maybe it's the fact that you're with your friends, maybe the place discourages creeps. Either way, you're happy to be able to breathe.

Apparently your group is memorable, given how Tanya lights up when she sees you.

“You still designated driver,” she asks you.

“Yup,” you nod. “Now and forever.”

“Then not only is your soda on the house but so is your burger.”

“Tanya, that's too much,” you exclaim. “Andrew’s work deserves to be paid for. Those burgers are divine!”

“Don't you worry about that, Sweetie,” she shakes her head. “Also, ladies,” she addresses your group, “the owner wanted me to tell you your appetizers are all half off as an apology for what happened last week.”

You blink a few times as your friends cheer and start ordering. With your orders placed and the first round of drinks in hand you all settle in at the same table as last week.

As the chatting and catching up starts Mason looks at you and says, “No offense, but you look like you haven't slept in days.”

“None taken,” you assure. “Just been feeling on edge all week. Like I'm being watched.”

“And you haven't seen anyone?”

“Nope. But I have been making sure to change up my routes and routines, just to be safe.”

The conversation, food and drinks continued for a while, your friends soon in high spirits, when the bikers came in. You were happy to have just sat down with the next round of drinks when they came in. You didn't have to dance around the crowd this time.

And you got to lock eyes with Curtis when he came in.

His deep blue eyes had definitely shown up in a few daydreams of yours. The memory of his calloused hand and gruff voice as well. You doubt he's thought any more about you since last week. You give him a smile before turning your attention back to your friends.

Curtis is grateful that Edgar is the only person close enough to notice the hitch in his breathing when you smiled at him. He had plans in case you didn't return but here you are. And you remember him fondly enough to smile at him. He tries to return the smile and hope it looks okay. He’s not used to smiling in general but for you he’ll make the effort. Your smile doesn’t fade as you turn back to your friends so, hopefully, that meant you liked what you saw.

Ever since last week, Curtis knew you were going to be his queen. For him that meant you’d be his partner, his equal, and deserving of the respect of your people. He’s seen you as a responsible, caring, yet fun-loving person. This past week his intel has told him you’re also incredibly alert, cautious and intelligent. A few of his men noted you could tell you were being followed and the entire week no pattern of behavior could be established. You were as smart and capable as you were caring and responsible.

You were everything he could ever want in a queen. But as much as he wanted to make you his, he knew you weren’t likely to respond well to him declaring his desire. He had to play it slower than he liked. Thankfully some reliable intel was collected on you and he’d be able to use that to make you his. Your smile made him hopeful you were interested.

Edgar poked his ribs, “you gonna be okay, there?”

Curtis shook his head, “yeah. Yeah. Just glad she’s here.”

“Well, you did say she was the one. Clearly fate is agreeing with you,” Edgar smiles before heading to the bar to order Curtis’s usual for him.

Curtis tries his best to look at you without being obvious about it. He’s not used to being so nervous but you’re special, important, and he doesn’t want to scare you off. Social skills weren’t his forte but for you he’ll put in the effort.

It takes several minutes but he finally sees you get up to go back to the bar. He waits a few beats before heading up there as well. He stands next to you as you order the next round for your drinks. Your height means he doesn’t have to try to make himself smaller to appear less intimidating, another social skill he wasn’t good at. Curtis knew how to keep his head down but he could never keep himself small. With you he’ll never have to.

Tanya takes your order and turns to him, “and you want your usual, Curtis?”

“Yes, please,” he nods. You turn to face him, smiling, and he swears your smile is the prettiest he’s ever seen.

“It’s good to see you again, Curtis,” you croon. “Thank you, again, for your help last week.”

“Yeah, well,” he grumbles, “like I said. Shouldn’t have had to help.”

“And yet, when it was needed, you helped. So thank you.” You see him blush and you swear this incredibly handsome man is only more attractive with a tinge of pink in his cheeks.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about Egg-head tonight,” Curtis informs you, sending a glare over to the man in question. You follow Curtis’s gaze and see Egg-head shrink down into his seat. Looking back at you Curtis continues, “all the guys know you and yours are not to be pestered, no matter how drunk.”

“That’s incredibly kind of you,” you marvel. “Between you and yours keeping us safe and the owner giving us discounts on the great food, I think we’ll have to make this place our go-to.” Curtis’s eyes widen so you quickly offer, “unless it’s too much work for you. If it’s too much of a pain to keep an eye on us, we can find a different spot.”

“No, no,” Curtis stammers. “I’m just…this place isn’t usually a regular spot for anyone but bikers.”

“Will that be a problem? Are we going to have to get our own bikes or anything?”

“No,” he chuckles to cover for the shakiness in his breath at the image of you in his leather jacket. “There’s no prerequisite for becoming a regular here. Except for being nice to the staff. Right, Tanya?”

“Damn right, Curtis,” she asserts as she hands you the next round of drinks and a refill on the nachos. “So you’ve got nothing to worry about, Sweetheart. Andrew gets more compliments on his food every time you visit than an entire gang of bikers gives him in a month!”

“In my defense, it’s very good food,” you chuckle. “And while you saw my friends kinda drunk last time, you haven’t seen them go all night. You could easily say we’re too much and never let us back in.”

Tanya snorts, “if I can put up with an entire gang of bikers with this one’s help,” she points to Curtis, “I can take care of your group of gal pals with your help.”

“Oh, you’re the adult of the group as well,” you ask Curtis.

“Part and parcel with being in charge,” he nods.

“Well it’s good to know you’ll be clear headed in case any trouble comes up,” you beam. “Thanks for everything, Tanya! The way they’re going through nachos I’ll likely be back in about 10 minutes.”

Tanya laughs as you walk back to your table, food and drinks in hand. She watches Curtis watching you move gracefully between groups to get to your table, using your height to your advantage to keep the food from bumping into others. “So when are you making your move,” she asks him.

“I…I’m working on it,” he grumbles, grabbing his drink before heading back to his table.

Edgar watched the whole thing and congratulates Curtis on doing so well, “she was smiling, chuckling, I think she’s into you!”

“You’re just saying that because you’re my brother,” Curtis argues.

“It’s because you’re my brother that I wouldn’t say it if it weren’t true,” he counters. “But I couldn’t hear anything over the noise. What all did you talk about?”

“She and her friends are thinking of making this place their regular spot,” Curtis tells him.

“Thank fuck,” Edgar responds. “Does that mean we can call off the guys? Let her get some peace and quiet from being followed around?”

Curtis sighs and ponders. “Okay, pull them back. I’ll figure out a way to casually run into her before their next visit. In the meantime, make sure Gilliam knows his gift went a long way to keeping her around and Tanya deserves a raise or a bonus.”

“I’m pretty sure Tanya’s ‘bonus’ is having another sober adult around to help her.”

“She’s got a kid,” Curtis chides. “She needs monetary compensation more than anything.”

“Fair, fair,” Edgar placates. “Are you gonna be able to keep everyone in line while you’re watching her, though? You’ve been pretty focused on watching your giantess’s every move.”

“She’s not a giant,” Curtis hisses.

“Fine, but you do pay a lot more attention to her than you do to your people when we’re here. That’s something that’s not going to go unnoticed by some of the more unruly members.”

Curtis nods in agreement, “lucky I’ve got you and a few other officers to help keep them in line. Anyone acts out, breaks the rules, gets made an example of. I may be a little distracted but that doesn’t mean I’m not in charge.”

“Sure thing, Boss. In the meantime, I think your gia….um, your…your girl is talking about you with her friends.”

Curtis barely manages to control the urge to look in your direction, “what makes you say that?”

“They’re all taking turns looking at you and giggling while she keeps looking embarrassed,” Edgar smiles. “I think you’ve got their approval.”

“I hope so. It’ll be an important part of getting and keeping her.”

“You’re really set on her, even though you barely know her?”

“I don’t know how to explain it, Edgar. Sometimes you see someone and you know they’re going to affect your life. The fact that it’s backed up by her having all the traits I’m looking for? And then some? The fact that I truly believe she could hold her own against any of our gang? You know I’m not one for sentimentality but it feels like fate to me.”

“If it’s fate, why don’t you just go and tell her what’s going on now?”

“Fate gives you the chance, the opportunity. You can still fuck it up.”

Edgar nods, “I still think you should just go ask her out. Sometimes a direct approach is best. Especially when she keeps glancing your way.”

“Fuck,” Curtis whispers, painfully steeling himself from immediately looking towards you. Edgar laughs at the reaction. Curtis glares at Edgar, “if this goes south, scares her away, I’m blaming you.”

“I’ll accept the blame if it’ll save everyone time and energy into your attempts at flirting,” he chuckles.

Curtis takes a few breaths to steady himself. You’re walking back to the bar, empties in hand, when he gets up to follow you. A few of his gang give him an encouraging pat on the back as he walks past them. The gang knows Curtis is a great president for their group; prefers negotiation but won’t hesitate to fight, insists others get medical attention first, makes sure they’re all taken care of. But they know flirting has never been in his skill-set so they’re happy to encourage him.

He stands next to you at the bar as you thank Tanya and tell Andrew how much the food was enjoyed and he smiles. Sensing his presence you turn and smile wider at him. He feels unusually shy but he has to do this. “Would you, maybe, want to go out sometime? When we’re not taking care of everyone else? Just the two of us?”

He swears he sees a sparkle in your eyes as you consider.

“I have to ask,” you start, “if I were to say ‘no’ would that mean we couldn’t come back?”

“No,” Curtis shakes his head. “There’d be no animosity, no reduced protection, nothing like that. If you’re not interested, you’re not interested.”

You hold out your hand, “can I put my number on your phone?”

Tagging @alicedopey and @icefrozendeadlyqueen because I promised I would! Also tagging @krirebr just in case Ask notifications are wonky.

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kissagii · 4 months

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A sunny day in the rainy season sums up what it’s like to love Yoichi.

cw: gender neutral reader, 1.2k words, food/eating mentions, mild cursing like once, yoichi is a dense idiot, it’s pure sappy fluff <33

Loving Isagi is soft and warm, like the first day of sun after a week of nothing but rain – a day so long awaited that the only thing he can think to do is spend the entire day at your side, celebrating the good weather that he just knows means spring is on the way. When it’s the golden rays of sun that wake Isagi up, he’s sure it’s you that’s shining: your glowing face and smile that’s brighter than a thousand suns. At long last the tiredness is gone from his aching muscles, and he’s sure that’s your work too. He should get up, he thinks, he should cook you something to celebrate the return of the sun, but you cling onto him so tightly… there’s no harm in staying, is there?

“Hm… I’m so glad I don’t have practice today” he mumbles, half to himself, basking in your warmth and the gentle rays of morning that peek through the curtains.

“Why?” you ask, roused by his gentle mumbles.

He freezes and blushes like a schoolboy with his first love, not having intended to wake you up. “It means we can spend the day together. The rain finally stopped and it’s already sunny, we should celebrate.”

“Celebrate what, Yoichi?” You ask. It’s another one of Isagi’s silly ideas, and you can’t be bothered to understand it, not when his touch is so warm and gentle and laying there together in his bed that’s not big enough for two you think you’ve finally understood what people mean when they say someone can feel like home. Isagi feels like home.

Isagi’s not sure exactly what he wants to celebrate beyond the fact that today just has to be celebrated. He nuzzles close into you and says, “Well… that we survived the rain. That the sun’s back and spring’s on the way. That we’ve been together for a year.”

“A… year?” Has it been that long already?

“Yeah… crazy, right? It’s still a while until the day we made things official- official… but we were basically dating before then, right?”

So it has been… One almost-spring to another. You both remember the time with fondness, though in the moment the stormy weather had been a perfect representation of how you felt. The maybe-relationship stage had been confusing and scary and frustrating, but everything turned out alright, so really, how bad could it have been? It brought Isagi closer to you, after all, so for all he knew it was the best blessing he had ever received.

“I guess we should celebrate then,” You say with a laugh, “A sunny day after the rainstorms to celebrate making it for a year after whatever that was. Fitting, isn’t it?”

He pulls you close by the waist, placing a loving kiss on your forehead. “Mhm. We should go have breakfast at that one cafe where you got upset ‘cause the barista gave me her number.”

“Oh god, the one where I called you a dense idiot?” You remember the café clearly, a quaint little place where you almost rethought your entire relationship with Isagi. You’d gone back once or twice since that day, but never with him.

“Yeah, that one. You were right though, I was being a dense idiot,” He laughs, untangling himself from your arms to get out of bed, though he’d really rather stay there with you all day, wrapped in the blankets without a care in the world.

“But now you’re my dense idiot, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Just as he promised, Isagi takes you to breakfast, though he insists you walk together to properly enjoy the weather. He holds your hand the whole way. Every flower you pass he points out, saying it reminds him of you in some way. One was the color of a shirt you wore on a particularly memorable date, another he swears was in a bouquet you gave him once, a third he remembers seeing outside your apartment, and most of them he just thinks are pretty like you.

Like a gentleman he pays for the both of you, and he has your coffee order memorized. It’s the same coffee you got that day last year, when he ordered your favorite from memory for the first time.

“When did you first memorize my coffee order?” You ask as you sit down at a little table on the patio, the cafe owner’s cat sitting on the railing and watching the two of you with wide eyes. The sunlight makes Yoichi’s equally wide, lovestruck eyes sparkle sapphire blue.

“I don’t know… early on, I guess. I think it made me finally realize that I thought of you as more than a friend. I can hardly remember Bachira’s order after all this time, so why did I get yours so easily?”

For a moment you sit in silence – it was true, you realized. Who else could he order coffee for without messing up their order once? Even before you were together he would surprise you with something after a rough day, always timed perfectly though you never really told him how you were feeling.

“I think I realized I had feelings for you when you took me to the park after a particularly rough day… Do you remember that? When you grabbed my hand and we ran around under the stars it was like everything made sense.”

“But that was so early… damn, I really am dense, aren’t I?” Isagi laughs awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. His smile is shy and lopsided, it’s the smile you fell in love with so quickly.

You think back to what you said a year ago, the memory vivid in your mind. “Isagi Yoichi, you are a dense idiot! I think you’re the stupidest man I’ve ever met, and I’ve known a lot of stupid men in my lifetime. I swear, I can’t stand you sometimes!”

At first, he seems taken aback, but immediately he bursts into laughter. “I love you too, sweetheart. You’re right though, I am pretty dense, aren’t I?”

The day is yours, yours and his, but mostly yours because to Isagi you are the sun, and the sun is here to illuminate you at long last. Everything he says and does, every word and every action, no matter how small, is a new way to say “I love you.” You visit every place that was important to you back then, in an almost-spring a year past, the parks and restaurants and streetcorners that defined a whole rainy season. And when the day grows late and you return to Isagi’s home, a home that may as well be yours, the sun is gone until another dawn but Isagi doesn’t mind. It never was a day to celebrate the sun, it was a day to celebrate his love for you, which feels just the same as a long-awaited sunny day.

“I love you, Yoichi,” You murmur, running your fingers gently through his soft inky hair, watching as his chest rises and falls peacefully.

“I love you too…” He murmurs, half asleep, “In the sun and in the rain… last year and this year and next year and every year after… I love you.”

Spring may be far – weeks away, perhaps months – but all of its beauty is not something Isagi longs for anymore. No, the wintertime may be rainy and cold, but with you in it, he feels as though every day is graced by the gentle sun that is love. Your love, his love, and the steady, sunny glow where they meet.

i love him a normal amount

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dating 101 (18+) part 27 - cody rhodes x reader

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pairing(s): cody rhodes x fem!reader, roman reigns x fem!reader, austin theory x fem!reader

warning(s): swearing, jealous!cody

genre(s): college!au, slow burn, fluff, angst

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she woke up with a groan. the sound of her alarm blaring from her phone becoming increasingly annoying with every millisecond that passed. she reached for her phone beside her head, opening her eyes to stop the alarm as she sat up in her bed. austin stirred from the bed on the floor, and she watched as he turned on to lay on his back before he continued to snore softly.

she pushed her blanket off of her, getting out of bed and carefully stepping over austin so she could make it over to her desk. y/n pulled out her toiletry bag, her keys, and made her way to her door. y/n pulled her door open slightly - just enough for her to slip out of the room without too much light seeping in.

with her head pounding, she made her way to the bathroom to find that cody was already in there.

“morning, cody.” she mumbled, taking up the space at the sink besides where cody was already standing.

cody looked over the girl, his gaze transfixed to where the girl’s crop top ended and left her midsection on display. his initials were beginning to scar over, and cody wanted nothing more than to reach out and trace his fingers over them. he felt pride in the fact that the girl didn’t hide the fact that he had branded her, especially knowing that the mystery man was most likely still in that room. “morning, y/n.” he greeted after he spit out his toothpaste, turning on the tap and washing off his toothbrush.

they stood in silence for a moment as cody washed out his mouth with his mouthwash and y/n began to brush her teeth. y/n stared at herself in the mirror as she thought back to the events of the night before.

it was a much needed reunion for her and austin. their night was full of giggles, bad singing and rapping, and them doordashing mcdonalds and eating to their hearts’ content before calling it a night. and although austin had told her to cool it on the deep talks, of course y/n still brought it up. and she could now happily say that she’s made up her mind and her heart.

“so, i uh happened to overhear your friend before he went in.” cody began, clearing his throat as he put away his stuff into his own bag. he caught y/n’s gaze in the mirror, noting that the girl had seemed lost in thought before he caught her attention again. “you were crying?” he asked as he walked over to her, already reaching into her bag for a hair tie.

cody felt a little awkward as he began to tie her hair up. although the girl had requested that he didn’t change the way he had treated her from before they started sleeping together, cody couldn’t help but overthink about what would be overstepping. it took everything in him to not wrap his arms around her waist and pull her back against him after he finished tying her hair, but cody forced himself to take a step back.

“uh, yeah.” y/n replied after spitting out her toothpaste and washing her toothbrush. “very stressful day yesterday. so i called austin and he drove up and we drank.” she continued, catching cody’s gaze. she watched as he reached for her mouthwash, pouring some into the cap before holding it out for her to take.

“you drank?” cody asked, and suddenly he could feel chills run down his spine. “with austin?” he continued.

cody figures this is what it felt like to be insecure. he remembers austin as being the man in the group chat who had told y/n that he would bend her over and put the plan b to use. he also remembers as austin being that man that y/n said had been trying to get in her pants since forever. clearly y/n and austin were close, with y/n being so upset that she needed a friend to be there with her and austin being the first to come to her mind because she didn’t want to reach out to him and ted.

he could feel the way his heart seemed to physically drop in his chest, and cody became hyperaware of how slow his heart began to beat. he hadn’t noticed that he was frowning, or that y/n had turned to face him until he felt her hands against his cheeks.

“jealousy is a good look on you, codes.” y/n mused softly in a teasing manner, exactly how she had once told him so long ago. she pressed her thumbs pressing against the corners of cody’s mouth as she pushed them upwards.

cody’s hands immediately found their place on her hips and he relaxed against her touch. that was one way to ease a man’s nerves, he thought to himself with a smile.

“just a little jealous.” cody admitted, watching as y/n chuckled and turned back around in his grasp to face the mirror again. she reached for her skincare as cody let his hands fall from her hips, stepping off to the side and leaning against the counter.

“to answer your questions: yes i drank and yes, specifically with austin. i needed a little pick me up and honestly, being reunited with him was something i didn’t know i needed so badly.” she sighed, a small smile on her face as she began her skincare routine.

cody hummed in acknowledgement. although her actions had made him feel a little better, cody could still feel as though he was about to break down and cry yet again. he wanted to be there for y/n in the way austin was, but cody understood why she couldn’t come to him or ted.

as he watched her go through her skincare routine, cody could only imagine what else happened in that room. he knew how y/n was when she was drunk - but the fact that she wasn’t throwing up the contents of her stomach right now were enough to reassure cody that she didn’t get completely shitfaced. cody also only knew the surface of y/n and austin’s relationship, he had no idea if she was as touchy with him as she was with him and ted.

that fact was enough for cody to want to leave just a few more marks of his name etched into her skin - for good measure, of course. then, another thought hit him. "did you two sleep in the same bed?" he asked.

jealousy made cody feel ugly. he hated the way he felt at the thought of y/n in bed with another man, and even now when he thinks about how she'd nap with ted, cody could feel himself getting angry. before cody could continue to wallow in his anger and sadness, y/n spoke up, "no. he brought an air mattress."

cody visibly relaxed and he let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding in.

in the next moment, austin walked into the bathroom, slightly stumbling on his own two feet. “morning.” he hummed in greeting, walking over and wrapping his arm around y/n’s waist as he pressed a kiss to the side of her head - careful of her skin.

cody tore his gaze away from them, swallowing back the envy that had balled up in his throat.

“morning austin.” she greeted with a smile, catching austin’s gaze in the reflection. “oh, this is cody by the way.” she introduced cody to austin. “cody, this is austin. my step-brother.”

it was then that cody’s gaze snapped back to where her and austin stood. y/n knew it was unnecessary to introduce austin as her step-brother, after all, their parents had yet to tie the knot. but when she saw the confidence and hope reignite in cody’s gaze, she knew that it was the right choice.

“disgusting.” austin groaned, unwrapping his arm from around her waist. “they’re not married yet, baby. please don’t remind me that we’re going to be related.” he huffed, walking past her. as he passed by cody, he gave the man a fistbump in greeting before walking into a stall.

“but didn’t you say that he’s been trying to get at -“ cody began, his brows furrowed in confusion.

“we missed the timing.” y/n answered quickly, her cheeks burning up in embarrassment. “our parents got together in middle school when we used to actually have crushes on each other. it sorta just faded into this dynamic where austin suggests we fuck like those step-siblings in porn.” she laughed.

the sound of the toilet flushing was followed by austin emerging from the stall. “all i’m saying is, if there’s a washing machine - you better hope you get there before me, cody.” he joked with a laugh as he walked up to a sink and began to wash his hands. however, even cody could tell that there was some truth under his words.

cody’s gaze flickered between the two of them as y/n went back to finishing her skincare routine. he suddenly felt a semi-wet hand tap his shoulder and cody turned his head to give austin his full attention. his eyes widened in shock as austin whispered in his ear, his gaze still fixed on the man even as he laughed and left the restroom to retreat back to y/n’s.

“what’d he say?” y/n asked after austin left the room, clearly having watched the exchange between the two men in the mirror.

cody could only turn back to face y/n with a wide smile, taking a step towards her and wrapping his arm around her waist. he rubbed his thumb over his initials on carved into her hip, hearing the way her breath hitched in her throat and she quickly met his gaze in the reflection.

“don’t worry your silly little head, sweetheart.” he mused, watching the way her blush on her cheeks had deepened.

she turned her head so she could look up at him instead, a wide smile on her face. she reached up to cup his face in her hand, feeling him press against her hand gently. she figures whatever austin told cody was enough for him to stop acting so cautious around her. she was thankful for that, after all, she was beginning to miss cody’s touch and the way he’d look at her with hopeful eyes instead if the sad ones that had adorned his face since the previous day.

“yeah?” she whispered, figuring that she didn’t need to say much else.

“yeah.” cody affirmed with a hum, feeling her thumb run across her cheekbone before she pulled her hand away from his face.

the original plan was to finally get her to realize that i’m the best guy there is for her. but with the way she talked about you last night and has been talking about you since she’s met you, i already know her heart’s made a decision. don’t make me regret giving her up to you.

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 3 months

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Accidentally In Enemies : Teaser (S.CB)

Word Count : 0.7k

Warnings : break up, heartbreak, mention of stalking (jokingly), swearing

The next couple weeks seemed to go by the same. She followed her routine, taking everything day by day. San and his new girlfriend seemed to be everywhere. She tried not to notice them, but it was as if her eyes could only see them. As if they knew when they were nearby and immediately searched for them even in crowded rooms. To her, they stuck out. As if they had an aura around them.

And Changbin. Changbin was always there, covering her eyes, turning her away, telling her not to look at them. If she just read between the lines, she could see that he was begging for her to only look at him. Looking at her with so much love in his eyes, it overflowed into his gentle touch, overflowed into the way he’d tuck her hair behind her ears, smiling at her. Overflowed into the way he’d carry her groceries to his car so she wouldn’t have to take the bus home. Even carry them into her place so she wouldn’t hurt herself.

She tried not to think about it. Thinking of all the little things Changbin does for her would send her into a spiral. Wondering why. Overthinking all their interactions from high school on. Maybe she read him wrong. Maybe he wasn’t the asshole she had painted him to be in her mind.

“Again? Are you stalking him or something?” Changbin chuckled as he turned her towards him. And she remembered who he really was. All the nice things he’s done could never outweigh the bad.

“Are you stalking me?” She questioned back. Changbin just laughed as he shook his head. He couldn’t help but think about how cute she looked. Staring at him with her arms crossed and a small pout on her face. She could never look angry, no matter how hard she tried. He wanted to tell her how cute he found her, but he bit his tongue. Like he did every time affectionate words crawled up his throat. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t bring himself to say the words he wanted to.

“Y/n, Changbin, hey.” Both of them were so caught up in each other, they didn’t notice San making his way towards them. His smile was wide as he looked between the two. Y/n tried to greet him back but no words came out. She hasn’t seen him up close in over a month. She almost forgot just how pretty he was. Changbin noticed, his smile slightly faltering. She still wasn’t over him.

“Hey.” Changbin responded. He hated the way San looked so happy while Y/n looked so broken. He tried so hard to block San from Y/n’s view so she wouldn’t see how happy he was, but it was impossible to do when he stood right in front of her, as if showing off his new found happiness. Changbin noticed her eyes glancing towards San’s new girlfriend, so clearly comparing herself to her.

He wanted so badly to hold her, whisper in her ear that to him, she was so much prettier. That he loved her little quirks he knows she hates. The flaws she sees just makes her more ethereal to him. As if she wasn’t real. A figment of his imagination. Someone he made up. Created in his mind as his perfect girlfriend. As if he could reach out and his hand would go right through her.

“I always knew there was something more than hatred between you two.” San smiled. Y/n’s eyes widened, which made San chuckle. “I thought it was just sexual tension, but you two look really good together.” Changbin wrapped his arm around her waist, bringing her closer to him, his thumb gently rubbing her side, which comforted her, grounded her. She focused on the feeling of his thumb rather than the feeling of her heart breaking again.

“Seeing her sad after you broke up with her really helped me pull my head out of my ass. I never want to see her sad again.” Y/n looked to Changbin. He met her eyes, giving her a soft smile. She didn’t need to know that’s how he really felt. He could pretend that he was just putting on an act.

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Life’s brighter with you around/luke castellan

authors note: In honor of my 1 year anniversary of being on tumblr yay so I thought what better than write a Luke oneshot. And also the reader is the daughter of selene the goddes of the moon cause I haven’t seen a kid of them yet on tumble

Summary:Luke’s always had nightmares ever since he can remember but that all changed when he met you

Pairing: luke castellan x Selene daughter!reader

Warning: slight angst, mentions of death, and torturing

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Ever since Luke can remember he always had terrible nightmares. Either about his mothers death,his father leaving, Thalia being tortured. He’ll wake up in a cold sweat tears running down his face looking around rapidly. It was absolutely horrible like being trapped in an old disgusting memory but he just had to watch it happen again. No moving no screaming just watching. He made a swear to himself that if anyone he loved where to get hurt he’d sacrifice himself.

Especially when he met you. You arrived at camp when you where where 13 he had barely been there a few months when he met you. You walked threw the gates looking the best way Luke can describe like you’d been hit by a bus. A bruised eye cut lip and large cut on your side bleeding threw your shirt looking like yo I where gonna pass out. It made Luke remember everything he has to go threw to get to camp.

He remembers you coming in and almost falling from the blood loss. He immediately runs up to you getting you by the shoulders. “Hey are you ok”he asked “um not really kinda bleeding out just a little bit” oh here let me get you to the infirmary” he walked you to the infirmary in the middle of camp finally settling you down in a bed. “Chiron Chiron can somebody tell Chiron we have a new camper who needs immediate medical attention” that’s all you nheard till it faded to black. But you where patched up and woke up. Looking around frantically you spotted Luke “you your the guys who helped me” he chuckles “ yea no problem you can call me Luke castellan” he states holding out his hand “ well castellan you can call me y/n l/n” after that you and Luke had become inseparable.

Luke had spent all day trying to find your godly parent and there was no luck. Till that night you where talking to Luke about how you’ve always felt some strange connection to the moon and it’s beauty. All of a sudden a crescent moon appeared above you. He looked up shocked “you your the child of Selene the moon goddess”. You laughed “guess that explains my weird moon obsession. You where the only child at camp daughter of the moon goddess there was obviously no cabin for you. Which meant your home would be in the Hermes cabin. But that was a plus meant you could be closer to Luke.One night you where trying to sleep when you where woken up to heavy breathing.

You looked around till you pinpointed the sound. Luke’s bunk You thought. You quickly make your wait over there. He sees you and calms his breathing a bit. “Oh I’m sorry did I wake you”. “No no don’t worry are you ok bad dream”. “Oh um yea” “want me to maybe stay with you I don’t have to but if it’ll make you feel better”. “That would actually make me feel a lot better” you smile and slowly crawl into bed with him. You wake up to one of Lukes half siblings Hannah looking over you too smirking. “Hey you can’t tell anyone Hannah please” you pleaded. “Fine I’ll keep your little secret” she says she walking away. After that it became a usual thing he’d get nightmares come to your bed you’d crawl into his. And Hannah would wake you before everyone else woke. But eventually Luke got tired of hiding this.

you where so devoted to helping him he felt himself truly slipping into you more and more every day. It’s like he didn’t know what to do. “Chris it’s driving me mad I just love her so much” Chris rolls his eyes sick of hearing this every day. “ then why don’t you ask her out already she clearly likes you”. “You think she really does” he says hopeful look on his face” “man look she wakes up whenever you want doesn’t get mad you interrupt her sleep gets into literal bed with you just to make you feel better after your bad dreams I don’t know but that sounds like love to me”

“oh my Gods Chris thank you for opening my eyes I gotta” he says running away. “Hah and now I’m getting some money” Chris exclaims remembering his bet with Clarissa over who would convince the other to date each-other first.

When Luke finally finds you he’s breathing heavily. “Are you ok” “ yes Amazing actually ok here goes nothing y/n l/n I love you with all my heart I love how caring you are and how you never hesitate to help out anyone” I love hearing you talk about things you love like the stars and the moon and hearing the stories while you point at constellations”. “You’ve made my life amazing and saved me will you be my girlfriend” “oh my goodness you finally ask of course I’ll be your girlfriend idiot” you exclaim grabbing his face and kissing him”. Then you here a angry

groan in the back you both look to see clarisse stomping her feet like a child. “what clarisse sad I got her first” Luke says. “No castellan Im angry I lost my bet with Chris” she says storming off. You look at Luke and say “ten bucks there gonna date next” “ten bucks I’ll get Chris to date her next”. “ oh your so on pretty boy you say”. And then started the ongoing bets at camp half-blood. Watching the sky that night with Luke you could have sworn the moon shined just a little brighter with him around

author note: this kinda went off the rails but it’s was so fun to make and now I write for clarisse cause I found my love for her also sorry the text style changed halfway threw I switched devices

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A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova and Enolio. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Bellova fights to get herself back.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: THIS IS A DARK CHAPTER. It contains violence, mentions of murder, suicide, and torture, death, weapons, and swearing

A/n: i’m sorry this took so long to get out🥲🥲i’m gonna try to update this series more often

Coriolanus felt as if his body was turning to ice.

He barely managed to refrain from trembling in fear. His life could be ended with a flick of Bellova’s wrist if he didn’t think fast enough.

He decided against trying to play coy. He knew that would only infuriate her more, and lead to his demise.

“I can explain,” he said as gently as he could.

Bellova’s cold laughter echoed in his ears, making him shudder in her painfully tight grasp. Her sharp nails dug into his pale complexion, slowly but surely breaking through the first layers of skin.

“I would love to hear your reasoning as to why you thought ruining my life would be a wise choice,” she replied. She was beyond angry, which Coriolanus knew was bad news for him.

“Where did you get-“

“The knife?” Bellova chuckled lowly, dragging the sharp edge back-and-forth across Coriolanus’s neck, applying just enough pressure to make him gasp. “When you took all of the weapons from my room, you didn’t check underneath my bed. I hid a blade tucked in the frame in case of emergencies. And this seemed like a fitting time to use it.”

Coriolanus swallowed. His throat felt like it had been replaced by sandpaper.

“How did you…become you again?”

“I don’t know. Everything was a blur. I felt like I was pulled out of a fever dream and back to reality.”

Bellova let go of him, only to spin him around and hold her blade right above his heart. “Now, you’re going to explain exactly what the fuck you did to me. The last thing I remember was being stabbed in the neck by a syringe, and collapsing on the floor of your office. Clearly, you took my mind hostage and took control of everything in my life.”

Coriolanus backed up, but Bellova was relentless. She grabbed him by the neck and shoved hard, pressing him up against the wall. Her lips curled into a sneer.

He had forgotten just how terrifying she could be.

“I deserve an explanation, and I intend to get it. Then, once I’m satisfied, I’m going to kill you, as slowly and painfully as I can.”

Somehow, her violent threat snapped him out of his fearful mindset.

He could easily physically overpower her. He was now stronger than her, thanks to his time as a peacekeeper. During their Academy days, Bellova had prided herself in her physical strength. Though she appeared harmless, with a few well-placed blows, she could bring almost anyone to their knees. He was always envious of that ability, as he couldn’t match it. He was too malnourished to even try.

But now, he was properly fed and had developed a significant amount of muscle during his peacekeeper training.

He could kill her with his bare hands if he wanted to.

And right now, he really fucking wanted to.

But he knew it wasn’t the right choice. He had to play her game first.

With faux reluctance, Coriolanus told Bellova everything. How he’d used Dr. Gaul’s serum to alter her mind, how he’d killed her father and taken over the Reginelle family’s resources, how he’d gotten her closest friends arrested.

He was practically able to see the cogs in her mind working. Her eyes, which once again contained the fierceness that Coriolanus had worked so hard to erase, were filing with angry tears.

He flinched as he felt his cheek meet the palm of her hand harshly. He wasn’t surprised that she’d slapped him, but it was still irritating. She really was a bitch.

“You’re a fucking snake, Coriolanus Snow,” she hissed, wrapping one of her hands around his throat and bringing the tip of her knife closer to his heart. “Say goodbye to everything you’ve accomplished, none of it will matter once I’m through with you.”

Bellova raised the blade, ready to begin creating morbid lacerations her “fiancé’s” perfect skin.

But as her hand came down, Coriolanus reached out and grabbed her wrist, effectively stopping the motion. Before she could squirm away, he ripped the weapon out of her hand. His temper flared, and he shoved her to the hard marble floor, making her cry out in pain. She tried to scramble away, but he was on top of her before she could get back on her feet.

Bellova opened her mouth to scream, but Coriolanus muffled the noise with his large hand. “Scream again and I’ll end you, you dumb bitch,” he snarled in her face. He grabbed the ends of her hair and tugged harshly, and she let out a quiet whine. She kept squirming wildly, trying to escape him, but she was trapped. He had her pinned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bellova asked, her face flushed with panic and fury. “You’ve already done enough damage, why won’t you just let me be?”

“You know too much,” he sneered, intensifying his grip in her hair. She whimpered, silent tears streaming down her face. “I can’t have you exposing all of my endeavors, it would ruin my reputation and my blossoming career.”

“So you took over my head and ruined my life just to keep me quiet?“

Coriolanus laughed darkly. “You’re acting like you wouldn’t do the same if you were in my shoes.”

“Oh, shut u-“

He didn’t hesitate to smack her across the face, grinning as she cringed from the pain. “Now, my darling fiancée, this can go one of two ways. Either you stop fighting me and accept your fate, or I kill you and tell everyone in the Capitol you committed suicide. Which will it be?”

Bellova looked defeated. Coriolanus smirked, satisfied with the fact that he’d finally gotten his way.

Then, she spit in his face.

“I’ll never live under your rule, Snow,” she sneered. “I’d rather die.”

Coriolanus was extremely tempted to use Bellova‘s own knife to torture her slowly, dragging out her pain until her body couldn’t take it anymore. However, he knew that one of the servants or Avoxes in the estate would hear her screams, and he’d be caught red-handed.

So, he settled for knocking her out with a punch to her temple.

Picking her up, Coriolanus threw her onto the bed unceremoniously. He cursed silently, storming into his closet and pulling on an outfit as quickly as possible. He walked out of the room and hurried down the stairs, throwing on a coat and grabbing his satchel.

“I’m going to the Citadel. Emergency meeting with Dr. Gaul,” he told Enolio. “Don’t enter Bellova’s room, she’s had a rough night and her sleep must not be disturbed. If I hear that you defied my order, I’ll get you fired. Understood?”

Enolio looked pissed, but nodded. “Yes, sir.”

Coriolanus rushed out of the building and climbed into one of Bellova’s many family cars before the driver could open the door for him.

“Take me to the Citadel, get me there as fast as you can.”

The driver gulped, and started the car. Like many of the workers at the Reginelle estate, he got nervous when the Snow heir was around.

Coriolanus knew he tended to have that effect on people, which he greatly enjoyed.

He’d never get tired of seeing people’s eyes widen in fear when they realized he was about to end their careers lives.

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“Dr. Gaul?”

Coriolanus’s voice echoed through the empty lab. The only living beings in sight were mutations, which chirped, hissed, and mewled quietly in their cages.

“Back here, Mr. Snow.”

He followed the doctor’s voice until he spotted her at the very back of the lab. She was staring at a couple of sketched designs, both of which were labeled as mutts to include the next Hunger Games.

“I need help,” Coriolanus said, hanging his satchel on the back of a chair. “It’s Bellova. She’s back to her old self.”

“And how exactly did that happen?” The doctor’s voice was deadly quiet, making Coriolanus fidget uncomfortably.

“I-I don’t know. I went to go shower, and when I went back to her bedroom, she attacked me with a knife. I knocked her out after a bit of a struggle, and I came here.”

Dr. Gaul frowned, her horrifying eyes narrowing. “Perhaps she finally was able to fight the altercations the serum made to her mind, and regain control.”

“Maybe,” Coriolanus said. “But I need to get her back under. I can’t have her telling everyone about…about everything I’ve done.”

Dr. Gaul sighed, setting down her papers. “Bring her here tomorrow morning. Once she wakes she will undoubtedly be hostile, so you’ll need to threaten her with violence to get her to comply. By the time she arrives in my lab, I will have an experimental room ready specifically to perform tests on her.”

“What tests?“

The doctor grinned crookedly. “We will see if she can be persuaded to behave the way you want. If so, we can keep her off the serum. But if not, we will keep her here until I develop a new formula that will keep her mind malleable and vulnerable, allowing you to have full control.”

“And what if neither of those work?”

Dr. Gaul shrugged nonchalantly.

“Then we will dispose of her. We can’t have anything getting in the way of your success, can we, Mr. Snow?”

Coriolanus smirked.

“No, we certainly can’t.”

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itjazzbicch · 1 year

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Words of Strength

Pairing: Manjiro "Mikey" Sano x reader

Summary: Waking up in the hospital after hearing a voice, the reader remembers what happened during a major fight alongside their fellow Toman members, assuring their best friend, Mikey, that they're not going anywhere...

(Fight is made up and doesn't include any specific characters!)

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, hospital, injury, mentions of fighting, slight swearing

Word Count: 846

“Y/N, if you can hear me-“

I knew this voice. Even in the endless black pit that my soul was submerged in, I could hear just that one voice. The only thing reaching my consciousness.

“Please, wake up. You can’t die on me. P-Please.”

That voice began to crack, able to tell the person speaking was crying. Full of fear and desperation.

I had no clue what was happening, swimming in a black hole, but their words touched deep.

Everything around me was white and blurry. It was cold and my body was still numb, waking up and tried to examine the things around me to figure out where I was.

“M-Mikey?” Seeing a figure next to me, the shape of blonde hair I could barely manage to figure out lead me to believe it was him.

“Y/N!” He was quiet but shot out of his seat.

“Where,” I went to sit up just to have a huge strike of pain fill my head, groaning through my words, “Where the hell are we?”

“You need to lie down,” He was gentle, taking my shoulders and guiding me back down to the bed, answering my question, “We’re in the hospital.”

“The hospital?” With my eyes shut tight, I retraced my thoughts and couldn’t find an answer as to why we were there, why I was the one in the hospital bed.

“You don’t remember what happened?” Looking to meet his gaze, I’d never seen him so concerned.

His eyes were light red like he’d be crying. Looking down at his arms, I noticed a few scratches that were clearly from fighting.

Finally, some pieces started to come back to me. The fight in the parking lot against a gang we’d been having issues with.

Mikey was taking on their leader and there were so many people that it was hard to tell who even had an advantage.

“I-“ I tried to speak in an attempt to console him, my headache growing worse as I remembered what put me in here.

One of those punks had a metal baseball bat. Mikey’s back was turned and despite the parking lot being flooded with hoodlums, my eyes found that guy targeting Mikey.

There was no feeling in my body, just the sound of my footsteps splashing through the rain, pushing Mikey out of the way.

The giant crack I heard was the bat against my skull. Then nothing.

No Looking back to Mikey, he knew that I now remembered, tears swelling up in the corners of his eyes.

I’d never seen Mikey cry and that made me feel so guilty. The voice I heard that begged me not to die was him.

“Mikey,” Propping myself up with my hands slowly to sit up, I explained while fighting tears of my own, “You didn’t see that guy and I don’t know why, but my body just moved to get you out of there.”

“I u-understand,” Swallowing a breath, he was a bit relieved that I didn’t lose any of my memory, hugging me softly, telling me, “But don’t you take a hit like that for me ever again. You’ve been out for days. Never scare me like that, again.”

“I’m sorry,” I whispered, hugging him back as tightly as I could with tired arms, “I just-“

There was no fighting my tears. Guilt had never stormed me so horribly. I bet he was terrified that I’d never wake up.

“I just couldn’t stand there and watch some sneak in a hit like that on you. I love you too much,” I was shaking while admitting my feelings.

Sitting up, he wiped my tears away, cooing, “I know, Y/N.”

Mikey had already lost people he loved and the fear of that bad luck would probably always be there. It felt that it was my duty to make sure he wouldn’t have to worry about that again, even though that was easier said than done.

“But don’t worry, Mikey,” I sniffled, putting on a tired smile for him, “I’m never gonna leave you.”

Taking his hand and squeezing, I wanted him to know I meant that wholeheartedly and with all the power in my soul.

Earning a smile back, my heart was flooded with warmth as he smiled back softly:

“I love you too, Y/N. Always stay by my side. I need you.”

“Always,” That was a vow, pulling back into another hug, savoring it but my eyes darting to the door.

There was a huge gasp, our crybaby hero in the doorway, “Y/N-Kun! You’re awake!”

“I’ll go get the nurse,” Mitsuya was behind him, Mikey and I smiling at Takemitchy running over to my bedside, exploding with tears:

“I’m so happy!”

“I’m alright, Takemitchy,” I assured, Mikey giving me the space to give him a comforting hug.

“You should know Y/N’s tough,” Mikey said to Takemitchy, but smiling at me.

Holding Takemitchy and trying to ease his tears, I took Mikey’s hand, saying to Takemitchy but directing at Mikey:

“Gonna take a lot more than a baseball bat to keep me down.”

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peanutpinet · 10 months

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You Belong with Me - Idol! Jaemin x staff! fem reader

A/N: I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this before but if you follow me on my Instagram, you might have seen my Instagram reel where I mentioned that Jaemin is definitely my comfort idol. For some reason, no matter what I’m feeling that day; whether it is good or bad, whenever I see Jaemin’s comforting yet encouraging messages, seeing him work so hard to make nctzens happy yet he himself is able to be so mature and still prioritizing others before him is just another level of my respect towards him and it just brings comfort to me and hopefully to many other nctzens

Dedication: To all nctzens who feel lost and anxious, this one is for you

Main Pairing: Idol! Na Jaemin x staff fem reader x slight idol! ex Jaehyun

Warnings: mentions of cheating, “unintentional” cheating act, violence, swearing, angst, slight possessiveness, light fluff, comforting scenes, anxiety

Additional Info: This is a slight spin-off of “Try Again” (a Jaehyun angst fic)

Disclaimer: this story is completely fiction and not a defective representative of what the members are actually like. Please take everything with a grain of salt

[08:16pm] - don’t expect too much. Don’t let your guard down. Everything seems too good to be true. Those were all the warnings that your mind was trying to tell you. But just like a hypnotized person, you were blinded by the good things of being together with someone whom you thought would be your significant other till death do you both apart.

It wasn’t until it was too good to be true that it instantly went downhill. Just as you were reaching your one-year anniversary with Jaehyun. You thought that your life was finally being put together and that you can finally see the end of the tunnel as if you were on a train and finally reaching your destination until the train took a “wrong” turn.

You, Renjun and Chenle were going around the company after a photoshoot for a Chinese magazine when you heard an unfamiliar female voice was ringing around the NCT floor’s hallways; confusing you, Chenle and Renjun.

You didn’t think much about it because you were more focused on surprising your boyfriend of almost 1 year. You were more than thankful for the universe to be able to let you to have such a caring and supportive boyfriend. Someone who was willing to risk his career for you. To take care of you when you yourself never did. To be able to give you more than you could have ever wished or hoped.

But the universe clearly had other plans because when you made a turn, there you saw your boyfriend’s back with an unfamiliar woman right in front of him who was kissing him and your boyfriend didn’t even pull away but you felt that your heart did.

Lost for words, you turn around to avoid the scene unravelling before you as you walked away with Renjun quickly following you whereas Chenle took a quick look at what you saw before following both you and Renjun.

When the three of you have gotten to one of the unused recording studios did you finally break down in front of your two friends. You dropped to the ground pulling your knees close to your chest as you slowly sobbed that you passed out.

When you did regain consciousness, you noticed you were in one of Chenle’s guest bedrooms since you have stayed at his house a couple of times just to hang out with the other dreamies. Sighing, you thought that it was all just a nightmare but when you grabbed your phone and Jaehyun’s parents’ message was the first thing you saw, you remembered that you were currently living with Jaehyun’s parents and that it was already late at night.

You quickly texted Jaehyun’s parents that you had some work to do so suddenly that you decided to stay over at Chenle’s place because the shoot ran pretty late and you had to quickly go over the shots and video before forwarding it to the head content manager. Lucky enough, Jaehyun’s parents believed you and told you to get more than enough rest and to let them know whenever you were free because they wanted to take you out.

Sighing, you take a deep breath on how to face Jaehyun and confront him. Frustrated, confused, sad, all those negative emotions started to swallow you down. Especially whenever you close your eyes, your mind would consciously replay the scene over and over again even though your heart is still holding on to that last bit of hope that it was all just some misunderstanding.

As your thoughts slowly tried to take control, you started to sob once again until you felt a warm arm wrapped around you. Startled, you almost pulled away while also kicking the person but when the person’s voice came out, your whole body immediately recognizes it and slowly lower your guard because who else would be able to calm your nerve-wracking state other than Na Jaemin himself.

“It’s not good to check your phone in the dark” Jaemin softly pointed out, taking your phone out of your hand and placing it on the bedside table

“D-did Chenle or Renjun…” you asked but Jaemin beat you to it

“Chenle told us in the dreamies’ group chat. Don’t worry, nothing was spilled to the other group chats. Rest assured that it’s just us that know” Jaemin softly replied, patting your head as you sigh in relief

“How about we go have some dinner first? You probably haven’t eaten since morning. Chenle made some hotpot for us to eat. Do you want me to bring the food to you or…” Jaemin asked but I held his hand

“No. It’s alright. Let’s go out to eat with the others. It would be rude of me to ask you to bring the food that Chenle made. I’ll be ok” you reassured Jaemin who extended his arm for you to grab

Both you and Jaemin then head out of the room and saw the other Dream members in the dining room, gathering around. Renjun, Mark and Haechan were playing whereas Chenle and Jeno were cooking and Jisung just brought out some of the cooked meat onto the dining table.

“Oh?! Noona?! You’re awake?” Jisung stated, putting down the plate of food, grabbing the other dreamies’ attention

“A-are you okay? You passed out for a long time” Renjun asked, walking towards you along with the others

“Y-yeah. I’m fine. Thank you, Renjun, Chenle, for bringing me back here” you replied back, hoping that none of the dreamies would question you just yet

“Hey, why is everyone standing? C’mon, let’s sit and eat. Chenle and Jeno worked hard in cooking for us tonight” Mark stated as everyone sat at the living room and ate together because the dining room was too small

“Thank you for cooking, Chenle, Jeno” you stated as you sat on the couch, Jaemin handing you a plate of rice and meat already

“No worries about 姐姐. Eat lots of it. No dieting in this household” Chenle joked, dividing the hotpot equally

You were more than thankful that you were closer to dreamies’ age because at times like this, you just feel more comfortable talking with them or even doing some mundane things with them because it reminds you of the times when you were in school and was having a sleepover with your friends.

Being around with friends around your age who were not judging was another level of comfort and it even made you forget about what actually happened until Haechan brought it up which the other dreamies glared at him.

“So, did you actually see Jaehyun-hyung’s face or was it from behind?” Haechan asked, earning a glare and smack from Mark and Renjun

“Dude. Can you be more sympathetic?!” Mark scolded Haechan

“Ya!! You think she was there alone? Don’t you remember who brought her back here?” Chenle argued

“Whatttt? I was just curious. I’m sorry okay!” Haechan tried to defend himself. “You’re lucky that (y/n) is nice. If it were me, I would duck tape your mouth and only open it when you have to sing” Renjun threatened

“Hyung, I don’t think that we should be arguing or even touch on that subject. Noona is probably still sensitive about this…” Jisung tried to stop his hyungs from arguing. “See, even Jisung understands the situation” Chenle argued back

“YAAAAA” Jaemin growled, grabbing everyone’s attention, slightly scaring you but Jaemin was quick to wrap his arm around your smaller body, rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. “Can’t you all how uncomfortable (y/n) is with all of you arguing? Hasn’t she gone through enough today?” Jaemin reminded the others who instantly fell silent and apologised

“I’m sorry (y/n). I shouldn’t have asked because it should be you who would tell us first whenever you’re ready” Haechan apologised and you shook your head

“It’s alright. Jaemin-a, don’t get angry at them. Everyone but Chenle and Renjun were just curious” you defended the other dreamies as Jaemin sighed, giving your shoulder a light squeeze to let you know that he’s here to support and defend you

“But yea. Though I did see his face from a side, I didn’t get a closer look at what actually happened. Maybe, I was looking at a wrong angle and just assuming….” you started but Chenle was quick to correct you

“You weren’t hallucinating, 姐姐. I also saw what happened after you turned and left. It was clearly him and that weird girl was clearly kissing him but he didn’t pull away” Chenle bluntly stated

“Ya! Zhong Chenle! Enough okay?! It’s been a long day. Let her breathe” Renjun scolded the younger Chinese as Jisung tried to get both his hyungs to calm down

“Renjun. It’s okay. Chenle is right. I wasn’t hallucinating even if I wanted to. What happened, happened. I just have to accept it” you softly muttered, all the dreamies looked sad and worried upon hearing what you said

“Let’s not discuss that further unless you want to, okay?” Mark mentioned as you nodded slowly and all the other dreamies prepared the living room to be a mini theatre

Jisung got to pick the movie because everyone was sure that he wouldn’t really choose any kind of romance film. In the end, you guys ended up watching Spirited Away because it was one of your comfort films. Towards the end of the film, everyone was slowly drowsing off and you then suggested to Chenle that everyone should stay over.

Though you were alright with sharing with any of the dream members, Jaemin debated that it was not right and you should have your own space after what happened but you argued back that it was pretty late and you felt bad that you made the others stay and if anyone had to sleep like a can of sardines, you would instantly feel worse

“It’s really alright if the rest of us have to sleep in Chenle’s room or even on the floor” Jaemin debated

“I know you guys might be alright with it. But not me. The other guest bedroom isn’t as big and probably could only fit 3 people max. Chenle’s bed could also only fit another person which leaves 2 more of you and the bed I have can fit 2 more” you argued back as the rest of the dreamies were far too lost in the debate

“one of us can sleep on the couch. I wouldn’t mind doing so. Or the other 2 can sleep on the living room couch. Perhaps even on the floor. Really. We’re practically used to it” Jaemin reasoned with you but you stood your ground

“Jaemin, if you or anyone sleeps on the couch or floor without some surface between your body and the floor, you’re going to wake up with a sore back and I don’t want that to happen to any of you. 2 of you sleep on my bed and that’s final or I’ll sneak out to the living room to sleep on the floor if any of you don’t sleep on my bed” you argued and Jaemin sighed, pulling some of his hair out of frustration

“Fine. But that 2 people should be me and Jeno because I would never touch you and I’ll be between you and Jeno so he wouldn’t touch you either” Jaemin made his final statement

“I don’t mind either of you all because I trust you guys. Now let’s just get ready for bed” you mentioned, helping tidy up the shared blanket that you guys used

“姐姐, if you’re hungry or can’t sleep in the middle of the night, we bought some of your favourite biscuits and snacks in the fridge and cupboard. Feel free to take and eat anything, alright? Good night” Chenle mentioned and you thank him

Right before you, Jaemin and Jeno head to your room, Mark called out for you. “Hey, (y/n). Don’t worry so much about what happened alright? Me and Haechan won’t say anything to the 127 hyungs but we will try to find out what happen. Don’t feel obligated to have everything figured out because you’re not alone, kay? Also, don’t feel obligated to tell everyone about your situation and that includes hyung’s parents. Take care of yourself first and foremost because I know that everything will be alright” Mark rambled whilst patting your head and slowly wiping the tears that were threatening to spill like a waterfall

After the short talk with Mark, Jaemin wrapped his arm around your shoulder and directed you back to your room where Jeno was already setting up some pillows for him and Jaemin.

“You alright, (y/n)?” Jeno asked as he saw you sniffle

“Am okay, Jen. Sorry, let me just go to the bathroom and change” you replied, grabbing your things and heading to the bathroom to change

Once you’ve changed, you saw Jaemin and Jeno were talking on the floor which made you worry that they were planning to sleep on the floor until Jaemin stated what was on your mind.

“I promise you that we’re not sleeping on the floor. We were just talking down here because it would be rude for us to sit on your bed” Jaemin mentioned and you just chuckle at his politeness

“It’s not rude at all. C’mon, let’s just sleep” you mentioned as you went towards the side of the bed that was closer to the wall

Both Jaemin and Jeno followed you shortly with Jaemin laying in between you and Jeno and Jeno who was sleeping closer towards the other edge of the bed that was closer to the floor.

“Jeno, are you alright over there? You guys can move closer, it’s still quite spacious” you mentioned, peeking your head as Jaemin softy pushed your head back down, indicating you to just lay down and sleep

“I’m fine (y/n), don’t worry about me. Thanks for letting us sleep on your bed. Good night” Jeno mentioned right at the same time Jaemin turned his head and faced you

“You sure you’re alright? You know that I’m here whenever you need a talk or vent out your feelings” Jaemin softly mentioned, stroking your hair, looking at you softly

“I know, Jaem. Thank you. For taking care of me today. You should rest. You have a full day of schedules while I have to try and ask your manager if it’s alright that I get assigned more work for you guys instead of the others” you yawned because of how soft Jaemin was patting your head

“I’ll tell my manager about that. You just FYI to him. Get some time off and just figure it out slowly. If you want to go back to your home country and take a break from here, I’ll help you. Just know that you're not alone” Jaemin cooed at your sleepy state

Once Jaemin was sure that you were asleep, he leaned closer and gave a soft peck on your forehead. “Whenever you find yourself needing someone to lean onto, come to me. Let me be the one to take care of you as you’ve taken care of all of us” Jaemin whispered, softly stroking your cheek until he fell asleep as well

For the next few days, Jaemin and the dreamies have been helping you talk to the NCT manager to help you switch your job to work more for dreamies which resulted in you not having to meet any of the other NCT members, especially Jaehyun. Not only did Jaemin help you to get your mind off of the incident, but he has also been helping you to finish some paperwork for the company so that you can go back to your home country and work for the SM branch there.

Unfortunately, the universe was once again disagreeing with you and have you meet the person that you have avoided for the past week, Jaehyun.

You had just finished one of dreamies’ new photoshoot and was waiting for them outside of the studio when you saw Johnny, Jaehyun and Doyoung walking in the hallway which made you turn around and about to avoid them but Johnny had seen you first.

“Oh?! (y/n)?! Is that you?!” you heard Johnny mentioned. Footsteps coming closer to you when suddenly Johnny was right in front of you, blocking your way and crouching down to see your face

“It is you. It’s been a while. Are you okay?” Johnny asked and you shyly looked towards the floor

Before you could answer, a familiar deep baritone voice called out to you, sending an alert to your body. “(y/n)…where have you been?! I tried to reach out to you for the past few days. Do you know how worried I have been?!” Jaehyun’s voice was firm and was holding both your shoulders to face him

Instead of replying to Jaehyun, you kept looking down, avoiding both his and Johnny’s gaze. “Why are you avoiding me?! Answer me (y/n). My parents told me that you have been working overtime. Is that true? You know that I can tell the manager if you are overloaded with work. Don’t ignore me, (y/n). Did I do something to upset you?” Jaehyun ranted, gripping his hair out of frustration

Did something wrong? You were already upset about what Jaehyun did but now, you were equally frustrated and annoyed at him. Sure, it was wrong of you to not tell him or his parents about your whereabouts but did Jaehyun even consider the chance that you know what he did?! Frustrated with the whole situation, you failed to contain your tears and it spilled out before anyone could even comment anything.

“(y/n)…let’s go have some lunch toge—hyung?! What did you do?!” Haechan interrupted and rushed to your side, slightly pushing Jaehyun away from you

“Haechan-ah…” you cried. “Ya, Lee Haechan, what’s wrong with you? I didn’t do anything. Yes, I might’ve raised my voice a bit but I was worried because (y/n) didn’t contact me nor my parents for the past week” Jaehyun defended himself but Haechan just glared at him

“Didn’t do anything, my ass” Haechan scoffed, shielding your sight from Jaehyun

“Haechan, what are you talking about? (y/n) didn’t contact any of us nor was assigned to work with any of us the past week” Johnny tried to reason

“Maybe not either of you” Haechan mumbled but was clearly heard by his hyungs

“Haechan…don’t start” you mumbled. “Is there something going on between the two of you? Like, is there something that happened that only the two of you know? (y/n), did someone threaten you? Was it something that Jaehyun did?” Doyoung asked, trying to make sure the situation doesn’t escalate

“Yea. Being angry at her when he’s the one at fault here” Jaemin growled, grabbing everyone’s attention

Not caring about the older members around, Jaemin went towards you who still not dare to actually face anyone. But Jaemin didn’t mind because he and the rest of the dreamies knew the actual truth. And that was that you were hurting yet Jaehyun doesn’t seem to have any feeling of guilt for what he did.

“What did say to you? Say the word (y/n), I’ll make him regret it” Jaemin uttered, cupping your cheeks gently; completely the opposite of his venomous words

You honestly didn’t want any of them to fight and want this moment to just pass by without any casualties that you just remain silent and only mumbled “I’m okay, Jaemin. Please drop it”. As angry as Jaemin was at his older member, he knew that comforting you and getting you out of here was his number one priority.

Just as Jaemin held your arm and was about to walk in the other direction, Jaehyun grabbed your other arm, making you stuck in between the 2 Jae who were having a stare-off with each other. Neither of them let your arm go nor avoid eye contact with each other.

“Let her go. She clearly doesn't want to be here” Jaemin warned, not wanting to stay another second longer

“You should be letting go. Holding onto her makes me think that something actually happen between the two of you and I’m guessing that you were the one that started it, Na Jaemin” Jaehyun taunted which angered Jaemin

“You know what? I feel sorry for you. Because to think that the Jung Jaehyun fans worshipped turned out so wrong because it was you who neglected her in the first place. I was the one that took care of her when you didn’t. You can call a backstabber for all I care because we both know who the real cheater is, am I right?” Jaemin taunted back, the conversation was heard by everyone in the hallway

Angry at Jaemin’s statement, Jaehyun didn’t hesitate to let your arm go but immediately launched himself towards Jaemin; both of them tumbling down on the ground, making you jump and back to the wall.

Seeing the younger men tumble and fought with each other, both Johnny and Doyoung tried to get the two to stop fighting whereas Haechan immediately shielded you from the gruesome scene unveiling before everyone.

“C’mon, let’s get you out of here” Haechan suggested, gently grabbing your wrist but feeling responsible for the situation, you yanked your arm from Haechan and rushed to get in between the two men who were now shoving each other towards the wall

Though you managed to get in between the two, neither man, especially Jaehyun actually stopped. Sure Jaehyun knew what Jaemin meant when he was called a cheater. But Jaehyun wanted to argue that he was being forced by the girl he kissed. But upon seeing you getting closer to Jaemin, not making any room for him to explain, angered Jaehyun. That thought alone was enough for Jaehyun to strike Jaemin. But instead, it was you that got hit and fell.

Seeing you stumble, Haechan was quick to rush to your side whereas Jaemin got angry and punched Jaehyun to the point he fell. Before Jaemin could launch another blow, Doyoung stopped him and told him to relax and that it wasn’t worth it.

“Don’t. Take care of her first. We’ll handle this. Especially since you’re the only ones that know what happened. We’ll ask from his point of view” Doyoung reminded, trying to stop Jaemin

“What’s the point of hearing his point of view, anyways? Did you not see that he has already hurt her emotionally and physically? He doesn’t deserve to be heard” Jaemin scoffed, backing away from Doyoung, staring into Jaehyun who was being helped by Johnny

“Jaemin! Enough!” Haechan exclaimed, making Jaemin look back and saw you being held by Haechan

“Know that I’m only leaving because I’m going take care of someone that you clearly neglected and hurt. Don’t think that I would let her go this time” Jaemin warned, turning away and helping Haechan get you back to Chenle’s place.

Arriving at Chenle’s house, Haechan allowed Jaemin to take care of you while he cooks dinner and lets the other dreamies know what happened.

“You shouldn’t have jumped in like that. I was already angry at how he treated you and how he didn’t admit that he was wrong. But seeing you get hurt because of him? At that moment, I didn’t care about either of our reputation or the fact that we were in the same group. I would give him a good beating for all I care” Jaemin admitted, slowly putting the ice pack onto your cheek

“You might not care but I do. Once images of his bruised cheek spread out, fans will start some sort of rumour. Or you never know what staff might be lurking around and spreading exaggerated rumours of you both” you replied, holding the ice

“Why do you still defend him?” Jaemin asked, pulling a chair and sitting across from you

“Why are you helping me?” you asked back, not answering Jaemin’s question, making him sigh

“Because, as cliche as it sounds, you’re a wonderful person. Your cute self, your selfless side. You’re smart even when you think you’re not. You’re caring and pay attention to the small details that not everyone might. Not to mention, you always put your effort into things even when it might seem like nothing. You deserve someone that would be that shoulder for you to lean on. Someone to be the ear for you whenever you want to ramble. Someone that is warm, safe and comforting to be your home. Someone who loves you for you and never ask you to change or do anything for them” Jaemin confessed, holding your hands in his

“Jaemin…” you whispered

“Let me finish, okay? I like you. I cared for you. It was just wrong timing. How you met him first. How he got close to you first. And how I didn’t even try to put up a fight. How I trusted him to take care of you when I should be that person. I should’ve been the one to get close to you first. I should’ve been the one to take care of you. I should’ve been the one to make you smile and be your first kiss. Call me selfish but I’m glad that his shitty behaviour was revealed because I can finally take care of you the way you deserve. Because you belong with me, not him. Even if you’re not ready to open up now. At least let me take care of you and treat you well” Jaemin softly confessed and kissed your knuckles

Somehow, despite what happened, despite how messed up your feelings and situation was, you still allowed your heart to open up to Jaemin. You allowed him to do as he promised. To take care of you, to shower you with the love and care that he promised. To reassure you every day that there is completely nothing wrong with you and how he has become your shoulder, your ear and slowly become your new home.

A/N: hi!! Your author here. Yes, I have not updated for nearly a month and I apologise because so much has been going on at work and I finally gave my one month notice and will officially resign next month.

Honestly, it wasn't really a big nor hard decision. Okay, maybe I was contemplating on it because I don't have a full backup plan on what I want to do. I really want to dive into becoming a full-time makeup artist but that really takes time and I was thinking of doing another full-time job for 1 more year (with better work-life balance and salary). I won't dive deep into why I'm leaving because out of respect towards the company (maybe next time, lmao). But I hope that I would be able to relax for once and not stress out about what might happen in the future.

Also, who tf manages NCT's schedule?! Like, yes I'm quite happy that I'll be getting smtown in my city but!!! An NCT DREAM fansign the day before and another afterwards?! When will MarkHyuck get some rest :') pray that I get the tickets to smtown because I have yet to see DREAM irl :') I miss them 5x?!?!?! I mean, if this means I'll end up with someone in dream, then by all means. lmao!!

Anyways, hope you enjoy this fic as I slowly go back to the shadows and try to come up with another fic. If you guys have any requests, do send me a request and I hope that you have a great day! Stay safe and always be happy :) xoxo vinet

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She is Happy Now Part 4/5

Modern Aemond X (Ex Girlfriend Reader)

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Aemond entered the throne room at the red keep wracked with nerves. His legs felt like jelly, and his heart rate was through the roof. The only people there so far are those in the wedding party. The guests are still making their way over. Aemond grabs a glass of wine and downs it.

"Aemond!" Aemond turns around to see the exasperated look of his mother. "What was wrong with you up there? Jiggling about! It was very distracting."

"Sorry mum"

He hates it when his mother looks at him with that look. The look of disappointment. A look that used to be reserved for Aegon once upon a time but now seems to be Aemonds gift from his mother.

"An affair with a professor!" Alicent is nearly screaming. "You were meant to go to school to learn philosophy! Not sexual education!"

She is pacing back and forth.

"Mum, it wasn't an affair it was a one-time thing " Aemond taps his fingers nervously on his knee.

"This is why you and that sweet girl are no longer together? So you could sleep with a woman my age? Have you completely lost all sense?"

Aemond swallows loudly but suddenly falls apart. "It was a mistake, Mum. I swear it. I had too much to drink. I wasn't thinking clearly. I ruined everything. I ruined my life, " he says between sobs

Alicent lets out a sigh. " You haven't ruined your life, Aemond. This was a bad move, that's for sure. The professor has been fired according to the correspondence from the school. It seems they want you to sign a non-disclosure agreement. Keeping this quiet and I would suggest you do. Since you plan on going into teaching yourself, this kind of relationship could really hurt your future. "

"I did ruin my life. She's gone" he says crying quietly now

Alicent stops pacing and looks at Aemond with a look of pity.

"Oh hunny" Alicent wraps her arm around him and kisses his shoulder. "Are you sure it's over? Have you spoken with her?"

He sniffles "no I haven't. She won't speak to me. Heleana said she is pretending she never knew me. She has blocked me on all platforms. Egg and Heleana both refuse to speak to her on my behalf. I can't get her to talk to me" he looks at his mother with utter heartbreak in his eyes.

"Aemond, sometimes we make mistakes and those mistakes. They break things. Sometimes, those things that are broken, they can't be fixed. We have to let them go. We have to learn to accept that they are broken beyond repair"

"I don't know how to live without her" he says his sobs getting louder

"You don't have to live without her. You just have to live with her in your heart. Just because something we cherish breaks, it doesn't take our memories, the joy or the love it just changes how we experience those things." She sighs deeply and runs her hand through the hair on the top of his head

"I know this seems so difficult right now, but you will always remember her, and one day, this won't hurt so much. Right now, it's like a broken leg. But that leg will heal, and maybe every once and a while it will ache when it's rains. But it will heal. And it will work just as it should." She hugged Aemond tightly.

"We were supposed to be forever. I promised her forever, " he says in a near whisper.

"Delusions of grandeur are common amongst young love Aemond. She doesn't have to forgive you. You do, however, need to forgive yourself. Don't make excuses or justifications, but allow yourself the peace of acceptance."

"Acceptance," he scoffs at the word. How could he ever accept it? He stands leaning against the far wall by the doors to the throne room, watching each guest as they enter.

Finally, he sees her enter, arm looped around that of her boyfriend. She doesn't seem to notice him. Keeping her head down.

He hates seeing her like this. She was so headstrong. Head always up laughing boisterously. Was this change because of him? Had he damaged her this much?

He stays skulking around the edges of the room, not taking his eye off of her but not coming close enough for her to see him. He wants to talk to her. No, he needs to talk to her, but how can he do that with her boyfriend stuck to her side like some sort of accessory. He finally sees his opening when Heleana starts taking pictures of them.

He moves towards them with quick, quiet steps coming up behind his sister much to her surprise.

"Sister, let me take a picture of you with your ..." he stuttered for a second unable to think of a word but settles on "friends"

"Yeah, ok, thanks, Aemond." Heleana hands him the phone, and internally, he pats himself on the back. He has found a way, albeit small. To interact with her.

He takes a few photos of the three of them, and then looks passed the phone, looking her directly in the eyes.

"Absolutely beautiful."As soon as the words leave his mouth, his eye goes wide. Of all the things he could have said to her the first time he gets to speak to her in years, it's this. He internally groans good eye shifting to her boyfriend, who is looking at him with pursed lips and narrowed eyes. The silence continues for a minute longer, and when aemond looks back at her, she is still looking at him. Like a deer caught in headlights. Her boyfriend squeezes her, whispers something in her ear, pointing across the room, and the two walk away slowly.

Once they are gone Aemond feels a slap to the back of his head.

"What in the 7 was that!" Heleana whisper screamed looking up at him.

"What?" Aemond asked feigning ignorance

"I told you, she is happy! Why would you say 'beautiful' " she mimics"like a creep and then stare down her boyfriend?" Heleana is waving her arms around madly in frustration.

"I was talking about the picture I took" he knew it was the lamest excuse ever and there was no way Heleana was going to buy it. But he had to try.

"UGHHH," Heleana pokes her finger into his chest. "Leave. Her. Alone." She continues poking into his chest "leave. Her. Alone!"

Aemond raises his hands in mock surrender. "Ok, ok"

He walks over to the main table where the wedding party is seated and takes his seat. He can't see her from here, so he closes his eye and waits for the speeches to begin. Ellyn sitting next to him taps his shoulder.

"Congratulations on graduating with high honors. That's an amazing achievement! Especially at that school"

He replies with a light "hmmm" while keeping his eye closed.

"I will not" Professor Rivers replies sharply

"I need you to do this!" Aemond replies desperate.

"And what do you think that would help pray tell?"

"She needs to know that you took advantage of me! That you sought me out drunk!"

"I did nothing of the sort," she scoffs.

"You cheated on your girlfriend. The sooner that sinks in and you take responsibility for it the better"

Aemond closes his eye and takes a deep breath "you ruined my life!"

She rolls her eyes and looks at him with indifference. "You had plenty of chances to tell me you had a girlfriend. All those times we flirted back and forth in class or in the halls. You were not drunk. You were stone cold sober. You never once said "hey this is inappropriate. I have a girlfriend." That was your choice. Tell me if she hadn't shown up and caught you. Would you feel so badly? Would you have told her? Would you have told me it was a mistake? Or would you have carried it on? Continued to sleep with me while sending love letters with false proclamations of loyalty to your darling love back home?"

Aemond clenched his jaw tight.

"Ahem" Allyn the professors TA stood in the professors doorway.

"Ummm. I'm here to collect the quizzes for grading professor"

She stares at him wide-eyed "yes of course"

The laughing spreading throughout the hall brings Aemond back. He sees that his mother is sitting down after having made her toast. He feels his nerves bubbling up. it will be his turn soon. He had prepared a short speech with more than Cassandra and Aegon in mind. After the run in with Heleana he knows he will be chastised further for it but, there are things he needs to say that he never got the chance to say and may never get the chance to say so he plans to utilize this opportunity.

Borros Baratheon stands up and hold out his glass "Aegon and Cassandra, I can't lie and say that I believed you two were a love match from the beginning" he laughs "I have such a high standard I never thought Aegon Targaryen could live up to, I am so very pleased you proved me wrong. You two have a love that reminds me of the love I shared with Cassandra's mother. One that is not based solely on romance but on friendship. You are not simply lovers but best friends. Confidantes, trusted advisors. You share inside jokes that most, myself included, could never hope to understand. A marriage built on a relationship like this is built to last, and I'm so grateful that my daughter found that in you, to Aegon and Cassandra! May your marriage be happy, fruitful, and stand the test of time!"

Sometimes, that's what Aemond felt like he missed the most. Yes, she was his High-school girlfriend she,up to that point, was also his best friend. The gaping hole that loss had created was immense.

Aemond wipes the palms of his hands on his slacks before grasping his glass of wine and standing up. He holds his glass out in front of him. He is trying to exude confidence but knows his facial expressions are betraying him.

"Aegon and Cassandra. A love like the two of you share is a rare and valuable thing. It is irreplaceable and changes you forever. It only takes a second to loose it. So I ask you both, whoever you make a decision, be it innocuous or extremely important , ask yourself how this will effect the other. If the answer is ever negatively, don't do it. No matter what it is. Most things can be replaced, but a love like this cannot, a love like this is palpable, tangible even, one only needs to stand in the presence of thebtwo of you together tobfeel how the air noticably changes that cannot be replaced, duplicated or imitated, and if it is lost, trust me when I say you can spend a lifetime in mourning. That is real and the value is incalculable Aegon and Cassandra" Aemond sees Heleana looking at him with a face that screams "Shut the fuck up!" He clears his throat and continues "I wish you a marriage filled with love and all the blessings that come with that, but the thing i wish you the most of is time. A long, long timen to spend together and in love. Cheers to Aegon and Cassandra"

Aemond takes a quick sip of his wine and gets back into his chair as quickly as possible. He looks back at Heleana, who looks like a dragon that would gladly burn him to death in this very moment.

He closes his good eye and leans back in his chair. The speeches continue going on around him, but he isn't listening. He feels like a small bit of weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He knows she heard that. She's in this room, and she finally heard him say he regrets it. He regrets losing her and that it was the biggest mistake of his life.

He continues to sit there eyes closed leaning back just listening to the sounds around him when he hears someone clearing their throat in front of him.

He opens his eye and is stunned to see her standing right in front of him eyes on him.

"Hey" he says. Heart beat fast and hands shaking.

Her eyes dart to the side and then back to him.

"Could I talk to you for a moment?"

A/N:: I am still deciding between one longer part or 2 smaller parts. After that, this story will be complete ❤️

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Born Under A Bad Sign

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Dean was on his cell phone, leaning against his car. He was fidgeting, clearly upset. "Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from her?" Dean asked into the phone. "What about Sam? Has he heard anything?" He asked then Ellen replies and he sighs.

"I swear, it's like looking for my dad all over again. I'm losing my mind here." Dean exclaims. "No, I've called her a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where she went, or why. (Y/n)'s just gone." Dean said, upset, then his cell phone beeps. "Hang on." He said and he holds up his phone and shows another incoming call - (y/n)'s cell. He answers it.

"(Y/n)? Where the hell are you? Are you okay?" He asked, panicked. "Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you?" He asked after a few moments. "All right, don't move, I'm on my way." He said while (y/n) hangs up the phone slowly, looking numb. Her knuckles are bloody.

Dean drives to reach (y/n), passing a sign reading TWIN LAKES, while he was on the phone with Sam. "Yeah, I found her. Nah, I got this. J-Just go to the Roadhouse or Bobby's. I'll bring her back." he said and he hangs up.

Minutes later, he arrives at the hotel and parks, then gets out. Inside the motel, he walks frantically down a narrow hallway, checking door numbers until he reaches room 109. He knocks. "(Y/n), it's me. (Y/n)!" Dean shouts and he tries the door - it opens.

Inside, (y/n) hadn't moved, still sitting numbly on one bed. "(Y/n)? Hey." Dean said as he goes over to her. "Hey, Dean." She said in a quiet voice and Dean kneels beside her.

"Are you bleeding?" He asked once he sees her knuckles. "I tried to wash it off." (Y/n) said and Dean sees that her shirt was covered in blood, he gropes at it, searching for a wound. "Oh my God." He whispers.

"I don't think it's my blood." (Y/n) said. "Whose is it?" Dean asked as he looks up at her. "I don't know." She replies. "(Y/n), what the hell happened?" Dean asked, worried and scared, and then (y/n) finally looks up at him. "Dean. I don't remember anything." She said, fear etched over her face.

Some later, Dean returns to the room, carrying a grocery bag. (Y/n) had changed clothes and was looking a little less out of it. "What'd you find out?" She asked him. "You checked in two days ago under the name Richie Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact that you're a Bon Jovi fan..." Dean said and she scoffs at him.

"Dean." She said, flatly. "Your room's been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual." Dean said. "You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?" She asked him. "Yeah. That's what I mean." Dean said.

"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean? What happened to me?" (Y/n) asked, confused and angry. "I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with." Dean said. "Oh really? 'Cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?" (Y/n) asked, panicked.

"(Y/n)..." Dean said, exasperated. "What if this is what John warned you about?" She asked. "Hey, whoa, whoa, come on, let's not jump the gun here. We don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?" Dean asked her.

"Just me, you and Sam in that motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers, and..." she said and Dean's brow furrows. "West Texas? That was, that was over a week ago." He said to her. "That's it." (Y/n) said, shrugging, and Dean looks at her, stunned. "Next thing I knew I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month." She replied.

"Okay. Retrace your steps. The manager said you left yesterday afternoon and he never saw you come back, so..." Dean said and he pulls back the curtain and finds a bloody fingerprint on the window. "Hey." He said and (y/n) looks over at it.

The duo walk outside the motel, it's daylight, but raining. "Recognize anything?" Dean asked her. "Not really." She said as they go towards a parking garage out back. "Wait." She said once she stops. "What?" Dean asked and (y/n) points at the garage.

"I think I was here." She said. "You remember?" Dean asked and she shakes her head. "Not really, it just...feels familiar, you know?" She said and Dean shrugs, and goes to the nearest garage. (y/n) looks over to the second one and points. "Try that one." She said and Dean tugs on the padlock.

"Okay." He mutters and he starts to think of ways to open it. "Wait." said (y/n) and she digs in her pocket, frowning. She pulls out a key and gives Dean a significant look.

Dean opens the padlock with the key, raising his eyebrows at (y/n). He pulls the garage door open to reveal a filthy, beat-up VW Beetle. "Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this." Dean said, disappointed, as (y/n) fidgets. They go into the garage and open both doors of the car, (y/n) on the driver's side. She touches the wheel and shows Dean her stained finger.

"More blood." She said and Dean points. "(Y/n). Back seat." He said and (y/n) reaches down, picks up a blood-stained knife that sticks to the floor of the backseat. She stares at it. "You think I used this on someone?" She asked Dean. "I'm not thinking anything." Dean said.

(Y/n) looks around, rubs the knife handle off on the inside of her jacket while Dean picks up a pack of cigarettes. "Okay now this is disturbing. Come on, (y/n), this couldn't have been you. Had to have been someone else, somebody who, uh..." Dean said and he sniffs the pack. "...smokes menthols." He said as (y/n) digs around and picks up a piece of paper.

"Here. Gas receipt. Few towns over." She said as she holds the receipts up.

Sometime later, they pull up in front of a small gas station and Dean looks over the receipt while (y/n) looks around. "All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? God, this looks familiar, deja vu vibes?" Dean asked her and she shakes her head, quietly. "Maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on." Dean said and they get out of the car.

They go into the convenience store and the clerk looks up in shock, then anger. "You. Outta here now, I'm calling the cops." The clerk yelled and Dean and (y/n) look at him, shocked.

"You talking to her?" Dean asked the clerk, confused but also angry as he didn't like the tone this guy was giving her. "Yeah, I'm talking to her. Bitch comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging." The clerk said and Dean glares at the clerk.

"Okay, buddy. One: watch your mouth. Two: this girl? You sure?" Dean asked and the clerk nods as Dean turns to (y/n). "You're drinking malt liquor?" He asked. "Not after she whipped the friggin' bottle at my head." The clerk yelled.

"This girl?" Dean said, still confused. "What, am I speaking Urdu?" The clerk asked, annoyed. "Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything --" (y/n) tried to explain but the clerk shakes his head.

"Tell your story walkin', girlie. Po-po will be here in five." He said as he picks up the reciever. "Wait, wait, put the phone down." Dean said as the clerk stops then Dean turns to (y/n). "(Y/n), go wait in the car." He said and she looks at him, confused. "But Dean --" she tried to argue but Dean yells. "Go wait in the car!"

She sighs and then leaves as Dean turns to the clerk. "Okay, look, man. I just want to talk to you, that's it. Okay?" He said and the clerk hangs up. "Now, when she took off yesterday, which way did she go?" Dean asked him.

"Why don't you ask her?" The clerk asked, annoyed. "'Cause I'm asking you. Now please, you'd be doing me a huge favor." Dean said. "Oh, do you a favor? Well, that is what I live for. You know, your girlfriend didn't pay for the booze. Okay? Or the smokes, which she also illegally lit up." The clerk said and Dean's eyes widen a bit.

"You saw her smoking?" He asked him. "Yeah. Chick's a chimney." The clerk said and Dean clears his throat and pulls his wallet out, then places some bills on the desk. "This, uh, ought to cover it." He said and the clerk looks at the money for a moment. "Hmm. It's, uh, it's coming back to me now. She took two packs." He said and Dean sighs as he pulls out more money. "Of course she did." He mutters and he pats the man.

"She went north. Route 71, straight out of town." the clerk replied and Dean nods, then grabs two candy bars and leaves with a smirk.

Dean was driving down a dark road, while (y/n) was staring out the window. "What's going on with you, (y/n)? Hm? 'Cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you. I mean, I've seen you drunk...and you're more of the happy and giggling type of drunk." Dean said as (y/n) sits up, straighter.

"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road." She said, quickly. "What?" Dean asked. "I don't know how I know, I just do." She said and Dean turns down a back road and onto a private property. It is a large house with plenty of emergency lighting and security cameras outside.

"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises." (Y/n) said as she looks over the house. "Should we knock?" Dean asked. "Yeah. I guess." She said and they get out of the car and head to the front door.

Dean knocks on the front door while (y/n) pokes around the corner. "Hey Dean." She said as she waves her flashlight at a window. It's broken, the ledge covered in shattered glass. "I'm surprised the cops didn't show. Place like this you'd think it'd have an alarm." Dean said as (y/n) finds a disabled alarm on the wall. "Yeah, you would." (Y/n) said as Dean looks at it then at her.

They go into the house to see that the floor is covered in broken glass and scattered items. In a back room, they come across a body on the floor. "Hit the lights." Dean said and (y/n) turns the lights on as Dean kneels behind the body.

He places a hand on it and turns it over; it is a middle-aged man with a deeply cut throat; he is dead, his eyes staring. Dean puts a hand over his own mouth while (y/n) looks horrified. "Dean, I did this." She whispered, devastated. "We don't know that." Dean said, firmly.

"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood --" (y/n) exclaims. "I don't know, (y/n), why don't you tell me?!" Dean asked her, angrily, but then he calms down. "Look, even if you did do this I'm sure you had a reason, you know; self-defense, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" Dean said as he pats down the body. "He doesn't have any ID." Dean said and (y/n) looks at a closet.

"I need your lockpick." She said to him. "What?" Dean asked her. "I need your lockpick." She said again and he hands her his lockpick. She takes the lockpick and opens the double-door closet in the room.

Inside the room, one wall is covered in firearms, the others in charts and clippings. "Holy....Either this guy's a Unabomber-" he said. "Or a hunter." (Y/n) finished as guilt started to grow in her chest. "Dean, I think I killed a hunter." She said, shocked and Dean looks up and sees a security camera near the ceiling. "Let's find out." He said, as he points at the camera.

Later, (y/n) was sitting in front of the desktop computer, Dean standing behind as she cues up the security tape. "Here we go." Dean said.

On the tape, (y/n) was fighting the same man who lies dead on the floor behind them. The fight moves off camera and (y/n) drags the man back into the frame; she kneels, pulls the man up against her legs, and slits his throat. (Y/n) stares in shock as Dean pulls back from the screen and stands straight, looks at (y/n), who looks down.

Minutes later, (y/n) was still sitting at the computer desk, staring at a page in her hand. Dean bustles around behind her, cleaning up. "How do you erase this? Huh?" Dean asked but (y/n) doesn't reply. "(Y/n), come on, I need your help." Dean said, desperate.

"I killed him, Dean. I just broke in and killed him." (Y/n) said, in fear. "Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?" Dean said and (y/n) holds up the paper. "His name was Steve Wandell. This is a letter from his daughter." She said, tearfully.

Dean looks from (y/n) to the letter, then makes a decision. He grabs the CPU, lifts it above his head, and smashes it to the floor, stomping it with his boots for good measure. Dean looks at (y/n), still sitting there despondent, tosses a rag to her. "Wipe your prints, then we go." He orders and she looks at him then nods.

Later that evening, (y/n) precedes Dean into the motel room. "All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rearview mirror." Dean said while (y/n) folds her arms across her chest, upset. "Look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it." Dean said but she doesn't say anything. "(Y/n), say something!" Dean exclaims and she turns to him.

"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning? Murder, Dean. That's what I did." She said, upset. "Maybe." Dean said and (y/n) scoffs. "Okay? Hey, we don't know...shapeshifter!" Dean said, looking for anything. "Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion..." she said.

"Yeah, but it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you." Dean yells at her. "Well, I think it was." (Y/n) said as she sits down on the bed. "I think maybe more than you know." She mutters.

"What the hell does that mean?" Dean asked and she sighs. "For the last few weeks I've been having...I've been having these feelings." She replied and Dean walks to the bed to sit opposite of her. "What feelings?" He asked, softly.

"Rage. Hate. And I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse." She said, sadly. "You never told me this." Dean said and she gives a slight shake of her head. "I didn't want to scare you." She said and Dean nods, slaps her knee, then stands up. "Well, bang-up job on that." He said.

"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me and for Sam. And we know that he's turned other children into killers before, too." (Y/n) said. "No one can control you but you." Dean said and (y/n) scoffs.

"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming..." she stops. "What?" Dean asked. "Who I'm meant to be. I mean, you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I am." She said. "I didn't mean this!" Dean exclaims, angrily.

"But it's still true. You know that. John knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this..." (y/n) said and Dean shakes his head. "Shut up, (y/n)." He said, firmly. "Dean, you promised him." (Y/n) said to him. "No. Listen to me. We're gonna figure this out. Okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way, right?" Dean asked, desperately.

"Yeah there is." (Y/n) said and she takes a handgun from her duffel, and shoves it at Dean. "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't wanna hurt you. Or Sam." She said as a tear runs down her face.

Dean looks down at the gun (y/n) is handing him. "You won't. Whatever this is, you can fight it." Dean said to her and her eyes starts to tear up. "No. I can't. Not forever. Here, you gotta do it." (Y/n) said and they stare at each other for a long moment; then (y/n) grabs Dean's right hand and places the gun in it.

Dean doesn't move, but just stares as (y/n) in shock, who was shaking and upset. "You know, I've tried to hard to keep you safe." He said, tears welling up in his eyes, and she nods. "I know." She said and Dean shakes his head. "I can't. I'd rather die." He said and he drops the gun on the bed and shoulders past (y/n).

"No. You'll live." (Y/n) said and she picks up the gun as Dean turns to face her. "You'll live to regret this." She growls and she pistol-whips Dean, who falls to the floor unconscious.

An insistent knocking wakes Dean up. He looks around to realize that he is on the floor of the motel room; the motel manager, who has been knocking, opens the door. "Hey. It's past your checkout." The manager said as Dean gets up, groggily.

"What?" Dean asked. "It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here needs your room." The manager said and Dean looks over to see an embarrassed businessman with a hooker. "Yeah, I'll bet they do." Dean mutters then he turns to the manager. "What time is it?" He asked. "Twelve-thirty." The manager replied.

"That girl who was with me, have you seen her?" Dean asked him. "Yeah, she left before dawn in your car, and you should have gone with her, because now I'm gonna have to charge you extra." The manager said and Dean rolls his eyes in annoyance as he digs in his wallet. "Oh, son of a..." Dean mutters. "It's just policy, sir." The manager said as Dean hands him the money.

"I need to use your computer." said Dean. "Now, why would I let you use my computer?" The manager asked.

Later, the manager was counting a stack of cash, as Dean talks on the phone behind him, in front of a desktop computer. "Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my daughter snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert." Dean said then he pauses for a moment before he answers. "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, she's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry." He said.

"Right. Yeah, I know, girls just wanna have fun. But see, (y/n) is uh uh uh, a diabetic, and uh, if she doesn't get her insulin, I just, I have to find her. Please, I'm begging you." Dean pleads as he types on the computer and end up on the website. "Yeah, no no no, I"m on the website right now, I just need to activate the GDS in her cell phone." He said and he enters a password; his GPS screen shows the name Dean J. Mahogoff, mobile phone number 785-555-2804

"Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help." He said and he hangs up.

In Minnesota, at a bar, Jo begins scrubbing the bar and saying goodnight to some customers. "Good night, thank you." She calls out as (y/n) enters and clears her throat while Jo had her back to her.

"Sorry, we're closing up." Jo said. "How about just one for the road?" (Y/n) asked and Jo turned to face her, not looking welcoming. "Well, you're about the last person I'd expect to see." Jo said and (y/n) gives a small smile at this.

"Well, I guess I'm full of surprises. So can I get a beer?" She asked. "Sure. One beer." Jo said and she brings a bottle of beer over and sets it down on the bar firmly, then turns away, bustling over cleaning up the bar.

"So how'd you find me?" Jo asked. "Well, uh, it's kind of what we do, you know?" (Y/n) said. "Speaking of we, where's Dean and Sam?" Jo asked her. "Couldn't make it." (Y/n) replied as she comes up tot he bar.

"So what're you doing here, (y/n)? I mean we didn't exactly part on the best of terms." Jo said and (y/n) nods. "Right. Um, well, that's why I'm here." She said as had takes off her jacket. "I kinda -- I wanted to see if we could square things, you know?" She said.

As (y/n) takes off her jacket, Jo notices a circular burn mark with a short line through it on (y/n)'s forearm. "That looks like it hurts." Jo said as she gestures towards the mark. "No. Nah, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove." (Y/n) said, brushing it off.

"So you were saying something about squaring things?" Jo asked. "Yeah. Um...Look, I know how you feel about my dad and John. And I can't say I blame you. They were obsessed--consumed with hunting. And they didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. And I guess that included your dad. But that was my father. That's not me." (Y/n) said to her.

"What about Dean? Or Sam?" Jo asked. "Oh Sam is nothing like his dad. But Dean's more like John than Sam, but h--" she stops once she sees the look on Jo's face. (Y/n) chuckles a bit. "Boy. You're really carrying a torch for Dean, aren't you?" She asked and Jo scoffs, uncomfortably.

"I'll take that as a yes. It's too bad." (Y/n) said as she smiles tightly. "'Cause see, Dean, he likes you, sure, but not in the way you'd want. I mean, maybe as kind of a...a little sister, you know? But--romance, that's just out of the question, he--he kind of thinks you're a schoolgirl, you know?" (Y/n) said then she let's out a laugh while Jo raises an eyebrow at her.

"I'm not trying to hurt you, Jo, I -- I'm telling you 'cause I care." (Y/n) said. "That's real kind of you, (y/n)." Jo said. "I mean it." (Y/n) said and she places a hand on Jo's shoulder. "I care about you, like a sister." (Y/n) said, a smile that didn't seem like her own, and Jo immediately felt uncomfortable.

"Maybe you should leave." Jo said to her, firmly, and (y/n)'s smile falters then she looks down. "Okay." (Y/n) said and she removes her hand off of Jo's shoulder and stands to leave. Jo turns to face the bar, leaning on it heavily, when suddenly (y/n) reappears, grabbing her from behind and manhandling her.

"(Y/n), get off me! (Y/n)! Get off me! Let go!" Jo shouts, frantically. She closes her right hand on a beer bottle, but before she can hit (y/n) with it, (y/n) grabs her wrist and slams it onto the bar, shattering the bottle.

"Jo, Jo, Jo." (Y/n) said, trying to calm her but it wasn't working. (Y/n) shoves Jo around until she faces the bar and pins her there, left hand over her wrist.

"(Y/n), no! No! Please! Please!" Jo screams before (y/n) slams her forehead into the bar, knocking Jo out, and she lifts her carefully to lie on the bar. "It didn't have to be this way. Maybe it did." (Y/n) mutters before she gives an evil grin.

Sometime later, Jo begins to wake up to (y/n) tying her up in a sitting position to a wide wooden post. "What the hell is going on? What are you doing?" Jo asked. "So what exactly did your mom tell you about how your dad died?" (Y/n) asked her.

"You're not (y/n)." Jo growls and (y/n) let's out a small chuckle. "Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question." (Y/n) said but Jo says nothing. (Y/n) sighs heavily and goes around to the other side; she sits in front of her, leaning in, her expression shifting to one of open concern. She pulls out a large knife and strokes her face with it.

"Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question." (Y/n) said, slowly. "Fine." Jo growls. "Fine." (Y/n) said. "Our dads were in California: Devil's Gate Reservoir. They were setting a trap for some kind of hellspawn. John and (father's name) were hiding, waiting, and my dad was bait." Jo replied amd (y/n) laughs.

"That's just like my dad and John. Oh, I'll bet they dangled Bill like meat on a hook. Then what?" (Y/n) asked her as she gets up and goes around to stand behind Jo. "The thing showed up. John got too eager, jumped out too soon, got my dad exposed, out in the open. (Father's name) tried to stop John but he was too late. The thing turned around...and killed him." Jo said as (y/n) leans in from behind Jo.

"Hmm. Not quite." (Y/n) said and Jo's brow furrows. "What?" She asked. "What? Oh. See, it hurt him. It didn't kill him. You really don't know the truth, do you? I bet your mom doesn't either." (Y/n) said and she sits facing her again, and leans in close.

"Know what?" Jo asked. "You see, Bill...was all clawed up. Was holding his insides in his hands. He was gurgling and...praying to see you and Ellen one more time. My dad pleaded to John about getting Bill some help but John... killed Bill. Put him out of his misery like a sick dog." (Y/n) said and Jo begins to sob.

"You're lying." Jo said, sobbing. "I'm not. It's true." (Y/n) said the she leans into Jo's ear. "Dean's daddy shot your daddy in the head..." (y/n) said in a quiet sing song voice. "How could you know that?" Jo asked her. "I hear things." (Y/n) said Nd she stands up and stabs the knife into the pillar, just above head level.

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jo asked her, tearfully. "Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." (Y/n) said and she shoves a knotted rag in Jo's mouth and ties it around her neck. "That's a girl." (Y/n) said then the door bursts open and Dean enters, gun out.

"(Y/n)!" He yells and (y/n) grabs the knife from the pillar, her calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic, and places the knife at Jo's throat. "I begged you to stop me, Dean." (Y/n) yells, sounding more like herself. "Put the knife down, dammit." Dean shouts at her.

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me." (Y/n) said, frantically, as she turns to face Dean, arms spread. "Shoot me!" She shouts.

Dean stares at her, gun steady, then he looks at Jo out of the corner of his eye. "No, (y/n), come on." Dean said and he turns away, lowering the gun. "What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that soft-hearted towards me that you'd rather let Jo die?" (Y/n) asked and Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at (y/n); the water hisses and steams as it strikes her and she screams in pain.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean yells and (y/n) raises her head; her eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at her, making her growl. Then she turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing. Dean takes the knife and cuts Jo free then she pulls the gag out of her mouth as Dean runs towards the shattered window.

"She was possessed?!" Jo exclaims and Dean turns and stares at her for a moment, then leaps through the window. "Dean!" Jo shouts but Dean was gone.

Dean and Possessed-(y/n) stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. During the following they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other. "So who are you?" Dean asked her. "I got lots of names." (Y/n) replied.

"You've been in (y/n) since she disappeared, haven't you?" Dean asked and (y/n) let's out an evil chuckle. "You shoulda seen your face when you thought she murdered that guy. Pathetic." She spat. "Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances." Dean said. "Nah, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. I was gonna posses Sam but I thought (y/n) would be better. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste (y/n). Should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now." (Y/n) said.

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. 'Cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that." Dean growls. "How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your darling (y/n)." She said as Dean was putting his gun away then pulls out the flask of holy water. "See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as (y/n)'s dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door." Possessed-(y/n) said and she gets up, heading outside; Dean follows.

They are on an open-air dock. Once Dean is out in the open, looking around at the water. (Y/n) steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean is knocked into the water with a splash and (y/n) stalks to the edge and peers over where Dean fell; not seeing him in the water, she smiles.

Little later, Jo is walking quickly through the docks, a flashllight in one hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up. "This is Dean. Leave a message." His voice said and Jo hangs up the phone, with a sigh of frustration, and continues searching.

Moments later she calls again, and this time hears Dean's ringtone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. "Dean! Dean!" She exclaims and he wakes with a groan, coughing; he's completely wet. "Take it easy." Jo said to him as he shudders and groans in pain.

"Where's (y/n)?" Dean asked with a groan. "I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." Jo said and she helps him to stand, and he leans on her heavily, groaning, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the bar.

Dean was seated at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Jo digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He groans loudly. "Don't be a baby!" Jo said to him. "God!" Dean groans as she continues to dig into his shoulder. "Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She said as she drops the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol.

Dean takes a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey. "God, you're a butcher." Dean said. "You're welcome." Jo said, sarcastically. "All right, are we done?" Dean asked. "Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help (y/n) if you're bleeding to death." Jo said. Dean takes another swig as Jo continues layering gauze and tape over the wound.

"So, how did you know? That she was possessed?" Jo asked him. "Uh, ah, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been her." Dean replied and Jo looks down.

"Hey, Dean." She said.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"I know demons lie, but...do they ever tell the truth too?" Jo asked and Dean looks over at her. "Uh, um, yeah, sometimes, I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head." He said as he takes another swig. "Why do you ask?" Dean asked Jo gives a nervous look at him before she takes a deep breath.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where she's headed to next?" She asked him. "Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so...closest one I know lives in South Dakota." Dean said. "Okay good, I'm done. Let's go." Jo said and Dean starts Dean stand up

"Yeah. You're not coming." Dean said. "The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now." Jo said. "I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be." Dean said and he turns to leave.

"Wait." Jo said and he turns back, and she hands out a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help with the pain." She said. "Thanks. I'll call you later, okay?" Dean said and he leaves the bar. "No you won't." Jo mutters to herself.

That night, Dean drives down a dark stretch of road and dials a number on his cell.

Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until (y/n) cuts the phone line running outside the house.

Dean looks at his phone and sighs. "Dammit." He mutters then he dials another number. "Hey, Sam. It's me. We've got a problem." He said.

(Y/n) walks slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door. A second later, Bobby opens it and grins then laughs with pleasure. "(Y/n)!" He said as (y/n) bares her teeth in a smile. "Hey, Bobby." She said.

"It's been a while." Bobby said and (y/n) grins sheepishly. "Well, come on in." Bobby said and she enters slowly, glancing at the ceiling, and Bobby shuts the door behind her.

They walk together into his study, which is dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers. "So what brings you?" Bobby asked. "Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey." (Y/n) said.

"Well, where's the boys?" Bobby asked and (y/n) chuckles. "Oh Sam's at a library, researching, and Dean...probably holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack." (Y/n) said as Bobby goes into the back room.

(Y/n), left alone, eyes the ceiling again. "Oh yeah? She pretty?" Bobby asked as (y/n)'s eyes cloud over black for a moment. "You ask me, he's in way over his head." She said, then her eyes go back to normal as Bobby returns with a beer in each hand; he hands one to (y/n).

"Well, it's good to see you." Bobby said and he raises his bottle. "To John and (father's name)." Bobby said. "To Dad. And John." She said and they toast and swig the beer.

(Y/n) turns to look up at the ceiling again but as she swallows the beer she spews suddenly, choking, falling to her hands and knees, coughing and gagging painfully.

Bobby sips his beer, unconcerned. "What'd you do?!" (Y/n) asked in a panic. "A little holy water in the beer. (Y/n) never would have noticed. But then, you're not (y/n) are you. Don't try to con a con man." Bobby said and he slams his fist into (y/n)'s face, knocking her out.

Later, (y/n)-demon is tied to a chair, before a fire and under the Devil's trap. Dean smacks her in the face to wake her up, Sam standing behind him. "Hey." Dean said to her and (y/n) looks up and sees the painted Devil's Trap. Dean and Sam look up too.

"Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach." (Y/n) sneers then she turns to Sam. "Hello, Sammy." She said with a smile. "How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean asked. "Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this beautiful face." (Y/n) said.

"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt (y/n) much." Dean said as Sam picks up a bucket. "You, on the other hand..." Dean said as Sam tosses a bucketful of holy water on (y/n)-demon, who sizzles and roars.

"Feel like talking now?" Dean asked, angrily. "(Y/n)'s still my meat puppet. I'll make her bite off her tongue." (Y/n) said, spiteful. "No, you won't be in her long enough. Sam." Dean said and Sam begins to read in Latin while Bobby stands on the side, watching.

"See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting (y/n). And you're not getting Sam, either. You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first." Dean yells as (y/n)-demon struggles painfully, then throws back her head and laughs maniacally. Sam cuts off in surprise while Bobby looks at this, confused.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan." (Y/n) spat and Sam continues reading but it seems to have no effect on (y/n)

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." she said then she lowers her head and begins growling in Latin. As she does this, the fire behind her flares and the room shakes as she continues.

"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, guys?" Dean asked and Sam goes over to (y/n) and sees the mark in her forearm. Bobby's eyes widen as he comes over and gets a closer look at the arm as (y/n) continues to chant. "It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside (y/n)'s body!" Bobby shouts.

"What the hell do we do?" Sam asked him, frightened and worried. "I don't know!" Bobby yells and (y/n) throws back her head and screams.

The shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, breaking the protective circle. (Y/n)-demon's eyes are black as she lowers her head. "There. That's better." She said and she jerks her head left and Bobby and Sam go flying. She jerks her head right and Dean goes flying, landing heavily against the far wall.

The holy water flask falls from Dean hand and he flinches in pain from his shoulder. (Y/n) rips free of the restraints and stalks over to Dean. "You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell." She said as she kneels in front of Dean, fisting her left hand in Dean's shirt and clocking him hard with a right jab.

Dean grabs onto (y/n)'s shirt with his right hand. "You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um..." she said then she hits Dean again as she thinks. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." She said and she hits him again as Dean becomes groggy and starts bleeding heavily from his nose.

"It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear." (Y/n) said as she hits Dean again; then she grabs his head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there." She growls and Dean realized who was possessing (y/n).

"Meg." Dean sneers and (y/n) smirks. "No. Not anymore. Now I'm (y/n)." She said as she hits him one more time; then digs her right thumb into Dean's bullet wound, making him growl in pain. "By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says howdy." She said as she digs into Dean's wound further and he screams out.

Dean tries to pull (y/n)'s hand away, groaning in pain. "All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." She said as she shoves Dean's grasping hand away. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down...you know that you can't save your brother or your little girlfriend. They'd have been better off without you." (Y/n) said and she rears back to hit Dean but suddenly her fists stops.

She turns to look at her fist and tries to move it but it was like an invisible force was preventing her. "What--" she starts to ask when she leans her head forward and let's out a groan then clenches her teeth. "Stop...stop it." She growls to herself and Dean stares at her, realizing (y/n) was trying to fight back. "Stop. It!" (Y/n) growls, loudly, then Sam grabs her arm while Bobby comes up and presses a hot poker into the mark on (y/n)'s arm.

She screams in pain, then screams again as black demon smoke billows out of her and up the chimney. Dean pulls himself up painfully as (y/n) falls back, then comes to herself and looks around. "(Y/n)?" Dean said and she looks over at him.

"Dean! I-I'm so sorry. I-I-I tried to fight back..." she said, breathless as Sam kneels next to her. "It's okay." Dean said as he starts to collapse and Sam looks her over.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was sitting behind Bobby's table with an icepack on my arm, Dean is on the other side of the table groggily holding an icebag to his face. "By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." I said, cautiously. "Yeah, right back atcha." Dean remarks as Bobby walks in slowly, looking concerned.

"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked him. "You three ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?" Bobby asked and Dean and I share a look. "Why do you ask?" Dean asked him. "Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house." Bobby said and I swallow then look down.

"You wouldn't know anything about that." Bobby said as he looks, mainly, at me and Dean. "No sir, never heard of the guy." Dean said and I turn to him. "Dean--" I said but Dean turns to me. "Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?" Bobby said to us and we nod.

"We better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car." Dean said to me as we stand up. "Here. Take these." Bobby said and he hands all three of us a small metal charm.

"What are they?" Sam asked him. "Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya." Bobby said as he looks between the three of us. "That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks." Dean said. "You're welcome. You three be careful now." Bobby said. "You too." I said as I smile at Bobby. Bobby looks back at me seriously, not returning the smile, and I frown and look away.

At the door, Dean tosses the icebag back to Bobby, who smiles a little at him.

That night, Dean was driving down a dark stretch of highway. Sam was in the backseat and I was in the passenger seat, frowning quietly. "You okay? (Y/n)? Is that you in there?" Dean asked me, concerned.

"I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes. I-I tried to fight for control but...I couldn't." I said, sadly. "That must have been awful." Sam said, sadly. "That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo too." I exclaimed then I turned to Dean. "But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot." I said to him.

"It was the right move, (y/n). It wasn't you." Dean said. "Yeah, this time. What about next time?" I asked him. "(Y/n), when Dad told me...that I might have to kill you or Sam, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you." Dean said and I look over at him and give a small smile towards him.

After a pause, Dean laughs softly. "What?" I asked him. "Nothing." Dean said. "Dean, what?" I asked and Dean smirks. "(Y/n), you -- you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." Dean said then he laughs then Sam chuckles as well.

My frown cracks, and I laugh with them. "That's pretty naughty. And kinda hot." Dean said and I, playfully, scoff at him then punch his un-injured shoulder. "Shut up!" I said and we laugh as we drive on.

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Painting Lies 3

Phinks x reader, Fetain x reader, Shalnark x reader

Tigger and content warnings include but are not limited to: blood, gore, violence, kidnapping, abuse, mental health issues, trauma

Wc: 6501

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You think you remember the two blonds being there, but you also remember your legs being twice their usual size. Honestly you just stared at the ceiling for a bit wondering what the hell was going on in your head. For all you know you did get into a fight with a giant blanket yesterday but also you felt like you had somehow completed an entire treasure collection in that game you played. Everything in the dream was too close to reality for your liking.

“Hey Phinks?” You looked out into the hall to see if he was up.

“What?” The door across the hall from you opened.

“Weird question, did we have a staring contest during dinner or did I dream that?”

“That kind of happened.” he went to close the door.

“Okay, did you play video games yesterday with me watching?”

He looked at you terribly confused, “no?”

“Did we set up the table?”

“No, shalnark did.”

“Did I go to the basement? Does the basement have a whole art studio too? Because I dreamed there was like some art supply store or something in it and I feel like I'm going insane.”

“Yes to both.”

“Okay okay, now the part that ia really fucking with me is that i swear i woke up in the middle of the night-”

“You did.”

“-and you and the other guys were there-”

“Correct.”

“Then I got kissed goodnight by the three of you? And like some drink that you see moms in movies make for kids after a nightmare?”

He stood looking at you, you had no idea what he was thinking, honestly he looked as confused as you were.

“That didn’t happen, those two just wanted to see you before leaving.”

“Weird.” You mumbled to yourself. “It all felt like stuff that happened or could have.”

Everyone had dreams that left them confused when they woke up, or well you think everyone does. Waking up from them can vary, like with every other kind of sleep. When it came to “what the fuck happened who am I” level of confusion dreams waking up in anyway that left you dazed was not a good thing. What you personally think is worse is when you don’t feel like you have been asleep, or when you think you haven't had a dream.

Your thoughts fizzled out until you could have been a cartoon character with smoke coming out of their head. Confusion sticks, the whole day would probably feel off, and hell you might just fall back asleep with how just trying to think through it all was driving you mad.

“Are you going to spend time around the house or in your room?” Phinks was leaning against the door frame.

“Oh-“ you sifted through your ideas to keep yourself entertained.

There were the new games you’ve been given, but the clearly visible camera in your room had been creeping you out. You had some books but part of you couldn’t stand the idea of reading at the moment, something in your bones felt like they couldn’t find a comfortable way to sit to read. Maybe you could draw- there was that sketch you wanted to paint.

“I might go paint something?” You asked him.

It felt like you were allowed to go paint down there whenever, or that was the ideal goal they had with showing you it. Though there was something about this house, even with Shalnarks advice of Phinks being surprisingly soft, you felt like you were standing on an inch of ice and it was already waiting to break.

He nodded, “Not a bad idea, just don’t go past the curtain, Fetain doesn’t like anyone touching his things. I’ll make something simple to eat, I’m not much of a cook so you’ll have to put up with it or make your own food.” He walked past you towards the kitchen, “I’ll stay down there to make sure you don’t go poking around in things you don’t want to see.”

Yeah totally not threatening or creepy in the slightest. Hell part of you felt like a horror movie character right now, that vague warning only made you want to see what was down there. As you gathered your sketches your mind ran wild. The stairs in this unfinished basement were creaky wood. You looked at your feet as you descended, the wood was nice and sanded, with no nails that you could notice. Yet your mind drew with jagged lines, poorly put together stairs covered in splinters. That would be too empty, not enough visual interest but something could be drawn from those mental images of stairs. Maybe if something was spilling down the stairs it would be interesting, something twisted hidden in the shadows or beneath the stars themselves, something hard to notice but once you do it’s shocking.

You pulled out a pre-stretched canvas. For a while your hands hovered over two, each size would have its benefits, the smaller ones could make the figure have a “weaker” tone. Though the larger would allow the grotesque details you were longing for. Yet you could alter your concept slightly and “zoom in” on a smaller canvas, get up close and personal with the spine. You propped them both up so you could more easily compare them while sorting through your sketches. You tore them from the sketch book with a strange chaotic need. They were spread out across the cold concrete floor. Scattered and overlapped so they could all be seen without taking up much space. It was a kaleidoscope of paper and ink, and you were the crazed lunatic who had created it.

“You’ll have to pick those up when you finish painting.” Phinks stepped down the stairs holding a large plate full of scrambled eggs and waffles. “Or do you think you’ll need to have them spread out while working?”

“Do you have tape?” You asked, “Something stronger than a basic office tape, I could hang them on the wall?”

“Eat some, I’ll find some.”

The food was weirdly over and under done. The waffles had parts that were slightly more runny than they should be but the eggs were concerning. Parts were crispy and almost burnt, while the rest was fluffy, almost as if he had gotten distracted and almost made a bad omelette.

“Duck tape and packing tape.” He placed one roll of each on the table beside you.

“Oh, thanks, that’ll work fine.”

He was quiet, but it wasn't the same way Fetain is. Fetains silence was a threat, one you had grown used to. He had this weight to him that was impossible to ignore when alone, though he easily blended in and was easy to ignore in a group. Phinks was almost the opposite. You never noticed him when it was just him, though that didn’t mean you trusted him in the slightest. There was a comfort to him, familiar almost, half memories of moments with an old friend or a split second where you almost felt like you were sitting in the room with a long forgotten family member. Warmth tried to spread through you, you desperately wanted to trust him when you felt the familiarity, but how could you when you knew nothing about him.

You taped away. Deformed figures, haphazard diagrams and sketches of anatomy from memory. While each sketch held some semblance of a thought, a firework of an idea, sometimes you found that the best ideas grew when you worked without a clear thought. Molding fog and light created forms and shapes that you may overlook, sometimes you could compare them to an instinct, or a deep need to connect with something you had yet to fully understand.

These things made the beginning difficult but one of the most fun parts of it all. Every thought could be quickly scribbled out, fulfilling the urge to create, but not held back by perfection. It was wild, untamed, which made it unpredictable. A great idea could last a second before flickering out while a bad one could haunt you, not because the idea’s roots were rotten but because the branches had been infested by a failure to succeed.

You stared at the sketches of green bruises. The needles poked through skin, emerging from the bones themselves. Single drops of blood would sit atop the skin, staining it, drying deeply into the grooves. If the dirt and grime of the depicted horror went untreated it would stain not only the mind, but cling to the body like death itself, unable to be removed with hours upon days of scrubbing. It would always feel dirty, and you could always end up permanently stained.

This gorey twist that you adapted in your work was a little strange, even you had to admit it. You didn’t like the idea of torture porn when it came to horror movies, which some found surprising, clearly you didn’t hate it, but there had to be something gained from it. In your pieces you wanted each graphic mark to mean something, there needed to be a story you could read into if you wanted, but often they became reflections of struggles. It was relaxing, in the way that snapping and throwing something can make you sigh and sob after the frustration was finally released.

The thing about art is that it sucks ass. While it can be a weight off your shoulders and drain all of the stress out of you, it could just as easily make you want to stab someone’s eyes out. Staring at pins and needles for long enough just made you want to see your eyes shut so you didn’t have to see them everywhere else. Even closing your eyes made you think of the horrible blotchy shading that just did not want to work because you didn’t think and added too much water to your paints. Hell every time you groaned in frustration your fucking kidnapper look scared. So you tossed the brushes in the sink and worked on scrubbing out the paint before you ruined them right away.

“Do you usually work in these long multiple hour sessions?” He asked you over the sound of running water.

The water was cold, dangerously so. Your fingers toyed with the hair gently mixing small amounts of soap into it. This rhythmic movement helped calm you down and get out of the “holy mother of cats why won’t things go right” headspace that you got stuck in.

“Yeah, that’s common, anything less than three is an oddity.”

“I guess I just didn’t understand how hard it was.”

“Every job is kinda like that.”

You left the brushes on a spread out towel to dry. The pallet of rapidly drying paint was still there and there were a few reasons for why you didn’t clean off the paint; it’d ruin the plumbing, it was half dry anyways, you didn’t care, and it was fun to peel off later. If that little thing could give you some control maybe it would be worth it to wait and try to earn a way out.

Part of you felt like you were giving up too easily, that you had already lost your will to fight when you woke up that first day. Yelling at yourself wouldn’t do anything and you knew that but you felt like it was your fault. Perhaps you’re just the circus elephant tied to nothing. Yet you didn't blame yourself, or at least not as much as you think you were supposed to. Playing along and being good allows for you to be taken as a cute little pet that might be too frightened to try anything. Maybe other kidnappers are different.

You looked at Phinks from when he was leaning back in the folding chair balancing on its back legs. He was large, so much strength loomed over him, making him seem like the biggest in the room. Some damn part of him made you both think he was some jockey asshole like in movies and tv, or some large warm hearted man, though the latter seemed like a stretch.

“You’re starring again.”

“I’m thinking.”

“About?”

You gathered up the sketchbook you had ripped a handful of pages out of. You should lie. Shalnark said something like “he wasn’t perceptive” right? What if you were wrong? What about telling the truth? Would he kill you in anger? Slam you into the wall? Be the manifestation of the shadows from the covered half of the basement that had been driving you crazy, pulling you back and deep down into its maw, screaming as you die from-

“Just say it, I’m in a good mood, I don’t want it ruined with some anxiety attack because you’re scared to say someth-.”

“I don’t know how to feel.” You didn’t turn back to him as you walked towards the stairs, stopping at its feet, so he knew you weren’t trying to run away. “I don’t want to upset you or the others and risk dying or something arguably worse. I feel like everything has to be said correctly or not at all so I don’t find out someone is secretly more delusional than a damn LSD trip.”

You heard the chair squeak a bit as he stood up and walked towards the stairs, he didn’t stop like you and slowly started climbing them, slowly so you could continue.

“I should be scared, angry, maybe I should try to kill someone, or myself, try to escape? I don’t know, I can’t do any of those. I don’t want to, I hate how nice my room was, there was so much thought, so much detail, it felt so real, so close to my messy room. It creeps me out, enjoying the food, the room, the clothes, even the personal products make me feel like I graduated from a top academy with no debt and no depression.”

You lead him down the hall towards the living room. “I haven’t even looked outside you know, somehow I feel like it’ll make or break the dream. I think it might make me try something stupid, make me snap or something. I want to feel okay but I don’t, and when I don’t want to feel okay I do!” You ripped the curtain open, startling yourself.

“Did the window change anything?”

Woods. Beautiful moss covered trees that stretched far. The fire kissed trees rained down their leaves and it looked gorgeous. It reminded you of that date with the cats, the betrayal, of this fuck up of yours. It was something akin to heaven in your eyes, a perfectly twisted picture.

“I miss home.” You said finally tears slipping through your horribly masked emotions. You turned from the window stepping away from its bright light and into your dark room. You didn’t close the door fully behind you, it was very easy to look through the gap.

The blankets were smooth but when you burrowed into them to avoid everything, they felt fluffy against your skin. Even as your breath filled the underneath of them with hot air that felt suffocating, you accepted it with open arms. Stale warm air was unpleasant but it felt like the first warmth you’d felt in eons. The world outside this nest was cold and cruel, and you felt chained to the bed the more you thought about it.

The room's gentle darkness left you thinking as you tossed and turned. You fought back sobs but didn’t care about the tears that leaked down your face. Your sweetest boy laid next to you, his paw resting atop your hand as you faced him and the wall. You longed for the comfort of your real bed, sitting on the small balcony with your cat as he stared wide eyed at the birds.

Maybe you could have avoided this. Maybe if you had kept to yourself, avoided people like you had grown accustomed too, you could have continued your life. It didn’t change the fact that you were here now, but you were haunted by it. Those dark eyes at the damn exhibit. Why did it have to happen? Were you a fool? Were there any signs that you could have noticed? No matter how much crying you did or didn’t do you hated every second you were left to think about anything. Each damn second made you manic, and every other one made you depressed and unable to move. You felt so nauseous that soon you just vomited and sat on the bathroom floor headhung as you finally sobbed.

It was loud and obnoxious, you were lucky only one other person was home. It bounced off the walls. Phinks could definitely hear you. It was the kind of sob that was scratchy and full of angry screams, perfect for a tantrum that would destroy everything in a close area. You felt like a toddler who had been told no when asking for candy, a brat who wanted something. It felt like you were the problem even if you were just a victim of your surroundings. Yet you screamed and cried until your throat was sore, until it felt like it could have been bleeding, and you choked on the bubbling sobs as snot filled every airway.

You laid in a puddle of yourself, not moving when the front door opened and slammed shut. Unblinking as keys jingled down the hall with heavy footsteps. Looking with tired weak eyes, up at Phinks who stood, with plastic bags in hand, his face red and his eyes looking at the wall instead of you.

“It’s late, Fei and Shal want you to have a routine but they're not here… come stay up late and watch a movie or something? Shal bought some of your favorites and ones you’ve talked about! I have some chocolate, or popcorn if you’d like? I’m not sure what you all like when it comes to movie snacks…”

Your voice was so scratchy it hurt to hear you speak. “Please…” you whined as he helped pull you up and onto the living room couch.

He handed you the bags, a multipack of tissue boxes, an assortment of chocolate, popcorn, beer, teas, sodas, chips... You dug through it all and he returned with blankets in hand and a stuffed animal he knew you were attached to, that they all knew you were attached to.

He sat next to you, draping the blankets over you. He pulled a box of tissues out handing one to you. “Use the bag as a garbage bag for now.” He laid out everything haphazardly. He gently pulled your head down onto his lap and pressed the remote into your hand.

The blue glow of the tv puts you to sleep soon enough. It didn’t matter if it was one movie or ten, you were asleep, as soon as you were Phinks was too. You used his lap as a pillow, and Phinks leaned back, his head tossed over the couch’s back, his mouth hung open with a light snore as the tv eventually turned itself off.

In the morning you woke up when the keys turned to open the door’s lock. It made you jolt awake as the door was pushed open. Shalnark was clicking through his phone as he carried in a handful of something.

“Oh, you’re both up? How was the movie night?”

You sunk into the blankets giving back into your exhaustion. “Okay.”

You said it mostly to avoid any upset feelings on his end, the movie night was a nice way to avoid it all. You hated it considering everything, but those few hours of just zoning out at the tv and falling asleep to your favorite movies made you fell like home. You could imagine it so vividly it is what lulled you to sleep, the house didn’t have that smell of the three men, it was your home filled with cat fur, paints, and gesso.

You could feel the canvas frame from when you had to custom build one for a commission. Having to stretch it yourself, and you struggled to pull it back enough for it to hold well. The frame was obnoxiously large, you couldn’t fathom how they had the money to commission it or why they’d need one this size. That one had become a secret favorite, it was in someone’s private collection, an anonymous commissioner. You remember them sending someone to pick it up, which was strange, but if someone had that money how weird could it really be?

“Fei will be appearing soon, he has to drag something down to his office.” Shal giggled to himself speaking without catching his breath. “He’s surprisingly very interested in the work he brought back. It’s like a cat that got a hold of a mouse and doesn’t want to let it go.”

He set his envelope of papers down on the table, and sat down next to you on the couch. He was in front of you really, your back pressed firm against the couch nearly sinking into the cushions and the framework. Shalnark was turned slightly so he could face you and Phinks easily, his knees pressed against the front of the couch and one of Phinks’ knees. He breathed in deeply, his breath pushing both his stomach and chest out, he sort of chuckled as he sighed and leaned over to rest his head on the sofa’s back next to Phinks’ shoulder.

“I missed being home.”

Phinks and you didn’t say anything in response. Maybe Phinks secretly hated Shalnark, well, obviously not, but his silence kind of confused you. He cared deeply about the two from what you could tell, but who's to say you were ever good at reading the room. Your view upwards was obstructed by Shalnark hovering-leaning over you. Phinks moved his arm, you could see its shadow crossover you briefly, but you didn’t see what he did. Shalnark sat there resting with the two of you, this serene glazed look to him. He looked so pleasant, his hair hanging in his face, and his eyes closed.

He did eventually move, while he seemed content that was in no way comfortable to sit there for long. Shal eventually collected his things and ran off to go put them away. You gathered up the mess from the night before. Phinks took the trash out, you saw the cement steps out front as the door opened, and cool air rushed in to kiss your cheeks. The cat with wide eyes watched him complete his chores from the window, while you avoided looking at them. It was easier to stay busy with wiping the table and stacking the coasters in a neat pile in the center.

You kept wiping the table. Slow circular motions as you dazed off. The window just hurt you. Its clear glass was a mirror of your betrayal and gentle suffering, every damn time you saw that view it reminded you of the damned date. That date would remind you of his hands in your hair as you sobbed into his lap. What kind of suffering is this all? To be cursed with the inability to act, but blessed with a comfort of home and kindness. though it came from triplet tyrants. What tragedy had you fallen out of?

You went about giving yourself chores, dusting the shelves and tv stand, sweeping the kitchen floor, making a few pancakes with a box mix you had found, then cleaning up the mess you had made. Your hour or two of small chores only could keep you distracted for so long. You could hear Shalnark from his room, typing away on a keyboard and flipping through papers. When you walked past the basement you could hear things being moved around. It was faint and muffled, almost like you were hearing things, you wanted to go down there, the curiosity haunting you, but I’d anyone scared you the most it was Fetain.

You pushed open Phinks’ door. He had looked up at you as you did, but he didn’t say a thing, just motioned for you to come in. It was simple, navy sheets that were wrinkled, a strange mixture of pillows that didn’t have matching cases. There were some clothes lying around the room and the closet was open. He had a simple fold up chair in the corner and some green running jacket thrown across it. He didn’t have curtains, just the plastic blinds though some were bent and damaged. The closest thing to decoration was a digital clock on a wooden stool made bedside table and high quality at home gym equipment on the floor and tucked away into the closet.

“Need something?”

“I’ve never seen your rooms.” You half ignored the question, “and I don’t want to work on my painting when Fetain is working.”

He hummed, and you sat down on his bed looking at his window with the blinds pulled shut. “I hate it,” you said quietly to yourself, not knowing fully what you meant. “I might drive myself crazy. I keep trying to make things make sense, but I don’t get it.” You flopped down and rolled over, you didn’t look up at his face, didn’t acknowledge if he was looking at you or listening. “I think I’m ignoring half of everything to try and pretend that I’m okay.”

His hand rested on your head, his fingers playing with your hair. “You’re putting up with it well, though coming from me that doesn’t mean much.”

You grabbed his hand and his shirt. Pulling yourself up, straddling his waist. “Why couldn’t you have killed me? Torture me? Why not just make my life a real living hell? I feel like I’m burning but there’s nothing there, I keep thinking I’m drowning but I’m not!” Your hand trailed up to his neck, your nails pressing into his jugular, as you pinned him down to the bed. He laid there with his eyes wide but he didn’t move. “Please give me a good reason to hate it here! Please, I can't understand what’s going on! I didn’t ask for this. I don't know what I’m here for!” you screamed at him, though it wasn’t loud, just desperate. “I can’t do anything.”

His hand grabbed your hip and his other grabbed your neck, and he flipped the roles so he was hunched over you. His nails pressed into your skin. There was no weight to the threat. His hands while touching you, felt like they were hovering.

“You’re allowed to be angry, you don’t need permission for it.” And his hands were lifted away. and he was back on his side of the bed laying just like he was earlier, as if you never disrupted him.

Then you cried, you laid there curled up in a ball next to him. He never touched you, until you reached out and touched him, pulling yourself into his arms. He held you then gently and quietly until you relaxed and laid there half asleep and exhausted. His hands cupped your cheeks and you were held close to his face, his mouth a meare inch from your nose.

“I’ll do anything for you, even if you don’t like us or being here. We will do anything to keep you safe. I’ll make you as happy as I can, I swear to you I will.”

You heard Fetain come up from the basement when the door slammed shut. He was lighter than air with his footsteps so when he walked into Phinks’ room and ended up next to the bed you nearly screamed. “Try to sleep at ten and wake up at six. You need good sleep routine.”

You nodded, Phinks had mentioned it right? Ten to six seemed reasonable. “Exactly 6 am?”

“Roughly. Take time to change, one week to do yourself.”

“I’ll try to do it.” You nodded and a yawn slipped from your lips.

“Take nap, us three will talk work.” He waited for Phinks to get up.

Phinks patted your shoulder, “stay here and sleep for a bit we don’t want you dealing with our work stuff yet.”

“Okay.”

But Feitain hovered for a second longer than he needed to, just quietly looking at you with this deep thoughtful look in his eyes, yet he left without saying anything.

They had a habit of leaving you alone with your thoughts. Thankfully your cat at least sits with you when you need it, most of the time.

There was nothing to do with them all being busy. Something told you not to poke around for answers about what they were discussing. Even though you weren’t gonna search around for answers your mind wandered. It was a gross wandering similar to how one could lay in bed and gaze up into the darkness and just sit there. Rambling and turning whispers in your thoughts flashing images of blood gore and violence. How could anyone imagine what their jobs could be? You were used to surrounding yourself with images of oozing guts, but just beccause you had been decentized to it didn’t mean that fucking kidnappers who seemed more than used to living isolated was something you could handle.

You ran your hand back from the cat’s nose to his ears. He pressed himself so firmly against your hand that his eyelids were slightly pulled back as he demanded all of your attention. You could feel him breathing on you, his soft purrs are loud as he clung to you. When the fur around his face is pushed back his whole meringue look changes to one of a rat. His eyes while blown wide into dark saucers continue to look up at you fondly, his fur looks like a front facing bald eagle. There’s a reason you hardly ever see those angles, it’s less flattering. There’s less pride and a slicked back edge that is perceived as coolness. This is what that sweet cat looked like from this angle, his poofy roundness disappeared and strange looking from the front, while you never truly have looked too explore the other angles of the strange hair-do, the adorably crafted ugliness makes you melt into him as he melts into you.

As you lay there thoughts bubbling up worries and anxiety scratching away at your insides, this sweet fluff keeps you grounded. As was his task, he was an unofficial emotional support cat, nothing more than a pet that kept you mentally stable and provided both a comfort and reason to live. It was easy on the days where the paints seemed poisoned to be unable to reason and find out why you were alive. You wondered if everyone questioned this at times perhaps that’s why your artwork seemed so desperate, why you just cling to an intestine rope to pull you closer to answers and people who relate. It’s not something you can say for sure but even now, after a few years of this cat he kept you perfectly content to question but not give up.

He was also a good muse, posing in ways during his naps. Belly up, his head laid back against a pillow, his front paws folded under his chin but his back legs sticking upwards like two towers, fluffy and off white. He laid his ways that made it hard to determine if he was a cat or strang fluffy void, even though lots of cats did that. No matter how many photos and squeals you let out, it never felt the same, there simply isn't a connection. No photo could replace your cat, because you knew just about everything about him.

Sometimes you wondered if you relied too much on the cat, you’d question if the kidnappers thought the same if you weren’t so preoccupied with anything else. Even in captivity it seemed like you never had time for anything. All your plans would get mixed up or you would get horribly distracted. You acted as if you were wandering naked in a dark maze with how time snuck up on you. With no one to truly tell you otherwise you gave into it when you could, which was most of the time. Hours would be spent gazing off into walls and corners as you painted in your own head, it didn’t matter if you pictured it or not, it was the mental motions of the act that kept you entranced.

A jiggle of a brush, a whirlpool of the paint thinner. Hell the actions are what lured you down into the basement again. You hadn’t been told to stay, hadn't been told not to. You may not have paid attention to the home as you were pulled down to the basement by your navel; the living was quiet though the three men hummed and buzzed with a quiet conversation. You continued onto the door opening it so gently and silently you might have well just phased through the door to begin with. The unfinished steps hadn’t groaned or creaked as you stepped on them even though they should. The door hovered open, the light peering and stealing across the floor to the hall now behind you. As a moth would you step down and forwards moving towards your painting.

At this moment your eyes flashed with one lucid thought, “something isn’t right.” It didn't take a genius to know this but somehow as you were drugged by your own relaxation and you had taken the liberty to forget about everything that had been a bright neon sign telling you something was amiss. You looked away from your studio and across the room at another’s.

It’s important to note that some people have a personal belief that art is in the eye of the beholder, regardless of whether each piece usually has an original meaning in the grand scheme of things. You had thoughts and ideas, messages and stories to tell through your paintings. Each a commentary on something since you didn’t believe in unthoughtful gore and brutality, that wasn’t to say it had no meaning, but that there wasn’t a personal thought being expressed even deep below the surface. In this belief of art interpretation all art has at least two meanings, the artist’s original suffering inquiry, and the viewer’s lack of understanding. With this in mind the scene behind the curtain is much different then one in your studio.

The curtain had always been a temptation, that’s a simple fact of the matter. Place a marshmallow in front of a child and most struggle to resist even with the promise of more. This curtain in your case was so much more than temptation. A temptation is often pictured as sweet and sugary, lustful even, not a need but a want. This curtain was so much more than that, it was thorn covered and speckled with a lifetime of warnings but it wasn’t sweet, there was no guarantee of safety but an expectation of more. Even then you peeled it back.

It was more than a treasure trove of goodies, it was a threatening pile of one. The lights were on and you were slammed into with information as you peared across it all, for instance the room was large, much larger than you thought it was. While most of it was still unfinished further back against the far wall was a much more finished section. That is what you noticed second but you just were too in shock to register the first yet. The furthest wall was finished, a simple gray paint and from it hung old custom paintings, things both long forgotten and new. They were strange to see though in comparison to your room when you had first woken up nothing crazy. The first thing you noticed was crazier, though not too surprising.

The wall was lined with a board, hanging from it an assortment of household tools and even more specialty ones. Mostly pliers, wrenches, screwdrivers of all sorts of sizes. There were spools of wire, rope, and bolt cutters. There were more too, there were tweezers, the heavy duty kind, expensive looking, stainless steel and with a rubber grip. Each item while normally not threatening was fucking horrifying. The blindfolded and gagged half-dead looking man would ultimately agree if he saw the line up. Yet the detail of the organization, to the bindings, and yes even the table he was on, made it look like a perfectly created scene. To Feitain, who you half-confidently assumed was the resident torturer, this must be something artistic or even religious, sometimes the two came hand in hand.

His hair was glued by brown dried blood, his nose broken, the bruising covering his cheeks and eyes from what you could tell from afar. There was no way for him to escape from his binds, strapped down to the table. The table itself looked to be something akin to an embalming table, slightly slanted towards a floor drain, some blood already leaking down from the man and dried against the table’s cold smudged metal. He had bruises down his arms and legs dark purple and splotchy. His ankle looked painfully enlarged, not enough to be a break but horribly sprained.

You should have screamed in horror, your heartbeat sped up like crazy after all. There was enough adrenaline that maybe you could have killed a person, not your captors from the look and attitude of them. If a captor can be so unconcerned like they were either they were morons or knew full well that they had perfect complete control. From a second kidnapped person being in the basement looking like a corpse it’s easy to decide which.

Looking on even in your shocked state you made your third discovery. There were bulkhead doors. A small flight of stairs led up to them. In your shock you continued to move like a ghost, even though your chest was pounding. It rumbled in your gut, twisted and stabbed at your lungs, and you looked upwards at it, upwards into the dark steps a small crack of light. Your cat in all his loving sweetness rubbed up against your leg, mewling softly. You walked forwards reaching upward towards the door, climbing the stairs and gently pressing to see if they’d open, to your surprise it did.

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luneesv · 1 year

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Before everything | Joel Miller

╰┈➤ Joel Miller x M!Reader

[ english isn't my first language ]

You are an old friend of Joel, you remember the old days with him and Sarah during a cold morning, you remember the night when you fell in love with him.

The sun had just risen and you were alone, you were making coffee to warm up. Ellie and Joel weren't awake yet, you were alone and you felt a little bad after the events of Bill and Frank. You felt like you missed out on a part of your life because of the pandemic, but also because you never took the first step to ask Joel out. You loved him since the beginning, since you knew him when he lived with Tommy and Sarah.

You remembered the day when you met him, he had just come home from work in the night and he had a problem with his car, you helped him because he looked exhausted and to be honest, he made you feel sorry for him.

- hey do you need help ? you told him.

- uh.. no, well yes I do but I don't think you can help me.

You gave him an amused look before pushing him to repair the engine of his car, for you finding the problem was something obvious.

- I am a mechanic, you tell him while cleaning your hands with a cloth that was lying around, and I'm (y/n).

- I'm Joel, uh.. thanks man. He said visibly embarrassed by your gesture, he was clearly not good with people.

You smiled at him, you had just arrived in the neighborhood and you were afraid of not getting along with people but luckily you had found yourself someone interesting and rather attractive.

- So.. see you tomorrow ? You said.

- Yea I guess, he said vaguely, but my daughter is sleeping considering what time it is, and i need to clear my mind, you want a drink, in a bar ?

Your heart almost gave out at that moment, you nodded and you two, you had gone to the nearest bar, during the journey you were talking about your life, he was telling you about his daily life with his daughter and his brother, how much he loved them and what he would do everything for them, and you told him about your life before you came here and told it, a banal and morose life.

You had arrived and your heart was just beating, you sat down at the bar and he ordered two whiskeys for you. He only stared at you with his eyes, his expression remained expressionless as you told him a joke, but his eyes. You stared into his eyes, those brown eyes that made you want to dive in and to kiss him.

The drinks arrived and he started to drink his whiskey before ordering another, you barely drank your drink when your throat burned. You couldn't stand alcohol.

The more you drank, the more he opened up to you, he spoke more. He was just staring at you and at a time when the people was starting to go home, the light was getting less bright and that a romantic atmosphere was beginning to be felt.

- You are really handsome (y/n), he said maybe too loudly since the barman suddenly turned towards you, I'm telling you this as a man to man, I really want to kiss you, but it's weird, I've never felt that for a man.

Your heart was hurting you so much it was beating so hard, he put his hand on your shoulder before massaging it and bursting out laughing.

- I just can't stop thinking about your arm, glistening with motor oil, I swear you obsess me.

- Joel, you're.. you're drunk maybe you should stop talking. You said, your heart beating.

He shook his head, then his hand that was on your shoulder landed on your face, as well as his other hand that landed on your other cheek, forcing you to look at him.

- But (y/n) since I met you, I can't stop thinking about you, and I'm confused 'cause i'm.. i'm not gay ? Well I've never been attracted to a guy, even in porn I only watch the girl, but you.. I swear you're a..

He stopped talking and he kissed you. You were lost, confused, everything was happening so fast, you had known him for so little time and yet you wanted to kiss him too.

But you pushed him away, still today you don't know why but at that time you thought you were doing a good thing.

- Joel, please let me take you home, you drank too much, you... you're just talking nonsense..

He gave you a sad look before getting up.

- You're right, maybe I'm just drunk.. But I still love you so much..

You got up before putting his arm around your shoulders to lift him, he staggered and was only humming your name, in the middle of the night, with only the light of the street lamps to illuminate his face. Your heart kept beating thinking about what he just did.

- It's.. it's here, he said pointing at his house before opening it, trying for about ten minutes because he obviously forgot how to open a door.

He turned around, looking at you, face to face. He had an indescribable look on his face.

- Please love, come with me in my bed, you won't regret it.

At that moment, you're still wondering why you chose to refuse, to watch his door close behind Joel who looked disappointed. Even then you knew you had made a mistake.

The next day, you saw him in the morning, he was drinking his coffee, wearing the same pants as yesterday but with a white tank top.

- Hello Joel ! You said happy to see him again.

- Oh.. hello (y/n). He tells you, a shameful look on his face.

- Are you okay ? You know after yesterday's night haha.

- About that, I was drunk yesterday, I didn't know what I was saying, I... forget everything. Sorry if I gave you false hopes but.. you are not what I am looking for. I'm actually looking for nothing..

You looked at him, still planted in front of him, the heart which had stopped beating. You wanted him to tell you that he was laughing, that he still loved you, as much as last night. You wanted him to take you in his arms. You wanted to go back and come to his house, come with him to his bed. But even now you wondered if he would have had the same reaction.

- I mean.. of course. You were drunk, and you were certainly confused, but you know, if you want tonight we can have dinner together if you're free, because-

His door had just opened and a girl had just come out of the house looking at her father and then at you.

- Hi ! You're the new neighbor ? Finally one that isn't old! You're my father's age right? You look a little younger than him tho-

- Sarah.

- Sorry dad.. She said, a smile on the lips.

- Yes I am haha. And I think so ? I love your outfit ! You are really very pretty.. Sarah that's it ? You said smiling at her.

- Thanks ! And yes it's Sarah, she answered you before to turn to her father, can he eat breakfast with us ?

Joel gave him a vague look before looking at you, but this time you could spot sadness or maybe shame in his eyes, which yesterday made you feel like a king.

- No, he was going to leave when you arrived.

You didn't understand anything, and you still hoped that he would change his mind, that he would tell you that he still loved you, that it hadn't changed. You wanted everything to go back to how it was last night.

- That's right, bye Sarah, and bye Joel.. See you soon. You said, walking back home, hands shaking.

After that day, luckily, you often came to their house, to help Sarah with her homework or fix things, but it was just an excuse to see Joel again. He seemed less cold with you but never again did he have a romantic gesture towards you. You bottled up these feelings for so long..

When the pandemic arrived, when Sarah died and when Joel lost everything, you were there for him. He couldn't sleep for days and one night, he came to see you, he lay down next to you and he fell asleep, taking you in his arms. You pretended to sleep but you were well aware. Your heart had started beating again. And you felt his calming down. The morning after, he didn't leave, he didn't pretend, he just cried, and you hugged him. For 30 minutes you were glued to each other, for half an hour, the infected, the bombardments, the pandemic, everything was not important.

After that night and morning, Joel started to act as if nothing had happened.

Sometimes you regret not having broached the subject, but also for not having stayed with him that night when he begged you to come with him in his bed.

He was the first to wake up and scare you. Removing you from your memories.

- Good morning (y/n).

You turn back to him, who decided to sit down across from you, staring longingly at your coffee.

- Good morning, Joel, you want some ?

- Yea. You were thinking of something ?

You gave him a thoughtful look, you passed him your coffee thermostat and decided after all these years to finally talk to him.

- Yea, I was thinking of us.

hii thank you sm for reading my one shot ! it's my first one and I hope you liked it <3 Anyway have a great day or night !

#joel miller x male reader #joel miller #the last of us #the last of us x male reader #joel miller x reader #male reader #gay #pedro pascal x male reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal

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mysteriouslybluepirate · 7 months

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Just did a rewatch of OFMD S2 Eps 6/7 and: (Yes, it DEFINITELY got better)

*All pacing issues and some cast being in scenes when others aren't is the fault of the studios being cheap and not the writers/creators. :) Flying the cast to New Zealand + housing them for filming meant some crew just couldn't be there (Fang, Roach, Olu) or mostly written out (Buttons, Swede).

The reason this season feels *weird* is just that. It is not the fault of the actors or any of the workers in New Zealand who got jobs because they were the cheaper, nonunion, option.

I was mainly mad due to some pacing things that, after I thought about it, I don't think *I* was ready for them to make jokes about, if that makes sense. Izzy is such a personal character for me that some of the stuff they joke about just...hits.

*While the show kind of blowing off Izzy's repressed feelings for Ed did originally piss me off (the 'jealous' comment from Ed in ep 7 especially), reframing the scenes as Izzy letting himself mourn this and seeing how easily he lets Ed go does make me happy. He will love Ed. That's just a fact. But he is not his relationship with Ed he is defined by what he does with it. Yes, they can joke about it. Izzy has probably defined their relationship as something that just can't happen. Either by thinking Ed could never love him or that Ed never cared. Izzy knew Ed's attention was always fleeting and MAYBE that's some BS way we can say eps 5, 6, and 7 happened within a few days of each other. Because...if Izzy is just repressing everything again. I swear. This show will not give me the polycule I want.

*Stede and Izzy work so fucking well as friends. Like. Izzy knows how Stede will use the bar as validation and is READY to fight for him. Stede knows Izzy will stand to fight with him. The way Izzy looks so DONE when Stede starts to fight? Izzy just lost Ed god damn it. That, and the thigh grab will be in my head forever... stizzy fans also win.

*Imagine having sex with the only person you've ever loved and they ditch the next day. Add that to Stede's own insecurities and it's like the writers had a checklist on how to break Stede Bonnet.

*Ed is leaving a manic period (started maybe ep 2), and entering a depressive period in episode 6 where he remembers 'oh yeah, I fucking hate pirating'.

*Both Stede and Ed want very different things in life and this conflict was always going to happen. But at the begining of ep 6 we see Ed replaying the abuse he's caused/experienced. He's mentally framing himself as a hazard. Stede enjoys the life Ed is desperately running from. This is why Izzy is so quick to grab Stede I think. To help him understand that Ed is just...a complicated man.

*Izzy was right about Ed needing to give Stede some time to sit with the death of Ned Low. Ed barging in allowed Stede to put his negative feelings into something positive, not fully allowing him to process his actions. Ed then uses their first time as an excuse to run away.

*Izzy is hot in both episodes :) End note. But for me, the reason the Drag scene felt weird on first watch is just that I can't read half the cast's face soemtimes. Its a me thing. On this rewatch I noticed them cheering and generally being more supportive, lol.

*I wish we got to see Izzy putting the drag makeup on. Even just a line of concealer. Putting on the character he'd embody for the night. Drag is such a practice of self realizion and community. I wish we got to see Izzy staring at himself, applying the mark on his face that he clearly loves so much.

*The concept of Ned Low- A vicious torture-focused pirate, sadly was handled like a minor inconvenience, and... while I like the masochism joke from Izzy, and the implications for Stede's arc, he felt weird and out of place. Like. Instead of tying Low's bad management to something like the Navy, why not the Kraken? The stuff was there for it. Show how shitty working on a ship that prioritizes violence is, and mirror it with Ed's growth.

*I love the ship design for Ep 6 so much.

*The Ed&Izzy apology still bugs me but I have hope Izzy and Ed will talk it out a bit more after talks with some of the lovelies online

*I love the crew but acknowledge that this season has shafted a lot of stories. Clearly, the writers did what they could.

*Izzy's 'love interest' this season is clearly just the 'community/self' and finding comfort in humanity again...its so GOOD.

*Izzy casually making sex jokes is so weird. Like a coworker you've known for a few years that finally starts talking shit with you on the job. It feels weird to me now, but I also write him like this? So it's a lot of wires crossing in my mind. Like...he FUCKS!

*Same with Izzy smiling. It feels wrong in the best way. Again, I wish we had ONE MORE episode of Izzy being in the middle of healing, but this more self-realized Izzy is lovely to watch.

*They changed the gender of the song Izzy sings so he's singing about a man. I will not be normal about this.

*I'm so happy I caught Izzy's hand being that FUCKING HIGH on Stede's inner leg first watch. It's changed me. Izzy really said 'When the dogs are away the cats are out to play' and POUNCED.

*I didn't catch Izzy pointedly calling Stede captain until I saw it online and now I love it. Stede adopted the stray cat and god damn he'll stay loyal until the day he dies.

*Spoilers for the teaser: If the series Ends and Izzy is in solitary confinement/Izzy is locked away from the others I will scream

*"Hiya, Boys" I LOVE HIM. Izzy confidently grinning and being a prick is my favorite.

*izzy loving Ed enough to let him go is just....so tragic and good. Especially since we know Ed just tried to hold izzy closer in s1

#ofmd s2 #ofmd season 2 #our flag means death #ofmd s2ep6 #ofmd s2ep7 #izzy hands #stizzy #if we get any type of ship for Izzy by S3 Ill be shocked #I want him to be content and in someones arms #maybe its projecting #Ah well #Any of the ship crew. Captains. New characters I don't care.

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mandos-mind-trick · 1 year

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Here’s To The Future - Part 3: Cornered

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, Lots of emotions, arguing, Hunter is a little bit of a dick, some rehashing of CW pain, badly written smut

A/N: May the 4th be with you! Here's the much anticipated update. I combined Episodes 3 and 4 for this one, since I wanted to focus more on Midinght and less on following the plot of the show. Stuff still happens, but significantly less action than the previous two chapters. Lots of feelings, lots of angst.My Hunter girlies, I did promise.

Also I am still looking for a beta reader for this one, so if you’re interested…

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She can feel him.

Arms snake around her, a firm chest presses against her back. His nose presses into her hair, inhaling deeply. She can feel the thump of his heart, long fingers lacing with hers. The musky smell of him, mixed with blaster residue and plastoid. He’s warm, he’s real.

There’s a hand on her but it’s not his.

She’s clutching his pillow, face half buried in it. Tears are streaming, wetting the pillow.

“Hey.” A quiet voice whispers, the hand shaking her.

She turns on her back, blinking through the tears. She can’t see clearly, but she doesn’t need to.

“Come on.” He motions with his head, stepping back from the bunk.

Midnight sniffles, wiping her face. The dream had felt so real. For a moment she thought he really was here. He really had crawled into the bunk and held her like he had so many times before. It had only been a dream, though. He was still gone. He was still missing.

Midnight crawls out of the bunk, dropping down quietly. Tech’s bunk is still empty, but Wrecker and Hunter’s are occupied. She follows Echo to the hull, watching as he kneels down, pulling a panel off the wall.

It’s quiet for a few moments, Midnight watching him fiddle with some wiring. She shifts on her feet, unsure if she should be helping, or if he’ll ask her to. It wasn’t unusual for Tech to drag her somewhere and expect her to jump in and help him without direction. Echo was usually more straightforward.

“Back when I was a reg, I was really close to one of my batch mates.” He starts talking, his back still to her. “Fives, we called him, because his designation number was all fives. We were assigned to the Domino Squad during our training. We wound up being the only two of the Domino Squad to survive and we were placed in the 501st.”

Midnight sinks down onto the floor, pulling her knees to her chest. She’d heard about his early days, how he’d come to join the 501st before, but he had never mentioned anyone specific besides Captain Rex. She knew what happened to him to an extent, but he avoided talking about his time before Skako Minor in detail, unless something specific came up. She knows he’d rather move on from it, he’d rather not remember.

“I never asked Rex when he died, or how.” He shakes his head, sitting up on his knees. “I know he’s gone because if he were still alive, he wouldn’t have given up either. He would have been right beside Rex, doing everything he could to rescue me.” He places the panel back in place, keeping his back turned to her. “I know it’s not the same. I can’t even begin to understand what it feels like. We’re taught from a young age any of us could die at any moment. That doesn't mean we don’t feel it, but we bury it because we have to keep fighting.”

Tears burn Midnight’s eyes once more, her grip tightening around her legs as she tries hard not to cry again. “It hurts.” She sniffles. “It hurts so much.”

“I know.” He turns to face her, a sad look in his eyes. “Hunter told us what happened, what Suu told him. I know you want to do this alone. I don’t blame you. None of us are really good at this.”

“I’ve always had to do it alone.” Midnight laughs, more at herself than anything else. “We’re not that different, you know. I never got to mourn anyone. My mom disappeared when I was ten years old. I couldn’t do anything but miss her sometimes because I had to take care of myself. So many friends either left or just disappeared and you never blink twice at it because that’s just the way things are. That’s just...life.” She sobs quietly, fresh tears falling. “This hurts so much worse.”

“Because Crosshair didn’t just disappear.” Echo says, taking her hand in his. “He betrayed you. He betrayed all of us.”

“Does it ever go away?” She whispers, clutching onto his hand tightly.

“No.” He says. “Not entirely. You just...begin to feel it less and less often.”

She wipes her tears, a futile action since more just keep falling. “I wish I had done something sooner.”

“You couldn’t have known.” Echo says, pulling her to her feet. “None of us could have known. Don’t beat yourself up too much. Don’t beat the others up either. They’re trying their best.”

Echo does have a point. It’s not just her that’s lost Crosshair. On top of everything else that’s happened, she’s not helping any.

“Come on.” Echo takes her hand, leading her towards the door. “If you want to sleep more, you can use my bunk. I’ll be working on repairs for a while.”

“Can I...do anything to help?” She asks.

He shakes his head. “No offense, but I don’t think you’d be much help.”

Midnight shrugs. “I can fit into small places.”

“You’re not the only one that can.” Echo gives her a grin. “I’d rather have you resting.”

Right. Omega. She hadn’t spent much time with the kid. Kids aren’t really her thing. She avoided them as much as possible on Coruscant, since she knew most of them would beat her up for spare change or something to eat. She feels a little guilty for basically ignoring the kid. Maybe she should spend some time with Omega. For female solidarity or something like that.

Midnight takes Echo’s offer, slipping into his bunk. She doesn’t sleep, instead she lays awake, staring at the top of the bunk. Echo did have a point. It wasn’t like they weren’t trying to help her. She knows Hunter was only trying to help her, offering her an option if she wanted it.

She probably shouldn’t have gotten so upset about it. The thought of leaving them, even if it was safer for her, hadn’t even crossed her mind. She’d rather face danger head on with them than leave them behind. Even if Crosshair is gone, she can’t fathom the thought of losing the rest of them.

She’s not sure how long she’s laid there when the privacy curtain is pulled back, Hunter leaning down with a box of rations in his hands. “Food time.” He says, holding it out to her.

Midnight doesn’t feel hungry, but she knows she should probably eat. They were running low and safe places to stop were going to get harder and harder to find. She takes a bar, swinging her legs over the side of the bunk. “Thanks.”

“Are you...alright?” Hunter asks, eyeing her hunched over position.

He’s not asking if she’s wholly okay. He wants to know if she’s physically hurt. Is she okay? No. Is she injured? No.

“Yeah.” She nods, trying to smile but she’s sure it looks more like a grimace. “Not my first firefight, remember?”

He nods, looking down. “Right.”

He turns, looking like he wants to move away but she stands, calling out to him. “Hunter?”

He turns to face her and she gets lost in his eyes for a moment. She had gotten used to seeing the stern face of her Sergeant recently, and had missed the softness he used to look at her with when they weren’t in a fight or running for their lives.

“I-”

She’s cut off as the ship violently jerks, nearly throwing her from her feet. She manages to catch herself on the edge of the bunk, keeping her feet under her. Hunter runs for the cockpit, and she follows, barely able to keep her feet as the ship continues to violently shake.

“Getting thrown out of hyperspace. I’d say that’s pretty critical, Tech.” Hunter says, bracing himself on the back of the pilot’s seat.

They were no longer in hyperspace, instead plummeting straight towards a moon.

“It’s not affecting life support. We’re fine.” Tech says, like they’re not about to crash land on some moon they’ve never even heard of.

“Are you kidding me?” Hunter asks in disbelief.

“The power capacitor’s blown. We need to land immediately.” Echo says from the copilot’s seat.

“Strap in!” Hunter yells, moving to the seat behind the copilot.

Midnight takes the seat behind Tech, holding on for dear life. They plummet through the thick clouds of the moon’s atmosphere, alarms blaring from the ship. Midnight trusts Tech’s flying abilities, but while crashing? The gonk droid slides up into the cockpit, many loose items clanging around in the back as they continue to nosedive towards the surface of the moon.

Tech pulls up on the controls, managing to flatten out the Marauder before it slams into the moon’s surface, sliding to a stop. Midnight lets out the breath she was holding, hands still clutching the seat tightly.

Hunter rises to his feet, helping the gonk droid up before looking in the back. “Everybody all right?” He puts a hand on her shoulder and she nods, still holding onto the seat.

Is she really okay?

No.

Definitely not now.

***

Midnight stacks empty crates back in their place, working with Wrecker and Omega to put everything back where it belongs. The mess wasn’t as bad as she had thought it might be, or at least what it had sounded like.

Despite the mess, it’s probably the cleanest the ship has been in a long time. Probably since it came off the line.

“I suspect one of our capacitors sustained damage during our firefight with the regs.” Tech says. “We won’t be able to take off without replacing it. Inventory analysis indicates we have one spare onboard.”

“Is it in here?” Omega asks, moving a crate.

They all turn to look at her, Midnight’s stomach twisting painfully. They’re all quiet, all of them thinking the same thing.

“What?” Omega asks as they continue to stare at her.

“That’s Crosshair’s weapon kit.” Hunter explains slowly.

Wrecker groans. “Fine. I’ll say it. I kinda miss him.”

“He shot you, remember?” Echo says.

“Ha! I sure do. That hurt!” Wrecker says, moving his once injured shoulder.

“It’s worth noting the possibility that Crosshair’s actions were influenced by his inhibitor chip.” Tech says.

“It can do that?” Echo asks.

“That’s what it was designed to do.” Omega says.

“So, it wasn’t Crosshair’s fault?” Wrecker asks.

“Well,” Tech goes to start but Hunter cuts him off.

“Look, debating this won’t fix the ship. Right now we need to find that capacitor and get off this rock.” Hunter says, walking towards the cockpit.

Midnight stays still, thinking over Tech’s words. She knows Crosshair. As much as he was an asshole, betraying his squad? Shooting two of them? He wouldn’t do that. He wouldn’t betray them like that.

Not willingly.

***

Midnight swivels the chair back and forth, staring at the screen. She’s not really sure what she’s looking at, but it was better than looking at nothing.

“Are you...alright?” Hunter asks, coming to stand next to her.

“I won’t be if you keep asking me that.” She snaps, but immediately deflates. “Sorry.” She shakes her head. “Nothing ever goes our way, does it?” She scoffs. “My mom would say ‘the universe is just giving us all the bad now so it can save up all the good for later.’”

“She sounds like she was a prolific woman.”

Midnight snorts. “She was drunk. Drunk and desperate. I used to think maybe she found a way out, she made herself a better life somewhere. I know that’s not true. Not with the kind of people she spent time with.”

Hunter puts a hand on her shoulder squeezing gently. It’s a comforting touch, something she hadn’t realized she was missing.

Their moment is disturbed as Wrecker walks by, groaning in pain.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hunter asks, turning to face him.

“I must’ve hit my head in the crash.” He groans, holding the side of his head.

Tech and Echo reenter the ship, joining them in the hull.

“The capacitor’s in place, but other systems are now failing.” Tech says.

“Something’s causing damage to the exterior hull.” Echo says.

“You wanna narrow that down?” Hunter asks, turning to them.

The ship goes dark, whirring as the entire thing shuts down. The sound of thudding from the top of the ship is loud in the silence, all of them looking up as something makes its way across the top of the ship.

They all rush to the cockpit as something moves across the viewport out of sight. Omega calls out, being the only one who saw it.

“What? What is it?” Wrecker asks, Omega standing on the copilot’s seat.

“Some kind of creature, about this big,” She holds her arms out to show how big it was. “With a long tail. It ran off with the part.”

Echo hits a couple buttons, pulling up the ship's schematic. “She’s right. The capacitor’s gone. And that was our last one.”

“The creature is most likely an Ordo Moon Dragon. A species that feeds on raw energy.” Tech says. “It was probably drawn to the capacitor’s electric charge.”

“Well, that would have been good to know beforehand, Tech.” Echo says.

“You two get those other systems online.” Hunter says. “Wrecker, stay here. I’ll go after the dragon and get our part back.”

“I’m fine. I-” Wrecker tries to argue, still groaning in pain.

“You’re staying.” Hunter commands.

“I’ll go with you.” Omega says excitedly.

“No, that thing could be dangerous.” Hunter says.

“I’m part of this squad now too, right?”

Hunter turns to look at her, casting a glance at Tech and Echo who have also turned to look at her. Echo shrugs, knowing the final decision was up to Hunter.

“All right, kid.” Hunter says. “Just stay close.”

Omega puts on her oxygen mask, running happily towards the ramp.

“What about me?” Midnight asks, noticing Hunter had skipped over her entirely.

Hunter turns to look at her, furrowing his brow like he had forgotten her existence entirely. It hurts a little. “You stay here.”

“But-”

“Keep an eye on Wrecker, and help Tech if he needs it.”

Midnight bites her tongue as Hunter exits the ship, nearly drawing blood. Of course he’d sideline her. She’s not exactly in the most stable mindset, and it could possibly be dangerous. Yet, he’s willing to take a kid with him.

Midnight fights the urge to punch the wall. Wrecker was already hurting. They didn’t need her to be hurt too.

***

Midnight peeks out of the bunk as Tech and Echo pass by. All of them had headed towards the back of the ship, Omega included. She climbs down from the bunk, following curiously.

Omega is sitting up in the gunport which has been decked out and lit up. So that’s what Wrecker had been doing back there this whole time.

“I’ve never had my own room before.” Omega says, plopping down with Lula in her arms.

“Well, you’re a part of this squad now too.” Hunter says.

Midnight smiles softly, leaning up against the wall.

“That’s really sweet of you, Wrecker.” She says as the giant clone passes her.

“Aww, it was nothing.” He says bashfully, rubbing the back of his neck. “This way she has her own room and you can have yours back.”

Midnight nods, her smile faltering just a little. “Right.” She knows she’s not ready to leave Crosshair’s bunk yet. Not while it still smells like him.

She shrieks as Wrecker lifts her off her feet suddenly, carrying her towards the bunks. “Wrecker! What are you doing?”

“Well, I just thought since Omega has Lula now, I need something to cuddle at night.” He pauses right beside his bunk.

“Oh, Wrecker.” Midnight shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his neck. “You sweet, sweet man.”

Wrecker climbs into his bunk, still holding onto her. She lays across his chest, not exactly the most comfortable with his armor, but the feeling of his arms around her, the warmth of him makes up for it. She hadn’t realized how much she missed it.

It wasn’t exactly like they’d had time for it. Between escaping Kamino and barely escaping Saleucami, and then crash landing on a deserted moon, they hadn’t really had time to do much else. And now with Omega on board, the entire dynamic had to change.

She hadn’t exactly been in the mood for a cuddle lately either.

Now, though, being held secure against Wrecker’s chest, being moved with every breath he takes makes her realize how much she’s missed it. How much she still yearned for their touch, even if it’s something simple.

She drifts off to sleep easily, sleeping soundly for the first time in a while.

***

Midnight rifles through her belongings, cataloging what she still has. It’s mostly clothes, GAR issued uniforms and the few civvies she had brought with her, the small crate of bathroom necessities, and her armor.

She rifles to the bottom of her underwear drawer, pulling out the hinged box. The top doesn’t close all the way anymore, some of the contents threatening to spill out.

It’s her most prized possession.

She’s been saving credits in it since before she joined the GAR. It’s a lot, more than she’s ever seen in her entire life. Most of it came from her GAR paycheck. She had made meager credits in her job on Coruscant, the box mostly going near empty, or entirely empty a few times. Now it’s almost overflowing.

She had started saving for her new life after the war. If she survived, she was going to buy a plot of land on some remote planet and live her life happily in a wide open space. Of course, her relationship with the boys had changed those plans a bit, but the desire to move to a remote planet hadn’t lessened. The only difference was she wouldn’t be living there alone.

She has more than enough. She knows that. She could easily buy them enough supplies to get to some remote, deserted planet.

She gets up, packing a few credits in a pouch before leaving her room. Hunter has changed into the clothes Cut had given him. Midnight forgets how good he looks in civvies. She glances at Echo who is dressed in...something.

“What are you supposed to be?” She asks, looking over Echo.

“He’s a droid!” Omega says excitedly. “It’s his disguise.”

“Right.” She nods slowly.

“We can’t draw too much attention to ourselves.” Hunter explains. “The less we stick out, the better.”

Midnight glances at the red bandana and skull tattoo. “Uh huh. Here,” She hands him the pouch of credits. “I want you to have this.”

He stares down at her hand for a few moments before pushing it back. “No. You should keep that.”

Midnight frowns. “I have a lot more than this. I want to contribute something, since you’re buying supplies for all of us.”

“We have to figure out a way to get credits anyway.” Hunter says. “Keep yours for emergencies.”

“Does this not qualify as an emergency?” She asks, following him as he moves towards the back of the ship. “We literally have no food.”

“We can figure it out.” He says, opening a crate.

“But you don’t have to!” She says, getting frustrated. “You want to do this quickly, you can skip an entire step this way! This isn’t the time for some chivalry bullshit! Have you stopped to think maybe I’m your expert in living like this? Constantly watching your back, laying low, staying hidden, that’s how I lived my entire life! You only know how to be a soldier! Guess what, you aren’t anymore! Let me help!”

“We don’t need your help!” He snaps, slamming his hands on top of the crate. Midnight flinches, not having seen him this angry before. “Your head is not in the right place right now. You’ll be a danger to all of us. I’m not putting our lives at risk. Stay here. Fix your attitude. We’ll be back.” He turns, making his way towards the ramp.

Midnight seethes, watching him go before she steps into her room, wishing she could slam the door.

***

Midnight sits in the cockpit, staring out the viewport. She can hear Tech and Wrecker thumping around outside. She could go and offer to help, but she’s not sure she could do much. She’d likely just be in the way. She’s not an engineer or even a mechanic. Hell, she’s not even capable of taking care of children. Maybe Hunter is right. Maybe she is a burden.

The comm blinks, Hunter’s voice coming through. “Wrecker, Tech, Echo. I lost Omega. Somebody attacked us.”

“Somebody who?” Wrecker asks.

“A woman. Highly trained. She’s after the kid.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Wrecker says.

Midnight jumps up, heading back to her room. Maybe this is her chance to prove to Hunter she’s not a liability. That her head really is in the right place despite everything. She quickly changes into her armor, tugging it on.

She goes to leave the ship but Tech grabs her arm, stopping her. “Where are you going?”

“To help find Omega.” She says, trying to pull out of his grip, but he’s too strong.

“No. You need to stay here.” He says, using his grip on her to pull her closer.

“I’m going to help.” She says defiantly, digging in her heels.

“Hunter’s right, you know.” He says, not loosening his grip any. “Your head is not in the right place. You’re only a risk right now, and the last thing we need is you lost in the city too.”

Midnight knows he’s right. She has no clue where they are, much less how to help. She refuses to stand down though, hating that two of them now have told her she’s too unstable to do anything.

Tech’s face hardens a bit. “Don’t make me tie you up.”

***

“This is dehumanizing.” Midnight says, kicking the back of the pilot’s seat.

“What happened to you?” Wrecker asks, sinking into the seat beside her.

“She was intent on leaving the ship.” Tech says. “Restraints were necessary to prevent that from happening.”

She’s not even sure where he got the rope from, or why he had it, but he had successfully tied her to a chair in the cockpit. It hadn’t been much of a fight since he was much stronger than her, and apparently was well versed in tying people up.

“Yeah, well, it’s over now, so can you untie me?” She kicks the back of Tech’s seat once again, Omega giggling.

Wrecker turns her seat, undoing the rope in a couple easy tugs. It hadn’t been tight, but Midnight stretches her arms anyway.

“That woman. She has to be a bounty hunter.” Hunter says, joining them.

“A what?” Omega asks.

“Someone hired to retrieve targets.” Echo says.

“And you appear to be the target.” Tech says, spinning around so they’re all facing each other.

“Me?” Omega asks, sounding frightened at Tech’s words.

“Hey, don’t scare the kid.” Wrecker says.

“We have to find out who she is and who hired her.” Hunter says.

Midnight sighs. There goes their shot at laying low on some planet. Bounty hunters always find ways of locating targets. Even the best hidden ones. “It can never be easy, can it?”

“No.” Wrecker grumbles. “I’m starting to get hungry.”

“You’re always hungry.” Tech says.

“But this is worse. We don’t even have any food!”

****

Midnight isn’t exactly thrilled to be sitting in a closet. She’s seated on a crate, leaning back against the far wall. She’s been here for probably two minutes, but it feels like a lifetime. She had so much more she could be doing, like sleeping or flipping through the computer, or crying.

She looks up as the door opens, Hunter standing in the doorway. From where she’s sitting he looks like an imposing figure, his broad shoulders taking up the entire doorway. His brow furrows as he looks down at her, turning to look back over his shoulder.

“I thought you said-”

He’s cut off as something hits him from behind, forcing him into the closet. Midnight barely has time to move as he hits the wall behind her, catching himself. Before he can recover, the door slides shut, closing them both inside.

Hunter hits the button to open it, but the door stays shut. “Tech!” He yells, banging on the door. “Open this door.”

“Sorry, Hunter.” Tech’s voice sounds from the other side. “It seems to be jammed.”

“Tech,” Hunter says, a warning in his voice.

“It’s for your own good.” Echo’s voice sounds. “You both need to talk.”

“Tech you liar!” Midnight yells, slipping under Hunter’s arm so she’s closer to the door.

“My apologies,” Tech says, not sounding sorry at all. “It’s the best way to ensure the two of you talk through your problems.”

“I’m gonna kill you.” Midnight threatens.

“Worry about that later.” Tech says, before leaving them alone.

Midnight moves back to the crate she was sitting on, plopping back down.

“I take it you didn’t know about this?” Hunter says, leaning against the wall next to the door. The closet is small enough she could touch his feet with hers if she stretched them out.

Midnight shakes her head. “Tech said he needed my help in here. I thought maybe this would have a more satisfying ending.” She leans back against the wall, crossing her arms.

“He told me he needed me to take a look at something. I should have known something was up.” Hunter shakes his head, crossing his arms.

Midnight chews her lip, tucking her legs closer. “They are right. We can’t keep fighting each other.”

“It’s too dangerous for all of us.” Hunter moves to sit on the crate next to her. “I know this hasn’t been easy on you, and I haven’t been easy on you either. Cut was right. Omega’s not a soldier, and neither are you.”

Midnight looks up at him, turning slightly to face him. “I never really was.”

He smiles just a little. “You’re good at playing one. Sometimes I forget.”

“I can’t blame you.” She leans her head against the wall. “I am the first nat-born you’ve had extended contact with. I’ve been your first for a lot of things.”

“It’s...an adjustment.” Hunter says. “This wasn’t how I thought things would go.”

“You’re not alone in that.” Midnight says. She looks away from him, curling up in the corner. “I feel like I failed.”

Hunter shifts so he’s more comfortable on the crate. “I know following orders isn’t really our thing, but I think this is one time we should.” He leans up against the wall. “Talk to me.”

So she does.

She tells him everything. How she knew something was wrong with Crosshair, but she hadn’t done enough to try and fix it. She tells him about her conversation with Tarkin, how he’d blackmailed her using them. She tells him about Crosshair’s betrayal. She tells him how she’d signed the contract, not knowing what else to do. She tells him her plan to break them out, about how she feels like a failure.

She tells him about her panic, about how she can’t stop the overwhelming feelings every time she has to fight. She tells him how she feels like she’s falling apart.

She’s crying by the end of it. She’s so tired of crying, but she can’t stop. Hunter’s arms wrapping around her only make it worse, the floods of tears quickly soaking a wet spot on his shirt. Hunter rests his chin on top of her head, letting her cry.

“I don’t want you to treat me differently.” She says, voice slightly muffled by his chest. “I’m still me. I’m still Midnight.”

“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. It’s been hard, with everything going on. With Omega too...things can’t be exactly like they used to be.”

“I know.” She sniffles. “But they don’t have to change that much. We can adjust. It’s what we do, right?”

He kisses the top of her head softly. “I guess so. We’ve...got a lot to learn. You are right, though. We don’t know how to be civilians, or how to operate in that world in the way we need to.”

“That’s why you have me.” She says. “Luckily, I’m pretty good at that.”

“I think Omega could benefit from some lessons too.”

Midnight snorts. “Girl needs some life lessons.”

Hunter pulls away slightly to look down at her. “You are the expert.”

Midnight shakes her head. “No, no. I am not good with children.”

“I think you’re doing just fine.” He smiles at her.

“I’ve spent like five minutes with her. That’s not nearly enough time to figure that out.”

“Maybe you should make an effort.” He says, shifting her slightly in his arms. “She is part of this squad now.”

Midnight crinkles her nose. “I don’t even know how to approach her.”

Hunter laughs. “She’s not a Loth-wolf, she’s a kid. You just walk up and start talking.”

Midnight stares at him. “Since when are you an expert on children?”

Hunter shrugs. “Just speaking from experience.”

Midnight shifts so she’s sitting between his legs, her back to his chest. He wraps his arms around her, her fingers trailing down his arms to his hands. “How long do you think, until they unlock the door?”

Hunter shrugs. “Not sure. I don’t think they’ll believe us if we tell them we’re done.”

Midnight hums, tracing his knuckles. “Probably not.”

They fall quiet for a few moments, Midnight enjoying the feel of him wrapped around her. She really had missed them, all of them. She knows part of the problem is the pent up energy between them. Normally they could just slip into a bunk and relieve it, but now with a child on board, that wasn’t exactly possible.

“How long has it been?” She asks, tilting her head as he nuzzles against her neck.

“A month?” He asks, lips brushing against her skin.

“Yeah, after Esus when you took down that Octuptarra.” She says. “I was ready to get on my knees right then and there.” She can feel his smirk against her neck.

“You enjoyed that, huh?” His teeth graze her neck, making her shiver.

“Immensely.” She gasps, hands falling to grip his thighs as he slips a hand down her stomach.

He hums in her ear, gripping one of her thighs to pull it to the side. “You know I love watching you use your knife.” He trails his fingers down her thigh, her other one falling open in anticipation. “Easily one of the most attractive things I’ve ever seen.”

Midnight smirks. “What about that time I-”

Hunter groans, his hand closing around her thigh. “That might be the most attractive thing you’ve ever done.”

Midnight laughs, leaning her head back against his shoulder. “It wouldn’t be hard to replicate.”

“Not in here.” He says, kissing the back of her neck. “Once we get a chance to settle down.”

“Is that a promise?” She asks, tilting her head to look at him.

“It’s a promise.” He says, finally letting his hand reach the junction of her thighs.

She’s already damp, quickly soaking through her underwear. She’s so ready for him, so ready to feel something other than the agony and anger that had been burning through her for the last few days.

He cups her through her pants, slowly dragging his hand with enough pressure she can feel it against her clit. She relaxes back against him, letting him take over. They both need this, need to release the pressure between them.

He takes his time, knowing Tech wouldn’t unlock the door anytime soon. He wants to make the most of this moment. It’s not likely they’ll get a chance like this again, at least for a while.

“You look really good in civvies.” She murmurs, rocking her hips against his hand.

“Not nearly as good as you.” He laughs, slipping his hand into her pants. He wants to feel her, get lost in the warmth of her.

“Maybe someday we can hang the armor up for good.” She says, clutching onto his arms as he runs his fingers along her slit. “Maybe someday we can finally relax.”

He slips a finger into her, sliding in easily as her body welcomes him. She moans quietly, quickly biting her lip. They have to be quiet now. The last thing they want is any awkward questions.

“Kriff.” She breathes, rocking her hips in time with his hand as he thrusts his finger in and out of her. “I missed this.”

“Me too.” He murmurs against her shoulder. “Missed your sweet pussy.”

Midnight gasps, clenching around his finger at his words. “Hunter?” She gasps, gripping his wrist. “I need you inside me.”

“Is that an order?” He smirks.

“I can make it one.” She says breathlessly.

Hunter releases her, letting her shimmy out of her pants. He undoes his pants, slipping his cock out. He pumps it a few times, already half hard from the scent of her arousal alone. She sits herself in his lap, his calloused hands dragging up her thighs. She takes over for him, wrapping her hand around his thick length. He groans quietly at her touch, watching her face as she pumps him.

She shifts her hips over him, sinking down onto him. She’s tight around him, gripping him like a vice. He can feel every inch of her, every essence of her being as she sinks down fully on his length. His hands grip her hips, feeling the softness of her, the warmth of her pressed against him.

He wraps his arms around her, stilling her for a moment. They’re still clothed, but he can feel her. The scent of her arousal is thick in the enclosed space. He can hear the quick thump of her heart in her chest. He loves the sound, finding himself seeking it out when he feels stressed or worried.

The worst thing he can imagine is that sound disappearing.

“Hunter.” She breathes, pressing her forehead to his.

“I’ve got you, mesh’la.” He says, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She begins to move, rocking her hips against his. It’s fast and a bit sloppy, both of them wanting to make the most of the time they have.

Hunter presses his lips to hers to keep her quiet, his hands sliding down to cup her ass. He helps her move, feeling how close she is by the way she’s squeezing around him. She whimpers against his lips as her clit brushes against his pelvis, fingers tangling in his hair.

She cums quickly, and so does he, spilling into her. He holds her close, letting her collapse against him. He feels guilty for how he had been treating her. They all were struggling with Crosshair’s betrayal, but she had felt it the most. He could practically feel her anguish and he had gone and said all the wrong things, done all the wrong things. He could have lost her, so many times. He could lose any of them, Crosshair was proof of that.

The thought of losing Midnight hurts the most.

“Love you.” She whispers, clinging to him.

“I love you too.” He says, without hesitation.

There’s movement outside the door. A small shuffle, the familiar hum of electricity then a click. Hunter watches as the button to open the door lights back up.

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