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illdowhatiwantthanks · 10 days

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The Avocado & The Turnip (The Surprise, Part 8)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: established relationship, pregnancy times, fluffy fluff, kind of hurt/comfort (?), mentions of some pretty horrific crimes (duh), gunshot wound, some explicit language Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: A series of hard cases puts a strain on your relationship with Emily. Anxieties run high on both sides, and the reality of Emily's job–and the risks the come with it–feel even more real than usual now that there's going to be a child in the picture.

Week 16: The Avocado

“I just don’t know what to say to him,” Emily exclaimed, resting her chin on your stomach, a worried look on her face.

Your plans for an adorable evening of talking to the baby had backfired. For unknown reasons, Emily had come home in a bad mood, anxious and on edge. Somehow, the news that the baby could likely hear you now had only made her more anxious.

“You can say anything, Em. She’s the size of an avocado. She’s not gonna remember what we say; she’s gonna remember our voices.”

You ran your fingers through Emily’s hair, trying your best to alleviate some of her stress. You’d meant for this to be good news, to be a fun, cute little moment she could have with you and the baby after a brutal day at work.

“Tell her about your day,” you suggested.

Emily glared at you, and you felt yourself shrink. “I can’t tell him about my day!” she yelled, her voice angry. “What am I supposed to say? Hey, little man! I have to leave you tomorrow to go find a guy who’s murdering teenage boys by ripping their throats out with his teeth and then eating them. But don’t worry, I’ve only had to deal with, oh, ten or so cannibals over the years. The chances of you being cannibalized are slim. Never zero though!”

In your head, you knew that Emily’s outburst had nothing to do with you, nothing to do with the baby, and everything to do with the horrendous things she saw at work. She tried very hard not to bring work home with her, not to carry the weight of the horrors she saw every day into your house. But sometimes they stuck to her. Sometimes they dragged her down, and she couldn’t quite shake them. But it wasn’t often that she was mean. She hardly ever raised her voice at you. She knew it scared you.

You sat up and placed a hand protectively over your stomach, trying to keep your face set, impassive, but flinching a little as Emily moved toward you.

She was instantly full of regret. Her face fell as she noticed that your posture had changed from open to defensive, noticed the way your eyes had glazed over–a remnant of trauma.

“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” she breathed, cupping your cheek. “I’m so sorry.”

You softened when you saw that she was close to crying–a rarity for Emily–and pulled her head to your chest, pressing kisses to the top of her head.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she mumbled against you. “It was just a hard day.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What?” she asked, lifting her head a bit.

“Tell me,” you insisted. “I can handle it. You’re my wife. You had a bad day. I want to hear about it.”

Emily shook her head, her voice so quiet you almost couldn’t hear. “No, you don’t.”

“Hey,” you said, tilting her chin so she was looking in your eyes. “I can decide what’s too much for me, okay?” You rubbed your thumb back and forth along her cheek. “If I say I can handle it, I need you to believe me.”

Emily sighed, exhaling shakily. “You remember after we started dating?” she explained, her voice low. “And I had a really hard time at work because every victim who was a woman made me think of you?”

“I remember,” you answered. And you did. If there had ever been a time in your relationship when you would’ve broken up with Emily, that would have been it. She’d been angry, on edge, paranoid, and even more obsessive about work than usual. It had eventually gotten so bad that you’d given her an ultimatum–start going to therapy or this isn’t going to work. Nearly six years later, Emily still had a biweekly standing appointment with her therapist–unless, of course, she was in the field.

She played with your fingers, quiet for a moment. “It feels like that all over again, but with kids. Child victims are hard anyway, but… every tiny body I see, I just think of him and–” Her voice broke, and you held her a little tighter. “It scares the shit out of me.”

“Of course it does,” you assured her. “That just means you love her, baby. It means you’re gonna be a great mom. It makes sense that those cases hit closer to home right now.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want to take it out on you. Or him.”

You exhaled slowly, kissing the top of her head again. “When was your last appointment with Angie?”

Emily sat up, stretching, and shrugged, looking guilty. “Last month, maybe? I just–I’ve been out on cases and…”

“I know, baby,” you said, taking her hands in yours before she could start biting her nails. “It’s okay. But, maybe you should call her and see if she can get you in. Even tonight, you know? Before you leave tomorrow. She does telehealth, doesn’t she?”

Emily nodded. “Yeah. Okay.”

She still looked guilty and nervous. It broke your heart.

“Come here,” you said, tugging her onto your lap. She wrapped her arms and legs around you and hugged you like you were the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. And for your part–you held on like you’d never, ever let her go–and you never, ever would.

Week 17: The Turnip

“She what!?” you yelled into the phone, launching yourself off the couch and scrounging around in the junk drawer for your keys.

“Calm down, mama,” Derek soothed through the phone. “It’s just a surface wound. The bullet grazed her shoulder, that’s all.”

“That’s all!? My wife gets shot, and you’re telling me that’s all!?”

You heard a scuffle on the other end of the phone, a distant, sharp Give me the phone! and then there was Emily’s voice, flooding you with relief.

“Honey, I’m fine, I promise,” she said, and she certainly didn’t sound like she was dying.

“You got shot!”

“Just a little bit…” Her voice was sheepish.

You threw up your hands in frustration. “Emily Elizabeth Prentiss! You have a child coming. You can’t be getting shot!”

“I know, I know.”

You sighed, rubbing your forehead. “What hospital are you at?”

“No, baby, you don’t need to come,” she protested.

“Don’t need to come, my ass,” you grumbled. “Where are you?”

Another scuffle and Derek had the phone back. “Y/N. Hey. We’re just in Baltimore, alright? She’ll probably be discharged here in a few minutes, and I’ll bring her home.”

You were still a little suspicious. “Straight home?”

“You have my word.”

It was the longest hour and a half of your life, sitting on the couch, watching the Find My dot of Emily inch its way home. You frowned when you saw her stop at El Rinconcito. That little shit. She was trying to buy you off with pupusas. Well, it wasn’t going to work. Your stomach rumbled. Well, it might work a little bit.

A half hour later, you heard the door unlock. Derek held it open for a very guilty looking Emily, who walked through the threshold with her arm bandaged and wrapped in a sling.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, your hands fluttering all over her, gingerly touching the bandage and turning her face this way and that to check for more damage.

“I’m fine, honey,” she said, pressing her good hand to your face and kissing you.

“Mmhm,” you mumbled, unconvinced. “Tell that to your unborn child.”

Emily crouched down and pressed a kiss to your stomach. “Mommy’s just fine, little guy, don’t you worry.”

It was so cute, you couldn’t even be that mad.

“Alright, lovebirds,” Derek said, gesturing to the couch. “Get comfortable and let Uncle Derek take care of you.”

You grimaced, thinking of straight people things. “Eew.”

He rolled his eyes at you. “Not like that. Sit down and eat your pupusas, woman.”

You and Emily giggled, plopping yourselves on the couch, one on either side.

Derek threw blankets at you, and you got yourselves situated, your legs tangled in the middle. Derek plated the takeout and brought it to you.

“I could get used to this,” Emily said, taking a bite and running her foot up and down your leg.

“You better fucking not,” you mumbled through a bite of pupusa. “I don’t want you getting shot every time you want a lazy day.”

Derek brought you both glasses of water and set a bottle of pain meds on the side table next to Emily.

“Anything else I can do for you, ladies?” he asked. “Foot rub? Serenade? Grocery run?”

You smiled at him. He was so good to you. Both of you. “You’re gonna make some straight woman very happy.”

He bent down to ruffle your hair and to squeeze Emily’s good hand. “I’ll settle for my favorite lesbians for now. You need anything else before I go?”

Emily shook her head. “No, I think we’ll be okay. Thanks, Morgan.”

“Anytime, Prentiss,” he replied, giving her a small salute as he walked out the door. "Call me if you need anything."

The moment he left, you shot a glare at Emily.

“What?” she said, trying and failing to shrug, thanks to her injured shoulder.

You couldn’t help the worried expression that took over your face.

“Please tell me you’re careful,” you pleaded, brushing a few unexpected tears from under your eyes.

“Y/N.” She sat up, alarmed, and reached for your hand. “I’m careful. I swear.”

“I just… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“And you’ll never have to find out,” she reassured, rubbing her thumb across the back of your hand.

“We need you, Em,” you whispered, placing your other hand over your baby bump.

She winced a little as she moved forward, pulling your face toward her so she could stroke your cheek. “I’m never reckless, honey. I do everything I can to stay safe. I promise. I will always come home to you.”

You were quiet as she pressed her forehead to yours, breathing in the smell of her, the warmth. You both knew it was a promise she couldn't make, not with her job. But you needed Emily to understand that it wasn't just her she was staying safe for anymore. It was you and the little one, who deserved to grow up with both of her moms.

“Sometimes it scares me how much I love you,” you said, so quiet she almost didn’t hear.

Emily kissed your forehead, then pressed her lips to yours, soft and gentle. “Me too.”

She pecked you on the lips again, then brushed her thumb over your bottom lip. “But you don’t need to be scared today, okay?”

She smiled a little, and you nodded, taking a deep breath.

“Now, eat your pupusas,” she grinned, pinching your cheek.

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lexasxempire · 2 months

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LOVER || Frank Castle x Fem!Reader

Plot: Frank decided to not tell Sam (reader) he was okay after his night out hunting people down.

WARNINGS: mostly smut, smut with some plot, slight dirty talk, slight choking, unprotected sex (wrap it up guys) etc

18+ only!! MDNI🚫

It had been a long day for both Sam and Frank, she spent the day tracking down a gang of men for him to kill. He spent the day killing said men. Sam didn’t really care for the men he killed, they were bad guys. Murders, rapists, thieves, predators. She never felt anything towards how brutal Frank was to them.

As of right now though, Sam was pissed to say the least. After she had told Frank where the men were hiding, he never returned any of her texts asking if he was okay. She didn’t know if he was dead or being tortured, if he was hurt and couldn’t call for help, she didn’t know anything. It was agonizing.

All she could do was wait. And hate every second of it, I mean it’s not like she could call the cops right?

Oh um officer! The punisher is missing! Please help me find him!

Pfft! As if anyone could find the “dead” man. He was gonna be a dead man the next time she seen him. She planned to let him have all her nasty words for making her worry so damn much.

Hours had passed, the sun set and the morning rose again since she last heard from him. Still nothing. Not a single peep.

Sam didn’t get a wink of sleep it felt like. She should be used to him doing this but she just never was. She cursed him for keeping her up so late when she had work the next day. Speaking of which, is hell at the moment, it’s like everyone in the damn city is getting hurt at the same time and coming to the same place, the hospital.

It was now passed 12, she was heading home now and still nothing from the man. She was too tired to put out a flyer. Too tired to even care about the strangers she walked passed in the night.

Once she got to her apartment door, walking inside after unlocking it, she dropped her bag to the floor and hung her keys before making her way towards her bedroom. That’s when she seen him, Frank, laying on her couch all bruised and bloody. She wanted so badly to be mad at him, to scream till he woke just to scream at him more. To hit him for scaring her so bad. But she didn’t. Instead she grabbed her first aid kit and got to work cleaning his open wounds. Most of the blood on him wasn’t his own but it didn’t bother Sam. What surprised her was he didn’t wake up the entire time, if anything, he fell deeper into his sleep.

When she finished, she cleaned up her mess before heading to bed herself. Although she backtracked to lay a blanket over Frank. She even placed a glass of water and ibuprofen out on the coffee table for him. Then she finally went to sleep, she was just happy to finally close her eyes and not worry anymore.

Morning came quicker then she liked, Sam wanted to stay in bed longer but she heard Frank’s footsteps outside her door. See they had a rule, a boundary like rule. She’d leave her door open for him most of the time but if it were closed, he couldn’t come it. It was an unspoken rule but sometimes he’d break it just to check on her. Although the times she locked her door, like today, made him anxious. He couldn’t check on her. How ironic.

Sam didn’t leave her room yet though, she showered before and she took her time as well. She wanted him to suffer. So after she stepped out of the shower and dried off, she pulled on a large t-shirt, one of his, and a pair of black lace panties. She kept her wet hair down, wetting the top of the shirt. Once satisfied, she finally walked to her door, unlocking it and walking out. She forced herself to not let her eyes look for him, not to meet his eyes. Even when he stood from the couch with a small grunt. She knew he was watching her. He knew that she was angry at him.

None of them said a word as she poured herself a cup of hot coffee that Frank a made. Truthfully, she wanted to ignore the coffee all together because he made it, she was petty. But it was coffee, she needed her coffee.

“Sam.” He spoke first, his voice sending shivers up her back. She missed him so much.

But she ignored him still. She carried on with making herself breakfast, not caring how much noise she was making with the pans she was about to use. As she started making her breakfast, she heard Frank come closer to the kitchen, which wasn’t far from the couch. Subconsciously, Sam held her breath, waiting for him to get closer. She wanted him too. She hated how much control he had over her.

“Sam please.” His voice was just above a whisper, he wanted to hear her voice, for her to yell at him, curse at him, hit him, anything. He needed that from her. He missed her.

“I’m busy.” Was all she gave him, not a glance his way or even an attitude in her tone. His heart clenched, he knew he messed up this time.

He brought his hand up to her elbow gently, feeling her twitch under his touch. She was having a mental war with herself, she wanted to lean into his touch but she also wanted to rip herself from it.

He waited for her to pull away, to react, to do something. She didn’t. So he spoke again.

“I’m sorry I didn’t call. I’m an asshole for not calling, for not letting you know I was okay. Sam I’m sorry.” He didn’t stop the emotion in his voice, he was completely and utterly open with her, vulnerable to only her. “I’m so fucking sorry baby.”

She almost broke then and there. Oh how she wanted too. To wrap her arms around him, take in his cologne, feel the rough callouses on his hands. But she didn’t, she felt her pettiness wasn’t enough just yet.

“At least you know you’re an asshole.” Sam pulled her arm away and stepped away from him, moving back to her cooking. But Frank? He wore a grin, he knew she wasn’t mad at him anymore, she was just being a little cruel to him now. He deserved it but he could also handle it. As long as she was speaking to him, it was good enough for him.

“I can make it up to you.” He hummed, gently moving her away from the stove to take over. The gesture annoyed her which amused him. “Sit, relax I know you had a long shift.”

“Oh do you now?” There was that attitude. He missed that. He only smirked to himself as he continued to cook her breakfast.

“I know your schedule, Sammie.” The woman rolled her eyes, mumbling under her breath. “What was that?”

“You’re a creep.” Sam grumbled into her cup as she sipped her coffee, loving the burning down her throat. “An asshole creep.”

“Is that my new nickname?”

“Yes.”

He chuckled as he plated her food, sliding it in front of her, pressing a kiss to her temple, keeping his lips there for a few seconds.

“Thank you for stitching me up, taking care of me.” He whispers, his hand squeezing her knee gently. She subconsciously leans into his kiss, letting out a soft breath.

“Who else would do it? Not like they’ll welcome you to the ER.”

“I’m quite comfortable to be here.”

“I bet you are you freeloader.”

Frank snorts, squeezing her thigh with a bit pressure to tease her.

“Easy, you’re the one who leaves your door and window open for me.” His whisper against her hair sent her skin tingling at each word. She quickly started to eat just to distract herself.

“I just forget to lock them.” She hums, shifting in her seat.

“That so?” Frank smirks, gently brushing her hair over her shoulder as his hand moves higher on her thigh. He only received a small hum from her. He didn’t like that. “You have to use your words, sweetheart.” Squeezing his hand tight on her upper thigh.

“And if I don’t?” Sam practically squeaked out, her face was heating up quickly, as was between her legs.

“I’ll have to make you.” He smirks, pressing a kiss to her jawline gently. “And we both know I can.” He whispers to her as he moves his hand up further, letting his hand push up the shirt she was wearing, his shirt. His hand was stopped by hers laying over his.

“Frank.” She whispers, almost a gasp coming from her as she finally looks at him, their eyes meeting for the first time since she left her room.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He whispered back, his nose brushing against hers as he struggled with the urge to kiss her.

Sam lets out a breath, biting her bottom lip as she shakes her head slowly, spreading her legs open further for him. Her hand squeezed his, giving him the green light to continue. But he wanted more.

“I told you to use your words, sweetheart.” Brushing his fingers against her covered heat, he felt her jolt under him.

“I- Frank, I don’t want you to sto-stop.” She panted out slightly, trying to roll her hips against his fingers for more. She needed more. She needed him.

“There you go.” He smirks, pushing his fingers against her more, rubbing her through her panties slowly. “Let me take care of you now baby, it’s my turn to take care of you.” He whispers as he pushes her panties aside, letting his fingers feel her wetness.

Sam couldn’t control the soft moan that fell from her lips as she felt his fingers. Her own gripped onto his shoulder, her other still holding his hand. “Frank.” She panted out.

“Shh shh shh, I got you baby, relax for me.” His words were soothing to her as she felt his fingers slip into her slowly, clenching around them greedily. “Fuck sweetheart.”

Grunting out a moan, she moved her hips against his hand. He pulled another gasp out of her as his callused palm rubbed against her clit.

“Ahh Frank!” Her nails dug into his shoulder as his fingers went deeper, quickening his pace of sliding in and out of her. He loved hearing her cry out for him.

“Atta girl, I got you.” He presses a kiss to her throat as he quickens his hand, curling his fingers in her slightly. She let out another cry of pleasure. “Oh you like that huh? You miss me baby? Mm?”

Sam nodded quickly, panting as she parts her lips when another moan comes from her.

“Yes! Ye-yes yes I missed you.” She was so close to coming as she locked eyes with him, her hand coming up to grip the hair at the nip of his neck. She didn’t care how hard she pulled, she wanted him to know what she felt.

“I’m here baby, I’m here.” He nods, keeping his pace as he kisses up her face. “Come for me, sweetheart.”

She cried out with a loud moan, pushing her forehead against his as she came. Panting quickly as she rides her high. “Fuck Frank.”

“That what you want?” Frank smirked before he quickly picks her up without letting her say a word. “I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

Sam lets out a squeal as he picks her up, seeing he was taking her to her bedroom, her cheeks still flushed.

“Franky.” She whispers against his ear, nipping at the lobe, knowing it would drive him crazy. “I want you to fuck me.” She smirked against his ear as he practically sprinted to her room.

Sam laughed out as he tossed her onto the bed, his hands immediately working on his belt as he eyed her down. With a small hum, Sam slowly slides off her panties from her hips and down her thighs, wiggling her hips as she does. She smiled at the hungry look in his eyes as she slowly opened her legs for him, inviting him in. That only drove him to work faster, ripping off his shirt and dropping his pants to his ankles as well as his boxers.

“God you are beautiful.” He grunts as he moves to her, grabbing and pulling her leg closer to him, kissing her roughly. He was so desperate for her lips, her taste.

Moaning against his lips, she rocked her hips against his. Gripping his short hair, she flips them, sinking onto his cock slowly as she straddles his hips. She loved his grunts of pleasure. They mixed so well with her own.

“Shit. You’re perfect baby.” He pants, his large hands covering her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples as she bounces on his dick. “Look so beautiful riding me.”

“Ahh!” Her moans were almost screams, moving her hips to ride him faster, his hands gripping onto his shoulders tightly. “Fr-Franky!”

Grunting out, moaning against her neck as he messily kisses her skin. He felt the growing heat building in the pit of his stomach as he left his marks on her skin.

“Fuck you’re gonna make me come, sweetheart.” He pants out, his hand coming up her back to grip the back of her wet hair. “Agh you take me so well-“

Sam’s moans cut him short, sinking her hips as far as they can go onto his cock. She could feel her second orgasm coming on quickly. “Mmm make me come Franky, fuck.” She slowed her hips, leaning down to kiss him, cupping his cheeks.

Returning her kiss greedily, he lets go of her hair, moving it to her throat and squeezing, driving his hips up into her quickly. His grunts filling her mouth.

“Ahh! I’m- I’m coming Frank!” Her walls clenched tightly against his cock, pulling ruthlessly as she comes. His moans follow closely after, the clench and warmth of her sending him over the edge, coming inside her.

They both pant against each other’s lips, a small laugh coming from Frank as Sam breaks a smile, kissing him softly.

She gently hits his chest. “You ever do some stupid shit like that again, you’re sleeping outside.” She whispers playfully. Frank chuckles.

“As long as I get to hear your voice, I’ll do whatever you say, sweetheart.” His whisper was soft as he kisses up her face gently, earning her soft giggles.

The end.

I hope you enjoyed this😋and no I’m not gonna edit it or reread it for typos, I’m to tired too, goodnight peeps!

Also this was my first smutty fic! And first one shot! Pls be nice😪

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honeyjars-sims · 4 months

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2.7 Opening Up

Lexie: It’s too bad we got assigned to set design for the first production, but at least we’ll be able to hang out together.

Johnny: Yeah, it looks like most of the acting roles went to the juniors and seniors. Maybe next year we’ll have better luck.

Lexie: Well, the semester’s just getting started. Who knows what will happen. We could impress them with our sick acting skills and get the leads next time.

Johnny: [laughing] I support your delusional optimism! Oh, I almost forgot…my mom wanted me to tell you hi and that she enjoyed meeting you.

Lexie: Hmm, that’s nice of her. I guess let her know I said hi as well.

Johnny: [teasingly] You’re not going to say it was nice to meet her too?

Lexie: No comment.

Johnny: I don’t blame you! Honestly, it went better than I was expecting.

Lexie: Really? That's kind of sad.

Johnny: Yeah, unfortunately, that was just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to my mom.

Lexie: Well, it really bothered me how she was speaking about you. I kept trying to change the subject, but she’d always end up making some snarky little comment.

Johnny: I’m used to it, I guess. The thing is, if I’d called her out she’d say I was overreacting. In the past, I would’ve believed her, but now…not so much.

Lexie: Good, because she’s wrong about you. I can’t imagine how it affected you to hear that as a child, or even now.

Johnny: [sighs] I wish I could say that was the worst thing I had to deal with as a kid, but it wasn’t by a long shot. If you don’t mind, I think I’m ready to talk to you about it.

Lexie: Of course. You can tell me anything. Let's go somewhere more private.

TW: The dialogue below includes discussion of child abuse and drug abuse (not graphic but please use your own discretion if this topic is triggering to you).

Johnny: It wasn’t just my mom who treated me badly. It was also her husband, Jimmy. I refuse to call him my stepdad because he wasn’t any kind of parent to me. He was way worse, though. With my mom it’s this kind of passive aggressive backhanded shit, but Jimmy? He was full-on aggressive. Not just with his words, either.

Lexie: Oh my God, he hurt you? Johnny, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know it was that bad.

Johnny: Yeah, it was pretty awful. I started having nightmares and I was anxious all the time. I tried to talk to my mom about it, but I was too scared to tell her what was really going on so she thought I was just being dramatic.

Lexie: Geez, I can’t imagine my parents just brushing me off like that. You must have been terrified.

Johnny: I was. It only got worse when my mom started doing drugs. By that time I was old enough to start fighting back and all the blame fell on me. Jimmy almost convinced mom to send me to military school but then my dads got custody of me and Chantal.

Lexie: Thank God for your dads!

Johnny: For real, I’m so grateful for them. It’s weird, though…whenever a kid gets away from their abusive family, everyone expects them to be happy about it. No one ever talks about all the mixed emotions. I knew I was better off with my dads, but I still thought about the good times I had with my mom. It was hard to leave her.

Lexie: I think I understand more why you’re still trying to work things out with her. It sounds like the whole situation was really traumatic for you.

Johnny: Yeah, even when I wasn’t talking to her I always had this feeling of “what if?” Like maybe there is a way to fix everything and make it go away.

Lexie: Some things can’t be fixed, no matter how hard you try. I don’t know if your relationship with your mom is one of them, but I hope you’ll recognize when it’s time to let go if it comes to that.

Johnny: I think I will. I’m going to give it more time, but I’m starting to feel like…like I deserve better. I didn’t feel that way before.

Lexie: You deserve so much better, Johnny. You’re so much more than what your mom sees you as. And Jimmy. He better hope I never see him ‘cause I’ll kick him right in the balls!

Johnny: [laughing] Lexie! I’ve never heard you so angry before. I can’t see you doing something like that, you’re too sweet.

Lexie: I’d do it to him! And I’d enjoy watching him suffer. Oh, sorry, I probably shouldn’t be so violent about it. It just really got me worked up.

Johnny: It’s ok. You’re cute when you’re protective.

Lexie: Well, consider me your bodyguard, then.

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percsane · 1 year

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— did i drive you away? ☆

pairing: riri williams x blk afab reader

content: angst , swearing , upset reader and riri.

summary: riri’s been pushing you away without realizing, and you can’t help but wonder why..?

kendall’s note: okay yall, finally writing some angst (it’ll have a happy ending dw) but i’m not sick anymore so now i can actually fr write, this is inspired by sparks by coldplay btw!

(♡) or rb! :)

read.

that’s what read underneath the last message you sent riri..

last week.

you decided it’s been enough time since you last talked, you missed your best friend, the love of your life..

you walked up to her room and waited for a second, thinking of what you would even say to her.. today was the same day that her dad died years ago.

you were the one she went to when you both were just 15.. running to your arms and crying into your shoulder and she sulked over her fathers death, and as her best friend, you looked out for her.

you knew this day was always hard for her, every year that would pass it was as if it got worse.

you stood in front of riri’s dorm, and finally knocked on the door, anxious to see how she was holding up.

the woman who opened the door wasn’t your riri.. but she was.

riri had deep dark circles under her eyes, her face was puffy as if she’d been crying all day, her eyes were red, and her facial expression, she looked hurt.

you stood with her favorite snacks and chips and drinks in a little bag you made for her, she looked at you, then down at the bag.

“not in the mood today, (y/n).” she said harshly, her voice hoarse

you pushed past her and entered her room, placing down the bag as if she hadn’t said a thing.

“i promised you when we were 15 that i’d never leave your side on this day, no matter how upset, how angry, how embarrassed you could possibly be, i’m not going anyway riri williams.” you spoke, sternly.

“(y/n). i’m not in the mood today. look, maybe next year i just need space, i really need you to get the fuck out.” she says, you can see the build up of anger getting to her.

“but i-” you started.

“(Y/N) GET THE FUCK OUT.” she yelled brokenly, you decided if she needed her space, you’d give it to her. though, it broke your heart to see her like this, you didn’t wanna push it.

you left and as soon as you were on the other side of the door, you heard it slam behind you.

a few days after the.. incident you continued to give riri her space, you would notice her stare at you in lectures, and every time you looked back at her, she looked away.

you were in the library, trying to study for your next exam as you clicked away on your computer, headphones in your ears as you listened to music to calm your nerves.

you felt the presence of someone next to you, looking up from your computer, you see her.

riri gives you a weak smile.

you return it, taking your headphones off.

“hey..” she speaks quietly.

“hey riri.” you say blandly.

“can i uh… talk to you?” she asks, scared you’ll say no.

“yeah.” you shrug, backing your stuff up into your tote bag and getting up to exit the library with her.

“look, i’m sorry for yelling at you.. and being an ass. i really dont fucking deserve a friend like you, you do this every year, and you never disappoint me. i guess i got a lil scared that.. i dunno maybe one year you’ll realize you don’t need to do this shit for me anymore..” you saw tears fill her eyes as she talked, trying to wipe them away.

“riri..” you began.

“no, listen to me i’m sorry, i’m sorry i blew up on you, that i let my own insecurities get in the way of our friendship.. i really just hope i didn’t drive you away. i love you, (y/n). more than a best friend should and that shit fucking scares me.” she confesses, making you look her in her eyes, cupping her cheeks as you press a kiss to her forehead.

“riri, i love you too ight? that’s never changed, i’ve always seen you more than a best friend, and i don’t want that to change. but you could never, ever drive me away. i’m not going anywhere okay? neither is my love for you.” you smile, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips.

riri pulls you closer and hugs you tightly, making you chuckle a little before rubbing her back.

“my heart is yours, riri williams.” you whisper into her neck.

#riri williams #riri x reader #riri williams fanfic #riri william x black!reader #riri williams x reader #dominique thorne #black panther #x black fem reader #angst #black panther fluff #riri williams imagine #black panther 2 #black panther wakanda forever #wakanda forever

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A Safe Place- Kristanna Oneshot

Universe: Canon- post F2

Rating: T (Teen and up)

Length: 2417 Words

Summary: Kristoff is summoned from working in the mountains when Anna goes missing after abruptly leaving a meeting with her council. Hurt/Comfort with anxious/protective Kristoff.

A/N: Kristanna Advent Day 7!

Kristoff knew that he was probably scaring the maids half to death as he sprinted through the halls of the castle like some kind of half-mad creature from the wood. He had just ridden out of the mountains, having not shaved for days and plastered in dirt and sweat, and he was certainly feeling at least a quarter mad and more like a creature than a man, so he supposed that it wasn’t so much that he was “like a half-mad creature” and more that he absolutely was such a thing.

As he rushed along he thought that being a beast might not be such a bad thing. If he were a beast he could howl and his mate might answer him. Anna hadn’t answered anyone’s calls.

“She left in the middle of a meeting” the guard Kai had sent to fetch him had said, “We don’t know where she went after that. We think she didn’t leave the castle. No one saw her leave, but no one has seen her at all.”

It had been half a day. His Princess, his Queen, his Anna, hadn’t been seen in twelve hours, and they hadn’t sent for him until the dead middle of the night because they’d thought that she’d show up. They’d had no idea where she’d gone and she wasn’t with her sister, and she wasn’t with him, and he knew that of all the people in the world, all the people he’d ever met, Anna was the last person he would ever expect to simply disappear without a word.

They’d promised each other when they’d come back from the Enchanted Forest that they wouldn’t go anywhere without telling the other, especially of it were going to be very far, or if they planned on being gone for very long… like, say, twelve hours.

He’d told her that he was going to see the trolls, to help them build up the stone arches that would be part of their wedding ceremony. It was fast approaching, and she’d been excited for him to go and prepare with his family, loving the idea of having a ceremony with the trolls after the one they were holding at the palace for the public.

Anna hadn’t told him that she planned on going anywhere. She hadn’t sent him a letter on the wind saying she was going to visit with Elsa. She hadn’t told any of the palace staff where she was going.

Just storming out of a meeting and disappearing wasn’t like her.

“Anna?” he called once he reached the royal wing, feet pounding on the wooden floorboards. He was fairly certain that they would have already had the good sense to look for her in her room, but he didn’t know if she’d just been moving around a lot and by chance wasn’t being seen. He’d promised himself when he’d ridden down from the mountain that he wouldn’t rest until he searched every corner of the palace for her, starting with the most likely places first and then branching out. He’d demanded that the royal guards fan out throughout the city to look for her despite their conviction that she hadn’t left the palace. It had probably been a demand above his station, but he’d commanded it with enough murder in his eyes that they’d listened, even the captain seeming to be a bit worried about what the man would do if he were questioned in his orders.

He hoped that no one would hold it against him, but he needed them to find Anna. More realistically he needed to find Anna, and he needed people out of the way to do that.

“Anna,” he called again as he pushed her bedroom door open.

There was no reply, and he wasn’t sure what else he would have expected really. He knew Anna better than to think that she would be hiding out in her room because she was not and had not ever been particularly fond of it. She’d spent much of her childhood there alone, and he couldn’t imagine her ever going there again when she felt lonely or hurt.

The answer knocked him upside the head and he closed the door as quickly as he’d opened it to rush down to the opposite end of the hallway.

He’d spent a not insignificant time staying in an outbuilding on the castle grounds when he and Anna had started dating. It had taken months of coaxing on her part to encourage him to take up residence in the castle, but once she had it had become a refuge for them both. There had been many a night where she’d snuck into the room just to be pulled into his arms. They’d been spending unchaperoned time together at night scandalously frequently since their engagement became official, but if any of the staff had noticed no one had said a thing.

He grabbed the doorknob as soon as he made it to the door and was unsurprised to find it locked. He always locked the room when he left the castle for more than a few hours. It wasn’t as if he didn’t trust the castle workers, but he’d always been private and found that it made him feel more comfortable if it were locked. He was willing to bet that no one on staff knew that there were two keys for that door and that Anna kept the other in her writing desk.

His fingers fumbled with the keys, adrenaline both sharpening his focus and making him jittery. He was certain that she was inside, but he wasn’t sure what state he’d find her in and that was making him more frightened than he’d been since the day he’d nearly watched her die on the dam bridge months before.

The door swung open, and he nearly collapsed on the spot when the bang of the door into the wall startled a bleary-eyed Anna who had, before his eyes, sat bolt upright in his bed wearing one of his shirts as a nightgown. She looked confused and a bit frightened, but she was safe and alive and whole and in his bed.

He threw the door back closed and rushed to the bed, not calling her name, not calling for a guard to call off the search, because he needed to touch her, know that she was real before his mouth would even begin to form words again.

Anna, for her part, recognized him quickly despite the sleep addled look on her face.

“Kristoff, what’s wrong, are you-?”

She was unable to finish her question because he was upon her, pulling her into his arms, and nestling her against his chest.

“Anna,” was his only response. He didn’t dare to say another word until he’d calmed himself. He didn’t dare frighten her by mistake by letting her know how terrified he’d been when they’d ridden to him in the mountains to tell him that she’d gone missing. He’d tell her later when he no longer felt his limbs shaking and he would remember how to string together sentences.

“Kristoff, I’m okay… are you alright?”

She pulled away from his hold for a moment, not roughly, but with enough force that she could force him to look at her. She looked more aware now, the last dregs of sleep being rudely shaken from her expression as she came to terms with his sudden and abrupt arrival in their safe place.

“Yes, I am now… Anna do you know how long you’ve been gone?”

He tried to bite back any of the angry tone that fear encouraged. He tried not to sound accusatory or frustrated.

“Oh... I… No. What time is it?”

“Anna, it’s been twelve hours, no one has seen you since you left the council meeting. There’s a search party.”

Her face fell.

“Twelve hours? How?”

“I don’t know, that’s just what they told me. What happened?”

She blanched, looking away from him.

“I got upset.”

She tensed in his arms and he could feel the panic rising in his chest again, his heart starting to race just when it had begun to calm. She was staring at some spot on the wall across from them, and while he could tell this was not something she wanted to talk about, he knew that the questions would come soon from others. Despite the fact that Arendelle was primarily a united front in their support of Anna’s new title of Queen of Arendelle, there were a few dissenters who would smell blood in the water once they heard that she’d fled a meeting.

He was terrible at matters of court, he barely had a grasp of how he was going to help her run the kingdom once they were wed, but he knew that people liked to gossip. He’d spent too many years in the mountains alone because of the way that people could be and he was already worrying over the ways in which it would hurt Anna to be the topic of rumor.

“Okay,” he said gently, running his hands down her arms to try and calm the both of them, “You got upset. I’m sorry.”

She frowned at that and looked back at him, but only just from the corner of her eye.

“It’s not your fault… Kristoff they asked me not to tell the whole story of the dam and the Northuldra to the people��they want to…”

He was already furious and she hadn’t even finished. He understood without question why she would have walked out of a meeting that suggested not telling her people the true story of something that nearly destroyed everything they all love and hold dear.

She sighed and collected herself for a moment before continuing her statement.

“They want to ‘protect the legacy of the king’ and of course they mean my grandfather.”

She’d done some very impressive angry air quotes as she’d explained the situation to him and under normal circumstances he would have laughed at how perfectly crabby she’d managed to make them. Anna was so rarely upset, let alone angry, that he rarely had the chance. This, however, was no laughing matter.

“And they weren’t pleased when you gave them no for an answer so you left?”

She nodded solemnly, anger still simmering behind her eyes.

“Yes. There was no way that I was going to cover for that man, not after all he did. I don’t care if it makes people question the monarchy more. I don’t care if it means that they don’t want my family in charge of the kingdom. I only care that everyone knows the truth about that atrocious man and his actions. I’m my mother’s daughter as well as my father’s and there’s no way that I won’t tell others what happened to my people at the hands of my family.”

Kristoff listened as she spoke, continuing to run his hands over her arms in a manner he hoped she found as soothing as he did.

“He wasn’t your family Anna. He was a relative, but he wasn’t your family.”

She shook her head, “I know… and I just keep thinking about what my father would have done if he had known. It’s overwhelming because they kept implying that my father loved his father and would have never wanted for his legacy to be marred by ‘an unfortunate misjudgment’.”

She practically spit the last few words, her face wrinkling in disgust.

“But my father never spoke about his father even once. He would walk faster past his portrait in the hallway like he was afraid of him and I remember thinking that he must have just been very strict or something when I was younger, but not I think… gosh Kristoff I bet he hurt my father sometimes… and I can’t stomach these people who act like they know me and my family telling me not to respect them and our people.”

“So you won’t listen to them. You’re in charge Anna, not them.”

“You’re right, and I knew that, but I just got so upset and I needed to be alone… so I waked out and came here. I remember crying for a bit and then… do you think I’ve been sleeping for twelve hours?”

Kristoff held her a little tighter and lifted one hand from her arm to her cheek. They were damp and he realized that she’d been crying and he hadn’t noticed.

“No, probably more like ten, and that’s okay Anna.”

He wiped away her tears with his thumb and leaned his head to the side to kiss her cheek from his place at her back.

“I’m glad you felt safe here.”

“Your bed smells like you,” she said in a tone that was erring on matter of fact but still held some of the anxiety she’d been showing.

“My shirt probably does too, huh?”

She smiled and he saw the corners of her lips quirk ever so slightly upward, while it was weak, it was more than he thought he’d get out of her.

“Should we call off the search party?”

He pulled her a little closer and leaned down, pulling her to the bed with him. She came willingly, snuggling her back into him and resting her lips against his forearm.

“After you relax a little more,” he replied softly, “And after I get to rest a moment. It was a long hard ride back.”

“Sorry.” Her lips ghosted against his skin when she spoke.

He shushed her again, gently.

“You have nothing to be sorry about.”

There were several elderly “gentlemen” who did, in fact, have something to be sorry about, and if Anna didn’t want to tell them herself, he’d be more than happy to do it for her. That would be a conversation to have later. For now, he just needed her to relax while he came down from his adrenaline high.

“I’d gladly ride a thousand miles if it meant being here for you… Sven would say the same.”

She pushed herself back into him a little more and as he tightened one arm around her a little more, he used the other to pull the loose top blanket around them both to the best of his ability given they were laying on most of it.

He thought, as he closed his eyes, that eventually someone would stumble across them and call off the search. That, and everything else, could wait for a while.

#kristanna #kristanna advent 2022 #post frozen 2 #hurt/comfort #tw past abuse #tw generational trauma #All my homies hate King Runeard

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Regards, Loki - Chapter 26

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By late Wednesday, Mel had been in contact with Ms. Porter who said it should be fine, but she needed to clear it with the boss and would let her know once she got his ok. It wasn’t 30 minutes later when she followed up saying that Mr. Conrad gave the okay. They would just need to be escorted by Ms. Porter as well as security. They’d need to agree on when and listed a few options for weeknights and the upcoming weekend. If an alternate date/time was needed, they could see if they could comply.

Louisa,

I spoke with Ms. Porter. She checked with the owner and advised we could set up the after hours visit. She and security will need to be in attendance for liability purposes but will keep a respectable distance.

Here is a list of dates and times they provided (that also work with my schedule) but will work with us if needed.

Please let me know when you have a chance.

Regards,

Mel

Louisa read over the email, feeling relieved that they’d actually get to do this. With it being her only option, at least she’d get a head start on how it’d feel to be back in the environment. Her therapist could then help her with ways and ideas of how to cope with issues she may have once actually returning to work.

The next evening, she and her therapist met outside her office building. Louisa already felt the anxiety start just looking at the building. Mel could see it. “We don’t have to go inside if you’re not ready.”

She shook her head. This was something she had to do. She needed her job. “No, it’s ok,” she lied. They went inside and were greeted by Ms. Porter at the door. “Mr. Conrad wanted to join us, but I told him it would be better if it were just us ladies. He’s just a phone call away if you decide you’d like him to be here.” Louisa shook her head. This was already hard enough. Ms. Porter and the security guard escorted them inside. The further they got into the building, the more anxiety Lou felt.

Mel wanted to visit her desk as well as the restroom where she was taken. If things went okay, she wanted to visit that conference room. Louisa put on a brave face as they approached her desk. Sitting down in her chair, she felt mostly alright. After spending a few minutes there, Ms. Porter led them to the restroom Louisa exited when the incident occurred. Looking at the door itself made her anxious, but she shoved it down. They went into and back out of the restroom. Mel asked how she felt. “It’s just so surreal being here.” She was anxious, but she knew the next stop would be the worst.

As they approached the back conference room where Mr. Price had taken her, anxiety gripped her tight, slowing down as they reached the door. Memories started flashing through her mind, and she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

Mel reassured her. “He can’t hurt you anymore.”

Ms. Porter stepped forward. “Mr. Conrad is having this turned into a storage room. We’d talked about it before, but since the incident, he’s eager to get it done. We realized that I.T. would need a separate place to work, and the servers needed to be in a larger room. Shelving is being put up to store tech and such. The back of the room will have some long term storage so that it can be kept onsite.”

Louisa looked around the room. The table was gone, and she saw the shelves that were being built as well as a wrapped desk on its side. Servers were against the wall, and wires were hanging from the ceiling.

She felt the memory of her head being hit, the phantom pain in the back of her head. Her hand reached back to touch it, feeling the scare forming where she’d been hit and began feeling overwhelmed, her breathing becoming stunted. Mel and Ms. Porter led her back out and into a nearby chair.

“Place your head between your knees and take a deep breath.” Lou did as she instructed, and Mel rubbed her back. “It’s okay. He can’t hurt you.”

Ms. Porter tried to help reassure her. “Mr. Conrad has been working with our legal team to throw the book at him. He has no patience for people like Mr. Price, and frankly neither do I. If Mr. Conrad has his way (and I hope he does), Mr. Price will never see the light of day again.”

Louisa could barely hear them, focusing on her breathing. The security guard was kind enough to get her a glass of water when her therapist asked. Melanie handed it to her, telling her to take small sips. Once her breathing was under control, she slowly sat back up.

They talked for a bit. Her therapist was proud of how well she handled it, all things considered but could tell her client was hiding something. Rather than bring it up now, she opted to wait until their next session. Security locked up behind them, and Louisa got into her car.

When she got home, Cora was waiting, knowing this was going to be hard on her. When she came through the front door, she was obviously shaken. Cora led her to the sofa to sit before she passed out. “I’m guessing it didn’t go well?”

Louisa took a few breaths before responding. “It went a little better than I thought. I was relatively okay until we reached that conference room.” Tears started falling before she was aware of it. Cora gently placed her arms around her friend, giving her a comforting hug. “It’s ok, Lou. I promise.”

They had a low-key night, ordering pizza and watching tv, eventually falling asleep on the couch.

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This Hunger, It Isn't You (Ch. 16)

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“Absolutely not.”

Imogen scowled and crossed her arms. “And why not?”

“Because—” Laudna sputtered. “It’s dangerous! You don’t have anything to defend yourself with, and you could die, and if something happens to me and I can’t get you back to the campfire—”

Laudna suddenly looked genuinely anxious, and Imogen softened. “Hey,” she said. “It’ll be all right. I can help, even just as a distraction. But if something does happen to you, I wanna be there. I can’t stand the thought of sittin’ at the campfire while you’re out here fighting other killers and not knowin’ whether you’re okay.”

Laudna sighed. “I suppose I would be a hypocrite if I said no, then.”

“I’ll be fine.” Imogen nudged her with her shoulder. “Anyway, I already know who you should try and fight. I got intel you need,” she joked.

“Oh?”

“The Hag.” The thought of walking into the Hag’s territory again did give Imogen a bout of nerves, but it would be all right with Laudna. “She’s much smaller than you, she doesn’t have any crazy weapons, and she’s got those traps all over the place. We can get the drop on her if we trigger one; she’ll just be expecting a survivor. She should be pretty easy.”

Laudna nodded. “That’s a good plan,” she said. “Are you sure you want to come? She hurt you so badly last time…”

“I’m sure.” Imogen smiled at her. “I’ll be safe with you.”

“I hope you haven’t placed too much faith in me,” Laudna said, but she offered her hand, and Imogen eagerly took it. “Oh, I hope this isn’t a mistake.”

“We don’t have to do it,” Imogen said. “We can find somethin’ else to try if you don’t feel good about this.”

“I don’t, but I still think it’s our best shot at weakening the Entity,” Laudna said. “But if it doesn’t go well, I just…I want you to know how important you are to me, Imogen. I’ve never met someone like you, and your friendship means so much to me. So, thank you.”

Heat rose to Imogen’s face. “You don’t gotta thank me for that, Laud. The feeling is mutual.”

Laudna smiled bashfully and squeezed Imogen’s hand. “Well, shall we go kick some Hag ass, then?”

Imogen laughed. “We can certainly try,” she said.

But the closer they got to the swamp, the bigger the pit of anxiety in Imogen’s chest grew. She had no doubt Laudna would beat the Hag in a fight, but that wasn’t what she was afraid of. What if they were underestimating the Entity’s power? What if it destroyed Laudna the moment she won the fight?

Laudna was right; this was probably the best and possibly the only way to create change in this awful, unending place. But the thought of losing her in the process scared Imogen more than the prospect of staying here forever. Of course she wanted out, of course she wanted a release from the constant cycle of pain and death, and of course she wanted to see the sun and hear the birds again, but what else did she have out there? She didn’t have friends. Her father was probably relieved that she was gone.

So, to be back there without the friends she’d made here—without Laudna—would be pointless. And to be stuck here without her would be even worse.

She’d cross that bridge if she came to it. For now, Imogen just tried to focus on the matter at hand. There were telltale signs of the Hag’s traps if one paid close enough attention. She kept her eye out for one with Laudna behind her as they walked the edge of the swamp and stopped when she spotted a hazy ring through the long grasses near a tree.

“There,” Imogen said. “I’ll step on it, and you get ready to grab her. She’ll probably be so focused on me she won’t even notice you.”

Laudna nodded and shifted into her form of dread. It was fascinating to watch, the way she grew and stretched and darkened until she looked like the thing children feared lived under their beds. It was so hard to even imagine being afraid of her, though, not with her huge, kind eyes and gentle demeanor. She reminded Imogen of a massive, shy puppy.

“All right,” Imogen said. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Laudna replied, and Imogen stepped into the trap.

The Hag appeared as quickly as Imogen expected, and she immediately ducked out of the way. It was over before she could even really process what happened; by the time she turned around, Laudna already had the Hag pinned to the ground, fingers embedded in the woody skin of her neck. Then, with a single swift motion, she grasped the Hag’s head and tore it off around the breaks she’d already created in the thing’s spine.

Everything was silent and still for a moment as thick, viscous blood oozed from the Hag’s body. “Fuck,” Laudna said, “That was easier than I expected. She was fucking brittle.”

Imogen paused. “What now?”

Laudna couldn’t reply before the ground began to shake and a shrill shrieking sound rang through the air.

“Shit.” Imogen grabbed Laudna’s hand and pulled her away. “Come on, let’s get out of here.”

They ran back into Laudna’s woods as the rumbling grew stronger. When Imogen glanced behind them, it was as if the swamp was crumbling into nothing. Pieces of it fell away into the darkest blackness Imogen had ever seen: the ground, the trees, even the sky. It was as if the entire landscape was being swallowed until nothing remained, and a void lay in its place. Then, slowly, the lands around them shifted to fill the gap, the swamp now replaced by taller, bare woods with the faintest glimpse of twinkling colored lights in the distance. Imogen recognized them.

“That’s where the Clown lives,” she said as the dust settled. “Did we just…destroy part of the Fog?”

Laudna stared out at the new area. “I think we did.”

Imogen tried to wrap her head around what this might mean for them. If the killers were tied to their land, they could probably wipe out half of the Fog, if not more.

“Laudna—”

Imogen tried to step toward Laudna, but a row of black spines burst from the ground between them—the same barrier the Entity used to keep killers out of the campfire and the exit gates.

“Oh, fuck.” Laudna tried to skirt around the barrier to no avail; the spines followed along with her faster than she could get around them.

“You’ve got to be kiddin’ me.” Imogen took one of the spines and pulled, but it was stronger than she expected. “So, that got your attention, huh?” she called up to the sky. “Why don’t you tell us how you really feel?”

“Don’t tempt it,” Laudna hissed. “I’ve seen it skewer survivors on those things.”

Imogen groaned. “Okay. Well, it didn’t kill us, so that’s good news. Maybe it really can’t.”

“Until we get another trial,” Laudna said. “Which means we don’t have time to be messing around with its tricks.”

Imogen tested the barrier again, but it held strong. “Maybe it’ll go away eventually, like the ones that keep us from goin’ through windows and shit in the trials sometimes.”

“Or maybe it’s permanent,” Laudna murmured. “There isn’t time to test it. I need to go, Imogen. Get rid of as many of the other killers as I can, and try to weaken the Entity before my next trial.”

Imogen gripped the spines in her hands, her nails digging into her palms around them. She knew there wasn’t much she could do to protect Laudna anyway, but she was terrified of what some of the more capable killers might do to her, especially now that the Entity would be on high alert and might be able to influence the way any subsequent fights would go. But it was their only hope of weakening the Entity before it had another opportunity to hurt Laudna, and Imogen knew that if she stood down, it would be a matter of when rather than if it destroyed Laudna.

Imogen took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay,” she said. “I’ll wait here. Maybe try the Trapper next, or the Legion. Just keep an eye out for those bear traps, and some people are pretty sure the Legion is actually more than one killer. Don’t let them sneak up on you.”

“All right,” Laudna said. “Maybe…maybe you should go back to the campfire. If I die, and these woods disappear like that…I don’t know what would happen to you.”

“You won’t die,” Imogen said. Of course, there was no way to know that, but maybe if she said it out loud it would be true. “Just be careful, okay? I don’t wanna lose you.”

“I will.” Laudna paused. Imogen could barely see her through the thick wall of spines, but she looked so worried. “You be careful, too.”

“I will,” Imogen said, though she couldn’t imagine what could endanger her more than what Laudna was about to do. If agreeing to be careful would help Laudna feel better, then she would. “Good luck, Laud. I’ll be right here; I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

#critical role #imodna #imogen temult #laudna #my writing #this hunger it isn't you #these girls ARE the drama

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Perfectly imperfect | Rue Bennett x Reader

Summary: What if Jules never came back?

Pairing: Rue Bennett x Reader

Word count: 0.7k

Warning: mention of mental health and addiction

Prompt: Rue falling in love again after Jules

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The love Rue felt for Jules was so strong and beautiful that Rue never thought of the reversed feelings she'd have to go through if their relationship ever ended. Needless to say, it was hell. She thought no one could ever put her heart together again after she watched Jules leave at the train station. She thought it was broken beyond repair.

Seven months later, she was surprised when she found herself falling in love again.

''I love you.''

''I love you more.''

''That's impossible.'' Rue kissed your face, making you giggle as it tickled.

You were a sucker for soft moments like this. Where it was just you and Rue, staying in and cuddling in bed. It might seem boring to most, but you and Rue were perfectly content doing that. Sometimes, you’d pull out Rue’s laptop and watch movies until one of you fell asleep - usually you.

''Do you want to stay the night? Today's Saturday, my parents won't mind.''

Rue looked down. ''I'm not allowed to sleep over at people's houses...'' she explained, skipping the part why she couldn't. ''But you can sleep over.''

You raised an eyebrow. ''Are you sure? Your mom doesn't like me much...''

Although it's not a necessity, it's always nice to be appreciated by your significant other's parents. Leslie Bennett did not like you. Rue had explained to you that it was nothing against you, but you couldn’t help but take it personal and ask yourself what you did to get on her bad side.

''She does now.''

''What made her change her mind?'' you asked, curious to know what Rue could have told her mom that made her change her mind about you.

''Because you put a smile on my face when everyone else failed to.''

The two of you were sitting cross-legged on Rue's bed when she pronounced the dreaded words.

''There's some things I need to tell you.''

Those words rarely lead to anything good.

Since she and you were getting serious, she figured she should come clean about certain things. Be honest, because honesty is a good base for a relationship.

She looked anxious and was fidgeting with the sleeve of her hoodie, which made you nervous.

Rue was a difficult person to love. Not in a 'she isn't a good person' type of way, but more in a 'she has a lot of baggage'.

When she told you about her addiction, generalized anxiety, OCD, ADD and bipolarity, Rue thought you'd run away, deeply believing that she was a lot to handle. Too much to handle. She was scared that you wouldn't want to pursue your relationship with her because of her baggage.

''You can leave me if this is too much for you. I'm not gonna be upset or anything. I-I understand.''

There were tears in her eyes when you told her that none of these were an obstacle, just things you had to learn to work around and with. That meant giving her space when she needed it, listening to her manic rants, holding her hand when needed and being there for her when she needed a crutch to hold onto. She was the type of person who craved emotional support and needed constant validation that she wasn't reading the situation wrong.

''There's this whole part of me, the addict part, you haven't seen yet and I'm afraid you're not going to like it and leave me because I'd leave me too,'' she said, her voice cracking. ''I say mean things and hurt people and-''

''Rue.'' You tilted her chin up, caressing her cheek sweetly while holding her gaze. ''None of this is gonna drive me away. I love you the way you are. Perfectly imperfect.''

She sniffled, wiping traces of tears on her cheek with the back of her sleeve. ''You still love me?''

A smile broke on your face. You nodded and kissed her cheek where tears used to be.

#rue bennett #rue x reader #rue bennett x reader #rue bennett imagine #euphoria #euphoria imagines #euphoria fic #there's not really a plot in this #just a small blurb of rue and reader

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spaceman-earthgirl · 3 years

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Kara is steadfastly not looking at Lena as she greets her family, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t aware of Lena in the room, her heartbeat loud and fast, filling Kara’s ears.

She knows, once she sees Lena, there will be nothing to stop her crossing the room and sweeping her up in her embrace, holding her tight and vowing to never let her go again.

But her friends deserve a hello, and she wants it too.

J’onn’s arms are strong, making her feel safe and protected as he hugs her.

She’s surprised by the amount of emotion there is in Brainy’s voice when he speaks, and she hugs him close as their bodies collide.

Nia holds her so close, fingers curling into her suit to hold her as tight as possible as Kara holds her back, smiling into the hug, so happy to see her, to see them all.

And then there’s Lena.

The way Lena’s lip quivers, the way tears shine bright in Lena’s eyes, nearly breaks Kara’s heart when she finally turns to her.

She did that, she hurt Lena once again.

Lena steps forward, arms opening at the same time as Kara’s do and then their bodies are crashing together, Kara’s arms holding her as tight as she can without hurting her.

Kara breathes in, smells Lena’s perfume and shampoo mixed with something sweet that Kara’s never been able to identify, but it’s what one of Lena’s shirts had smelled like that she’d left at Kara’s apartment, one Kara had worn until it didn’t smell like her anymore.

She has to choke back a sob as emotions swell in her chest, a confusing tangle of fear and hope and love that has Kara pressing her face into Lena’s neck for a moment as she tries to center herself, get her emotions back in check.

“It’s only because you’re on the team that I’m here,” Kara manages to get out, something Alex had told her, something Alex had confessed after, tears in her eyes and a shake in Alex’s body when her sister had told her they could’ve gotten Kara back sooner, how Alex had chosen to save thousands of people but Lena fought to save her instead.

Fear and hope had collided in Kara’s chest then, too, because she’d made that choice with Mon-El, sent him away, to save Earth. Kara’s not sure she could’ve made that same decision if it had been Lena in his place, and that scares her.

Lena gasps at the words, and all Kara can do is hold her as she feels Lena’s arms tighten around her.

And then all too soon, Lena is pulling away but Kara can’t let go, not yet. Her hands slip over Lena’s biceps, down her forearms to grip her hands. She squeezes Lena’s hands, Lena smiling at the gesture, and something clicks in Kara’s chest.

Kara swallows, tilting forward before she even realises it, drawn to Lena, eyes caught on her smile.

Lena freezes, and it’s that motion, or lack of motion, that stops Kara, makes her realise what she’s doing, what she was about to do.

Her eyes flash up to Lena’s, confusion now swimming in wide green eyes as she remains frozen on the spot.

She was about to kiss her best friend, her very platonic best friend, and even if her feelings for said best friends certainly aren’t platonic, she still knows you’re not meant to kiss your best friend.

(You’re not meant to fall in love with them either but that’s another issue).

Kara glances to the right when movement draws her attention and now Kara feels frozen too as she spots Alex, glancing between them, an all to knowing look on her face.

That’s not good, because if Alex knows, knows what she’s thinking, knows what she was about to do, that means Lena might too, and that’s altogether another scary thought.

Her father stepping into the room breaks the moment, saves Kara from having to say or do anything and Kara feels relief course through her body, both because it means she doesn’t have to deal with this right now and because he’s actually here, alive, it wasn’t a dream. The relief loosens her limbs, lets her move once again as she crosses the room to hug him, avoiding eye contact with everyone else as she does.

She can feel two particular sets of eyes burning a hole in her back, like they’re the ones with heat vision, but Kara ignores them, hardly even pays attention to what is being said as she points to the balcony.

“I’m just going to…” she doesn’t even finish her sentence as she walks off. It’s dark out, so she doesn’t have the excuse of wanting to get some sun as she steps on to the balcony, but it gives her a moment to breathe.

She focuses on the sounds around her, the street below, cars honking, people laughing, the noise of the city filling her mind, leaving little room for anything else.

“Kara?”

Kara knew someone would follow her, but she jumps at the intrusion, so focused on the rest of National City the noise from the tower had gotten lost in it.

Alex steps in close, arm going through Kara’s as she leans into her sister’s side, head falling to rest on Kara’s shoulder.

Kara sighs, leans into Alex’s touch, knows her sister needs this contact just as much as she does.

They’re silent for a while, and Kara’s starting to wonder if Alex will actually say something when she finally speaks.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Kara swallows. She knows exactly what Alex is talking about. “Talk about what?” she asks anyway.

“About how you nearly kissed Lena.”

Alex’s words are quiet, soft, like she knows how Kara will react, but that doesn’t stop Kara’s intake of breath and the sudden desire to just leap from the balcony.

Alex’s arm tightens around hers, like she knows exactly what Kara is thinking.

“Alex-“ Kara starts, the name half choked out, but Alex interrupts.

“I know,” Alex soothes, lifting her head so she can look at Kara. “I know.”

“Do you...do you think she noticed?” Kara asks. She’s not sure why she’s so scared when she wants nothing more than to pull Lena back into her arms and hold on forever. Maybe it’s because she’s hurt her so much already, or maybe it’s because she’s already lost her so many times and if she truly opens her heart to Lena and she loses her again, it will destroy her.

“She did,” Alex nods.

Kara presses her lips together and wills herself not to cry as she looks back over the city.

“Hey,” Alex says, hand against Kara’s cheek, bringing them face to face again. “She wants that too, okay? I was with her while you were gone, I saw how much she cares about you, I saw that she’d do anything to get you back. Trust me. You two have been through so much and you deserve to be happy. You don’t have to talk to her now, but you should when you’re ready. She’ll understand.”

“But-“

“I promise,” Alex says, her voice strong. Kara believes her. “She’ll wait as long as you need her to.”

Kara lets the words settle over her. The air is cold but she fights away the chill, focuses on the warmth of Alex’s body instead, focuses on her heartbeat to keep her grounded.

“I love her,” Kara whispers after a long moment. She glances back inside as she says it, heart getting caught in her throat when she sees Lena watching them. Lena quickly turns, feigns doing something on the computer, but the jump in her heart says she knows she’s been caught.

Alex doesn’t seem surprised by the admission. Kara wonders how long she’s known.

“And she loves you too,” Alex says with a smile and a kiss to Kara’s temple.

Kara lets the words wash over her, something warm settling in her chest as her sister gives her arm one last squeeze and leaves.

Kara turns and watches her go, hears the anxious, “Is she okay?” Lena quietly asks Alex as she walks by.

“I think so,” Alex says and Kara’s not sure if that’s true as she shivers, the cold air filling her lungs and reminding her too much of the Phantom Zone that she breathes out, trying to focus on the sounds of the city again to push it all away.

She’s about to go back inside, see if she can’t get another platonic hug from Lena because that’s the warmest she’s felt since she returned, when a voice behind her startles her again.

“Mind if I join you?”

It’s hesitant, unsure, Lena twisting her fingers together as she says it.

“Please,” Kara says, sounding a touch too desperate as she nods to the space beside her.

Lena steps in close, but not quiet touching as they stand side by side, her hands falling to rest on the rail beside Kara’s.

“I missed you,” Lena says into the silence, quiet and honest.

“I missed you, too,” Kara replies, eyes darting sideways. Lena’s face is half shadowed in the dark, but achingly beautiful in the dim lights of the city.

She glances back out over the city, wonders if Lena will bring up what happened. Or what almost happened.

But she remains silent, and Kara realises that Lena is just going to let it go, let Kara do things in her own time, when she’s ready.

Kara shifts her hand closer to Lena’s on the railing, fingers brushing slightly. She almost stops there, almost pretends it’s an accident but the little sigh Lena lets out at the contact has Kara giving up any pretence as she threads her fingers through Lena’s.

“I’m so glad you’re home.” Lena swallows. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if-” She cuts herself off, the words getting caught in her throat, sounding close to tears again. Kara gives her hand a squeeze, and then realises that’s not enough so she turns, pulling Lena into a hug once more.

Lena sags against her, feels the shake of Lena’s body as Kara holds her.

“I’m here,” Kara promises, pressing a kiss to Lena’s hair. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You promise?” Lena asks, pulling away. She’s not crying but tears are shimmering in her eyes and she hates once again that she’s hurt Lena.

“I promise.”

They stay like that for a long moment, in each others space. Kara uses a great deal of self control not to glance down at red lips again.

It’s Lena that steps away first, again. Kara almost chases the contact but she stops herself this time.

“You didn’t get any of the cake before, and I heard a rumour that it’s your favourite.”

Kara’s eyes light up. “Is there any left?”

Lena laughs, eyes lighter than they have been all evening and something in Kara’s chest settles, feels almost normal, like it hasn’t in a long time.

“Duh, no one gets between Kara Danvers and food.”

Kara pokes out her tongue, which Lena responds to with a poke in her side and everything just feels right.

“Hey,” Kara says, catching Lena’s hand as she’s about to walk inside. Kara’s not sure if it’s because Lena looks so beautiful or if it’s because she wants no more secrets between them or she just doesn’t want to wait anymore but the words tumble from her lips with none of her previous fear. “I love you.”

Lena’s sharp intake of breath says she got Kara’s intended meaning.

“It doesn’t have to mean anything,” Kara continues. “Not yet, or ever, but I want you to know.”

This time it’s Lena who’s leaning forward, crowding into Kara’s space. Kara doesn’t miss the way Lena’s eyes fall to her mouth, in a complete role reversal from before.

Kara is the one that crosses the final distance, tilts her head to capture Lena’s lips in her own.

Despite knowing it’s about to happen, Kara still gasps when their mouths meet, heat flooding through Kara as Lena’s fingers tangle in her hair, hold her close as their lips move together.

“I love you, too,” Lena says into the kiss, but the shock of the words are enough to make Kara pull away.

“You do?” Kara breathes, voice filled with awe.

Lena looks slightly dazed, her lip stick smudged and it makes it very hard not to kiss her again.

“I do. I have for a long time. Even when...” Lena trails off, Kara knowing exactly when Lena was referring to, something they still need to talk about.

“Me too,” Kara says, swallowing down the emotion building in her chest. She hadn’t realised, all this time, Lena had felt the same way.

She’s about to lean in, to kiss Lena again, because Lena’s lips are so soft and she wants to show Lena exactly how she feels about, but voices inside pull her attention away.

“Are you thinking about cake?” Lena asks, misinterpreting her distraction.

“No,” Kara smiles. “Nia is excitedly telling Alex that we just kissed.”

“Oh,” Lena says, cheeks going red. Kara’s not sure if it’s the word ‘kiss’ or the fact that they’ve been caught that causes it though. Lena swallows. “Do you want to go and get some cake?” Lena asks as she glances inside, sees they’re being watched, but she makes no move to pull away this time.

Kara shakes her head. “No.”

“Are you okay?” Lena asks, jokingly bringing a hand to her forehead as her attention returns to Kara. “I’ve never heard of Supergirl passing up cake before.”

Kara rolls her eyes with a shrug. “Some things are better than cake.”

“Oh really?” Lena asks, a smile playing on her lips.

Kara winds her arms around Lena’s neck, tilts forward, her lips brushing Lena’s when she speaks. “Really.”

A call from Alex pulls them apart not long later and Kara turns to see her sister’s nose scrunched up in disgust as she looks at them, but she can also tell Alex is trying not to smile.

“Are we allowed to eat this cake yet? I’m starving.”

Kara smiles as she reaches down to thread her fingers through Lena’s hand, tugs her towards the door.

There are knowing, and very amused, looks when they return inside, but they all look happy.

Kara’s happy too, something she wasn’t sure she’d ever feel again.

It’s her father’s comment that makes her laugh again as they’re all eating cake, Kara managing with just one hand because she’s not ready to let Lena go yet.

“Is Lena not your wife?”

Kara presses her face into Lena’s shoulder, cheeks red when Alex’s response is, “not yet.”

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#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #danvers sisters #supercorp fanfic #I wrote another one #it's different I promise

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gojosgigi · 2 years

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‘till the end of my days and beyond.

i know i messed up, baby. i know.

part two to hurt.

warnings: foul language, mentions of death, mentions of the reader being an above average heighted person, yet shorter than gojo. that’s about all, i think.

a/n: i really, really hope you like it. lots of love, g. xx

a big, big thank you to @astralwaifu , my beautiful, amazing bro-wife. love you. 🤍

satoru pulls the shirt on his shoulders, buttoning it. he looked at his reflection in the mirror. for the first time, he was actually scared to know what was on the other side of the door. metaphorically speaking, of course. in reality, on the other side of the door were his students, calling for him to rush it up and open the door.

“in a minute!”

“you said that 12 minutes ago!” he hears the dark eyed boy reply.

he walked over, finishing buttoning-up his shirt. he opens the door only to find the three of them with their ears pressed to the wall next to his door.

he clears his throat, catching their attention.

the three flinch at the sudden noise, before acting cool and breezy, as if they weren’t just trying to eavesdrop.

“oh, hey, sensei. didn’t see you there. how’s it going?” yuji leans towards the wall.

“how’s it going? well, let’s see. the whole last week without her has been absolute shit. i’m anxious if she’ll even agree to talk to me and when i get there and whenever i feel anxious, i go to y/n, which i can’t do, which only makes me even more anxious. so, it’s going pretty great, yeah.”

megumi sighs, “everything’s going to be alright, gojo.” he puts his hand on satoru’s shoulder.

satoru gives him a soft smile.

sucking in a harsh breath, satoru brings up a shaky hand to knock on the door.

this already felt unnatural. satoru never knocked on y/n’s door, he just barged in.

after a few moments, which seemed to last forever, y/n opened the door.

she looked beautiful as ever. her hair done perfectly, her lips shaded in that same gorgeous deep red colour he loved so much, cheekily claimed that “it tasted better.” a hoop earning adorning her left ear, indicating that she’d been getting ready and was interrupted by the bell. the pretty red dress hugging her curves rather perfectly.

her pretty eyes widened at the sight of him. “h-hello.”

“hi.” he gave her a sad smile. “hope i’m not disturbing something.”

“n-no, no.” she realises that she hasn’t invited him to come in yet, and quickly moves aside, “please, come on in.”

he hesitantly takes a step in, removing his shoes by the door.

“how’ve you been?” she tried to start some sort of conversation to lighten the tension.

it was never like this with y/n and satoru. they usually always had something to talk about, or giggle together because of. even if the two were just sitting in silence, it was never so— tense.

after all, the two weren’t exactly ‘y/n and satoru’ anymore. a team, is what they were. partners in crime, “besties in love, who fuck.” as says the almost 30 year old man. they were that one couple everyone wanted to be. and people tried, even. the two often found other people trying to joke around like the couple, copy the little things they did, places they went. but what y/n and satoru had—and somewhere in both their hearts— still do, isn’t exactly something that you could just copy, or be.

it is something that can only be found, not something that could be forced. it was something only y/n and satoru knew how it truly felt. whether it was how she completed him, or how he always knew how to put a smile on her face. it wasn’t something that was explainable in words. it was precious.

and when satoru decided to give up on something so precious, so easily, it broke y/n.

she started to question whether she was the only one who felt it, whether he even loved her. and if he truly did, how could he let go of it all?

did he really not love her? y/n wanted to believe that was not true, but the way things were seemed to tell her otherwise.

“no. ‘m miserable.” he took his bottom lip between his teeth. “i’m sorry, y/n-chan. i really am. i didn’t mean what i said. i never want to be away from you, i don’t ever want to let you go.”

y/n felt her heart ache at the sight of him. her beautiful, bubbly, grinning satoru was no where to be seen. it was just this deeply heartbroken man, with pain vivid in his eyes.

“well, then why did you? why’d you let go, satoru? you didn’t even fight for it. do you really not love me? ” her eyes getting glossy.

his eyes widened at her words. his heart breaking all over again at the thought of her thinking that he didn’t love her.

he steps forward, filling in the gap between the two

lightly cupping her cheeks, titling her face upwards to meet his gaze.

“not love you? what do you mean not love you? i love you with everything that i have, y/n.” he takes her hand in his free hand, putting it on his chest, “this heart, this heart belongs to only and only y/n y/l/n. the woman who taught me what love is, the woman who took care of me and bared with me even in my worst moments, the woman who always there with me through thick and thin, the woman who makes me the happiest man in the world.” he clears his throat as an attempt to help the crack in his voice.

he wipes the tears that slipped from her eyes with his thumb. “i know i messed up, baby. i know, and if i could go back in time, i would kick that gojo in the nuts for saying what he said.” she chuckles lightly, tears welling up her eyes. a smile made its way up to his lips at the sound of her laugh. “how i feel for you, it terrifies me. i’ve never felt so strongly towards someone in my life, hell, i hadn’t even ever been in a real relationship before you, and i guess the thought of loosing that made me get all defensive and put up this- this act. act that i don’t need you anymore, act that i’d be okay without you. without my y/n.”

“this heart, y/n. it isn’t the same without you. i’m not the same without you. i love you, y/n. i can’t say that i’ll always be perfect, i’m a mess. can’t even say that i’ll be here forever,” her bottom lip trembles, chin scrunching up, a new set of tears slipping down her cheeks at the thought of his death. she shakes her head, as a silent way to tell him not to say that. “but i can promise you that i love you, and that i’ll always love you. ‘till the end of my days, and beyond.”

“this past week has been the worst.” she nods, agreeing. “and if there’s anything i’ve learned from the duration of it, is that how dependent my happiness and overall will to live is on a person who’s like a foot shorter than me.” he chuckles, a small tear sliding down his cheek.

she closes her eyes momentarily.

her hand reaching up to hold the wrist of his hand that was still resting on her cheek, “i’m not that short. i’m an above-average heighted person. anyone would look short compared to a tower of a person.”

his lips curl into a smile at hearing her say those words, for what is the billionth time.

satoru always loved teasing her about her height.

he lets go her cheek to wrap his arms around her waist, her feet leaving the floor.

she wraps her arms around his neck, almost as a reflex. chuckling at how tightly he’s holding onto her.

“i’ve missed you so much, y/n-chan. you have no idea.”

“i missed you too, baby.”

taking in her comforting scent, gojo felt as he could finally breathe again. his darling was in his arms, he couldn’t be happier.

he finally puts her down.

looking her in the eyes, sighing in content, he says, “you are the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen in my life.”

“oh please. i have only one earring on and my mascara is probably messed up from all that crying.”

he rolls his eyes, pressing his lips onto her’s, stopping her from saying any more mean things about the woman he loves.

after pulling away from what is one of the most passionate kisses the two have shared, he wipes the sides of his lips with his pointer finger and thumb, rather teasingly. getting the red tint on his fingers.

“see? i told you, y/n-chan. it just tastes better.”

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buckyownsmylife · 3 years

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Walk Away - Tom Hardy smut

The one where Tom is your mentor and really shouldn’t feel this attracted to you.

Warnings: smut, age gap, famous!reader, mentor!Tom Hardy, breeding kink, risky sex, tiny insinuation of a size kink, (blink and you’ll miss), mention of a panic attack with barely any descriptions of it

Word count: 3k>

Tom’s P.O.V.

“Tom.” I stopped rubbing the sleep off my eyes the second my name fell from her lips. I didn’t need her to identify herself - I didn’t need to check the caller’s ID. I’d recognize her voice anywhere, regardless of just how groggy I was. But the tone in which she said my name, the tired, dead feeling shining through it, was what really startled me awake. “Tom, I need you.”

The desperation in her voice scared me, and I was out of bed before I could even realize what I was doing. “You’re home?” I confirmed, waiting only for the expected answer while I looked for my keys. “I’ll be there in five. Hang on tight.”

The night was cold, but I don’t think I would have noticed it if it wasn’t for the chill that had me freezing from the inside. I didn’t even consider changing out of my sleepwear - sweatpants and a loose shirt - mostly because I didn’t want to waste time on something so trivial, especially since it wasn’t that different from what I’d normally wear around her.

I’d known her for over four years now. I’d never witnessed this level of distress on her. In fact, she was never anything short of enthusiastic and happy, a bubble of sunshine that managed to energize everyone around her. For her to be this way, something big had to have happened, and it pained me to imagine just what could have been.

It pained me to imagine her suffering, and not being there to help. So I stepped on the pedal, driving madly, knowing my own heartbeat would only get back to a regular pace once I had her in my arms again, could smell her perfume as I buried my face in her hair.

She wasn’t by the door when I got to her house, so I let myself in with the extra key that I had, noticing all the lights were off. There was only one place she could be.

My feet took me there without even having to think about it, like there was some sort of instinctive calling from her body to mine. When I got to her bedroom, a dim light showed just how effective that connection was, as I pushed in to find her laying on her bed, waiting for me.

“What happened?” She sat up when I pushed the door open, quietly closing it behind me, and for a second there was no reaction as she took in my presence, like she needed time to realize I really was there. But then her eyes glistened, denouncing a flow of tears, and she just shook her head, as if asking me to contain my curiosity for just a bit.

“Can you just hug me?” She asked, and I felt my heart squeeze at the realization of just how unaware she was of my feelings for her. I’d do anything, anything for the woman in front of me. A hug was nothing, and I ached to have her in my arms anyway.

I sat by her side and immediately, she was on me, climbing on my lap until she could hide her face on the crook of my neck, and I froze only momentarily before wrapping my arms around her smaller body. Despite how wrong it morally felt - particularly when I remembered I wasn’t wearing any type of underwear - I couldn’t deny how right it was to both my heart and my body, how much it comforted me to feel her this close.

So there we stayed, for God knows how long. We didn’t speak - I was waiting for her decision to explain what had happened, and she clearly needed to come to terms with whatever it was. Just being there for her was enough for me, so I kept rubbing her back, eventually pulling away to press kisses on her temple, trying to ignore how her little sighs of comfort made me feel.

“I-I think I’m ready to talk.” The second I couldn’t feel her warm breath against my neck anymore, I felt cold again, but to my surprise, she didn’t climb down my lap, didn’t try to put some space between us.

Instead, her arms remained around my shoulders, fingers playing with the collar of my shirt, making me shiver every once in a while when her nails dragged along my flesh.

“Okay,” I encouraged, only because she seemed nervous to say whatever it was that she wanted to tell me, her eyes avoiding mine before she finally managed to meet my gaze again, after taking a deep breath.

“Shawn broke up with me.” A sharp inhale resonated throughout the room, and it took me a few seconds to figure out it had been my own doing. I’d never liked her boyfriend, not ever since she first told me they had been going out, and despite how hard I tried to hide it from her, she had always been aware of my true feelings for him.

Knowing he was the one to blame for her current state of mind only served to turn my concern into anger.

“Why?” That was the only thing I could think to ask, the only thing I could focus on as I struggled not to throw her on the bed and run out after him. But I’d never be able to leave her alone, especially not since she was so clearly vulnerable.

There was another second of hesitation before she finally revealed, “It was because of you, actually.” Now that froze me into a state of shock. I couldn't speak, couldn’t think, all I could do was stare down at the face of the woman I loved who looked like she hadn’t just dropped a bomb on me.

“What?” Her giggle made my heart skip a beat for a second. It felt good to know that she was already starting to feel better, it felt even greater to know that I was the reason for her laughter, even if I was still fucking confused.

“Don’t worry about it.” Now that just wasn’t good enough. I needed to know, needed to understand. How had I been the cause for their break-up? But she didn’t seem too eager to open up about this specific part of her day, and so I decided to break out the big guns.

I laid her down on the bed, hovering over her so our eyes remained connected. “Tell me,” I quietly begged, and although she still looked anxious, I knew she was close to breaking. “I really want to know.”

She sighed, eyes closing for only an instant and for that instant, I allowed myself to believe that she was breathing me in, appreciating the feeling of being covered by my much larger body, exactly like I did.

“He was jealous,” she finally admitted, but the frown in my face only deepened, asking her for more information. “He felt like I prefered your company over his, which to be fair, it’s the truth. When I’m with you, I never want to leave.”

I didn’t know what to say. So I just stood there, frozen, looking deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of mockery, but found none. She looked hurt, but not like she regretted what happened. It just looked like she needed me there.

And so I stayed. I laid down by her side on the bed and pulled her to me, so her head rested on my chest, and I thought. I thought long and hard about what she’d told me and about how I felt. I thought so much, in fact, that I could see a panic attack forming, as the weight of my feelings threatened to suffocate me, and before I could realize what I was doing, I was already sitting up on the bed and looking for my keys.

“Where are you going?” She rubbed the sleep off her eyes as she tried to understand what was happening, but to be quite honest, I didn’t understand it myself. I just knew I needed to get the hell out of there, or I would end up saying something I’d regret. “I’m so comfy, can’t you just stay?”

It was so hard to breathe that my chest heaved with the labour of getting each breath in and out, so I forced myself to focus on it, stopping only for a few seconds, but it was enough to have me spilling things I’d been managing to hide for years.

“Don’t ask me that. Please.” My voice sounded hoarse, like I hadn’t used it in too long. “Because I’ll stay, and it’ll only hurt me further.” That caught her attention, wiping any remnants of sleep from her in an instant.

“I wish I could walk away from you. Time and time again I wished for it, when you began dating that jerk, when I first realized I had feelings for you… but I just can’t. I’d do anything for you. All I can think about is you, all the fucking time. I want you so fucking much. I love you way too much. And being just your friend, your mentor, your confidant, is killing me.”

I closed my eyes to catch my breath, trying to focus, trying to make anything make sense again. In that time, I feared the worst. I thought about her leaving, her hand leaving a warm imprint on my face as she slapped me. I thought about her (rightfully, in my mind) accusing me of betraying her, calling me a monster, a pervert.

I thought I had imagined every possible scenario, but I was still surprised when I opened my eyes to find her seating on the edge of her bed, gaze resting on mine, licking her lips. “I wanna feel you,” she said, and my mind swirled with this unexpected outcome.

“Excuse me?” I scrambled to keep myself up, finding a hold in the back of a nearby chair, my entire body trembling with the effort to hold back, the effort to think and listen, instead of just doing what my instincts begged me to do - pounce on her and fuck her raw.

“I want you inside of me,” she calmly stated, like it was no big deal. It was clear that it was the best way she had found to ask me for what she wanted, but I just couldn’t believe it.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Y-you want me?” I resisted the urge to roll my eyes, understanding the delicate nature of this situation, anxious to not let it slip through my fingers nor hold it so tightly it would end up breaking and hurting me in the process.

I closed the gap between us, getting out of the bed to come stand in front of him, hoping the proximity would ease him the same way having his body near would calm me.

“I’ve always wanted you,” I confirmed, hoping he’d see just how truthful the statement was, needing him to see how much more I wanted to say. “But right now…” Without thinking, my hand reached out to fiddle with the edge of his shirt, the sight of the boner struggling against his sweatpants unmistakable to me. “Right now, I’ll do anything if you just touch me.”

A sharp exhale of breath, his warmth hit my face, giving me a taste of what was to come. But I wanted the real thing. I wanted to know how it felt from his lips, to have his tongue forcing my mouth open, making me forget my need to breathe.

“I need you.” I got what I wanted then. His face lowered to mine, mouth finally close enough for me to reach, after what felt like years of desire. And it was everything that I’d always imagined his kiss to be - overpowering, dominating and overwhelmingly him. I was instantly addicted.

When he finally allowed our lips to part, taken by his need to breathe, I slowly began to peel away my clothes, fingers trembling in quiet desperation for him to see this for what it truly was: the meeting of desire and lust after years of denial and repression.

“Please fuck me,” I pleaded as my naked body was revealed to him inch by inch, willing to do whatever would get me what I needed. “I swear I can handle you.” That last part was added almost as an afterthought, when I watched his hand curl around a tightness I’d never witnessed in real life before.

I knew what was going through his head - the fight between what was expected of us and what we wanted, our feelings and our professions, but nothing else mattered to me more than knowing he’d spear me open with his length.

“Lay down and spread your legs for me.” Just that order was enough to have me whining low in the back of my throat, but I did as he said, even held my ankles so his view of me would be unobstructed. But that meant I had to watch him as he knelt by the bed and took a hold of my legs, licking his lips in desire at what he saw.

“Please, please, fuck me,” I repeated, knowing I wouldn’t handle his lips on me right now. I needed his thickness, his hardness, I needed to be filled by him, to feel him inside of me.

“Let me just get a taste,” he tried to convince me, eyes focused on the apex of my thighs. I almost laughed at how it looked like his mouth was watering as he stared at my exposed pussy, but my need was far too great to allow me any sort of distraction.

“Later, okay? You can eat me out as long as you want, just… later.” That had his head snapping up, gaze at last meeting mine with a soft sentiment that I knew was at least half vulnerability.

My poor Tommy. Even after all of my confessions, he still couldn’t believe that what was happening was actually real. He still doubted I would want him in the morning, as something more than what I wanted him when I called him tonight.

“Touch me, Tom,” I quietly asked, raising his hand to where I was aching for him, rubbing myself with his thumb. “Touch me right here, please, I’m begging you.”

Hearing those words fall from my lips changed something in him. Where once he was hesitant, a sudden confident smirk, almost arrogant, slowly spread over his lips, taking over his entire aura.

Tom’s P.O.V.

“So needy for me…” I whispered as I witnessed the truth behind my statement. She was sopping wet, almost dripping down the duvet, and as much as I wanted to get my mouth on her, I could accept that we’d have the time to do that later.

I loved the idea of a later.

“I’ll take care of you, darling.” I whispered as I climbed up her body once more, occupying the space between her thighs like I was always meant to be there. “Let me take care of you.”

I brushed my lips against hers, relishing in this closeness, in the moment just before it all changed. I was sure she could feel the weight of my cock against her thigh, and it was probably what prompted her to wrap her arms around my shoulders, breathlessly telling me, “Yes. Yes, please.”

Hissing as I finally slid my length inside of her, I knew I was in trouble the second I bottomed out, biting on her shoulder to keep myself from groaning and drowning out her delicious little sounds. She felt too good. No one should feel this good.

A broken gasp (or was it a moan) called my attention, taking me from my efforts of restraining myself to her, completely. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” I asked, brushing the hair away from her face as I watched her open her eyes and blink a few times, trying to keep tears from flowing down her cheeks. “Does it hurt?”

But she just shook her head, hands searching mine until she could lace our fingers together. “No,” she breathed, hips jutting up in a silent way of asking me to move. “It feels so good.”

I bit the inside of my cheek in an effort not to smile widely at her admission, finally allowing myself to slowly begin dragging my cock out of her tight channel before pushing it in again.

“It does?” I questioned, loving to hear her say it. “Well, I’ll always make you feel this good, baby. How does that sound?” She moaned out loud as I lowered my head to lave her breasts with attention, relishing in every little sound that escaped her beautiful lips as I pounded her on the bed.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl, darling.” Another loud moan was all I got as a response, paired with her fingernails biting on the skin of my back. “My good girl, yes?” I insisted, rubbing my jaw against her neck, breathing her in.

I was drunk on her, on this entire experience, still not quite believing it was really happening. She was really here, getting fucked by me. “You’ll be my good girl? Just mine? Forever?”

A smile spread out over her lips, even as she threw her head back to moan a “Yes.” I chuckled against her chest, starting to suck little bruises here and there, wanting to see her all marked up on me, when she interrupted my plans with a breathless comment, “You talk dirty.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” I chuckled against her lips, right as she started to convulse underneath me, clinging to my back for dear life. “You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Her nails scratched me as she found her bliss, and I wasn’t too far behind. As I started to pick up my pace, really milking her orgasm while searching for mine, it was her words that brought me to my ultimate release.

“C-cum inside, I want it inside of me.” I knew she wasn’t in any form of contraception, and I also knew this wasn’t the right time for either of us to become parents, but to say the idea didn’t arouse me was a lie.

Flashes of her young body with my baby in it had my cock twitching, the risk of getting my perfect future right then too exciting. She’d be the perfect mother, I just knew it. And the fact that she would take the chance of becoming the mother of my child right then affected me so much that even after I emptied myself inside of her, I was still hard.

Her fingers played with my curls as I rested my head between her breasts, breathing her in, trying to catch my breath. “I can’t believe I get to sleep next to you tonight,” she said, melting my heart right then and there. “I hate it when you’re away.”

I did too. But I’d never need to be again.

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samsurfgreenbass · 2 years

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"ENCHANTED" SAM & Y/N <3

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Warnings: cussing, angst

Word Count: 1,285

This part is Sam's POV, I hope you enjoy:)

“When your done eating, please put your plate and mug on the counter and get the hell out of my apartment. I'll send your stuff to your parents” she turned around and walked into our bedroom. I couldn’t move, but I so badly wanted to run-no sprint towards her and hold her and tell her that there was no other woman for me but her. That if she but asked me to stay, then I would. I would. No hesitation. Then it went dark. Complete blackness surrounded me. Then I saw them. I saw her with her arms around him. And his hands holding onto her hips. His hands roaming her body, filling every curve and softness of her. She was smiling, laughing and looking at him with admiration and pure love in her eyes, the way she used to look at me. I tried to scream and tell him to get his filthy hands off her. I wanted her to look at me, to let me know she saw me. But she never did, and I couldn’t scream, no words or sound came out. I was useless, all I could do was stand back and watch with utter horror and sadness in my heart grow. She was no longer mine. I lost her. And sooner or later, she would be another’s and that scared me more than death. She went onto her tiptoes and he leaned down, and I watched as their lips started to meet and then that’s when I screamed. “SAM…SAM…SAM WAKE UP MAN!” Danny yelled I woke up covered in sweat and my hair stuck to my neck and forehead, “wha-what happened?” I asked Danny “You were having a nightmare” Danny replied “Oh” man, I got to pull myself together “You wanna talk about it?” Danny asked with a small smile “Nah it’s fine, thanks man, sorry I woke you” I said “You were screaming her name Sam” Danny meekly said “I-I was?” “Yeah, then you started to cry, are you ok?” “Honestly man, no. Fuck I messed up real bad. I miss Y/n so much, but she’s so hurt. I hurt her. And the nightmare was my worst fear, she was with another guy and I just lost it. Danny man, what do I do? I gotta get her back” Danny sat there and thought for a moment, “Sam, you and Y/n have been through some shit together, I honestly believe that you two will find a way back to each other. She just needs time to heal. So do you. When you told me what happened that day you two broke up, I couldn’t believe it. I mean, you knew for 4 months Sam, you should’ve told her, you know Y/n would’ve been thrilled for you.” Danny sat back “I know. It’s just, I wasn’t thinking and when I would want to tell her, things always got in the way or we were having so much fun that I didn’t want to spoil it.” I said “Or you wanted to sneak out the back door without getting caught” Danny added “What?” “You didn’t want to tell her because you were afraid that she’d get mad and tell you to stay, am I right?” We had been on tour for 8 months now, we performed all over the U.S., met new people every night, woke up in a new city every couple of days, and ate junk food. That was the price of being a rockstar. I saw Jake and Danny have long conversations with Jita and Kenzie. I saw their faces when they’d see them on Facetime, they had a look of happiness, I so badly wanted to call her and hear her voice, even if that meant it went to voicemail. I would get so far as to dial her number then chicken out, What if she answers and hangs up? What if another guy answers? What if she blocked me? What am I even going to say? How am I to explain all these emotions I have? All these questions would swim through my mind. I get so anxious that I would just throw my phone down and sigh. Before I left our apartment, Y/n had left her hair tie on the counter, I just wanted a piece of her with me, and if I inhaled deeply, I could still smell the shampoo Y/n would use. I was pathetically in love with that woman. Every fiber, neuron, atom, cell, blood vessel was hers. And would always be. I was hers, even if she didn’t know it. Danny knew Y/n much like Sam. Y/N and Danny had grown to be close friends, they were like brother and sister. I always kind of envied their relationship, whenever Y/n and I would get into an argument, Y/n would call Danny and he’d be there to

console her. Then he would sit us both down and have us talk it out, that’s how Danny is. He likes for everyone to get along. Y/n loved hearing all our stupid stories an dhow we’d goof off together. She was the #1 Sam&Dan fan. “I hate it when you’re right, you know that right?” I looked at Danny and rolled my eyes Danny just smiled and laughed “yeah, but you love me anyway, now go back to sleep, we have rehearsals early in the morning.” …the next morning… “Josh, did you hear the news??’ Jake looked amused at our older brother Josh giggled that evil giggle “Yeah I did. Danny did you?’ “Of course” Danny said “Ok, what am I missing here, what news?” I asked Josh and Jake shared a look, then Jake said “Just that Y/n’s got a band and they’re fucking awesome. They’re big back home. “Apparently they got a meeting with Teddy Larson soon, from what I saw on Instagram” Danny smiled “I’m proud of Y/n, I always knew she’d do amazing things, I never knew she could sing though, she’s going to give me a run for my money” Josh laughed Of course she’s an amazing singer, I was the one always telling her that she should sing. Whatever song was playing, she was singing it. And her writing-good Lord, her writing. It was like she was reading the minds of people and writing how they felt. She wrote about what people were afraid to say. She would say that she felt bad because she was too passionate about her poetry. She was so afraid of failing and that’s why she didn’t try singing in front of people. But now? I wish I could see her sing, I’m sure she’s killing it. “I’m going to go see her” I said without thinking Danny, Jake, and Josh all shared a shocked look then all shouted and smiled “FINALLY!!!” Jake yelled “My God Sam, it’s about time that you went back home” Josh hugged me

Josh was right, Y/n was my Home. She would always be. And I needed to tell Y/n that.

“You guys knew I’d want to see her?” I asked “Of course, you’ve been moping around like a lost puppy, we all put in bets about when you’d crack. Josh and I owe Danny $50 each” Jake said Danny just smiled and looked over at me and said “I knew you’d come to your senses” The tour was over and we’d be headed home, now was my time to go find her and beg for her forgiveness. Or at least plead my case and tell her that I never did cheat, that I was a coward who simply didn’t want to be told that I couldn't go on tour, and that I cannot breathe without her. Hopefully, she and I can work this out. We HAVE to work this out. Please God, let this work out.

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jaeminscoffee · 3 years

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Apologize | L. Hc

Pairing- Lee Haechan x reader

Genre- Initial angst, smut

Word count- 5.54k

Warning(s)- thick skinned oc, ego problems, argument, Hyuck almost hit's Y/n, angry/rough yet slow sex, riding, orgasm control, stern and slight brat tamer!hyuck, overstimulation. Lmk if i missed out any.

Synopsis- Why do you have to apologize when clearly Lee Haechan is to be blamed too?

Awkward.

That's how you'd coin the atmosphere around you and your boyfriend the past dating weeks.

Guilty.

That's how you'd felt ever since the day you'd decided to act out. For being a hypocrite and for being a pain in the ass.

Embarrassed.

That's how you'd felt after realising that you'd lashed out on him for no rational reason. For losing your temper at him hanging out with a female who'd coincidentally been your rival. She loved him, and god knows if she still does.

Worried.

You're anxious that your pettiness would drive him away from you to someone better, possibly the said rival and so you're worried.

But would you want to play the saint's role and go apologize? No.

You can't, not while knowing what his reaction would be. Knowing Lee Donghyuck, he'd get cocky. He'll do anything and everything in his power to indulge you in embarrassment. Guilt trip you a while later and demand you'd be a good girl from then forth. Why would you want to do that? Come to think of it, he's one to be in fault too.

Knowing full well that you'd have a distaste towards Lena, Donghyuck should've known better than publicise the fact that he'd openly hung out with his girlfriend's rival.

He owes you an apology too when you word it that way.

Haechan's mood can be summarized in three words, confused, frustrated and disappointed.

You are the only one glowing in his eyes and he made sure you'd know that. And for someone like him being treated with such disrespect, he was fuming.

It's not that he intentionally went ahead and planned a hangout with Lena, it just so coincidentally happened that one of his groupmate's her boyfriend, so meeting her was inevitable and Haechan was more than ready to explain it to you, in a calm, civil manner.

But you just won't listen.

Not to mention the holiday you'd planned all over last week for a road trip with the gang now seems to be the last thing on his mind now when that was the same thing he'd been so hyped up about.

You just had to spoil it all for him.

That explains why Haechan's furiously throwing his clothes into the baggage in order to calm down before whatsoever he's about to face while planning out a strategy to talk things out with you before the trip.

Surely, his ego's too big to apologize that quick but at the same time, he wasn't petty enough to spoil the atmosphere during the trip, the gang didn't deserve that.

And so with one last cloth thrown into his luggage, he seals the zip and grabs his car keys from the side table with a new-found determination to resolve the conflict before the traveling that's going to take place in three hours to four from now.

Haechan's going to make it right and he'd make sure of it.

You weren't expecting Haechan's visit at the same time you aren't shocked that he's entered your private space with no prior notice, you'd given him the spare keys afterall.

"Y/n, we need to talk"

You hear him close behind you but you pay no mind, continuing to walk back and forth from your wardrobe to your bed, where your package lay spread out, folded in a neat manner and ready to be put inside the luggage you'd get along for your vacation later that evening.

"Y/n, I said we need to talk." Haechan says with a lot more sternness than before, his voice octaves lower than his usual bubbly voice.

"I think the talking can wait until later, Donghyuck." you reply with a flat tone, calling out his governmental name in order to irk him up.

"No it can't. Speak it out, love. Let's resolve this now" He reached out to hold your forearm to turn you around so that you're facing him, the look of distaste on your face adding up to his rotten mood.

"What's there to talk about, Hyuck? I'd told you time and time again that i don't like you around her and what do you do? Go hang out with her! Oh to have a boyfriend who actually listens to you" you peel yourself away from him as though his touch disgusts you.

It didn't.

It's just the courage that you'd gathered up to make sure you'd ask for forgiveness on call before the trip was all thrown out of the window due to Haechan's surprise visit. With him in front of you right now, you could do nothing but blurt out the words coming up first without censoring it and you were aware of that.

That Haechan's ready to put up a fight.

"She just so happened to be in the group, Y/n i told you that a hundred times already"

"And she just so happened to be the same person who'd been nothing but rude to me because you chose me over her, totally understandable" you reply in sarcasm.

"What do you expect me to do then? Ask Sungchan not to bring her along?" He replied with the same venomous tone you carried, slowly growing tired of this pointless argument.

"No, Haechan. I would've appreciated it if you'd come and told me yourself that she was there! I hate that I had to find it out from Jaemin who didn't even know I was kept in the dark from that information! That made me feel like I knew little to nothing about you!"

"You know that's not true, princess.." Haechan answered with a softer tone, feeling guilty at the fact that your voice had grown smaller and smaller with each passing word.

"I do not know what's true at this point, Hyuck. I don't even know if you love me enough to let me what's going on in your life at this point."

"Don't cross the line, Y/n."

His voice goes back to the sternness it first carried as a warning. Getting mad at him for not informing you things is one but questioning his love was another. That's not a topic up for speaking.

No one can question his feelings, which is so genuine that if a stranger were to walk past the couple you two make they'd know from the first look that Haechan's head over heels for you. He'd kill anyone for you, that's how much he loves you.

"I'm crossing the line? Me? Are you sure, Donghyuck? Because from how I remember it, you did it the first time by hanging out with your girlfriend's enemy without her knowing! Do you even know what would've been my possible thought process at that time?" You ask furiously,

Haechan was dubious to pose out an answer, so he just let you continue your rant.

"Do you know how i felt when i saw the story you'd put up with her right next to you being all clingy? How I felt when you didn't pick up my calls or reply back to my texts when I tried reaching out for some sort of assurance that whatever you have with her is platonic and that you're still mine? How i felt when Jaemin was going on about how much she'd been laughing at all you were doing and how you'd enjoyed the reaction?" Your voice quivers the more you continue.

"The answer is no. You don't know anything so just, stop trying to spoil this trip for me and let's take a break. We need it."

"Break?" Haechan inquires with extreme shock evident in his voice.

"Yes, a break. Maybe that'll help you realise who you actually have feelings for."

"Y/n that is so uncalled for, you're making a mountain out of a molehill! Why are you making such a big deal out of this?" You flinch at the sudden raise in his voice which had your knees buckle due to the loudness, which, for that matter, you'd heard only once before when you were being careless with dangerous kitchen tools.

"This is a whole load of bullshit, doll. Do you not trust me enough?" Haechan nears you, his voice dropping low due to frustration, hurt, and disbelief. He'd never seen you be this petty before.

You back away with each of his step forward, "Maybe I don't! Which is why i think i deserve a bre-"

"Come again?" He strides closer, his gaze growing darker, more stern, angry, with each step. In an utter furious state as you for starters, were questioning his feelings. And now had been questioning your trust for him.

"I said I don't know if I trust you enough now, Haechan! I'm telling you i need a brea-"

"Enough!" He took one last step and you'd had no space between you and him, with the wall behind you acting as a barrier to block you from escaping.

The sudden act of force posed to your body by Haechan practically slamming you onto the wall made your back and the back of your head hurt from the impact, and a groan escapes your lips, but all the softness was long gone from Haechan's features as he didn't show any signs of inquiring if you're okay or not.

No.

He seemed like he would murder you if you'd dare speak up now. You'd successfully pushed his last button.

"You're being over dramatic, darling. One, don't act as though you've never hung out with the guys I'd specifically asked you not to. Two, yes, i hung out with her and so what? Was it a date? Was I the only one there alongside her? No. It was a group meeting that, for a matter of fact, I'd invited you to join but what did you do? You said you didn't want to tag along."

"What's gotten into you, doll. You've never reacted this way before" Haechan reaches out to caress your cheeks, which made you flinch at the contrast of his actions, his words and his expression at that point of time.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you." You don't. Which resulted in him harshly grabbing your chin, tilting it up to see a slight quiver on your lips.

"And speak up. You seemed to have a lot to question just a moment ago, what happened now?" See, this is exactly what you hated. That one way or the other, he'd have you cornered, feeling small with him clearly making it evident who has the upper hand.

"Nothing, Haechan. Nothing happened. I did have a lot to question and i still do, don't think i'd get scared of you by you acting all barks and no bites. I still need a fucking break why don't you understa-!"

The grip he had on your chin tightened, his other hand raised in reflex, hovering in the air as though it's ready to strike you any minute.

"Know your limits, Y/n. This is pointless and if you're still sane enough to be considered the Y/n i started dating then you'd know you're being irrational and it's starting to fuck me up."

"And? You're going to hit me for that? You think i'm not the Y/n you started dating? You're no less than me, Donghyuck!" You try pushing at his shoulders in order to create space, that only makes Haechan drop his hands from your chin to your hands, pinning it to the walls, hard enough to prevent any movement.

"I'm not going to hit you, doll. You know that." Haechan sighs.

"Do i? Do I really?" You're practically shaking part from fear, part from anxiousness and part from the fact that you know you're making things harder to settle down.

"I'm telling you, it was nothing but a harmless hangout and I'm sorry for not letting you know, but..can we just move on? Forget this? This is so pointless."

"Must be pointless enough for you, Hyuck. Not for me. I mean it when i say i need a fucking break or else I'll make shit even worse. I'm heading over to Jeno's, meet you at the campsite." You jerk yourself away from Haechan's vice grip. Giving him one last look with those broken eyes of yours, you head over to your luggage and grab it, before heading out of the door in a quick movement, preventing Haechan from even blurting out the first syllable of your name.

When he hears the door slam all the way from the living room, he loses it.

"Goddammit, why did you decide to act up now of all times."

You're actually happy the group is big enough to take two travel vehicles because you didn't bump into Haechan after that heated argument you had back at the apartment.

You, Jeno, Jaemin, Mark and Jisung went out in one car while Renjun, Chenle, Shotaro Haechan and Sungchan followed close behind in the second vehicle.

You'd almost completely forgotten about all that took place with the guys constantly cracking out jokes, lame one considering Jeno, Mark and Jisung's dynamic had been put together to make this really chaotic, pointless yet hilarious conversations.

"No, dude literally. Sung has a point! Waffles literally are just pancakes with abs-Y/n stop giving me that look" Mark tries justifying.

"Mark, you're making my head hurt please stop." Jeno lets out a sneer from the driver's seat while Jaemin, who's seated beside you, pats your head in pity. "I go through this all day every day, love. You'll get used to it eventually. If you don't, though, we'll plan a strategy to just lock Mark up in a freezer or something."

"Seems like a plan to me" you shrug at Jaemin, leaning down to rest your head on his shoulder as your neck had started to cramp from the funny positions you'd craned it in to get into a comfortable position.

Jaemin welcomed you with a gleeful squeak, pulling you closer by snaking his hands between your body and the seat to wrap it around your waist which only made things more comfortable for you.

A tiny nap before the actual escapade wouldn't hurt now, would it?

"Guys! Chenle's on facetime! Say hiiii!" you hear Jisung say in a sing-song voice, but you did nothing to get up to greet the lad, instead snuggling closer to Jaemin when you felt his other hand come up to your head and thread through the tresses. You let out a sound of appreciation which made Jaemin's chest rumble from the chuckle he'd let out.

"Oh man! I wanted to show Y/n this cool beetle we caught."

Haechan, already sour from the incidents prior, had been uncharacteristically quiet. When inquired about he'd say "Ah, i didn't sleep at all last night so I'm feeling a little blue". The boys had granted him permission to just recharge and sit back while they made the road trip spicy.

Obviously, Chenle wanted to show off to his best friend that he could still be the life of the party with or without Jisung's presence and so decided to facetime the guy.

Curiosity strikes Haechan at the sound of the younger's idea and sits up straight in order to look into Chenle's screen while still making sure he is out of the frame.

"Y/n's asleep?" Renjun inquires from Chenle's other side, peeping into whatever's being displayed on the screen. The image of you all cuddled up with Jaemin filling it up.

Haechan could do nothing about it, other than fume silently in anger while the guys coo at your cuteness, "You need to wake her up soon though, we're 5 minutes away from the cabins," Sungchan says from the driver's seat.

"I'll just carry her out, I'm pretty sure I'll be sent to the depths of tartarus if I woke up this sleeping beauty. " Jaemin hushes with a lopsided grin and Haechan well, seemed like he'd rupture any moment.

Hypocrite.

You'd woken up minutes before reaching the destination due to the rocky ride.

Jeno had decided to derail at the last minute, exclaiming he'd found a shortcut to the place when in all reality, it was a longer route. You weren't complaining though.

The view change definitely helped you calm your wits, almost as though you never were in a bad mood so you'd decided to leave that behind for your city life and just decided to go with the flow of nature from this point forward.

And you'd only silently hoped your boyfriend would've been doing the same.

"You okay, princess?" you snap your head to look at Jaemin who'd broken you out of your trance. "Yeah, why'd you ask?" you reply, smiling at him.

"You seemed a little lost..?" he states almost as though questioning himself whether they're the right choice of words. "Oh? I guess I'm just in awe of the view, it's ethereal" you look out of the window once again, Jaemin following you suit.

"You're in awe of the view when you get to see yourself in the mirror everyday? Wow." Jaemin smiles at you with a teasing glint evident on his face.

"Yo if Haechan would've been here you'd be spitting out your death rights" Jeno voices out with a chuckle. "Nah, Y/n would stop him from murdering me, I've got free will" Jaemin replies, shooting you a wink.

You smile at their tactics with a shake of your head and just hope to spread this same joy to Haechan, and apologize, and get it over with, just like how he'd wanted. You're thankful to have this time off from him, the boys helping you unknowing of your fight with Haechan.

You're going to make this right.

Sungchan and team reached first a few minutes away from the campsite near to where the cabins were located, oblivious to the fact that you guys had derailed.

Haechan hadn't spoken a word ever since he saw his girlfriend all over his best friend, much to Renjun's dismay.

Renjun didn't bother inquiring though, no matter how enthralled he'd been, he kept quiet to himself because from the looks of Haechan's face, there is a high chance that his neck would be snapped if he tried talking to the lad.

Haechan still didn't utter a word even while helping unload the trunk as he'd not want to come of as a useless ticking time bomb so he decided to power work and lend an extra hand, also being the first to stomp his way towards the cabin he'd be sharing with you, mindful to not lock it incase you'd arrive.

Oh now you owe him an apology, alright.

You'd reached not that long after the first group of guys.

You were a little disappointed that the pretty motions of the trees flying past you had come to a static. But nevertheless, content at the sight of nature all surrounding you.

You make your way towards the cabin you'd be residing in after the guys constantly insisting that they do not need your help and that you deserve to rest up.

You open the door without thinking much, a smile of bliss apparent on your face only for it to morph into a petrified look at the sudden moment of you being pulled into the room and the door aggressively being slammed shut. "Ah!"

"Did you have fun?" You open your eyes to see Haechan, a little too intimidating for you to keep an eye contact, talk to you with a smirk on his face.

"I asked did you have fun, doll face, i need my answer to that" his other hand comes up to your cheeks, caressing it just like how he'd done this morning, this time, with much more softness that before which had a sick feeling boil up at the pit of your stomach.

"H-huh?" you question, genuinely confused on what he's talking about.

"Was it fun having full attention of your boyfriend's best friend? Was it fun throwing yourself completely at him? Hm?" His gaze darkens, scaring you a little, "Haechan what are you on-"

"Save it. Strip."

Haechan orders while walking away towards the bed after making sure he'd shut the bolt tight to prevent anyone from barging in.

He seats himself down dead in the middle of the bed, waiting for you to comply with a raise of his eyebrows. "Hyuck, let's talk this-"

"Talking things out with you had never been an option, love. I need to show you who's in charge here all over again. So, be quick, strip before i do it myself." His voice carried a threatening tone to it, which stopped from rebelling against his words, knowing you'd just be digging your own grave then.

You slowly reach out to the buttons of your shirt with trembling hands, unbuttoning them one after the other at your own pace which seemed to slow for Haechan. "Faster. Leave the skirt on."

Haechan puts out his next order, leaning forward to rest his elbows over his knees, his eyes following the moment of your hands which were now tugging your shirt away from your body.

"Oh, Y/n..You were all over Jaemin, your body flush against his when you'd worn no fucking bra inside the shirt?" oh no..

"Drop to your knees."

"Hyuck, listen to-"

"I'd not talk if i were you, darling. Do not fucking speak unless spoken to or you're just going to make things worse for yourself. Drop." He said with a lot more sternness and venom, the tone in his voice almost making it seem like he's disgusted with your entire being.

Oh how the tables have turned.

You do as he said and drop to your knees, not caring of the fact of how your knees scrape against the wooden tiles. "Crawl up to me."

You don't fight it, your entire being wanting to shrink and just disintegrate into dust from all the embarrassment you're being put through which, weirdly, only added to the growing arousal between your legs.

You slowly crawl up to him, not too slowly, being mindful not to piss him off any further. The uncomfortable feeling on your knees and the stickiness gathering on your panties were given a blind eye as your main goal remained to not tick Haechan off anymore.

"Good girl.. So you can follow orders when asked to, huh?" you somehow managed to make out that he wasn't really posing the question at you so you decide to stay silent, eyes on his shoes and your hands on your knees.

If you were to describe the look Haechan carried the exact moment with you kneeled down in front of him, you'd describe it as one that the hunter carries while his prey falls right into his trap. You felt small.

"Look at me, doll" He leans forward further as you silently look up at him.

A fond smile makes its way onto Haechan's features at your subtle innocence. He reaches out to grip your chin in a firm yet soft grip, tilting your head further up. "How pretty.."

His palm engulfs your entire face as you lean into his warmth, forgetting ever so slightly about the grave trouble you'd gotten yourself in. His fingers trail up the side of your face, the thumb soothing your lips. A firm press following right after in a silent order, you comply.

You open your mouth a little wide for Haechan to slip his digits in, which he does. You raise your gaze higher to look at him before wrapping your lips around his fingers, sucking it as though your life depends on it.

"It's a pity I have to ruin you so that you'd know just how bad you've been." he growls, pulling you up with a sharp tug of your chin as you lift yourself off the ground and onto Haechan's lap while he crashes his lips on yours.

You let out a whimper as the rushed kiss you two share, your hands finding home at Haechan's shoulder to keep yourself anchored, only for him to grab both your hands and lock it behind your back with his own.

The kiss is messy, very sloppy, rushed and anyone crazy enough to be watching it would know who has the upper hand as Haechan lowers his lips to your jaw, scattering red-purple marks all over. His free hand goes up to your hair, brushing the strands out of the way in a very contrasting manber from his roughness at your jaw.

He makes a makeshift ponytail out of your hair and yanks it back hard enough to expose more of the neck as you let out a sound of pain. "Haechan, slow down p-.. Please" you whine out

"Don't fucking tell me what to do, love." He bites particularly hard at your soft spot, making you bite down hard on your lips to stop any extremely loud, pornographic sounds from escaping your throat.

Haechan wasn't having any of that bullshit.

With a swift move, you're under him. Your panties are long thrown somewhere behind your boyfriend, your skirt still in place but lifted up to your torso to expose your glistening flower to him.

You felt helpless.

All exposed to him, all worked up from just a short make out, eyes blown out from pleasure and neediness. You must've looked pathetic in his eyes.

"Please.." you beg for nothing in particular, just getting the sudden feeling to be Haechan's good little girl else he would snatch away all your source of pleasure with just a blink of his eyes.

"Hm? Please what, darling?" His fingers graze over your wetness, letting out a smug 'tsk' as your essence spread all over his fingers.

"Pl-please!" you choke out and the feeling of his warmness touching you where you needed him the most, slightly embarrassed at how sensitive you'd gotten just from a little manhandling from his end.

"Go further than just a mere please, Y/n. Or is it that you're already too far gone to say shit that's coherent?" he thumbs at your clit with all the wetness that's collected.

"Good. I like you just like that. Dumb, needy and an obedient little girl. Will you be nice throughout your punishment and not make it harder for the both of us, love?"

You moan out in reply when you feel a slender finger of his slip into your hole with ease. "Yes! Yes, I'll be good, just please.." you whine in submission. "Please don't stop.." you become breathless pretty quick.

"Oh I won't, doll face. Don't worry about that." Haechan states as though he has something planned for you, which is part true. But he also wouldn't dare stop as he watches your expressions morph into a state of bliss.

"Haechan..!" you jolt when he inserts a second finger, picking up speed, which pulled you dangerously close to your first high.

"Oh my? Cumming already? I thought you were better than this, babe" He talks as though he isn't just drilling his digits into your wetness.

The adding of pressure on your clit was the last string to topple you over to the edge, your hips lifting high off the bed, eyes screwed shut as you indulge yourself in pleasure, only for you to choke out a cry when you feel Haechan throw a hand over your hip, pinning to the bed, his head now between your legs, lapping out the last bits of your orgasm.

"Hyuck, wait! I'm sensitive!" you reach out to place your hand on top of his head, not sure whether you want to pull him closed or tug his head away.

You feel his lips form a smirk, his free hands moving down to insert digits in you while his tongue worked magic on your clit.

"That's the point, darling. Now stay put or I'll make sure you come more than just twice."

You pull yourself out of your dilemma and tug him closer, hearing him mumble out a "good girl" against your clit.

There's something so sinful about the squelching sounds of his fingers driving in and out of you, the way he laps at your clit, making sure to slurp all your essence up which had the knot tighten at the bottom of your stomach once again. "Close again?"

"Uh-huh!" you let out in a screechy voice that would've had you cringing if you weren't so far gone into pleasure. You hear a growl from below you, the last anchor being left off the hook.

"Good, let go for me."

And you oblige. You twitch in overstimulation as Haechan slurps up your essence all over again, leaving you drained, tired and twitching beneath him.

Haechan pulls himself up once he's satisfied enough, his chin glistening, a lopsided grin present on his face, "Taste yourself for me" He mutters quickly before clashing his lips onto yours while he keeps himself hoisted with one hand, the other working on removing his jeans.

He shifts your position again after quickly making a move of discarding his shirt across the room, leaving him to be as bare as you.

Haechan pulls you up, making you sit up as he watches you basically drool over his shaft, his smirk only growing wider with pride. "Hungry for more, babe?"

You nod enthusiastically, not trusting your voice. And you thank the lords as Haechan didn't force you to speak up this time, "Then you have to work for it, darling. Go ahead, ride me."

You waste no time and get to work, shocking both yourself and the lad at your tireless nature as you pump him a few times before aligning his member along your entrance, you don't plan on going slow as you just sit yourself down, engulfing him completely inside you, earning a satisfied groan from Haechan.

Haechan brings his hands to rest them upon your hips as you slowly lift yourself up once again, reaching out to hold his shoulder for support before easing down, you feel his thighs twitch underneath you.

"Oh love, you're amazing" Haechan praises you as you bounce to keep the motion going, picking up the pace to make him feel better as his fingers dig into your sides.

"Hyuck.."

You soon grow tired though, your legs giving out from tiredness, causing you to slow down, "Hyuck, i can't.. I-i'm tired" you almost let out a sob.

"Aw my, my poor baby.. Too bad, i can't help you here, love. Work for the pleasure, work to please me, come on, don't disappoint me all over again, doll"

You let out an actual cry out of desperation, using the last bit of strength you could muster up to keep the action going, gasps and breaths of exasperation leaving you with each bounce.

The look of complete submission, wanting to please him and determination made Haechan growl as he feels you clenching around his members, making him unintentionally buck his hips up to meet your hips in the middle, earning a yelp from you.

"Haechan, I'm close..pl-please" you cry out louder with each of yours and Haechan's hip moment, the melanin of his skin covered in sweat, glistening in the dimly lit cabin, his face morphed into that of utter bliss and the sinful sounds he let out makes you grow frantic.

"I can feel it, darling. I can feel it. I'm close too. Let go for me"

You cum with a loud cry, as your actions seize up completely to help you calm down. You jump when you feel his palm come in contact with your ass,

"I asked you to cum, baby. Not to stop. Keep moving just a little bit more, I'm almost there" He growls at you, both his hands finding refuge on your ass.

"I can't, I really can't! Hyuck,-" You cry out real cries, fresh tears falling out,

"Move." Haechan commands paying no attention to your pleas. After all, this is your punishment.

You bounce up slowly again, your entire lower body protesting in pain, as you sob, working up the heat beneath once again.

The sight Haechan got pulled him ridiculously close to his high, your hair disheveled, tears running down your face, sobs leaving your throat as you try your hardest to keep moving.

Haechan wanted you to come one last time..

So the moment he felt himself twitch inside you, he removes one hand from your bottom and brings it to rub your clit in rapid motions. You're sensitivity getting the best of you as you drop down on him completely with a cry loud enough you're pretty sure the others heard you.

You both end together, with a loud growl escaping Haechans throat as he lazily thrusts up to ride his high out, immediately stomping when he hears your cries and how you've shut your legs tightly close

"It's okay, it's over, baby, you did so well.." he's quick to pull you into a warming embrace, cooing at you, wiping your tears away.

He doesn't speak up for a while, humming soft tunes to calm you down.

"Hyuck.. Listen I'm sorry-" you start with a hoarse voice.

"Shh, no. You don't have to apologize for anything, just rest up, hm? I'll wake you up before dinner"

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magnoliabloomfield · 3 years

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Chapter 1: The Princess Arrives

Structure. Maybe it was because he was a builder that he liked that word so much. He built structures, he knew how make four walls and a roof that wouldn’t come down on anyone’s head, he knew how to build a seat that wouldn’t give out under anyone’s weight, and he knew how to maintain it all and make it last. The small world he lived in demanded order and structure for everyone’s well being. Without it they would be sleeping on the ground, starving, and losing their minds. And if one cog in that machine didn’t turn as it should it affected every other part. Yes, the Glade had to be a well oiled machine functioning everyday as it should.

Thankfully there were no outside forces that tried to thwart that. The doors opened in the morning, they closed at night, and the box came every month. You could tell time by the Glade and its unchanging rhythm. After three years Gally knew it like his own heartbeat. He knew the answer to every problem that could crop up in his bit of the machine. He was good enough to be the Keeper of the builders at least. Maybe that’s why it hit him hardest of all.

Box day came like all the others before it, predictable and precise. But then the heart of the Glade skipped a beat and Gally’s own did too for the first time. Because in that box was something they would never recover from.

A girl.

That was the worst thing that ever could have come up in the box. The boys would lose their minds, they’d become distracted and competitive and the machine of the Glade would come to a rusty, grinding halt. Gally could see the writing on the walls: this was going to be bad.

She wasn’t awake, she was laying there almost peacefully and all the gladers remained eerily and unexpectedly silent, like they were waiting for someone to jump out and say it was all a joke and take her away, or if they stared at her long enough the mirage would fizzle out and it actually would be a boy like it was supposed to be. Alby and Newt carefully lowered themselves into the box so they wouldn’t startle her and Newt hesitantly checked for a pulse, letting out a breath as he nodded to say she was alive. Gally ran a hand over his mouth, feeling anxious but not wanting to look it.

She woke up slowly from a sleep she didn’t know she’d fallen into. Her eyes stared straight up at the sky before they started to focus on things like Newt and Alby and a whole crowd of boys looming above her. Gally waited for the scream, for the crying, shuck, even boys had screamed and cried when they came up. But she didn’t. She tried to sit up and winced, placing her palm over her eye and rubbing like her head hurt.

“You’re okay,” Newt said to her from where he knelt beside her.

“Do you remem-“ Alby started to ask her but was silenced by her holding up one finger.

“Just… give me a minute,” she requested as she pressed both palms to her forehead and brought her knees up toward her chest.

“Sure, no rush,” Newt assured her softly, earning a small glare from Alby who was more impatient and less coddling than him.

“Enough gawking, if you’re not a keeper get back to work,” Alby ordered the boys standing around whispering to each other and stifling giggles behind their fists.

Gally narrowed his eyes and shook his head at them. Weak willed hormonal morons. They were all shucking doomed. Slowly the boys began to shuffle off, the ones catching Gally’s glare wiping the smirks from their faces and moving even faster. He sighed to himself knowing their work was going to suck if it got done at all.

Gally stood around with the other keepers, his arms crossed as they all waited for whatever would happen next. The girls hands came away from her face and she held one out in front of her, seeing the tremors running through it and making it shake before she clutched her knees and took a deep breath.

“Okay… now, what?” she sighed, looking up at Newt and Alby, her eyes squinting in the sun.

She was cute, of course she was cute, she couldn’t ruin their lives if she wasn’t cute, Gally thought to himself as he looked away from her.

“Do you remember anything?” Newt asked her nicely.

She zoned out on the middle ground ahead of her and let a breath out through her lips. “Water is wet, the sky is blue, that kind of stuff. I can’t even remember my name,” She said, her shaking hands pushing her hair back from her face as that realization set in.

“It’s ok, it’s alright,” Newt did a good job of keeping her calm. “That happens to everyone who comes here. Sad to say that’s normal. Most of us eventually remember our names at some point though, so don’t worry too much.”

“So if I were to ask you where we are and why we’re here you wouldn’t even know?” she asked as she turned to him, causing him to rock back on his heels a little bit.

“Unfortunately that is correct,” Alby spoke up, earning her attention. “But we will tell you everything we do know, starting with the fact that… you’re the very first girl to come here in three years. So we kind of have a lot to talk about.”

She squinted up at him for a beat before asking “Am I dreaming?”

“I bet you would think being the only girl in a crowd of boys would be a dream,” one of the other keepers said, drawing those eyes of hers to him.

“Nightmares are dreams too,” she pointed out.

Gally felt the corner of his mouth twitch like he might have chuckled at that.

She got out of the box on her own, climbing onto a drum of drinking water and then the rest of the way. Alby and Newt took a hand to get out and Gally figured the girl wasn’t keen on being touched just yet if ever. They let her have her way. They set off for the gathering room, the girl carefully encircled by the keepers to either keep her from running off or keep anyone from running up to her. Alby yelled for someone to go unload the rest of the box and the girl flinched.

She wasn’t as short as Gally expected a girl would be, but of course she was a lot shorter than him. At least not all the boys were that much taller than her which might tip things in her favor slightly if anything were to happen. Gally would have to pay attention to how intimidating he was now. It was never an issue with the boys, it was quite essential in fact. If they weren’t a little scared of someone then nothing would get done. But just looking at her he could tell that he absolutely could overpower her without breaking a sweat, and she would most definitely put that together too, so he had to make sure he never gave her a reason to think he actually would.

They started the gathering with the basic Greenie intro to the Glade. This was usually handled by one person who took the greenie on a tour around the Glade, but this was not the usual greenie. Gally was actually glad she was out of sight of the boys who were supposed to be working.

He rested his elbows on his knees to keep his leg from jumping nervously as Alby and Newt explained the basics and each keeper explained what they did. Gally kept his eyes down, unintentionally staring through the spot where her feet were. As the builder he was running through all the work he would have to do, he’d have to build a safe place for her to sleep and wash up, how exactly was he going to do that, he’d never had to do that before. When Alby called his name he was almost startled. He looked around and found everyone looking back at him, including the girl. It must be his turn.

“I’m in charge of the builders. Pretty self explanatory,” he stated, holding her gaze for as long as he could manage. It wasn’t long.

“You’ve been surprisingly quiet, Gally,” Newt pointed out, looking at him curiously.

Gally didn’t like the attention. “Well, I am the one who has to do the most about this situation,” he pointed out. “Yes, she needs her introduction to this place, but while you’re telling it to her I’m sitting here thinking of how I’m going to build a safe place for her to sleep and to wash up. I’m thinking up the plans now so I can get to work first light and just maybe she’ll have a place to sleep by sundown tomorrow. So what are we going to do for her tonight?”

Alby pinched the bridge of his nose as his face scrunched up, realizing that they had lot of work ahead of them. When Gally had finished his rant he thought the girl was sitting a little smaller in her seat.

“The gardening shed,” Newt blurted. “Remember the time the rakes fell over? We couldn’t get in, you had to take the door off. There’s no windows either. It’s not the best accommodations but on short notice at least it’s a place where no one can get in.”

Gally had started nodding, remembering exactly what Newt was talking about and it was a good idea, at least for one night. “We’ll move out some of the tools and put a cot in,” Gally thought aloud.

“She can take mine,” Minho volunteered.

“Are you sure? Aren’t you running tomorrow?” Newt pointed out.

“Yeah,” Minho shrugged. “Maybe one of the other runners will let me use his cot, but I can’t volunteer anyone else’s but my own. Besides, it’ll be one night, two tops with Gally working on it.”

Gally was surprised to hear him say something vaguely nice about him. But most of all he was planning, drawing blueprints in his mind of the safest, most anti-boy structure he could possibly make. He was going to put the Princess in the tower.

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masterjedilenawrites · 3 years

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hey, could you do a fic on how would the bad batch react to Omega's first period? idk if you've done it already, but i love your writing and you describe the characters really well!

I haven't actually written for Omega yet so I'm excited to dive into this one! Definitely love the single dad energy (x5... because in this house we pretend Crosshair was never left behind and it's the big happy family we all deserve)

Omega & The Bad Batch | 1.3k words

Omega closed her eyes in an effort to stop the wave of anxiety that rose in her chest. But when she reopened them, she was met with that scary red stain again.

She was so confused. She didn't remember getting hurt. She wasn't in any pain. Where was this blood coming from? And how was she going to get it to stop? She really didn't want to have to tell the team about this. They already worried about her over every little thing. If she could just figure out what was wrong first....

A sudden knock at the refresher door startled her. Her heart raced as she heard Hunter on the other side.

"Omega? You alright in there?"

She could hear the concern in his voice and it made her panic. She quickly flushed the toilet and fumbled with her clothes.

"Uh, yeah... yeah, I'm okay, Hunter... Everything's fine. Almost done!"

Hunter wasn't fooled. He rarely was, much to her annoyance.

"Omega," he said evenly, "if there's something wrong, you need to let me help you."

"Nothing's wrong!" she said quickly, starting to turn in circles, unsure what else to do. She should probably put something down there to stop the bleeding, right? Until she could figure out what else to do about it.

"You're hurt, I can tell..."

She was unrolling a wad of toilet paper and paused as she remembered the Sergeant's heightened senses. There would be no hiding this. But she would have to try anyway.

She unlatched the refresher door, letting it swoosh open to reveal Hunter's hardened gaze looking down at her. She quickly stepped out and started making her way around him toward her bunk, careful to keep the toilet paper out of his eyesight.

"I'm not hurt. See? Everything's fine. Just using the fresher like everyone does. No big deal."

Her scene with Hunter was starting to attract the attention of the others. Tech and Echo peered down the hall from their seats in the cockpit while Crosshair and Wrecker paused their daily weapons cleaning to watch.

"You're hiding... toilet paper," said Crosshair, perceptive as ever.

"And I know you're bleeding," said Hunter. "What did you do?"

Omega paused just below the ladder up to her little room. His comment made her snap. Why was he always assuming she was getting into trouble? It didn't matter that she'd been with them a few years now and had more than proven herself as an equal member of the squad. He was still suspicious and way too over-protective.

"I said I'm fine, Hunter!" she shouted. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

She climbed the ladder as forcefully as she could and threw the little curtain closed. She wasn't sure why she felt so angry, so emotional. It'd been like this for a few days now, where even the smallest things frustrated her, and she hated she couldn't control it. She didn't want any of them to think of her as a child anymore and these emotional outbursts certainly weren't helping. She clutched the toilet paper to her face and cried softly in it, forgetting about her little predicament for the moment.

On the other side of curtain, Hunter had moved to follow her up the ladder with an exasperated call of her name, but Tech stopped him.

"Hunter," he called from the cockpit.

"She's hurt, Tech," Hunter huffed over his shoulder, one hand on a ladder rung. He need only go up one step before reaching eye level with the curtain.

"Yeah," agreed Wrecker, ready to follow after her as well. "We need to help her."

Tech shook his head. "The best way to help her in this case is to understand her."

Hunter and Wrecker paused in their journey to look back at their brother, holding up a holopad in his usual signal of having more information than them. They shared a look before reluctantly changing course to see what Tech had to say. Even Echo and Crosshair were leaning forward in curiosity.

"I started researching after Omega mentioned having pains in her abdomen yesterday. Coupled with her more sensitive emotions lately and the odd blemishes that have appeared on her face, I wondered if it wasn't all connected somehow."

Tech looked between all of them, dragging the explanation out as he always did, delighting in being the one to teach them something. Usually Hunter could ignore his brother's theatrics, but he was already on edge knowing Omega was hurt. He couldn't be so patient now.

"And?" he prompted with an annoyed furrow to his brow.

"There are a few explanations, but your mention of bleeding has confirmed my primary suspicion. Omega has started what is known as her menses."

The others only blinked in response. Tech held back a self-important smirk and continued to explain.

"You are all familiar with the concept of puberty, yes?"

They nodded slowly. Even with their accelerated growth, the clones had still experienced a degree of it.

"Well, with girls, it is accompanied by the start of their menstrual cycle, which is a process by which the body naturally discards the inner lining of the uterus, roughly every twenty-eight rotations. It is ultimately a sign that pregnancy has not occurred."

The air in the small space of the ship immediately became anxious as the others fully processed Tech's words.

"Oh."

"Uh...."

"Hmm."

"Oh my..."

Tech pushed his glassed up matter-of-factly, the only one unbothered by such things. "It's a natural bodily process for most female humans. And it does lead to the other symptoms we've been noticing from Omega. The cramps, the pimples, etc. All a normal part of the process."

"Is that true?"

It was Omega's voice that reached them, and they all turned to see her timidly standing nearby. It was clear she had overheard enough of Tech's lecture so that it wouldn't have to be repeated.

"It really is normal?"

"You know if Tech says so, then it must be true," said Echo with a friendly smile, the first to recover from the awkwardness, mostly to throw in a little jab at Tech.

Hunter found himself feeling guilty. Looking at how shy and scared Omega stood before them, he knew she was going to need their full support in figuring out this strange new part of herself.

"And it's nothing to be worried about," he affirmed, instinctually bending lower to face her, even though she was getting tall enough now where he didn't really need to do that. "I'm sorry I upset you earlier. I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

"I know," she said, wiping at her eyes. "And I'm sorry for yelling at you."

"So what do we do about it?" asked Wrecker. "She's just going to be bleeding forever?"

"Of course not," said Tech, his voice edged with annoyance. "Didn't you listen? It's a cycle. It'll run its course over the next several days, and then she'll be fine for about another month. It varies from person to person... In fact... You should probably have a calendar to track it, Omega."

While Tech got up to dig around in a chest of old holopads, Echo leaned over to look at the scans on the ship.

"There's an outpost only one short jump away, near a human-inhabited planet. Surely there will be some special supplies for this sort of thing there."

"And if you still need to blow off steam," said Crosshair, "we can test out that new blaster I got on those old clanker heads."

"Okay," said Omega, perking up with every offer of help from the boys. "I'm also kind of hungry..."

"I got you covered there, kid," winked Wrecker.

Hunter placed his hand on her shoulder. "We've all got you, Omega. We'll figure this out together."

She started tearing up again, only this time it was in relief. What had started as something scary and mysterious and embarrassing, had now turned into a rally of support and love from her team. Her family.

It also seemed like a great opportunity to be spoiled a little... She'd have to work on figuring that part out herself....

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