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#So i left her when she said that i pretty much stormed out the room and her mother asked me something while i tried to hold back tears
hazbinwhoree · 1 month
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Come Inside
Part 2/2
A/N: The heavily requested part two.
“Well you fucking did it,” (Name) announced, storming into the living room where Adam was watching TV. “Did what,” he asked, mouth full of the ribs he was eating. (Name) threw something at him.
“Hey!” he yelped, the small object bouncing off his shoulder. He picked it up and the world stopped for a moment. It was a pregnancy test. And it was positive.
“Are you fucking with me?” Adam asked after a moment. “Does that look like I am fucking with you?” She had a point. (Name) was watching him anxiously. Adam looked back at her. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“I… I don’t know. How do you feel?” “Like I made good on a promise,” Adam smirked. (Name) threw a pillow at his head. “This is serious!” “I am serious!” Adam protested. “I said I’d put a baby in you and I did. You had no fuckin’ objections when we were doing it.”
(Name) groaned, flopping onto the couch next to him. “You’re telling me that you are ready to be a dad?” Adam placed a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “You say that like it’s an insane notion. I knew the risks, I knew this was a possibility. I wouldn’t have taken the chance if I wasn’t ready for it.”
(Name) teared up.
“Oh, shit, do you not want this?”
(Name) shook her head. “No, it’s just the hormones and the fact you actually want to have a baby with me.”
Adam laughed, pulling her into his lap. “Of course I want to have a baby with you. I wouldn’t have a baby with anyone else. Well, Eve, but I never raised Cain and Abel. In fact I was a completely absent dad–” “Babe.” Adam laughed, thinking about it. “I don’t know if that’s funny,” (Name) said.
Adam cleared his throat. “Point is, you make me want to be a father so long as you’re the mother.”
“You’re not gonna leave me and the baby like you left Cain and Abel?”
“Babe, Eve had Cain and Abel like right before she cheated on me. I wasn’t fuckin’ sticking around. Those kids are a mess too–” he laughed. “One killed the other!”
(Name) rolled her eyes, punching his shoulder. “The things you find funny are so fucked.” “Yeah but you love me,” Adam cooed, licking her cheek. (Name) squealed. “I hate when you do that! Just kiss me like a normal person, asshole!” Adam cackled.
The first trimester, it still hadn’t become a permanent thought in Adam’s head that he was going to be a father.
The second trimester, it became much more real and they started considering baby names and preparing a nursery.
The third trimster, was really bad for (Name). She was constantly exhausted, sore, hungry but sick to her stomach. The baby really did a number on her. By the time nine months rolls around, (Name) is more than ready to get this child out of her.
“GET IT OUT OF ME!” She screamed after pushing once. “Push again!” the midwife encouraged. (Name) screamed as she did.
Adam watched on in horror. He wasn’t there to witness Cain and Abel’s births, so he had no idea how brutal and scary childbirth was. He stroked back hair off her sweaty forehead, letting her squeeze the life out of his other hand.
Every time she screamed, Adam lost his shit a little bit.
“And push!” With one final push and a pained yell, (Name) delivered their baby.
It was a baby girl.
Adam had been reconsidering his eligibility for fatherhood. But when the nurse cleaned their baby off and placed her on (Name)’s chest, Adam was determined not to ruin a good thing. He may not be looking forward to the responsibilities of a father, but he would take them on for your sake.
In the following weeks, he really tries to help with the baby equally, but he’s pretty bad at it. He’d offered to take a few night shifts but would sleep straight through the baby’s crying, leaving (Name) to go soothe her. But he learned how to prepare a bottle of milk, and he learned how to change dirty diapers.
To his surprise, he actually didn’t find it all that difficult to bond with his child. (Name) even caught him baby talking once, which he fervently denies.
Months go by, and their daughter surprises them with her very first word… “Fuck!”
(Name) is appalled, Adam thinks it’s hilarious. She berates Adam for setting a bad example for the baby, when she shocks them with her second word. “Bitch.” Clear as day. Adam picks their daughter up and praises her. (Name) hits Adam’s arm.
Adam does his best to be a good husband and father, and while he’s not great at it, he is a present father and a loving husband.
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wintersoldiersoul · 5 months
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Bucky x pregnant reader
Bucky started working from home and everything was great! You spend time together and made plans for Baby coming along but the longer Bucky stayed at home the more he hid himself away in his office working, and one day as your hormones kick in, you're feeling very emotional and just wanting cuddles from him, so you go to his office and ask him about coming to bed and cuddling and he just says he's busy he will be there soon and you say that he's been working all day and you haven't seen him and he ends up snapping at you and it makes you cry and you tell him that you don't want to see him for the rest of the night and storm away, after a while bucky can't concentrate on work because he made you cry and he comes to find you and when he finds you aren't in your shared bedroom he panics thinking you left him and he shouts and runs around the full house only to find you curled up sleeping on the bed in your baby's room and he carries you to bed and apologises and tells stark that he won't be working anymore until the baby is here and settled
I wanna carry his children so fucking bad. What who said that?
The day that you told Bucky you were pregnant was the best day of his life. He couldn’t believe that you, the love of his life, was carrying his child. You were going to make him a father, something he thought he’d never get to be. You were terrified to tell him, as the pregnancy wasn’t planned but the second he burst out in a wide grin, you cried. You were hoping that Bucky would be on the same page as you in terms of keeping it.
Within an hour, he had called Tony and asked for permission to work from home for the duration of your pregnancy. He wanted to keep an eye on you 24/7, especially since you were carrying his super soldier baby. He treated you like precious cargo, bringing you everything you wanted, carrying you when you complained about your feet hurting, and constantly giving you stomach and back rubs.
The two of you were in a state of complete bliss, setting up the nursery, picking out potential names, and going on shopping sprees for your future child. Bucky sobbed when you found out you were having a girl. He couldn’t believe it. “I hope she looks just like her mother,” he said, smiling.
You would often wake up in the morning finding Bucky’s lips pressed against your stomach, whispering to your unborn child. “Your mama is so pretty, you know. So kind, too. And oh my god, is she smart,” he would say, not realizing you were yet awake. “You’re so lucky because you have the best mom in the world.”
“Your daddy isn’t too bad either,” you said, announcing your presence. “I hope you have his eyes.” He smiled, moving up to kiss you gently.
Unfortunately, even though he was working from home and not going on missions, Bucky still had to work. He was tasked with a lot of research before the other team members would go out onto the field. He had to do all of the mission reports and put together briefings. And as luck would have it, 8 months into your pregnancy, the team was facing a big threat.
Bucky began to spend hours and hours in his office every day. He was trying to get it done as fast as possible but there was so much ground to cover. You could sense how stressed he was and you didn’t wanna bother him but you missed him dearly. And you were getting to the point where your bump was so big that you couldn’t even put on shoes yourself. You needed him. 
One night, you reached a point where your body was just begging for his touch. Not even sexually, though your hormones wouldn’t protest it, but you just needed him to cuddle you. You missed him whispering to your stomach, something that he didn’t even have the time to do anymore. You still hadn’t decided on a name for your daughter and you didn’t wanna stress him out but you missed sitting and talking for hours about all of the things you would do as a little family. The bottom line was that you were pregnant and you needed him. He could take a little break, right? You walked - more like waddled - to his office and knocked on the door. “Come in,” he called. You stepped inside and he looked at you, smiling. There you were, his beautiful girlfriend, stuffed full of his baby wearing one of his shirts. He looked so tired, dark circles hanging under his eyes. “How are my girls doing?” he asked, placing a kiss on your stomach. Even the small display of affection made you grin. You needed to be in his arms more than you’d ever needed anything.
“We miss you,” you pouted.
He sighed, rubbing his eyes. “I know. I’m sorry, beautiful. This mission is really kicking my ass and I’m not even going on it.” You felt so bad for how much stress he was under. He hadn't really relaxed in weeks and you had no idea when the last time he got more than 4 hours of sleep was. 
“Take a break, Buck. Please. I’m all hormonal and my back hurts and I just wanna be held by you.”
He looked at you with a sad expression. “I-I can’t. The team leaves in a couple days and I’m still trying to find out everything that I can about these guys.” 
“Please? Carrying your damn super-soldier daughter is making me feel all kinds of things. I just really need to cuddle for a little. I’ve been trying so hard to not bother you but I really need you to hold me right now, Buck.”
“Y/N,” he breathed, getting agitated.
“10 minutes,” you begged. You hated interrupting him but you had been so patient for so long. You just needed him right now. 
“I said I can’t!” he snapped, voice raised. “What don’t you get about that?” 
Your eyes welled with tears. “Oh,” you whispered quietly. “Well don’t worry about it cause I don’t wanna see you for the rest of the night anyway!” You walked out of the room as quickly as you could, slamming the door behind you. 
The second the words left his mouth, he regretted them. He didn’t mean to snap at you, he was just so incredibly tired. He was trying his best to finish all of his work so that he could go back to giving you all the love and attention that you wanted 24/7. He missed you so much, too. 
It took everything in him to not chase after you when you walked out the door. He wanted to hold you, to apologize, but he couldn’t. The sooner he finished this, the sooner he could just go back to loving you.
You started crying harder as soon as you left the room. Deep down, you knew he was so exhausted and stressed. You knew he didn’t mean to snap at you and that he probably felt awful about it. But your hormones were so intense that you couldn’t help the crying. You just wanted him. Your whole body was so tired from carrying a growing human inside of you and all you needed was for Bucky to make you feel better. But he couldn’t even do that. 
You went into the nursery, looking around at all the progress you had made. What had started as a blank room with no purpose was now full of life and love. This was the room that you were going to raise your daughter in.
Rubbing over your bump, you sat down on the floor. You felt a kick as you settled, something that had been happening frequently but a feeling that would never stop amazing you. “It’s okay, baby girl,” you said to your stomach, wondering if she could somehow sense your distress. “Mama just misses your Daddy right now,” you sniffled.
You were so tired. Growing a human, while something your body was meant to do, was fucking hard. You hadn’t been sleeping well the past few nights either, pains in your back preventing you from getting comfortable. You let your body relax, eventually curling up on the floor and closing your eyes, surrounded by the decorations that your daughter would hopefully love.
Bucky tried his hardest to go back to work, but it was impossible. He couldn’t believe he had made you cry. “Piece of shit,” he mumbled to himself. 
You were his entire world. You and the little baby in your stomach. His girls were so much more important than any job he could ever have. With a sigh he pushed himself out of his chair, desperate to wrap his arms around you.
“Baby, I am so so sorry,” he said walking into your bedroom. But he was met with an empty bed. He walked back out into the living room, wondering if he had somehow missed you on his way from the office. “Honey?” he called out when he still couldn’t find you. “Y/N?”
When he got no answer, he started to panic. You had left him. Packed your bags and gone somewhere else. You never wanted to see him again and you would never let him meet his daughter. He was a fuck-up and had burned everything to the ground. “Oh god,” he whispered to himself, trying to not fully break down. The exhaustion was getting to him. He couldn’t even think straight.
In a panic, he ran to the nursery, hoping that you hadn’t left it completely bare. He creaked open the door, expecting the worst. The lack of sleep was making him extremely paranoid. That’s when he saw your sleeping frame curled up on the floor. “Oh thank fucking god,” he breathed with relief. He sat down next to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind and rubbing your stomach. 
“Bucky?” You said after a minute, waking up.
“I’m here, honey. I’m so so sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I should have just gone to you when you needed me, I just-”
“You’re here now. That’s what matters,” you hummed, just happy to be in his arms.
“I’m done with this,” he affirmed. “I’m telling Stark I’m not working anymore til the baby comes. And for a while after that. He can dock my pay if he wants, we’re fine without it.”
“Buck, you don’t have to do that. I just really missed you.”
“I’m doing it. I miss my girls. More than anything.”
More tears fell from your eyes, but they were laced with happiness and love. “Thank you.”
“Let’s get you into bed, Sugar.” With ease, he lifted you up, not even phased by the weight of the human you were carrying. He set you down and tucked you in before changing into pajamas and sliding in next to you. “I love you so much. I can’t wait for our little girl to get here. I’m so sorry again. God, I just can’t express how much I love you.”
“I love you, too.” As you said the words, the baby kicked again, happy to have her parents reconciled. 
Bucky bent down and peppered kisses all over your stomach. “Come soon, Princess. We can’t wait to meet you.”
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motherjoel · 1 year
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arms tonite (joel miller/reader)
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summary: basically its YOU who gets stabbed by the baseball bat. joel isnt good with feelings. david does not exist david cant hurt anybody. a bit of angst and a bit of fluff. also LOOSELY based on arms tonite by mother mother
a/n: yawlllllll it has been a MINUTE but i am back for some tlou cause i just really wanted to write for these characters i love so very much. i apologize if the timing of their travel is fucked, i truly have no concept of geography so we can ignore that.
wc: 3.5k
warnings: just general tlou gore, nothin too bad
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You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment you fell in love with Joel Miller. But as you lay here, Joel's hands soaked in your blood as he attempted to stop it from pulsating out of your abdomen, you knew it was love that you were feeling. It was supposed to be simple. After your brief stay in Jackson, the two of you were supposed to take Ellie to the fireflies. Yet, nothing seemed to be simple these days, especially not around this girl.
In the amount of time the three of you had spent together, you developed an unbreakable bond. Ellie became a sort of surrogate sister to you- you’d lost your family when you were just a kid during the outbreak and you never had the chance to become a big sister. At least not for long. And then there was Joel. You weren’t quite sure what he meant to you yet, but you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t die for him. For both of them, really- a life without them wasn’t worth living. Of course, you never planned on telling them that.
The day started fairly nice- with Joel allowing Ellie to make her own decision about who would be taking her to the fireflies. Sure, you and Ellie would be fine with Tommy, but Joel had failed to consider the bond the three of you shared when making this decision. He was thinking of only himself and his fear- this is what you had told him last night after his fight with Ellie.
“What the hell was that?” you asked him after he stormed out of Ellie’s temporary room. 
“It was nothin’. Doesn’t concern you,” he replied, brushing past you as he made his way to the couch where he decided to set up camp for the night. 
“Um, it sure as hell does concern me, Joel. Are you seriously going to abandon us? After everything we’ve been through, after how much that girl trusts you, Joel!” you raised your voice a bit, trying to keep yourself from alerting Ellie upstairs. Those words stung him a bit. He didn’t see it as abandonment- he saw it as protection. After everything you went through together, he never once put himself first.
“She doesn’t know a thing about what this means,” Joel turned to you. “She- she’s just a kid, she-” he stopped himself, trying to gather himself. “I can’t bring her. I’m not capable, I’m slowin’ down and I just can’t. Do. It,” he exhaled, dropping himself onto the couch. 
“Wow,” you replied, softly sitting next to him. “You’re really underestimating yourself,” you sighed, Joel, lifting his face to look at you. “I mean, not only yourself but me, Joel. In case you’d forgotten, I’ve gotten myself through some tough shit. And Ellie? Man, she's the toughest kid I’ve ever met. Hell, she's one of the toughest people I’ve ever met,” you said, observing Joel’s worn face. “I mean… don't you think she at least deserves a choice?” you asked, hoping to convince Joel to come to his senses and realize who he was.
“I’ll take the couch. Bedrooms down the hall,” he grumbled before turning his back to you and lying down. There was nothing left you could say at this point, so you decided to spare yourself and make your way to the bedroom. The bed was pretty big. It could’ve fit two people.
The moment you saw Joel in the stables the next morning, you could feel your heart soar. Before he said a word, you knew he had made the right decision. The three of you squeezed onto the horse, Ellie sandwiched in the middle, and you were off. You and Joel sat in peaceful silence for a while, occasionally responding to Ellie’s rambling to show you were listening. Before you knew it, you were arriving at the so-called firefly base. 
“What the fu-” you started.
“Holy shit! Are those monkeys?” Ellie exclaimed, pointing at the crowd of animals before you.
“Must be from the old labs,” Joel muttered, a hint of interest in his voice
“Look at them go!” you giggled.
“First time seein’ a monkey?” Joel asked the two of you. 
“First time seein' a monkey,” you replied in unison, both awestruck. A smile crept onto Joel's face at this- the togetherness he felt in rare moments like this is what kept him going. 
You soon came across the fireflies symbol painted on a couple of signs, but no guards appeared nearby. You all dismounted the horse before making your way inside, guns drawn. You in the back, Joel in the front, and Ellie sandwiched between yet again. The building you came across was abandoned from the looks of it, with papers scattered about. 
“They just left,” Joel said, coming across a packing list among the scattered supplies. You suddenly heard a clang from another room, drawing your attention.
“Maybe not all of them,” you replied as the three of you carefully moved towards the sound. Your heart picked up its pace- whatever was in that room couldn’t be a firefly. Maybe a raider, you thought, which didn’t help your anxieties. Joel put a finger to his lips before opening the door, signaling for your silence. Relief rushed through you as you saw the source of the noise was just a few stray monkeys. It was only moments later that you heard voices- voices that certainly didn’t come from an animal. Peering out the window, the three of you saw a group of men, presumably raiders.
“Shit,” you murmured, instinctively grabbing Ellie’s arm.
“Out the back,” said Joel, leading the way for the three of you to make your escape. You ducked behind some sandbags for a moment before making your break to the horse. As Joel untied the horse, you heard footsteps quickly making their way over to you.
“Joel!” Ellie screamed as the man swung his bat at his head, hitting it on a tree and breaking it in two. While Joel dodged his attack you jumped on the man and banged him into the tree behind him before he knocked you back on your ass, banging your head on the ground. You’ve had your fair share of concussions, and you knew that's exactly what just happened to you. Joel quickly recovered from the first attack before grabbing the man, a wave of anger in his eyes as you’ve never seen before. His arm tightened around the man's throat, unrelenting in its strength. Struggle as he may, it wasn’t long before his neck was snapped. You remain on the ground, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you look at Ellie, shakily holding her gun. Her eyes darken as they shift down to your stomach. Your eyes follow hers and you finally see what she’s looking at. When the man hit the bat into the tree, it must've snapped in half. One half was on the ground a few feet away from you, while, unfortunately, the other half was buried in your stomach.
“Shit,” Ellie said, lowering her gun and walking over to you. Your hand reached down, adrenaline still pumping through your body, and you instinctively pulled the wooden piece out of your abdomen. You barely even felt it. Joel was silent the entire time, and you couldn’t quite tell what he was thinking. You threw it aside before noticing three more men coming your way. As fast as possible, Joel hiked himself up onto the horse and grabbed you while Ellie pushed from the ground before pulling herself up, you now sitting between the two. Joel didn’t let himself focus on the anxiety in his chest that blurred his vision- he needed to get you both to safety.
“Fuck,” you sighed, adrenaline wearing off a bit and pain seeping in. 
“Go!” Ellie yelled to Joel as you began to move. She grabbed her gun and shot backward at the men- she didn’t have the best aim, but it certainly deterred them from advancing anymore. Ellie kept peering over her shoulder, on high alert. If you weren’t putting all of your focus on staying conscious, you’d have noticed her slight tremble. You would have noticed Joel's body tense when your breathing slowed, his occasional glance over his shoulder. His erratic heartbeat as he tried to keep you talking.
“We’re gonna get back to Jackson and we’re gonna get some help,” Joel said over his shoulder. There wasn’t a hint of emotion in his voice- he was excellent at hiding how he truly feels. 
“No,” you uttered, using all of your strength.
“Sorry, no?” Joel questioned.
“Get her to the fireflies,” you whispered before your vision began to blur. Your lifeless body crumpled off the horse, Ellie attempted to hold on but it all happened too fast. The cold snow was stained red, the warm blood leaving your body melting the snow directly beneath you. Joel and Ellie quickly hopped down, one on each side of you. 
“Fuck fuck fuck,” Ellie panicked, hands shakily reaching towards your abdomen. 
“Ellie,” Joel said, voice laced with panic. He motioned for her to grab his pack while he placed his hands onto the wound, blood seeping through the gaps in his fingers. He had never felt so helpless in his life- at least, not since Sarah. That same shuddered breathing coming from a person he loves- he couldn’t bear it.
“Joel, what the fuck do we do,” she asked. Joel continued to silently work on packing your wound with an extra flannel he had in his bag.
“It’s ok,” you croaked. They immediately turned to you on the ground, almost stopping in their tracks. “Just help me to that house,” you said, motioning towards a house about 50 yards away. You were struggling to breathe under the pressure of Joel’s hands on your wound- it almost seemed useless, you were still losing blood like crazy. Joel tied the flannel around your waist to try to keep the blood from seeping out. Once he decided you were situated, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the house. When you arrived, they gently placed you at the entrance, Ellie staying with you while Joel made sure the house was clear. He returned to help you inside, lying you on an old mattress. You let out a small laugh as you got situated.
“What?” Joel asked, a hint of irritation in his voice. How could you be laughing right now?
“Don’tcha think it's kinda cute?” you asked as he fussed with your bandages.
“What’s that?” he asked gruffly, not exactly in the mood for your attitude.
“Oh, just that I might be dying in your arms tonight. I dunno, feels like a movie,” you said, your pale lips curling into a smile. He gave you a look, pausing briefly to peer into your eyes. You wordlessly pleaded with him to lighten the mood a bit, for Ellie’s sake. He didn't say a word.
“Joel, what the fuck do we do?” Ellie repeated herself in her panic.
“It’s ok. You guys go. Now,” you said. Joel's eyebrows furrowed at this. “You leave, go north. Go to Tommy.”
“Um, the fuck?” Ellie asked. “I don’t know what you think this is but we're not leaving,” Ellie said, frustration creeping into her voice. She looked hurt by this, and it broke your heart. Were you doing the same thing Joel had done just last night?
“The kids right,” Joel said as you turned to look at him. “You’re either comin' with us or we're all campin’ here for the night. No in-between” Joel finished. You pleaded to him with your eyes again, begging him to just give up on you. The two of them would be fine, you knew it. But you didn’t know the emotional toll it would have taken on the stubborn man in front of you. He was stubborn, but so were you. Only you didn’t get a chance to prove just how stubborn you could be before you couldn’t fight the darkness that crept into your vision. 
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You woke with a start the next morning. You often woke in a panic these days, but the feeling was only further cemented when you realized you didn’t quite recognize your surroundings. The only thing you could recognize was Joel’s eyes on you, which brought you some semblance of comfort. When he noticed you awake, he rushed to your side. As much as you could imagine Joel to “rush.”
“Hey, you uh, awake. You’re awake,” he said softly, trying not to wake Ellie asleep in the corner of the same dilapidated room you’d been in for a while now. 
“It would appear so,” you replied, attempting to sit up a bit.
“Hey, hey, relax,” he put his hand on your shoulder, urging you to lay back down. “Your infections bad. We managed to trade for some penicillin but it's not gonna be enough. We gotta figure out how to get you back to Jackson,” Joel said, lightly lifting your shirt to look at the wound.
 You cursed the heat rising to your face as Joel's fingers brushed your bare skin. You’d never been intimate like this before, though this was barely intimacy. He hadn’t ever touched your skin like this- with such delicacy. You were fragile to him at this moment, and you needed to be handled with care. You hated being a burden, but you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel nice to be taken care of for once.
You were too busy focusing on your own reaction to this gesture to notice Joels. His hands shook as he cared for your wound, wincing as he saw that it really wasn’t getting any better. He didn’t know what this meant- he wasn’t a doctor by any means, but he knew this wasn’t good. 
You were in and out of sleep throughout the next day or two, letting the dull, throbbing pain lull you into sleep. It hurt to watch Joel and Ellie worry about you, especially because there was nothing you could do to help. Your days felt numbered- the amount of penicillin was scarce and you weren’t feeling any better. You barely had the strength to keep your eyes open, much less speak. 
“Joel,” you managed to croak- you couldn’t even spare the energy to seethe at the pain pulsating throughout your body.
“Yeah, sweetheart?” he replied, kneeling next to you. He only called you sweetheart when he needed something- what did he need from you now? To live? “Whatcha need?”
“You’re special, you know that?” you whispered, a tear rolling down your cheek.
“And why is that?” he asked, wiping the tear.
“You really know how to make a girl fall in love,” you smiled- this isn’t something you ever planned on telling him, but as you lie there, vision blurring around the edges as the darkness caved in on you, there was nothing else you wanted to say.
Joel felt panic consume him when your eyes closed.
“Hey, hey darlin’, wake up for me, okay?” he pleaded. Ellie stalked over, panic heating her chest. “Ellie, grab her legs,” Joel said. It was like he was kicked into a new gear- he was going to do whatever it took to keep you with him.
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You didn’t know where you were. The walls were unfamiliar and white- stark and sterile. The first thing you noticed was the couch in the corner of the room, occupied by your two favorite people. Joel sat upright, arms crossed and eyes closed. His brows were furrowed like he was having some sort of nightmare. Ellie’s expression mirrored his, as she lay on her side with her head resting on his leg, arms curled into her chest. Your heart warmed at the sight- he was becoming a father figure to her, as much as he didn’t want to admit it. You tried to sit up, failing immediately as pain shot through your body. You winced, perhaps a little too loud, as Joel’s eyes shot open. Ellie remained in a deep sleep on his lap.
“You’re up,” he acknowledged, almost like it was too good to be true. He carefully shifted his body so he could move Ellie from his lap and onto the couch before he stood to walk towards you. “She hasn’t gotten much sleep, be best not to wake her,” he said, leaning down to brush a hair from her face. Seeing him be this gentle with her melted your heart. 
“How, um, how long was I out?” you asked, lifting the sheets to see your wound. It was covered and clean, but you knew it was there from the way it throbbed.
“About a week. Scared the shit out of… the kid,” he said, sitting on the edge of your bed. He bit back what he truly wanted to say- you scared the shit out of him. But he wasn’t going to admit that you had that much of an impact on him. The second he lets others affect his life is the second he gets weak. There wasn’t a place for vulnerability in this world. “It was, a, uh, miracle that you lived.”
“Oh yeah?” your eyebrows raised. “Shit. I’m sorry for worrying… her,” you glanced at Ellie again as she snuggled into the couch. “How did I, um how did you guys get me here?” you asked. Your voice was hoarse from lack of use, but you tried to remain strong.
“We, uh, we gotcha back on the horse. Ellie led the way, I made sure you were safe, I mean, I just made sure you didn’t fall,” he replied, looking at his feet. “Took us awhile to get back, I… I didn't think you were gonna make it,” he replied, coughing to cover up the break in his voice. He was still in disbelief that you even woke up.
“Well, it looks like you’re stuck with me,” you laughed weakly. Then it was silent for a few moments, the two of you stewing in your thoughts. “You know, I think if it had been anybody else with me, I would’ve just died,” you remarked. Joel shook his head.
“Well, that’s not true. You’re strong” he said quietly.
“Well, yeah, sure I’m strong. But I can choose not to be. I honestly would’ve been fine to die if it was in your arms. But I couldn’t do that to you. Not… not again,” you paused, gathering your thoughts. “It’s just… you’re it for me, Joel. You and Ellie- you guys are it. And if I can’t have you guys, well, let's just say I wouldn’t mind staying asleep,” you confessed, avoiding eye contact.
“Ahem…” you heard Ellie clear her throat from her position on the couch. “Sorry, I have a habit of snooping, but holy shit you’re awake!” she squealed, bouncing over to you and plopping herself onto you in a hug. She knocked the wind out of you, and you may have cared if you weren’t so happy to see her.
“Hey, hey, easy on her now,” Joel said, pulling Ellie back from you a bit. He was still quiet, processing what you had just said to him.
“Ahhh, my sweet Ellie girl, how I missed you so,” you smiled, pinching her cheeks.
“Bullshit, you were definitely just dreaming about Joel the whole time. Must’ve been nice, sleeping that long,” she laughed. You ignore the first part of her sentence.
“Yeah, I guess I’m pretty well rested,” you smiled, ruffling her hair and pulling her into another hug.
“I’m gonna go get someone, a nurse,” Ellie excused herself from the room, leaving you with Joel yet again.
“I’m sorry if that was too mu-” you started before Joel cut you off.
“No, no, don’t apologize, sweetheart,” he said softly. It wasn’t a whisper- it was just soft. He’d been so soft with you. “I… I can’t say I don’t feel the same,” he looked down at his shoes.
“Oh, uh, you do?” you blushed. You felt so childish, like you were admitting you had a crush on him, but it was more than that. It was a partnership, a dependency- a loyalty to one another that didn’t need a label. Only, you couldn’t hide the way you felt anymore.
“Gosh, I can’t even tell you how it felt to see you like that. It should’ve been me, you know,” he said, disappointment evident on his features.
“Um, no, it shouldn’t have. Besides, how would we have gotten your big ass back to Jackson?” you giggled, grabbing his hand. His expression changed then as he looked down at your intertwined hands. “Joel, what does this mean?” you asked.
He chose not to respond with words- they were never his strong suit. Without a word, he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on your lips. It was soft and it was sweet and it was like nothing you had ever experienced before- not from someone you loved. You reciprocated, weaving a hand into his hair to pull him closer.
“Yeah, they’re just in here-woahhhhhhh!” Ellie yelled, giggling and running out of the room. Joel quickly pulled back and pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers.
“That little shit,” he sighed.
“Well, she was gonna have to find out somehow,” you giggled, pressing a kiss to his bruised knuckles.
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xveenusx · 1 year
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And Yet..
Paring(s): jj maybank x fem!reader
Summary: two people who should be together simply can't find their way. In other words, JJ can't let himself be loved and can't let her go.
Author's note: This one is brutal so prepare yourselves. Realistically, JJ would totally self sabotage any chance of happiness because he can't handle how it makes him feel so that's exactly what this is. Thank you for all the feedback on 3 seconds! If you like when it hurts, then this is for you!
Part 1: Three Seconds
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He left.
It’d been hours and none of us knew where JJ went, only that he left. While JJ storming off was a normal feat, he always came back.
Now normally, I would have been looking for him, knowing exactly where to look. I’d find him and we’d avoid everyone until he felt like he was ready. This time was different. He never looked at me the way he did today.
A look of pure betrayal.
John B had gone MIA with Sarah while Pope and Kie were handling everything we needed to look for the gold. Me? I was trying to find a way to cope with the sudden JJ sized gap in my life.
It was brutal trying to get through the entire day without collapsing. Everything felt dull. I decided going home and hiding out in my room was the only option. It spared me the looks of concern from our friends and gave me the freedom to cry.
My room felt abnormally empty and cold. My stomach rolled as JJ’s words played in a brutal loop. I crawled into my bed where I curled into myself tightly, hugging my knees to my chest to create some type of pressure.
He’ll come back. He always comes back.
I jolted awake to pounding on my window.
“-wake up. He needs you. It’s bad oh my god it’s really bad.”
Scrambling off the bed, I pushed the curtains aside to see Kie’s panicked face. “Kie, what’s going on?”
Her face filled with relief as she pulled me into her. “We need to get to the chateau now. He’s not making any sense and bought all of this stuff.”
Nausea rolled in my stomach.
“JJ-“
She cuts me off. “He needs you.”
I left the house in seconds, hopped into the Hayward truck and we took off. I nibbled on my nails, glancing at Kiara in the drivers seat. Her face was painted with worry and her leg bopped up and down displaying her nervous energy.
Kie moved one hand from the steering wheel and threaded our hands together, squeezing tightly.
Pulling up to the chateau, I see LED lights tangled up on the trees, shining lights reflecting on the yard. How was there power? The hurricane had taken everything out.
Before I could figure it out, I heard a commotion that drifted up the drive way.
“Where is she? You said Kie was getting her.”
My heart jumped to my throat. I hold onto Kiara tighter as we move toward the raised voices.
Something twisted in my chest as I took in the hot tub and lights suddenly decorating John B’s yard.
JJ is shouting at Pope now, slurring his words slightly, before taking a pull of the champagne he clutched in his hand.
“Look man, she’s here. She’s here, JJ. Calm down.” Pope announced, pointing in our direction, before placing his hands around his head and taking a deep breath.
Awareness ran through me. JJ turned his body to face me, his gaze flicked to mine.
He said nothing yet his eyes said everything. There was an openness that seemed to make him vulnerable.
“You came.”
A tug deep in my chest urged me to move closer. “You asked.”
“Okay, now that she’s here. What did you do, JJ? Where did all this come from?” Pope asked, but we all knew the answer.
“I got a jet going straight in my butt right now. Y’all should get in immediately, ya hear?” JJ laughed, the aviator sunglasses slipping down slightly. His blonde hair slick with water stuck to his forehead as he messily poured champagne into a glass. “Salud!”
Pope let out a noise of disbelief, “How much did this cost?”
“Uh, pretty much all of it.”
I moved around, taking in the inflatable floaties that filled up the yard, while biting the inside of my cheek. He spent all of the money.
“Kie, what? Can’t a man have a little luxury in life?”
I tuned out their arguing. There was a reason he acted out and bought all of this pointless shit but I couldn’t figure out what it was. He knew. He knew he needed to pay for restitution.
A blanket of dread covered my body like an old blanket as the consequences of JJ’s actions finally settled in. Another sense of dread hit when I knew I wouldn’t leave him.
“You could have paid for restitution or better yet, helped us buy supplies.” Pope said, shaking his head in clear frustration.
They weren’t seeing this for what it was. Something was wrong. Yes, he was reckless and rash but like I said before, most of the time he does those things because something happened.
“Okay Pope. Well, I didn’t do that. I got a hot tub for my friends,” JJ choked out, “I got a hot tub for my friends. Screw that, I got a hot tub for my family.”
“JJ, what the hell?” Kie whispered.
Something in her voice made me turn back around quickly and that’s when I saw it.
JJ stood at the center of the hot tub, one hand clutching the champagne bottle while the other hung loosely at his side. His gold necklace moving back and forth shining under the lights, but that’s not what caught my eye.
What caught my eye was the purple and blue bruises that littered his chest and ribs. A high pitched ringing filled my ears as my body felt like it began to float.
This. This was the reason he spent all the money.
My hand covers my mouth as I let out a choked sound.
Hearing the noise, JJ turns to me, his face entirely shattered, tears causing the crystal blue orbs to shine.
“Do you see what I did? Look what I did for you,” He cried out as he held out his arms, staring at me with such vulnerability I could feel my knees start to buckle.
Tears freely began to fall from my face as I took inventory of just how many bruises covered his body.
“No, stop being so emotional. It’s fine, everything’s fine.”
My feet moved on their own accord. Fully dressed, I threw one leg over then the other ignoring the burning from the heat of the water.
He reached for me the moment my body hit the water just as my arms circled around his neck. JJ curled his body into me, the champagne bottle forgotten, his arms circling around my waist digging into my lower back, clutching me like a life line.
My legs knocked together as the adrenaline and helplessness kicked in. I began counting in my head my breaths because I knew in this moment, I couldn’t afford to break down.
Not when he was broken beyond belief.
My fingers threaded themselves into his sun-kissed locks, brushing from the nape of his neck to the top of his head and back again. I pressed my lips onto his head, not letting my grip loosen for one second.
“I love you.” I murmured over and over again as sobs wracked his body, his head in my chest soaking my shirt with his tears. “I got you, it’s okay. I’m here, Jayj.”
I glanced up helplessly and see Pope and Kie staring at us, both of them clearly distraught.
I beckon them over with a nod in my head and instantly JJ and I are covered in warmth. Their arms wrapping around us both, whispering words of love to him.
We stayed like that until our skin got pruny, not wanting to move until he was ready.
When the time did come, I could tell by the way his grip on my waist loosened and his sobs quieted down. Brushing the hair out of his face, I brought my face close to his, “You ready to get out now?”
JJ nodded.
“Kie, can you set out some of John b’s clothes?” I asked her, moving to get out. She nodded and pope followed her inside.
JJ followed closely behind me. His fingers laced with mine, trembling slightly as the night air bit at our soaked bodies.
Shuffling into the chateau, our friends were sprawled out on the couch with Kie strumming away at the ukulele.
“I left the clothes in the spare.” Pope said, his eyes locked on JJ.
I shot him a thankful smile, “Thanks, Pope.”
Once we were in the room, I shut the door as JJ shimmed out of his shorts. Ignoring the heat in my cheeks, I grabbed the towel from the bed and began to dry him.
I could feel his intense gaze on my face the entire time. Biting back a smile, I whispered, “Can I tell you something?”
“Please.”
“I really like the hot tub.”
JJ tilted his head back and let out a surprised laugh. The sound of his familiar laugh caused a wave of warmth to crash over me, causing a zoo of butterflies to swarm my stomach.
“It is a pretty sick tub, isn’t it?” He smiled.
“It is. Very kooky of you.”
He narrowed his red rimmed eyes at me, “Take that back.”
I couldn’t have his my grin even if I tried.
“JJ the kook? I could see that.”
He sends me a cheeky smile in return. Bringing my attention back to the task at hand, I drag the towel along his shoulders before heading towards his chest. My hand stalled slightly as I saw how angry the bruises were, the hue of the purple and blue causing my stomach to churn.
My head moved carefully as I pressed my lips softly along each bruise, fluttering my eyes shut. I feel familiar rough hands tangling themselves in my hair and he lets out a sharp breath.
Opening my eyes, he tilted my head back with his fingers gripped the nape of my neck. A storm brewed in the crystal blue eyes, flicking between every emotion.
His thumb slowly drew my bottom lip down causing his eyes to darken with each passing second,” Thank you.”
Tremors wracked my body at how close we were, our breaths intertwined filtering into my bloodstream.
JJ shifted forward allowing his lips to softly brush mine. The moment my lips parted, he pressed his again almost like he was inhaling my every breath.
Pulling back, he rested his forehead on mine and repeated, “Thank you.”
“I got you. I’ll let you change-“ My words got cut off as he grabbed my arm to stop me in my tracks.
“Stay.”
And so I did.
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I blinked at the alarm clock that read 3 a.m and slowly rubbed the sleepiness from my eyes. I could hear the sound of the skeeters buzzing outside the chateau and felt a strange sense of calm at the quiet.
Reaching toward the other side of the bed , my hands were met with empty cold sheets. He was gone.
I closed my eyes tightly and took in a deep breath as I willed for this nightmare to go away. We still had a lot to work through, but I thought after last night, he finally understood how fucking in deep I was. I was all in, completely and utterly in love with him. It’s always been him.
Pushing my body up, I slowly bring the sheet up to my chest covering my naked body from the cold. A sharp tinge of fear hit my chest as I noticed a presence at the end of the bed that was quickly replaced with an immense sense of relief.
JJ sat on the edge of the bed with his bare back facing me, his elbows on his knees, and head in his hands. A small smile played my lips as I shuffled over, my hands slowly trailing themselves over his shoulders and pressed my lips softly against his shoulder blade.
“Can’t sleep?”
His shoulders tensed the minute my lips touched his body. “I didn’t think you’d still be here.”
Confusion filled every fiber of my being as I finally took him in. I could feel the weak stitches that held my heart together suddenly begin to tear.
I opened my mouth and closed it. The backs of my eyes burned as I stared at the side of his face, the face that I spent hours admiring, that refused to even look at me.
“I thought after last night-“
JJ shook his head in disgust and let out a dry breath, roughly tugging at the messy strands on his head.
“We fucked. It’s not like that’s something we’ve never done before. It doesn’t change anything.”
Like I said before, I understand him. I know him and I know exactly what he’s doing. That doesn’t stop every part of me from feeling like I had just gotten kicked in the chest.
“JJ, please don’t do this.” I inhaled a shaky breath as I clutched the sheer tighter to my chest, almost like it was an armor against his cruel words, words that I knew came from a place of panic. Yet, it hurt just the same.
“Do what,” JJ said, getting up from the bed to face me, arms crossed tightly against his chest. “You made it clear what side you were on and it wasn’t mine.”
“Stop twisting what happened. You forget that I know you, JJ. I know you,” I stood on my shaky feet, the sheets wrapped around my body. “You think I dont know why your treating me this way. You’re dad doesn’t decide who you are.”
Desperation burned in my blood as I once again tried to grasp at straws. He was always finding excuses to run from me and each and every time, JJ took a piece of me with him.
“Shut up. I’m not doing this shit with you.”
“You have no idea how special you are do you? How easy you are to love?” It was an honest question, one that seemed to anger him if the clenching of his fists was any indication.
“Stop-“
I cut him off. “Because you are. Special, I mean.”
JJ said nothing. His gaze met mine, and the blue eyes I thought matched the ocean perfectly, showed a battle of emotions.
I took the opportunity to move closer to him, fighting the urge to curl up and cry at the look of utter confusion on his face.
Luke had successfully beat it into him that he was worthless, useless, and would never amount to anything. This, this look on his face was why I stayed.
He didn’t know. He really didn’t know the effect he had on people, on me.
My fingers trembled slightly as I reached to touch the bracelets that decorated his wrist. All of them being gifts from me.
“You’re fiercely loyal to the people you love. The family that you chose for yourself. It’s almost frustrating how you don’t see it,” I muttered, tilting my head up to search his eyes. “I mean, fuck JJ, you took the fall for Pope because you didn’t want his future to be ruined. You went to jail and now you’re on probation.”
“Please, stop.” His plead was weak at best.
My fingers danced along his jaw, my voice wavering slightly at the tightness in my chest. “You sat with my everyday during summer school so I wouldn’t be myself. No one does that, JJ. Especially not here.”
He had to know I was telling the truth.
“So please, listen to me when I tell you that loving you has been the easy thing I’ve ever done.”
Despite the immense beating my poor heart has taken, it still beats with a naive sense of hope.
Hope that sky rocketed when JJ reached forward to twirl a strand of my hair in between his fingers, almost as though he was memorizing how it felt.
“Such pretty little words.” He hummed. “How many other guys have you told that too?”
I recoiled back in shock.
“Pretty little words won’t get you anywhere. You wanna fuck, I’m down. But that’s not gonna stop me from mackin’ on other chicks.”
Then he dropped the strand of my hair, along with every hope that he could love me.
I chose to then focus on my anger that slowly began to bubble to the surface.
“Like who? Your gonna start mackin’ on Kie?” I launched the question at him, my voice raising an octave in disbelief.
“Maybe. At least she knows when to leave.”
“Stop talking to me like that,” My voice broke at the end, the burning in my eyes getting too hard to ignore. “You’re hurting me.”
All I could do was stare.
Here I stood, heart bleeding, begging a broken boy to love me back. And maybe that wasn’t fair for me to ask, maybe it was too much but a large part of me thought he felt something. Even if it was a fraction of what I felt for him because at least it was something.
Anything.
“You’re never going to let me love you, are you?” I ignored the sharp stab in my stomach as I finally said the question I already knew the answer to.
JJ’s head snapped up in shock at my question. “I never asked for you to love me.”
“You showed up to my window every night because you didn’t want to go home. You hold my hand, you kiss me, you fuck me. You come to me when you can’t fucking sleep. You sleep in my bed. You teach me to surf and take me everywhere with you. You ask for my advice and god forbid I don’t answer the phone, you have a melt down.” I was shouting at that point, my voice loud enough to wake up our friends who were sleeping in the living room but I couldn’t bring myself to care.
“You need me, I’m there. You got arrested, I bail you out. You get in a fight, I clean you up. JJ, you showed up in my life and surrounded me. You’re fucking everywhere. How could you not expect me to fall in love with you when you do these things?”
The laugh I let out was one of a broken girl, one who had completely lost herself in a wave of chaos known as JJ Maybank.
The door was right there. And yet, I couldn't get my feet to move.
“Because I don’t fucking understand it, okay? Because I’ve never had the luxury of someone looking at me the way you do and it makes me physically fucking sick.” JJ took several strides until he was pressed up firmly against me, his fingers threading themselves into the nape of my neck.
“The way you look at me makes me feel like I’m suffocating, don’t you get that? And yet, I can’t fucking thinking straight when you’re not by me.” He choked out, his face was white with panic.
I could feel myself start to crumble at his words. Welcome to the club. “Yesterday, you said I wasn't enough for you.”
JJ nodded, his eyes staring straight into me with such intensity I had to swallow.
“You know why I said it. You know how I get. The way you look at me,” He swears pounding his hand against the wall,” Fuck the way you look at me. You make me feel like I can be a better person, that I have the potential to do something great.”
“Because you can-“
“No I fucking can’t. You give me this hope that I can be better and then something happens to remind me that I can’t and it crushes me. It fucking wrecks me.”
I roughly wiped the tears that blurred my vision and asked, “So what are you saying?”
The silence caused the anticipation of his answer to intensify, making breathing almost impossible.
“Sometimes, being with you is the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
Can you hear that? It’s the sound of my heart shattering for the last time.
“Then you have to let me go.”
He shook his head,”Thats not what I want.”
“Let me go, JJ. If not for you, then for me because loving you is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. You haven’t even been able to say it back. You completely own me, every thought I have is about you.”
“You own ME.” JJ shouted, his hands in his hair tugging it in anger. “And it completely terrifies me and then I say the first thing I can to make the fear go away just so I can get a moment of peace. I don’t want to feel like this anymore.”
In a way, I couldn’t really be angry with him.
No one’s every really described just how dangerous loving someone can be. How they consume every part of you until there’s nothing left. Until suddenly, you can only breathe when you’re around them. When your very mood depends on the expression of their face. The pure feeling of ecstasy that covers your body in a layer of electricity the moment you’re around them and they look at you.
“You love me,” At my words, JJ looked almost relieved, like he finally understood why he felt so many things at once,” but you can’t let yourself love me.”
And yet, despite this revelation, I still couldn’t bring myself to leave.
A tortured look passed his face as he pressed his back against the wall and slowly slid down.
“You need to let me go because I love you to the point that I cant bring myself to leave. So if you don’t want me, if you can’t be with me then do this for me. If you don’t, I’m going to keep giving you every piece of me until there’s nothing left. “
I guess you never truly understand until it happens. Until you get physically ill when they’re upset or filled with warmth when you see them tilt their head back and laugh. When you see them and suddenly the world is just a little less overwhelming, bearable even.
When every fiber of your being is tuned into one person.
Gripping the sheet tighter, I moved in between his legs and settle myself on the floor. The moment I did, JJ engulfed me in his embrace. His presence soaked through my skin leaving the intoxicated feeling in its wake.
“I can’t,” He shook his head fervently, “ I can’t do that.”
I understood him, because I couldn’t either.
“What are we going to do, Jayj?”
JJ pressed his face against my throat, “I don’t know.”
We weren’t okay, it didn’t take a genius to figure it out. Nothing had been solved and yet, we sat on the floor wrapped in each others embrace.
So I said the only thing I knew to be true and give him yet another piece of me, “I love you.”
“I know.”
There we were. Two souls irrevocably intertwined in a mass of love and hate that were broken beyond recognition. Neither of us being able to leave the other.
And yet, all I could focus on was his inability to say he loved me back.
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hotchsstuff · 1 year
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home -rafe cameron
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summary: you seek comfort in rafe.
pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader
warnings: cursing
(part 1) (part 2) (part 3)
you found yourself in front of rafe's room, contemplating whether to knock on his door or go back to your room and act like a big girl.
you knew you were too old to be scared of storms but you couldn't help it. the strong wind hitting on the windows made you clench your blanket closer to your chest.
you took a step back, ready to run away but the door opening made you freeze in your steps.
"what are you doing here, honey?" rafe asked you, raising an eyebrow. he knew exactly why you were standing in front of his bedroom at 2am, he just wanted to hear it from you. as if his ego wasn't big enough.
"it's raining so hard outside" you offered him a shy smile "can i sleep with you, rafie? pretty please?"
and he knew he was doomed. how could he ever say no to sweet little you?
he helped you inside, carrying in bob, the raccoon stuffed toy you insisted on bringing around. he will be sad, you said.
you crawled on rafe's king sized bed and pulled the bedsheets up to your nose, smelling his earthy scent that always gave you so much comfort when you were little and still did.
only then you noticed that his laptop screen was on and he was playing games with some friends.
"you can keep playing rafie, i'll stay super quiet, promise" you whispered, not wanting to disturb him.
rafe shook his head and murmured something to topper, through his microphone "gotta go", ignoring his friends teasings and turning off his computer.
you were about to stop him but one look from rafe and you knew that it was useless to argue with him.
he climbed on his bed to join you, pulling you close to him and making you let out a sigh of contentment.
he played with a strand of your hair, caressing your face with soft touches and sneaking the other hand under your shirt when a loud knock broke your comfortable silence.
you were about to pull apart, wanting to give rafe more space when he let out a groan.
"don't move, sweet girl" he said with a tone that did not tolerate disobedience.
"rafe cameron i told you you had to pick me up!" sarah yelled from behind the wooden door "i waited two hours under the rain!"
rafe opened the door, glancing her up and down and letting out a low chuckle.
"when did i say i would ever pick up you and your stupid friends?" he asked with a mocking tone that only made sarah more infuriated.
"you're a fucking asshole!" and the stare rafe addressed her gave her goosebumps.
"do not fucking curse." he warned her and it was at that moment that sarah noticed your presence.
rafe hated when people swore in front of you. he wanted to keep you as naive as you were. (he was the only exception)
sarah took a step in when she was abruptly stopped by a hand.
"i didn't tell you to come in" he said with a stern voice.
"she's also my friend!" sarah protested, visibly annoyed by her brother's antics. "and i haven't hung out with her in weeks because every time someone tries to talk to her you scare them off."
"because your friends are creeps." retorted rafe, crossing his arms.
you decided that it was better to pull them apart before they woke up the whole neighborhood.
you felt rafe relax under your touch and with pleading eyes you asked him to apologize to sarah for forgetting about her.
"i didn't forget, i just-" but it took one look at your teary eyes for him to mutter through clenched teeth an apology.
after promising sarah to catch up, with a very irritated rafe holding you close to his side, you crawled back to the huge bed.
"you're not allowed to hang out with freaking pogues." he stated as a matter of fact "unless you want to be punished."
you did not dare to disagree. rafe's punishments always left you with a terrible soreness the next day.
you fell asleep listening to the sound of his heartbeat while rafe watched you let out little snores and he made a silent promise to always keep you safe.
the next morning, before going to class, he made you wear his sweatshirt even though you insisted you were fine without it. "it's so hot outside rafie!" but he has always been stubborn.
with a cocky smile he accompanied you to your class, fixing his sweatshirt and giving you a soft pack on your lips, turning you into a blushing mess.
before walking away, he threw over your shoulder a menacing glance, that you didn't catch because too focused on munching the cupcake rafe got you.
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heavcnslyre · 8 months
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chapter six — j.f. ( masterlist )
THIS IS ME TRYING.
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“and my words shoot to kill when i’m mad
i have a lot of regrets about that.”
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you sat alone in your room for a while, attempting to calm yourself down. it really seemed stupid after a while, honestly. jeremiah was probably just trying to be nice, and she might find someone else to bring her anyways. it wasn’t something you had to freak out about.
jeremiah knocks on your door after almost an hour.
“come in,” you call out. you’re laying in your bed, aimlessly scrolling on your phone. jeremiah comes in and smiles at you softly, then takes a seat on the edge of your bed.
“moms are back,” he says. “storms pretty much let up now, but they’re still trying to figure out the power.”
“that’s good,” you reply. he studies your face.
“is everything okay? you…left kinda abruptly.”
you look down at your hands. “oh, uh, yeah. i just…i don’t know.”
“what is it, (y/n)?” jeremiah asks, his tone serious. you look up at him.
“are you seriously going to be belly’s escort?”
he flinches. “oh. that. yeah, i think so. i mean… she told me that apparently conrad asked to be her escort but he’s been so shitty to her lately i just figured that i would do something nice for her. why not, right?”
“yeah, sure,” you say dismissively, rolling your eyes up to the ceiling. “why not?”
“what’s the problem, (y/n)?” he asks genuinely. you sigh and shake your head.
“why is she the exception for you, jeremiah?” you ask. “why, out of everyone, is she the exception?”
he stares at you, confused. “what the hell are you talking about?”
“every single time a debutante ball has ever been brought up you’ve sworn to never be an escort in your life. why is now your one exception?”
“why does it matter?” he asks. “i care about belly. of course i’m going to do something nice for her. why are you so mad about it?”
“are you kidding?” you ask, anger suddenly rising in your chest. “do you not remember when i was going to be a debutante last year?”
“(y/n), what does that have to do with me?”
“the day we sat down at dinner and i said that i was thinking about being a debutante. you immediately sat there and scoffed, and said that debutante balls were terrible and you would never be an escort,” you shake your head. “i gave up on being a debutante after that.”
jeremiah’s voice dropped. “but, why? why did my opinion matter to you? you had so many guys who would have been your escort.”
“you were the only person i would even consider asking, jeremiah,” you blurt out, and he lifts his head in surprise.
“what?”
“i genuinely cannot believe that you don’t know this already,” you run your hand through your hair. “i wanted to be your exception, jere. i would’ve loved to be a deb if you were my escort. but you couldn’t stand the idea of being my escort, could you?”
“(y/n), if i had known…” he trails off. you shake your head.
“whatever, okay?” you say. “it doesn’t matter anymore. i’ve moved on from it.”
“you could have told me,” he says.
“you really don’t get it, do you?” you ask. “you made it such an obvious point to bring that up in that moment. you knew what you were doing, jeremiah. you didn’t think of me the same way. it’s whatever. be belly’s escort. she deserves to have someone who cares about her.”
“why do you just assume i was trying to hurt you?” he asks, his tone suddenly defensive. “why couldn’t it have been an honest mistake, that i didn’t realize you thought of me like that?”
“what do you want me to think, then? that you tried to hurt me or that you’re blind?”
“you’re being ridiculous.”
“ridiculous? really?” you scoff. “how more obvious could i have fucking been? the last three summers i have done nothing but basically throw myself at you and you just—“
“no!” he yells, suddenly standing up from your bed. “no, (y/n), you don’t get to do this! you came here this summer with a boyfriend and didn’t tell me! we got so close this past year and you never fucking told me you had a boyfriend, so i walked in to this summer stupidly thinking that now was our time for something to happen. then you drop that fucking bomb on me and expect everything to be normal? you cannot call me blind when all summer you’ve been the one pretending that everything is as it’s always been.”
“jeremiah, you’re literally not listening to me,” you reply, mirroring his frustrated tone. “everything is as it’s always been to me because you’ve always treated me like this! you’ve always acted like i was so special and then walked away from me into the nearest arms of some other guy or girl! you’ve never made your feelings clear. i’m so fucking sorry that me getting a boyfriend ruined all of your plans for us that i was never a part of.”
“you’re such a fucking hypocrite,” he groans, running his hand through his hair. “you’ve always done the same thing! neither of us have ever expressed our feelings to the other. you cannot place all of this on me!”
“whatever, jeremiah,” you say, not looking at him. “whatever makes you feel good about yourself.”
he stands there and stares at you for a moment before turning around and leaving your room, slamming the door behind him. for what felt like forever, you sat motionless, staring at the door behind him. your mind was racing. jeremiah fisher just admitted he has feelings for you. that was a conversation you had imagined in your mind for years, but this wasn’t at all how you wanted or expected it to go. part of you hated yourself for being so harsh. maybe he truly just didn’t see the signs you gave him. maybe he talked himself out of believing them, just like you had for so long. but part of you was relieved that you got those feelings out. being in love with someone brings about positive emotions, but no one talks about the genuine resentment that goes along with the pining. as your feelings grew, so did the pain. a weight was lifted off of your shoulders. but, a new, maybe even heavier one replaced it. you just had the biggest fight of your lives with your best friend. no matter what, your friendship had to come first.
as much as you do genuinely believe that, you are still beyond pissed at him. you have so many unanswered questions that you aren’t even sure how to ask him. part of you talked yourself out of even believing that he had meant that he had feelings for you, but you had to try to ignore those thoughts, or else you knew you’d make things worse.
although it was still early in the evening, shortly after he left, you put your phone down and go to sleep. you decide that being asleep was better than having to stay up and think about that conversation. the power still wasn’t on, and it continued to rain outside for a while, the dark sky being a pretty good representation of how you were feeling. as dramatic as that seemed, it really was true. you felt so shitty. that was truly the only way to describe it. shitty and pathetic.
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maxsimagination · 2 months
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𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 - 𝘀.𝗸𝗲𝗿𝗿
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warnings: smut. alcohol. bathroom sex. 18+ under the cut.
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it was a memorable night for sure, i was out with my girls in blue with a drink in my hand. we were celebrating our win against arsenal at a local club, the whole team had tagged along.
i usually didn't party much, preferring to stay at home, but sam was going so i went too. currently, sam was sitting at the table with millie and a couple others while i was on the floor dancing. i could feel sam's eyes rake over me from where i was with guro.
i had managed to convince her to come out to the floor and got a couple of vodka shots in us to boost the confidence.
the song suddenly changed and it was an upbeat vibe, both me and guro were singing along with eachother. she was behind me, my back pressed up against her front.
i was practically grinding on her, fully aware that sam was watching us two. guro seemed to notice too as she leant down to whisper in my ear.
"she's watching us."
"good. i get better sex when she's pissed."
guro laughed loudly from behind me, i had no filter with alcohol. we continued our suggestive dancing before sam had had enough and walked over. it was perfect timing, the song had just ended and guro had gotten a bit tired so headed to the table.
sam all but stormed over to me when she left and took jess's place. her hands on my hips, pulling our bodies closer together until there was no space left between us.
"i didn't like you dancing with guro."
"no? i thought we looked hot."
i knew that teasing her was a fine line between being flirty and bratty, but i was feeling the latter.
"too hot, love. no one else gets to see this pretty ass but me."
she gripped my ass to punctuate her statement, leaning down and licked a stripe up the side of my neck, finishing below my ear. i hummed in satisfaction, my head tilted back and eyes closed.
"meet me in the bathroom." sam spoke lowly into my ear, then left me on the dance floor. i downed the rest of my drink then followed sam. i found her where she said she would be, standing in front of the mirror fixing the collar of her shirt.
when she saw me, she glanced around the room before dragging me into the nearest stall.
her lips were on mine the second the lock on the door clicked. i melted instantly, the alcohol in my system amplifying my neediness. sam's lips trailed from mine down to my neck then collarbone.
she pushed the straps of my dress down, bunching it around my middle, only to find out i was not wearing a bra.
she pulled back with a glazed look in her eyes before diving back in, but this time attaching her lips to my left breast. her fingers reaching up to attend to the right.
i let out a small sigh, trying my hardest to be quiet. i had no intention of getting caught fucking in a club bathroom. but the way same moved her tongue against my nipple made it very hard to contain the moans i wanted to let out.
"quiet, baby girl. don't want anyone catching us, do we?"
i shook my head vigorously, hands trailing over sam's body now. she just smirked at my neediness, switching her attention to my right nipple for a bit before kneeling down further and pushing my dress up so it was entirely bunched around my stomach.
she hooked her fingers into the bands of my underwear and pulled it down to pool at my ankles.
"you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet?"
"mm, yes sammy i'll be quiet."
"that's my girl."
and with that she dove straight into my dripping pussy. a strangled moan left my throat as she harshly sucked on my clit.
"fuck, sam, more."
i whispered breathily, using every ounce of self control i had not to scream out her name. she added her fingers to the mix, pushing two of them into my clenching hole while her mouth continued to suck on the bundle of nerves.
sam set a pace with her fingers, gradually increasing it until i was teetering on the edge of orgasming. she kept going, unrelenting as her fingers pounded into me and tongue flicked my clit repeatedly.
"s-sam, i'm coming!"
she didn't respond, just kept going, determined to push me over the edge. it didn't take long before i could feel myself let go, cumming all over sam's fingers and her face.
i couldn't move for a second afterwards, just stood panting against the door while sam stood up and sucked my juices off her fingers.
"such a good girl for me. round two with my cock?"
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A Bad Day = Comfort from Nat
➤ pairing : natasha romanoff x reader (platonic/romantic), dad!tony stark x daughter!reader (platonic)
➤ summary : (request) Hi! I'm wondering if you could do where reader has had a bad day because Tony got into a fight with them and they break down . Then Natasha walks in on them fumbling with a sharpener blade (already bleeding).
➤ warnings : sh (with blade)
➤ a/n : for my lovely anon who requested this. also ig this can be read as either platonic or romantic but I think platonic fits better, also (2.0) the title is damn lame but I couldn't come up with anything else because I was writing this while skipping school n I was a little unfocused
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It wasn't often that you had fights with your dad. But when you did, they could get out of hand sometimes. Besides that, it could also take you two a long time to, somewhat, get along with each other again, both of you having an undeniably large ego. Your mother, Pepper, who you always got along with perfectly fine (you figured it was, because she was a woman and Tony was a man and men are...well...different) had always tried to break the arguements you and your dad had apart. But it didn't always work.
"They're arguing again?" Wanda asked somewhat sadly, nodding into the lab where you and your dad stood, trying to argue each other's points - that being very undistinguishable and hard to hear. It sounded like you two were just yelling insults at each other at this point.
"Yeah. You know, it's kinda sad; considering Y/N's his daughter, but they still argue so often." Clint said, listening to your drama while eating a bunch of grapes he found.
Wanda furrowed her eyebrows and watched as you stormed off, Tony releasing a yell of anger when you were gone.
"What was that about?" Natasha asked, joining Clint and the witch in the living room.
"Probably just another stupid argument." Clint shrugged, eating a few more grapes.
Natasha nodded in understanding, "I'm gonna go check on Y/N. Make sure she's alright." She told the two before leaving them alone once again.
Natasha arrived in front of your room, which actually was right next to hers, and knocked at the door.
"Hey, Y/N, it's Nat. Can I come in for a sec?" She asked waiting for a response. When she didn't get one, she released a long sigh, "Listen, I just wanna talk real quick. Nothing to be scared of; you're not in trouble or anything."
"Leave!" Was the only thing Nat heard, your voice muffled through the door.
"I promise, Y/N, I just want to help." Natasha told you, her voice softening when she realized how much more upset you actually were.
"I don't need help, I'm fine!" You replied.
Natasha released one more sigh, "Okay, I'll leave you alone, alright? But if you need anything - someone to talk to or some comfort - come over to my room or just give me a call, okay?" She waited for another response, but didn't get one so she just left, assuming you were just in a mood.
It was a decision she'd deeply regret later.
It was no more than an hour when the red head decided to try to talk to you again. Once again, she stood in front of your door, but before she had the chance to knock, she was sure she heard someone sobbing. And considering this room belonged to you, she was pretty sure she knew who it was.
"Hey, you okay?" Natasha asked concerned, but all she received was another sob, "I'm gonna come in, alright?"
Natasha didn't have the patience as she did before; she knew that you were feeling incredibly shitty and being very protective of you and wanting to comfort you, she couldn't help but open the door with force.
After ramming against the door a few times, it opened, revealing your messy room that you had clearly... redecorated, when you were in your fit of rage.
When she saw you, Natasha's heart felt as if it was getting squeezed by someone very strong.
You sat on the floor against a wall, knees against your chest and tears falling from your eyes so quickly, it was giving any waterfall a run for their money.
You were sure you looked pathetic.
But Nat didn't think so. She came closer, that frown that has been on her face for about three minutes, still being there.
But it turned into a look of sheer panic when she saw what you were holding. It looked like a tiny, simple piece of metal, but the cuts on your arms revealed that it was more than that. And Nat knew exactly what she saw.
"Y/N, give me the blade. Please," She said, kneeling down in front of you slowly, not wanting to startle you, "Please, Y/N."
You were overcome by emotions and didn't know what to do. Should you give it to her? Would that be the right thing to do?
"Hey, look at me. I know you've had a tough day, hell maybe even a tough week, but you know what? You've been handling it like a champ. I know what happened sucks; a lot. And trust me I don't want you to feel like that. So let me help you, alright?" Natasha pleaded softly, outstretching her hand, "Give me the blade."
You thought about her words before deciding that the right decision was the one where you give Nat the blade. So you did. Your eyes, red and puffy, looked at her for the first time since she entered this room and Nat felt her heart clench once again.
"Come on, let's go clean that. We don't want it to get infected." She said, smiling at you before helping you up.
She told you to sit down on your bed as she went - careful to walk around the mess in your room - and fetched the first aid kit from the bathroom.
"So, you wanna tell me what's been happening?" Natasha asked as she sat down next to you.
You told her about your troubles, explaining every single detail as to why you were feeling the way you did. In the meantime, Natasha began dressing your wounds. She cleaned them carefully, trying to make it as less painful as possible, before she put on some band-aids to keep the wounds clean.
"...and then I had the fight with my dad which just set me over the edge." You explained, coming to an end. Natasha nodded, having listened to everything you had told her.
"It'll get better," She simply said, "I know it doesn't feel like that now, but it will, I promise. And if you ever need someone to get you through this and help you, you can always come to me. I'll be here with open arms. I'll hold you, cuddle you, watch TV with you, go on a walk with you; anything. Hell, I'd even try to make dinner for you."
You chuckled shortly at Nat's last statement, knowing that she isn't particularly gifted when it comes to cooking.
"The point is, I'm here for you. Always."
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persefolli · 1 year
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𝐎𝐯𝐞𝐫
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𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞
𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝: 𝐘𝐞𝐬
𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @myheartfollower, @laylasbunbunny, @destinyl, @deadgirl02, @sweetllamaparadise
𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐏𝐭. 𝟐 (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝)
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You walked into Jake's office,  sitting a bag of jewels and beads on his table, ones he’d gift to you. “I'm done Jake. I need to do this now before it's too late.” 
Jake looked up at you from his map and scoffed. “Mhm. You said that last time. I'll see you tonight.”
“We're done.” You said more intensely, you heard the shakiness in your own voice.
“You're so pretty when you try to be intimidating.” Jake looked back down at the paper and ignored you.
“Okay.” You nodded. “You wait and see.” You stormed out of his home.
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Jake waited and waited in your designated meeting spot for what felt like hours. He looked at his watch,  then back at the trees in front of him. You were never late, and if anything you knew how much he hated waiting. 
He stood from his spot and went walking back to the village, walking straight to your tree where you slept. “Have any of you seen Y/n?” He asked your roommates.
“We just said goodbye to her earlier.”
“Yeah she moved.” Another said nonchalantly.
Jake felt his insides hollow. Moved? No. Couldn't be.
He walked further into the room, seeing that your belongings and hammock were empty. 
Like a drunk, he stumbled out of the tree, holding his chest realizing you were serious. He laughed at you, knowing that he would see you later but you were serious this time.
Jake stormed back home, where Neytiri was cleaning up the dinner that he had once again missed. “Jake, you're back early.” She approached.
“Don't you fucking touch me.” He snapped.
Neytiri was taken aback, shocked at his sudden anger. “Jake, is there something-”
“Neytiri if I hear your fucking voice again I swear to god you won't get a good nights rest for days.”
His wife stood bamboozled, unknowing of what happened in the last hour or so that made Jake like this. He didn't even get this angry at her when they had to temporarily leave hometree. 
Anger lodged into the leader like a parasite in a fish. The yelling started, the glaring, and the silent treatments remained. Everyone fell victim to his tantrums, even his most- trusted warriors.
Rumor spread that he was angry at Neytiri, for what reason? Who knows? Others said the demon he once was, came back to punish him for turning his back on the other Sky People.
These rumors drove Neytiri insane. She tried everything to make Jake happier, changing her hairstyle, her clothes, initiating alone time, even making him hold Neteyam for hours at a time to at least soothe his soul. But Jake remained a shell. He didn't even look towards Neytiri, and when he held his son his eyes fell grim.
At night Neytiri lay awake next to her husband, thinking. Any signs or any hints about what upset him,  because clearly this was bigger than her and their son. Then her mind went back to her lingering thoughts she had months ago.
The late night returns, the random scratches on his back, nicks all over his body, and the underlying scent of another woman.
“Jake.” 
He sat hunched over, holding Neteyam in his arms feeding him. He was silent, but his ears flinched up at the sound of Neytiri's voice.
“She left, didn't she?”
Jake snapped his head to look at his wife, but his face remained deadpan. Neytiri let out a frustrated groan and crossed her arms. “What has she provided all this time that you can’t even offer me the time of day?”
“Everything.” He finally spoke. “Everything she is, you are not.”
His jabs didn’t phase her much anymore, but it still hurt her to know that although his mistress left him, and she stayed by his side, he still yearned for the other woman.
You heard little chatters of these rumors, having moved to the outskirts of the village, but you only listened silently with no comments. Jake had to regulate his emotions on his own.
You missed him so, not going a minute without thinking about him, his hands, his whispers.
It was ridiculous how much you thought of him, but being together caused more damage to the both of you, and your families. 
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AITA for assuming my friend’s boyfriend’s experiences with racism?
This sounds really awful but let me explain.
My friend and I (both 21F) study political science. About two years ago (we weren’t really friends back then) she got together with her boyfriend and they’ve been living together for some time as well. I never really liked him to begin with bc he has a very crude way of speaking and is just generally pretty overbearing. To be fair, I’ve never seen him and my friend arguing in any way and they are really sweet and considerate of each other so I don’t think he’s a bad person, just a little crass. We’ve never really seen eye to eye though so every time we meet we start arguing but it’s always been harmless and only half serious.
Now. The other day my friend and I met to discuss a project we’re working on and her boyfriend was there as well. We had dinner together and somehow the conversation turned towards experiences with racism in America.
For context: I’m black and my friend’s boyfriend is Chinese, I believe he came to the US when he was 16, so about 8 years ago. I don’t know much about his life before that but my friend has hinted that he had a really terrible childhood for various reasons.
Anyway, the discussion turned more and more heated and he said something I didn’t really agree with (I can’t remember what exactly but it was about racial discrimination in healthcare) and I said to him “I can’t believe you of all people would say that” (which I really didn’t think to be THAT crazy of a statement at the time). He completely went off on me, telling me to “shut my bitch ass mouth” with my western saviour complex and going on a tangent about how I knew nothing about his life and how he’d be a thousand times happier in the US than in Shanghai and how I’d be torn to shreds in China, especially the Chinese social networks. He seemed really upset to the point where he almost started crying.
After he was done yelling at me, he stormed out of the room and I left after apologizing to me friend who hadn’t said anything the entire time (which I don’t blame her for, she’s Norwegian and white and wouldn’t really be able to contribute something).
So I’ve been feeling awful this entire time bc I feel like I triggered him really badly or something but it was completely unintentional! My friend has been treating me like always and she told me not to worry but I don’t think I can stop that easily. I’m definitely going to apologize to him the next time I see him, even though idk if I should. So yeah was that really as bad as he made it seem to be? I’ll let you all be the judge of that.
What are these acronyms?
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heyy so hear me out obsessed ghostface Sam...
But I Love You!
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Pairing: Ghostface!Samantha Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Synopsis: Sam would do everything in her power to make sure that you remain hers no matter who she has to stab in the way.
Warnings: (18+), killing, violence, manipulation, cussing, suggestive themes, unhinged Sam(?), confusing ending, not proofread (i had a long day and i'm tired). lmk if I missed any.
The italics in the first few scenes with reader & sam are Sam's inner dialogue/thoughts. This doesn't follow the scream timeline. Here, Sam never left Woodsboro, Tara's still in school, and Sam became Ghostface.
not my gif. || masterlist || previous work
It started with an attraction or in simpler terms, a crush - the foundation of all things relationship related.
You turned up to her workplace by chance, caught up in the middle of the storm. It was common sense to stop driving and find a secure place to stay for the meantime. The diner Sam worked at was the closest. That’s how you found yourself acting as the cloud that would pour water on a certain place. Your day had been terrible. You were late to work, customers were more irate today than the previous days, and you forgot to bring your umbrella before leaving. Clothes soaking wet and droplets of water pouring on the floor, Sam was bound to notice you.
At first, her blood boiled. After all, she’d have to be the one to clean up this mess. But when she took a glance at you, her heart skipped a beat. The makeup on your face was smudged, your hair a tangled mess, but damn, “You look beautiful.” Sam whispered.
Your head snapped up, noticing someone else’s presence in the room for the first time. “What?”
“I said, ‘how can I help you?’” Sam silently cursed herself for slipping up.
You don’t notice the lie. “I’m looking for a place to stay for an hour or so. Just until the rain calms down. And maybe food?” The woman has an unreadable expression on her face. “Don’t worry, I have money, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
The woman smiles kindly, “Oh, I wasn’t thinking that.”
“Oh? What were you thinking, then?”
“That you might need a change of clothes.” Sam gestures to your outfit.
“You’re probably right.” You say, “Sadly, I don’t have anything else to change into.”
Sam bites her lip, weighing out her options. “We have a spare uniform in the back.” She relents.
“That’s kind of you, but wouldn’t your boss be mad?”
Ugh. Roger.
“Don’t worry, I’ll deal with him. The only thing you should focus on right now is making sure you don’t get sick.” Sam walks to the room that says ‘staff only’ and comes back less than a minute later to hand you the clothes. “Here. You can change to the bathroom over there.” She points to the lavatory.
“Thank you so much. You’re an angel.” You say, taking your time to go to the bathroom to avoid slipping.
Once Sam hears the door close, she looks to your car parked outside. She can’t let you leave. Not yet.
She grabs her umbrella hidden under the counter and makes her way outside, making sure the bathroom door is still closed before popping the hood of the car open, removing the rotor piece. “Nice and easy.” Sam mumbles, pocketing the piece. She rushes back in the diner, hoping to be there before you can question her whereabouts.
You exit the lavatory wearing the uniform given to you by the kind stranger.
It fits her perfectly. “All good?” Sam asks, handing you a towel.
“Yes, yes. I can’t thank you enough. Not many people would go out of their way to help a stranger.” You shiver, putting the towel around you like a cloak.
“I’m just doing my job, ma’am.”
“Please. Call me Y/n.”
“You have a pretty name.” She says.
“Not as pretty as yours. . . Samantha.” You squint your eyes to read the name on the tag of her blouse.
Sam’s brows furrow, “How did you know my name?”
“It’s on your tag.” You point out.
Sam laughs, like, really laughs. The laugh-at-your-crush’s-jokes-even-if-you-don’t-find-it-funny kind of laugh. What is happening? “Fuck. Sorry. I’m not used to pretty girls complimenting me.”
“Somehow, I find that hard to believe.” You take a seat at one of the stools near the counter, smirking, “You must have dozens of women and/or men lining up at your door. With that face and kind heart, anyone could swoon.”
“Nope. Trust me. There’s no one.”
“More chances for me.” You do a fist bump in the air, not caring how stupid you looked. “Yes!”
You see Sam’s eyes widen as she tries to look away.
She’ll be the death of me.
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As predicted, your car wouldn’t start. Sam gladly offered you a ride to your apartment, where she then asked for your number. You had no hesitation and gave it, thinking her intentions were pure. And they were.
Mostly.
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That was eleven months ago.
You and Sam are together now and the crush bloomed into something more.
She was the perfect girlfriend. Good-hearted, gentle, caring. You thought you had hit the jackpot until the cracks in your relationship began to show themselves.
At first, it was the little things you noticed whenever you were together in public. Sam always had an arm around you. It didn’t matter if it was your waist or your shoulders or locking your arms together. She wanted to make sure the world knew that you were hers, which was fine. She wasn’t ashamed of you. Though, whenever someone looks at you too long or if they flirt with you despite Sam being there, her grip on your body tightens a little, but not too much to the point where it hurts.
The more time you spent with Sam, the more your friends started to get worried. It’s not healthy, they said. She’s keeping you from seeing us!, they argued. As soon as you shared their worries to Sam, she took effort in dispelling your doubts, telling you that your friends were envious of what you have and that it was normal to spend more time with your girlfriend than your friends, added by reassurance that there was nothing to worry about.
You chalked it off as Sam trying to look out for you.
After all, she is your girlfriend.
Then, there was that moment at a party.
It was a gathering for work. A room full of rich snobs and picture perfect careers. You couldn’t stand it, but your attendance was required. The only upside was that the company allowed you to bring a plus one. Naturally, you asked Sam and she said yes.
Even though you were elated that she agreed to go with you, you didn’t consider the possibility of not being able to talk to her much throughout the night because of strangers chatting you up. Some of them had the intention of asking you out. Though, upon seeing Sam’s deathly stare, they backed off. All but one.
The guy, Michael (tall, brunette, green eyes), would not stop leering at you with a mischievous grin. You felt sick to your stomach, uncomfortable by the way he looked at you, but not being able to do anything about it since he wasn’t actively trying to pursue you. Still, it disgusted you.
Sam’s hold on your waist remains, her jaw clenching, a clear sign that she was getting antsy. “Can we leave?”
You nod, “Yes. They’ve all seen me already, I think. We can finally go.” Despite the looks given to you by Michael, you tried your best to not let it dampen your mood, smiling at your girlfriend.
“Good. Come on.” Sam says, leading you to her car without so much as a smile.
“Hey, Sam, are you okay?” You make her look at you, holding her face in your hand.
Her gaze softens, “Yes, I am. Don’t worry about me. Are you okay?”
“Other than the way his eyes made me feel, I’m fine. I’ll probably forget about it when we watch a movie when we arrive back home.” You assure.
“Who says we’re watching a movie?” Sam’s lips quirk upwards, hands wrapping around your waist as she pulls you to her while your arms move to her shoulders.
“Well, what do you have in mind, Miss Carpenter?”
She gives you a peck on the lips. “It’s better if I show you.”
You ran inside the car in a hurry to get back to your apartment and let Sam do the things she wants to you, the awful looks by Michael replaced by the desire pooling in you when your lover teasingly runs a hand between your thighs.
Again, it was fine. Everything was as it should be. Perfect.
But what came after? Not so much.
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After you fell asleep, Sam carefully shuffled out of bed. She grabbed her dark cloak and Ghostface mask from the closet, running her fingers over the outlines of the eyes, sighing in relief. It felt good to pick up the mask again. Lately, she hasn’t been going out in the streets as much, having you to thank for that. As luck would have it, you gave her a mission (although inadvertently) at the same time the urge to kill became intolerable.
The job was easily done. Sam found Michael still at the party, waiting for the right moment. Michael went out the house, going for the alley since the bathroom was occupied. That’s when Sam made her move. Michael did not fight back, the alcohol in his veins dampening his ability to form coherent thoughts (assuming that he is better sober than he is drunk). Behind her mask, Sam was bursting with glee. Oh, how she missed it. There was nothing to compare to the feeling of excitement as you witness someone bleed out before you and the satisfaction that comes with it -- well, maybe nothing except you, her girl.
Sam opens the door to her room, anticipating your body still on the bed, sound asleep, but to her shock, you’re situated on the couch, both eyes on the bloodied mask in her hands.
“Sam, why is there blood on that?” Deep down, you knew the answer. You want to hear the confirmation first before you do anything that could potentially put your life in danger.
“I-it’s paint, baby. Tara’s got an art project for school. I-”
“Don’t give me that bullshit. I’m not five. I know blood when I see it! That is blood!” You point out, frustrated. “And what kind of excuse is an art project?! My neighbor’s cat could make a better excuse.”
“Baby,” Sam’s tone is dangerously low as she stalks closer towards you. “I did it for for you -- for us. The way he was looking at you… I didn’t like it one bit, so I removed his eyes.”
You get up from your seat, going to the farthest corner in the room away from Sam. She does a gesture to signal that she’ll go towards you and you put a hand up in warning. “Stay the fuck away from me! You’re mad!”
“Oh, please. Don’t we all go a little mad sometimes?” She retorted, ignoring your protests.
You flinch from her touch when she touches the side of your face with crimson colored hands. “You’re sick, Sam. I’m calling the cops.”
“But I love you!” Sam yells, her voice breaking at the end. “Can’t you see? I did it for you.”
“You keep saying that, but do you really mean it? ‘Cause if you did this for me, you wouldn’t have done it in the first place.” You spat, punching her abdomen, followed by a kick to the stomach.
Sam doubles over, giving you an opportunity to run, to call the cops, to do something. “Honey, please. Let’s talk about this! I’m sorry, okay? You know how much I love you. Please stop this. You’re hurting me.”
“I am?” You question in dubiety. Sam is clutching her stomach, tears pouring like a water fountain. That’s the moment it hits you. “I am.” Letting your guard down, you run to Sam, clinging to her like a lifeline, your last chance. “Baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
She shushes you, “Hey, it’s okay, I know.” You close your eyes shut as she presses a kiss to your temple. “I love you so much.”
You let her pull you in an embrace, holding your body tightly. How you love her so. You bury your face in the crook of her neck, saying those three words back. She did what was best for the both of you. Nothing can harm you ever again so long as you stay by her side.
“My perfect girl.” Sam whispers. “Do you trust me?”
There was no getting out of this. You’re in it for the long run now. “Trust is a tough thing to come by these days.” You sport a grin against her neck that vanishes quickly, for you don’t want Sam to recognize it. She thinks she has you wrapped around her finger, but she doesn’t know the truth of it. It may be like a game for her, but not for you.
It’s not game over.
Not yet.
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This one is my friend's request she sent me a message asking me to write for
"Write a scenario for when MC is afraid of something like some kind of phobia and asks the brothers for help some help her some tease her and some take advantage of the situation 😏"
Thank you so much for the idea<3
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Warning:
Swear words.
Lucifer: (Helps MC)
When you came running to his study like a killer was chasing you he was so alarmed that he stood guard from his desk when you hid behind him and said shaking
"T-there i-is a m-m-mouse in my r-room please..."
You didn't need to say more he just sprung into action and left his study mumbling something
You slammed his study door shut and he was surprised
Are you really that scared of mice they won't hurt you you are bigger and stronger than any mouse yet they make you shake in you shoes
He captured the little fella and let him out away
When he tried to enter his study room you slammed the door again
"Don't you dare come in here with it in your hand" you warned him
"It's outside MC i don't have it on me" he said
You crack the door to look at his hand and he signed when you opened it
"Seriously you are so extra" He said
You just rolled your eyes and left his study like nothing happened.
Mammon (Takes Advantage of MC)
It was mammon's cooking duty but being the good girlfriend that you are you went to help him with it
He was doing most of the work while you just handed him ingredients and tools
"Mammooooooooon!" Your scream was so loud Mammon dropped everything and came to your rescue
When he saw a little insects on the floor
Mammon picked it up laughing his head off at your scared figure shaking in the corner of the kitchen
"Mammon you stupid idiot throw it out" when you said that Mammon had a good idea in his mind slowly he walked towards you with the insect in hand
"What did you say?" He said teasingly
"I didn't say anything just throw it out" you said now realizing your mistakes
"Come to think about it you didn't tell me how much you love me today" Mammon pinned you to the corner with his empty hand
You were shaking at this point
"I l-love you so much Mammon" you said
"And~" he said getting the insect closer to your face
"And you will always be my first and favorite demon"
"Wrong answer"
"And you are so great and funny and smart and strong and handsome please get it off meeeee!" Your tears threatening to fall
Mammon just threw it out the window and chuckled
"That's not funny do it again and you will be single!" You said
"Oh really?"
"This is not a threat this is a promise try me m*****f*****".
Satan (Helps MC)
"AHHHHH!" you screamed running out your room and straight to Satan's
He was ready to yell at you for the noise, the door slam and interrupting his reading but he stopped when he saw your eyes all red and glossy
"S-satan why did the power went off like that?" You sniffled and he sighed
"Darling there is a storm outside it looks like we will be like this for a while" he said
All you can see is his shining demonic green eyes and you knew he could see in the dark and you couldn't so you just stuck beside him like a leech
"Satan baby can i stay here with you?" You asked
"No i am busy and you need to go as soon as the power comes back on" he said going back to reading his book
"I can't i am afraid of the dark and what if the power goes back off so please let me stay i won't speak i will just hold your hand and sleep" you said hoping he would change his mind but he didn't
"Fine i will go ask Lucifer then" you got up to leave when you felt him grab your arm and pulled you back down
"You really know how to get on my nerves human" he said
"You will let me stay?" You said
"Just stay quiet please" he kissed your forehead and went back to his book
Few minutes and you said
"Can you read me bed time stories?" You asked and he opened his mouth to reply but you closed it back up with a kiss and once you pulled away you added
"Pretty please my love" you said
Satan just stared for few seconds then said
"Pick a book"
"YAY! You are the best i would like you to read 'Flower with thorns' for me" you said snuggling close to his chest knowing that you will be asleep before the first chapter ends
Beelzebub (Helps MC)
You were working out with Beel...well he was working out you just worked as extra weight for him to carry
When he was done he picked you up bridal style and was rocking you playfully back and forth when he saw the look of horror on your face looking up the wall a giant spider was crawling on it
"B-beel" you said but before you say anything Beel put you down and killed the spider with his hands
When he came back to pick you up you backed away from him which made him confused but soon realized that he will have to wash his hands before touching you again so he went and took a shower as a whole and you did the same
Cuddling on his bed when you said
"Beel thank you for killing that spider earlieri don't know what i would've done without you" you said rubbing your hand on his chest
He blushed and swallowed his snack before saying
"I am glad to help MC i won't let anything hurt you" he said squeezing your hand
You give him a kiss before both of you drift off to sleep
Belphie: (Takes advantage of MC)
"Belphie STOP!" You ran to your room and closed the door holding it shut for dear life because Belphie was holding an insect in his hand trying to put it on you
He overpowered you and came in you screamed and ran around the room till he cornered you
You started to cry but unlike Mammon he is not that easy to convince
"What do you want" you said hiding your head in his cow pillow that was on the ground
He took a moment to appreciate the cute sight of you curled up on the ground and said
"How about a deal? I kill the insect and you give me your desert for a week" he said
"How about you stop being spoiled and protect me instead of scaring me" your words hit him right and he put the insect away and killed it he grabbed your hand to pull you up for a hug but you didn't want that
"Let me go i am mad at you" you said crawling away from him when he pounced on you and pinned you down to the ground and said
"Aw please MC forgive me i was just joking" he begged
"If you think i will let you off the hook that easily you are dead wrong Belphegor" you said
Yep he f up and he knew so when you called him his actual full name.
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CHANGE MY MIND
Luke Hughes x fem reader
word count: ~5K
tw: soft smut?? (like i just dont really go into detail cause im insecure writing about it lmao) losing virginity, drinking/partying (underage), swearing, angst
requested: no but y’all voted for him to be my next fic
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Luke Hughes; some may describe him as the future of hockey, but to you he was just a huge pain in the ass. You’ve known Luke pretty much your whole life because your moms played hockey in university together. Every summer your mom dragged you out to the Hughes’ lake house to spend time with them. The lake house was beautiful and would have been fun, if you weren’t forced to hangout with Luke. Since as early as you could remember, Luke knew how to make you miserable. For instance, the boys would go off swimming and Luke would lock you in the bathroom so you couldn't go with them. Or he’d push you in the lake fully clothed. The boy knew how to drive you crazy.
When you were 15, your mom decided to move you to Michigan in the house directly across the street from the Hughes’. She said it was to be close to “family”. She meant Ellen. You never understood your mom and Ellen's friendship, but they were like sisters. Changing schools was a tough adjustment for you but Jack was a senior at the time, and being the older brother figure he was, made sure you fit in. Luke on the other hand completely ignored you, even though you were in every single one of his classes. 
In your senior year, you started to talk to one of the boys on the US development team. You had your first kiss by his locker, which just so happened to be beside Lukes. Luke being Luke made gagging sounds the whole time, which really ruined the memory. The two of you finally had set up your first date but he never showed. You had waited an hour or so before you texted him but he had completely ghosted you. You ran over to the Hughes house, where your mom and Ellen were, and burst into tears. Your mom and Ellen held you while you cried over your first heartbreak. After they consoled you for a while, Ellen had called Luke and his friend Dylan down to come watch a movie with you guys in an attempt to cheer you up. Luke plopped down on the couch beside you and just stared at you. 
“Did your date not show?” he asked, but his tone was not empathetic, it was blunt. 
“I knew you had something to do with this. God I hate you!” You say and storm off. 
“Lukey, you didn't?” Ellen sighs. Luke tried to defend himself but Dylan's guilty expression gave his lies away. 
You had spent the rest of your senior year ignoring Luke, Dylan and any other hockey boy for that matter. You focused on soccer and getting into a good school. The day you received your acceptance letter to UCLA on a full D1 soccer scholarship was the best day of your life. Your mom had the Hughes’ over for dinner to celebrate you.
“California hey? That's a long way from Michigan.” 
“2360 miles to be exact.” You said bluntly. 
“Is this what you really want?” Luke questioned sincerely. 
“Why wouldn't it be? You really can’t ever be happy for me can you?” You got up and left the table. Ellen glaring over at Luke.
“What? She has always talked about going to umich, I never said I wasn’t happy for her.” Luke got up from the table and followed you out onto your back porch. 
“I come in peace.” He says holding his hands up.
“What do you want, Hughes?”
“I just wanted to say congrats and sorry if I sounded like I wasn't proud of you.” He gave a half smile before he turned back into the house. You followed him and the two of you joined your parents again to finish dinner. Neither of you really spoke to one another again that night but for once there was no hostility in the air while the two of you were in the same room. 
Your freshman year at UCLA was awful. You maybe got 5 minutes of game time the entire season, which typically the older players get more time, but you sat 99% of the time. You had made a few friends on the team but they never invited you out and you spent most of your time alone in your dorm. You missed home desperately so you decided to apply for a transfer to umich. They quickly accepted you and were excited for you to join their soccer team. 
You were excited to be going home for summer, because you knew you didn't have to say goodbye at the end. You had arrived home in mid-may and were picked up at the airport by your mom and Ellen. They were ecstatic to see you, pulling you in for a big hug. 
“I heard that Michigan is getting a new star soccer player?” Ellen nudged.
“Yeah,” you say with a big smile, “I haven't told Lukey yet, have you?” 
“No, your mom just told me on the car ride over. I’ll let you tell him the good news.”
You weren't sure if Luke would think that you transferring is good news, but he did know that you always wanted to go to umich. 
You pulled up to your home and unloaded your stuff back into your bedroom. Your mom had left everything exactly how you had it before you went to UCLA. After unpacking, you and your mom went over to have lunch with Jim and Ellen. It was just the two of them because Jack and Quinn decided to go on a last minute trip to Hawaii and Luke and his teammates were already at the lake house. You listened as your mom and Ellen laughed about their college experiences and you were secretly hoping that you would be able to find an undeniable connection like theirs at umich.
A few weeks later, you headed down to the lake house. Jack and Quinn were home now and most of the umich boys were gone, except for Dylan, who you already knew. They all walked over to you when you arrived, excited to see you.
“You have to tell me all about Cali!” Quinn says, giving you a tight hug.
“Did you make all the Cali boys fall in love with you?” Jack teases, also pulling you in for a hug. Jack's comment made Luke scoff, rolling his eyes and continuing walking right past you and to the fridge. You give Jack a look and he shrugs his shoulders. You were hoping that this summer would be different, but so far Luke is proving to be the same stubborn asshole he always was to you. 
As the weeks went on, Luke was still giving you the cold shoulder, excluding you from anything him and the rest of the boys were doing. One night while you were all sitting around the fire, you decided to download tinder. Jack scooched his lawn chair closer to you and gave his unsolicited opinions on each potential guy that appeared on your screen.
“Nope, nuh uh.” He says through a cheesy grin. 
“But he has a dog!” You tease
“Y/n, there's no way he's 19, he looks 35.”
“But- but he has a dog!” You laugh even more.
“I’ll literally buy you a dog, just please just swipe left.” You swiped left, exposing the next guy on your screen.
“He’s bald. RED FLAG.” He shouts, causing you to laugh even harder than you already were. You swipe left again but this time a cute boy appeared. His bio made him sound like a nice and funny guy too. 
“He’s a beauty, right.” Jack says swiping right for you. It was automatically a match too. “Oh would you look at that! What should we say?”
“WE are not going to say anything.”
“Oh c'mon y/n, I set it up!”
“You literally swiped your finger across my phone screen Jack.”
The boy messaged you instantly, causing your cheeks to get hot. Thankfully it was dark out so no one could see. You texted with the boy, smiling at the flirtatious comments you were recieving. You could feel a glare, burning through the fire. You look up to see Luke staring at you, his image a bit blurry from the heat separating you two. You tried to ignore his judgmental looks, but every time you looked up he was already looking at you. 
“I think I’m gonna head to bed.” You say, trying to get away from Lukes glare. The boys all collectively said goodnight.
You chatted with the tinder boy, Caden, 24/7. He gave you butterflies and a smile always appeared on your face when he texted you. 
“You should invite tinder boy over tomorrow y/n. We can go out on the boat and have a BBQ.” Jack suggests. You nod in agreement and message Caden, who seemed excited to come see you. 
The day started off great, Caden was kind and made it very known how much he was into you. 
“Let's go on the boat!” Quinn says and Jack and Dylan follow him out of the kitchen, out onto the back patio. 
“I gotta use the bathroom first.” Luke says leaving you and Caden alone. 
“Thanks for the invite.” He says with a smile, pulling you gently by your waist for a kiss. You hear Luke come out of the bathroom and break away. 
“Are you guys ready?” Luke asks, not looking up from his phone. 
“Yep.” You walk towards the door, Luke waiting for you all to leave so he can lock it. 
“Oh shit I forgot my sunglasses upstairs.” Caden says. “You go, I'll meet you down there.” You smile before heading down to the boat. Luke and Caden follow behind shortly after, both extra quiet once they step onto the boat. Caden barely spoke to you out on the boat. He wasn’t rude but just stopped putting in the effort with you. You wondered if Luke had said something to him but the boys were all talking like nothing had happened, which made you feel excluded once again.  
You got back to the lake house in the early evening and Caden had to go home. He thanked everyone for allowing him to join and you walked him to his car. You went to kiss him goodbye but instead he awkwardly pulled you into a side hug and completely friend-zoned you. 
You walked back into the lake house, visibly hurt and Quinn quickly came over to talk to you privately. 
“He just wants to be friends.” You say with a sad attempt at a smile. “It's fine though, I've only known him for a few weeks.”
“Yeah but it still sucks, why don’t we all watch a movie?” He says while giving you a squeeze. You go over and sit by Luke on the couch. He doesn’t say anything to you, just passes you some sour skittles, which just happen to be your favourite candy. 
Over the next few weeks, you kinda just moped around. You were hurt that Caden just wanted to be friends. Luke and Dylan were constantly off doing their own thing so you had been spending a lot of time with your mom and Ellen. You were sitting at the kitchen island, eating some pretzels when Jim and Quinn came in. 
“We stopped by the house and noticed this package on your guys front porch” Jim says, handing the parcel to you. You opened it up and it was a welcome package from the University of Michigan. Inside was a hoodie, tshirt, hat and a water bottle along with a welcome message from your new soccer coach. 
“You’re going to umich?” Quinn exclaims. 
“Yeah I decided to transfer.” You say, giving Quinn a soft smile. 
“Good choice.” He says.
“Have you told Luke yet?” Ellen asks. 
“No, I haven't really talked to Luke at all to be honest.” You say swirling your pretzel around in the bowl of hummus. “I will tonight though.” 
The boys were throwing a going away party for Luke and Dylan because they were heading to Alberta for the rescheduled world junior tournament. You came down stairs, wearing a cute crop top and jean shorts, and said hi to some of the familiar hockey boys. You were chatting with Jack and Trevor Zegras when you noticed your “not so happy ending” tinder date walk in with another girl. The girl was practically hanging off of him and he was giving her all the attention that you craved from him that day on the boat. 
“Don’t worry about him bubs, you were too good for him anyways.” Jack yells over the loud music. 
You went to the kitchen to grab a drink to distract yourself, bumping into Luke who was leaning against the counter. You figured there’s no better time than now to tell him about the transfer. 
“Hey.” You say with a soft smile. Luke returns the smile, but you can tell he’s got something on his mind. “You good?” 
“Eh, a bit nervous to be honest.” He says, leaning down so you can hear him. 
“There’s no need to be Lukey, I know you’ll do great.” And with that Luke had the biggest grin across his face. 
“Thanks. Are you excited for the soccer season to start up soon?” 
“I am! I actually decided to tran-“
“Luke! Great party! Thanks for inviting us!” Caden says, the girl still hanging off of him giggling. Your eyes fill with tears instantly. He intentionally invited him because he knew it would hurt your feelings. You look at Luke as tears flow down your cheeks, Quinn noticing right away and coming over to you and pulling you upstairs away from the crowd of people.
“You’re a real asshole, you know that right?” Quinn says to his younger brother. Luke simply just nods. 
You went home after that night. You didn’t watch any of the world juniors, though you normally loved watching them. You also turned down the invite to Luke’s 19th birthday party which made Ellen sad. 
“Why doesn't she want to come?” Ellen frowns.
“Don't push it mom.” Quinn said with a sad smile. 
However Luke wanted you there. He wanted to say sorry but you blocked him on everything so he had no way of reaching you. He even asked Jack if he could borrow his phone, but Jack denied his request. 
You switched your focus off of Luke and onto soccer fairly quickly as your preseason was starting. Your team was doing well, and you were finally getting the playing time you felt you deserved. 
You practiced your passing drills with your new teammates when they stopped to stare at the group of boys running up the sidelines. 
“Ahh yes, the boys hockey team.” One swoons
“They’re literally all so hot.” Another says. You rolled your eyes at their comments, but were thankful that Luke had a leg injury so he wasn’t participating in the run. However, you notice a boy wave and run towards you.
“Y/n?” A familiar voice calls.
“Oh hey Duker!” You say, running to meet him halfway.
“I didn't know you were transferring?” 
“Yeah I missed home and Cali wasn't all it was cracked up to be.” Dylan gave you a smile, hesitating before he asked his next question.
“Does Luke know?” You rolled your eyes. “ He never mentioned it to me, that's why I'm surprised to see you.” 
“No he doesn't, and even if he did I doubt he’d tell you.” You scoff. 
“C’mon Duke.” His coach yells
“I gotta go, but see ya around.”
“Sure, oh and Duker?”
“Yeah?”
“Don't tell Luke I'm here, I would actually like to enjoy my sophomore year.”
“Okay sure thing y/n/n.” He chuckles as he runs back to his teammates. 
You turn back to join your teammates when they practically attack you.
“You know boys on the hockey team?” They squeal.
“Yeah I guess.” You mumble back.
“Oh my gosh! You'll have to get us into some of their parties!” You couldn't imagine going to any of their parties but you wanted the girls on your team to like you so you give a simple smile and nod causing them all to giggle. 
You head back to your dorm after your practice when you get a text from Dylan.
Dylan Duke: hey! there’s a party tonight at my place if you and your friends want to come (:
You: is luke gonna be there…
Dylan Duke: nah he’s been in a mood recently we haven’t really seen him much tbh
You: okay cool we’ll come (: what time?
Dylan Duke: yay! And come anytime after 9
You sent out a text to your new teammates who were beyond excited. They came over to your dorm and you all got ready together for the party. You grabbed a bottle of vodka from under your bed that Jack had given you as a welcome home gift and headed out.
You got to the sophomore house at 9:40, being welcomed by an already tipsy Dylan.
“Y/N! I am SO glad you decided to come.” He shouts over the loud music, throwing his arm over your shoulder. He was so giddy, which made you laugh. You follow Dylan into the crowded house, weaving through people to get to the kitchen. Dylan took the bottle of vodka from you and poured you a glass and mixed in some juice from the fridge. 
“Oh Dukers the bartender now eh?” A boy with brown hair and brown eyes says, causing Dylan to chuckle.
“Guys, this is y/n, we went to high school together! She actually was neighbours with Luke!” His statement made you roll your eyes, causing the other boys to laugh.
“Well that's unfortunate for you y/n. I’m Ethan by the way. This is Mark and Mackie, we all actually live with Luke and Dylan.” he says, mocking dylan.
“Wow, God’s saving you a special place in heaven for putting up with Luke.” They all laughed at your joke. Dylan grabs your arm and pulls you over to the dining room to play beer pong, a few boys checking you out along the way. You and Dylan beat some of the freshmen at pong, when a boy approaches you. He was one of the guys who was checking you out earlier.
“Want to be my partner next?” 
“Sure.” You say with a smile. 
You and the new boy started playing against Dylan and Mark when all hell breaks loose. 
“Y/n?” You hear an all too familiar nagging voice say from behind you. You turn around, and there he is. Luke Hughes, the boy you detest.
“Oh hey Luke!” You say super sarcastically, slurring your words slightly though since you were a bit tipsy.
“Why are you in my house?”
“Dylan invited me.” Dylan's eyes got wide at the sight of what was about to happen.
“Why would Dylan invite you here all the way from Cali?
“I go here now.” You say sticking up your nose and turning from him, sinking your shot instantly. Dylan grabbed the drink you sunk the ball into and scurried into the kitchen. Luke followed him.
“Dude, why didn't you tell me she transferred?”
“She asked me not to.” He says, sipping on his beer.
“What the fuck? So you just didn't? When was I supposed to find out?”
“I only found out today Luke, calm down. Plus after the way you treated her in the summer I don't blame her for not wanting you to know.”
Luke poured himself a drink in an attempt to help him relax, but the sight of you is making his blood boil. He comes over and stands directly beside the table and doesn't say a word.
“Can I help you?” You huff, but he still doesn't answer. You scoff and return to the game with the cute boy. You guys won another round of pong and the boy pulls you in for a hug in celebration. He pulls back slightly and smirks at you, which makes Luke laugh. You shake your head in annoyance at his reaction.
“Goodluck trying to get with her buddy,” Luke starts, “pretty sure she's still a virgin so she won't be putting out.”
“Okay first of all, what the fuck Luke? And second, so what if I am? I'm sure someone here would love to take it.” The cute boy looks down at you with his eyebrow raised and that same smirk. He lowers his hands down to your hips and pulls you in close. He grabs your face and begins making out with you. 
Luke slammed his cup down, grabbed you by the arm and pulled you out of the living room and down the hall to his bedroom. 
“What are you doing?” You yell.
“What am I doing? What are you doing?”
“I was kissing a boy, what's so wrong with that?”
“What was his name? Huh? And he was only kissing you cause he saw you as a notch in his belt.”
“Gee thanks. Also thanks for telling literally everyone im a fucking virgin too. You know, I just don't get it Luke, why do you hate me so much?” You say pulling your arm out from his hand. Luke nervously runs his hand through his hair and down his face.
“I don't. I really don't,” he says queitly, “and it's shitty cause it was a lot easier to hate you than it is to see you with someone else.” 
“What is that even supposed to mean Luke.” You scoff.
“It means I've been in love with you for years but knew it would never happen so I was just mean to you so I could hide how I really felt.” He admits, causing you to literally gasp. Luke Warren Hughes just admitted he was in love with you, theres no fucking way. 
“Luke, you've never been nice to me though.” You say looking down at the ground. 
“At first I just thought it was fun to annoy you, but when you moved to Michigan I realized I liked you. I kept teasing because I liked the way it made you flustered, and how much attention you gave me when you were pissed at me… but then that stopped working.” his voice trails off.
“I would have given you more attention if you were nice to me Luke, that makes no sense.”
“I really don't think you would have.” He says stepping closer to you. “I’m shocked you're still standing here to be honest.
“You’re right. I should leave.”
“Then why haven't you?” He says, moving closer again.
“I.. I.. I don’t…”
“Like I said, I like when you get flustered.” Your eyes got wide, and your heart began to race as Luke moved closer one last time, putting one hand on your waist and the other underneath your chin. He tilted your head up to look at his face. His eyes examined you, looking straight into your eyes before his gaze migrated down to your lips. He tilted your head up slightly more as he leaned in and placed his lips to yours. 
You gasped at the intensity that electrified your body, sending shockwaves to your core. Luke took that as an opportunity to shove his tongue down your throat. You couldn't even fully process what was happening, but you knew you didn't want it to stop. You grind your hips up into Luke, causing him to let out a groan before you slip your tongue into his mouth and pull him down closer to you. Your arms wrapped around his neck, fingers twirling the curls at the nape of his neck. Luke's hands began to wander down your waist and further down to your ass. He gripped on, pulling you up into his embrace as you wrapped your legs around his waist. You pulled your lips away to catch your breath, resting your forehead onto his, noses pressed against one another. 
“I’ve waited a long time to do that.” Luke says between heavy breathes. 
“Don't stop.” You whisper causing a large grin to appear upon his face. He carries you over to his bed, gently laying you down. He proceeds to take off his shirt, exposing his muscular figure. You had seen Luke shirtless many times, but in this moment it was so much different. He approaches you, lying down on top of you, and smashes his lips to yours again. He tugged at the bottom of your top, insinuating he wanted it off. You lifted your arms above your head and Luke pulled your shirt off, exposing your lace bra underneath. Luke let out a shaky breath before returning to your body. He made his way to your neck, leaving small kisses along your collarbone before his hands began to explore what was underneath your bra.
“Lift up” he says as he unclasps your bra, exposing more of you then you ever thought he’d see. He stared at you in awe causing you to blush. He noticed, which in turn made him blush slightly. You awkwardly slid your arms over your boobs trying to cover up as much as you could.
“Oh, I'm sorry. Are you uncomfortable?” Luke stutters out. 
“No, not really, it’s just no one has seen this much of me before.” 
“Wait, you actually are a virgin?”
“Yeah,” you paused, “is that a problem?”
“Absolutely not. We don't have to if you don't want to?”
“I want to.” you say quicker than you mean too. “But can we start off slow first? I- I’ve never even been touched before.” 
“Ever?” He whispered back, genuinely shocked. 
“Yeah.” You say shifting your head away. Luke gently grabbed your chin and brought it back, laying his lips to yours once again. He slowly made his way down your body, planting kisses along your sweet spots. He unbuttoned your pants and helped you remove them. He paused and looked at you one last time.
“Don’t tease me, Lukey.” You whine, and with that he's down between your legs. Your body is filled with an array of feelings, being overwhelmed by the pleasure you were receiving. You didn't feel awkward anymore, instead you felt safe and comfortable. Your core began to tighten and you couldn't control the pulsations going through your body. Luke pulled away for a brief moment, you let out a whine to let him know your disappointment. He then returns to you, full force, his body crashing into yours. 
“Is this okay?” He grunts.
“Ye-yeah.” Your heart was racing, breaths were heavy, and hands were grasping for any inch of Luke they could touch. That tight feeling in your core returned and intensified while Luke’s movements became more sloppy. Luke flopped his body down next to you on his bed, resting his hand on his abdomen, trying to catch his breath.
“Did it hurt?” He says between breaths.
“It did at the start, but then it felt good.” Luke smiled, turning over to face you. You did the same. 
“You're so beautiful.” He says, planting a kiss on your forehead. 
“I like this side of you.” You say softly. 
“I’m sorry for being so mean all of those years. And I'm really sorry about this past summer I-”
“I forgive you Lukey.” 
“Really?”
“Mmmhmmm.” You giggle, cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a kiss. Luke stares at you for a few minutes in silence. “What's on your mind?” you ask.
“If i’m the first boy to touch you, am I also the first to tell you I love you?
“Yes, yes you are. You did a good job at scaring every boy I’ve ever been interested in away.”
“Good, cause I also plan on being the only one.” He says, giving you another kiss. “And those boys didnt deserve you. Cmon, let's clean up a bit.” 
Luke rolled off the bed, gathering the pile of clothes on the floor, slipping his boxers and pants on before handing you your undergarments. 
“Luke?”
“Yeah, y/n/n?”
“I love you too.” Luke blushes at the confession you just made. He went to respond but was interrupted by a knock on his door. He picked up his t-shirt off the floor and threw it at you and you quickly put it on. Luke opened the door a crack and popped his head out. It was Dylan. 
“Sup duker?” Luke asks. 
“Dude why did you embarrass y/n like that? Like you need to get over yourself and just tell her how you feel.”
“Why should I do that?” He says, biting his tongue to hold back a laugh. 
“Cause dude! Maybe she’ll like you back if you’re actually nice to her! And I'm tired of your mopey ass every summer when you see her and you ruin your chances over and over!”
“Wait, you’re telling me Duker knew how you felt all this time and not me?” You chime in, which makes Luke open his door more so Dylan can see you sitting on Luke’s bed. You gave Dylan a small laugh and wave, causing his jaw to drop. 
“ABOUT TIME!” He yells pulling Luke in for a hug, that he doesn’t return. Luke rolled his eyes. “Guys Luke finally made a move!” Dylan announces and the rest of the team cheers. 
“Wait, they ALL knew?” You say getting up and smacking Luke’s arm. Luke laughed, pulling you into his chest, embracing the girl he’s loved for years. 
“Do you want to go back out to the party?”
“Not really.” You smirk. Luke closes the door then leans down and places a few kisses to your lips. 
“Good, cause neither did I.” 
You always thought you hated him and that he always hated you; but he never truly did and maybe deep down you never did either, because your feelings of annoyance and resentment quickly turned to comfort and love with a confession. With a simple "I love you" in the heat of a moment, you changed your mind about Luke Hughes.
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iamnotoriginalphil · 5 months
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Nothing is Black and White (Leonora Lesso x f!Reader)
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Synopsis: Lesso never thought evil could have a soulmate. Luckily, you were there to prove her wrong
Words: 2.6k
Warnings: swearing, blood
The black fleck on Lesso’s cheek had been mocking her for the entirety of her life. She’d known, deep down in her blackest of hearts, that the black would never explode into a galaxy of colour over her cheekbone. True love was insipid and stupid and only for the good. Evil was not given a soulmate, only the tautening of the mark left unfulfilled on their skin.
It’s what drove evil to destroy the happiness of all those awful princes and princesses.
She swept out of her quarters, avoiding looking at any reflective surface. She’d done her best to avoid looking at herself since she’d arrived at the school all those years ago. All that did was make her stomach feel as if it was trying to escape her body.
The school was changing. Her lip curled up as she saw the sheer amount of pink now littering her halls. The smiles, all beautiful and kind. The way the dark and the light was beginning to curl around one another in her school.
So many fucking shades of grey.
She stormed through the halls, forgoing breakfast, making for her office. Students jumped out of her way, melting into the shadows to keep from feeling her wrath. She slammed the door to her office open, enjoying the way some of the students jumped.
Settled behind the desk, she could feel the power coursing through her veins. She lent back, surveying the paper work on her desk with a critical eye. Still in charge, still in control, this change of the system was not going to drive her crazy. She was better than that.
Her eyes flicked up when the door was opened, depositing a smiling Dovey in her lair, glancing over her shoulder. She sighed, placing her pen down, sentence unfinished, thought broken off. Her sigh was enough to bring the godmother’s attention to her.
“There you are,” she said, practically trilling it across the space.
“In my office,” she said, sarcasm dripping from every word, “how surprising.”
“When we didn’t see you at breakfast we began to worry you’d hauled another student down to your doom room,” she said.
“We?” She raised a singular eyebrow.
Her face fell as you walked in, the end of a laugh lifting your lips, making your eyes sparkle. The smile didn’t dim as those sparkling eyes landed on her and her blood froze in her veins. Because there was another reason just the thought of soulmates made her want to retch. And it was staring right at her.
“Did you need something?” she drawled, tearing her eyes away from you.
“I was wondering.” Her eyes darted up to you as you spoke, “if maybe I could sit in on one of your classes today? You’re so good at commanding a room.”
“You want to watch me teach?”
You nodded, bridging the space between her desk and the door. Dovey, always more reticent in Lesso’s space, hung back but you’d never had such compunctions. It was one of the things that infuriated her so much. The way that she seemed to scare of everyone but you. Where people kept their distance from her, you seemed to be drawn into her personal space.
“I know I’ll never manage to capture your whole…” Your eyes ran over her body then back to her face, “everything but if I watch I might be able to pick up on some tricks for my own classes.”
She considered you. Your smile was unmoving and your face was so open with hope. She wanted to crush it. That would destroy the odd feeling in her body, like her heart was growing too big for her chest. You in your stupid little dress and your pretty hair and your beautiful face.
“No.”
She turned back to her paperwork, assuming that would be the end of the discussion. Feet shuffled in front of the desk. She glanced up. You were still there, looking down at her, smile a little dimmed but no less alluring.
“Please,” you asked, and she could see what it would be to have you on your knees begging. Just the thought made her heart beat a little harder.
“What’s in it for me?” she asked.
The smile on your face settled more comfortably on your face. She stood, just as you began to make your way around the desk. You paused, eyes gliding up her body, lips parting before they stretched back into a smile.
“What do you want?” you asked.
Oh, how she could answer that question. With you standing in front of her, the only kind of want filling her mind was one that led to you screaming her name. Your eyes found hers and there was something so addictive in the way you looked at her. She scoffed.
“There is nothing you could give me,” she said, turning her head away from you.
“Are you sure?”
Her eyes flicked down to you again. Your teeth had sunk into your bottom lip, stopping that smile from spreading further. Her mouth grew dry at the sight, wanting to do the same until she tasted your blood. You were far too tempting, and you seemed to know it.
“Fine,” she snapped, “observe my class. But don’t come back afterwards.”
“Thank you.” You made it sound like she’d given you something more than permission to watch her teach, “oh.”
Your hand reached up, brushing against her cheekbone. She shuddered, something warm sparking from that touch. Her breath caught just for a moment. You held up your fingertip.
“Eyelash,” you said, “make a wish.”
She managed to drag her gaze down to it, eyebrows drawing together when she saw the dark lash resting on a rainbow on your skin. A horrifying realisation was dawning on her. She knocked it aside, snarling at you. Your eyes widened before you drew back, averting your gaze.
“Sorry,” you muttered.
“Get out,” she growled.
You nodded, turning on your heels, brushing past Dovey to leave. The other dean offered her a disapproving look before sweeping out of her office, closing the door politely. Lesso waited a moment, long enough to be sure you had left, that there was no chance of being interrupted again.
With a flick of her finger the door locked, ensuring no one would be able to surprise her as she did what she had to. She sat behind her desk again, hand rummaging through the drawer until her fingers closed around something small and cold. She pulled it out, leaning back in her seat as she spun the small hand mirror, considering it before she could bring herself to look into it.
If those colours meant what she thought they did… They couldn’t. There was no way.
She flashed the mirror up, reflecting her cheekbone back at herself. A splash of colour, small and insignificant if she couldn’t still feel your finger brushing over it, following the line of it exactly. She ran her own finger over it, her insides beginning to feel as if they were eating themselves.
Evil didn’t have soulmates. Just like they didn’t get true love. That was what made them evil.
She pressed her lips together. She had no idea if you’d noticed but she was going to do everything in her power to make sure you never did. She picked up the black pen from her desk, inking over the mark until it looked just as it had that morning.
She cursed you and your inability to do as everyone else did and keep your distance from her.
When you walked into her last class of the day, the unsettled feeling that had begun in her stomach when she’d looked in the hand mirror had grown into something intolerable. She needed it gone and she needed it gone now. But there you were, standing at the back of the room, that same smile on your face that made her heart beat fast and her skin feel warm. You straightened your spine when her eyes alighted on you.
“Keep quiet and don’t interrupt,” she snapped at you, slamming the door to the room closed.
She then spent the entire hour ignoring your presence hovering just on the periphery of her vision. It was as if you demanded her attention, desperate for her to remember the matching rainbow on your fingertip. She kept averting her face from you, refusing to give in to the tugging in her chest.
Because it was wrong. It had to be wrong. Evil wasn’t given a chance at happiness.
She ended the lesson, dismissing the students. With her back turned to the room she could listen to their chatter as they left, assuming you’d slip out with them. Silence descended and she let out a long breath.
A warm hand touched her shoulder, practically burning her through her coat. She spun, face turning into a snarl. You blinked up at her but didn’t flinch back the way any normal person would have. It left her feeling on the back foot.
“Watching you is like a masterclass in being the boss of a classroom,” you said and she had to do her best to not allow herself to bask in the compliment.
“You would be too if you were a better teacher,” she said.
You shouldn’t have laughed but you did.
“Ouch.” You were still laughing, “but I suppose that’s a fair assessment.”
She gave you what she thought was a withering look but you were still laughing. She could not understand you. You were like a puzzle that she hadn’t worked out yet, something to pull apart to see if she could put it back together again. She shouldn’t want to, but it burned through her veins with an intensity that was hard to ignore.
“So,” you said and she didn’t like the way your voice changed. Not so light and yet still playful, “are we going to talk about what happened this morning?”
She stiffened.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Your smile turned indulgent and you took a step back, fingertips trailing over the surface of one of the small students’ desk. You looked away, turning your gaze to the chalkboard and the notes she’d left written on it but she got the feeling it was to give her privacy. She didn’t like that at all.
“Nothing happened this morning,” she growled.
“Okay,” you laughed.
“It didn’t,” she snapped.
You circled around her, fingers still trailing along the surfaces you passed until you were standing behind her desk like you were the teacher and she was the student. Something about it felt wrong and yet the way you were looking at her was also thrilling.
“So if a certain mark on my finger changed colour this morning, right after my meeting with you, you’d say that was nothing?” you asked, said finger resting on your chin in a mock thoughtful position.
“It could have happened any time,” she scoffed.
“It made me realise that we’d never had skin to skin contact before,” you said, beginning to circle back around the desk, “all this time and it’s not as frequent as the stories suggest. You keep everyone at arms length.”
“For good reason.”
You were advancing on her and she was backing up. Giving up ground was not something she enjoyed doing, but having you so close to her was also unacceptable. Her head never worked right when you were in her personal space.
“It makes me wonder if you’re afraid of finding your soulmate,” you said.
“I’m not afraid,” she snapped.
Her back hit the cool metal of the window. Your chin tilted downwards, eyes sparking when they met hers, lips curling up at the corners in the most enticing manner. Her breath left her as you closed the final foot of distance.
“Then why have you covered it up?”
She froze when your finger ran over her skin, in the exact same place as that morning. It still sent heat coursing through her veins. When it drew back she could see black ink staining your skin, hiding the colours she’d seen that morning. Your eyes flicked down to it then back to her.
“Well, would you look at that,” you murmured.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she said but her voice had lost the edge she wanted.
“We can play this game of pretend for as long as you want,” you said, leaning towards her until she could feel your breath ghosting over her skin, “but you and I both know what this means.”
“No,” she growled.
Her hands landed on your shoulders, nails digging in and she spun you until it was your back against the window, pinned to it as she stared at you. You said nothing as her eyes roved over you, taking in all of you. Taking in everything. And you just let her.
She crushed her lips to yours, needing to take control back of the situation. But then you sighed into her mouth, and your hands pressed into her lower back, soft and sweet and she needed to stop it. Or else you’d drag her under and she’d drown.
Her teeth sunk into your lower lip, waiting for you to begin to struggle. Instead, you arched towards her, submitting as the coppery tang of blood coated her tongue and you whimpered. Your hands pressed her to you more insistently until there was no space between your two bodies.
“Evil doesn’t get soulmates,” she hissed into your mouth before you kissed her again.
“Then maybe you’re not as evil as you thought,” you murmured.
She kissed you again before the thought could burrow too far into her brain. With her lips on yours all thoughts faded away. It was so easy to focus on how soft you were, how malleable, how warm. When she was kissing you something within her chest ignited and she wasn’t sure she wanted to put it out.
“We’re not soulmates,” she groused.
You pushed her back, just a step. With your own blood smeared over your lips and your eyes blown wide you’d never looked so delectable. She just wanted to taste every inch of you.
“Keep telling yourself that,” you replied, “I’ll let you pretend whatever you want as long as you keep kissing me.”
“We’re not,” she insisted.
“Of course not.” You were smiling again.
“We’re…” You brushed your finger across her cheekbone again and her heart thudded hard enough to make her feel winded, “we’re…”
“Soulmates,” you whispered.
“Soulmates,” she echoed, more mouthing the word than vocalising it.
Your finger was still running along her cheekbone, following the line of her soul mark. She caught it, staring down at the swirl of colour. You held still as she considered it, taking in what the knowledge actually meant to her. She had a soulmate. It wasn’t a myth. Evil could have soulmates and she’d found hers.
You lent up on your tiptoes, lips softly brushing against her cheekbone, right over the mark. Her heart fluttered, such softness still strange to her. She couldn’t look away from you when you drew back. You were so beautiful it was almost physically painful.
So instead of telling you, she kissed you again, leaving you pinned to the window, her fingers in your hair, your arms around her waist. But she thought you might have known what she was thinking. And she thought you might have been thinking the same thing.
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natashaslesbian · 28 days
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How about Nat x Teen Resder where she's having a bad day and Nat goes all mama bear mode to distract her and make her feel better
Mama Bear Mode
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Word Count: 678
Parings: (Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader)
Warnings: Reader has some self doubt and there’s a little bit of bullying from Parker
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A/N• this req was so cute thank you! Also this isn’t proof read :)
“Hey kid” Natasha said as she entered your room “haven’t seen you much today” you shrugged and avoided her gaze. The widow knew there was something troubling you but she didn’t like to push. You stayed staring out into the world while Nat came to sit with you at your window seat. “Why don’t we curl up and watch a film? Just like we used to” there had been so many missions lately that you hadn’t spent much time with your favourite agent. “Sure” you mumbled. “Okay, I’ll go grab some snacks and you can pick a film” Natasha said as she jumped to her feet in search for food.
The two of you settled in Natasha’s room, gowned in fluffy pjs and a mountain of snacks. You picked y/f/f and Natasha playfully rolled her eyes, knowing you would be quoting it the whole time. You tried to focus on the story, even though you’d seen it a thousand times, but your mind was racing with self-hatred. “Sweetheart?” Nat cooed, “mhm” you mumbled behind your fist. “Y/n look at me” Natasha said as she reached for your chin, pulling your gaze towards her “what’s going on darling? You’ve not been yourself lately” she said. “Nothing. I’m fine” you shrugged. “Y/n, talk to me” Nat said as she ran her hand through your hair.
You could feel the tears rise to your eyes and held them back as best you could. “Just a bad day” you croaked through shaky breaths. The tears that you tried to stop started to fall. “Oh honey” Natasha said as she pulled you into her arms “what’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” She asked. You ended up telling her everything, how much you hated to look in the mirror, how badly you wanted to know why your parents had given you up. You were grateful that the avengers had taken you in when you were 13, but growing up without parents took it toll on you. You told Nat how much you hated school and how Peter and his friends never included you in anything.
Natasha was shocked to hear of Peters behaviour, he seemed like the nicest boy ever. “Did something happen yesterday to make you this upset?” She asked. “Yeah” you nodded “we were supposed to meet up for lunch in Mr. Cruzes classroom, but they’d planned to meet somewhere else and didn’t tell me, so I just ate there by myself” you sniffled. “I’m so sorry baby” Natasha said as she kissed your forehead, masking her anger. “It’s not the first time they’ve done it either” you cried. “What?” Nat exclaimed, “right that’s it, I’m speaking to Parker, now!” She said as she shot up off the bed and stormed towards the door.
“Mama don’t go” you whispered as you reached for the redhead. Natasha stopped in her tracks, hearing what you had called her. She turned on her heels to see your big puppy eyes staring up at her. A single year fell from your left eye and Nat was at your side in seconds. “It’s okay baby, I’m not going anywhere, mamas right here” she cooed into your ear as she bundled you into her arms. She pulled you onto her lap as she settled back into bed, pulling the covers up above you both. “Deep breaths baby girl” Natasha encouraged, helping you to regain control of your breathing.
Once you’d calmed down you asked Natasha to turn the volume up on her tv. “That way you’ll still be able to hear it when I say all the lines” you said, burring your head in Natasha’s neck. “There’s no need, I love it when you do that” she said. You fell asleep towards the end of the movie, happily wrapped up in Natasha’s embrace. The widow promised she’d be right there when you woke up, but she knew that in between she would go looking for Peter. You were Natasha’s little girl and anyone who messed with you would face the wrath of the black widow.
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spqcebunsforever · 6 months
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Fuck it, let's do it.
Pairing: LA Buggy x Princess Reader
Summary: Princess Y/n all her life has never got to choose her own path her father has always done it for her. But since she was little she had always felt a connection with the ocean by the way it did its own thing and to her looked so free no one could tell the ocean what to do. But things are about to change for the princess when pirates decide to attack her kingdom.
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Y/n's Pov
I wanted to cry. My whole life my father has decided what was best how I should act and what should happen in my life where I could go or couldn't go. I was okay with it at first because he would tell me that he only wanted me to be safe and protected because I was a princess after all but today my father had taken it too far. This morning he had come up to me saying that he had an amazing surprise for me what I hadn't expected was a prince ready to marry me because my father had practically auctioned me off. Before the prince could even say hello to me I stormed out of the room.
"Oh come on Princess please this young man is very nice and charming and if you get married he said he would join our armies together just think of all the benefits that would give us and the kingdom". I couldn't believe what he was saying normally a father would want their daughter to marry someone because they loved them not for a bloody bigger army. "I'm not marrying a random prince that you pick Father so you can have a bigger army".
My father grabbed my arm and made me face him. "I am your father and you will obey me you are a princess Y/n which means that you have duties you have to perform and if that means marrying this young man then that means you do it so no more arguments I'm going to go back to our guest who you just rudely walked out on and we are going to plan the wedding". He let go of my arm and walked back to the room we were once in.
I could feel tears in my eyes while I was walking back to my room. I knew no matter what I said my father wasn't going to be on my side. He always made me feel trapped and when I tried to stand up for myself he would just call me selfish because a proper princess would do anything for her kingdom. But I guess I'm just not the type of princess he wanted as a daughter.
When I got to my room I immediately went and sat at my window. The best thing about my window is the view of the sea I have always loved the sea ever since I was a little girl I just loved the way the waves could look calm but then they could look so chaotic. But importantly I loved how imperfect the ocean was I loved how all the waves were never perfect but that was okay because even though they weren't perfect everyone still thought they were pretty. Also, the ocean always looked so free no one could tell the ocean what to do or what way to move that's what I wanted I wanted to be free but I knew as long as I was a princess that dream would never come true.
After staring out my window and daydreaming about how I wish my life was I decided that the best thing I could do was take a nap. But when I woke up I wasn't woken by the sound of birds chirping or my father calling my name I was woken up by screaming. I wasn't fully awake before a maid frantically opened my door looking at me with pure fear on her face. "Princess Y/n you need to hide pirates are attacking they have got in the castle!" before I could ask where my father was or if he was safe she had left running.
I heard things breaking and people laughing so before I could think too much I ran out of my room to try to make it to our safe room. My father had got it built in case something like this happened I was hoping that he was in there. I was running as fast as I could trying to not run into any pirates but before I could turn the corner to get to the safe room I heard really loud laughing and footsteps so I found a random room to quickly hide in but the only thing in the room I could have hid in was the closet so I quickly ran in there and shut the door hoping the pirates would just pass the room I was in.
But of course, because I have the shittiest luck I heard the door of the room slowly creak open. All I could hear was the pirate's footsteps as the laughter had completely stopped freaking me out so I put my hand over my mouth hoping that would make me more silent. I heard the pirate searching the room probably trying to find money or jewels but then their footsteps stopped. I didn't know if they were still in the room or if they had left but right when I removed my hand from my mouth the closet door swung open and I was met with a pirate who was wearing clown makeup and blue hair.
"Well, well, well here you are princess and here I thought we had lost ya". He pulled me out of the closet by my shoulders "You know when your little husband didn't know where you were we really thought you had gotten away". I just rolled my eyes "He's not my husband and he never will be". Before he could push me out the room door he stopped still holding me by my shoulders. "Ohhhh and why would that be what did Prince Charming do to make you so mad".
"He didn't do anything bad really it's just my father is trying to get me to marry him so he can have a bigger army" He just looked at me confused. "So what are you moaning about your father has found you a rich young boy to get married to who cares about why your father wants you both to get married". He had dropped his arms from my shoulders and was now just standing in front of me.
I crossed my arms "I care I don't want to marry someone because my father said to marry them I want to marry someone because I love them if I marry him I know I won't love him because our marriage was arranged... my whole life my father has been controlling everything I do I just don't want him to control who I end up marrying". After my little speech, I realized that I had practically told this guy my life story I felt my face heat up. "Jesus why am I telling you this you don't care".
"Don't care now that is a lie your highness you've actually got me quite hooked so please carry on". He had made his way over to the rooms bed and sat down on it patting the space next to him and signaling me to sit down. "Why do you care aren't you supposed to be kidnapping me or something" He just shrugged his shoulders as I sat down next to him "Yeah that was the plan but now I'd rather listen to you and from the amount you've already told me I doubt you have anyone else to talk to". Again I felt my face heat up but I just turned away from him "Shut up being a princess is hard work so that means that I don't really make that many friends".
"No disrespect your Highness but I can kinda tell but not the point come on tell me if you don't want to get married to Prince Charming what do ya want to do". I just stared at him for a few seconds "I really don't know all I do know is that I want to be free I want to be like the ocean I want to be my own person and do my own things and make my own decisions I don't want to be a princess anymore". He was just smiling at me "Well I've never heard a princess say that before all the princesses I've met love being filthy rich and told what to do". I couldn't help my eyes roll "And how many princesses have you met like?"
He looked at me with a smirk "Believe it or not I'm actually a very popular guy any Princess would be lucky to meet me so you should call yourself very lucky". I couldn't help the giggle that came out of my mouth and when he heard it he almost looked a little proud. "So what about you have you always wanted to be a pirate?" He just nodded "Yeah you could say that, I grew up on a boat with pirates so I guess it's just always been in my blood". I gave him a smile "That must be lovely " We sat there in silence for a few seconds until he threw himself back on the bed. "Ughhhh why did you have to make me feel bad for you". before I could respond and tell him I wasn't trying to make him feel bad for me he jumped up and put his hand out for me.
"This trip was to go completely different but listen I have room on my boat and I'm kinda always looking for people to join my crew and you just said you wanted to be like the ocean so why not join me on the ocean so you can get away from all this and stop being a princess just like you want". I was sitting in complete shock I didn't even know what to say I thought I was going to die today at the hands of this pirate not get asked to join his crew. But the more I thought about it I thought about how I would be ditching my father but I knew that he would never change and if I stayed he would just be the same controlling my life forever so I grabbed his hand and he pulled me up. "Fuck it, let's do it I'll join".
"Great now" but before he could finish his sentence it looked like something had just popped into his head. "Oh yeah sorry, Your Highness but I didn't get your name I might need to know that if you're going to be part of my crew". I just smiled "My name's Y/n what about you I didn't catch your name either". He introduced himself as Captain Buggy "Nice name it suits you". He just grinned "I know right and same for you Y/n that's such a lovely name I don't think I want to stop saying it now".
I just laughed at his flirting but I wouldn't lie it was nice to hear someone compliment my name. So we made it out of the castle and onto Buggys ship it was beautiful and when we set off I couldn't have been happier to be this close to the ocean was like a dream I was finally on the path of being my own person. Buggy found me staring off at the side of the ship and stood next to me "Hiya gorgeous enjoying the view". I was going to say something to him but before I could the question that I should have asked from the start popped into my head "Hey question where exactly was my father and is he okay?. I saw Buggy cringe but he looked at me and tried to put on a convincing smile "You know let's talk about that later let's just appreciate the ocean a bit more".
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