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chocochipsushi · 8 months

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𝑮𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑼𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆 𝑻𝒐𝒋𝒊’𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆

NSFW! minors do not interact! 18+ only!

🌸Word count: 5.3K

🌸AU: Toji as your father’s best friend, consoling you with his cock after a fight with your dad

🌸CW: cockwarming, toji calling reader all sorts of pretty names, fucking while reader's dad is around, unprotected sex, fluff

🌸A/N: Hello... I am here to clarify some things. I found out recently that I got a pretty established and amazing fanartist on Twitter into a situation where they received backlash for recreating one of my Uncle Toji scenes. I felt so bad because antis were giving the artist shit for something I wrote. So I am here to let all of you know that:

1) reader's age was never specifically spelled out bc I wanted everyone to be able to relate to the reader's age and not be restrained by a number in the story. If I knew that there was a rule where we had to indicate ages of every character in stories, I would have done so... Anyway, if I were to be asked what the OC's age was, I would say she is within the age range of 26-28yo.

2) It will be clear in the last chapter as I tried to give a short back story (before I even saw those mean tweets) but I will let you all know now - Toji was out of the reader's life from age 9 to 24, reader's dad had her at 21, and Toji is a few years younger than the dad. So the math is that the age gap between Toji and the reader is ~18 years.

3) Reader hardly calls Toji by his name because she feels awkward doing that since she's always known him as Uncle Toji. but if you notice, she has been getting braver through the chapters. And she calls him 'Uncle Toji' during sex most of the time coz they like to roleplay??

Anyway, I am only explaining bc I really do not wish to hurt anyone, and I hope the fanartist know that the hate should be directed at me, not at them.

Next chapter will be the last. thank you all for supporting my Uncle Toji series.

<< Part 1 🔞, Part 2 🔞, Part 3 🔞 || Epilogue 🔞 >>

I am surprised when Toji’s hand on the small of my back gently guides me to the side, away from guests trying to lure us into their conversations. I look up at him in confusion and worry, only to be met with a concerned look on his face.

He dips his head so that I can hear him when he murmurs, “You alright, baby? Wanna go home?”

Oh.

I’d had a fight with my dad before coming to the gala dinner. Toji was caught in the crossfire when he came to pick me up. I was initially supposed to meet him at the dinner with my parents, where I would be handed over to Toji since each guest could only bring a Plus One. However, once my dad and I started raising our voices at each other, my mother called Toji right away and got him to come over to take me.

I was glad for it, and I’m sure my parents were, too. I haven’t been in the best of moods since then and Toji knows me way too well to have me engage in any conversation. I am still a good guest in the way I politely respond to questions asked, yet at the same time cutting the conversation short. But Toji understands that I am being civil only for the sake of it.

I give Toji a small smile and shake my head. “No, I’m fine.”

He observes me for a few seconds. Finally, he rubs his thumb on my back and nods. “Okay. But I’ll bring you home early. Let me just talk to Dr. Hung.”

I have no objection to that, so Toji slides his engulfing hand down to take hold of mine and starts walking towards Dr. Hung. I try to listen politely and take mental notes of their conversation, since I am also here to make connections that might benefit my father’s company when I eventually take over. Toji, being my father’s best friend and longest business partner, knows of this and even tries to bring up our company’s name.

By the time they were done talking business, I had Dr. Hung’s name card and a promise to have a business lunch, all thanks to Toji. And finally, when it is just us again, Toji rests a comforting hand on my back and leans down so that his lips are by my ear.

“Let’s bring you home now, shall we?”

I look up and nod my head, to which he returns a nod at. Before we leave, however, Toji looks around to locate my parents, who are engaged in a conversation with a few other notable people in the industry. Not wanting to interrupt them, Toji guides me straight out of the ballroom and walks me to his car where his driver is already waiting.

“Careful,” he murmurs with his big palm resting on top of my head as I get into the car.

He gets his driver to bring me back and only when he has walked me back to my room, I face him and hold onto his calloused hand with both of mine.

“Stay for a bit, Toji?”

He stares at me for a long moment, not saying anything. I know that he is debating whether he should, since my parents might come home and see him here. But I give him a small pout that I know he can never resist, and he eventually squeezes my fingers — his non-verbal way of saying yes.

When I let go of his hand, Toji undoes the knot on his tie, ready to get comfortable. By the time I am out of the shower, I find Toji already laying on my bed, tie off and blazer-less. He has the top few buttons of his shirt undone, his arm resting behind his head widening the plackets of his top and allowing me to see more skin. He is on his phone, probably going through some soccer news.

Cuddling up to him seems so inviting that I rush through my nightly routine just to jump into bed with him. Toji fully expects it, having experienced this too many times for him not to be ready for it. He spreads his arm out just in time for me to burrow into his side.

“Ugh, what a terrible day,” I groan into his armpit.

Toji pats my crown and rests his palm on the swell of my hips. “Your dad only means well, you know that, baby.”

I lift myself up on my elbow, my hand on his chest to keep me steady, as I glare at him. Toji returns a levelled gaze. “He thinks that I’m not focused and that I am not trying hard enough to learn about taking over the company!”

Toji locks his phone and puts it aside just so he can give me more attention. But when I hear his response, I suddenly wish he didn’t give me any at all, or that I even asked him to stay.

“Well, do you think you really have been giving your all in the handover?” I simply gape at him, in disbelief that he would say something like that. Toji taps my hip. “Look at it this way, Princess, from your father’s point of view. You complain when you have business meetings, when they are actually good for your business. You hate the small talk and show an attitude, which I can’t say gives off a good impression. You hang back and passively stand there and look pretty at the networking events your father brings you to, that are really for you to broaden your connections.”

Toji could probably see the look of incredulity and betrayal on my face, because he sighs and strokes my chin with his free hand. Being the petty me that I am, I turn my head away with a pout.

“You know that I am always fair and logical, Princess. I’m not just taking your dad’s side because he is my best friend,” Toji murmurs.

I stay quiet, trying to rationalise his explanation. But the longer I do, the more heated I get. So, instead of answering him, I get up, tear the sheets off my bed to get under it, and reach out to turn the lights off, plunging us into darkness. I lie on my side, facing away from Toji even though he can’t see me in the darkness anyway. He doesn’t move or say anything for a while but a few seconds later, I hear movement and in the next few seconds, the nightlight next to my bed turns on. I feel Toji getting under the blanket behind me where he rests his heavy hand on my hip. He comes closer until his lips are hovering over my ear.

“Although…” he murmurs huskily, quietly. “Of course I will be there to help you. How can Uncle Toji leave his baby girl to be eaten by the wolves?” While my heart flutters at his words, I make sure not to react. Toji rubs his rough palm up and down the side of thigh now. “Together, we’ll dominate the playing field. I’ll guide and bring success to you.”

I know that he always keeps his promises and he never promises anything he can’t do. But I still won’t respond, so Toji nudges my earlobe with his lips. I can feel the scruff on his chin that is already growing.

“It’s all for your own good, Princess. Your dad just doesn’t want you to fail. Neither do I.”

I turn my head slightly and grumble, “I thought you said you’d help me succeed.”

The tip of Toji’s nose now brushes my cheek. He rubs my side gently, at the same time causing my night dress to ride up. “Oh, that’s not negotiable, baby. Of course I will. But you’ve got to try and make it out on your own too.”

“But I am trying,” I whine, now twisting my body a little more so that I am facing him.

He is staring down at me with the softest gaze — one that he only reserves for me. “Of course you are,” Toji almost coos. This only makes me pout instinctively. He leans down to press his scarred lips to mine. “But try harder.”

Immediately, I pull away with a loud whine and slap his broad shoulder. Toji’s chuckle is low and husky, so warm and familiar that I am already melting before he kisses me again. This time, he nips on my bottom lip, his palm on my hip now moving in sensual strokes. Little moans and mewls escape me as some sort of resistance, not wanting to be played into his hands like that. But we both know that I am enjoying this, especially when I clench my fist on the material of his shirt, pulling him closer. Toji hooks his fingers under the hem of my night dress and drags them up along my thigh, pulling my dress up.

He is toying with the band of my panties when he breaks the kiss and murmurs against my lips, “Still mad at Uncle Toji?” My teeth pull on my bottom lip as I nod my head. The corners of Toji’s lips turn down. “Can’t have that now, can we?” he hums before burying his face into my nape. He trails the faintest of kisses along my neck, his fingers now tugging and flicking at the thin elastic of my underwear. “You’re not tired, are you, baby? I don’t think you’ll be getting any sleep yet.”

And with that, Toji lifts himself up on his elbow as he pulls my g-string down as far as he can. He kisses me on the shoulder just as he hovers his hand over my crotch, the tip of his finger drawing shapes on my sensitive skin, making my hair stand on ends. I hold my breath as he gets closer to my clit, dipping his finger between my thighs so that the length of his digit rubs on my pussy lips.

I can feel his erection growing hard against my ass, especially when he starts thrusting his hips slowly in tandem with the rhythm of his finger sliding between my labia. The tip of his finger teases my entrance. Pushing just an inch of his digit into my hole, he slides out and spreads my slick along my lips. I swallow and turn my head so that I could at least see him a little. Almost at once, Toji leans in to kiss the corner of my lips.

His lips are still on me when he mumbles, “You’re so cute when you act like you’re mad at me.”

I let out a whine and reach out to thump my fist on his shoulder. Toji merely chuckles against my lips. He gives me one last kiss and pulls away, now moving to lay on his back. I turn my head to take a look at what he’s doing and see that he is undoing his pants. Knowing that he is actually going to finish what he started, I return to face the front.

His strong arm snakes around my waist again and this time, I can feel his member poking my ass, excited and hard. The expensive material of his pants brush against the back of my thigh, adjusting my position so that my legs are scissored. Scooching closer to me, Toji holds his cock in his hand just for him to rub it against my flaps. I bite my bottom lip in an effort to try not to stick my ass out. But it is useless because my hips start to move and grind against his cockhead, allowing him to spread his precum and my wetness along my slit.

Toji wraps his arm across my chest and brings me inevitably closer so that his lips are pressing against my ear. As he continues to thrust his hips, letting the length of his cock slide along my pussy lips, he lets out the sexiest grunts and the lowest of moans. At this point, I just want him to put it in me already. And he knows, because I arch my back to the point I am pressing my ass against his hips.

Reaching his hand down, Toji tactically spreads my cheeks apart and positions his cockhead at the entrance of my wet pussy. Thrusting his hips forward, he stretches out my hole, making me whine and moan in pain and pleasure. Once he has his tip in, he returns to hugging me tight against his body. Toji’s nose is at the back of my ear, his lips on my earlobe. I can hear his shaky breathing as he enters me deeper.

“Fuck…” he groans quietly. “You feel so good, baby.”

Toji is slow as he sheathes himself inside of me, trying to savour the moment he first slides into me. Only when he is balls deep inside of me, he pauses and groans into my ear while he enjoys the pulsing, warm cocksleeve around his meat. My jaw goes slack when he finally pulls out several seconds later, only to thrust back into me again. His strokes start out slow before building up to a passionate rhythm of fucking.

Toji growls into my ear and I just know that he isn’t going to last very long tonight. Especially when he brings his hand to wrap around my throat, his thick fingers lightly gripping the sides of my neck. My pussy is getting wetter. The sounds of Toji’s hips slamming against my ass and the squelching of my sopping pussy are almost too loud in my quiet room. It doesn’t help that Toji releases the chokehold around my neck, only to bring his hand down to my clit, his fingers already rubbing the nub in circles.

“Ah, Daddy…” I mewl breathily, my body already trembling at his ministrations.

Toji grunts. “God. You’re so tight and warm around me, Princess.” He lets out a long groan. “Daddy’s going to cum.”

By the sound of his irregular breathing, I just know that he is so close. Just a few more thrusts and he is going to explode inside of me.

Which is why I have to be the one to stop him with my hand against his hips, giving him a squeeze in warning, when I hear the door creaking open. My heart is racing with fear and anxiety. Toji curses under his breath but immediately ceases his movements. He tries very hard to regulate his breathing quietly. He taps my thigh and I just know what he wants me to do. I shut my eyes and pretend to sleep.

Someone takes a few steps into the room. Toji twists his body so that he appears to be lying on his back. I hear him groan, like how a tired person would.

“Oh, you’re with her.”

I really hope the thumping of my heart against my chest is not as loud as it sounds like to me. Because my father is here, speaking quietly to Toji.

“We had a little talk before she fell asleep,” Toji mumbles. I am impressed that he doesn’t sound at all out of breath.

My father lets out a loud sigh. Instinctively, my entire body clenches with anxiety, even down to my pussy walls squeezing Toji’s swollen cock. Toji chokes on a grunt and reactively moves his hand that is under the blanket to squeeze my arm lightly in warning.

“Yeah, I might have been too harsh on her,” my father reflects. He sounds a little regretful.

Toji clears his throat. He knows that I am listening and will very well treat him according to his reply. He pauses for a second before saying, “Good you know that. She really is trying, you know. She’s a good girl.”

As a reward for Toji sticking up for me, I pretend to shift in my sleep so that I press my ass against his hips, fully taking in his cock. Toji lets out a short hiss, which he covers up by clearing his throat.

“She can be a brat,” he comments, making sure that I hear the edge in his tone. The corner of my lip lifts slightly. “But she is a good kid.”

“I know.” My father sighs. “I feel terrible. We never have fights.”

Toji scoffs. “Obviously. You’re a sucker for your daughter.”

I could almost hear my father rolling his eyes. “You’re not one to talk. I’ve never seen you fuss over anyone like you do with her. She can’t even meet boys with the way you’re always hovering around her.”

Toji shifts his leg, at the same time angling his cock and driving his meat deeper inside of me. I bite down on my bottom lip to stop myself from moaning. He is almost growling when he answers, “Boys can’t take care of her.”

“You know, I agree with you. But then who will?”

I wish I had my eyes open to watch the non-verbal interaction between my father and Toji. Because the tension in the air intensifies and my dad almost sounds interrogative now.

“You? You want to take care of my daughter?”

“Just ‘cause she’s a brat and a princess, you think I can’t handle her?” Toji may sound like he is joking but I just know that he is being defensive.

The tension breaks when my father laughs. “Oh, I know for sure you can handle her, Toji. I’m just not confident she can take care of you, ya grumpy old geezer.”

Toji’s body relaxes behind me. He scoffs and says, “Like I need anyone taking care of me.”

“Hmm. True.” A moment of silence passes, putting an end to the short distraction from their original conversation. My father sighs and asks, “Are you staying?” Without waiting for Toji to answer though, he quickly changes his question to an instruction, “Stay the night and talk to her in the morning before breakfast. She listens to you better. Then we’ll go for brunch at Fordeux.”

Toji chuckles under his breath. “Bribing me with a meal at my favourite place, huh?” My father doesn’t answer but I know he must be grinning. Toji flips to the side and pats my hip over the blanket. “Alright. I’ll make sure she’s talking to you again tomorrow.”

“Good ni—”

“But,” Toji stops him in his tracks. My father pauses. “You need to cut her some slack too. Let her do things at her pace.”

It takes a while for my father to respond but when he does, my heart lightens so much that I feel like I might float. “Fine.” I can almost hear him roll his eyes. “Can’t say shit about me when you’re as big of a sucker for her.”

“Shut up, dickhead.”

My father’s laughter is getting further and further until I hear the door open again. The moment it closes behind him and we are back in the silence of my room, I open my eyes. I wait a couple more seconds before turning my head around to face Toji. He turns to look at me. I keep staring at him, not saying anything, probably scaring him because he opens his mouth to say something. Before he could even get a word out though, I reach my arm behind me and grab his neck, pulling him close. Toji’s fingers tighten around my hip when my lips touch his, so possessive and full of yearning that I can only respond in a sensual swirl of my hips.

Hearing him moan into my mouth, I am motivated to give him more. Arching my back to press my ass against his groin, I rock my hips at a steady pace, sliding his cock in and out of my tight hole. Toji kisses me back sloppily, his jaw slack at the pleasure my wet pussy is giving him.

I pull away from his lips, which only makes Toji’s eyes flutter open as he stares at me in a lovestruck daze. It makes me grin. I am usually the one with that expression. Circling my fingers around his wrist, I pull his hand away from my hip and move away from him. His brows draw together for a moment before he realises what I am about to do as I push him back and climb on top of him, straddling his hips.

Toji licks his lips and bites down on the bottom one as he watches me steady myself with a hand on his chest and my hand wrapped around his dick. I lift myself up so that I am hovering over his thick cock. Sliding his cockhead up and down my wet lips, I glance up at him, finding him already in position with his arms behind his head, ready to watch me ride him.

Lowering myself as I rub his mushroom head along my slit, the wet smacking of my pussy lips becomes louder and almost more elaborate. Toji’s teeth are tugging on his bottom lip and I can just tell that his restraint is almost breaking at my teasing. He is probably just two seconds away from flipping us around and completely obliterating me when I finally sink down on his dick, slowly letting his wide girth stretch me out.

Toji’s hip spasms at the immense pleasure my sopping cunt is giving him and his face contorts into one of agony and bliss, all at the same time. Placing both hands on his chest now, I hold myself stable as I continue taking in his cock, all the way down until he is balls deep inside of me. I let out the breath I had been holding in and lift my head to find Toji with his eyes barely open. He always enjoys the first time his cock slides into my pussy.

As I slide my palm up his smooth chest, I tease, “You alright there, Uncle Toji?”

It takes him a few seconds but Toji finally blinks the haze away. He is already glaring at me. Taking a hand away from the back of his head, his palm meets my ass with a resounding smack. “What’s gotten into you, huh? Thought you were mad at Uncle Toji?”

As I lean forward with a grin, I lift my ass so that his cock slides out of my tight snatch. “How could I stay mad at you?” Toji flickers his eyes down to my lips, looking so mesmerised by the way my bottom lip is caught between my teeth. “You stood up for me.”

Toji’s hand cups my chin and pulls me closer. “If I don’t, who will?”

My heart flutters at his words, sending a ripple down south that massages his meat. Toji’s warm breath hits my lips in a soft moan before taking my mouth in his. He kisses me deep and slow. Readjusting my hands to hold myself up on the bed beside him, I slowly start to move again, sliding my wet cunt up and down his hard dick. He could still kiss me until I started going faster, slapping my ass down to meet the base of his cock each time. Letting out a low, deep moan, Toji breaks the kiss and tilts his head up slightly, trying to get more air into his lungs.

I stop for a moment, only to change my position so that I have my palms flat on my headboard, completely hovering above him now. I move my hips again, fast and powerful that I have the bed rocking slightly, my tits swinging in Toji’s face, my perked nipples just grazing his stubble and his sharp nose. The man below me lets rip a growl and grabs a handful of my breast, latching his mouth on my tit. I throw my head back at the sensation of his tongue flicking over my stiff bud. My pussy is only getting wetter, making me glide up and down his thick cock easily.

Toji’s other hand slides down to my body, finding my ass. I mewl when he slaps my mound before giving it a squeeze, his grunts only letting me know that he enjoys my reaction. I know that Toji is enjoying this, but he always wants to finish with him on top. And I am slowly losing my strength as I start to slow down. He gives me one last slap and squeeze to my ass before unlatching from my breast. With his hands on my hips, he stops me from moving, holding me up with his hands now cupping my ass.

“Oh, fuck, Daddy…” I whine when he starts rutting his hips, impaling me over and over with his thick meat.

“Mm…” he groans. “Baby.” He cannot stop himself from giving my flesh another squeeze. “Princess.” At that petname, I fall forward and melt into his chest completely, letting him hold me up with pure brute strength. Toji’s grunt in my ear is low and guttural. “My pretty girl,” he moans. My cunt grips tighter around his cock. He knows what this does to me.

Sliding a hand up to my head, he pushes my hair away from my face so that I can feel his warm murmur on my cheek when he says, “My darling little kitten.” I shut my eyes and let out a mewl. “Daddy made you so wet, pretty baby.” Toji squeezes a handful of my ass. “Gonna cum for Daddy, sweetheart?” I can only whine and nod my head dumbly. stops with his cock entirely sheathed inside of me and circles his hips, enjoying the sticky sound of our juices mixing together. He groans at my pussy pulsing around him.

He tilts his head so that his cheek is resting on my temple and murmurs, “Daddy’s going to cum, baby doll. And I’m going to ruin your pretty little body when I do.” I can only mewl in response, my walls fluttering around his sheathed cock. My head is buzzing from my unexpected orgasm, my body already reacting involuntarily at his words. Toji nudges my temple as he moves to whisper in my ear, still gyrating his hips with his cock inside of me, “My cum all over your stomach and your tits, baby. Gonna look so pretty, all covered in Uncle Toji’s love.”

I gasp when he flips us around suddenly, his dick slipping out of me at the movement. I am lying on the bed staring up at him now. He cages me under his big, strong build, his eyes dark and lustful as he watches me. Licking his fingers, he reaches between us and gives my sopping wet pussy a slap, causing me to jerk in surprise. A corner of his lip pulls up. He does this again, and this time I whine.

Toji takes hold of his cock now, positioning it at the entrance of my parted pussy. He lets out a deep exhale as he slides into me again. I like being in this position where I am able to watch Toji’s expression as he fucks me. His eyebrows would be furrowed, his dark, green eyes would be piercing mine, the ends of his hair just slightly wet from the physical exertion. I smile and reach up to give him a peck on his lips.

It is meant to be a sweet gesture, but Toji lets out a low growl. He drops his head to kiss me hard while he speeds up his pace. I move in tandem with his fucking, meeting the base of his cock with every hip thrust. I make a conscious effort to squeeze my walls, my pussy gripping so tightly onto his cock that Toji quickly pulls out like he has been burnt, just to keep stroking his meat furiously. He cums on me like he said he would, the white liquid painting my stomach with some droplets staining my night dress.

He takes a while to recover from his heaving but when he does, he gets up slowly and starts unbuttoning his shirt. He keeps his eyes entirely on me the whole time he strips from his clothes. The moment he is done, he scoops me up carefully and walks me to the bathroom where he brings me to the shower stall with him once he takes the dress off me.

“I’m going to do something stupid tomorrow,” Toji suddenly announces in the middle of our clean-up.

My heart stops for a second. I look up at him shampooing his hair. “What?” When he only stares at me, not saying anything, I laugh and joke, “Gonna have another cheat day and eat all the carbs you want?”

Toji rolls his eyes. “Everyday is a cheat day when your girlfriend always leaves you with her unfinished food.”

I click my tongue and reach out to land a wet slap on his bicep. He grins at me and closes his eyes to wash out the shampoo on his hair. Finishing up my rinse, I get out of the shower before him and dry myself. I have to change into a new set of nightwear and when I am dressed, I snuggle back into bed, waiting for Toji.

He takes a while so I try to stay up. But when I hear the hairdryer going off, I decide that I can always spend time with him in the morning before the brunch, since he is staying over.

I am already half-asleep when Toji finally crawls into bed and cuddles me, bringing me closer to him. I wonder if I had been dreaming when he murmured in my ear, “I’m going to talk to your dad about us, baby.”

At brunch the next day, I am sat next to Toji, both of us across the table from my parents. He takes care of me the entire time like he always does, even going to the extent of cutting up my waffles for me while he talks to my father.

“You’re spoiling her, Toji,” my dad finally comments as he watches his best friend cutting up my food for me. “She’s not a baby, you know.”

My father glances at me but I merely shrug at him and grin up at Toji. “I like being spoiled.”

“Of course you do,” my father quips.

Toji makes one last cut of my waffle and sets the cutlery down. I thank him and start eating. As he reaches out to have a sip of his wine, he leans back in his chair comfortably to address my father.

“Do you think it’s weird that I spoil her?”

My dad laughs as he reaches for his wine glass too. “Not weird. But definitely bad.”

But Toji is serious as he continues, “Then do you think it’s weird if I say I want to take care of her?”

My father pauses for a moment. He looks at me looking lost and uncomfortable at where this conversation is headed, then glances at his similarly confused wife, and finally back at Toji.

“No… You’ve always been taking care of her even when she was younger.”

“I mean as a man.”

The man across him frowns and leans forward to put his wine down. “You mean… like…” My father is at a loss for words.

Even I am, too. All of us are just gaping stupidly at Toji now, waiting for some sort of explanation, or even him laughing to tell us he is joking. But he only clears his throat and sits with his elbows on his arm rests, his hands resting on his torso with his fingers interlocked.

“Like I want to commit my life to her.”

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| that’s when

| criminal minds

| emily prentiss x reader

| angst (reader is hurt on a case)

| 1405 words

You knew it was coming, you knew the talk you were about to have was Emily was going to be tough, and you definitely knew it was a stupid thing to do.

"A word in my office please" JJ called down to you, now with her being the Unit Chief, that meant that she was the one that was giving you the talk and you had to fill out the paperwork.

You looked around as you walked up to her, you couldn't see Emily, you were only met with either disappointment looks that said "i can't believe you would do that" or smiles which said "i'm glad you're okay".

Your palms clammy as you walked up to her office, you knocked on the door quietly, almost hoping that JJ didn't hear you "Come in" she said, you shut your eyes and swore under your breath.

"Have a seat, Green" you nodded as you shut the door behind you, JJ gestured to one of the empty seats in front of you, you looked at her and furrowed your brows, silently asking who the other chair is for "Emily" she said, almost as if she could read your mind, you sat down and started nervously playing with your fingers.

"What you did today was extremely irresponsible Green" JJ sighed rubbing her temple.

"Yeah" you muttered under your breath.

"Green-"

"Treat me like I'm a human being here JJ" you gritted your teeth "Charlotte" you corrected her.

"Charlotte" JJ nodded "What you did today-"

"I was doing my job" you sighed "anyone else in the same position as me would've done that"

"Maybe so" JJ agreed "but you are the one who jumped in front of an agent to get killed"

"When you say it like that" you huffed, mumbling under your breath.

JJ stood up and slammed her palms on the desk, making you jump a little "oh, how do you think I should say it then" she shrugged slowly making her way around the desk, stopping next to you.

Your body stayed looking forward but you turned your head to look at her "An agent on my team- a friend on my team was being shot at and I couldn't do nothing, I couldn't just stand there and watch my girlfriend get shot at" you could see a slight chance of forgiveness in her eyes "Please come on Jay, if this was Will" you begged.

"But it's not Will" you heard a stern voice behind you, you turned around quickly to find Emily standing there, you rushed up to greet and hug her but she pulled away slightly, her body was tense but her eyes were so full of love and gratitude, it was hard to work out exactly how she was feeling.

"You've been put on desk duty for the next week" Emily nodded and ran her tongue over her bottom lip, you all knew that whenever she did this she as very serious about something.

"Is that an-" you said gently to her as you looked up at her.

"That's an order" JJ said, you turned around quickly, stabilizing yourself by putting your hands behind your back on Emily's stomach "I need you to go home and I need you to have the next two days off"

"What?" you scoffed "no, the hospital cleared me to work" your breath becoming heavier.

"You don't work for the hospital, you work for me and I am telling you to go home" JJ demanded "right now" she nodded in affirmation.

"Fine" you gritted your teeth, you snatched your bag and left before anyone else could say anything.

"We've got him" Emily spoke through her radio "Green and I are here now and we need backup, It’s Scott Daley"

"I knew it would be you two who found me, you both are the BAU's best agents" you and Emily looked at each other and then back at him.

"Put the weapon down" you spat.

"She said put it down Scott" Emily screamed.

"You're just gonna let this bitch speak to me like that?" he looked at you as he scoffed.

"She's doing her job" you shrugged and you weren't about to apologize for that.

"Then i'm about to do mine" he smirked, you could see he was about to pull something out from his pocket, you looked between his hand and his eyes, lazer focused on Emily, multiple times, you knew what was about to happen, your body kicked into fight or flight mode and you leapt over to protect Emily from the gunshot wound, the bullet landed in your shoulder, inches from a near death, you landed in Emily's arms, backup was already there so she stayed with you.

"Emily, I'm sorry" you whispered.

"I need a medic, 16th and Broadway" she panted into her radio "I need a medic right now" she shouted.

"Honey I need you to open your eyes, can you do that for me?" Emily smiled, tears running down her cheeks and landing on your face.

Too weak to say anything you just shook your head as you felt your head become lighter and you felt dizzy, you were so tired and you felt as if you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore.

"Yes you can, yes you can baby" Emily tapped your face gently to try and keep you awake.

"Finally" she sighed as she saw the ambulance pull in, Emily explained your situation to one of the doctors as you stayed in her arms, she stood up and held you in a bridal position, she smiled down at you before gently placing you on to the stretcher, you could feel that she wasn't holding you anymore so you grunted and held out your arms for her to take again, feeling like a child, but you needed this, you needed her.

"You're gonna be okay" Emily smiled as she climbed into the ambulance with you.

"Are you coming with me or?" you rolled your eyes at Emily.

"Someone's got to take you home, you can't drive in that state" Emily scoffed.

You looked at her and took in a deep breath, you nodded, not wanting to further anger her, you turned around quickly and carried on walking to Emily's car.

Emily's car was quiet, none of you said a word, you glanced out the window most of the journey but occasionally you would look at Emily, her grip on the steering wheel said more about her being mad at you then she did, her hand lingered on the gear stick and you saw your opportunity to grab her hand and interlink your fingers, she stayed for a while and then just as quickly ripped her hand from yours.

"Em" you sighed.

"I do not want to talk to you right now" Emily said sternly.

"Emily please-"

"No"

"But-"

"No"

"Let me explain-"

"I said no" her tone harsh and loud, completely opposite to the way she spoke you to you only hours earlier.

"Fine, that's fine" you quietly sniffed as tears started to roll down your face, you reached out your hand to turn the radio up, you looked over to Emily who rolled her eyes slightly, you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, getting to your apartment minutes later.

"Do you want to come in?" you asked softly with a smile, you and Emily both still sitting in her car.

"Um" Emily reached up to itch behind her neck, obviously feeling uncomfortable.

"Emily just please talk to me"

"Charlie, JJ was right" she sighed "you could've got yourself killed"

"But I didn't Em" you scoffed, laughing slightly "I'm right here" you grabbed her hand and linked it with yours.

"Charlie I love you" Emily said out of nowhere "I almost lost you today and it was my fault and I don't think I could've lived knowing that you died for me" Emily cried.

"Emily, I love you and it's okay, it's okay, I'm right here and I do not plan on leaving any time soon, I'm not dead" you smiled, brining your hands up to kiss her knuckles "Do you wanna come in?" you asked again, Emily only nodding.

"Only If I get to make the tea, I'll make us food too, I bet you probably don't feel like cooking I expect?" Emily raised her eyebrow, expecting an answer, to which you laughed and shook your head.

"Come on" she nodded her head to your door.

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #jennifer jareau #paget brewster #emily x you #emily x reader

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rosemaryblossomworld · 2 months

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Fire in my blood

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚛𝚢𝚎𝚗 𝚡 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍'𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐'𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍...

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚜𝚝, 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝙰/𝚗: 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝙴𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎! 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

"I don't understand why you're ignoring me? What have I done to you?" Y/n looked at her newfound husband, who stood with his back to her, trying to leave the chambers.

Aemond remained silent, he didn't want to talk to this...this...beautiful woman, amazing, inspiring and affectionate. No, if he fell under her spell again, like when he was a child, he would let the whole world fall at her feet, even if he had to kill his family to do it...

"I want us to respect each other in this marriage. I know you hate us. But please...let's try," there was a clever speech coming out of the girl's beautiful lips that made the young man's heart flutter.

"Respect? To those who arrived here after so many years and demand my brother's throne?" Aemond turned around to the girl, in her eyes he saw no hatred or irritation, still the same calm and gentle gaze.

"It's that throne again...What mom keeps telling me about the inheritance that you...when are you going to give up on him?" Y/n looked at the man confidently. Aemond was taken aback.

"Your mother hopes to get the throne, and when she dies, you will ascend to that throne," the boy continued. The girl rolled her eyes.

"I don't care about that throne!" exploded Y/N. "Okay, if you keep talking about it, I'm going to have to interrupt you. It's late and I'm tired," the girl got up from the padded chair and walked to the bed. She was no longer paying attention to her husband. Aemond hurried out.

They were longtime friends, the only bastard Strong had ever perceived and understood. She had always been on his side. But when they'd flown off to Dragonstone, things had changed drastically.

Since then, his mother had done nothing but say nasty things about Rhaenyra and her family. She especially tried to hurt her eldest daughter, and especially did so in front of Eamond, as she knew the boy sympathized with the girl.

And from then on, in the young boy's mind, the beautiful and intelligent Y/N turned into a whore and a doormat. But when they came back, that whole horrible image was gone. Because Y/n was calm, answering all of her mother's attacks intelligently. She was no longer that fidgety child, she looked like...Like a girl with all the weight of the world on her shoulders.

When Viserys announced the marriage of Aemond and Y/n, his heart fluttered for a moment. But then his mother's words began to enter his head again, painting Y/n as a spoiled wench.

The next day Y/n had lunch with Viserys, she knew she was his favorite because of the similarities between his dead wife and his daughter. He loved looking into Y/n's blue eyes that looked at him so tenderly as if Aemma was in front of him. Her voice was confident and loud, just like her wonderful mother's.

"Grandfather, how are you feeling?" asked Y/n holding the man's hand with her own, squeezing it lightly.

"I seem to be getting better, my flower," Viserys smiled.

"I am glad to hear that," Y/n smiled just as brightly and continued eating her meal, while telling the king something in parallel.

After lunch, the girl decided to take a walk in the garden and met her husband there, who was sitting under a familiar tree with his eye covered. The girl decided to sit next to him, which caused Aemond to twitch and look at her.

"I thought as a child that this garden was much bigger...and that tree was taller," the girl decided to speak up.

"That's because we were too small," hummed Aemond, covering his eye again.

"Yeah...you're right. You know, even if you hate me, you should know that I've always considered you a close friend," Y/N stood up so as not to disturb the prince, who was clearly not interested in talking. She took a couple steps and felt Aemond's hand on hers.

"I want you to know too...." began Aemond, but...

"Aemond!" came the Queen's annoyed and frightened voice, she quickly approached the pair.

"Your Grace," Y/n bowed her head.

"Son, you promised to have tea with me, come along," Alicent pretended not to notice the girl, took her son under her arm and led her away towards the castle. A couple of maids followed her while the others bid Laris Strong to go to his chambers and dine. Seeing the familiar man, Y/N wrinkled her face for a moment.

"No, I would like to speak to Princess Y/n alone," Larys cut off, the maids bowed and headed to follow the queen.

"How many times do I have to tell you not to get close to her!?" wailed Alicent as she and her son entered her chambers.

"I was just talking to her, or am I forbidden to do that too, Mother?" Aemond made a stern face; he was growing weary of his mother's excessive interference.

"I want you to understand that she is as much a whore as her mother! She will do anything to seduce you and turn you away from her family. I'm sure she didn't just do that to you," The Queen was getting too nervous, causing her to gibber.

"Didn't you love her, Mother?" asked Aemond, remembering how Alicent had spent his entire childhood cooing over the young girl. These memories came quite randomly, but the prince was startled by the expression on his mother's face for the first time.

"...I...it's in the past..." It was as if Alicent began to realize something. Y/n now looked like an exact replica of Rhaenyra, which confused the woman.

"What's going on? Y/n has always been kind to you, always finding compromises and always taking our side if people got unfair," The prince clenched his teeth, trying not to drift away from reality into a dream world where everything is good and wonderful, just like when he was a child.

"Larys...he said those things about her...that's why I want to protect you from her," the woman lowered her gaze.

"What did he say?" hearing the unpleasant name, Aemond turned his attention to his mother.

Alicent sighed heavily and recounted the rumors that Lord Larys Strong had reported. Those rumors were vile and filthy, the kind of rumors that made one want to vomit. The Queen said that young Y/n had been selling her body to various lords to gain support, to lure them to her side, it was said that the maids had seen some men leaving her room.

Aemond's face twisted. He knew it was a rumor, in his gut. Yes, they hadn't had a wedding night, they hadn't slept in the same bed since day one.

"And you believe him?" asked Aemond.

"I know you didn't have a wedding night. Laris said it was most likely Y/N who turned you down and manipulated you into not being in the same bed with you to keep the secret," began Alicent's reasoning.

"No, Mother, I was the one who left the bedroom first because I didn't want to see her," the prince admitted.

"What? But Larys..." the woman began.

"Larys is hiding something. Let's wait a little time, please let me get close to Y/n to find out," Aemond took his mother's hands in his own, they were cold and trembling slightly.

"I...I don't know...he's always been around...and...why?" the queen's veil began to fall from her eyes.

"As if you don't know... "the prince replied calmly.

"What did you want from me Lord Strong?" asked Y/N looking at the man carefully.

"You have grown, my princess, becoming such a beautiful woman," Larys chuckled.

"Thank you for your kind words, lord, but get right to the point," waved the princess away.

"You're quick on the uptake. Like those rumors about lords," limping, Larys walked on, sidestepping the girl.

Y/n knew about those rumors. It disgusted her to stand next to this man who had spread them.

"It seems the lord likes rowdy people too," the girl decided to add oil to the fire and tease the man. Larys looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Bravo, princess, you've finally learned to snap back. And you always looked like a proper child, but anger doesn't suit you, how with such a bad temper do you want to take the throne?" smirked Larys, turning back to the girl.

"I don't know, but I'm sure I'll have help," Y/N was ready to play his game.

"Oh, and who is it?" the man frowned as he continued walking towards the castle, hearing the princess' quiet footsteps behind him.

"Well, certainly not you, uncle," the girl replied calmly. Laris stopped.

"What?" he turned around.

"You know, I wouldn't want an assistant like you. Putting someone else's parents on fire...that's too cruel," y/n replied quietly. "Be careful uncle, I won't forgive you for my father's death," the girl said the phrase quietly, beside the man, she walked past moving towards her chambers.

Larys clenched his fists. He should have brought fire to this family a long time ago. He smirked at the thought that ran through his head.

That evening passed like a blur. Y/n never left her chambers. Not even when the family gathered for dinner.

"Where is my y/n?" inquired Viserys, looking around at the rest of the family.

"She said she wasn't feeling well, father. She will join us tomorrow for breakfast," replied Rhaenyra, handing her sons the snack vessel.

The family chatted quietly amongst themselves. Until Helena abruptly stood up and then sat down at the table again, shaking her head.

"What is it, dear?" asked an agitated Alicent.

"Fire...Fire can't kill a dragon, why are they doing that?" Helena looked at her mother.

At that moment, the princess's personal maid ran in.

"Fire! Mistress, there's a fire in the room!" her terrified scream went through the whole family, it wasn't clear what was happening but everyone knew Y/n was in danger.

Green and Black ran down the hallway where other servants were running around with buckets of water. A servant led the way to the princess' private chambers, which were ablaze with bright fire. The knights who tried to break down the door couldn't even reach it. Servants were pouring water, trying to temporarily douse the flames.

Rhaenyra watched in horror at it all. She wanted to run in there, shake everyone off and break the door down. But Daemon held her back, also looking on in amazement at what was happening. Viserys shouted and commanded, rushing to go in, but his illness wouldn't let him, and neither would Alicent. She stared at the bright fire with mute shock.

"W...what happened?" The queen turned to the maid.

"After Princess Rhaenyra left Lady y/n's room. Lady ordered her to bring dinner to her chambers. She locked herself in and told me to knock when I arrived. I was delayed in the kitchen as the princess has a different ration at dinner and I had to go over the food," the maid said in one breath.

Aemond rushed to the door, ignoring his mother's cries; he needed to get there, to get through. Jace followed him, they kicked in the door and were thrown back by the flames. The rest of the knights and maids continued carrying water. Luke joined them.

Aegon stood off to the side, trying to take in the situation, but his drunken mind kept distracting him. Helena stood similarly off to the side, holding her head and turning away from what was happening. Baela joined in putting out the fire while Rhaena stood next to Rhaenyra and tried to calm her down, even though she was in a terrible state herself.

It took forever before the fire was put out. The sun showed on the horizon.

Rhaenyra pulled herself out of Daemon and Rhaena's arms, running into the room, she began to look around. A hope languished in her that the girl had gone out somewhere while her maid had excused herself. She looked from side to side, trying to find any sign. Slowly the family began to enter the room, where the stone walls were untouched and black ash from the furniture settled underfoot.

Rhaenyra stepped on something, she carefully picked up the object, her hands trembled and she slowly turned to her family. In her hand dangled the Valyrian princess necklace. Rhaena and Baela aghast, covering their mouths with their hands and huddled against each other. Daemon clamped his eyes shut and turned away, as did Jace. There were tears in Luca's eyes, but he tried not to show them. Alicent pressed her lips together, trying not to scream, she left it to Rhaenyra, who screamed with grief. She screamed and sobbed, instilling chilling fear and grief into everyone's souls.

"My daughter! My treasure! My life!"

Aemond couldn't believe it. Sitting in the library the evening before dinner he planned his conversation with the girl. He decided to talk to her as she had requested. He planned where he would start and what questions he would ask. But that was not going to happen. He clenched his fists, he could feel his nails digging into his skin until it bled. He tried not to sob.

Suddenly, something stirred in the corner of the room where the bed should be. A figure stood up, and walked toward the family on shaky legs. This figure was covered in ashes and cinders, it was naked, with bits of clothing hanging from its body somewhere.

Rhaenyra cried out again, running up to the figure and wrapping her arms around her, hiding her from the eyes of many.

"Gods!" she begged, kissing her daughter's dirty face.

Daemon hurried over and covered the girl's body with the cloak the knight had given him. The family felt relief that gave all the weakness in their bodies. Alicent exhaled convulsively, as did Viserys. Luka, Jace, Rhaena, and Baela exhaled the same way and were no longer crying from grief but from joy. Even Helena showed herself in the doorway, smiling slightly.

"Idiots!" shouted Princess y/n sharply and angrily, which startled some of the family. "They dared to think that fire would kill a dragon!!! A dragon! Fools!"

Y/N felt anger and hatred for the first time, her eyes blazing like the fire that was in this room. Her anger was also transferred to her faithful dragon Goldrut, who roared and let out screams that shook the castle walls.

And the perpetrator of these actions cowered in his chambers, biting the skin around the fingers on his hand. His plan had failed, and he didn't know when they would come out on him. And he knew they would.

Y/n sat in her new chambers while the hustle and bustle was outside the door. The girl sat quietly and drank her tea. She had been washed and changed and the princess felt like a new person.

The door opened and she was ready to see one of her brothers or sisters, but it turned out to be her husband. She wanted to get up, but Aemond ran over to her and sat on his knees in front of the girl's feet and snuggled into them. Y/N was surprised, but ended up placing her right hand on the man's head, stroking him gently.

The girl had known of his affection for her since she was a child, he was like a knight when he protected her from Aegon's attacks and when he bragged about his skills. He was such a sweet boy and had grown into such a handsome young man.

She was glad to marry him, even though she knew he'd been taught to hate her and her family. But sometimes she caught those admiring and loving glances from him.

"What is it? You're so gentle tonight, husband," y/n chuckled lightly.

"I thought I had lost you," the young man muffled.

"Wouldn't you be glad of that? You hate me, don't you," the girl calmly replied, teasing Aemond.

The prince raised his head abruptly and looked at her with that wistful look.

"I wanted to talk to you this evening. I wanted to tell you many things and ask you many things!" hastened Aemond's reply.

"Why so sudden?" inquired the princess.

"I want so much to apologize for my behavior," spoke the young man equally calmly.

"Oh, you needn't worry about that! I was afraid your hatred would be far worse than your silent attitude," the girl grinned, and Aemond lowered his gaze.

"I know who did it and Rhaenyra knows too. They're checking the validity of the information now and looking for proof," the prince replied, rising from his knees and sitting down in the chair opposite.

"I know, too. That man didn't seem to like what I said," Y/N hummed, pouring herself some tea.

"You should have been careful with him. He messed with my mother's head, she always loved you, but after all the incidents, he started saying nasty things about you," Aemond continued.

"He spread such foul rumors about me that it made me sick to listen to them," the princess exhaled.

"We will destroy him," Aemond promised.

"I hope so," Y/N smiled.

There were whispers about Princess Y/n's abilities, just as the girl herself had assumed. Now the court was respecting her, there was no doubt that she was a true Targaryen child.

The instigator was found and brought before the king and the other lords, Larys Strong felt doubly destroyed. The death penalty awaited him.

Aemond and Y/n had grown closer in the days since. And managed to fall in love with each other again.

In history this moment had the clearest description, all the heirs of the Targaryen family honored and respected the girl who discovered this ability for other people.

Now the Targaryens knew for sure that there was a fire in their blood, a fire that could not simply be extinguished.

A/n: well, somehow...written this fanfic in the fall...and I forgot about it 👌🏻

#house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #hotd aemond #fanfic #aemond x reader #aemond fic #prince aemond #aemond fanfiction #aemond x you #x reader

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callsign-dexter · 4 months

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I'm Fine

Request: hey love I just saw your angst starter sentences list and I don’t know if you are still doing it so if you aren’t just ignore me lol I have a few so you can pick and choose(or if you don’t like any of them you don’t have to do them no pressure)

maybe with Tim Bradford and daughter you could use

-you’ve been crying, i can tell.

Starter- You've been crying, I can tell.

Pairings: Tim Bradford x Daughter!Reader

Warnings: angst, cussing, assault to a minor, hospitals, inaccurate medical talk, abusive coach

Masterlist

miscellaneous angst starters

A/N: Thank you to the person who sent this in! The same request from the same requester that had three different starters. The other two fics can be found here: Jake Seresin x Daughter!Reader and Maverick x Daughter!Reader.

It was rare for Tim Bradford to take a day off but ever since you, his 17-year-old daughter, was born you he had been taking more of them off and you were glad for that. One you got your dad and two he actually had time to wind down and focus on himself along with taking care of himself. He had just arrived home early in the morning, 6:30 AM, on Thursday from work he knew that would be getting up soon and you would be starting your routine of getting ready to go school and then softball practice right after. He started to get your lunch and then he was restocking your cooler with ice and drinks and some snacks that you had in your Trailblazer, once he was done, he picked it up and grabbed your keys and headed out to put it in your trunk so you didn’t have to carry too much at once. When he went back inside, he heard the shower running and smiled. He made himself busy with things in the kitchen and the laundry room where he went and got your practice clothing out and made sure they were dry and then put them in your bag. By the time he was done you had walked down the stairs with damp hair and when you saw him you smiled. “Hey, Dad.” You said and he looked up, smiled as you walked over and hugged him.

“Good morning, Sweetheart.” He said and kissed the top of your head as you buried your face into his chest. “Sleep well?” He asked and you nodded and then released him from the hug.

“Yea, I did. Did you have a good shift?” You asked as you moved to make yourself something to eat as he leaned up against the counter and watched you. “Coffee?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m planning on falling asleep as soon as you leave.” He said and you chuckled as you poured yourself some.

“So… have you confessed your love to Lucy yet?” You asked him smirking as you took a sip of your coffee made just how you liked it.

“Y/N.” He said with a warning tone and you rolled your eyes but still smirked.

“Oh, come on. Everyone can see you are in love with her and she is in love with you.” You said and when he didn’t say anything you knew you had won, sort of. You had met Lucy a few months back and saw the immediate heart eyes they had for each other. You and her really clicked.

“Don’t you have to get to school?” He asked as you looked at the stove and set your coffee down.

“Fine. We’re not done talking about this.” You said as you went to collect your backpack, lunch, and softball bag.

“Yes, we are.” He said and again you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever.” You chuckled “I have practice after school.” You said already dreading it because you hated your coach and he tended to overwork your team to the point of any of you getting hurt or sick from the little to none water breaks and the running without stopping and again no water.

“I’ve already packed the cooler and put it in your Trailblazer. Now get going before you're late. Be safe and I love you.” He said and pulled you into another hug and kissed your head again.

“I love you too.” You said and released him from the hug and you were out the door heading to your Trailblazer and off to school.

You had arrived at school, with plenty of time to spare, you parked next to your friend’s, Samantha Nolan, John Nolan’s daughter, your friend and fellow softball team member, 4Runner. You and her have been friends since the start of middle school and often stayed with each other. It was just a coincidence that your father’s worked together. You just sat in your Trailblazer just trying to mentally prepare yourself for the day and what is to come at practice. Lately your wrist and shoulder had been hurting and with you pitching it made it much worse and then batting made it worse. You tried to say something to Coach Theo Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and deal with it. Your trainer Amanda Fender and assistant Coach Liam Colt just looked on with sorrow in her eyes, she tried to help but Coach Morgan wouldn’t listen to them and would threaten to fire them if they were brought up again. Several parents were complaining about how bad Coach Morgan was and how their children were breaking down to Coach Colt and they had even compensated by pulling their kids from the team. You haven’t told your dad about it because you didn’t like conflict and he had enough on his plate to begin with. You absolutely loved playing softball but lately you’ve been dreading even playing and starting to hate it.

When you looked down at your Trailblazer’s clock and saw it was time to start heading in, you killed the engine and grabbed your backpack and lunch and headed inside. You were quick to meet up with Samantha. You both had pretty much all of the same classes together which helped a lot. “Hey!” She said and hugged you.

“Hey.” You said and winced a little bit when your shoulder moved the wrong way and she frowned when she released you.

“You, ok?” She asked and you shook your head.

“No, my shoulder hurts when I love it a certain way and so does my wrist.” You said and she looked at you as you both began walking to your first class of the day.

“Have you told your dad?” She asked and again you shook your head.

“No, he has enough on his plate. You know how it is.” You spoke

“What about Coach Morgan?” She asked but knew the answer when you gave her a look.

“You know he doesn’t give a shit about us. All he cares about is winning.” You said and she made a face and nodded agreeing with you. “Even if I told Amanda about it, she wouldn’t be able to do anything about it.” You added and again she nodded in agreeing with you. You both arrived at the classroom and went and sat down in your seats, which were right beside each other, and then a few minutes passed and the school day started.

The rest of the day went by quickly, maybe a little too quickly for your liking because now you had to face Coach Morgan and the hell that he was going to put you through. The softball field was just a little bit behind the high school so it was only a short walk to the field. When the last bell rang everyone was let out and you had gone to your Trailblazer along with Samantha, who was parked next to you, and you both traded out your school backpack for your softball gear. You both headed to the locker rooms chatting away. When you arrived, your other teammates were there doing the same thing and everyone greeted each other and then started to complain about how today was going to go and how shitty of a coach that Coach Morgan was.

Once everyone was changed and had grabbed their gear you all were heading down to the field. Everyone started to warm up and had to wait on your coach, who never seemed to care to actually show up on time so your assistant coach, Coach Colt, started your practice. He was a better coach than Coach Morgan because he actually cared about his team members. Practice started easy and it was actually fun then the pitching and batting started and as soon as you threw the first pitch your shoulder screamed in pain and so did your wrist and your pitch was off and this concerned both Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda enough for both of them to walk up to you. “Are you ok?” Coach Colt asked and you nodded not wanting to say anything even though Coach Morgan wasn’t there. They gave you a look and you believed you could trust them.

“No, my shoulder and wrist have been killing me.” You said and they nodded and Trainer Amanda started to press around and when she got to a point you winced and drew back.

“How long has this been going on?” Coach Colt asked

“Since last week.” You said and they gave you a look and a frown “I tried to tell Coach Morgan about it but he just said to suck it up and get on with it.” You added and they had a look of anger on their face.

“Why don’t you go sit down and we’ll get the relief pitcher in.” Coach Colt said and you nodded and went to sit down as your other friend Elizabeth Summers walked up to the pitching mound after giving you a sad smile. You were just glad to have some rest. 30 minutes into the practice Coach Morgan showed up and when he saw you sitting on the bench, he grew furious and stormed over to Coach Colt.

“Why the fuck is Bradford sitting on the bench and not on the fucking pitching mound?” He screamed and everything was silent and everything halted. Nobody liked Coach Morgan and were terrified of him.

“Her pitches were off because her shoulder was hurting and so was her wrist. So, Amanda and I are giving her a rest.” Coach Colt said defending you and trying to keep calm.

“I don’t give a fuck if she’s hurting. You have to work through the pain. No pain, no gain.” Coach Morgan said “I want her back on that pitching mound this instant.” He said and turned to you as you were picking up your glove and heading to the mound looking at Elizabeth who gave you a sympathetic look. You were a great pitcher and because of that you worked harder. They walked away from you to stand on the side “Now begin!” He yelled and you clenched your teeth and got ready to throw the ball already filling your shoulder scream in pain. You took a deep breath and wound up and threw the ball and as you released it tears came to your eyes and they clenched shut but opened them quickly, it had made it to the catcher’s, Samantha, glove like you planned it but it still fucking hurt. Samantha threw the ball back to you. This exercise went on for about 2 minutes just to get you warmed up and each time your shoulder and wrist screamed in pain. “Ok, I want to go onto the next drill!” Coach Morgan yelled “Coach Colt will be hitting the ball to different positions and everyone will be throwing it just like in a game.” He yelled and everyone nodded. You stayed put as well as everyone else as Coach Colt walked up and started the drill. Each time you caught it and threw it your shoulder screamed in pain and you were throwing some wild throws and that just pissed him off. “Time out!” He yelled and stormed over to you and grabbed you by the arm and practically drug you off the field and started laying into you. “What the fuck was that?! It’s like you’re not even trying! You’re supposed to be my best pitcher and you’re pitching like shit! I don’t give a fuck if your injured, you work through the pain!” He yelled and tears stung your eyes. Off in your peripheral vision you could see everyone looking and grouped together. Everyone knew you were hurt and tried to do something but they got punished or threatened to be kicked off the team. You weren’t paying attention to him and that pissed him off “Are you even fucking listening to me?!” He said and shoved you and then grabbed the front of your shirt and got up in your face.

“I am. My shoulder really hurts.” You tried to defend yourself and then he let go of your shirt and you thought it was over but then he raised his hand and slapped you in the face which made you step back and crash into the fence and head hitting the pole, you looked up holding your face and tears actually fell from your eyes.

“I don’t fucking care! How do you expect to become a professional?!” He said and grabbed you again and you were terrified and your face showed it and about that time Coach Colt and Amanda were rushing to your aid and Coach Colt pulled Coach Morgan off of you as Amanda shielded you.

“That is enough. Her shoulder and wrist have been hurting for weeks and you simply ignored her and threatened to kick her off the team if she said anything. That’s right we’ve heard all about it.” Coach Colt said

“That is not an excuse!” Coach Morgan yelled

“Yes, it is. Any more pushing and she could damage her shoulder and wrist for good and she won’t be able to play at all.” Amanda said as she held your crying form. Coach Morgan huffed and stormed off and left. Coach Colt turned to the rest of the team.

“Practice is over. Go home and rest, we’ll let you know when the next practice is.” He said and everyone nodded and started to gather their stuff and head to their cars not bothering to change then he turned to you and Amanda. “Are you ok?” He asked and you shook her head which you must’ve hit because shaking it caused it to throb and you had some blood running from your temple and your ear was ringing. “Here let me see.” He said and put a comforting hand on yours and slowly moved it and he grew angry. You had a handprint from where Coach Morgan had slapped you and his wedding ring must've got you too because you were bleeding from your cheek bone and bruising along with some swelling started to form. “I fucking hate that guy.” He said “You really need to go get checked out.” He added.

“I just want to go home. I’ll get cleaned up there.” You said

“Are you sure? One of us can take you to the hospital.” Amanda said and you nodded “Is anyone home with you?” She asked and you nodded. They knew Tim and Nolan were police officers and knew their schedule.

“Yea, dad is home.” You said in a quiet voice. Just then Samantha walked up with yours and her stuff.

“I’ll make sure she gets home safely.” Samantha said and that made you jump because you didn’t hear her walk up. That concerned them.

“Thank you, Samantha.” Amanda said and she smiled as she threw an arm around your shoulder and began your trek to your cars.

“You are not ok to drive.” She said and you looked at her.

“No, I am. I just want to be home.” You said and she nodded.

“Ok, just take it nice and slow, ok.” She asked and you nodded.

“Ok.” You said as you both put your stuff in your cars and then both got in and started your drive home. As you were getting closer to your house your vision was starting to get blurry with tears and a little bit of double vision was starting. Lucky for you, you had just pulled into your driveway next to your dad’s truck. You killed the engine and started to bawl. After a few minutes you wiped your tears, grabbed your backpack and softball bag and headed inside. You were moving slowly but straightened up and tried to walk normally. You turned the handle of the door and walked in being met with the TV on and your dad in the kitchen. You say your stuff down by the front door and then walk in with your head down and he smiled at you.

“Hey, Sweetheart. How was school?” He asked

“It was good.” You said and he frowned because he noticed how your voice croaked.

“Are you ok?” He asked and you nodded.

“I’m fine. I’m just going to head upstairs and get ready for dinner.” You said and you didn’t give him a chance to say anything as you rushed upstairs. When you got to your room you looked into the mirror and saw the damage, the handprint had darkened and there was more running down your face. Your shoulder and wrist hurt. It wasn’t even 2 minutes later when you heard a knock at your door.

“Can I come in?” He asked

“Yes.” You said as he opened the door.

“Y/N are you ok? You’ve been crying, I can tell.” Tim said

“How can you tell?” You asked with a scratchy voice.

“Your voice croaked like it always does when you’ve been crying. Also, you're my daughter I know these things." He said with a chuckle and you had let out a little one. You had your back to him and when he turned around, he instantly became angry.

“Who the fuck did this to you?” He asked as he walked up to you and gently grabbed your chin to look at you.

“Coach Morgan.” You said quietly

“That son of a bitch. Why did he do this to you?” He asked releasing you.

“My pitches and throws were sloppy because my shoulder and wrist had been hurting for weeks and he got angry and pulled me off the field. He cussed me out and then turned violent and then slapped me hard enough to push me into the chained linked fence hard. His ring cut him and my ear has been ringing ever since. My head hurts too from hitting the pole.” You said and Tim was angry but not at you. He had released your chin when you had begun talking.

“I'm taking you to the hospital and I’m going to take pictures of this and do something about it.” He said and you nodded and he pulled out his phone and began taking pictures of your face. When he was done, he ushered you out of your room and down the stairs to his truck where he was helping you get in and then he got in himself and started the engine, he pulled out of the driveway and started driving towards the hospital.

When you both got there, he made sure to park close by and then he killed the engine he first got out then he walked over and helped you out. On the way to the hospital your vision had doubled, the ringing intensified, and you had become dizzy to the point of almost throwing up. You were almost in the hospital when you suddenly went to the trash can and threw up. “Woah.” He said and rubbed your back after you were done you wiped your mouth and headed inside where he told you to go and sit down. Tim walked up to the front desk and got a forum to fill out. You had told him you were dizzy and having double vision. He walked over and sat down next to you and began filling out what was needed, answering the questions with ease. You leaned against his shoulder on your non-injured side.

“I don't feel good, Daddy.” You said and he turned to look at you. You had turned pale and looked overall exhausted. “Wanna go to sleep.” You said and he shook his head.

“No can do. Not until we get you checked out by the doctor.” Tim said and you nodded trying your best to stay awake. He was quick to fill the rest of it out and stood up causing you to sit up and took the clipboard to the front desk. He went and sat back down and you cuddled into him. Thankfully the ER wasn't that busy and you were getting called back quickly. They were put in a room and then Gino Brown, Jackson West’s boyfriend, walked in and stopped.

“Officer Bradford, pleasure seeing you again.” He said with a smile then turned to you “Y/N, what happened?” He asked as he began taking an assessment and hooking you up to a monitor.

“Coach Morgan hit me and that caused me to slam into a pole.” You said slurring your words.

“He really did a number on you.” He said, “I'm gonna shine a light in your eyes.” He said and you nodded but squeezed your eyes shut from the moment.

“I'm sorry.” You apologized, opening your eyes and he shook his head.

“No worries.” He said and shined a light in your eyes and your pupils were slow to react. He sighed and turned towards your dad but could still see you “I think she has a concussion but I want Dr. Sawyer to confirm.” Gino said and he nodded he was about to leave when you spoke up.

“I think I'm gonna be sick.” You said and they could've sworn you had turned green and Gino was quick to grab a bucket and you threw up. When you were done you were catching your breath when all of sudden your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you tensed, and you began to seize, which was not normal.

“Woah! Ok.” Gino said and was quick to roll you on your side and then instructed Tim to help as he stepped outside “I'm gonna need some help in here!” He yelled out and two other nurses and Dr. Grace Sawyer rushed in.

“What happened?” Grace asked, quickly taking over Tim's place as the other nurses were quick to get an IV in and you hooked up on fluids. “Give a push of Midazolam. Are you ok with us giving her a sedative just to let her brain rest?” She asked calmly and Tim nodded truly scared for his daughter.

“We were talking and she was slurring her words and I was about to come and get you when she got sick. When she was done, she was catching her breath and then her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she started to seize.” Gino said after pushing the medication in and you stopped and then he pushed a sedative in and they saw you visibly relax.

“Get her hooked up to a monitor and get her admitted. I want her to get a CT scan as well.” Grace said and everyone nodded and then she turned to Tim. “Now what happened to make her look like this?” She asked.

“She said Coach Theo Morgan, her softball coach, hit her and that caused her to slam into a pole.” Tim said as she motioned him to walk with her.

“Him. We have had a lot of kids come in with shin splints, stress fractures, broken bones, and concussions. Y/N is the worst case we've had. We've never had one come in slurring words, complaining of dizziness, getting sick, and then seizing.” Grace said as they arrived at the CT scan normally, they wouldn't let anyone in the viewing room but seeing as Tim was a police officer, they let him. They watched the screen scan your brain. “Everything looks good from the scan. The seizure sometimes happens with a concussion. I want to keep her out and here for a few days and recheck in a couple of days.” Grace said and Tim nodded. “I also want to take an x-ray of her shoulder and wrist since it said on her paperwork about them hurting her.” She said and again he nodded.

“Can I get all of this in a report and the others? I'm gonna do something about this once and for all.” Tim asked and Grace nodded.

“Of course. I want this guy to go away.” She said as they moved you out of the CT scan and then they followed you to the x-ray room. They took the x-rays and it turns out that you did have a stress fracture to the wrist and a dislocated shoulder along with a stress fracture in it as well. Tim was outraged. You would need surgery before having your shoulder moved back in place.

When they got you changed into a gown while Tim made some calls. He walked back into your room; he saw you sleeping, he looked over your injuries and grew enraged. It wasn't long until Lucy was knocking on the door and he looked up surprised. Sure, he had texted in a group chat that you had made and he reluctantly was a part of, but he was surprised that anyone had shown up.

“Lucy, what are you doing here?” He asked surprised as he stood and she walked into the room and she hugged him.

“I saw the group chat and figured that you shouldn’t be alone so I came down.” She said and they released from the hug.

“Thank you, that means so much to us.” Tim said and offered her his chair while he grabbed another.

“So, what happened?” She asked and he told her all about it and how this wasn’t Coach Morgan’s first-time harming kids. “That is awful. Are you going to press charges?” She asked and he noted.

“Yes, and I’m going to take him to court. This isn’t his first-time harming kids.” Tim said just then Grace walked back in and smiled and greeted Lucy.

“She’s going to wake up soon. When did she last eat?” She asked

“Last time she ate was in the afternoon at lunch.” He spoke. It was 8 PM now so it had been 8 hrs.

“Since it has been 8 hrs. we can go ahead and run some bloodwork and then get her in surgery in the morning.” Grace said “I just need your permission.” She added.

“You have my permission.” He said and she smiled and nodded.

“Gino will be in here in a minute to take the samples. The sedative should wear off here in an hour.” She said and Tim nodded and she left the room. A few minutes later Gino was walking in and getting samples and then sending them off to the labs.

“He really did a number on her didn’t he?” Lucy asked and Tim nodded

“Yea he did. It pisses me off.” He said and then it fell silent. Like Grace said an hour later you were waking up. Tim and Lucy were up in an instant.

“Daddy?” You asked groggily.

“You’re ok, Sweetheart. You’ve been admitted.” He said and then you looked around and saw Lucy and smiled.

“Lucy.” You said and she smiled and walked over and bent down and kissed your forehead.

“Hey, Mini Tim.” She said and Tim rolled his eyes. You had gotten the name because you were just like your father in more ways than one.

“Sweetheart-” Your dad began “Your shoulder is dislocated and fractured and your wrist has a stress fracture in it. You also have a concussion and you had a seizure.” He told you and you took in the news. “You’re having surgery on it in the morning and staying here for a couple of days.” He said and you looked at him.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked

“That’s a question for Grace.” He spoke

“Grace is my doctor?” You asked and he nodded and you smiled.

“Gino is your nurse.” Lucy said and that made you even more happy. A few minutes later Grace and Gino walked in and smiled when they saw you were up.

“It’s good to see you up.” She said “I’m sure your dad already told you what is going on.” She added and you nodded “I ran a CT Scan on you to make sure nothing was damaged after the hit to the pole and there wasn’t anything.” She said “We ran bloodwork and everything looks good and we have you scheduled for tomorrow morning to fix your shoulder. Do you have any questions?” She asked and you nodded.

“Will I ever be able to play softball again?” You asked and she smiled.

“After physical therapy we will reassess but I highly believe that you will be able to.” She said and you smiled.

The rest of the night was filled with talking and then Lucy had to leave and now it was just you and your dad. You stayed up for a little bit longer until you fell asleep and then after he made sure you were good and asleep, he allowed him to sleep your heart monitor luring him to sleep.

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The next morning Tim was being woken up by a knock on the door and Grace and Gino were walking and he smiled. They began talking and that had woken you up. They greeted you and then began the process of talking to you about prepping for surgery and what they planned on doing. After a few minutes they were wheeling you into the prep room and had you count down from 100 and before you got to 88 you were out like a light and they were wheeling you into surgery.

Tim was a nervous wreck; he had let everyone know what was happening and he wasn’t surprised that they had shown up. Wesley, Angela, Nolan, Lucy, Jackson, and Talia had showed up, they asked how it had happened and he told them. He told them how he was going to press charges and take him to court. Wesley said that he would be your lawyer. He also had called your school and let them know what was going on and then he called your assistant coach and trainer and they were down in an instant. They told him that they tried to tell Coach Morgan to back off but they were threatened to be fired and they watched the entire thing happen. Tim told them his plan and they supported him and said they would testify and knew other parents would too.

1 hr. later they were done with surgery and Grace was walking out to them. “Everything was a success and she is to make a full recovery.” She said and she left and Gino and a few other nurses were wheeling you into your room. You were groggy and slept a lot. When you fully woke up you noticed Coach Colt and Amanda there and you smiled.

“Hey.” You said to them and they greeted you back. Every now and then you would nod off and they let you sleep as much as possible and Gino along with other nurses were in and out checking on you. They had put a few screws in your shoulder and fixed your dislocated shoulder.

On your third day of being in the hospital your dad had to leave for a few hours but Lucy said she would stay with you. You both gossiped and you even talked about her being in love with your dad and how he wouldn’t admit it but he was so in love. When your dad came back you both acted like nothing happened but he had his suspicions.

On the fourth day you were finally released and were given instructions on how to take care of your shoulder and what exercises to do to keep your wrist and elbow from locking up. Your dad also told you that he had pressed charges against Coach Morgan and to take him to court as well and he talked with the sports director at school and the principal.

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Court day arrived and you were dressed up and so was your dad. You walked into the courthouse and met Wesely and he hugged you gently. He obtained all the medical records from you and other cases and Tim had given him the pictures he had taken. Court started and it was tough going at first but it was turning in your favor when Wesley presented medical records from you and others along with the pictures and had you along with other team members and passed team members testify along with parents. Coach Colt and Trainer Amanda both testified. It was a long-drawn-out process. There was a break for the jury to decide if he was guilty or not and it didn’t take them long. They came back and gave the judge the verdict and when they said guilty it was all over. Relief washed over you. Wesley turned to you and smiled. Coach Morgan was arrested for harming and putting a minor in the hospital and he was banned from coaching for life. You thanked Wesely profusely. “Thank you so much.” You said and he smiled.

“You’re part of the family and this family sticks together.” He said and then gently hugged you and kissed you head and then left. You and your dad left after talking to the others and Samantha, who had come and testified she also had provided a video that she secretly took and gave it over to evidence. Tim and you sat in the truck and you sighed in relief and he looked over and smiled.

“Everything is going to be ok now. He’s gone and can’t hurt you or anyone else anymore.” He said and leaned over and brought you in for a hug and held your head and kissed it.

“Thank you, dad. For everything.” You said and he smiled.

“Anything for my girl.” He said and then you smirked and he raised an eyebrow.

“So, when are you and Lucy going to get together?” You asked

“Not this again.” He said and you laughed and that made him smile. One of these days you were going to get him to admit it.

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missyaess · 29 days

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Maybe Meant to be - Fake Dating pt.6

pt.1 pt.2 pt.3 pt.4 pt.5

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-Hi Midoriya.No,not really.

As Midoriya sat down next to you,you sighed.You felt relieved all of a sudden,at this moment you wouldn’t want to be around anyone else.You didn’t know why.

-What happened between you two,if you don’t mind me asking?

You explained everything to him and how you felt,as you got to the end you didn’t notice tears coming out of your eyes.

-Hey Y/N,sshh.

He hushed you and laid your head on his shoulders,calming you down.

-I get how you feel.But I just have to ask you,do you think Kacchan is the right person for you?

-I don’t know anymore Midoriya…I thought he was but I am just so tired.

-I get that.I’m sorry you have to feel this way.You are an amazing person,and you’re the only one I could trust with something like this.Thank you for everything you’ve done for me.

He smiled at you and it warmed your heart.You were glad he was your friend.

After you two sat there for some time you decided to go back to your dorm rooms.Midoriya walked you to your dorm room where Mina was waiting for you.

-Alright I can leave now.Goodnight Y/N.

As you two waved at each other Mina looked between the both of you with suspicious eyes.

You turned back to Mina and saw everybody has already left.Mina noticed your looks into your room so she explained.

-I sent everybody away so that we could talk.

You stepped into your room and Mina followed you.You sat down on your bed looking at your feet.Mina sat on the floor,facing you.

-What’s going on between you two?

You rolled you eyes at this.

-It wasn’t what it looked like,Bakugo was just being a hater to Midoriya,he doesn’t like me.So,nothing is going on between us.

-No I don’t mean him!I mean Midoriya!

-WHAT?

You stood up by the shock of what she was asking you.

-Look,I just noticed how you two act together and it might be more than a fake relationship for you.

-Literally what made you think that?

-The way Midoriya got worried today after you and Bakugo went out the room,so much so that he went after you two immediately! How you look at him has changed and I can see that as your best friend.

-He’s my friend,and he knows what an ass Bakugo can be,that’s probably why!And also nothing has changed with the way I look at him.

Mina sighed as you looked at her like she was crazy.

-Look,all I’m saying is be careful,okay?I don’t want you get hurt because of another boy again.

-I assure you there’s nothing to worry about.

-Whatever you say,goodnight Y/N.

After Mina left you were alone with your thoughts.

Could it be possible it was more for him,for you?

A few weeks has passed since the last time you spoke with Bakugo.He would stare at you in class but you wouldn’t look back.You had spent the last weeks with Midoriya,still going on with the plan even if it hadn’t worked out for you,it was going to work out for Midoriya and Uraraka.

As you were at the lunch table ,laughing at something Midoriya had said,Uraraka came over.

-Deku,can we talk in private?

-Uhm…sure.

-I like you!

You knew you shouldn’t have but you and Mina were watching afar from where uraraka was confessing to Midoriya.

-What did she say??(M)

-SSH I can’t hear them with you screaming !

You two were hiding in a bush,not too far away from the two.If Mina kept on whisper screaming you were sure they would hear you.So with one hand you closed her mouth and continued to listen.

-I have liked you for a long time actually…And after seeing you with Y/N,I just had to let you know.(U)

You couldn’t quite understand yourself right now.It made you so mad she was confessing to him.I mean,she knew Midoriya was your boyfriend.Even if it wasn’t actually real and a plan,it still made you mad.

Uraraka got closer to Midoriya and reached out for his hand.

-Please say something.

You couldn’t help the jealousy you were feeling.Why were you jealous of Midoriya?

Mina started biting your hand so you let her go.

-Ouch!What are you doing?!

-SSH,be quiet!(M)

You rolled your eyes at this and continued watching them as the uncomfortable feeling took you over.You just wanted to go over there and…

-I’m sorry,I love Y/N.

…

What?

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Good People (Platonic)

Summary: While in the Wasteland, running on nothing but fumes and even less hope, you meet someone. Someone who might just be the one thing you need in a place like this: a friend.

Note: This is shorter than my usual stuff (both in terms of words, probably, and also just in terms of content - more so a scene than anything else; maybe a series of short scenes showing Lucy's arc if you guys want and how her friendship with Y/N develops?) Let me know in an ask!

You were a survivor. You had been since the moment you were born, but you weren't sure how much longer that was going to last.

Your day hadn't started off good, you see. You were running out of water and had passed out earlier due to some kind of infection - no idea what it was or who/what it was from, you had come across a lot of beings and things in your travels - and some guy had thought you were dead and even pissed on you just in case. Was not refreshing, or nice.

You had fought him off, tackling him to the floor and punching him quite a few times. You didn't kill him, however. You just left him be after that.

An odd fellow with a briefcase who promise you everything you could ever want passed you by. He gave you something that gave you a boost. You had no caps, so the only piece of fluid you had left on you - your water container - was given to him in exchange for this item.

So, now you were even more screwed then before.

The man even seemed to somewhat pity you, but he still left.

You find an abandoned bus. It's been picked, recently or otherwise doesn't really matter, picked clean is picked clean. Or, well, as clean as you can get within the apocalypse.

"Hello?" a voice says. You spin around, reaching for a weapon you don't have as you lost it in the scuffle before, and so instead duck down - hitting your head on one of the seats.

You hear the person outside cringe.

"Sorry," she says, earnestly to your shock, "that sounded like it hurt."

"...It did," you find yourself saying in reply, but still keep your head done.

"Sorry," she says, again, "it's ok," she assures you, "I won't hurt you. I promise."

You peak your head up. The first thing you notice, is how clean she looks. She gives you a bright smile.

"Hi," she says, enthusiastically.

You just blink at her.

"It's ok," she assures again, "my weapon is away. I just - I just wanna talk. I'm a bit lost out here give, you know, everything is mainly just sand."

You guess that's fair. So, against your better judgment, you make your way to the stairs at the bus, and sit down. The woman sits down, letting out a sigh, glad to be able to rest for a moment.

She stretches. You adjust your neck. You must've slept funny.

"I'm Lucy," she says, holding out a hand to you.

"Y/N," you say, shaking her hand. Feels weird, being this open with someone.

"Y/N," she says, "that's a nice name. I never knew someone called Y/N before."

You're about to ask her why, when you see what she's wearing.

You whistle, or as best you can with a dry throat, it's croaky but the idea comes through, "you one of them Vault Dwellers?"

"I am," she says, and you're unsure if it's a proud statement or not, "but, I do also recognise my privilege for being one."

You hum, "how you finding up here?"

"Hot," she says, "we have air conditioning in the vaults. So, it's weird not being able to just turn down the temperature."

You chuckle. She smiles.

"Thank you for not trying to kill me."

You gesture to yourself, "don't exactly have anything to do that with, you know? Besides, you're not a bad person. I've met some bad people, you ain't one of them."

"Thank you. I knew there were good people out here."

You shrug, "I don't think I'm exactly 'good', but I've known worse."

"Well, I'm glad I've run into you. You're alot nicer than the previous man I met."

"Yeah, there'll be people like that..." you pause, then ask the question on your mind, "what brings you top side, Lucy?"

"Oh," there's a hint of hope, mixed with sadness in her eyes while she answers, "I'm looking for my dad. Some horrible woman called Moldaver took him. She steals dads."

You may internally find that last part funny, but you find yourself saying 'I'm sorry' to her about her plight. She thanks you once again.

"You're not crazy like that other man."

She's blunt, you'll give her that.

"I can be," you don't quite know why you're insulted by it.

She cocks her head to the side, "I'm good at reading people," you aren’t sure on that one, but you don't say anything, "and you're not like that previous man."

"What'd he do?"

"Drank most of my water. You ever met anyone like that?"

"Guy pissed on me this morning. Another stole my canteen."

"Oh..." Lucy says. You nod, expecting this to be the end of your conversion, but then she reaches behind herself for something. Instinct makes you freeze, but she just gives you a reassuring smile once again, and holds something out to you.

Her own canteen.

You look at her, doubt, confusion, and thanks all in your eyes at once.

"Take it," she insists, shaking it a little to tell you that there is still water inside it, "I mean it."

"But, that other man --"

"He's greedy. You aren't. And, judging by your lips, rough voice, inability to whistle, and slight grovel to your voice, and the way you hold yourself," perceptive too, "you need this more than I do."

"You sure?" she nods. Hesitantly, looking from her to the canteen as you reach out - her leaning forward to help you with your lack of energy due to dehydration and all - you grab it. It's not harsh, you don't rip it out of her grasp. Your actions are slow, deliberate.

You open it, and lift it up to your mouth, letting a few water droplets hit it.

You close it and give it back to her. But she pushes it to you again. This goes on a few more times.

"I meant what I said," she says, "take it."

You look around at the desert, "next water well won't be for a while."

She shrugs, "there's a town nearby. There should be some there. But, either way, you need this a lot more than I do."

You drink the rest of it. And, you feel ok. Not great, but better.

You cough a bit. Both due to whatever illness you have, and just from the water and how fast you drank it.

"That's a bad cough," she notes, taking the canteen back.

"Ah, it's nothing," you say, waving her off. Had worse infections.

You stand up, and she holds her hands out in case you fall. You put a hand up, telling her you're ok.

"Well," you say, "thank you for that, and the talk. Good people are few and far between. Best of luck --"

"Hey, wait!" she calls out as you start to walk away, "wait, please. Maybe - maybe you can help me."

"I ain't exactly much help given the lack of weapons, strength, and my illness."

She frowns, "well, once we find my dad, we can go back to my vault, we have doctors there who can help you and give you a good meal!"

She's preppy, but soon that softens in her eyes, "please...I can stop people from...urinating on you."

You snort at her disgust of the language. She has a lot to learn. Social ettiquite may exist in some places in the wasteland, but not everywhere.

"Well, when you put it like that..." you say, before smiling. She beams at you.

"Okey Dokey!" she exclaims.

"Okey Dokey!" you find yourself saying in kind, not mocking for once - you and your mouth had gotten you into trouble before, it was nice to not have some agenda with it this time. To let your guard down.

"Have you ever been to Filly before?" she asks you as you walk side by side. Though, she slows up a bit as you try and both get your strength back and keep your remaining bit.

"Once or twice when passing through," you say.

"Alrighty then," she says, glad to not be going in completely blind, "'this is going to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship.'" she says to you, clearly quoting something, based on her voice. You look at her confused.

"I'll show you the film when we're back at the vault," she says, before you continue on your way.

It's good to meet someone who didn't want to kill you on sight or extort you or something.

It was nice to not be alone anymore.

Lucy feels the same way. She has a sort of guide now. A friend.

An actual friend from the outside.

She's glad.

And, little did she know how right she'd be. It would be a friendship that would stand the test of time and everything in between.

Lucy had just met her best friend.

You had met yours.

Even if you both didn't know just how dark and dangerous the road ahead would get...

#fallout #lucy fallout #lucy maclean #Lucy Maclean imagine #lucy maclean fallout #lucy maclean x reader

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The first - Part 1

Fandom - Breaking Bad/Better call Saul

Pairing: Multiple characters x gender-neutral reader (Nacho, Jesse, Kim, Jimmy, Mike, Howard) Genre: Fluff, hurt/comfort, one-shots Warning(s): Mentions of sexual tension, weed and alcohol. Cuss words Words: 1.5k Summary: The first kiss with the BrBa/BCS characters English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 »» AO3 link || Masterlist || Request ««

The first kiss

Nacho

You and Nacho had been friends for quite a while during this time. One day, you were chilling in his house and talking and it kinda just happened. Having a complicated life, Nacho was scared to drag you - one of the people he cares about mostly - into it. But the sexual tension between the two of you reached a tipping point when you got into the topic of relationships.

“If things were easier, maybe I’d actually have time to find love” Nacho sighed.

“You deserve to be happy, Nacho.”

“I am. With you.” He realized how it sounded and shook his head. “...Nevermind.”

But you’d heard enough to know you were not crazy. He liked you, too. Without another word, you pressed your lips against his. At first, he responded but soon pulled back.

“We shouldn’t.”

“I know.”

Silence fell, and after a moment, you stood up, walking to the door before you felt Nacho grab your arm. Before given the chance to react - he spinned you around and pulled you into a kiss. With his palm cupping your face, he kissed you in a way no one had done before. It was passionate and needy. Afterwards, he held onto you, breathing hot air at you whilst your foreheads pressed against each other.

“Stay.”

You nodded.

“I’m not going anywhere”

Jesse

Jesse invited you to one of his parties and since you liked him, you decided to go. Little did you know, he felt the same… Opening the door to the house, you were hit by loud music, loud voices and the smell of alcohol, sweat and weed. At least 20 people in the living room vibing to the music whilst getting drunk and high. You felt a bit disoriented entering the place, directly scanning the place for Jesse. You found him sitting in the living room together with the friends Skinny Pete and Badger. When seeing you he smiled and greeted you.

“Yo! I’m glad you made it here.” After hugging you he dragged you along to the kitchen. “Something to drink?”

“Yes please!” After handing you a beer, the two of you sat down next to Jesse’s friends and talked. They kept glancing at the two of you and grinning, like they knew something you didn’t.

“Man… You’re so down bad for them, Jesse.” Badger mumbled whilst smoking his joint. Jesse looked like he wanted to murder his best friend on the spot, whilst Pete just laughed. So that’s what they were grinning about…

“Is that right, Jesse?”

“I…” He stuttered an explanation, but none was needed.

“Maybe I like you too?”

“If you’re playing with me right now…”

“Jesse.” You said firmly. “I mean it.”

After that, Jesse basically grabbed your hand and walked out of the house, with his friends whistling and laughing at the scene.

“Sorry ‘bout them. They’re such damn jerks.” Jesse muttered and looked at the night sky, his face turned away from you to hide the blush.

“You like me.”

“And you like me, too?”

“Yea.”

“Perfect.”

Without realizing it, the two of you had moved closer to each other. When he leaned down, you didn’t hesitate. It was like you could taste the smoke on his soft lips as you kissed. It was intoxicating. Afterwards, you both looked at the sky.

“We should have done that a long time ago.”

“Yea”

Kim

Kim was overworking herself - as usual. And being her worried friend, you couldn’t stand the sight of it. During her lunch break, you went to her office at HHM only to find her buried in paperwork.

“Kim, for fuck sake…”

She barely noticed your presence so you had to walk up to her and tap her shoulder.

“Hey…” she said absent-mindedly.

“Kim…”

“I’ll be done soon, don’t worry”

“You’ve said that for days, Kim.”

“Yea? Well why don’t you-” realizing she was about to snap at you, she went quiet really fast and looked at you in shame “I’m sorry.”

After some convincing, she finally agreed to leave the office and let you buy her a coffee. Seeing her holding the warm paper cup containing cappuccino melted your heart. She looked so calm, for once.

“I’m worried for you.”

“That’s sweet of you… But really, I’m fine.”

You were not satisfied with the reply, and she noticed that - since you had stopped walking.

“Hey… What’s the matter?” she said softly and threw the empty cup in a near bin before standing before you.

“I care about you, Kim. I don’t want you burned out…”

She stroked your cheek, and you could no longer hold back the feelings you harbored. When you kissed her, she didn’t pull back. Rather, she pulled you closer to her.

“Will you stop nagging if I take the afternoon off?” You could only nod in reply, still in shock after the kiss.

Jimmy

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Hmmm? What?” you looked at Jimmy, who drove the car. “Yea, of course. You told me about some clients.”

“...If I bore you out that badly, just tell me, sugar.” he muttered before parking the car.

“You don’t bore me, Jimmy.”

“Sure seems like it.”

He left the car and you had to run after him.

“Look, I’m sorry… It’s just, I’m worried, I guess.”

“Worried? Why?”

“You should hear yourself sometimes, Jimmy.” You hissed. “You’re dealing with some dangerous people. And you always put yourself in shit situations!”

“I got this! Ok?!”

“Yea, sure you do. Sure.”

He rolled his eyes and continued walking.

“Why do you even care?” he grumbled. You had to bite your tongue to not say anything stupid. Because what could you even say? “...And you’re back to ignoring me. Thank you, sweetie.”

“Because I just care, ok?” Tears burned in your eyes, and now he noticed.

“Hey… Sweetheart-” he sighed, seeming uncomfortable with your emotions. “I’m sorry, ok?”

He squeezed your shoulder.

After a minute of awkward silence, he tried lightening the mood with saying:

“You got a lil crush on good ol’ Jimmy, eh?” Your reaction told him everything. “You do??” he chuckled.

“...Idiot.”

“Your idiot.” he murmured before stepping closer - he tilted your head up and forced you to look at him.

“I knew you got the hots for me, sugar. Don’t worry. I feel the same.”

And then he kissed you. At first, you wanted to pull away. You were still angry at him - after all.

But it’s hard to be mad at someone that kisses you like that.

And the way he smiled against your lips - Oh god…

Mike

You had just found out about Mike’s work, and just what he does for his boss Gus Fring. And you were not happy. Saying “you needed to think”, you rushed out from his place.

“Can you at least let me explain?” Mike hissed, following you - one step behind.

“Mike…”

“Please.” Something in his voice had changed. It went from the usually calm but firm tone - to a pleading one. It caught you off guard and you turned around to look at him. He seemed stressed.

“What?” you muttered.

“Please, let me explain.”

And seeing how desperate he seemed, you couldn’t say no. So you listened to him, letting him tell you about his career and why he did it.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

“Why would I?” he scoffed, but quickly realised how harsh it sounded. Before you had a chance to leave again, he grabbed your hand.

“Because I care about you. I’m not pulling you into my bullshit.”

Your heart skipped a beat at his next words…

“I can’t lose you. Please.”

And then…

He kissed you. Just like that. And how could you pull away, when you’d been dreaming of this moment for so long?

The kiss said more than thousands of words.

Everything made sense now.

Howard

You had known Howard for quite a while and he invited you out for lunch during one of his breaks.

“Over here!” you saw him sitting by a two-person table at the restaurant, waving at you with a big smile. You joined him.

“Jeez, Howard! This place looks… Expensive!”

“Only the best lunch restaurant in town!” He said cheerfully, but you could sense some sort of… Nervousness? In his voice. “Tell me about your day!”

“Well uhm… It was-” He looked at you intensely. It was both cute but a bit weird. “...Are you ok?”

“Of course!”

After lunch - which he insisted on paying - you tagged along when he walked back to HHM and his office. Before saying goodbye, he stopped you.

“Wait! I actually need to talk to you.”

“Alright… Shoot.”

“I…” he gathered his thoughts and cleared his throat before continuing - or at least trying to. “I kinda… Y’know…”

You couldn’t help but smile. The blush said everything.

“Howard…” you cooed, and then leaned in and kissed him. He was startled, but then kissed you back and sighed in relief at you initiating this.

“Was that what you were trying to say?”

“Y-yea…”

“Well… I definitely feel the same.”

AHSHSHS this is prob one of my cheesiest one-shots yet- HOPE Y'ALL LIKED IT EITHER WAYS <3 Next part will be "First date". If you like this concept like, comment or reblog! Would mean a lot. :) MWAHHH

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UNREQUITED PT 3 matt sturniolo

genre: a bit of angst but then fluff

cw: mentions of alcohol, kissing

a/n: last part! (maybe…?) hope you guys like it! lyy

Matt’s pov:

I shouldn’t have ignored y/n and me. I thought it would just be a 2 week thing that we would get over but things haven’t been going as I expected them to.

I’ve been reckless and I have to own up to things I know, it’s been 3 months since this all started and 3 weeks since I’ve last talked to her. I know how she gets, how the thoughts cloud her head but I’ve been ignoring everything and making her feel like a fool, and we promised to never lie to eachother, and god, I’ve tried so hard to keep it but things get difficult when you’re in love with your best friend.

I’m reluctant to even text her, and I know I’m in the wrong, trust me, but everything is just so messed up right now, and tomorrow we have our first halloween party of the weekend, and probably the only one I’ll show up to. If she’s there I guess I’ll have no other choice but to talk to her

your pov:

Yes Matt’s actions, or rather the things he hasn’t done, hurt me. But that doesn’t mean I have to wallow in my hatred for the situation, I’ve been doing everything that doesn’t involve him, and halloween was just around the corner. I had just picked up my halloween costume, I was going as a cowgirl, it was cute and simple. My friends were all going with their boyfriends as something together so I’d figure maybe at the party I’d find my cowboy…i still like Matt, I love him, but I can’t wait around for someone who isn’t willing to even glance at me.

As I walked from the costume shop, I saw nick, my sunglasses and cap disguised my face but he still recognized me, I feel bad even trying to not talk to him.

“y/n? how are you? you haven’t been by the house at all this month” he said turning around with his eyes wide, the sunglasses hid my eyebags, thank god, but by my voice you could tell I hadn’t been well, and he was wrong, I hadn’t been by the house in three months, not one.

“good. how about you guys? im sorry i havent been by just busy with my photography and youtube” i said briefly with a smile. He studies my face, I knew he knew I was lying, but nick has never been the one to push someone’s emotions, and I’m glad.

“well we miss you, Matt the most, are you coming to the party tonight?” He smiled. My jaw clenched with the mention of Matt “Matt the most” what was that supposed to mean? What am I supposed to do with that? I spiraled and forgot to answer his question.

“are you there y/n…?” He said furrowing his brows.

“yeah yeah, I dont know if im going or not…I just don’t feel like it I don’t know” I looked down, now that I knew a certain someone was going to be there, i just didn’t know if I was ready for that or not.

“Well I have to go, but think it over alright? We miss you a lot, y/n” he said with a slight pout, I felt bad for the people I’d also left behind as a consequence of ignoring their brother.

The night of the halloween party my 4 friends had to convince me to show up at the party, it was late and I has nothing better to do so I put some music to hype me up and started getting ready. About an hour or so later I was ready to maybe confront the fear I had been carrying since some time ago, talking things out.

Matt’s POV:

We were already at the party, got there at 8, just to take some pictures and help before everyone came. There were going to be a lot of people at the party, which eased the thought of running into y/n, although a part of me wanted to talk to here, maybe a party wasn’t the best scenario for a emotional re encounter. An hour later, the lights were dim and multicolored, people with red cups were dispersed everywhere, a bunch making out on the couch, other’s dancing, some playing beer pong, all in creative costumes with their camera or phone out, typical influencer event, I stupidly waited by the door, waiting upon an arrival that I didn’t even know if it was to come, my brows lifted at every girl that look even a little bit like y/n, a giddy excitement gnawing at me every second that past, knowing maybe the next one would be her.

your POV:

Me and my friends stepped out of an uber, I nervously linked arms with one of my closest friends as we all approached the door, looking around to see if he was anywhere in the terrace, unlikely, given that there were only people smoking, but I still looked either way. Then I saw him. I saw him right by the door frame, talking to a friend. My heart skipped a beat as we made eye contact, the first time in 3 months. It felt like meeting him for the first time, a daze of familiar joy took over me, that lingering feeling of resent still making itself present. I didn’t really know what to do, my friends were dragging me inside wondering what was keeping me up.

“wait, just a minute, I’ll be there,” I said, barely looking at them. They went into the crowd and I was left alone face to face with the object of my despair for months. Matt was the first one to break the silence.

“hey…” he slightly stuttered, he seemed nervous, like he was waiting for this, his voice smooth but seemingly unsure. He pressed his lips together, I suppose he didn’t know if it was the right situation to smile in.

“hi…”

“(…)”

silence filled the air, I had been postponing out interaction so long that it didn’t feel real right now, like this was just a figment of my imagination, another bad dream I had to get through, I pinched myself just in case. I realized he had a cowboy costume. How ironic

“cowboy huh?” I tried to be comedic to get the conversation rolling, forcing laughter, the corners of my mouth quirked up unconsciously as he let out a laugh, one I would still be able to recognize anywhere.

“yeah, and you? cowgirl, thats…something!” He smiled. For a moment I captured a glimpse of us, just for a second, gone before I realized it, i realized how easily I let my guard down in his presence. Silence struck again.

“Y/n- can we…talk…?…please” he stated pleadingly. I sighed. I knew this was coming, I shouldn’t be surprised, sooner or later, this was expected to happen.

“yeah…can we go somewhere more…private?” I said looking around, people and camera’s surrounding us wasn’t exactly the ideal place to spew our guts out in.

We went up the stairs to the master bedroom, thankfully, no one was there. I stood with my arms crossed, knowing I was not going to be the first one to apologize.

Then it started.

“y/n. I know I haven’t been the best lately, Im sorry about that. Things have been way off, like, the worst it’s been, not just a petty argument, not just a dispute. I fucked up, I know that all too well ok? I can recognize that, but I can say that it wasn’t on purpose, I promise i never tried to make you feel that way, I can’t say I fully understand what you’re going through but I want to be there, I want to be in your life, more than anything, I want to make you laugh, be comfortable, I hate to think that I hurt you, and I hate even more that it’s true.” He said, rushing, probably cause of the nerves. I winced at the feeling of myself ready to apologize, just like that, part of me thought it wasn’t fair, part of me knew he was wrong. But part of me also saw that he didn’t know, that communication was key and I royally messed that up.

“matt…I cant say it’s fine. I’ve had one of the worst months of my life, but I’m sorry. I didn’t know how much it would affect me knowing that you liked someone else-“ he interrupted me. “-wait, what? like someone else? What do you mean?” His forehead wrinkled.

I raised a brow “what do you mean? Don’t you…like Madi?”I said the last part in a particularly lower voice, realizing mid sentence how stupid that statement was.

He broke out laughing. Then and there. He laughed, for a good minute or too.

“Im- im sorry that was inappropriate but- why would you think out of all people, that i like Madi? She’s 2 years younger than me and I just see her as my best friend, really, what made you think that?” He said still chuckling in between words, he stepped closer to me, I could see the eyeliner on his waterline.

“I-i don’t know, I guess I just got- jealous….?” I internally cringed at the word “jealous” acting as if he was mine at all, I looked away, cursing myself.

“I got in my head, like I always do, im sorry that was stupid of me” I said underneath my breath, It was a miracle he could even hear me.

He put his finger under my chin to turn my head so I could look at him, my heartbeat in my throat.

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve come clean about my feelings and that would’ve been the end of it, but I cowered out like always” he said, placing a hair behind my ear gently. Maybe it was just my imagination but I swear he glanced at my lips about 3 times, the following only confirmed it. He leans in, and, every so carefully, cups the side of my cheek, his fingers are cold. I can’t feel mine anymore, I can’t feel anything, my mind was fuzzy and my thoughts blur together.

“please don’t kill me for this”

he whispers before closing the gap between us, his lips are soft, moving gently and cautiously on mine, slowly, becoming more sure of it as I wrap my hands behind his neck, running my fingers through his tangled hair, under his cowboy hat. I lightly run my fingers along his neck, earning a smile from him that I cam feel against my lips. As we pull apart, only for air, I take a moment to process what just happened, a stupid grin still plastered on my face.

“Did we just….kiss?” I asked with a low voice, his hand wrapped loosely around my waist, the other holding my hand softly.

“I guess…?” He laughed “and I would do it again you know…”

My heart fluttered at every word and every slight thumb rub against the exposed skin of my waist, enjoying the company of finally non- unrequited feelings.

“…yeah?” I whispered, smiling so much it hurt my jaw.

“yeah” he whispered before going in again for another kiss.

We walked out there with our hands tied together, the stupid grin on both our faces, we quickly separated, knowing all the cameras that would be in the place, not wanting to screw this up just yet.

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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Dependency Issues - Part Five

A/N: Another part. I really do want to warn that this chapter is darker than most of the others so read with caution. Also do not worry there will be another chapter, probably a few more. Warnings: Dark. Non Con. Dub Con. Incest. Manipulation. Coercive behaviour (at times) Full on smut. Dependency Issues. (like reader has some serious issues when it comes to Aegon) Unhealthy relationship. Mean and aggressive Aegon. Angst. 18+ Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Niece!Reader (Rhaeneyra mother and non specified father) Word Count: 2.6K

Master list Part Four Part Six

Two weeks had gone by since you had seen Aegon.

And they were the slowest two weeks of your life.

You were trying to take it one day at a time, as your therapist had told you to. But each day was blander than the day before it and it became impossible for you to even force a smile on your face.

Your mother was driving you up the wall, constantly asking if you were okay or trying to beg you to at least try.

"I am trying," you screamed at her, throwing your arms in the air.

"It doesn't seem like it," she replied, shaking her head. She was sat in her lounge chair outside, holding a glass of wine that she kept sipping on each time your anger seemed to rise. "You mope around this house day and night or sleep in your room all day. When you do spend time with us, it's like you're not even there."

"I can't force myself to be happy," you admitted, crossing your arms over your chest. Your throat hurt from the screaming, you barely even spoke these days so it definitely wasn't used to this. "I go to my therapy sessions and I stay at home like you want me to do."

"Why don't you see your friends?" She asked, shrugging her shoulders.

"How am I supposed to see them with no phone?"

That question threw her off, lips opening to speak but nothing coming out.

"You want to give me my phone back?" You questioned, tilting your head. "I'm an nineteen year old who isn't even trusted to have her phone. Because you don't trust me mum, do you?"

"I'm sorry," was all she could muster, face softening slightly. "But we both know there is something wrong with you and he doesn't make it any better."

"What if that's just it?" You chuckle humorously, biting your upper lip. "What if that's just me?"

"No, it's him," Rhaenyra is quick to snap back, growing cold at the idea of him. "He is sick in the head and he is praying on you. I should of separated you both ages ago."

"What if I'm sick in the head? What if I like the way he prays on me?"

Her face dropped, looking at you with pure disgusts as she glared at you. "I'm just so glad that he didn't do anything to you because this could have been a lot worse."

"What if I has done something to me?" You knew you were pushing your luck, seeing how far you could push her over the edge.

She was speechless, thoughts probably running through her head. Clearly Jace hadn't said anything to her and that you were glad for.

"Don't worry. He didn't touch me like that," you told her, turning away. "Your perfect daughter isn't tainted."

Maybe something had struck your mother in your conversation, something that made her change her mind. Or maybe she really did need to leave town and just knew there was no possible way she could drag you with her. She just had to trust you.

And to be away from her and your siblings even for a day, had your mind finally feeling slightly at ease. Until you stumbled upon the landline in the office, making the temptation real for you.

You stared at it, for the longest time. If you called him, your mother would be able to see the call on her records. Not only that but as much as you kept telling yourself that hearing his voice would make you feel better, you knew it wouldn't. You'd fall deeper into the rabbit hole, begging him to come over and see you.

That's if he did want to see you. You hadn't even thought about that, you had left things so abruptly that he might not even want to speak to you. That thought hurt you even more and the not knowing was eating away at you.

It ate away at you all day but you had long decided you weren't going to call him.

Sinking into the bathtub was the first time you found peace in those weeks. Among the heat and bubbles you could feel your mind more at ease and for a few moments you forget about everything that happened. It was just you...

Until it wasn't.

There was a loud crash downstairs and your eyes peeled open at the sudden noise, sitting up in the tub. Your ears perked up as you listened for any other noise but you were only met with silence.

You were on edge, a feeling you couldn't shake off as you got out of the bath. You your robe on, tying it before slowly leaving your bathroom. You panicked, not thinking to even grab something as you crept to your bedroom door.

You opened the door, jumping as you felt something touch your ankle. But a gentle purr had you sighing in relief, your hands quickly picking up the ball of fur by your feet.

"Syrax you scared me," you said, stroking the cat.

You were just overjoyed that clearly the old feline had knocked something over and there wasn't a break in.

The cat was quick to jump out of your arms, never one for cuddles from anyone but your mother. She scampered away heading back downstairs, leaving you in silence once again.

You walked back into your room, heartbeat finally calming down. But another crash had you twisting back, letting out a huff of frustration as you went to figure out what the cat was up to.

It wasn't the cat you were met with as you stepped out of your bedroom door but a tuft of blonde hair and a pair of wet violet eyes. In the first time in two weeks, you felt a slight tinge of happiness even if the sight of him wasn't the greatest. He looked worn down, dark circles around his eyes and pale sickly skin.

"Aegon," you whispered, a shaky breath leaving your lips before your arms wrapped around him. You clung to him tightly, thinking if you let go of him he might slip out of your grasp. "We should talk."

His arms wrapped around yours, lifting you up so you wrapped your legs around him. He held onto you with the exact same intensity you gave him, nails almost digging into your sides where his hands held you.

When you reached your bed, Aegon placed you on it, instantly following you down. His lips were on yours, not giving you a second to even think as he pushed you down on the bed. For a second you gave in, kissing him back with pure desperation. The kiss grew more heated as if he was trying to inhale your very being with how his lips moved against yours. And as much as you loved it, loved him, you pulled away needing a breath of air and the time to properly talk to him.

"Aegon, pl-"

His hands were in the back of your hair, pulling your lips on him and using his grip to keep you still. Your hands hit against his chest, trying to push off of him but he wouldn't budge. It wasn't till his tongue sank into your mouth did you finally taste the alcohol there, head twisting away at the bitter taste.

"We need to talk," you told him, voice speaking through staggered breaths. You kept your head to the side, until your breathing went back to normal.

"Why would I want to talk?" Aegon questioned, a distinct tremble in his tone, one he only got when he was distraught. "So you can tell me that you don't want me?"

"You're drunk," you realised, sighing in clear frustration.

It was practically impossible to get through to Aegon when he was drunk, you had witnessed it first hand. He became awfully cruel, not sparing anyone that got in his way in his tantrum. Even though you could normally get through to him in most situations, when he had a drink or other substances, there was no getting through to him. The only person he ever listened to was his mother, even throwing her an icy glare as she told him to go to bed.

Why would he come here in such a state?

His hand twisted in your hair, yanking your face to look at his. Not even pulling away when you yelped at him, instead only saying, "I asked you a question."

"Seriously, Aegon you're hurting me," you pleaded, hissing at the sensation of burning from his grip. "Aegon, please."

"I asked you a fucking question," his voice was louder, more demanding and quite honestly it was scaring you.

"No," you blurted out, gazing up at him now. "That's not why I want us to talk."

"Want to call me pathetic again?" he sneered, his whole body tensing on top of you.

There was a coldness in his eyes, a hollowness as if he wasn't truly staring at you. As if to him, you weren't even truly there.

You were taken back by his words and the stinging from your head wasn't making it any better. You could feel your eyes begin to water, tearing up at the realisation that you weren't going to escape whatever was about to happen.

"You're hurting me," you whimpered, a tear sliding down your face. "Please, Aegon."

"I'm hurting you," he bitterly chuckled, grinning with his teeth down at you. "I'm hurting you."

"What do you want me to say?" You let out in a chocked sob unable to keep it together any longer. "What?"

"That you love me like I love you," he hissed, hand getting tighter in your hair. "Not to throw everything we have away just because your brother found out."

"It was more than that and I was angry."

"I needed you," his tone became more high pitched as if he was about to break down and from the look of his glassy eyes, you thought he might. "What about me?"

His grip finally loosened on your hair and you instantly sat up, backing up away from him. Your breathing was so uneven as you tried calm yourself down but knowing how close he was made it hard.

"My dad died and you left me."

"What about you?" Your lips trembled as you looked over at him, the words making your stomach churn. "This whole relationship has been about you. I've done everything you wanted and all you have done is taken."

"You make it seem so one sided as if you don't get anything from it as if I have never done anything for you."

"Tell me something you've done for me. Tell me one thing."

Aegon was taken a back, opening his mouth to speak while you waited. After a few minutes he finally spoke, "I make you happy, don't I?"

"That isn't something you've done for me. That's just how you make me feel."

He shook his head, rolling his eyes as he looked away from you.

"But me I could name hundreds of things that I have done for you. I'd make you breakfast in bed when you didn't feel like eating with your parents. I'd take the blame for you when you did something awful, happy to be shouted as long as your father didn't hit you. I'd always comfort you when he was particularly cruel, even letting you use me when I didn't feel comfortable with it..."

You words were coming out shaky, tears streaming down your face. Not once did he turn to look at you, only staring at the ground.

"I let you take advantage of my vulnerability and my naive nature again and again because I loved you. Because I wanted to do anything to make sure you were happy."

Aegon didn't speak for a few moments after that, the words ringing in his ear. For that time you thought you broke through to him, hoping that if you had he would comfort you instead of being cruel.

"Took advantage of you," he was chuckling again, a nasty coolness to his tone as he pondered that thought. "Well I don't think you'd mind if I took advantage of you again."

Within a second he had you yanked down the bed, throwing himself on top of you as he shoved his lips on yours. At first shock filled you, making it easy for him to cage you in with his body weight pressed against you. Your head twisted round, his lips now on your cheek as you caught your breath.

His hands were everywhere, groping your skin underneath your robe making you shudder at the sensation. As his lips found your neck, you realised what was going on as your hands moved to push him away.

"Get off me," you pleaded, hands shoving him away. When you realised he wouldn't move, your hands went to his face, nails scraping at his skin as you tried to push him off. "Aegon, get off of me."

"Fuck," he hissed, backing off of you completely. He got off the bed, stomping towards the door before his eyes landed on something.

You stared up at the ceiling, not wanting to look at him.

"You do still love me," Aegon whispered to himself, holding the framed picture of the pair of you in his hand.

You didn't hear what he said, your own sobs being the only noise you could hear.

"I'm sorry," Aegon told you as he turned back around, climbing over your frame. "I'm so sorry."

You were paralysed from sadness and shock, not even budging when you felt his body press on top of yours. His hands were touching your stomach, his lips pecking at your wet cheeks and you weren't sure what he was doing until he did it.

Your robe became loose, only realising when the cool air touched your mid drift. Aegon's hands shoved yours above your head working quickly as he tied them together.

"What are you doing?" You asked, voice not as shaky as it was. When you went to move your hands, you couldn't and you realised he had tied them to the bed. "Aegon, no."

"I'm sorry," was all he repeated, stripping his clothes off from above you.

You closed your eyes, pleading to yourself for him to stop.

"You just need a reminder that you're mine," he told you, lips pressing to your skin. His hands slid up and down your sides, caressing you gently at first. "That you don't just get to leave me."

You felt betrayed as your body became slack, not even fighting against him anymore. You also felt betrayed by him, wanting to curse at him for being so horrible to you.

He rubbed himself against you, shoving your legs further open as you felt how hard he was against your folds. He pushed himself down after realising you were only slightly wet, pressing his tongue against you.

You hissed as a cool sensation hit your pussy, a wad of spit dropping down your folds to your hole. You could see Aegon watch it, mesmerised by the image.

"You pushed me to do this," he told you, hovering over you once again. "You have to understand that."

You gasped as he forced himself into your walls, biting down on your bottom lip at the pain.

Once he pushed himself all the way in, he stopped, resting his forehead against yours. He peppered your face in kisses, muttering soft apologies when he finally moved his hips again.

You could yourself clenching around him, your body accepting him as if this was right. And eventually your whimpers turned into moans that you fought against, only encouraging to keep going until he had you right where he wanted.

At that moment your mind contemplated who you hated more, yourself or him.

It was you. Because you knew even after he would be done with you tonight, even after the way he had treated you, you would still love him. Still need him like you always did.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon targaryen smut #aegon targaryen imagine #Aegon ii fic #aegon x you #aegon targaryen ii x you

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mysticaldeanvoidhorse · 2 months

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Together Always

Gally x Reader

The Maze Runner

Part 2

You had been there a week, and had spent a few days at each job trying to figure out what you would do. Today was the day you would be working with the builders. You couldn’t help but be nervous, not knowing if you were any good at it but mostly hoping you would be able to impress Gally, or at least not embarrass yourself in front of him. You had found that you wanted to impress him more than the others and though it was early, you knew you were having feelings for this particular Keeper. You knew that wasn’t a good thing, knowing it wasn’t a good idea to have feelings for any of the boys but especially this one; mainly because you knew he would never feel the same. He was so closed off and hardly seemed to notice you even existed. However that would change since he would be overseeing you today.

At breakfast, you went to sit next to Newt, who quickly became your closest friend. You realized everyone liked him and you weren’t surprised at all.

“Hey Newt,” You greeted, sitting down across from him.

“Hey Y/N, ready to try out a new task?” He asked.

“Not really, I feel like I will somehow mess up” You laughed, trying to hide your nerves. The truth was you weren't nervous about any other task, knowing if it wasn’t a fit you would find something else. This particular task had more at stake.

“You’ll be fine, besides Gally won’t let you do anything too stupid. He is pretty good at making sure everyone stays safe.” As if appearing out of nowhere, Gally had just shown up.

“Talking about me, Newt?” You quickly turned to see him standing next to you.

“Yep, just reassuring your mentee that you won’t let her screw up too badly.” You shot him a bored look.

“Nah, I’ll make sure she doesn’t hurt anyone. Mostly worried she will hurt herself.” You couldn’t tell if he was completely joking or not.

“Hey, I am not that bad!” You faked being hurt.

“Guess we will see.” Gally smirked at you. His intense stare still had you weak in the knees and you were glad you were sitting down already.

“Guess you will have to keep a close eye on her.” Newt said, though you were too busy to see him and Minho exchange a knowing look.

“I guess so.” Gally said, not breaking eye contact.

After breakfast Gally had brought you to the worksite that was surprisingly farther away from the main area than you had expected.

“We will start with something small. Do you know how to use a hammer?”

“Honestly, I don’t remember ever using one, but I think I have the main idea.” You wanted to be honest, but also didn’t want to look dumb.

“Cool, well, take this nail, and hammer these two boards together.” You grabbed the hammer.

“Are you going to watch me do it?” You asked, when he folded his arms and stared at you.

“Yes.” Was all he replied. You just rolled your eyes and did as he asked.

“How did I do, boss?” You said sarcastically, knowing you had done a decent job. Afterall, it wasn’t rocket science.

“Just making sure you’re competent.” He said, grabbing the hammer from you.

“Wow, with compliments like that you might make a girl swoon.” You joked. He just stared blankly at you. “Geeze, tough crowd.” You said lightheartedly.

“Follow me, we will work on something a little harder.”

“Sounds good.” You said, following him. You wanted to be his friend at the very least and you could tell you weren't off to a great start. You would just stick to talking only when necessary.

The rest of the morning went well, and you were proud of what you were able to do. Lunchtime came and you walked over with the rest of the builders, minus Gally. He continued to finish what he was working on. You admired his work ethic.

“How did the morning go?” Newt asked once he sat next to you.

“Not too bad, I haven’t created any major calamities yet.” You joked and he laughed.

“I don’t think Gally likes me that much though.” You confessed and he looked at you surprised.

“Why do you say that?”

“I think I am a nice person” You started.

“Obviously.”

“But I don’t think my jokes or efforts to reach out are well received.” Newt seemed to think about that.

“Why do you think that?”

“Well he just seems like he tolerates me at best, and seems like he can’t get away from me fast enough. So I just decided to not talk so much. Just do what I am told.”

“I think he just doesn’t know what to say. He has always been a little awkward like that, but especially with a girl around his whole personality changes. He isn’t a bad guy he just is rough around the edges and you are trying to break those walls down.. I don't think he knows what to do with that.” You thought about that.

“I guess that makes sense. I just don’t want him to not like me.”

“And why is that?” He gave you a knowing look.

“What do you mean by that?” You asked a little too defensively.

“It just seems like you are trying hard to be on his good side.”

“Well of course. He is my boss for the day so I want to make a good impression.” You reasoned.

“Well I don’t think that is your problem.”

“Then what is?” Before he could reply, you saw Gally walking up to the food line, subconsciously grabbing his shirt to wipe his face. You were not upset by the glimpse of his abs he granted you with the action.

“You okay Y/N? Looks like you got a little drool there.” Minho teased you. You turned red.

“Shut up Minho.”

“Oh someone is a little defensive,” he joked.

“It’s just because you didn’t give me the same show, so I had to look elsewhere.” You joked.

“I know you are in love with me, I am sorry I am driving you into the arms of another man.” He faked seriousness. You gagged causing Newt to laugh.

“Aren’t you supposed to be in the maze?” You asked.

“Yes, but Alby needed something today so I am here, lucky you.”

“You’re a runner right?” He nodded. “So run along then.” You rolled your eyes.

“Sounds like you are annoying our Greenie here.” Gally said behind you. Shuck this boy was more stealthy than you would like.

“Nah, she can’t get enough of me.” Minho joked.

“Not convincing.” Gally said, sitting next to you. You were not upset that he had taken to sitting next to you since you arrived. At least that was what you let yourself think since you couldn’t be sure he didn’t always sit here before you arrived.

“More like I get too much of this guy.” You said to Gally. He smirked.

“Ouch, that really hurts. And you just said you were in love with me.”

“When did I ever say that?” You deadpanned.

“Well, when you were ogling Gally, you said it was only because - ouch!” Newt hit him. Your eyes went wide. Gally turned to you.

“What is he talking about?” A look of amusement on his face.

“Do I ever know what he is saying?” You played off, not able to keep looking at him.

“That’s true.” He said, not entirely convinced.

“Minho just saw you with your shirt lifted and tried to play it off as me looking and not the fact that he was checking you out himself.” You joked.

“Well that makes more sense. I knew Minho had less than honorable intentions towards me.” You stopped and looked at him.

“Was that a joke? Did I actually hear your joke?” He gave a sheepish smile.

“I guess so.”

“Well I am glad that you are finally able to joke around me. I thought I was annoying you with my sense of humor.” You said half seriously. He leaned over slightly.

“Not at all, I enjoy it actually. I just don’t always know how to respond. No one is as happy and lighthearted as you, it is something to get used to.” You just looked at him. “I don’t mean that as a bad thing” He said quickly. “I just am not a funny guy, not like Minho or even Newt.” He said the last part a little bit harsher.

“You don’t have to be. Then you wouldn’t be Gally.” You smiled at him and he smiled back. “Besides, I am just glad that I haven’t freaked you out.”

“Did you think you had?” He asked.

“Well, kinda. I mean, whenever I joke around, you just look at me like I have grown two heads so I thought you figured I was crazy.” You played with the food on your plate, hoping to hide your nerves.

“There’s something different about you.”

“Well I am not a guy, there’s that.” He rolled his eyes.

“Obviously. Besides that. You are so refreshing around here. You are a light in the dark…” He trailed off.

“You think so?” You prodded, softly.

“You’re pretty great, Y/N.” You took a moment to stare into his eyes. He was so beautiful it hurt.

“But that can’t be a shock, everyone here likes you a lot. A little too much” He slightly frowned at the last part.

“I’m just glad you like me.” He looked at you, trying to find a lie but he didn't and wouldn’t.

“Yea- yeah. You’re a good friend.” He smiled and backed away slightly. You tried to not be hurt. You should just be glad at how much he opened up to you just now. He may never feel the same, but at least you knew he didn’t hate you. Progress.

After lunch you went back to work, and you ended up helping some other builders while Gally got called away. You found that though you weren’t incredibly strong, having smaller hands and being able to fit into tighter spaces helped in more ways than you thought. However, that got you into more dangerous scenarios, like the one you found yourself in. There was an old building that needed a plank fixed and there weren’t any ladders nearby. So to help you were ‘volun-told’ to get up onto a 2x4 and reach awkwardly to try and fix the beam. As long as you didn’t overreach you would be fine. You wanted to help and show them that you could do whatever they could, if not more since you were the only one small enough to reach. You took a deep breath and climbed up. It wasn’t incredibly high, but if you fell, it would hurt. You managed to stay focused, asking for the tools you would need from one of the boys behind you. You were almost finished when you heard it.

“What the shuck is going on here?” Uh oh. Gally.

“She could fit, it needed to be fixed.”

“Not that way! No one should be up there like that, especially her!” You quickly finished and handed the tools back to whoever would quickly take them. Gally came up under you.

“What are you doing?” He half yelled.

“Trying to fix this beam.” You told him as calmly as you could.

“Why are you on a flimsy board and not a ladder? That shuck thing won’t hold you. Get. Down. Now!” He sounded panicked.

“It’s okay Gally, I am finished, I am getting down now.” You tried to tell him reassuringly, but because you were distracted your foot got caught and you slipped. You managed to stay right side up, holding onto the board. Shuck it, the only way down was to let go. So you did. You expected it to hurt, but you landed in some strong arms. Looking up you saw it was Gally. You couldn’t appreciate being in his arms because his face was fuming. If steam could come out of his ears it would.

“Are you shucking kidding me?” He wasn’t really asking.

“Gally, I am sorry but I thought I could fix it quickly.”

“I don’t need to hear excuses. You should never have been up there in the first place. On a flimsy board, not even tied down, no ladder. What were you thinking?”

“I fixed it, I am okay, I-” But he cut you off.

“You weren’t thinking. Use that shuck head of yours, you could have gotten yourself killed!”

“I wouldn’t have died, Gally. At worst, a broken arm or something, but that didn’t happen.” You tried to remain calm but your patience was wearing thin.

“That’s because I caught you. You need to think! You are smarter than that.” He said the last part no longer yelling. It was at this moment you both realized that he was still holding you tightly. He slightly released his grip but not enough to let you move away. “Are you hurt?” He asked.

“No. And the beam is fixed.” He didn’t say anything, just kept looking at you with those beautiful eyes. After a second, “Everything is fine. The beam is fine, I am fine. You are fine, right?” You asked after a second, putting your hand on his chest. His heart was beating fast still, but he had calmed down slightly.

“You’re asking if I am alright? After you fell?” He asked incredulously. You just shrugged.

“I could have hurt you, and you seemed pretty upset. Just checking you are okay too.” He couldn’t seem to process that. He just nodded once. “Okay, well I am going to let you calm down and put away my stuff.” You pushed him back slightly and he held onto you for a second before releasing you. It was quitting time and you wanted to be anywhere but there. You didn’t know what just happened, but you didn't like being yelled at by Gally, especially in front of everyone after doing him a favor.

After you walked away, Gally knew he messed up. He was really concerned and he didn’t know where these feelings came from. And it scared him. But what scared him most was the idea that you could have gotten hurt. And it would have been his fault, on his watch. And he would never forgive himself for that. But he yelled at you and he hated himself for it. His feelings for you were intense and they scared him. He just hoped he hadn’t scared you away.

#the maze runner #the scorch trials #the death cure #tmr gally #TMR #TMR fanfiction #gally maze runner #gally x y/n #gally x you #gally x reader #gally imagine #together always

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angelskills · 8 months

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Toji x F!reader

warning : angst, p/wp, 18+, smut, virgin/sensitive reader

meanings: Y/N : your name, E/C : eye color

authors: me & my bff

trigger warning: abuse, breakdown, fights

note: this is my first fan-fiction, so please let me know what I should change or work on. Please be honest.

PART 1 (scroll down for smut with the header 18+)

You wanted to feel something again. Other than sadness, disgust, anger. You never knew how to deal with your emotions. Nor how to express them.

Your family was nothing but emotional damage to you. You are the oldest, with a younger brother. Parents who always argue with each other, and you being left with your younger brother to comfort.

You had to take care of your family alone. Cook, clean, serve. You name it. But one thing, you were perfect. Your personality, your loyalty, your looks. Same thing over and over.

Little did you know it would only bring you misfortune.

Your family was struggling financially. And with you being the most perfect human being, they had decided to sell you off to the Kamo clan.

“Y/N, you gotta understand. We need money and-" your mom says.

"Is that a fucking excuse, mother?" you interrupt.

Those memories flash back to you as you run away from the clan, remembering the trauma they left you. You hated them. They treated you like a dog. Slapping you whenever you got the slightest thing wrong. Threatening to leave you in the streets. You barely felt happiness. But, your friend, Yumi. She worked as a maid with you but as the idea of running away came out of your mouth, she immediately refused. Not giving into the risks of getting caught. You had tried convincing but she had said her farewell. You were starved if you did not behave. Even if you behaved and somehow bothered somebody, they would do unspeakable things. But, there was always this guy who would stand out. He used weapons, which you are not supposed to use if you are a sorcerer. Well, you had always thought he was one.

You run and run and run. Of course, barefoot. You can't run with zoris (shoes worn with a kimono). Leaving scars, and cuts on your foot. Tripping about a 100 times. You were glad that you managed to get out. But, what now? You had tripped again, bruising your knee unable to get up. You felt dizzy, the trauma, leaving your friend behind, starvation. Your tears fell on the ground. Crying for a little luck.

At the end, you passed out.

You wake up on a queen-sized bed. Holy shit, it was so comfortable and soft. Who knows when you last slept on an actual bed, let alone a queen-sized bed.

But wait hold on, who's house is this? Where are you? You had tried to get up but your knees hold you back. Damn, you were hurt bad. On top of that, you felt dizzy, you had a cold too?! Maybe running away while it was raining wasn't really a good idea. Anyways, a man walks in the room. God damn, he was attractive. Huge, and muscles. And obviously, tall. He had a scar beside his lips. Wearing a robe and wet hair. Wait a minute.

"TOJI ZEN'IN?!" you yell, scared as fuck. You thought he was basically going to kill you. He looks at you funny. You were glaring at him, backing up with your blanket about to cry.

"It's Fushiguro now, are you dumb?" he said, walking up to you.

"Why am I here?!" you asked, absolutely creeped out by Toji.

"Uh.. maybe because you were on the ground? Passed out? I can always just throw you out in the streets, you know?"

Your eyes widen and sudden memories of the threats the Kamo clan left you with started poping up in your mind. Not to mention they had actually done that to you.

His phone starts ringing, "Wait, gotta take this." he said attempting to walk away. Your hands squeezed his robe not letting him go, "I'm sorry." you said as tears started flooding your eyes. Rubbing your head, he walked away. After he exited the room, you got so embarrassed because you had such an unnecessary reaction. You got up carefully and walked out of the room. You saw Toji on the balcony talking some nonsense. The apartment was clean. But luxurious.

Toji walked up to you, "Wtf was that about?"

"I don't know. Your apartment is so pretty though." You said. Trying not to bust out crying and beg for help. You wanted to open up, but you didn't want pity.

"Okay, enough chitchatting. You need to go." He said.

"I have nowhere to go. Plus." You spread your arms trying to hint at your dirty clothes.

"What? You want a hug or somethin'?" He said, trying to hold in a laugh.

"Ugh, no! I'm talking about my clothes" You yelled.

He finally understood you and gave you a T-shirt and grey sweatpants, which, of course, was really baggy. At least, it was comfy tho!

"Do you have a bathroom?" You asked.

"No, I piss in the bushes." He said angrily.

You got mad at him. He pointed you to the bathroom. You struggled to walk but made it just fine. After you showered and changed, you saw Toji eating in front of the TV. Holy shit, this is really the modern world.

You sat beside him, "So... what do you do for a living?"

He looks at you up and down, "Get rid of people like you."

You looked at him mortified but also in confusion, "What is that supposed to mean?"

"Never mind."

You were still confused. What does he mean by "People like you"?

Toji's phone started ringing, "I have to go now, you can leave or stay. I don't care." He got up to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Nunya"

"What's Nunya?"

"Nunya business" he said leaving the apartment.

Of course, you were mad. But, you knew you had to get out of here. You started looking around the rooms to gather stuff you will need. You took a bag and stuffed food, water, clothes and came across a safe. You knew what you had to do. You looked around the room the safe was in and luckily found a screwdriver. You started unscrewing the hinges. Holy shit, that man was rich. You thought to yourself in shock, "What the hell does he do for a living to have this much cash lying around?" You took about ¥1.5 million. Your leg was still hurting but you had to go. You left the apartment and you were looking for directions to a nearby hotel. You asked some local people for directions.

You got to the hotel. And you were just planning on staying there until you have somewhere to stay. It was nighttime already and you were tired. You went to your room 101 and damn, it looks so luxurious. Well, this is what ¥4,500 gets you. You jumped on your bed, feeling the pain in your back slowly drift away. You were tired. But, at least you have some money to get you going for now. As you were just about to fall asleep, you heard noises from next door. Damn, they were loud. They were having a bit TOO much fun. You were fed up with it and knocked on the door of the room next to yours. A girl opened the door after a while, "What do you need?", having a blanket covering.

"Nothing but uh can you guys be more quiet. I can hear you from next door-" You got interrupted. You saw Toji show up behind the girl as he was putting on his shirt, "What's going o-"

He saw you. Your heart dropped to your stomach but you were also in shock.

"One second, I'll be right back." He said to the girl as he left the room. You attempted to back up to your room and close the door on him. You turned around and suddenly heard him push the door open. He grabbed your arm to make you face him, "What the fuck are you doing here?" He was mad. "I left, duh. I should be asking you that" you replied, looking at him directly into the eyes. "Why do you have all my stuff? On top of that, my clothes?! Wait a minute, how did you even pay for this hotel room?" You looked down, scared of what he might do. He noticed the bag of money on your bed, "Okay, I'll be taking this" as he grabbed the bag from the bed and tried to walk out. You attempted to catch up to him, "Wait wait, I don't want any trouble" You tried to grab his arm. He then swiftly grabbed both your wrists at once and pushed you against the wall, pulling his head closer to yours. Your heart was beating so fast that you might have actually passed out. "Don't mess with my shit." He looked into your eyes. You felt like he was controlling you with his eyes. "I'll be taking my money now, I expect you to return all of my things tomorrow things. If you don't show up, I'll find you." He left the room and you dropped immediately to the floor. What's going on? You were in shock but you weren't complaining either. But you hated to admit you couldn't help but feel yourself blushing a little.

You went to bed trying so hard not to think about him. But more than that, you were worried about the money. You didn't know where to go and staying in his apartment would just be weird and awkward. Even if you wanted to run away, you wouldn't have anything. You thought to yourself, maybe going back to Toji's place and try to convince him to help you out a little bit.

The next morning, you got up but left Toji's stuff in the hotel room. You went back to Toji's place and knocked on his door.

"Where's my stuff?" he said.

"Okay, Toji listen. I'm in a very difficult place right now and you seem to have a lot of money and I know you can spare a little bit. Especially since you helped me that one night." you begged him, "Please, I just need help right now."

You were the type of person who never asked for help, but this time you actually needed it.

He stared at you with a blank expression. "Please..."

"And what will I get in return for doing all of this for you?"

"What? Why do I need to do anything?" You said, in confusin.

"Alright then, you can leave." he said as he was about to close the door on you.

"WAIT I can... be a really good maid! I swear, I'm really good at cooking, cleaning, laundry, anything!! You name it!!"

"Anything?" He said, kneeling a bit down to get closer to your face, smirking.

"Yeah anything... as long as it pays." You jump in surprise.

A while later...

You didn't know how it got to this point. From Toji saving you to begging him for help to you squirming on his lap with your pussy spread by his two thick, long fingers. Oh, he loved to torture tf out of you. His fingers hit your sweet spot every single time, making you whimper. You wanted more. No, you needed it. Hiding your face in his neck trying to quiet down.

"Damn, you're sensitive." he whispered in your ears.

He slid in one more finger, making you moan in pain but also pleasure. You were dripping. The slick sounds that were made by Toji as he kept abusing your cunt. Hugging, gripping onto his neck, scratching, almost bruising it from the pleasure. "Hngh- T-toji- please." Meanwhile, he had his face buried between your tits. Sucking and kissing your nipples. Not being able to take it, you came all over his fingers

With the other hand, Toji pushed his underwear off and tossed it to the other side. You were surprised, just seeing his cock made your pussy clench around his fingers. He took his fingers out and slid It in your mouth, making you suck his fingers, "Good girl." As you were distracted, he swiped his head between your swollen lips. You yelped in pain, your sloppy hole clenched around his cock, "W-wait, i-i don't think- aanghh! it'll f-fit"

"It will." He groaned, grabbing you by your waist and pulling you down onto his cock as he laid back. At this point, you were a mess. You were drooling, moaning your life out, only being able to scream Toji's name. You were that sensitive.

"T-toji! Hngh- aahh!! p-please more!!" You moaned, but it seemed like Toji was struggling too. You clenched so well around him, so tight and he absolutely loved it, “H-holy shit, fuckfuckfuck.” You couldn't take it anymore, it was so much. Being fucked by Toji Zen'in? Damn, you were lucky. You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss. Pulling out from the kiss to catch your breath.

You felt your orgasm coming again, being sensitive still from the last time. Toji chose not to be cruel this time and abuse your cunt even more.

Your hands clenched on his chest. Your legs were shaking but you loved it.

Next Morning...

You woke up on Toji's bed, your back hurting from last night. But, Toji had already left the apartment. Toji had told you before that there were bandages in the closet for your feet. After you put bandages on your feet, you noticed that you guys are out of milk and eggs so you decided to go out for groceries.

You left the apartment and started to walk, you saw Toji and his eyes swidened at you, "Y/N, go back to the apartment, Wtf are you doing??"

"I'm getting groceries. Cuz your fridge is empty. Unless you want to starve." You spit out.

"I don't give a fuck, Y/N." He said, "I'll starve, just go back."

"Too bad, I don't want to starve and you can't control me." You said, about to walk away.

He grabbed you by your wrist, "Well last I heard you’re my maid and I’m the one paying you so maybe just do what I ask you" and pushes you into the alley way aggressively. Pinning you onto the wall as he covered your mouth with his palm, "Don't speak."

You peeked your head a little bit, fighting against Toji's palm(you had to put in A LOT of effort) and recognizing one of the Kamo Clan's guards. You immediately pushed your head back on the wall, in a state of panic. You were scared that you would get dragged back to the clan, as tears flooded your eyes.

Toji put his hands firmly on your waist, pulling you closer to him. But, at this point, you were crying quietly. He wiped your tears, "Stop crying..." He felt awkward. You tried not to burst out crying even more, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Toji looked out to see if there were any guards, "Okay, let's go back to the apartment" he said as he grabbed your arm.

You got back and he made you sit on the couch. He offered you water and made you some fish cakes, "Are you okay now?"

He sat next to you. You struggled to speak, "Why are you being nice to me all of a sudden?"

"I dunno... I felt bad." He said as his mouth was filled with the food, "Do you want some space?"

You nodded and he led you to his room, and he sat in front of the TV, watching his favorite drama.

After a while, he knocked on the door, "You good now?" as he opened the door, "Yeah, I'm fine now.. thank you" You smiled lightly. You attempted to get up but from last night and the cuts on your feet, you tripped, falling on Toji's chest. He caught you but it's like yours and his eyes were locked. You grabbed him by his neck to pull him into a kiss. He picked you up as your legs wrapped around his waist. Passionately giving him kisses.

As he had you against the wall, he started taking your panties off, putting your leg on his shoulder. He slid in two of his fingers in your hole at once stretching you out, making you yelp in pleasure. You tried your best to hold in your moans, clinging onto his neck and legit scratching it as he abused your sweet spot.

"We went through this last night, Y/N." He groaned.

Hearing him say your name made your pussy clench around his fingers even more, bringing you close to your orgasm. "T-toji- I'm c-close"

Well, this time, he decided to be cruel!

As you were so so so close, he pulled out his fingers, not letting you feel the satisfaction. You whined at the loss of his fingers, "Not yet."

He took off his underwear and threw it somewhere, who cares? "to-o oh,! fast!" You whimpered in the sudden spark of pain and pleasure. You felt his cock entering your hole as he grabbed your waist to push you down, "C'mon, you can take this, like you did last night." He wasn't even fully in and your pussy was already dripping. He moved his hands on the sensitive part of your cunt, already learning your body. He pushed his cock further in, "T-toji- hngh- can't take it when you go too fast-"

"Isn't this what you want?" He smirked at you, rubbing his hands on your cunt, coating his hands with your juice. He started rubbing his cock at the sponge area in your pussy, making him groan, "aah- fuck.."

"Oh- ah- fuck toji! i'm g-gonna cum- i-it feels s-so damn good- aah"

Your pussy clenched around his cock so well, making him groan. He pulled you into a kiss as you coated his cock with your orgasm.

#jjk #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji smut #toji x you #fushiguro toji #jujutsu kaisen #jujustu kaisen #jjk toji #smut

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rule0fwolves · 1 year

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100 rp sentence starters/dialogue prompts straight out of fanfictions I've written.

{feel free to change pronouns and wording as you need or see fit!}

ALSO DONT SAY ANYTHING ABOUT HOW RANDOM OR CHEESY THESE ARE I DONT WANNA HEAR IT

also also, a few of them are from WIPS that I have yet to unleash onto this hellsite or the other lame ones.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew how they felt. You were just stringing them on, right? You weren’t serious.”

“Woah, what’s up with you? You look pissed.”

“You did the right thing.”

“Worst of all, I miss you; the only one who deserves to be missed. You’re the only one who’s actually good for me.”

“You’re acting really distant for no reason. Well, maybe there is a reason, but how the hell would I know that if you don’t tell me?”

“I like you. More than a friend. I’m sorry I had to tell you like this.”

“What are you looking at me like that for?”

“You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But no amount of whining will make me tell you.”

“I better be the only man in your life. You’ll never find anyone as great as me, I promise.”

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll always be my number one”

“It’s gotten dark. Here, let me walk you home.”

“Duh? I, A, have found a movie that I think you, B, would like so I, A, am asking you, B, to see a movie with me.”

“Omg yes! I can’t wait to actually meet you! I want to go everywhere with you.”

“You can think about work later, okay? Let’s run away.”

“You remember our secret paradise, don’t you?”

“You need to take better care of yourself, bub. Whenever you need me, I’m here. I’ll help you.”

“Yeah. I remember you crying like a big baby when ___ called you average.”

“I am manifesting that ___ doesn’t actually like me and is actually confessing something else.”

“I’m gonna need at least 3 years before I can come back from that shit.”

“What kind of damage have you done you dumbass!!”

“SHE DOESN’T KNOW ANYTHING I SWEAR ON MY MAMA”

“THIS WOULDN’T BE A PROBLEM IF YOU WEREN’T A PUSSY AND YOU JUST CONFESS ALREADY!!”

“___ told me to say “mind ur business <3””

“Sorry, my lips are (forcibly) sealed.”

“Count your days, ___. Sleep with one eye open from now on.”

“You are so jealous it is so funny”

“I’M TELLING ___ YOU WANNA HAVE AN AFFAIR”

“I’m happy for you! I know you were pretty upset, so I’m glad things worked out.”

“Sorry about that. I panicked. Thanks for helping me out.”

"I don't really feel like working on the project today."

"Let's just hang out. Tell me more about yourself. You haven't told me much."

"Oh my god I've thought about this so many times, you have no idea.”

“Hey, pretty. Do you have a pen?”

“You should stay home. Rest a little. I’ll have fun for you.”

“Awww, you’re so eager.”

“I don’t want to stay just friends…. I like you too much.”

“Just lean on me. I won’t let you go.”

“Live for me.”

“I forgot to bring some clothes with me last night, and I thought you wouldn’t mind if I wore something of yours…”

“We’re done, _____. I’ve seen enough. I knew this was happening but I chose to ignore it. I chose to have faith in you and this is how you repay me? I guess I made the wrong choice. Thanks for nothing, asshole.”

“Of course you would, anything for just a kiss,”

“Go, go! I don’t want you to get in trouble for me.”

“Thanks. I don’t know what I’d do without you and your layers,”

“Well if it turns out you rejected me, then I wouldn’t have to see your stupid face again afterwards and I wouldn’t have to feel awkward about it.”

“Say it again! Say you like me!”

“I’ll kill her if you want me to. No one hurts my ____.” (joking)

“Says you, Mr. Five Foot Nine Inches!!” (can go for any height under 5’11” or 180cm)

“It’s dark out there and you never know what could happen.”

“Thanks for coming over. I feel a lot better.”

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, it was just a joke.”

“____! Let me go! You smell, go shower!”

“It’s been a month already, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.”

“I couldn’t find an umbrella… And I didn’t know it would be raining that hard. It was only sprinkling when I left”

“Oh my god thank goodness it’s you. My friends ditched me.”

“What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!”

“I like the way she looks at me. And I like how she always cares about me. And the way her eyebrows furrow together whenever she’s confused and the ways her eyes sparkle when she’s amazed by something. And of course I love her attention.”

“Don’t get rid of your feelings for me. Don’t forget me. Don’t like anyone else.”

“Hey, instead of sleeping on the couch, could you sleep with me? I’m sure it would be much more comfortable and better for your back.”

“How’s it going my little emo buddy?”

“Not exactly stalking… Just… Watching. I don’t want you to get hurt. That guy is just a player. I can give you everything you need.”

“You really hate love, don’t you?”

“You’re such a great friend. What did I do to deserve you?”

“If you ever show your face near me or my friends spewing bullshit, I’ll make sure you can never walk again.”

“I won’t stop you. You’re not mine anymore.”

“I just think… I need some space. We should… Take a break.”

“I’m so sorry, ____. I’m sorry I pushed you away. I’m sorry for being so selfish. I’m just… I’m just so scared, (nickname).”

“(full name), I’m in love with you. And that scares the shit out of me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to hurt you more than I already have.”

“I’ve liked you since day one, ____. You can hurt me all you want.”

“Let’s keep it that way. I don’t want you dating until you’re 30.”

“What are your intentions with ____?”

“I’ll burn you alive if you even think about doing something to ____,”

“Everyone be nice to her or else you’ll be eating wood chips for breakfast, lunch, and dinner”

“Be more careful next time. Your friends would have my head if I let you get hurt,”

“Don’t you get lonely?”

“ You really look the opposite of okay.”

“You’re upset over a 97 percent?”

“ I’m just so disappointed in myself.”

“You can uh… Pay me back later if you really feel that bad about it.”

“You were glowing.”

“It’s what you’re thinking though, right? Why bother with the fake kindness, hm?”

“Do you want to watch a movie? I have Netflix.”

“I’ve only ever skated once and I was terrible at it.”

“Alright, we can take it slow. I won’t let go of you until you feel confident in yourself. Okay?”

“Where did you get that information?”

“I am going to murder that motherfucker.”

“Babe, come on. Your feelings are totally valid. He gave you mixed signals. Even if it was fake, you have a right to feel upset.”

“Who is ____ and why are you out for his blood?”

“I’m so sorry. I tried so hard to get over him, I did. I wanted to like you back, but I can’t. I’m still so helplessly in love with ____.”

“Please don’t force yourself to like me. You can’t help who you love.”

“Have a good nap. But before you do, there’s a… present.... in your room.”

“We need to talk. I’m serious this time. Please just listen.”

“I know the relationship was fake, but I swear to you, my feelings are not.”

“I am just about as in love with you as you are with me.”

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before you.”

“Let’s start over. For real this time.”

“Your brother is terrifying.”

“He’s been hanging out with ___ too much, the stupid is rubbing off on him.”

“You… You want me to choose…?”

“I’m not the ordinary monster that lives in your closet or under your bed. I’m way fucking worse.”

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catnipaddictt · 27 days

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From eden

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series masterlist ⭑ co-creator @memoiich

Obi wan woke up on his couch, Boga snuggled into his side. He looked towards the loud ringing noise that was coming from his kitchen counter. He remembered the last time his phone had rung, hopefully this time they could talk. He moved carefully away from his spot next to Boga, she moved away to curl in the other direction .

Now that Obi Wan was standing, he ran towards the kitchen in hopes of catching his brother. He picked up without looking at the phone number.

“…” he didn't take note of what she was saying, all he heard was her voice. She sounded nicer than last time they spoke. Satine had done the unimaginable to him and yet when they fought, he begged her to stay. He remembered the venom in her eyes as she told him he wasn't good enough. His biggest fear had been confirmed .

And yet, he held no animosity towards her, he knew that he wasn’t.

“Obi wan“ he snapped out of it. “Sorry Satine, I am slightly out of it” he tried to keep his voice steady “its early in the morning“ he finished with a nervous laugh. “I simply wanted to warn you, it might not be my place but …that new secretary, she was on a date with Maul at Mandalore” Satine spoke as if she had all the answers to life .

Obi wan didn't know what to say, he did like y/n but they weren’t dating, Maker, they hadn’t even spoken outside of work. Also why did Satine care? She hadn’t contacted him in a year, only to call him to meddle in his sort of love life. He also already knew that they went on a date, a WORK date.

“I don’t think that’s any of your business, Satine” he bit back “unless of course…” he didn’t finish his sentence. He could have ended with a quip about her and maul or something like “are you jealous?” But his mind wasn’t made up when he got to the end of his sentence. He also didn’t know what to think. “it was a work date, they are working together on this project for Dathomir “

“A work date at Mandalore?” Satine questioned sharply “A work date without any papers and mood lighting? Of course Obi wan, how could it be a date?" Satine spits out. It wasn't the first rodeo for the salesman, he had been the 'negotiator' for years. But when it came to Satine, they fought as lions.

“Why do you care satine, we aren’t friends, we don’t even talk anymore“ he knew it wasn’t the smartest move. “I made one mistake, obi wan, you need to let go, i'm warning you now" she yelled back through the phone “That one mistake ruined almost 6 years, you just want to erase your guilt “ he caught himself raising his voice and stopped, breathing deeply and stated

“Satine, I don't want to do this anymore, ' he heard her voice hitch in her throat. “you can’t call me out of the blue just to force me to make decisions on things that don’t concern you” raged came from the other side of the phone “They were holding hands the entire time, he walked her back to her car. That wasn’t a work date that was a date. Are you going to just let it happen again obi wan?” She shouted at him .

All the work he had put in to rebuild his self confidence and image, crumbled before his eyes. “Satine, I don’t want to talk to you anymore, I need to leave in an hour. Im hanging up” and yet he let her answer.

“I-i understand that this isn't what you wanted to hear but i had to tell you, even if you don’t believe me, i never wanted to hurt you or see you be hurt” Satine said sincerely. “I will let you make your own mistakes” and with that she hung up.

And for the second time in 24 hours, he was left in his living room. Feeling even more stupid as before. And just like last time, the tears started to fall down his cheeks. But he got ready and left for work.

You were feeling well, ecstatic, when you woke up the day after your ‘date’ with Maul. You were glad things were working out for you at your new job, even if Maul was a bit harsh. ‘Personality’ is what you told yourself as you kicked the blankets off your legs and pushed yourself upwards. The cold air hit your body like a sledgehammer, and you stumbled into the bathroom to take a hot shower before work. You had actually gotten up on time today, and for the first time in your life you were looking forward to work. Maybe you could talk to Obi Wan about you and Maul’s new project, he might have a good idea on how to get it started.

After your shower, you slip on your work shirt and prepare yourself a piece of toast and a warm drink. The weather was getting colder and colder each day, and it didn’t help that this town got colder than your old home. You really should go out and buy some blankets and maybe a jacket or two - you added that to your mental to do list.

After your breakfast you put on your shoes before locking your apartment up and walking down the stairs to your stand-in car. Getting in and starting the engine you make your morning commute to the Paperforce building. Once you arrive after only one close call on the road, you hop out of your car and lock it before making your way to the entrance to the building. Suddenly you get the overwhelming feeling that your hand feels lighter than usual. Shit. You forgot your entire bag. Luckily your holo is in your pocket, and keys still hanging around your index finger.

Making your way inside the building still feeling embarrassed that you forgot your bag, you run into Obi wan and Qui gon. Qui gon smiles brightly at you and Obi Wan makes a sort of grimace? Weird. Entering the office complex, you make your way over to your desk only to find your new horned friend sitting at your chair. “Hello” he states, stopping his light swirling from side to side, “This is the first time you have been on time” he continues. You scowl playfully before holding up your empty hands “I forgot my bag though”. He looks as if he is about to smile but doesn’t. Secretly under that hard character he puts on, you know there is a decent guy. He shakes his head before motioning to the paper that had appeared on your desk.

“Just a few ideas” he says “the basics.” You pick up the paper with Mauls neat but somehow still messy handwriting. After a few moments of reading you nod. “I like this, if we ask for this much and give this in return we should all make profit, it's a win win” you say to him. You were impressed by his plan, it made sense while still allowing for a bit of wriggle room.

“I thought you would, you seem sensible” He replies with a wink before standing up and turning away to go back to his desk. He stops a few feet away and turns back around, “Spare work holos are in the room down the hall, 3rd door to the left”. And with that he is gone. You smile before going to look in the room he said, and yes, finding a box of spares. You could get used to this.

Birds chirped outside loudly as Palpatine sat at his office desk, flipping through a document and filling something unknown on his holo. One of the few useful things that brought him joy was methodical tasks. He was a man who enjoyed a strict regime, although he wasn't one to deny the thrill of randomness. Scratching the back of his head in thought, he takes a break to stare out the window of his office. From it he can see the yard of MustaCar as well as the few workers tinkering away.

These days, Palpatine strayed from the hands-on work, opting to do more admin than anything else. As he aged he had gotten less fine tuned in his craft. His back was hopeless from decades of bending over to look into engines, and his eyes were lacking their previous skill. However he was determined to continue his work at the garage. At least for now.

He watched as his best mechanic, Anakin Skywalker, fiddled with something on his personal project. Due to the time and effort the young man had put in over the years, he allowed him to use the garage’s resources to fix up that rust-bucket. He knew deep down that Anakin had the skill to bring it back to its former glory.

The older man surveyed the rest of his staff, less skilled, but still very capable. Compared to Anakin at least. The boy was Palpatine’s greatest accomplishment. He taught him everything he knew, turning him into the man he is today. However he would still be replaceable if it came down to that.

Moving back over to his desk, Palpatine sat down returning to the paperwork that lined his desk. He didn't actually have to do this all by himself, but he enjoyed knowing exactly what was happening when it came to his business.

MustaCar was his first great project. He started up the shop as a young man after people in the area suggested he started a mechanics business. They were already getting him to fix their cars, and know he had a source a stable income. For close to 40 years, MustaCar had been the most well received and rated garage in the city, but all good things must come to a end.

Now other businesses such as Sith Auto Dominion had grown and grown until they overtook his tiny little shop. And slowly but surely, they were getting less profit every single year. His worker's salaries were getting smaller and smaller each fortnight, he should feel bad, but he couldn't bring himself to. He had another project after all.

Right on time, his holo starts ringing and he picks it up. “Punctual as ever” he speaks clearly and with confidence. The call goes on for quite some time. Statistics and other pieces of data are thrown around, and he scribbles important notes down on a bit of scrap paper.

Once the call ends he gathers up his notes and stashes them in his briefcase to look over later. Now he has a new plan of attack. One that heavily relies on the help of one man alone. Anakin Skywalker.

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wrenwreads · 2 years

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Hi! Would you mind writing a request for me? It's a Peter Pevensie x best friend fem! reader where the reader gets injured during a battle and Peter starts ignoring her because he was so scared he would lose her. Then maybe you could add some fluff? Thank you!

battle wounds

sometimes, fear disguises love

pairing/s: peter pevensie x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of blood, scars, wounds, sharp object i.e. swords, almost loosing a loved one and... i think that's it

genre: some angst, some fluff — overall, happy ending

word count: 1.4k

a/n: as shown above, based on anon's request. MY FIRST REQUEST AS WELL AAAAAAAAAAAAA (i am actually so excited omg) i really really hope i've done your request justice 😭 this took me quite a while and it's not a personal fave but i defo still like it.

Y/N and Peter had been fighting side by side together.

Something he had admired about Y/N were her fighting skills, having the amazing talent of fighting a battle with two swords. But now, the same talent had his mind going turmoils. He knew his best friends had the capabilities to fight in battle — hell, she was even better than him at it. He just couldn’t help but let his worries eat him alive.

So imagine how he felt when you were suddenly gone from his sight. One second you guys were back to back and now you’re gone. He had to resist himself from abandoning everyone else in favour of looking for you, but he knew he couldn’t do that.

Narnia had won the battle, nights spent awake practising and planning was worth it. Relief had been cruising through his body when he finally saw you, only to be replaced with dread when he saw suddenly slouched down against the wall. A centaur was with you — nothing but concern etched on his face.

“Y/N!” he called, recklessly dropping his equipment as he quickly made his way over to you. From where he was approaching, he could see you were clutching your sides, a dark stain around your hand. His call had caught yours and the centaurs attention. You looked at him through squinted eyes, no doubt from the pain.

Peter dropped to his knees, carrying your upper body over on his lap. “Hey...” he whispered, brushing away strands of your hair away from your face. “Pete, it hurts,” she spoke through gritted teeth. “Shh... it’s alright.” He continued comforting the girl whilst gently lifting her up in her arms.

It was difficult, but Peter managed to get themselves on the centaur. He continued speaking to her, keeping her conscious for the short ride towards their tents. His dread only got worse when you tight hold on his hand began to loosen. He shook your limp body, desperate to keep you alive, “Hey, hey! Y/N, stay with me! Hey!”.

He could only tell the centaur to move faster.

The small movement of her body had caught Lucy’s attention. She abandoned the book she was reading, her palms now holding on to the hospital mattress, tightly in anticipation. She finally let out a breath of air when Y/N opened her eyes.

“Y/N, you’re awake!”

Lucy’s small voice called. She gave the older girl a few moments to adjust. Y/N looked around. They were beds, and curtains between beds. Bottles of who knows what in cabinets.

She was in the infirmary.

The young girl was sat beside her bed, an adorable smile on her face. Y/N knew that smile too well — the same one she always gave whenever she needed one even way before they entered Narnia. Y/N nodded, laughing at the small squeal that escaped Lucy.

Lucy quickly but gently wrapped her arms around her. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered to her ear. Y/N tightened her hug. “I’m glad I’m okay too, Lucy,” she whispered back. Y/N closed her eyes, taking in a big breath if relief before opening them again.

Lucy removed herself from the hug, although her hands were still on Y/N’s shoulder. “And Peter will be glad too! Of course Ed and Susan as well, but we know what Peter’s like when it comes to you,” she said.

As if on cue, the double doors burst open, revealing Edmund and Susan. The two looked around frantically, shoulders visibly relaxing upon seeing Y/N sitting up straight. They gave her quick hugs, unshed tears glistening their eyes. “Is everyone else alright?” Y/N asked, earning a chuckle from Edmund and an eye roll from Susan. “You literally got stabbed and you’re asking us about our welfare?,” Susan scoffed.

“I’m alright now, am I?”

Another round of laughter circled the room. However, there was one thing on Y/N’s mind. A certain blond-haired young man who she swore was with her before she passed out. “He’s around somewhere. He’s alright,” Susan said. Y/N smiled gratefully, looking at the three people that had grown as her younger siblings over the past years, happy that they were more than alright.

“Another group hug?”

Lucy obviously dove into Y/N arms first with glee.

Much to her dismay, the faun — Dug — had insisted on making Y/N stay another night at the infirmary. Lucy was kind enough to keep her company for the rest of the afternoon before she had to leave for supper. "I've got to monitor you for another night my dear general," Dug had said. Her attempts at complaining were ignored, she could only lay down back to her bed.

By the next morning, the gash on her side had closed up significantly thanks to the works of the healer. The faun gave her a pointed look, helping her up the bed. “Make sure to come back tomorrow dear. Doesn’t mean you’re walking, you’re finally healed.”

“Don’t worry Dug, I don’t think I’m going to battle anytime soon.”

“That’s what they all say…” the faun sighed, shaking his head in amusement.

Y/N quickly left the room in search of her best friend. She had been waiting for him to come by and visit, but to her surprise, he didn’t. She didn’t let her own sadness get in the way, he was after — High King of Narnia. She just couldn’t help but frown a bit at just the lack of a glimpse of him. She only hoped what Susan told her was the truth and not something very sugar coated.

She searched for him around the palace, occasionally stopping to talk to other Narnians who resided in the palace asking about her wellbeing.

She has found him at last. In the secret garden they had found together one night during one of Susan’s balls. His back was facing her. She would’ve ran towards him if it wasn’t for his very tense posture. “Peter?” she softly called, as if she was going to break something if she spoke any louder. She could hear a scoff coming from his direction.

“Lu, I told you to give me so—“

“I don’t sound like Lucy, do I?”

Something in Peter had woken up, he had to steady himself from how quick he turned his body around. He was looking at her like he’s seen a ghost. His eyes were wide, mouth barely open. Not to mention his face slowly turning pale.

She slowly took a few steps towards him. Once she was close enough, the young man finally snapped. Engulfing Y/N with his arms. His hold was tight, scared that if he’d hold her looser, she’d slip away. She rested her chin on his shoulder, her arms finding shelter just over his own.

His body began to quiver under her hold, she could feel tear drops staining the fabric of her dress. "Peter... hey... It's alright. I'm alright," she assured, swaying their bodies back and forth. Her heart practically broke at how Peter desperately shook his head. She really didn't want to, but she parted from the hug. "Look at me," she whispered, using her hands to guide Peter's face.

She frowned upon seeing his red-rimmed eyes.

He pressed his forehead against hers, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath in. "I thought I'd lost you," he gulped keeping his eyes closed.

"It's okay."

"I didn't visit— because—"

"Hey, let's breath for a sec, yeah? Come on, let's do it together. "

Peter didn't say a single word, but the soft squeeze from his hand was enough. For a moment, it was quiet. Just their soft breaths accompanying the singing birds of Narnia.

Peter had finally managed to calm himself down, opening his eyes to meet Y/N's for the first time that day. "Hi," she smiled. Peter couldn’t help himself but smile. “Hi.”

“Are we alright?,” she had to ask, a slice of worry within her. “We’re more than alright,” Peter reassured, hugging her again — careful not to bother her cut. “I’m sorry I didn’t visit you,” he mumbled.

“It’s alright.”

“No it’s not Y/N. I—“ he took a breath in. “I was scared that I’ll go in the infirmary and you’d be… dead. I was scared. I should’ve came and visited.”

“It’s alright.”

She could only repeat her words back.

The two once again stayed in silence, each other’s presence enough to fill in the atmosphere.

If the situation was different, maybe Peter would have said more words. He decided to keep those to himself for now.

thank u sm again for staying till the end. i am slowly realising i seem to write stuff that will mostly include 2 parts. which is honestly a good thing as it motivates me to continue writing (obv with the breaks in between). i hope u enjoyed. xoxo

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