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Never Been A Friend | Part 1 | Jeon Jk
♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion, desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?
♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.
♧ warnings: y/n is too drunk to form a sentence, jungkook loves cursing, jungkook is jealous out of his mind, kinda enemies but not really, jungkook calls y/n a brat that he cant stand, someone calls y/n a slut, and that's all i can remember 😙
♧ WC: 1.6K
♧ a/n: hello loves! wrote this in one sitting and it's barely edited, but the intention is there lmao i love you all so much please enjoy! dont hesitate to tell me what you think <3 im like the no.1 supporter for constructive criticism lol okay thank you byeeeee
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JK's POV
She whines,
Throws tantrums,
Acts like a goddamn brat for the sake of being annoying,
And I still want her lips around my cock.
Why?
That goes beyond the fucking level of my emotional understanding.
I want her wrapped around my finger. I want her to get on her fucking knees and apologize for all the turbulent feelings she makes me suffer by.
She ruined my night.
I was fucking.
Blowing a girl's back just to lay off some steam. Get the stress of the college life off my shoulders.
But then, she just had to cock-block me.
My best friend’s sister.
Speaking of the twat, he dared to interrupt my one night stand for the sake of his bratty sister.
Usually, I love brats.
My type.
They make sex enjoyable. All the more pleasurable when they try to resist.
Keyword: try.
Because I know for a damn straight fact when a girl wants to be disciplined.
Fucked right and put in her place.
Reminds me of her. Y/L/N Y/N.
Except for one thing, though- she makes my fucking insides churn in all uncomfortable ways.
She doesn’t have a bratty attitude, the bitch has a bratty personality.
Yes, she is indeed a bitch. I can't stand a girl who's always annoying just because she feels like it. She'd never had a valid reason to hate me, and neither did I.
When I first met her, I mean.
She was laughing with her brother having breakfast one time when I came out of my room for painkillers and a glass of water.
Her brother and I were both freshmen in need of a dorm, and we agreed on splitting the rent once in a frat party.
Yes... we were both strangers to each other, but we clicked.
Met through mutuals, and our vibes matched. After living with each other for over six months now, we've grown pretty close.
He's cool, agreed on basic rules like who does the laundry or dishes, helped with assignments, and was always there when needed.
He's a friend. A close one.
A tolerable one.
That can't be said about a certain someone, though.
She scowled at me that day and later told me she didn't like my vibe when I confronted her about it.
Bullshit.
And yet, she's the reason I left a naked girl in my bed and came to this godforsaken club in the first place.
Her brother is here, too, which is why he called me to come pick her up. Said something about her being drunk, and since he had taken a shot or two as well, he couldn't take her home himself.
Or he just didn't want to, because he was also getting laid tonight.
That's proven to be right when I see him making out with a girl near the bathrooms.
His hands grope her all over as she arches into him, which is enough to make me look away.
Sly motherfucker.
Casting my vision toward the main dance floor, I scan the crowd for a short brunette with soft features.
Annoyingly soft features.
So soft that I want to corrupt her. Tear the bratty exterior and dig through the filthy dark side on the inside.
But those features aren't the only things that infuriate the hell out of me.
It's her innocence.
How can a brat be innocent, you may ask?
When my gaze lands on her, my jaw tenses in annoyance.
She sways her hips sensually, eyes closed and mouth open as she slides her hands down her body to a seductive beat following her movements.
I follow the action, eyes unable to tear away from her figure.
Her fingers skim over her neck down to her breasts and then further, the lightness she seems to be handling her body with attending to a grace she always breathed by.
Fuck, I hate this woman.
Hate everything about her.
How she moves.
How she walks.
How she fucking talks.
Runs her mouth like a brat who needs to be handled.
No- not like- is.
She is a brat.
A brat who's oblivious to all the eyes she's attracting.
Including mine.
Fuck.
Her dancing resumes as her eyes stay closed, feeling every beat.
She's enjoying herself.
Not for long.
I school my expression- which had turned into a scowl the moment I set my eyes on her- and begin my stride towards her.
I spot a man doing the same, but she's absolutely mind-numb as she continues to dance with her damn eyes closed.
I was irritated, but now I'm literally fed up.
He's a couple inches shorter than me, wearing a white tee and skinny ripped jeans.
Not to mention, his hair is slicked back by a disgusting amount of hair gel.
Ew.
He approaches Y/N with predatory eyes and a shit eating grin, his gaze set straight on her perky ass.
Which is just barely covered by the tight little dress she's wearing, inching higher and higher up her thighs as we speak.
My steps quicken when I see him reach out, apparently intending to slap her ass.
My blood boils.
White noise drowns out all available access to the outside world as I break out into a jog and reach her just in time.
My hand swiftly slides onto her tiny waist, and I glare at the man whose shit-eating grin is now gone, replaced with confusion.
Y/N's eyes stay closed as she giggles, and it's now I notice how drunk she is.
Bright crimson tints her cheeks and her breath smells of strong tequila, obviously from having taken too many shots.
Isn't she here with friends?
How could they leave her alone like this?
Her brother's here. Her brother is here.
My breath turns heavy, my heartbeat quickening. I have to stop myself from punching the douchebag in front of me into fucking oblivion because I don't know if i'll ever stop once I start.
Fuck.
I try to focus on anything besides her frame that's barely hanging onto me, all the exhaustion from her dancing catching up to her as she fights to keep her eyes open.
Why the fuck is she here all alone? Why did they- whoever she's here with, except her brother- leave her here like this?
Like she's not even aware of where she is.
Like she's not sober enough to be responsible.
Like she's not fucking strong enough to defend herself if anything happened to her.
I might punch a wall.
My grip tightens around her waist, which makes her drowsily lift her head to stare up at me.
She's still shorter than me with heels on, enough to put her neck in an uncomfortable position whenever she looks up at me.
It's adorable.
But that's none of my concerns as the slimy fuck keeps undressing her with his eyes. Makes me want to claw them out with my bare hands.
Repress.
"Wha..." She starts, growing more and more confused as she tries to wrap her head around where the hell she is. "Jungkook? What are you..."
She trails off into a mindfuck, allowing me to set my full focus on the man still staring between us with wariness.
My gaze hasn't worn off him since I saw him fucking reach for her ass, which makes me want to bash his head against the wall.
My breathing turns heavy again.
Repress.
"Off-limits." I bite out with enough to control to shock myself. I'm even more surprised that this motherfucker is still breathing.
His eyes thin into slits as he eyes me suspiciously. "I haven't seen you here the last couple of hours. Thought her sexy ass came alone." His eyes skim over her body, gaze lingering longer than necessary on her breasts.
Guess someone's leaving with no limbs tonight.
"You thought wrong." It takes almost all the last bits of my control to reply with that before I start turning around to leave, Y/N almost falling asleep on my arm.
She clutches the hem of my shirt with a weak grip, like a toddler would its mom.
If I couldn't get here in time, what would've happened?
I catch myself before I overthink it. If I did, I'm afraid I might commit a crime tonight. One of shameless blood and murder-
Repress.
My back is turned to him when I hear a low whistle, which makes me pause, angry enough for my limbs to shake with adrenaline.
"You know, It's often rare for a slut with such a sweet ass to be out here all alone wearing that. Almost like she's begging for a cock-"
The words are barely out of his mouth before my fist connects with his face. The force of my blow got him on the floor, nose fucked and bleeding. Might be broken.
Good. Bare minimum.
I almost straddle him and punch him to his fucking fortunate death.
Almost.
But I have to get Y/N home.
I can't stand this anymore.
I can't stand her anymore.
Coming here alone? Dressed like that?
I mean yes, she did come here with her idiot brother who thinks with his dick, but he's nowhere to be found.
How can someone be so nonchalant to just leave his sister here all alone?
I'm so goddamn confused.
And infuriated.
And...angry.
Fucking fuck.
I need to get her the fuck out of here before i lose my fucking mind.
Fuck me.
The punch I just delivered did little to satiate my thirst for this slimy fucker's blood.
But again, Y/N's more important.
I turn, my panic spiking so high it reaches levels it had never before when I find Y/N out of my sight.
My breathing starts to go abnormal for the nth time this night.
I might develop heart problems.
A sigh leaves my mouth when I spot her by the bars, trying to convince the bartender to give her another shot. Relief floods my system, and my breaths regulate.
I send a quick text the girl- who i already forgot the name of- and tell her to head home. She sends a crying emoji back but agrees nonetheless, telling me to call her back when everything is sorted out on my end.
I have other things to care for.
Or I guess, in this case, a certain person to tend to.
God, It's gonna be a long night.
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Joey B Imagines: Boze Babe
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Summary: you see Joe’s Boze commercial for the first time and can’t help but give him a hard time over his dance moves.
Warnings: pure fluff, just some cussing, and one sexual joke.
Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader
Imagine Universe: Baby, I Love You
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September 14, 2023
Today you were just out shopping with your friends at the outlet mall, enjoying the day together.
your best friend, Taylor, brought her sixteen-year-old sister Hailey along as well. while you loved Hailey just as much as her older sister, she had a slight obsession with your boyfriend.
your boyfriend of six years, Joe Burrow. you and Joe had been together since he was a backup QB at Ohio State. you met in a shared class when you were partnered together for a project. to you, he was an incredibly sweet and cute nerd, who over time you developed a crush on.
one day Joe asked you to get lunch with him after class, which led to many more dates, which led to you moving to Louisiana with him when he transferred to LSU. now here you were, living in Cincinnati and watching Joe live out his NFL dreams.
joe was in his fourth season with the Cincinnati Bengals and you couldn’t be more proud of him. The first game of the season didn’t go as planned, Joe didn’t play his best and he was super mad at himself. you hated seeing him be so critical towards himself and you tried your best to cheer him up but nothing would work.
he was a superstitious guy no doubt so after that game Sunday the hair he’d grown out over the off-season had to go. you were a teeny bit upset at first since you loved his long hair (especially with the headbands) but you loved the fresh fade nonetheless, it was the hairstyle he had when you first fell in love with him so you had a certain attachment to it.
Hailey had already complained to you a couple of times over Joe cutting his hair and even asked you to beg Joe to grow it out again. you thought her obsession was funny and didn’t get annoyed by it, but you were not gonna relay that message to Joe.
you and Taylor were discussing your upcoming game day fits when Hailey let out a grimaced “Ohh.”
Taylor gave you a confused look after seeing her sister watching something on her phone before turning to her sister.
“what’s up?” - Taylor
“y/n have you seen Joe’s new commercial for Boze? - Hailey p
“uh no, I’ve only seen the outfits he wore over Facetime. why?” - you
“you need to put that boy in a dance class because that’s bad.” - Hailey laughed and handed you her phone
you pressed play on the video and didn’t see anything out of the ordinary at first but when you first saw Joe “bust a move” you couldn’t help but copy Hailey's previous grimace before giggling.
“he’s trying! That’s not his element at all and I think he handled it well. even if it is kinda cringe, he’s adorable and quirky at the same time.” - you
“and hot as hell” - Hailey
“hailey! shut up, and stop thirsting over my best friend's boyfriend!” - Taylor
“she’s okay Taylor, I know that joes attractive and other girls are gonna like him.” - you laughed
“It's a little disrespectful for her to say that in front of you though..” - Taylor
“I mean this in the nicest way possible, but I don’t feel threatened.” - you shrugged
“good for you girl. how about we all get some pretzels before we leave?” - Taylor
all of the girls agreed so you all went and got pretzels before making your way back to your respective cars.
you were pretty tired by the time you got home, shopping always tuckered you out so you were looking forward to cuddling with Joe till you guys went to sleep.
when you opened the front door the house was mostly quiet, the only light on downstairs was the living room lamp so you figured Joe was upstairs.
you took your shoes off of your feet and put them on the shoe rack next to Joe's much bigger pairs of Nikes. the small detail made your heart warm and all you wanted was to be close to your man after a long day.
once upstairs it didn’t take you long to find out where Joe was, you could hear the slight football sounds coming from his office meaning he was still watching the film. you slipped into your bedroom put a pair of sweatpants on, including one of Joe's shirts, and made your way back to his office door.
you barely knocked, and through the crack of the door, you saw Joe's head snap towards the direction of the door with a smile forming on his face.
“come in!” - Joe
you gently opened the door and when your full frame was in view, Joe's eyes lit up.
“Baby.” - Joe smiled
“Hi Joey, still haven’t given yourself a break, huh?” - you
Joe sighed as you made your way over to him, he was sitting on the leather couch while watching play reruns on the TV. you were worried about him, Joe had told you there was no reason for you to feel that way but you didn’t want him to be so hard on himself.
“I’m just trying to figure out what went wrong, don’t need a break.” - Joe
you plopped down onto the spot on the couch next to him, his gaze softened when he saw the look of worry on your face.
“y/n, I promise, if I need a break I’ll take one. I don’t right now.” - Joe
“I know you will, I just hate seeing you like this it makes me sad” - you
“Like what?” - joe
“you’re being so hard on yourself. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you. To me you are the most talented boy in the world, while you focus on your mistakes.” - you
Joe looked at you for a few seconds without saying anything, he wasn’t mad at you, he was trying to figure out how he deserved you.
“c’mere” - Joe patted his lap, and you happily obliged
you were now straddling him, your legs on either side of his muscular thighs while your arms were around his neck. Joe's hands were placed on your back as he looked up at you with so much admiration in his eyes.
“I love you so much. you’re the best girlfriend ever, I’m so lucky to have you, baby.” - Joe hugged you close
your heart swelled when he laid his head on your shoulder and nuzzled his face into your neck.
“I love you too, honey. I’m so grateful to have a man like you next to me.” - you
you were startled when Joe abruptly pulled his head off your shoulder.
“Okay enough sappy shit, how was your day with the girls?” - Joe
his change in mood made you laugh before you answered his question.
“it was nice to catch up with them, but I have a question” - you
“I might have an answer” - Joe smiled
“When did you get your pilot license?” - you giggled when joes face contorted with confusion
“what the hell? what do you mean?” - Joe
“I saw you flew an airplane” - you laughed
“What are you talking about? Are you high?” - Joe
“no, Joey! I’m talking about your boze commercial, you did a little dance.” - you grinned
“Ohh. don’t make fun of me!” - Joe rolled his eyes
“I’m not making fun of you! I thought it was cute and funny.” - you giggled
“I tried my best..” - Joe grumbled
“I know you did, baby. I mean you’re an absolute boze babe I'm proud of you for getting out of your comfort zone.” - you smiled as you hugged his neck
“oh yeah? enough for a reward?” - Joe smirked
“Joseph Lee” - you rolled your eyes playfully
Joe laughed as he stood up with me still in his lap, he carried me into the bedroom and threw me onto the bed.
“boy I'm too tired to mess around.” - you
“oh I am too, I was hoping to cuddle” - Joe smiled
you had to blush at that. Joe never initiated the cuddling, so when he did it was always extra sweet.
he crawled into bed next to you and got comfortable before laying his head on your chest.
“Goodnight, baby. I love you” - Joe
“goodnight, joey. love you more.” - you ran one of your hands through his freshly cut hair, before placing a kiss on his forehead.
as long as Joe was by your side you knew you’d always feel happy and safe, he truly was everything you could ever want and need in a partner.
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authors note: my first imagine! hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! ❤️🥰
being 0-2 deserves a fic 😭
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Hey can you please do a Jace Velaryon smut where she is Aemonds twin who is married to Aegon and has kids with maybe (like Helena in the show) maybe Aegon is a bit fond of her but ya know it’s still Aegon. Her and Jace were really close when they were younger and missed each other very much there is longing stares and lingering touches so at the dinner he asks her to dance maybe some jealousy and protectiveness from Aegon and Aemond and after the fight breaks out and everyone is sent to their chambers y/n goes to Jace to see if he is okay and clean his hand which is wounded from punching Aemond with complete innocent intentions but as she is there’s tension and stuff and Jace is completely inexperienced and is all blushing and the slightest touch can do things to him especially when it’s the girl he’s loved most of his life and it’s like very sweet and loving but then it’s like really intense and frantic.
Jace Velaryon*See You Again
Pairing: Jace x f!reader
Summary: After years of being apart the reader and Jace are finally reunited only to have her brothers almost ruin their fun. Almost.
Word count: 4118
Warnings: Aegon is an asshole, Aemond is an asshole, angst, violence, reader gets slapped, PinV sex, unprotected sex, general smutty things 18+
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The day that Jace left for Dragonstone you almost couldn’t control your sadness when you hugged him goodbye. “You’ll see me again,” he whispered into your ear, his head nuzzled into your shoulder.
“That does not stop my heart from already missing you,” You missed Lucerys and your sister as well but losing Jace was something you did not go a day without remembering. When you rode your dragon, you remembered the times you spent racing your dragon with Jaces and discovering small uninhabited islands off the coast. When you spoke Valyrian you remembered the countless times Jace had helped you practise your lessons. Every room, every hallway, every item in the red keep was stained with all the memories you had created with him.
At least you weren’t all alone. Your sister Heleana was your closest friend after Jace. You would walk the gardens with her as she found new bugs and you knew flowers. Aemond would help you with your studies and give you small gifts but despite how much you both cared for each other he was often closed off. While you enjoyed his silent company, he did not make you laugh how Jace had. Then there was your husband.
Aegon could be sweet, hell even funny. When he was sober. Which was rare. Even rarer after your mother had forced your union. She wanted the strengthen a claim Aegon did not even want. She had insisted that you would marry Aegon and Heleana to Aemond to secure the family. what Aemond confessed to you later was that your mother had done this in response to the suggestion that you wed Jace. She couldn’t stand the thought of mixing her blood with Rhaenyra’s. And you hated her for it.
Prior to this you had had issues with your mothers but when you found out it was her that trapped you in a loveless marriage out of her own selfish and foolish plans you would not respond to a word, she said to you. while she tried to force you to speak originally, she had practically given up after six.
When news came of Lord Coryls’s expected death no one seemed to care about his potential demise but rather what would happen to drift mark. It didn’t take long after finding out about him to find out about Rhaenyra’s arrival in Kingslanding. You were excited to see Jace again but it felt almost like your mother was deliberately keeping you away from Jace as it was not until you had to attend dinner that you saw him for the first time.
You were the second to last to enter the most awkward dinner known to man. A heavy silence hung over the air like a storm cloud waiting to thunder. All eyes turned to you as you walked through the door. yours glanced at Jace who looked away as quickly as your eyes met. He looked far different than before you noted. His shoulders had grown broad, and his jaw was strong. His dark hair framed his face perfectly. He looked like a dream. Hanging your head, you quickly walked to take your seat in between Jace and Aegon, Heleana on Aegon’s other side and Baela on Jace’s.
Aegon glanced at you but made no move to pull out your chair which you hadn’t even expected. however, as you went to pull your own chair out Jace stood suddenly. All eyes snapped to the now stranger as he silently moved past you to pull your chair out for you. A small smile crept on your lips which you quickly tried to hide as you sat down. Aegon scowled as Jace pushed your chair in before returning to his own. Jace gave you a small smile as he sat, his eyes darting to Aemond who you knew was likely wearing his famous glare.
The tension did not lessen when your father entered the room. The way he walked, the way he breathed, it looked so painful. What was a life in his condition? Despite the lack of love from him you couldn’t help but sympathise for the bag of bones they called a king. Viserys groaned and heaved as he forced himself to stand to deliver his speech. It was hard to look at him when he took off the mask but harder still not to laugh when he claimed to love you all.
Aegon had not been as moved by Alicent or Rhaenyra’s speeches as others. When Aegon leaned across you to ask Jace if he knew where to put it you contemplated where to stick your knife. “Stop it,” you whispered in his ear, your voice defeated and your eyes watery. For one dinner you wished not to be embarrassed.
“You may play the jester if you wish,” Jace took your hand under the table without so much as glancing at you, but his touch alone helped your tears dry, “but hold your tongue in front of the princess and my betrothed. A lord should not disrespect his lady with such talk,”
Aegon rolled his eyes and leaned back into his own chair, “Thank you,” you whispered to Jace who just squeezed your hand in return. After all these years with no words spoken, you didn’t even need to say anything to feel comforted by him. Aegon glared when he noticed your hand which you quickly slipped back but it was too late for him not to continue his wind up.
You scoffed lightly as he offered to show Baela a good time right in front of you, his wife, and your entire family. you avoided the pitiful look your elder sister gave you. however, when Jace slammed his fists on the table and stood the table fell tense again especially when Aemond stood. You glared at him, but he kept his gaze fixed on Jace.
“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond,” Jace awkwardly said as he reached for his own cup, “We have not seen each other in years but I have fond memories of our youth,” Jace looked down at you and your eyes locked for only a moment but it was enough to make you blush, “Some of the best memories I have are in this very castle,” he said, his gaze still on you as he raised his cup.
You were the first to join in on his toast, something that did not soften Aemond’s glare but finally made him sit down. When Jace sat down you glanced at your husband who was already half drunk and distant, your sister who sat sadly on her own whispering to herself, and Aemond who held so much anger for one person.
Aegon reluctantly agreed to Jaces toast and without really thinking when Jace sat you stood, “I would like to toast to Baela and Rhanya, they’ll be married soon,” you smiled as you raised your cup. “It’s not all bad. Mostly he just ignores you,” you placed a hand on Aegon’s shoulder, and he shrugged it off as if second nature. “Except from when he’s drunk,” you added, forcing a smile on your face as you raised your cup, “To a marriage filled with love, something many dream of,” you smiled before draining your own cup and taking your chair.
You did your best not to cry as the music began to play. Your thoughts were interrupted by Jace turning to you, “Would you care to dance princess?” he asked as he stood and extended his hand.
A smile beamed onto your face as you took his hand, “It would be my pleasure,” for the first time in years you finally felt normal again as Jace led you from the table to dance. You’d half expected a formal dance however Jace began to dance with you as you had as children. Your laughter ran across the room as you both began to jump, dance, and spin.
The night could’ve been perfect if Aemond hadn’t stood raising his own cup, “Final tribute,” he began and your heart sunk as he spoke, “Each of them handsome, wise,” he paused, his eye looking at you and Jace as a tense silence fell on the room, “Strong,” Your mother tried to stop him but Aemond was not vindicated yet, “Let us drain our cups to these three strong boys,”
“I dare you to say that again,” Jace said, and you felt yourself shrink back.
“Why?” Aemond challenged, “Do you not think yourself strong?”
You gasped as Jaces fist hit Aemond’s face then chaos broke out. Luke stood only to be hit against the table by Aegon. You rushed to his aid, pulling at your husband who back handed you in the process of you pulling him from Luke. You held your check as Luke was pulled away by a guard despite doing nothing wrong.
“I did not mean- “Aegon tried to speak.
“Save it,” You glared at him and turned just in time to see Jace being pulled back by a guard. You saw your mother pulling Aemond away so turned your attention to the guards, “Let them go,” you told them, but they hesitated. Grabbing one of their arms, you pulled it off Jace, “That is an order,”
Finally, they were released and Jace rushed to your side, his fingers going to trace the red mark on your face, “Are you okay?” he asked, his fingertips were feather light as they traced your skin.
“I’m fine,” you assured him with a sad smile.
The moment was once again ruined by Aemond who yelled, “Get your hands off my sister,”
Jace went to lunge again however this time Daemon stepped in. you however side stepped them all and walked up to Aemond, leaning up to glare at him as he looked down at you, “Why must you ruin everything?” You stormed off before your mother could send you to your chambers, but you knew that dinner was over.
Your anger had been bubbling over but after checking on your child and wandering the castle halls it soon mellowed back to sadness. After an argument like that you knew Rhaenyra would not be wishing to extend her stay. You would join her if you could. Anything to be away from this place.
Soon you found your feet leading you to Jaces chambers. You were filled with such a mix of emotions that you busted through the door, slamming it behind you, without knocking. “Princess I- “Jace stuttered as he stood from where he sat on the bed.
“What were you thinking?” You almost yelled.
Jaces eyes narrowed, “You know exactly what I was thinking he was trying to ruin me and my brothers- “
“He was trying to get a reaction out of you and look what you’ve done!”
“What I’ve done?” Jace walked closer to you, but you did not back down. “What about your brother?”
You shoved against his chest, but it did little to move him, “Oh please you didn’t have to punch him! And now thanks to you not using your head,” You said as you shoved a finger into his forehead. Jace swotted at your hand, grabbing it in his as he yanked it away, “I’m never gonna see you again. Are you happy?”
“Who said- “
“Please you really think your mothers gonna wanna hang around? What another six years and then we might have another dinner?” you pulled your hand back from his, jerking away from him to pace the room, “Or hey who knows maybe Viserys will die next week, hell tomorrow! And suddenly we’re at civil war. Then what?”
Jace sighed as you continued your rant but made no effort to stop you. anger washed over his face as you lashed out but unlike with Aemond he was able to hold it back, but the anger faded when he noticed the tears welling in your eyes, “This is about more than tonight,” Jace muttered.
Finally, you stopped pacing. Your shoulders heaved as you let out a heavy sigh, “I just don’t wanna lose you again,”
The words stung Jaces heart as your voice quivered out your trembling lips. Jace crossed the room to stand before you, taking your face into his hands, “You never lost me. Im right here,”
“Before you have to leave again,” You tried to escape his grasp, but he held your face in place.
“I swear to you,” Jace said as his thumb stroked over your cheeks and his eyes gazed into yours, “Not a day went by I didn’t think about you,”
“Or I you,” you confessed as you finally leaned into his touch, “I just wanted one good night with you,”
“The night is still young,” Jace said as you realised how close his face was to yours. His breathe fanned your cheeks as his hands fell from your face to your waist. Your hands found their place on his shoulders. They were broad and strong under your touch.
Jaces eyes glanced down at your lips. “We should make the most of it then,” you murmured, your hands slowly moving to the back of his neck. Jace shivered when your soft fingers touched his exposed neck but did not protest when you pulled his head down to yours, his lips falling onto yours.
The kiss was gentle as his soft lips pressed onto yours. Your fingers moved up his neck to his hair, gently scratching your fingertips through his silky hair. Jaces arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pulling you closer to him. Jace broke the kiss after a moment, his head resting on yours, “I’ve waiting a lifetime to do that,” he murmured as he looked into your eyes.
“I wish it for a lifetime more,” you said before pulling his lips back to yours. Your hands trailed down his arms, feeling his toned muscles through his shirt. When you took his hands into yours you felt him wince into the kiss. “What’s wrong?” you asked as you pulled back.
Jace gave a sorry smile as he lifted the hand, he had punched Aemond with up. You could see slight swelling on his knuckles and a slight bruise beginning to form, “I must not know my own strength,” he chuckled. You gently took his hand into yours as you inspected the bruised knuckles. Glancing at Jace’s face you could see a faint blush on his cheeks at your gentle touch. “It hurts a little, not as much as the target I suppose,”
“He deserves it,” you mumbled as you ran your fingers lightly over the swollen flesh, “I’ll wrap it for you,”
“I’ll be fine,” Jace assured you, but you ignored him as you began to rake through his stuff for a suitable fabric strip. You sat on Jaces bed with him as you wrapped his hand so he would not use it and cause further damage, “You always were so good to me,” Jace mused as you finally finished your wrappings.
You hummed at his words when you finally dropped his hand, missing his touch, “Just don’t go throwing any more punches around,”
“You have my word,” Jace said and for a few moments you just sat on the bed together looking into each other’s eyes. Jace looked at you with a gentle smile and adoring gaze. He took your hand into his non wrapped one, rubbing soft circles into your skin with his thumb. It was more tender than any touch you had received in the past years.
Slowly you began to lean in, glancing down at his lips, those beautiful soft lips. His smile widened as he leaned in as well to close the gap. His lips fell onto yours with perfect synchrony. It was soft at first, but you felt a craving rise through your chest. Soon your lips grew hungrier. Your tongue ran over his bottom lip and after a moment Jace let you gain entry. Jaces movements were unsure, but you moved your hand to hold his jaw before breaking the kiss only for a moment to climb into his lap.
Your lips crashed again as soon as you were sat. your hands held his face while his moved to your waist squeezing it lightly. You were slowly beginning to grind onto him during the kiss. Soon you began to feel his member harden under you. Jace moaned as your hips speed increased, rolling onto his erection with a quicker even pace. The way it felt over the clothes was already causing a wetness to form between your thighs. Jaces breath caught in his throat as you grinded against him yet again and he pulled away gently from the kiss, “We should stop,” he said.
“Why?” you said, your lips soon going to press kisses along his jaw.
A dark blush fell across his cheeks, “I, well, I’ve never done this before,” he stuttered out, “I wouldn’t want to disappoint,”
Your kisses paused and you cupped his face into your hands, stroking your thumb on his cheek, “You could never disappoint me Jace,” Jaces eyes met yours briefly before they fluttered away in embarrassment, “I could teach you if you’d like,”
“Are you sure?” he asked finally meeting your gaze.
You pressed a kiss on his already swollen lips, “I’m sure,” You began to stand from his lip and Jace moved forward to try stop your absence, “Be patient,” you giggled at his antics causing a bashful smile from him. Your hands moved behind your back to work on the strings of your dress.
Jace cleared his throat from his place on the bed, “Would you like some help?” he stuttered slightly but not as much as before.
You turned around with a grin as Jace stood and began to unlace the fabric, “What a gentleman,” you praised as the fabric began to come loose.
Once the strings were undone you pushed the fabric off your shoulders and let it pool around your feet. You heard Jaces sharp breath from behind you and you bit your lip to contain your smile. Turning around, you rested your hands on his chest, “Thank you for the assistance,” you said, placing a kiss to his neck.
“It was my pleasure, I mean- “he stammered, and you cut his words off with a kiss.
Jaces lips moved but his body was tense against your bare one. You took his hand in yours, moving it to your exposed hip before snaking your own hands under his tunic, feeling his bare skin on your fingertips. Jace shivered at the feeling. “We can stop if you want to,” You assured him, but Jace shook his head.
“No please,” he pleaded, “I don’t want to stop. Please don’t stop,” you grinned at his words and pulled his head down to capture his lips again.
The kiss was frantic as you began to pull at the fabric of his tunic. Jace pulled back and quickly stripped himself of all his clothes. You bit back a chuckle at his eagerness. You took a moment to appreciate his lean body, his soft skin, and the sight of his exposed hard cock. It was longer than you had expected and already stood to attention. You took it into your hand and Jace moaned from just the touch. You kissed him as your hand gave soft strokes to his hard cock, running your thumb over the tip. He began to moan into the kiss which only made you want him more.
A whine left his lips when your hand moved off his cock, but he said nothing as you pushed his shoulders to make him fall onto the bed. Jace shuffled up the bed as you looked down at him. Once he was laying with his head on the pillows you began to crawl over him. You could feel Jaces eyes on your frame as you moved slowly up his body, places wet kisses over his skin. Your hands ran over his faint abs as your kisses arrived at his neck.
You left a trail of kisses up his neck, to his jaw, behind his ear, then finally to his lips. The kiss was feverish as you positioned yourself above him, his hard cock brushing against your wet cunt. You moaned as you felt it rub against you. “I need you, “You broke the kiss to whisper into his ear.
Jaces hands went to your hips, his eyes gazing into yours, “I don’t think I can wait much longer,” he said, his hips bucking up to try get friction against yours.
You kissed him deeply as you moved your hand to hold his cock. You rubbed the tip up your slit gently causing Jace to groan before lining it up with your entrance. You began to sink down slowly, gasping light as you felt yourself stretch to take him in. Jace broke the kiss as his eyes screwed up tightly, his breath ragged as he felt you. his hand gripped your hip tighter as you slowly sank down further taking more of him in.
Once you had finally took him all in you paused for a moment to adjust. Jace looked up at you in awe, the sight of you naked on top of him taking him so well. He couldn’t picture a better sight. “Can I touch you?” he asked, and you finally opened your eyes before nodding.
Hesitantly Jace moved to sit up slightly as he began to place soft kisses to the bottom of your breasts. You moaned at the feeling of his lips on your sensitive skin. Jace’s hand moved to hold your other breast, squeezing it lightly in his grip. Slowly you began to move, rolling your hips onto his.
Jace’s let out a loud moan at the feeling as your hips began to roll a steady pace, his cock twitching inside. “You feel so good,” Jace praised as he kissed your breast one last time before pulling your lips onto his. It was sloppy and messy, but his lips tasted like sweet honey as his tongue mixed with yours. Jace’s hand moved to grip your hip as his own hips began to buck up at the feeling. You did not stop his hips which began to buck up to meet your rolls, causing him to hit deeper spots.
Jace fell back to lay back on the bed, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hips even tighter as he began to fuck you from bellow. The sight of you bouncing up and down on his cock was almost enough to make him cum right there. But as Jace had to stop his arrival you were chasing yours as a knot began to build in your stomach.
You did your best to ignore the cramping in your thighs to chase your high, but you did not have to suffer long. Jace paused his thrusts for a moment only to push you off him and onto the bed. You giggled as you fell and grinned when he climbed on top of you. the grin was replaced by moans as he lined himself up and thrust into you again.
Jace’s head fell into your neck, pressing sloppy kisses into the skin. You felt your stomach tighten as he thrust into you, the new position changing the angle. Craving your high, you moved your hand in-between you, putting your fingers on your clit to start rubbing circles only to have Jace snatch your hand away. Before you could complain he replaced it with his own fingers which began to rub sloppy circles onto your wet clit.
His fingers were rougher than yours but the way they felt made your toes curl and your walls began to clench. Just as you thought the pressure would be too much Jace nibbled your neck gently and suddenly you felt yourself release around him, a whiny moan ripping through your throat. Jace groaned as he felt your walls clench around him, his own release not far away, but Jace managed to continue his sloppy thrusts through your high before he could not stop himself from releasing.
Jace’s face screwed up tight as his body went ridged. If not for the moan that came from his swollen lips you may have thought, he was in pain. His heavy breath fanned over your skin as he came, spilling inside of you, before collapsing on top of you. his sweaty frame pressed against you as you both tried to catch your breath. When Jace rolled off you, you quickly moved to curl into his side. “That was amazing,” you panted.
“Better than Aegon?” he asked with a slight smirk.
“So much fucking better,”
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I Will Rescue You | n romanoff
Summary: An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected…
Warnings: teen pregnancy, injury, blood, guns
Pairings: natasha x adopted!daughter!reader
wc: 3.7k
note: this is just precious mama nat who holds a special place in my heart
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"Got your six, Natasha. Approach when ready." Nat heard the crackle over her intercom and readied her gun, her elbows locked as she pressed herself against the wall.
Never did she think she'd be back in this place. The one place she vowed never to come back to. But here she was. The coldness of the stone wall was seeping through her tactical suit, which wasn't adapted to support her through Russia's freezing temperatures.
But that was the last thing Natasha was thinking about. There were girls inside. Girls that needed help. Natasha knew all too well how they felt, and she wanted to put a stop to it.
Yelena was on the opposite side of the courtyard, double ponytails swishing back and forth as she kept checking her surroundings. The sisters made eye contact and nodded, Natasha taking that as her cue to move.
Silent as the dead of night, the redheaded assassin crept through the open door, sticking to the shadows like this very place had taught her. She didn't make a sound, taking down guards with a single slice to the throat, clean and precise. Fires shot in the distance and she knew she didn't have long.
But this place was once her home. She knew it like the back of her hand, as much as she hated to admit it. She knew who she wanted to meet for the final time, but a faint rumbling told her that that plan was gone.
"черт возьми." She muttered under her breath as her once careful footing now broke into a sprint. The team had estimated about 30 minutes for extraction, but that had been cut down to 10. There were more guards than the trio expected, but they powered through.
"I'm hitting the training rooms. Nat cover the wings and Yelena-"
"Doors, yes I know. Don't need to tell me солдат."
"Buck, you know she hates being bossed around." Natasha whispered as she climbed the stairs. She heard gunshots through Bucky's comm, but carried on. They could look after themselves.
The sight of the dorm corridor made Nat sick to her stomach. But she hauled herself together and ran along the hallway, checking the rooms. They were empty.
The sight of the tiny beds empty was a relief to her. Maybe they had stopped taking so many young children.
"I've got 15 in here Nat." Bucky called over the comm.
"Take them to the jet. I've got none so far." She checked all the dorm rooms, but there wasn't a trace of life. She thought the place was deserted until a faint whimper was heard, followed by desperate attempts to console.
It sounded like a baby's cry, so Nat placed her gun in her hostler. She didn't need to have her weapons out right now. The widow bites on her wrists would do enough for now to keep her protected.
There were 5 single cells along the back wall, and only one of them was dimly lit. Nat stepped into the light so she wouldn't shock anyone who was living in there. It seemed empty at first, but upon closer inspection Nat could see a young girl curled up in the corner.
Her blue eyes were locked on Nat, muscles tense as she pressed herself into the wall.
"Я ничего не делал, клянусь!" (i didn't do anything I swear). There were bruises on her temples and a hastily tied bandage on her arm and Nat just smiled softly.
"It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you." She crouched down outside the rails and offered her hand out slowly, like you would to a frightened puppy. But the girl just stared at Nat, her eyes narrowing.
"You are Black Widow." Her english was broken and laced with a heavy Russian accent. "You disgrace him."
Nat frowned at her words but shook her head. "No, I'm here to save you. I'm gonna get you out."
"Nobody take us anywhere." As she spoke, her arms loosened to show the tiny baby wrapped in a blanket in her arms. It couldn't have been more than 2 months old, but yet the girl only looked around 15. Natasha felt sick to her stomach. What kind of sick programme had they created?
"Hey, it's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. How old are you?"
The girl stared at Nat for a few minutes before answering. "16."
"Блядь. (fuck)". Natasha sat back on her heels,
contemplating her next move. "And the baby? Ваш ребенок? (your baby?)". The girl nodded.
"Y/n." Nat raised an eyebrow. "меня зовут Y/n."
"That's a beautiful name. You want to get out of here?" The girl shook her head slowly, and Nat didn't blame here. This was all she knew. To her, it was home, as sick and twisted as it was. "You will be safe."
"Safe? You safe?"
Natasha nodded. "You're safe with me. You both are. But we need to go." As if on cue, the whole building began to shake and pieces of rubble fell from the ceiling. The girl screamed and buried her face in her daughter's blanket, holding her tightly. "Y/n, we need to go!" Nat blasted the padlock and the door swung open. "Now!"
"Can't!" The teenager gestured to her leg, which was openly bleeding. A gunshot wound was clean through her calf, and looked fairly fresh, meaning the girl struggled to walk. Nat registered it and brought her hand up to her comms, slowly to not startle the girl.
"Bucky I need backup. Quickly." After a grunt in reply, she quickly looked around the room to find something to help. But it was bare except for a bed and a sink.
Another vibration shook the building and Nat had no other option. She rushed over to the girl and helped her stand, taking the baby in her arm after reassuring the anxious teenager that she would be safe. The girl could hardly walk, but Nat couldn't carry her. Not with the baby too.
As a pair, they hobbled out onto what once was the hallway, now half broken in the middle and filled with rocks. Y/n was heavily leaning on Nat, pain shooting up her leg with every step.
A voice came yelling down the hallway, and through the dust broke Bucky, racing along trying to fit his gun back in it's holster. "What-"
"No questions. Move. Talk later. You need to carry her." Nat was clear and concise with her orders and she gestured to Y/n's leg, which was all Bucky needed.
But Y/n was wary of the new person and she grabbed Nat's arm in front of her. But the redhead turned to face her.
"Hey, it's okay. He is going to help you be safe." She looked into the girl's blue eyes, knowing they had very little time left to get out of here.
"Natasha, I don't know where you are but you better get out of here because this place is gonna blow!" Yelena yelled into her mic, cursing in Russian as she shot down guards.
"Y/n? Please?"
"если ты делаешь больно, детка, я делаю тебе больно! (If you hurt baby, I hurt you!)". Natasha nodded and carefully settled the baby in her arm. Y/n didn't take her eyes off the infant until Bucky picked her up and she felt the pain shoot through her leg. He mumbled an apology as they. began to run, dodging explosions and gunfires.
They broke through a gap in the wall and Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, not used to the blinding light of the sun on the snow.
Yelena was stood at the base of the Quinjet they had stolen from Stark, and as she saw her sister approaching she ran inside to start the engines. They lifted off the ground just as Nat managed to throw herself into a seat, the baby still safely in her arms.
They'd taken a bigger jet than the Avengers usually used, so the widow's Bucky had taken from the training room were in a separate area where they could sit comfortably together. But Nat had brought Y/n up to where she was sitting so she could look at her gunshot wound.
"мой ребенок! (my baby!)" Y/n cried out as soon as she was sitting, but Nat was already on it. She soothed the distressed girl and gently placed the baby in her outstretched arms.
The young girl may only have been 16, but she was a good mother. She calmed her child and an old Russian lullaby and gently stroked her head, kissing it softly. As she sat opposite, Nat couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy when looking at the mother and daughter. As wrong as it was, she never had that opportunity, and she hated herself for it every day.
"Can I look at your leg?" The young girl nodded and stretched her leg out, wincing slightly. The bullet had gone straight through which made Nat's job easier. "Okay it just needs a few stitches. May I? This will hurt."
Y/n shrugged and pulled down the bandage on her arm. Bucky had to turn away at the sight of the DIY stitches that were 'holding' the wound closed. Nat took a sharp inhale of breath but kept her calm. That could be sorted out back at the compound.
Y/n didn't flinch once as the stitches were being put in. She kept her eyes glued to the baby, stroking her face softly as she hummed once more.
"Why don't you get some sleep?" Nat passed the girl a blanket and stepped back to give her some space. "I'll go check on the others." She said to Bucky, who nodded and went to sit at the controls with Yelena.
Y/n was exhausted but tried to keep her guard up. Her eyes darted around the small room, but it wasn't long before she couldn't fight sleep and her eyes began to close.
~~~
"Hey hey woah! It's okay! She's here. She's right here." Natasha was trying to defend herself against Y/n fists as the panicked teenager attacked her. Nat knew the baby wasn't safe just laying on the bed as the teenager slept, so she moved her to a makeshift cot. But Y/n woke up and freaked out.
"You touched her without my permission!" She screamed, swinging a fist at Nat who caught it just in time.
"Y/n, I was looking after her. You needed the rest." Nat held the struggling girl's fists in her hands and stood still, watching as she breathed hard. "It's okay. She's okay."
With a huff, Y/n pulled her hands away and scooped up her baby, cradling her close to her chest. "She needs feeding," she said bluntly.
"Okay. We don't have anything here but why don't you and I go out today and we can buy some supplies, including a cot for our room?" Natasha asked this more as a peace offering and the girl eyed her suspiciously before nodding.
"The other girls. Where are they?"
"Fury- our director has got new homes for them. Don't worry."
"And me? New home for me?"
Nat paused, thinking about her answer. The truth was, she didn't want to see Y/n leave. Not just yet. Something about the girl had reached out to her, and the slight possibility of having a daughter raced through her mind. Maybe this girl was her second chance, a chance to do something good again. "Well, we wanted to keep an eye on you and the baby. Seeing as she's so young."
Y/n just hummed in response before disappearing towards her room with a slight limp.
"You've got a feisty one there." Came a voice from behind Nat. She turned around to find Wanda snacking on a bowl of cereal, spoon halfway to her mouth.
"Yeah." Her reply was half hearted as she stared at where Y/n was last seen.
"Nat?" She turned to face Wanda once more. "I can hear your thoughts; they're really loud. And I'm gonna say go for it, but be careful. You know what you were like when you first came out. She's not much different than you, you know. Give her time."
Natasha smiled at her friend before grabbing a banana. "Thanks Wands."
~~~
Nat really listened to Wanda's words, which is why she called up the store before they left and asked to hire it out for the day. Stark had more than enough money to make that happen, and Nat wanted Y/n to be as comfortable as possible.
They entered through the back door, and only 2 members of staff were on each level of the huge department store. The bright lights and colourful items were enough to overwhelm Y/n anyway, as she held her baby close to her chest, still wrapped in the filthy blanket.
"You can pick whatever you want, okay?" Nat informed the teenager as they entered, but she didn't respond.
She wandered around, face stoic and eyes wide. Natasha could see the outline of a glock tucked into her jeans, but she didn't comment. Where she got it from was unclear, but it brought the girl a sense of comfort and Nat trusted her not to use it inappropriately.
Nat pointed a couple of bottles and baby clothes out, to which Y/n either shrugged or nodded. She was uncomfortable, but this trip was necessary.
"Okay, how about we look at cribs?"
"Our room?"
"Yeah if you want. But there's a nursery we can set up?"
Y/n thought for a minute. "But- no. Close to me."
"She will be close to you." Y/n looked skeptical. "Okay, how about this. We can get one for our room and one for hers, yeah?"
"Okay. But you don't leave no? No moving rooms?"
Natasha couldn't help but smile. "Honey, I'm not leaving. We can get you your own room if you want? For space?"
"No."
"Okay then."
They walked over to the cribs section and looked at the options. Y/n had relaxed a bit more as she considered the options, reaching her hand out to feel the wood. She'd never had the opportunity to make her own decisions before, and it felt foreign.
But within her focussed task, Natasha failed to notice the shop assistant approaching them, until a bright and cheery "Hi there! Can i help you?" broke through their thoughts.
Y/n immediately jumped behind Nat. Her hand would have reached for her gun if it wasn't so busy holding her baby and newly found protector.
"отойди! (stay back!)" Y/n yelled from behind Natasha, who held an arm in front of her. The assistant looked startled and held her hands up in surrender, taking a few steps back.
"Sorry. Could you give us a minute?" Nat apologised quickly and then turned to Y/n. "Hey, stop struggling." The girl unclenched her fist and placed it on her child's back. "That woman is not going to hurt you. Or your baby. You're safe."
"She stay away!" Y/n grunted through gritted teeth, chest heaving. Nat knew there was no winning this, so she placed her arm around the girl, who didn't flinch like she usually did.
"We don't need any assistance right now, thank you." The now shaken woman nodded and scurried away, not wanting to spend another moment around the assassins.
"We go? Now." Y/n stood her ground, staring Natasha directly in the eye.
"30 minutes. Then we go."
"Fine."
Nat rushed around the rest of the store, grabbing baby formula, clothes, cribs, clothes and tethers. She found a bouncer and play mat, even though the infant wasn't even sitting up yet. She grabbed some clothes for Y/n, some of which the teenager picked out, others that Nat knew she needed. The small girl was currently wearing one of Wanda's sweatshirts and a pair of jeans, both of which were too big. All of the items were sent directly to the compound, so they didn't have to carry anything home. And Natasha made sure to heftily tip the woman who had approached them before, as an apology.
Stark had restricted everyone's access except Nat and Wanda to the areas where Y/n was residing. The girl didn't trust men at all, and even with Wanda she was slightly wary.
But after the intense shopping trip, Y/N was exhausted. And her baby was restless, crying even after being fed and changed. The teenager was frustrated and tired, but she refused to hand the baby over to Nat, who offered many times.
But Natasha had another plan. She turned on a movie on the TV and let Y/n sit on the bed, shushing her child desperately.
"Why don't we try her new crib? Maybe she'll settle in there?"
Y/n looked over with heavy eyelids and reluctantly stood up. Her legs buckled slightly but she continued walking to place the baby in the crib. Nat handed her a pacifier but the teenager stared at her blankly, confused at the item she was holding.
"May I?" Nat asked, gesturing to the child.
"Careful." Y/n hissed.
Nat approached the infant and slotted the pacifier into her mouth, smiling at how her cried were instantly silenced.
"ведьма (witch)." Y/n mumbled, watching as her daughter fell asleep within the minute.
"Спасибо, дорогая. (Thank you darling.)" Nat quipped with a smirk as she watched the teenager climb back onto her bed. "Why don't you come onto mine? We can watch a movie?"
Y/N's eyes filled with fear. "Not Snow White. Please no."
Natasha pushed painful memories down and she shook her head. "Definitely not. I still can't watch it."
Y/n shrugged and hesitantly climbed onto Natasha's bed, sticking close to the edge nearest the crib. But Nat didn't comment. She was too busy trying to suppress her excitement over the improvements Y/n had made in such a short amount of time.
She put an episode of Friends on, knowing it was lighthearted and not likely to trigger any fresh memories that Y/n still had.
But she didn't need to worry. Within 10 minutes the teenager was fast asleep, her head resting on Nat's shoulder ever so slightly. The redhead didn't move. She couldn't. This girl was trusting her more and more. The improvement that had been made in a week was beyond anything Nat had ever expected. She paused the movie and switched off the main light, wrapping her arm gently around Y/n's shoulders.
~~~
(5 months later)
Y/n shot up in bed, chest heaving as she broke out of her nightmare. Her eyes automatically darted to the crib beside her bed... but it was empty.
"Mama! Mama! где мой малыш! (Where is my baby!)" She leaped out of bed and raced out of the room, looking everywhere as she ran to the corridor.
She kept yelling for Natasha, calls becoming more and more frantic the longer it went on. But Nat heard her and called back, summoning her into the kitchen.
"I can't find Talia! Someone must have taken h-" The teenager stopped in her tracks, not expecting what she saw infront of her.
Her 7 month old daughter, Talia, was sat in her high chair, eating yoghurt from the spoon that Nat was feeding her. There were berries scattered across the countertop and with every spoonful of yoghurt came a wipe to the mouth from Nat.
"Little miss over her was extra fussy this morning so I made breakfast. Thought you might want to sleep in a bit more."
Y/n breathed out a sigh of relief and leaned against the doorway for a second to catch her breath. "I thought she'd been taken!"
"Well, she just gets more Natty time, don't you little one?" Talia cooed in response, her tiny fists smushing a blackberry on her tray. "Oh you're a messy girl."
"Here Mama, I can clean her."
"Ah ah! I know what I'm doing." Wanda was sat on the other side of the counter eating a plate of pancakes, but she burst out laughing as Talia squished another berry and it squirted onto Nat's white shirt.
"Talia! No baby. Don't play with food." Y/n said, grabbing another wipe for Nat, who accepted it gracefully.
"Good morning Maximoff, Romanoff, Mini-Romanoff and.... Mini-Mini Romanoff." Tony made himself known as he entered the kitchen, Pepper not far behind him.
Over the last 5 months, Y/n had become more comfortable with the rest of the team, especially Tony who spoilt her rotten. He was forever ordering random items or adding updates to her room with Natasha, even without being asked.
"Good morning Stark." Y/n acknowledged him with a smile.
"Nice moves Grandma!" Tony teased as Nat danced around, wiggling her hips, causing her to pause. She grabbed Talia's soggy rabbit plushie that she had been chewing and hurled it at his head, which he only just managed to duck to avoid.
Talia giggled at the sight of her bunny flying through the air and everyone froze.
"Was that her first laugh?" Wanda asked, and Y/n grinned.
"My clever girl! Mama loves her clever girl!"Y/n picked her up from her high chair and held her up, peppering her face in kisses. Talia giggled even more, kicking her legs at the funny feeling.
Nat sank down onto a chair next to Wanda and watched her new daughter and granddaughter laughing together. Tony had given the child her bunny back, and was having fun playing peek-a-boo with her as Y/n held her.
"They've both done so well." Wanda commented as she watched the scene unfold.
"I'm so proud of her. I'm going to ask Fury for adoption papers today." Nat smiled as she felt Wanda's eyes on the side of her face.
"Really?" Wanda's voice was laced with excitement. "You're going to make it official?"
Nat nodded. "She will officially be Y/n Romanoff. My Y/n Romanoff."
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OKAY HERE WE GO LET’S TALK.
- there was nothing I disliked?? Like sure it had its flaws as all big budget spectacles do but the only glaringly obvious flaw would be if you liked Adam Warlock, which I do not. That fucking gold himbo twink was fucking hilarious.
- ROCKET’S BACKSTORY WAS SOMEHOW WORSE THAN I IMAGINED??? I played him for like six years on DWRP and had tons of headcanons, do you know how HARD it is for canon to be more heartbreaking than my brain??
- I’m so glad my animal abuse squick does not apply to CGI animals. If your animal abuse squick does apply to CGI, you will have a BAD TIME.
- The Rocket content in this movie was off the chain considering he spent half of it in a coma.
- I am always a slut for “your favorite character is the most important thing in the world to a villain and he’ll stop at nothing to get him.” So, uh, good job Gunn!!! You read me for filth pal.
- Love how “I’m lobotomizing my blorbo because no one else is doing it” in LitMoR reflected real life. Let’s lobotomize all my favorite characters.
- BABY ROCKET WAS SO FUCKING CUTE. MUMBLING HIS WAY THROUGH TECHNOBABBLE. I ALMOST DIED. Just all the baby Rocket. He is a sweet little angel.
- how the fuck did you give that raccoon a Philly accent my dude.
- High Evolutionary going down as one of my favorite marvel bad guys because of being OTT and so unhinged his own people were like dude chill.
- “you’re unreasonably obsessed with that animal.” BITCH ME TOO.
- I assume Rocket’s crying fit after Lylla got shot was Bradley Cooper and if so he and Spike Spencer need to go sit in a room and think about what they’ve done to my heart. People doing gut wrenching sobs with only their voice gut me.
- A member of the audience SCREAMED when Lylla got shot. That sums it up.
- love that Rocket ripped that guy’s face off. Love that he didn’t blow his head off. You left him to die!! You could’ve finished him off!!
-PHYLLA-VEL????
- COSMO WAS BEST GIRL. Her being so mad and distressed that Kraglin called her a bad dog was the best running gag.
- we got the first onscreen appearance of Rocket introducing himself as “Rocket Raccoon.” Bless his heart.
- When Rocket almost died and Lylla sent him back, my sister turned to me sobbing and said she hated me for making her like these movies and me through tears said “yeah I know.”
-We have not ruled out Asexual Rocket which was the only headcanon I wanted to keep and Lylla was RIGHT THERE. So I was concerned.
- I love how mean 2014 Gamora is. She’s the best.
- I don’t have a lot of thoughts that aren’t about Rocket, guys. If you want more thoughts, go to the person who isn’t obsessed with a raccoon.
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Fish Lips Part 5
Ship: Aonung x Kiri's twin sister!Reader
Warnings: Language, bullying, gore, fighting, talk of war, injury and blood, slow burn, enemies to lovers (not really a warning just some people don't like that trope), death of (a) character(s), not proofread
Words: 2,170
Keys: (y/n) = your name,,(y/i/n) = your Ikran's name,, Neural Queue= the braid extension of a Na'vi's nervous system that allows them to link up to animals and Ewya,,(y/II/n) = your ilu's name,,
Chapters; Introduction || Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8 || Part 9 || Part 10 ||
Spoilers for Avatar: The Way of Water A whole ass lot.
Did I tell yall I love ya??????? Nicest ppl ever, I just wanna hug ya n squeeeeze yaa. Okay funny story, my cat King Cinnamon is an insane orange cat, and I was watching Avatar again (It's literally on replay every time I write these fics) and he would only attack the screen when Jake was on the tv. I made him stop ofc, but it was hilarious, HE WOULD HUG THE TV AND TRY TO BITE JAKES FACE LMFAOOA. I don't think he likes Jake much (He is an avid tv watcher btw.)
I deleted this chapter like six times cuz I hated it, I still do but I'm tired of redoing it so I hope you all like it. Ik I said slow burn and it seems like I'm rushing but dw this story still has a long way to go.
It had become a routine of yours and Aonung's to sit on 'his' rock at night, normally just a silent moment between you both. Almost every night you would swim to the rock, and he'd be right next to you ten minutes later. Sometimes he would speak, other times you would, but normally it was just enjoying each other's company.
It has been four months, but you still weren't on the best of terms in your opinion. He'd still let out an insult here and there and you'd jab right back. You took notice of the drastic difference in his behavior towards you, especially lined up next to your siblings.
You didn't understand what was so special about you, you were practically a carbon copy of your brothers, especially Lo'ak who Aonung seemed to dislike the most. Well, technically both of you acted like your father when he was younger, according to your mother.
Rash, irresponsible, and shoot first, ask questions later. Of course, you'd just roll your eyes at that, you couldn't imagine your father getting into stupid fights and arguments. Which was in fact what you were doing in this exact moment with Lo'ak.
" You broke my necklace, you bitch." You yelled, the last part in English, and Lo'ak glowered at you, Tsireya cocked her head at you in confusion.
You stuck out your broken necklace, the beads missing and some handpicked rocks you got from home. His ears went back." Wasn't me!" He snarled, ears going back and smirk from his face falling." You were the only one in the Marui before it was broken." You pointed at his chest; he smacked your hand away.
" It wasn't me, stop always blaming me!" He yelled and you rolled your eyes." Oh yeah then-"
" Knock it off!" Kiri yelled at you two, glaring as well as she could as Tuk braided her hair. You both glared at each other." Mother fucker." You hissed in his ear quietly, and he side eyed you.
" Dickhead."
" Twat face."
You both covered your mouths and giggled to yourself at the childish insults, completely forgetting the argument you were just in." You guys should teach me English! I wanna know what you're saying!" Tsireya stated and you both looked at each other.
" Lo'ak can teach you." You smiled at her patting his back. Aonung, Rotxo, and Neteyam swam over. They were teaching Neteyam how to hunt under the water so that they could take him on hunts.
" What's up." Rotxo waved his hand in greeting, and You all waved back. " I'm trying to convince them to teach me English." Tsireya announced and Neteyam looked at you and you shrugged in response.
" I already caught on to one." Tsireya spoke proudly and you raised a brow." Oh yeah?"
" Yeah, 'bitch'." She repeated your words and you and Lo'ak cringed as Neteyam whipped his head at you two." That's...not really a good thing to say." Lo'ak explained and you snickered quietly to yourself.
"Oh, apologies." She went a bit lower in the water in embarrassment." What does it mean?" Rotxo asked and Aonung eyed you as you giggled with Lo'ak, he had been watching you a lot more, but you pretended not to notice. Neteyam rolled his eyes." It's an insult usually towards girls."
Neteyam glared at you, and you shrugged, you really didn't know she was going to catch on and take interest in your small talks in English with Lo'ak. It normally wasn't even a full conversation; it was more throwing insults and giggling about it afterwards. it was a little game you guys did, having childish humor like the two of you have it was just between you guys.
" Why are you insulting Lo'ak with a female insult?" Tsireya questioned and everyone turned to you." Because he's a big baby girl." You teased taking a braid in his hair and twirling it to piss him off.
He smacked your hand away as you snickered at his annoyance." Anyways, what do you wanna do today?" He asked and everyone looked at each other. " I'm gonna go fix the necklace you broke." You exclaimed huffing at Lo'ak who rolled his eyes." That's what you get for calling me a female insult." You saw a smirk on his face, and you rolled your eyes back at him.
" Seeya." You waved at them, and everyone said goodbye, except for Aonung he just gave a small wave. When you got out of the waters Kiri called you over.
"Yeah?" Kiri nudged her head towards the water where everyone else was." You have an admirer." She teased as Tuk moved her head back into place." Stop moovingg." Tuk whined, you turned your head a bit to catch Aonung flick his eyes back to your big brother. You shook your head." Nah."
" Yes so. He's been staring at you the entire time." You rolled your eyes and waved a hand at her." Okay, whatever you say." She shook her head and went back to her conversation with Tuk as you walked towards your Marui.
When you got back to your families pod your mother was there with Ronal. They stopped and turned to look at you as you awkwardly stood at the entrance." Oh, sorry." You gave a half smile and Ronal's face flickered to the necklace in your hand.
" My, you're quite the crafty one." She put her hands out, gesturing for you to place the necklace in her hands. You did so hesitantly." It was almost finished but it got broken." You explained rubbing the back of your neck.
She ran her hands along the rocks and beads, after an awkward silence she looked up at you." Would you like to help me craft sometime?" She asked, going back to looking at the necklace." Me? Sure!" You grinned at her, and she nodded.
" It's gorgeous dear." She complimented and your ears darkened. You bowed your head a bit in thanks." Thank you." You breathed and smiled, Neytiri handed you a basket as you began to turn and leave.
" Please grab some more fruits for dinner on your way back." She ran her hand over your hair affectionately and you leaned into her touch before she pulled away patting your shoulder.
You gave her a smile before you left to the woods behind the branches of woods that made up the Metkayina village. As you walked slowly through the batch of woods you heard the sound of footsteps behind you.
You turned around, Aonung staring at you with his unbothered stare that he has been giving you all week. You both just stared at each other awkwardly until you cleared your throat to speak." Are you following me?" You smirked and he looked away for a moment before meetings your eyes." No." He responded, surprisingly no smug or rude comment.
You squinted your eyes at him." You've been acting weird." You waited for a response, but he just started walking past you." I'll show you where the best place is to pick fruits if you zip your lip." He smirked at your face; annoyance plastered on it.
You raised an eyebrow at him." Fine then looks like you won't be sharing this amazing fruit picking location because my lips aren't gonna seal for you." You walked past him and continued straight. You didn't hear anything as you continued to walk forward, so you thought he was gone.
" Man, that boy." You mumbled, flicking a branch in front of you." What about me?" His voice rang out and you let out a quick scream. " Jesus Christ, man!!" You held your hand to your racing heart, he let a loud laugh." Who is Jesus Christ?" He asked and you scoffed." Some famous guy from Earth."
" That's a weird thing to yell out after being scared, do I look like Jesus or something?" He asked, his face looked serious, but his eyes were glistening with mirth. It was your turn to laugh." Not even close!" You bent over the basket you were holding your ears and cheeks a dark purple.
When you got done laughing you looked up at him, he was watching your face the whole time. A peaceful silence broke out as you stared at each other as you gained your composure." I still don't like you; you know." He spoke matter of fact, and you rolled your eyes.
" We were having a moment." You turned forward and began your walk again, which this time you noticed his presence." Why did you follow me out here?" Your question booming through the quiet forest. He didn't respond until you turned around to give him a quizzical look.
" I just wanted a walk, is it a crime that I accidentally ran into you." He shrugged and you squinted your eyes at him." In the same spot as me?" You quirked a brow at him, he folded his arms across his chest." It's a pathway bound to be walked on." He argued and he pointed forward.
" Plus, your headed to a beautiful spot where I like to sit." He took a step towards you with a smirk." Wanna join me?" He quizzed but you didn't by it. How come every time your alone and he shows up he claims you're on his spot or area.
After a few beats if silence, his smirk slowly turning to an annoyed pout." Fine don't, you're missing out though, on a great view." He was really trying to convince you to come without actually saying it.
" Oh please, I am the greatest view." You joked and his eyes roamed you up and down before he shrugged and spun on his feet." Hey what was that for?" You hissed at him, and you tugged his arm as you followed him through the trees.
" Aonung?" You looked up at the boy who was giving you a mischievous look. " Look." He poked your cheek directing your face forward as he moved a large leaf out of the front of you. " Woah." You breathed; a waterfall was in front of you with a lake surrounding it.
" See told you." He walked towards a rock and sits on it; you follow close behind looking at all of the plants surrounding the water." Do you have these in the forest?" He asked and you shrugged." Waterfalls and lakes yeah but some of the plants are different."
You admired a flower that was near Aonung's leg, and he looked down." How'd you find this place?" You asked, he placed his feet in the water." Well, it wasn't hard to find I just used my eyes." You scoffed, you moved onto a different rock, placing your mother's basket next to you.
You dipped one foot into the water, moving your feet in the warm water. You could feel his eyes on your and you turned your head his way." You've been staring at me." You spoke, and he turned his head fully towards you.
" I haven't." He scoffed in denial, and you rolled your eyes, smirking at him. " Well thanks for showing me your lovely place, I still don't like and I need to go get fruit for my mother." You stood up and he got up as well." I'll show you the fruit spot."
You unconsciously smiled at him which made him give you a quizzical look." What?" He asked and you wiped the smile from your face." What, I wasn't' smiling."
He rolled his eyes and gestured for you to follow, you picked up your pace and fell beside him as he walked you towards this fruit pocket of a sort. It was a peaceful silence that followed your walk towards the fruit but the whole time you were wondering as to why he was being so nice to you today.
" That necklace you had in your hand in the waters with Lo'ak," He broke the silence, but pausing to make sure you were listening." Who is it for?" You shrugged at his unusual question." It was more for a reminder of home, but since it lost some of it's pieces I don't think I'll finish it." You stated, smiling at the thought of Ronal's compliment of it." Why do you ask?"
" No reason." When you reached the area Aonung helped you pick some but reminded you he was doing himself a favor and not there to help you. When you got done picking you headed back with him, it was almost late afternoon, so you had to hurry it up.
" I still don't like you, forest girl." He reminded you once you reached the point where you went your separate ways." Yeah yeah, don't think I like you either fish boy." He shook his head and walked away. Today was definitely an odd day, but peaceful nonetheless, you felt like you were finally starting to fit in.
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Sarah my sweet sweet babe can you do a story where Eddie is a single dad of twins who are maybe in like 5th grade and Reader is Steve’s sister who works at the library and that’s where he meets her? Their names can be whatever you want!❤️❤️❤️
Hiii lovey!! So I am just now noticing you said 5th grade and not them being 5 so I am very sorry about that😂🙈 I went with them being 5 and this is very short but it’s to give you an idea of how a story like this could go? To test the waters if you will? I hope you enjoy💖
*The girl’s names are super random and can change if you have something you like better! It will 10000% not hurt my feelings if you hate the names lol*
*Eddie just wants to take his girls to get some new books but as always they have other ideas*
“Daddy is not going to let you get all those.” You place your hand over your mouth to cover your giggle as you see two little girls walk past you, both with their arms full of books.
“He will too they are his favorite.” You slowly follow behind them with your cart full of books to place back in their correct spot on the shelves. You can’t help but notice the section of the library they wondered out of, science fiction, which wouldn’t be an issue if they didn’t seem to be no older than maybe five or six.
“How do you know? You can’t even read.” The blonde one stops in her tracks and turns so she’s glaring at her brunette haired sister.
“Now that’s just rude.” You’re about to ask the little girls if they need help finding their dad when all of a sudden someone rounds the corner and lets out a dramatic sigh when he sees them.
“It’s about time.” He says as he reaches down and fixes the bow in the blonde girl’s hair that’s keeping half of it up while the rest flows freely past her shoulders. “I was about the send out a search party.” The girls laugh as he kneels down so he’s eye level with them. “Let’s see what we’ve got here….Rachel first since she’s the one who asked oh so nicely to visit the library in the first place.” The brunette little girl grins as she hands the man her pile of books.
You lean against your cart as you watch the interaction between the three of them. Rachel is all smiles as the man who you can only assume based on how all three of them have the same curly hair and big brown eyes is their dad, looks over her selection of books putting one in a stack next to his converse covered foot. The other little girl is patently waiting her turn but also smiling as her dad puts another book on the stack next to his foot.
“Excellent choices sweetheart but I say let’s maybe stick with the Harry Potter series for now and let’s save the Hunger Games for another time?” You feel your eyes go wide as he mentions two book series that are usually read by much older kids. Rachel just nods her head and picks up the two books next to his feet, both being Harry Potter books. “Now let’s see what you’ve got going on over here little miss Lydia.” You smile as she proudly hands over her stack of books and the man instantly smiles and nods as he picks up the first book on the stack. “Really? Again? We’ve read it six times already princess.” You see that the book in his hand is the Hobbit and you’re not surprised based on the other little girl’s selections.
“I like Bilbo.” Lydia explains and the man just smiles and puts it on the floor next to his foot, creating another keep pile like he did for Rachel.
“Honey…this is the whole Lord of the Rings trilogy…don’t you want something you haven’t heard before?” Lydia just shakes her head and he just lets out a sigh of defeat as he places the three books on top of the Hobbit. “Okay well let’s help Rachel put her books back that she’s not getting.” With that Lydia grabs one of the books that Rachel picked that didn’t make it to the keep stack as the man picks up the lord of the rings series.
“Told you he’d let me get them all.” Lydia smirks as Rachel just playfully rolls her eyes, you quickly try to act busy so it’s not painfully obvious you just spent the last five minutes watching a man and his little girls pick their next library books.
“Excuse me ma’am,” You turn your head and all of a sudden you’re face too face with the dad and you have to admit he is extremely handsome up close and personal. “Can they give these to you? I’d normally take them back myself but we are running late for someone’s music lessons.” He smiles down as Rachel before looking back up at you with hopeful eyes.
“Oh of course.” Rachel and Lydia each hand you a book and give you kind smiles before they turn and take off towards the front of the library so they can check out their books. “They have great taste.” You joke as you place the first two volumes of the hunger games on your cart full of go backs.
“They do don’t they? At least for two kids who can’t read yet and just make their dad do it all for them.” You laugh making Eddie smile as he moves the books in his arms to one side so he can reach his hand out towards you. “I’m Eddie…Munson.” You make a mental note of his name in your head because you swear you’ve heard it before as you reach your hand out to shake his.
“Nice to meet you Eddie.” You say after you introduce yourself. “I think you’re being summoned.” Eddie raises an eyebrow as he looks over his shoulder and low and behold there’s his two girls waving him down and pointing at their wrists letting him know he needs to hurry because they’re already late, not that they are old enough to tell time but they just are impatient and want to leave the library.
“Ah yes my little timekeepers.” You laugh as he looks back at you and smiles. “Nice meeting you…maybe I’ll see you next time?” You’re not sure if he meant to ask it like a question but you just nod making him grin before he turns and heads off into the directions of his girls who are now visibly showing their annoyance of having to wait for him.
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What He Deserves
Tim Rockford x female reader
My blog overall is Fanfiction is 18+ MDNI
Main Masterlist / Tim Rockford Masterlist
Word Count: 1.3k
Summary: Tim thinks about what went wrong in your relationship.
Warnings: Sad Tim, angst, body issues, domestic fluff
Notes: I'm trying to write shorter fics to try and get my juices going hopefully for other fics I'm supposed to be working on.
Tim wonders what could have been had he just told you then. That you make him laugh, make him glad that the day’s finally done, that your hand is the one he wants to hold while watching Rocky III for the 50th time. He knows you hate it but you’ll watch it with him because he has you place your legs in his lap while his calloused hands run over your skin.
What should he have said? He wasn’t ready and he didn’t want to lose you. Despite being the gruff man he is, you’d brought out a soft side of him. Something he’d long forgotten since his children were grown and had their own lives. Tim ran his hands over his scalp as the water ran down his back. He had renovated the house for you, your own office, a large shower with dual sinks so you two could get ready in the morning together. He used to joke with you that maybe he should get a brightly colored bonnet too so that he could still see when the lights were off. You’d slap him on the shoulder.
Turning the water off and stepping out of the shower, he looked at himself through the steamy haze. He’s older, more gray than the chocolate brown he’d had. A bit rounder due to those dinners and lunches you’d make him before bed. Now he was back to take out. He’d never thought he would come to hate the stuff but he loathes it now. It means you’re not here with him. You’d put him on vegetable duty while you handled the meat and starches. The doctor said his numbers had never been better and he could stop taking two of his blood pressure pills.
Now what does he do? Who will he talk to at the end of the day? Hold at night? Have to make fun of him a little for his ties and shirts even though you’ll iron them and tie his tie for him in the morning.
He knows you’re at your sister’s place. It’s been a week. The longest fight you’d had. He should have just done the same thing when you asked him about smoothies that he never drank and that you didn’t either, “it’s something to think about.”
Rockford knows you likely weren’t even going to push for anything to happen this year or the next, you’re both in your mid-fourties’ so kids weren’t the issue. You’d just wanted to talk about tying the knot. Taking his name as you’d explained or hyphenating it. He thinks back to the night in question:
Tim’s reaction had been so visceral. “No we’re not. We don’t have to, didn’t we agree to that?!” The look on your face told him his mistake. He should have remained silent or just said he’d think about it. But three bad marriages and four kids from two different women colored him sour to the idea. He knew you’d never been married, that you loved him. You have for the five years you’ve been with him.
He has a rare day off today. He should go and use it to talk things out, explain why even though you’re aware of his past. Likely not about his feelings, most people would assume Tim Rockford would have moved on but he doesn’t. Not easily. It’s why it had taken him so long to ask you to dinner all those years ago. He’d still felt like a failure, a whole ‘three strikes you’re out’ deal. Life isn’t like that. You’re only out when you’re dead, which he’s not.
In the car, Tim listens to instrumental blues, his feelings floating out of the window with the saxophone. He pulls in front of your sister’s home and sees you sitting on the porch, holding your niece. She’s six but still likes to be held sometimes. You see him and nod, standing and carrying her inside. He steps out and walks across the yard, asking to sit down. Graciously, you allow him to. Your sister peeps her head out and tosses him a dirty look and asks if you’re okay. You say you are and wave her away.
“She still hates me, I see.”
“Well, she had gotten to the point of tolerating you but it’s back to hate.” Your eyes are red and puffy. Dark circles underneath them tell him what you won’t. He has the same eyes so he knows.
“Sweetheart. I’m sorry I reacted that way. I just…I should have listened.” Tim admits. He’s an excellent listener. You need to be able to interrogate and be a detective. He’d failed the other night though, completely.
“Thanks for coming, Tim. I didn’t mean to bring it up so suddenly. I just wondered if you’d thought about it at all. I guess not.” You turned away from him and looked over the yard, he doesn’t know what your eyes are looking for but he does see fear. You’re scared of what? He reached for your hand, touching it tentatively before grasping it after you didn't pull away. “Or maybe you never thought you would again. Because of the hurt and rejection.”
Your last word stings as his grip tightens slightly. That might be part of your fear, the rejection he gave you that night. He sighs, he can’t deny that it wasn’t, but he wants you to know.
“I love you. I didn’t mean to reject you or the idea of us getting married. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I…” He pauses. He pondered why it stung so badly when you’d asked. “I wasn’t or rather I’m not sure if I deserve you being tethered to me for the rest of your days. I don’t feel like I’m deserving of that anymore. I’m thankful that you’re with me honey.”
Your eyes are wide and he’s trying to calculate how badly he’s messed up this time. He was honest but what he said did half sound like a break up and then begging. Where was he going with this? Did he even have a plan? You stood while holding his hand then shook it off. Tim thought you might stomp inside the house but you didn’t. You bent down and kissed his forehead and then his lips softly.
“For such a brilliant man, you’re an idiot Timothy Rockford.” His confusion led to a beaming smile from you. “I’m with you and want to marry you because I want to be tied to you Tim. I’m the happiest I’ve been. You deserve to have someone you love beside you as I do.”
Tim shoots up out of his chair and wraps his arms around you, squeezing you almost making you wince. “I’m sorry for being an idiot. I’m your idiot detective baby.” A swift kiss to your shoulder as you tell him you’re going to go inside and pack your bags.
The drive home had Jazz and some classic disco thrown in for you. Singing badly together as you pulled up in the driveway, Tim carried two of your bags as you held your purse. The house was just as you’d left it, minus the take out on the counter. You chuckled at the sight and told Tim you’d cook after putting your things away. He went upstairs to help you and assisted in cooking and putting the take out away. Laughter resumed in the once cold home.
“I think I should make you Mrs. Rockford sooner rather than later.” Tim cooed in your ear as he held you after dinner, rocking you slowly as his chin rested on your shoulder.
“Is that right? It can be small Tim. I’m not one for fuss and too many people. Really, I’d prefer a small wedding and then we spend a few weeks somewhere tropical.” Your hand ran through his graying locks, cut short as he preferred, you chuckled from his beard against your neck.
“Anything you want. I’m fine with it, I’ll have to fit into a tux.” He chuckled and you shook your head.
“You know you look damn good in a suit, Rockford.”
“You’re always right honey.”
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Insomnia
So the readers mom gets like sick and put into the hospital and the reader finds out, but doesn't tell sam because she didn't want sam to worry, so she snuck off everyday to the hospital to visit her, She developed depression and really bad anxiety and insomnia and sam finds out. Sorry if it's not good, I forgot about this and then came back to it and rushed the end so yeah 👍.
This contains: mentions of depression, anxiety, insomnia, angst, a little fluff (I would've wrote more but I needed to post smth 😭😭), and other stuff like this. If this or anything else makes you uncomfortable, I recommend that you do NOT read this.
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THIRD PERSON POV
Sam, Y/n, Mindy, Chad, and Tara, have all moved to NY six months ago after the ghostface attacks. Y/n's mom lived in New York and Y/n was always close with her mom, her mom made her feel loved and always put her first, when Y/n first told her mom about dating sam, her mom was very supportive and loved sam like she loved Y/n. When Y/n told her mom that they were moving to NY, her mom was very happy. Her mom lived in Brooklyn while Y/n and Sam lived in the city so they lived about 30 minutes away from each other. After 2 months of living in NY, Y/n's mom got really sick and put into the hospital, she eventually fell into a coma. Y/n's dad left her and her mom when she was 2 so they had no contact with him, so Y/n was the only person the hospital called when she got put there, since they had no other family, her mom's parents died and her sister lived in another country and has no contact with them. Y/n snuck off to the hospital every day to visit her mom, she hasn't slept in 4 months and hasn't been the same. Anika quickly became best friends with Y/n, so when she wasn't with Mindy, she was with Y/n. Sam and Anika have noticed but Y/n just lies and says she is fine.
Y/N'S POV
It was 1pm, which was the usual time that I went to visit my mother in the hospital, I told sam that I had to go to my job, praying she wouldn't find any of this out. The insomnia, the depression, the anxiety, the pills, everything else, all of it, if she found out, she would be pissed that I've been lying to her.
"Bye sam, I have to go to work."
"Yep, I know, bye." She came over to me and tried to hug me before I left, but I flinched when she put her arms out, causing her to not hug me.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I'm great, love you, bye."
"Love you too..." was the last thing I heard before walking out the door and to my car.
SAM'S POV
Y/n has been acting really weird lately, she usually loves physical touch but she flinches every time I try to hug her, she hates only saying "love you" because she says "it has less meaning if you don't put the I in front of it" but she hasn't said "I love you" in who knows how long, she stares off into space all the time, and her eyes, they look exhausted. She goes to her job everyday at 12:30 pm, she doesn't tell me where she works and she shows up very late every night. Anika was the only one to seem who noticed. Anika was thankfully at our dorm so I could tell her what happened this time, Chad, Ethan, Tara, Anika, and Quinn all had a small hangout. I walked up to Anika to pull her aside for a second.
"Hey can I talk to you for a second?" I asked
"Yeah, is everything okay?"
"Yeah, it's just something important I have to talk to you about." I said before walking into my room with her following behind.
"She's being weird again." I told her
"What happened this time?" She asked me, we always told each other if she was acting weird, we asked her if she was okay, but she always said yes, we both doubted it though.
"She said 'love you' again and flinched when I tried to hu g her."
"Ask her about it Sam, and this time don't just ask if she's okay, because she obviously isn't, tell her that she can trust you, and she can tell you anything, but if she doesn't say anything just give her time, she'll open up about it soon."
"I can try, if I see her tonight, thanks Anika, you can go back to Mindy now."
One secret I knew about Y/n was that even though she was 25, she still kept a notebook that she wrote in like a diary, like a 13 year old. I knew I shouldn't have, but I wanted to figure out what was going on, so I looked in the place she hid it, and grabbed it, I opened it and started reading.
June 2022
One of my mom's friends went over to her house today, they found her passed out on the floor, she called an ambulance and they took her in, she was put in a coma, I don't know how to feel, but I told sam I got a job, and left today to visit her at the hospital, she was cold, lifeless, seeing her like this hurt me, I couldn't tell sam, I didn't want her to worry about me, plus it'll ll probably be fine soon.
September 2022
It's been 3 months, she's not awake, I've had little to no sleep during this time, I developed depression and worse anxiety problems, I sneak to the hospital everyday at 1pm still claiming I'm going to work. I think Sam and Anika have started to notice, they ask me a lot if I'm okay. Every time Sam touches me, I think of my mom when I was little, I know it's a weird comparison but idk it's just how I feel, I miss it, but I just don't want a reminder of what's been going on.
October 2022
I've suffered from insomnia for 4 months now, all because in my restless dreams, I see her face, her pale lifeless body, laying there. It's all getting worse, I still haven't told sam, I don't want her to worry.
Y/N'S POV
I walked into the room my mom was in, again, like I have for the last four months. I'm staring at her cold lifeless body, every time I see her my heart just shatters, seeing her like this everyday, asking myself if it will ever just get better.
Before all of this happened, I loved physical touch, when sam's warm soft hands would intertwine with my fingers, or wrap around my waist. I loved it. I miss it, but every time she touches me, I think of my mom. When sam puts her hands on my shoulders it makes me think of a game me and my mom played where I would hide and when she found me she would be secretive and put her hands on my shoulders to scare me. When sam hugs me I think of how I would run into my mom's arms everyday she picked me up from school. When sam kisses me on the forehead or cheek, I think of my mom kissing my forehead or cheek when saying goodnight. It is a weird comparison but of course my mom did it out of love, but family type of love, while sam does it out of romantic love, but her touch just reminds me of my mom when I was a kid. I understand it sounds weird, but idk.
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I get back to the apartment, thinking it would be a normal day, but the second I saw sam, I was interrogated with many questions.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Is she okay?"
"Are you okay, well I know the answer to that, but you should've told me, I worry more now that you didn't tell me about this."
I looked at her confused, why would she know any of this, I couldn't think why she would know, until she held up the diary, I know I'm 25 and it's stupid but it's a nice way to get my feelings out.
"I uh, I don't know, I'm sorry, I should've told you sooner." Tears brimmed at my eyelids, I tried to hold them back but I couldn't, I stared at sam for a moment until the warm tears trickled down my cheeks and wouldn't stop. She gave me a concerning look, but didn't hug me because she knew about the touch thing. I walked up to her, wrapped my arms around her, and tightly gripped onto her shirt. She wrapped her arms around me and rubbed my back, she put her other hand on my head until she picked me up, my legs wrapped around her waist and face buried in the crook of her neck.
We sat there for a few minutes until I calmed down.
"Listen, you know you can tell me anything right? It hurts me to see you in this state, I can see you have barely slept, I've noticed the anxiety and everything else. You can talk to me whenever, if you want to talk to me about this, I'm willing to listen whenever you're ready and whenever you want to talk. I love you." Is what she said before kissing my forehead.
"Thank you, I'm sorry that I didn't tell you before, I just couldn't, but you know now so I'll tell you more about it later, I'm still not exactly ready. I love you sam."
She looked at me and smiled, she then passionately kissed me, and ofc not being able to resist, I kissed her back. I love her.
A/N
Sorry about the end, I kind of forgot about this and needed to quickly finish it 😭😭😭, anyways it's almost summer and i'm really excited, except for the fact that I have to leave my friends which makes me very sad, I wished for it to be summer and now it almost is and I regret it because I might not see some of my best friends ever again ☹️☹️. Anyways I hope you liked this chapter.
UPDATE: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS GOING ON THROUGH MY HEAD WHEN I WROTE THIS, IM NGL I HATE IT, BUT IT HAD THE SECOND HIGHEST AMOUNT OF VOTES ON WATTPAD 😭😭. ALSO FUCK THE AUTHORS NOTE, ITS ALMOST SCHOOL, AND IM NOT FUCKING EXCITED, IT WAS ONLY ONE FRIEND I WAS LEAVING BRO, AND I STILL TALK TO HER, BUT WTF WAS GOING THROUGH MY MIND WHILE WRITING THIS, I MEAN ITS WHATEVER IG. BTW THIS AND SICK WERE ALSO FROM MAY.
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☁️ BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND #3
summary ⎯ venus has had her eyes on her brother's best friend chris for as long as she can remember but she is far too scared that's all she is to him, his best friend's little sister. what happens when she realises he sees her in a different light and how will she and chris keep it hidden from her brother who has always told his friends never to meddle about with his sister.
part one! ♯ part two! ♯ part four! ♯ part five! ♯
part six!
warnings ⎯ suggestive and sexual, eventual smut, chris x fem!oc, fluff, cursing, kind of angst (?)
A/N ⎯ finally working on something with parts to it so i'm excited!! as a reminder, leo and venus do not exist irl, i just chose any random names for the sake of the story.
i hope you enjoy <3
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it's been almost a week since whatever happened on leo's birthday and venus has been unable to get chris out of her head. she's always been unable to get him out of her head but ever since that interaction and his words to her brother, it's gotten so much worse. she thinks about him all the time. she doesn't even know how to act to the point whenever he comes over to their house or she goes over to his, she tries her best to avoid him so she doesn't make a mess out of everything.
she's well aware he's currently at her house because she heard him laugh with leo as they walked to his room a while ago. she chose not to greet him like she usually does and waited until he was fully away in leo's room before she did anything. it's been a few hours since he's been here and she's getting a little hungry so she begins to head to the kitchen. the lights are all shut and there isn't much light coming in from outside so she doesn't even see chris in the kitchen until she flickers the switch.
she curses at the sudden presence and of course he laughs loudly, "sorry saturn, i would have turned the light on if i knew you'd get scared but i thought you were still hibernating in your room."
"i'm not hibernating in my room, whatever the fuck that means," she laughs at his words and shakes her head, moving to lean against the counter.
"really? i feel like i haven't seen you in forever, you're always in your room whenever i come over. are you okay?" his voice shift to one that is laced with concern and it honestly makes her melt; he's just so sweet when he needs to be and it never fails to amaze her just how in tune he is with the emotions of his loved ones.
she gives him a soft smile, "i'm fine, i've just been feeling lazy the past few days."
okay so she's lying but she has no idea what else she can say without revealing her feelings. it's not as though she can confess how she's been avoiding him because his words and everything about him is driving her insane. she starts to think again and doesn't realise the way she zones out or even hear whatever chris' response is.
"venus?" it's her actual name that snaps her out of it.
not many people close to her call her by her name, they all have some nickname of some sort that has always stuck, but there's just something about the way it sounds coming from chris. it sounds soft and beautiful and even though he rarely ever calls her venus, it sounds normal. when other people say it, it sounds foreign to her ears and she doesn't quite register it but with chris it seems so natural.
"sorry what?" she looks at him and notices he's a lot closer now, only a few steps away with worry engulfing his eyes and clouding his expression.
"hey, what's wrong? something's off," his voice is so soft, she almost wants to reach out and pluck the sound from the air despite how impossible that is.
"i'm just thinking," she shrugs and the frown on his face expands and she instantly regrets it; she hates seeing him upset more than anything.
and then he shatters her heart entirely, "did i do something wrong?"
"what? no chris of course not, you've done nothing i promise," she shakes her head as quick as she can, hating the fact that her overthinking has caused him to doubt his actions for even a minute.
"i just feel like you've been avoiding me or some shit," he almost whispers and she regrets everything.
she feels so selfish for letting a small moment come between them when she doesn't even know what the moment means in the first place. chris has noticed her avoiding him and he thinks it's his fault. god she needs to get a hold of herself.
he doesn't even stop there, brushing a hand through his hair and continuing, "you can tell me if i did something saturn, i'm not going to flip out or anything. i just want to make sure you're okay."
and she knows he would never do anything like that but the fact that chris believes she thinks otherwise is completely breaking her heart. he's a fucking angel in her eyes and that's putting it lightly.
how gentle he's being with her makes her want to tell him everything. it's stupid she finds herself thinking but he sounds so welcoming and trusting, her heart instantly wants to hand itself to him.
"you said something the other night..." she starts and he raises his brows but she gets too scared to say anything so she takes it back within seconds, "nevermind i'm just being paranoid."
his hand brushes her shoulder and she feels a surge of electricity flow through her body at the brief contact, "tell me what i said. i never meant to hurt you."
"you never hurt me chris i promise, you just made me think," she continues, running in circles because she's terrified he won't react in the way she wants.
now he's really confused, racking his brain for anything he could have said that would have made her think and act differently towards him. his outcome is nothing, if anything she's the one who said something that made his head spin both in the moment and in the days following.
"think? saturn i can't make sense of this if you don't tell me what happened," he points out and she knows it's true but does she even want him to make sense of it?
"when leo walked in on us, you- look you said something about you flirting with me and me just cutting you off. this is going to be so embarrassing if i'm reading too much into it," she breathes in lightly and chris suddenly puts two and two together in his head.
"are you asking me if i want you to flirt with me? if i'm actually flirting with you?" he tries and she nods so slowly, he almost misses it but not quite because of how trained his eyes are on her.
"saturn..." there's a pause and venus mentally scolds herself because she thinks it's all over and she's ruined everything by letting her mind play tricks on her, by foolishly forcing herself to think there's something between them when there isn't.
but then he steps closer and reaches a tentative hand out to touch her face and she swears her world goes thoroughly still and the only presence she recalls is the two of them stood in the middle of the kitchen. his hand fits her face so perfectly, almost as though it was made to rest there. he allows it to linger there for a few moments before he leans forward and presses his lips to hers.
it takes a few seconds for her to process what's going on and come to the realisation that this isn't happening inside her head like one of her many late night fantasies, that it's as real as day. when she does register the feeling, she kisses back with ease.
their lips fit together like two adjacent puzzle pieces and the feeling they get when they move against each other is like one they have never experienced before. time feels frozen around them and nothing else matters. it's just them and the brush of skin on skin with no other cares in the world. they'll cross other bridges when they get to them like leo but all they care about right now and when they pull apart is one another.
"does that answer your questions?" he smiles at her and god, she feels like she's floating.
"more than answers them," she responds with a grin and he moves his hand to place loose strands of her hair behind her ear before his hand remains on her face, brushing against it gently.
"god, you're so pretty ma," he tells her and her inner child and current self is on cloud nine from both the kiss and his words.
but then her mind travels to leo and the way all of this even started. he seemed annoyed with them when they weren't even kissing so how would he react if he knew they actually did? how would he react if he could see them right now?
"chris we can't do this, leo will kill us, especially you," she whispers but he doesn't move his hand or stop the delicate circling against her skin.
"he doesn't have to know," he smirks in response and how on earth can she say no to that?
"okay," she breathes out but then there's still a little something bothering her that she can't ignore no matter how much she wants to.
chris picks up on it immediately, "you don't want this? you're still wary about something."
she shakes her head at him, of course she wants this, she would be a fool not to. it's the opposite actually, "that's the problem. i do want you. i just don't want this to be something where we don't kiss and tell and leave it at that. i actually really like you and i don't want either of us to get hurt."
she's genuinely surprising herself with the way she's communicating right now; she's not usually one to talk about her problems but the soft reassurance chris provides her makes it so easy to do so.
he laughs at her lightly, a smile playing at his lips, "you think i don't like you? i've been hung up on you for fucking years. why do you think i'm always flirting with you or finding an excuse to touch you?"
"because you're a horny fuck?" she jokes and he rolls his eyes at her.
before he can scold her for her reply, she connects their lips again. his hand instantaneously finds her waist whilst his other rests on her neck. she could get lost in the sensation and he isn't far behind, craving the rush even as he experiences it. he wants more and more and he's sure he's never going to get over this, any of it.
he smiles into the kiss at the thought of being able to feel this as many times as he wants, "i'm never going to stop now that i have you."
"tough, i'm going back to my room and you better go back to lee before he wonders why you're taking too long," she pulls away from him with a teasing grin.
"no goodbye kiss?" he pouts adorably and oh god, she was already down so fucking bad for him but this is going to take it to another extreme.
she pulls him into a short yet very sweet kiss and he smirks, "i knew you couldn't resist me."
"keep it in your pants darling," she laughs and he fucking groans.
and then she walks away, sauntering away and making sure to sway her body more than usual. sue her if you will but now that she knows the feelings are mutual, she's going to make the most of every little thing.
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Podcast
Warnings: none
Summary: y/n talks life and all things motherhood in her best friends podcast
Materlist
Hello and welcome back to the simple life podcast my name is y/f/n and today we have y/n ricciardo with us. Firstly for those of you who don't know y/n has been my closest friend since highschool but also when i first started this podcast in 2020 if you have been listening since then the one person I've always been asked to have on is y/n and I finally managed to get her to come on y/f/n says laughing "you make it sound like I was avoiding coming on" y/n replied laughing. "Okay okay in all seriousness she's been itching to get on but she's never been in Perth long enough since covid the get the time but now she has plenty of time" y/ns friend replied back seriously
"So how have you been y/n" "I'm doing amazing lifes great at the moment it's slowed right down and we're just enjoying each moment as it comes I honestly feel like in the last couple of months we've been able to stop and take in the moment more. Also being back in perth has had its perks no doubt I love this place with everything I got"
"People will get mad if I don't ask this early on so how's daniel and baby Olivia doing" "Their both doing amazing olivias six months old and she's just loving life since we've been back in perth we take morning walks down to the beach as a family and her and daniel just love playing in the sand together. I love watching it because she's at the age where she's more in tune with what's going on and just seeing her and daniel interact is amazing"
"She's six months already it feels like just yesterday I was flying out to Monaco because you had gone into labour. Did she enjoy Christmas whats every day life like with a six month old " "Christmas in general was great we got to spend it with the whole family which we haven't been able to do since covid, Olivia was in her element opening her presents and I think she enjoyed it alot because her cousins were there so she had someone to play with. Yeh six months can you believe it myself and daniel are trying to soak everything in because she's growing to fast but I also like this stage because she's more aware of her surroundings too. Also she's got the biggest smile for everyone and this huge belly laugh that only daniel can seem to get her to do she's definitely her father's daughter" y/n says laughing
"On the topic of labor how was that" "it was tough don't get me wrong but I had daniel by my side every second which I was so grateful for and he's someone who can make me laugh even when I don't want to so looking back on it I was laughing through all of labor and delivery thanks to him I definitely couldn't have done it without him."
"How's your business going" "yeh it's going amazing we do hold little pop up shops every now and then and people love that too. There's a new collection coming out soon which I haven't told people about so I'm sure they will be excited by that"
"Any plans on giving Olivia a little brother or sister" "look we've both said it we would love more than one child but at the moment we so happy with life and she's only six months so maybe further down the line we'll try for another"
"I'll be hated if I don't ask this how did you and daniel meet its been what 18 years this year" " yeh 18 years, you know this story all to well because me and you talked to much in class I got moved next to the class clown who was also incredibly good looking. After weeks of him annoying me I finally gave in and went to get lunch with him. I never looked back since that day"
"When you were that young did you expect the two of you to still be together so many years later" y/n starts to laugh "definitely not I was a huge overthinker and I fell in love eith him quite early on but I knew Daniels plans to be an f1 driver and I had plans to go to college but we both knew wel over each other so we gave it a go and don't get me wrong long distance was really hard but it was so worthwhile. I don't regret any of it. I'm so thankful for everything I have in life especially daniel and olivia their both the light of my life and Daniels always been there for me and has helped me through so much"
"What's your take on life" "I like to just live in the moment cherish everything I have. I try not to worry because I know there's a solution to everything once I look for it"
"Quick fire round"
"Favourite flavour of ice cream"
"Mint chocolate chip"
"Farm life or city life"
"Farm life it's so much quieter"
"Mornings or nights"
"Morning person"
"Dogs or cats"
"Dogs"
"Favourite travel destination"
Iceland or Austin. Austin brings alot of fun but Iceland was where daniel proposed so its always gonna hold a special place in my heart"
"Thank you so much for coming on today y/n it's been a pleasure having you" " thank you for listening to me babble I hope everyone enjoys"
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Y/nricciardo I had the pleasure of speaking on @yourfriendsinstagram podcast about life and motherhood so please go check it out I promise its a good one
Dannyricfan Olivia sounds like the cutest child ever
Yourfriendsinstagram thanks so much for coming on
Y/nfann I love y/n so much
Dr3fann Daniels life with olivia and y/n sounds amazing
Dannyfann3 Only daniel can make olivia belly laugh 🥺🥺
Sorry I've been away for so long but I hope oyu guys enjoy and again as always send in your asks if you have any 🥰
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-Save Me From Her - chapter 5
Tara Carpenter x fem!reader
Summary: Hospital talks, and much needed explanations.
a/n: Finally wrote this. Ohmygod it took so long. During writing, I got caught on my own missinterpretations of my own lore, and had to rewrite the story in my head lol. Help me :)
warning: amateur writing, mentions of trauma, mad people, death, wounds, cursing, multiple/mixed POV's
Tara was freaking out. There wasn't any news from you. Even though the doctors said you would be okay, nobody said any facts that she could work with. The only thing even subtly calming her was the steady beeping of your heart monitor, but even that wasn't enough for her anxiety to go away, and her friends were enjoying the fruits of its labor. Well, rather suffering than enjoying. If Tara wouldn't be freaking out, she would laugh at her state right now. But she was. And she wasn't enjoying one second of it.
You have arrived at the hospital a few hours ago. Tara couldn't keep track of time, everything was slow, too slow for her liking. Even when she asked about how long it's been, the information would just leave her mind the moment she heard it. Anika arrived with the rest of the squad not long after the Carpenters and was in a similar state of mind as Tara. Or was it long until they arrived? The younger Carpenter really couldn't tell.
They sat in a circle in the waiting room. Even detective Bailey was there, with an arm around her daughter. Chad and Ethan sat next to each other, silently trying to not get eaten up by their nerves. Mindy managed to calm Anika down enough for her to sit in her lap, still her leg was bouncing up and down, her nails close to disappearing the way she was biting them. Vasco was ordered to stay at the precinct and restore order. Sam also joined the group, after changing her clothes for something less bloody. Tara wasn't willing. Not when she could miss the moment, they would let her in your room. She was pacing around, unable to sit down, her mind running with possibilities of how the doctors mistreated you, and that somehow resulted in you dying. Which couldn't happen. It was out of the question.
Whenever a doctor would approach, she would stop and look at them with hopeful eyes, only for it to be shattered when they approached someone else. It wouldn't matter that they got bad news. It wouldn't matter they broke out in tears. At least they got to know whether their loved ones are alive or dead.
The rush towards the hospital was anything but smooth. After you collapsed on the floor, Bailey stuffed you in a police car and sirened his way to the closest medical station. Tara was in the back with you, trying to keep you awake without any success. Sam sat beside her, trying her best so her sister wouldn't fall apart, failing. Once the doctors got their hands on you, you were rushed into surgery, and did not let anyone in. Tara hasn't seen you since then. It was nerve ending and infuriating. Yet she couldn't do anything. She felt helpless. She hated feeling helpless.
A stern, deep voice broke her out from her fear induced state. "Are you, with Y/N Kayoko?"
The speed at which Tara span around would impress her if she could care about that right now. "Yes! Yes, we are." She felt someone putting a hand on her back, and when she looked, she saw Anika beside her, face full of concern. The doctor who stood before them was about six-foot-tall, pale white and had blonde, stylish hair. Tara decided she didn't…
"She got out of surgery. She is alive and well. It shouldn't take long for her to wake up."
Tara decided she liked this man a lot. Anika let out a breath she was holding and smiled at him. "Thank you doctor. Can we see her?" she asked, her voice full of hope. The blonde smiled before nodding and started leading them towards your room. Sam and the Meeks’ followed right behind them whilst the rest stayed behind.
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You were stationed in room 217. 'Of course, they would put you there' Tara thought and huffed. She rolled her eyes as her mind drifted towards 'The Shining'. You would refuse to watch it with her, because, in your words, it was a disgrace to the book and the legacy of Stephen King.
Tara slowly opened the door and looked inside. The sun was shining through the window, right onto your sleeping figure. For someone sliced up from the side of your belly to your chest, you didn't look bad. She felt Anika stiffen beside her, and it sent her mind running. What did she see that her eyes had glanced over? She took you in again, not sparing any detail, yet she still couldn't find what Anika did. Her heart started racing as she turned towards her. "What do you see?"
"N- nothing" Anika managed. She took in a deep breath, then went to your side, Tara following close behind her. "It's just… The last time I saw her like this, she almost died. Before and after." Even though her words didn't make a lot of sense to Tara, her heart clenched at the thought that you were like this before. But she let it slide. Your sister was clearly just as tense as she was. She would have to ask you.
Tara knelt beside you, and took your hand in hers, squeezing lightly. Her nerves were finally calming down as she watched your sleeping figure. She synchronized her breathing with yours, and without realizing, tucked a strain of hair behind your ears, that fell into your face as you slept. How could you look gorgeous even, when you just lost gallons of blood, not even talking about the demanding surgery you went through right after that. Just as beautiful than the day she… No! She stopped herself before the thought could cross her mind. No way in hell you had that much of an effect on her. She did not just almost quote something. She refused to believe that.
The light chatter of Mindy, Chad and Sam filled the room and mixed with the song of the birds coming from outside. The peaceful tranquility that pulsed through the room felt false. You almost just died, and the fucker that attacked you, was still out there somewhere. Tara knew she wouldn't stop until he was dead.
Without realizing, her grip tightened around your hand. Only when you groaned in pain did she notice that she was squeezing the life out of your arm. Then she realized you were awake. Her eyes snapped back to your face, and when she saw your opened eyes as you were watching her, Tara's breath caught in her throat. You were awake. You were alive. You didn't leave her.
The younger Carpenter opened her mouth to speak, but Anika beat her to it. "You braindead monkey!" she lashed out as she started hitting you, careful not to hit any wounds. "You absolute selfish… Morron!"
You groaned out in pain and tried to defend yourself. "Ani- Anika stop!" but she didn’t listen. “Are you guys just going to watch her kill me?” you asked from everyone else in the room.
“Oh, I’m not going to stop her” Mindy smiled.
“Yeah, you brought this to yourself you know” Tara joined in.
You huffed, and moved away from her reach, but Anika followed, and hit you, this time a little more powerful. "This hurts!"
"Good!" she said, emphasizing her point with another hit. "You get attacked, and I'm one of the last person to know about it?"
"Sorry!"
"Sorry isn't good enough! You left me clueless for more than half a day!" she hit your one final time, then continued a much calmer, loving voice. "Now, where does it hurt?" Tara and Sam raised an eyebrow at her sudden change, but you and Mindy didn't even bother.
"Where do you think it hurts? You've just covered all my body with new bruises!" you exclaimed, and wildly gestured at yourself.
"Oh, don't be such a baby! Show me!" You complied with a frown on your face, and raised your shirt. You lifted the cloth to reveal the bandages lying underneath and smirked at Anika.
“Enjoying the view, dear sister?”
“You know I don’t” she replied whilst pouting, even though nothing could be seen.
You then remembered why you got here. Who you got here because and your mood immediately darkened. Any joy, coming from the witty fight with your sister, any happiness from the thought there were people at your bed vanished. Disappeared. Got swallowed by the black hole of dread inside you.
Tara noticed this. Anika noticed this. Everybody saw it on you. Suddenly the room felt suffocating and cold. This was what Tara anticipated the room should have felt like, yet now she wanted the former state to take over once again. She wanted you to feel the peace she felt, the relievement that washed through her when she saw you, but it was far out of reach now.
“Hey, you know we are here, right?” Anika asked of you, and gently put her hand on yours. Tara sat down beside you two and did the same with your shoulder. The Carpenter felt it was a bit cliché, but when Anika smiled at her, and you eased a bit under her touch, the feeling faded.
It took you about a minute to be able to talk. Neither of them let go of you, not even for a second. You couldn’t be more grateful for them. You calmed downed slowly, as they eased you in just the right way. "Is everyone alright?"
Anika rolled her eyes before asking back. "Shouldn't you be worried about yourself?"
"Me and Tara didn't get hurt, if that's what you are thinking about" Sam answered you after you threw a pointed look at your sister. "But the cops… weren't that lucky. Six dead, seven other still in surgery."
"Vasco?"
"I ordered him to stay behind" Bailey's voice cut through the room. He was now standing at the newly opened door, looking firm. "Someone needs to restore order, and now that… And he is the next highest ranking cop there. You know, you really scared us back there?"
Relief flooded through you, knowing he was alright. "It takes more than a cut to bring me down Wayne."
"Any idea who the attacker might have been?" he asked, as he entered the room and stood next to you.
You swallowed before answering. "No. I couldn't really get a proper look at him." Both Anika and Tara narrowed their eyes at you. They knew your signs, and you were lying. There was no denying it. The only question was; why? "Is there anything on the footages of the cameras?"
"He entered the building in costume, and none saw where he went, or how he disappeared, since he cut the power. The smoke must have come from grenades taken from our storage, because there were several missing."
After he finished, silence overtook the room once again, but this time it was awkward. Bailey, noticing that his intrusion has caused this, squeezed your left shoulder tightly, and started heading out. "It's good to have you back, kiddo" he said from the door, before leaving the room. As goodbye, you threw him a weak smile.
You contemplated whether you should say your next sentence before everyone or not. From one side, you did promise your father, you would keep the secret inside the family, from the other, everything said to either Tara or Anika would then be told to Mindy and Sam. Maybe not Sam, but Mindy would surely know. Your thought process was stopped when she spoke.
"Can I start theory crafting now Ika?" she asked, hope evident in the way she spoke.
"Only after my dear sister here explains why she would lie to Wayne" Anika answered, further narrowing her eyes at you. Tara also drew back, expecting you to explain yourself.
"I don…" you started but stopped yourself when Tara raised an eyebrow. You then sighed, and caved in. "Because I promised father we would always keep it inside the family." As Anika's eyes widened in realization, so narrowed the young Carpenter's in confusion. When she looked at the others, she found them just as dumb-founded as she was. "Kiks, I believe it was Anna" you said.
"Who's that supposed to be?" Sam asked.
"Someone who blew up, got burned to death and is now six feet underground" Anika blurted out, not even bothering looking behind her so she would talk towards Sam. She took a deep breath, and continued more calmly. "She's dead Y/N."
"I heard her voice from behind the modulator" you said, a little irritated. "It was her! I know it's her."
Anika looked unconvinced. Everybody else was clueless, and it could have been seen from miles. "Should we leave you alone so you two could talk this through?" the older Carpenter asked and stood.
"Yes, that may be helpful" your sister thanked her.
Whilst the others got ready to leave, Tara looked at you with doe eyes. She didn't want to let you out of her sight, not after what happened. She grasped your hands, like it was her lifeline.
"We'll be quick; I promise" you nudged her. Reluctantly, she let you go, and started scattering out the bed. She stood beside the bed for a moment, then leant back in and kissed you, something she had wanted to do since the moment you woke. You kissed her back, grinning against her lips, then pushed her back and out the bed. "Go" you ushered her with your hands. She threw you an unimpressed look, before leaving the room.
After Mindy closed the door behind herself, she was all over Tara. "What was that?" she asked teasingly, a huge smile plastered on her face. Tara tried to hide her blushy smile, but failed miserably.
"After dinner, and before the… the first attack, we…" She cleared her throat and started looking for words as she reminded herself of the memory of you pulling her in, hands roaming her. "We had a moment."
Mindy all but shrieked at the news, whilst Chad and Sam were only smiling at her. They looked happy for her, and all she wanted to do was to wipe their smug looks off their face. "Tell. Me. Everything!" Mindy demanded and Tara was then forced to do as she said. When she left out even the slightest detail, she would get smacked, and would need to correct her mistake. Her friend felt tyrannical, and cruel. When she accused her of this, she would just thank her for it, and nudge her on.
"Time to pay up Chad!" Mindy declared, and held her hand out towards her brother after Tara finished.
"You betted on whether we would get together?!"
"No, we betted on when you would get together. It took way more time than we first thought!" she answered and after Chad handed her a fifty, started rummaging through her bag for her purse.
"This much?!"
"Well, after months the stakes only grew" the Meeks woman explained nonchalantly. "Now, Sam, this should cover yours?" Mindy asked as she gave her the fifty she just got from Chad, and some more notes she took out from her purse.
"Et tu Sam?"
"Sorry!" she apologized, sincerity far avoiding her voice. "At first I thought it was stupid and unserious, but after a while, it got boring, and I wanted in."
Tara rolled her eyes. God she hated them.
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Not long later, the door to your room swung open, and Anika invited everyone back in. She looked a bit sad and tired. Arguments with you, often had that effect on people.
"So, you believe it now?" Mindy asked from her.
"I… Just get in" she said, bit agitated. "We'll explain a few things to you, since we believe we owe that to you."
"You're damn right" Chad spoke, and entered the room, the others quickly following suit.
Tara immediately walked over to you, and lay beside you on the bed, nudging herself into your side. Your heartrate was normal, and it filled her ears, relaxing your body, because it was proof, that you were alive, and would stay that way, at least for a little while longer. You placed a hand around her shoulders and kissed her forehead in response, as you too, relaxed into her.
You waited for everyone to be seated comfortably, and only afterwards did you start speaking. "Annabelle is our half-sister. She was loving, caring and overall a very nice person. Then, an incident happened. You see, since I was born, I've had a heart disease. I was a ticking time bomb, that wouldn't wait for long to show it's teeth." You told them about the symptoms you had, pained chest and all the other shitty things you have had to live through. You told them, that how it worsened when you were eight. Doctors gave you slim to none chance, of you surviving without a transplant, yet because of other circumstances, there were very little of those that were donated by donors that were compatible with you, and none of them were within arms-reach. The only one that could have been used, was that of your mothers. "We had many arguments over this. Neither me, nor Anna accepted the fact that this was the only way, yet I was hospitalized more and more. During one of these arguments and after me I having been stabilized in a hospital, my heart… gave up."
Tara felt you tense when you started talking about what had happened whilst you were blacked out. You were rushed in the surgery once again, but this time your mother accompanied you… and never came back. She felt your somberness, your sadness and your anger, and wished she could just take it away. Yet she couldn't.
Anika took over, since you couldn't continue talking. "Annabelle didn't take the news of the procedure well, so even before it began, she had to be sedated. None of us really know what happened, but she went mad. After waking up, she strangled the woman looking after her, and then brutally murdered all the doctors that had saved Y/N's life. After that, she came for us. She cracked in father's skull, knocked me out and almost killed Y/N too. Uncle Vasco saved us. Our father got sent to a rehab center, and has been there ever since. Annabelle got locked in an asylum, where only Y/N visited her."
"You said she died" Sam spoke. "How?"
"The institution burned to the ground two years later. Her burnt body had been identified."
Silence filled the room. You nestled into Tara more, and synchronized your breathing with hers. She couldn't describe the feelings flowing through her, there were simply too much. Rage, sorrow, anger, misery, fury, bitterness… It was overwhelming her. How could you be so cheery and happy after going through so much shit? Her admiration for you had never been stronger. Your heartrate slowly relaxed her again, yet the emotions didn't go away now. They were only dampened.
"How… How did we never hear about this?" Mindy asked. "It should have been all around the news!"
"It happened in 2011" you explained. "Same year Prescott returned to Woodsboro. We weren't big enough to rival the amount of waters she bothered, thank god. We were able to stay pretty much under the radar. Uncle dealt with the rest."
"You saying she is alive?"
"I'm almost certain. I don't know how she's alive, but it's her."
"So what now?" Tara asked sheepishly. She was afraid she would need to leave your side, and she quickly turned out right as you started scrambling out of bed.
"We kill her" you said, voice plain and emotionless.
Sam huffed at your statement. "A room full of cops couldn't deal with her, not speaking of your current state. You can't fight like this Y/N."
"My wound? Oh please" you mocked, as you reached the end of the bed. "It doesn't even hur- Motherfucker!" you exclaimed as pain rushed through your side after a sudden move.
"Case in point" Sam said.
"This won't stop me" you replied, more determined than ever. "Also, I have an advantage over her."
"And what would that be?"
"I know her weakness."
#my stuff#scream#scream fanfiction#scream fanfic#fanfiction#tara carpenter#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x you#sam carpenter#anika kayoko#mindy meeks#chad meeks#wayne bailey#tara x reader#writers block is a bitch
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Okay just a little thing about characters in my Marvel AU: (I kidnapped Acrane women for it. Again)
Original six:
Captain America!Abby. She is untrusting but honourable, worn out already: the new world is foreign and weird and her adjustment is still ongoing. She still dresses like her time, but if Steve looked like a grandpa Abby just looks like your friendly neighbourhood lesbian. Fun fact! She had a small guy named Steve to teach her grandma computer courses. He also taught her how to not get tracked on the web.
Iron Man!Ellie. Cocky, explosive, genius. Lost her mom and Joel after a stupid fight, got angry and started building weapons because of it. After being captured and almost dying gets back into her mom's vision of Williams Industries and starts building things to help people, and because she is a fucking Ellie Williams she is as rich as before.
Black Widow!Reader. You're a Russian assassin who escaped to the US after getting on a bad side with a lot of people in Europe. Let's just say Shield missions to Europe are a big pain in your ass. You put up a polite smily front because your grim attitude is not something Americans appreciate. (Guess who will)
Hawkeye!Manny. He is just a funny guy who saved your ass back in Europe and because I wanted to have one guy on a team the same way they only had Natasha. Manny doesn't have a secret family on the side, he is just there making a little team of cold blooded sarcastic assassins with you. You don't need to smile as much around him.
Thor!Vi. Got sent to Earth for punishment and instead fell in love with the little world. She is still visiting her friend Darcy and gives her incredibly crazy love advice from time to time.
Hulk!Caitlyn. This one doesn't really make sense, but the comedic potential is good. ("How many PhDs does Hulk have? Zero! I have seven" with Thor!Vi by her side can you imagine?). Caitlyn was too curious about Abby's story and tried to recreate the serum but ended up becoming a giantess who almost destroyed Harlem. She is very awkward and nervous, and hates being lied to. Tried to get away from gamma-radiation research and went away to help the poor with her medical skills.
Now others:
Fury!Sevika. Because these people need someone with no bullshit attitude. Sevika is constantly tired and smokes so much it's a miracle her lungs work. She is tough and doesn't tolerate anyone's shit. We don't know her story and we actually shouldn't.
Loki!Jinx. It's in the name. Vi's little sister who adored her, but when the time came to choose between her and humanity Vi chose humanity. And then it turned out her hair is blue for a reason and Jinx is not only adopted but also the child of an enemy. Jinx is out for revenge. She plans to destroy Earth with everyone on it to get Vi and then destroy Asgard to get Vander. (Also the comedic potential of Caitlyn repeatedly slamming Jinx into the floor)
Pepper!Dina. The only person who can make Ellie do something she doesn't want to. Dina gets shit done and done brilliantly.
Maria Hill is now also a Coulson and gets paid double.
#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson x you#abby anderson#cap!abby#marvel au#I also have a list for ca:tws characters#the movie rewrite is coming soon!#written on a knee
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Catching Fire
A/N: My January @jilychallengeis here one day late! My prompt was the song Devil's Backbone by The Civil Wars and my partner was the beautiful and talented @practicecourts!! Read my Hunger Games AU on on A03.
"Oh, Lord, what have I done?" she murmured, watching James stride away toward Victor's Village without glancing back.
She had fallen in love with a man on the run.
Running from her.
Running from the capitol.
Running away from anything that brought him back into the arena.
It wasn't James' fault that he teetered on the edge of the hangman's noose. He had defied the Capitol, winning the games impulsively by leveraging his and Lily's relationship against Seneca Crane. Now, fate compelled them to be together, yet he behaved as though being in her company was the last thing he desired. Returning alive from the games seemed to have made him distant and Lily hated that she was now sleeping alone.
“He regrets saving me,” Lily hissed as she sidestepped a mud puddle, “he must.”
Six months had passed since the Hunger Games, and Lily could scarcely recall what life was like before the ordeal. Now, she found herself alone, her sister's indifference evident as Petunia had never cared for her and perhaps had even hoped for Lily's demise in the games. Unfortunately for Petunia, Lily had survived, yet the one person who felt like family seldom directed their attention her way for more than a fleeting moment.
As he returned from his turkey hunting expedition in the woods, he unmistakably noticed her approaching along the road. She felt let down when he didn't pause to accompany her. In the initial three months since their return from The Hunger Games, James had rarely allowed Lily to step away from his bed. She’d spent many sunlit days hiding under the covers with him, only leaving to eat and present themselves to the occasional cameras.
However, at present, he preferred brooding.
Lily followed James toward Victor's Village, where they cohabited with Haymitch and James' parents. Lily harbored a dislike for her residence, a place devoid of companionship, driving her to often choose a sofa near the kitchen for her sleep, finding solace in the act of baking. Baking became her refuge, a sanctuary to escape the haunting memories of the Hunger Games. Writing also became her pastime, and she spent her free hours chronicling the games from her perspective, concealing the records beneath a loose board in the living room.
Rather than heading straight home, Lily diverted her path to the house farthest away from the usual route. It had been a while since she last checked on Haymitch that morning, and a sense of concern tugged at her. The winding path leading to his residence was lined with tall trees, their branches reaching out like protective arms.
Approaching, the creaking of the porch swing caught her attention, sounding out of place, and a knot formed in her stomach. The wind picked up, promising a storm. The front door stood slightly ajar, sparking a flicker of worry within her.
“Haymitch?” she called.
As she approached, more details came into view. The scent of alcohol assaulted her nostrils upon entering the foyer. On her right, a flickering light emanated from the kitchen. Tracking its glow, Lily discovered Haymitch slumped over the table, inebriated and unconscious. With a sigh, she placed her bag of baked goods on the counter. Her next move was to check the fridge for any cheese; he'd have to wake up, eat, and sober up.
In a stealthy entrance, James remained so silent that she only became aware of his presence when a turkey landed with a thud on the table. "Hi, Lily."
Turning away from the fridge, Lily stared at James, clad in his deer hide jacket. She wanted to see his eyes, she wanted to feel okay again, and it would only happen if he looked at her the way he used too. The way she almost wanted to beg him too. However, his attention was not on her but on Haymitch.
"He's been like that since I arrived five minutes ago," Lily informed James. "I was in the middle of looking for cheese to pair–"
Interrupting her, James poured water from the nearby pail onto Haymitch's face. Startled, Haymitch jerked up in his seat, arms flailing, and a string of profanities escaping his lips. Unfazed, James placed the bucket down in front of the older man. Haymitch, realizing he's not in immediate danger, retaliated with a glare that could cut through steel.
"The cameras will be here in three hours," James warned him, his tone carrying a sense of urgency.
"I'm not the one who had to be on camera," grumbled Haymitch, his discontent evident as Lily began slicing into her freshly baked rosemary bread.
"Would you like some bread, James?" she asked politely, not lifting her gaze from her task.
"No, thank you," James responded a bit too hastily.
Haymitch chortled darkly, wiping his face with his shirt. "You two have some warming up to do before the cameras arrive."
"Speaking of that," James said, glancing around before addressing Haymitch, "we need to discuss our angle."
"What angle?" Haymitch smiled at Lily as she passed him a piece of bread smothered in cheese. "You're an angel, Lily," he added hungrily.
"The star-struck lovers angle," James suggested, "the one where Lily and I are in love."
“It's a good angle.” Haymitch said gruffly, “we’re not touching it.”
James winced, visibly. “Haymitch we need–”
“No James,” Haymitch snapped.
James startled them both by slamming a fist down, “I don’t want to be in love with her anymore!”
Lily stared at James as if he'd grown two heads. "You're–you’re not in love with me?"
"I-" James stammered, suddenly looking more like a deer caught across from his bow.
Suddenly, his previous cold demeanor made sense to Lily. All his pushing away, sleeping in his own bed with no invitations. He used to take her hunting with him and now, he wanted to be alone. Somewhere along the way, he'd fallen out of love with her.
Wait.
A rushing, swooping, unbearable thought entered her mind. What if, he'd never loved her? What if everything int he games had been an act, something he'd chosen to do to get home. They only got lucky that the game makers had stated the kids could go home together if they remained from the same district. That was when James had sought her out, made sure she stayed alive after Cato cut her leg open.
She brandished her knife at him almost as a warning. "So, all those times in the arena – you were lying about loving me?"
"No!" James protested.
"Then why change the angle?" Lily demanded.
"I just wanted to get you home!" James screamed, surprising her, as he was normally so even-tempered. "I just wanted to get you home so you could live! I never planned on the Capitol viewing my act with the berries as defiance! I didn't think the districts would start rebelling–"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Haymitch cut in sharply. "What the hell are you talking about, James?"
James ran his hands through his hair, collapsing at the table in defeat. "Snow came to see me three months ago. He said the other districts were starting to show signs of rebellion. He claimed it was my fault because people don't think I really love Lily."
Lily crossed her arms, seeking clarification. "So, you are in love with me?"
James laughed miserably, sending her the saddest brown-eyed smile she'd ever seen. "I've been in love with you since we were kids, Lily. Of course, I wasn't faking it, but other people think we were."
"Other people can keep their opinions to themselves." Lily huffed, earning a warm look from James, the first one in a long time.
"Did Snow ask you to stop seeing Lily?" Haymitch inquired carefully, refraining from touching any more of Lily's bread.
In all fairness, she experienced a strong urge to vomit as well and didn't want any bread either. The timeline suddenly aligned—Snow speaking to James and James distancing himself from Lily. It had happened at the same time, three months ago. Somehow though, that wasn’t making her feel better.
"No," James sighed, rubbing his eyes. "He wants me to marry her."
Lily wondered if it was possible for a heart to stop working, but life to continue on. She swore it stopped beating the second those words fell from James’ lips. He had said it like…like the idea of marrying her was exhausting. Tears threatened to spill. She also considered chucking the knife at his head.
"What's so bad about that?" Haymitch questioned.
“Yeah,” Lily asked coolly, “what is so bad about that?”
James gazed at Haymitch, a haunted expression in his eyes, refusing to look at Lily. "I've got a target on my back for what I did, Haymitch, and she'll have one too if I let her marry me."
"I don't care," Lily declared, her voice cracking as she stuck the knife on the table and walked around it to take James' sullen face in her hands. "Do you hear me? I. Don't. Care."
"He'll kill you, Lily," James croaked, looking up into her eyes. "He’d kill you to keep me in line.”
She refused to release his face to wipe her tears away. Her thumbs gently brushed down his tanned cheek, an attempt to soothe him, but his own tears continued to spill as he stared at her. The intensity of his gaze conveyed a sense that he was looking at her as if it might be the last time they would share such a moment.
Over her dead body would she let that happen, literally and figuratively.
"I want to marry you," she declared sincerely, her voice carrying the weight of her emotions. "I'll never love anyone else except you."
As she spoke those heartfelt words, Lily could sense the gravity of the situation sinking in. The air hung heavy with a mixture of love and the impending danger that James had spoken about. Yet still, she was seventeen, plenty of girls her age got married that young in the Seam. Sometimes even younger, if a husband is desperate enough to start popping out baby’s for more food rations.
“Lily.” James looked like he had the night she first said, ‘I love you,’ to him. Utterly helpless. “Don’t you want to do it on your own terms, not because we have too?”
"You have to get married," Haymitch said softly from his chair, his words carrying the weight of a harsh reality, "you won’t be able to wait long.”
“How quickly?” James asked.
“I’d say if you aren’t engaged by the end of the victory tour, one of you will be dead at Snow’s hand."
She didn’t know why she burst into tears at the thought. Lily felt James' hands come up, closing around hers in a reassuring grip. In one swift motion, he stood up, drawing her into a deep, passionate kiss. It wasn't the most technically perfect kiss they had shared, but it was undoubtedly the most emotional. As their lips met, he broke into a sob against her mouth.
"I'm so sorry," he whispered, his words muffled by the tender connection of their kiss. "This isn't how I envisioned us."
“I know,” she took deep breaths, trying to calm down, “I know you didn’t want this, want me, like this.”
“I’ll always want you, Lily Evans,” he said firmly, “but I wanted you with me by choice, not force.”
“I do choose you,” she argued, “I will always choose you, in this lifetime, and any others we meet.”
The weight of impending danger hung heavily in the air as James reluctantly pulled away from the kisses. Lily could feel the intensity of his emotions, a mixture of love, regret, and the looming threat that hovered over their lives. She wished they had been born somewhere else, anywhere else, so they could have lived a normal life together.
She didn’t even know what that meant, though; she just imagined something softer. A life where coal dust didn’t settle on everything, glasses were always filled, and holidays were filled with laughter. She envisioned it as James sang to her in the songs before sleep and as it was portrayed in the few banned books she managed to read from the seam.
Haymitch observed the scene, his eyes filled with a kind of sadness that spoke of experiences long-buried and sacrifices made. "You two need to make this believable. The Capitol is watching, and Snow won't hesitate to make an example out of you," he warned, his voice low and serious.
Lily nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. She knew the Capitol played by its own twisted rules, and the consequences of defiance were severe. Still holding James' hands, she glanced into his eyes, silently conveying a shared determination to face whatever came their way.
“I shouldn't have chosen the berries.” He whispered, “I shouldn’t have played their games.”
"There wasn't a right or a wrong to choose in the Games," Lily gently withdrew her hands from his face and pulled him into a comforting hug. "You did what you had to do."
James's breath spilled against her ear as he embraced her back, his voice filled with a mixture of regret and longing. "Every time I look at you, I think about that moment and wonder how I could've gotten you out. I question if I should've sacrificed myself so that you could live, even if it meant living without me. I just don't want you to hate me for putting us in this predicament."
Lily gently pulled back, allowing her to peer into James's eyes. His gaze reflected a profound sense of brokenness, yet he didn't avert his eyes from hers again. "Give me the burden, give me the blame," she told him earnestly. "I don't want you pushing me away just to try and repent for something that's not your fault."
James's fingers slid up her neck, entwining in her red hair. "I wanted to shoulder the load, keep you from the shame, just in case I don't make it out of the next game."
"We never have to go back into that arena," Lily reminded him, her breath shaky. "All we have to do is mentor the new kids. You made sure of that, and I don't care if the districts think you were defying the Capitol. I don't care if no one believes we're in love. I love you, you love me, and we'll make it through whatever comes next together. President Snow can't hurt us now."
"Can't he?" James asked weakly. "He could make any one of our deaths look like an accident."
"And he will," Haymitch interjected, standing up to emphasize his point. "When you go on this victory tour, it won't end. Every year, with every new Games, Snow and the others will replay your story for the masses. They will bend and shape the rest of your lives to their will. They will control everything, from the number of kids you have to the hobbies you grow into. This doesn’t stop when you get off the train."
"What if we run away?" Lily asked Haymitch, shifting within James's arms that held her securely around the middle, keeping her close. "Go, live in the woods."
Haymitch's eyes remained void of emotion as he replied bluntly, "You'd be dead before you made it three miles."
"And if we don't do what Snow asks of us?" James inquired, a note of defiance in his voice. "What then?"
Haymitch gestured around his house miserably. "He'll kill everyone you love, or care about, and you'll end up just like me."
“Fuck.” James buried his face into the crook of her neck, breathing deeply into it.
Lily's heart ached with a poignant sadness, recalling that Haymitch had once known the warmth of a family and the comfort of a real home. Now, all that remained were the empty bottles and their company.
"You have us," Lily gently reminded Haymitch, her voice carrying a note of compassion.
Haymitch lifted his moonshine bottle, taking a swig before reluctantly nodding. "For now." The weight of those two words lingered in the air, a stark reminder of the fragility of their makeshift alliance in the face of the Capitol's relentless control.
She used to pray to a God, like her grandmother had done before her. Lily wondered how many hail Mary’s it would take to set them all free. In the face of the Capitol's tyranny, she couldn't help but question whether the heavens were watching, whether their pleas reached beyond the confines of their oppressive reality.
Haymitch left them alone in the kitchen, heading upstairs to wash up in his single shower room. Lily made no move to leave James's arms, relishing the rare opportunity to feel the comfort and security he provided, a respite she hadn't experienced in months. He was her anchor, her safety net in the tumultuous sea of uncertainty.
"I missed you," she confessed, turning her head to plant a tender kiss on his scalp, reachable from her current position.
James responded by tightening his embrace around her middle, his nose nuzzling into her hair until his warm lips found solace on her neck. She raised one hand, tucking it against his head, cradling him beneath her ear.
"I'm sorry," he murmured between a cascade of kisses. "I am so sorry."
"For what?" she inquired, genuine confusion in her eyes.
He sighed, his breath warm against her skin. "You'll be guilty of inciting a rebellion by mere association with me, Lil."
"I don't care if we're found guilty," Lily asserted, summoning the courage to turn so they could be face to face again. "I don't care if we're not. We've all done good and bad things to get ourselves out of that arena."
James sniffled, his nose red from crying. "I should've killed myself and let you live. Then you would not be forced to marry me on someone else's terms."
"I would've married you, eventually," she said softly, her gaze unwavering. "I've been yours since the day with the bread."
His left hand slipped across her face. "But if I were dead, you'd be the only victor. The districts wouldn't see the berries as an act of defiance, and you'd be safe."
"If anything, I should've died," Lily argued, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "I don't have anyone. You have your parents, Sirius, and Remus. You're all that I've got."
"Then I guess we both should have died," he joked, their foreheads pressing together in a tender moment. “The star-crossed lovers from district twelve.”
"Or maybe the Capitol will die," Lily sighed, brushing his hair back with a free hand.
"If you say things like that," he nipped at her nose playfully, "then we really will be meeting at the hanging tree. It's like this song my mum used to sing when she was weaving baskets…dad made her stop singing it around me...but I still remember it all."
"You've always had an ear for music." She nodded, "sing it for me, please."
James kissed her again, savoring the moment, before lightly pulling away to sing in a hushed tone, "Are you, are you coming to the tree, where a dead man called out for his love to flee…"
Lily's eyes fluttered open. "That's song is banned, you got detention for it once."
James tucked her hair behind her ear, a playful glint in his eyes. " Strange things did happen here, no stranger would it be, if we met at midnight, in the hanging tree. "
"I don't like this song," Lily whispered, her voice barely audible. "I prefer the one you sang for Rue, before she died."
The glimmer of light in James's eyes dimmed at the memory of his little companion in the Games, before he and Lily had been reunited. "Snow said Rue's district is where the uprising started. He said my singing for Rue, and burying her in flowers, he said it was sacrilegious to pay her respect. That her death was the real honor."
Lily pouted, her discontent evident. "I don't see what's so honorable about killing kids like Rue and Thresh and Foxface."
“Yeah.” James sighed deeply and brought their foreheads together again. "I'm scared, Lily."
"Me too, James," she admitted honestly, her voice soft. "Me too."
“Stay with me tonight?” He asked tentatively, almost as if he were worried she’d say no.
“Every night,” she promised, “as long as you don’t let go of my hand during the day.”
“I can do that.” He wrapped his fingers against hers to show her he meant it. “You ready for interviews tonight?"
"As ready as I'll ever be."
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