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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here, as well as some graphic smut depiction!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.4k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Sexual Content/Intimate Scenes, Mental Health/Anxiety/Trauma Responses, Familial Trauma/Parental Abuse (Implied), Internalised Fear of Not Being Enough, Emotional Overwhelm/Guilt, Vulnerability During Intimacy/Consent Check - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Beautiful/Failure Imminent

You never got to tell her.

Not then, anyway.

When you’d been about to, Aurora was rushing up the hill.

She looked happy, so you smiled timidly back at her, not wanting to spoil it.

She smiled brightly back at you, and Leighton delicately squeezed your hand beside you as if to try and ask you in silence if you were okay still.

You squeezed back, relaxing a little when you felt her easing up slightly beside you again.

“Pat - he’s in,” Aurora confirms, and your heart stutters again; you hadn’t ruined everything, after all, “he said he’ll work off of the pictures, too, but it might take him a little while - you guys just need to give him the get-go, and he’ll start, basically.”

“Thank you, A,” you manage softly, your voice threatening to tremble so easily, all over again, “you-.. you didn’t have to - to do that, though - you know? I could have come back in and tried to-”

“Hey, it’s okay,” Aurora tries to reassure you - another soft squeeze from Leighton’s fingers, too, “what happened back there, you - you couldn’t have stopped that.”

You look like you want to protest, but Aurora manages to continue, before you can even try, swift as she always had been - with everything, apparently.

You almost smile, at the thought.

The weight of everything still feels like it’s holding you back, though.

“But regardless of that, you’re still the same Y/n I know you to be - annoying, at times, but - bloody terrifyingly strong, and you can’t deny that. No matter what, okay?”

Leighton can’t help, but grin, humming softly in agreement as she gently bumps your left shoulder with her right again.

“She’s right, Y/n - I mean, whenever I see you down at the restaurant with Eva and the others, you’re about as scary as - as, well, you know what I mean.”

You pout lightly back at her, and she smirks over at you as she raises her eyebrows, before carefully leaning forward to delicately press her lips to your own, like Aurora isn’t still watching the both of you.

“You know I love you,” she coos as you appear a little more flustered than you did before, heart practically pounding in your ear drums as you look back at her, wondering how someone’s eyes could sparkle as much as her’s always had.

“Baby,” you stammer out, almost glancing down at her lips again, before Aurora cleared her throat, and you both winced, Leighton looking more frustrated than she did disappointed to be interrupted like she was, then.

“Look, I know I’m the third-wheel, here, but - at least give me the benefit of the doubt that I am good company at least most of the time, okay? Besides, I only have one more thing to say, before I leave you both to do whatever the hell you wanna do because I’m tired, and have to work a little later today.”

You try not to roll your eyes, instead smiling timidly back up at her as you muster up a faint ‘okay’, and Leighton an even softer ‘sure’, beside you.

“I might be going on a date, after my shift,” she admits, albeit reluctantly, and you tense up, though you know you shouldn’t.

Leighton notices.

Of course she does.

It only makes her heart sink more, as she tries not to speculate too deeply about the involuntary reaction, instead returning her focus briefly to Aurora, as she appears surprised, as well as genuinely glad that she might not have to be the inevitable third-wheel of the group anymore.

“That’s great!”

Leighton is the first to say.

Your throat tightens even more as you try and recompose yourself, knowing you needed to support Aurora, too, given she was one of two of your family members who actually gave a shit.

Even if she did get to leave before mum did, and then dad started to-..

You wince as you bow your head, gritting your teeth even as your ears began to ring with it.

At least she’d come back for you.

The thought settled you, if only for a moment, and you were able to hear their voices again.

“So, first of all - who is the lucky candidate, and will we ever get to meet them?”

Leighton proceeds to inquire, smooth as always.

Your heart stuttered again.

She always knew just what to say, and when to say it.

“We’ll see - he’s - well, he’s nobody you’d know, but - honestly, he’s a really sweet guy; I think you guys would really get along, if you just-”

“Can - Can we maybe - go with you?”

You asked, and Aurora appeared taken aback, hesitant, as she stammered a little, even looking to Leighton for help, as Leighton winces, before nodding her head tightly, understanding that it’s a difficult place to be in, right now, given your worrying about her safety, and all, only intensified by your father’s actions toward you.

“Hey, erm - I have a better idea, baby,” Leighton begins softly, and you hesitate, before returning your gaze back to her again, it being a struggle enough not to do so when her voice made you almost shudder, and somehow all over again. “How about later we - er - fire up the games’ room, maybe, over at my place? We can finally see who is better at erm - what game was it-? Shit-”

You can’t help, but smile softly as the name invaded your thoughts, then.

“Micro-Machines?”

You muse, your voice sounding thoughtful as she expresses relief, before nodding her head perhaps too hastily.

The anticipation, though?

That was easily genuine.

“Y-Yeah - that’s the one, baby. Look at you remembering all the names,” she coos, and you easily get distracted as she smiles sheepishly back at you, you unable to look away anymore, “god, I love you.”

“Leight,” you whimper faintly, sounding exasperated, as she giggles softly, before running her thumb over the back of your hand again.

“So, are you in, or-?”

She asks, and you know she’s about to do a somewhat steady impression of a chicken clucking as you roll your eyes playfully, but you haven’t easily forgot about Aurora’s date.

Not yet, anyway.

Leighton is surprisingly good at the game (especially knocking or propelling you off of each map’s race-track).

You can’t say you were expecting that, though you feel like you should have been.

You’ve admired Leighton for so many things, over the years, even after you’d lost each other for a little while.

You’re wordlessly admiring her now, even, when you should be trying to focus on beating down her successful racing laps so far.

It’s only when you hear another altercation that you realise she’s managed to knock your car over the side again.

You wince, as she just beams, as if she can feel how distracted you are beside her.

You guess you’re still not used to being here with her, but - at the same time, you love every second of moments like this.

Even when you’re occasionally forced to remember how things were; how things could be, if-..

You subconsciously wonder if Aurora’s shift has finished, yet.

You turn your head toward the clock in the room; 8:15pm.

She would be leaving now, right?

Meeting up with-?

You tense up again.

The car you’re trying to control - small as it is - rolls off the track again, but this time it’s of its own accord, as you look toward your phone, hesitantly setting the controller down, before you reach for it, wondering if you should send Aurora a quick text to make sure she’s okay.

Just a quick one.

Leighton can see you’re worried, and so easily, as usual, as she pauses the game.

“Hey,” she coos gently, “you okay?”

“It’s eight - Aurora would’ve-”

“Baby, look at me,” she continues even softer, and you want to; you want to let your gaze drift, but you’re already on WhatsApp, and the index finger of your right hand is hovering over her name. “Y/n,” she almost whispers, her voice threatening to tremble, but she tries to keep herself steady for you as your jaw tenses; sets, and you try and breathe a little more rhythmically, but your hands keep shaking, and you don’t know what else to do.

You just need to know Aurora’ll be okay if-

“Hey,” Leighton continues, her voice still so warm, and you crumble as you shake your head tightly, trying not to cry again.

She carefully sets your phone back down before you can drop it, before she eases you into a soft embrace, not wanting to scare you.

“It’s okay,” she whispers against your hair, and you can feel her right hand tracing faint circles on your back again.

Focusing on that is enough to make you feel at least somewhat calmer than you were, before.

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” she repeats softly, before pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, even.

Your breathing pattern slows, and your eyelids flutter shut for a moment as you reach for her right hand, before allowing the fingers of your left to interlace with her own.

“I love you,” you manage, your voice barely audible; you just want her to know, as you warily bury your face into the crook of her neck, sniffling faintly against it again. “I’ve always loved you, Leight,” you murmur, voice muffled against her skin, and she smiles softly, her heart stuttering slightly, but she doesn’t let herself get distracted as she relocates her free hand up to the back of your neck, squeezing just slightly.

“Micro-machines-?”

She prompts gently, and you feel at least slightly warmer inside to have her here with you, trying to keep you grounded as much as she possibly can, somehow.

You didn’t know what you did to deserve it.

Her.

But you sure as hell knew you were grateful, no matter what the consequences might be, in the end.

“Micro-machines,” you agree, a little breathlessly, as she holds you carefully at arms’ length, raising her eyebrows just slightly.

“And if I - win again?”

She asks, curious, as you grin a little more sheepishly than you did, before, as if you know exactly what she’s asking behind the posed question.

“You always win, baby, even when you don’t - of if you don’t, considering you keep beating me, so far,” you answer, and she can’t help the way her grin grows again as she averts her gaze, trying not to acknowledge the feeling of blood rushing to her cheeks as she makes to pick up her own controller again, you doing the same alongside her.

You already know you’re going to lose; either way, you intend to, because you want her to win, no matter what.

You just don’t expect her to want to give up another win just to allow you to have one, at the same time.

Not until the final round, when her own car went over the side before your’s could, leaving you distracted as you pass over the finish line, and wince when you realise your plan had failed, and her’s had succeeded unbeknownst to you.

You hardly hear the game menu music humming in the background anymore.

Leighton’s soft laugh, the way she lets her controller fall to the side, is louder - warmer.

She turns toward you, her legs folding beneath her as she gently nudges your arm.

“You really didn’t expect to win that, huh?”

You smirk faintly, but your cheeks are already warm.

“I was trying to let you win.”

“Mhm. Sure,” she teases, leaning in just enough for her nose to bump yours, and suddenly it’s so much quieter again.

The only thing louder than the silence is your pulse.

Your eyes meet hers.

The moment stretches.

And then you’re kissing her.

You don’t even remember who moved first, only the feeling - desperate, soft, familiar.

Like you’ve kissed her a thousand times in other lives, and not nearly enough in this one.

Her hands cup your jaw so delicately it makes your chest ache.

She’s trembling slightly, whether from nerves or restraint, you can’t tell - but her lips part against yours with a soft sigh, and your hands curl into the fabric of her hoodie like she’s the only real thing holding you here.

She shifts, straddling your lap slowly, careful not to startle you, never breaking the kiss.

You gasp softly into her mouth when her hips press against yours, just barely.

She freezes.

“Is this - okay?”

You nod immediately, breathless.

“More than okay.”

Leighton exhales shakily, kissing you again, deeper this time, as she starts to move - just a slow grind of her hips against yours, through the layers of your clothes.

It’s not fast.

It’s not rough.

It’s not even that precise.

It’s needy.

And intimate.

So unbearably soft.

You let your head fall back slightly, her forehead resting against yours as she rolls her hips again, and again, friction building in slow, aching waves.

You whimper faintly, and her hands slide down to your waist, anchoring you to her as she moves.

Your thighs tremble.

Your body arches instinctively to meet her rhythm.

You can feel her heat through every inch of your jeans, and the way her breath stutters makes it worse - makes it better.

“God, Y/n-..”

She breathes, like she’s not sure how this is real.

You lean up, catching her lips again, tongue just barely brushing hers in a kiss that says everything your words can’t manage.

One of her hands slides under the hem of your shirt, not to undress, just to touch - skin to skin, palm spread across your stomach.

You rock together, building a rhythm that makes your breath catch in your throat.

You moan softly into her mouth, and she swallows it, her own body trembling above yours.

You feel her hips stutter as she pants against your cheek, forehead pressed to yours, her grip tightening on your waist.

The tension builds so gradually you hardly notice until it’s unbearable - until your hips grind up, and hers down, and it sends you both spiralling.

You cling to each other through it, chests heaving, mouths pressed against collarbones and shoulders, shuddering through the release that leaves you both dizzy, lips parted, eyes fluttering.

And still, she doesn’t move away.

She just curls forward, resting her weight against you, your arms locking around her as you both breathe together in the stillness.

“I love you,” she murmurs again, like a vow. “Always.”

You smile into her hair, fingers trailing slow circles into her back.

“I know.”

But part of you is still fearful that - as you think you can hear your dad’s voice in your ear - you can’t be enough for her.

Not for as long as you genuinely wish you could be, anyway.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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Angela Orosco (SH2R v.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Panic/Anxiety Symptoms, Mental Health/Emotional Breakdown, Auditory Hallucinations/Voices, Memory Confusion/Dissociation, Fear of Intimacy/Flinching from Touch, Grief/Loss of a Loved One, Apologising for Existing/Internalised Shame - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Confusion/Still a Tacky Window Pane

When you begrudgingly wake up again, the Angela you know - or feel like you should know - in the dream, is gone again.

Your heart sinks, as you feel especially cold on the mattress beneath you.

That’s when you notice it looks brighter outside; the Angela you’re struggling even more to recognise didn’t wake you up to swift shifts with you.

You curse faintly, worried about her being tired, though you aren’t completely sure why you’re panicking as much as you are as you get up off of the makeshift bed, your heart stuttering when your gaze falls upon her frame again.

She’s in the corner, eyebrows furrowed still as she rocks lightly as if to try and provide comfort to herself.

“Angela?”

You begin gently, and she startles - just once, her body tensing, before she relaxes when she realises it’s just you again.

There’s something unrecognisable in her gaze, this time, though, as if she - too - is trying to examine you more closely somehow, the way you had occasionally done to her after the first dream had come again, she in your presence for it.

“I - I didn’t think you’d wake up, yet,” she murmured subconsciously, her voice hardly there anymore.

“I thought I’d be the one saying that to you,” you add, albeit hesitantly, as if you’re worried about upsetting her; worried that this isn’t the time to be reminding her of your and her previous conversation.

“I didn’t want to wake you,” she admitted, closer to a whisper, now, “I don’t need anymore sleep - I’m fine, b-before - before you try and-”

“I believe you,” you try and reassure her, as you crouch down a few paces away, leaving some distance between you both as you don’t want to scare her anymore than you’re worried you already had somehow. “I - I just-.. I was-.. never-mind. Should-.. Should we head back out there, or-?”

You make to get back up off of the ground again, and she looks almost panicked, her eyes widening a little.

“W-Wait,” she strains out, her voice briefly trembling.

You don’t know what to think after your heart aches the way it does, in response to the hurt, and the fear in her voice again.

You timidly turn to face her, waiting a short beat, until you feel able to allow your gaze to meet her own, the way it does, then.

“Did-.. Did you-? Did you have - one of those dreams again?”

She inquires, reluctantly, fidgeting with her fingers like she’s afraid of the answer somehow.

You raise your eyebrows slightly, wishing your heart would stop beating as fast as it was, then.

“E-Er, I - I think so - why? Did - Did you-?”

“No-!”

She answers, too fast, and you falter, before she winces, and bows her head again.

“I - I mean - no, I - I didn’t, I just-.. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry, I just - it keeps getting too - too loud, a-and I - I-.. I can’t - I just can’t - I - I don’t know if I can even-..”

Her face crumples as she begins to cry, pressing her face into her hands as you shake your head, chest refusing to not ache somehow.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers again, rocking slightly more than before as she tries to soothe her nerves, but she can hardly breathe, and she just wants it to stop.

She wants the voices to stop, but they won’t go away, and this time it’s not just her father; her mother; her brother - there’s whispers that sound like they’re coming from you, too.

She can hardly take the pain of knowing, and not knowing anymore, and she shakes with it.

She just shakes.

But not just because of who you could be to her, but because she did have a dream similar to your own, but it was based somehow around a different memory.

Even now, she can picture it in her mind, and once she starts thinking about it - she can’t stop.

She just can’t, and it terrifies her - the thought of being so close to you, but at the same time it confuses her, too, as she shakes her head faintly, her heart beating too fast alongside your own again.

She just keeps feeling like she’s stuck on the boundary of wanting the closeness somehow, and wanting to flee from it at the same time, and she hates it, but before it can keep playing on her mind, you timidly reach forward to delicately touch the back of her left hand with the fingertips of your right one, prompting her to jolt back, but at least her gaze has returned to your own, this time, before she can spiral too far into the dream-scape she - too - had encountered, earlier.

“Are - Are you-?”

You ask cautiously, as you hastily withdraw your hand, not wanting to startle her any further than you had.

Angela shakes her head tightly as she averts her gaze again, appearing more flustered than you’d ever seen her, before.

“I’m fine, okay? Just - stop-.. please stop asking me if I’m-..”

She winces, at her own words, but you shake your head again, not only lifting your hands in surrender, but moving back just slightly to give her more space so you can try and convey to her that it’s okay; she is okay - you could never hurt her; you weren’t like whoever had.

You just hoped she knew that.

Even if she isn’t the person you’d been seeing in the dreams you’d been having lately.

“Why-?”

She whispers, her voice still shaky.

Your eyebrows furrow as you tilt your head partially back at her, as if wondering what she means, somehow.

She hesitates, before trying to make the question clearer for you.

“Why are you always - being-.. so good to me? Why are you-? We’re not even supposed to know each other, or - or be here, together - why are you still here?”

You frown, lips moving soundlessly for a moment as you avert your gaze, afraid of what might happen if you tried to answer her question in any way you could, somehow.

You just kept thinking about everything you’d seen in that dream-scape; every word you’d both shared with one another.

Well, if the other figure you knew as ‘Angela’ was the Angela before you, anyway.

You just wished the haze in your head would go away, so you could understand what was going on; try and retrieve what you hadn’t yet lost, before it could get to being too late for you to do so, like it had been with-..

Your heart sinks, for a moment, when you’re reminded of Clara again.

You don’t know how to think about any of it, anymore.

You just know you miss her.

You miss her, and you don’t even know if she could even be here anymore, somehow.

You kept picturing how she was, in the hospital.

Could she really be-?

Surprisingly, it was Angela’s turn to try and stabilise you, as she carefully inches closer, delicately voicing your name in worried inquiry as you shake your head faintly, tears clouding your vision all of a sudden, like they never had before.

They poured down your cheeks before you could even acknowledge them, and you couldn’t bring yourself to wipe them away, only faltering when you felt a soft warmth brushing across your left cheek.

You couldn’t lift your hands, so Angela had eventually brought herself to brush the tears away for you, despite her fear that maybe it wasn’t her place to do so, still.

You can feel the confused pain on your face again as your eyes meet her’s, and she relaxes slightly - just slightly, as she timidly lowers her hand back down to her lap, not sure what else to do, now.

You aren’t sure, either, as you warily look back down at the shorter space between the two of you, before drawing in a barely audible shaky breath, and trying to coax your voice back out to sound again.

“T-Thank you,” you manage, eventually, as Angela nods tightly, wanting to respond, but the words just keep getting stuck in her throat, now.

Instead, she cautiously reaches for your left hand to rest her right one upon it again.

Your skin felt so soft beneath her palm, and she appeared a little more relaxed when you seemed calm; un-phased just slightly beneath her touch as you smile softly back at her, and she faintly over at you.

You didn’t think you’d seen a smile quite like her’s before.

Neither did you want to acknowledge the fact that you’d even glanced down at her lips in the first place as you avert your gaze too hastily, and she tenses again, worried she did something wrong as she shakes her head lightly, and withdraws her hand again.

“S-Sorry, I - I didn’t mean - I don’t know - I just-.. sorry, I’m-.. if I-.. if I scared you-.. or-.. I don’t know, but-.. I’m sorry, anyway, a-and I won’t - I won’t do it again, okay? I swear I won’t, I-..”

“It’s okay,” you coo gently, “I swear it’s okay. I just-.. I guess it just - surprised me, I - I don’t know, but-.. it - it’s not your fault, so - don’t worry about it. Please, don’t.”

She still appears hesitant, shaking her head, but she doesn’t want to protest against you as she forces a faint smile up at you again, and you return it, less hesitantly this time.

Then, you look back toward one of the window panes, reminding yourself of the town outside, waiting to trap the both of you all over again, somehow.

You feared it might happen, soon, given your and her recent realisations, and skepticisms, but - regardless of whatever the town had in store - you were hopeful.

Still hopeful.

Because you weren’t alone, no matter how much it felt like you still were, sometimes.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.7k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Near Panic Episode, Familial Abuse/Domestic Trauma (Implied), Shame/Self-Consciousness, Hyper-Vigilance/Trust Anxiety, Mild Public Conflict/Social Discomfort, Survivor Guilt/Fear of Hurting Others - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Fear Versus Light/Light Versus Terror

“Aurora’s looking at us again,” Leighton muses, and you wince as you glance toward your sister, who looks as if she’s quickly averted her gaze back down to another row of the bakery’s petite pastries.

Surprisingly, you had timidly been the one to bring the place up since you knew the owner, and he’d offered you - what, a couple or so years ago to put together a wedding cake if you and Elizabeth got any further in your relationship than you did?

That wasn’t the worst part of it, though - that was before you’d accidentally - well, maybe accidentally - showed up drunk at his own wedding after you and Elizabeth had split up, and you might have done the most embarrassing thing you’d ever done before.

In your opinion, anyway.

You were surprised you were even still being allowed in here.

Leighton, however, was unaware of your incident, given you’d always been worried about what might happen if you told her, silly though that probably was.

“Seems she was,” you corroborate, and Leighton raises her eyebrows back at you, a playfully judgemental look on her face again.

“Did you seriously just do what I think you did?”

She questions, and you tense up, warily looking back at her again.

Her heart stutters at how soft your eyes look, then.

You stammer slightly, fidgeting with your fingers as you shrug nonchalantly, before breathlessly bringing yourself to respond to her inquiry again.

“What?”

Of course, knowing you, Leighton wasn’t surprised that you’d answered her question so innocently with another question.

God, she loves you.

The thought flusters her, but it’s true, as she smiles softly - a little sheepishly - down at her own hands, before inching a little closer to you again to delicately bump her right shoulder against your left one.

“Don’t worry about it,” she answers softly, and you pout a little back at her.

“Come on, Leight - you may as well tell me,” you whine, and Leighton raises her eyebrows all over again as she considers it for a moment, before sighing gravely, and too easily deciding to give into you.

“What I meant was - did you seriously just directly look in your sister’s direction when I told you she was looking again?”

You realise, your eyes widening a little as you try not to curse down at the ground again.

“She’s gonna know we’re talking about her now,” she clarifies, and you roll your eyes, genuinely annoyed at yourself for slipping up like that, “don’t worry, though - I admire people who take subtlety to the next level-”

“Leight,” you strain again, your face feeling too warm.

“What? I’m allowed to compliment you; you’re not just my best friend, now - you’re my fiancée, remember? Y/n, you’ve always been-”

“So what happened to the other one?”

You wince, hearing a familiar voice you didn’t think you would for a little while, now.

“Shit - I mean, hey, Pat,” you greet, before adding to Leighton quietly; almost under your next breath, the words - or something like: ‘short for Patrick.’

Leighton realises, before nodding thoughtfully, as she smiles as brightly as she can up at the figure leaning against the main counter-top.

“Yeah - I missed you, too,” he returns gruffly, before nodding his head slightly toward Leighton as the both of you stand up together, Leighton’s right hand subconsciously finding your left one again. “This the lucky girl, this time around?”

You try not to get flustered again, still holding some disbelief that Leighton was still beside you, and actually wanted to take a step even like this with you, somehow, even after everything.

“Yeah, she - erm - this is-”

You tense up again, and Leighton squeezes your hand gently to remind you she’s there, and always will be.

No matter what.

Your heart stutters again as you return the gesture, before trying to speak up all over again, despite the way your throat was closing like you were afraid of doing or saying something wrong again, somehow.

“H-Her name’s Leighton, so - Leight, this is Patrick - Pat, this is-”

“Don’t worry, I heard you the first time,” he reassured, and you relax slightly.

Patrick knew some of what you’d told him about your father, but you’d been a bit more restrained in regard to your past in conversation with him.

You weren’t sure why, you just - you felt slightly more uncomfortable, sometimes, than you did when Leighton was with you; when you’d told her in mostly smidges about what he’d done to you.

And she’d saw evidence of it more than a couple of times, now.

Intentionally, and - unintentionally.

You try not to flinch when Leighton’s fingertips lightly graze over your elbow, instead looking back at her timidly as you wince, noticing how quiet it was in the room, now.

“Hey, are - are you okay? Do - Do you wanna sit down for a bit?”

Leighton asks softly, as if she intends the words to be heard by you - just you.

Patrick looks concerned, too.

You also think you can feel Aurora looking over at you, your heart feeling like it was being squeezed as you clenched your fists just slightly, before shaking your head, and trying to muster a faint response - short though it was.

“I - I’m okay.”

Your voice is hardly there anymore.

Leighton’s eyebrows furrow just slightly; you can tell she doesn’t believe you, no matter how hard you try to insist on such a statement as that was.

“I am, I just - I got distracted, I - I’m sorry, okay? I’ll try and-..”

You sigh, it coming out a little shaky as you tried to steady your breathing pattern again.

Before you know it, Aurora is at your right side.

She’s trying to steady you even more, and you can’t help, but snap a little as you get slightly more frustrated than before, hissing that you’re okay again.

Aurora frowns, but she understands.

She withdraws slightly to give you space, and you can hear her saying something to Leighton.

Your ears keep ringing, though, and you struggle to determine exactly what the words being shared are.

You think you hear Patrick’s voice, too, briefly, but you can’t hear his words, either.

However, when Leighton is standing before you, her hands really lightly gripping your wrists as the fingertips of her thumbs trace over the back of your hands, you falter again, your eyes meeting her’s.

She relaxes, too, for a moment, her eyelids fluttering just slightly as your lips move silently, as if you’re trying to voice her name again.

She doesn’t hesitate, after that, as she carefully guides you outside, and you follow her willingly.

When you both stop, it’s only to sit on the side of the hill together again.

It’s quiet, for a little while; she’s wordlessly admiring the sky, whilst you can’t help, but occasionally glance over to admire her like you never have before.

As if it’s the first time, every time you get to see her again.

Really see her.

Your breath stutters in your chest when she turns her head slightly, and you quickly avert your gaze as if you weren’t guilty of staring at her maybe at least a beat too long.

She can’t help, but grin, her eyes glinting down at the space between you both, before she carefully reaches her right hand over to your left one again, her fingertips lightly tracing over the back of your fingers as your smile grows faintly, blood rushing up to your cheeks as if there wasn’t enough there somehow from the last time you’d grown to appear flustered again by her voice; her light touches against your skin.

You still can’t believe how someone can have an effect on you, the way that she does.

Has, ever since you first met her, somehow.

That first night.

Even before you’d lost her, and lost a part of yourself with her.

Before things had got worse, at home, and you spent most nights crying for her again.

Trying to escape the nightmare that maybe if she tried to see you again, for whatever reason she might want to, your dad would try and hurt her, too, for trying to get you away from him.

Your fingers twitch faintly beneath her touch, and Leighton hesitates, not moving her fingertips any further up your hand as she instead rests them where they are, not wanting to scare you.

“Tell me something,” she coos softly, instead, her voice breathy; barely audible, as if she herself is trying with great difficulty to hold herself together for you, too.

Your heart sinks, as your eyebrows furrow; you’re trying to think of other things, but all you can think about is the accident you had at Patrick’s wedding.

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath, as if you’re nervous again.

“I can’t,” you claim faintly, and Leighton raises her eyebrows back at you like she did before.

“You can’t tell me anything you might be thinking about, right now?”

She prompts, and you wince again.

“I-.. T-There’s one thing. But-.. I can’t, Leight - it - it’s, like, super embarrassing - one of the worst things I’ve ever done, probably.”

Her eyes glint with intrigue as she sits up a little more, eyes locked on you.

“Really?”

“Yep,” you answer, without hesitation.

“Then you have to tell me - come on; it’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone.”

It’s your turn to lift your eyebrows back at her, as if you’re seriously doubting that statement, right now.

You sigh gravely, when she doesn’t let up, insisting again that she won’t tell a soul, somehow.

“You really want to know?”

You pry, and she inches closer, nodding perhaps too hastily.

“More than you could possibly believe, honestly.”

She answers again.

“You’re seriously, and I mean seriously sure about this? Because if I told you what I did, we’ll probably never see each other again, even. Maybe, I mean - if I don’t decide to run off and join the circus, or - yeah, you get the point.”

She can’t help, but giggle softly, and your heart flutters in your chest in response to the sound, gentle and warm as it is, then.

“Trust me - you’re stuck with me now, baby - no matter what,” she coos delicately, and you try and recompose yourself again as you turn your hand slightly to lace your fingers between her own again, “so - what did you do?”

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R v.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here, as well as some graphic smut depiction!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 3.1k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Mental Health Struggles, Trauma From Abuse/Parental Fear (Implied), Post-Abduction/Survivor Trauma (Referenced), Dissociation/Dream-like Memory Haze, Fear of Being a Burden/Low Self-Esteem, Implied Hyper-Vigilance/Sleep Deprivation, Survivor Bonding/Co-Dependency Themes (Mild), Emotional Abuse (Internalised/Psychological), Suicidal Ideation/Self-Loathing (Implied), Dissociation/Surreal Dream States, Grief and Survivor’s Guilt, Family Rejection/Homophobia (Implied), Panic Response/Physical Shaking/Crying, Intense Romantic Desperation/Fear of Loss, Sexual Content/Explicit Intimacy, Trauma Recovery & Emotional Vulnerability During Intimacy, Implied Amnesia/Memory Loss, Emotional Dependence/Intense Romantic Focus, Dream-State/Surreal Environment - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Searching/Can’t Lose You

The search felt pointless, in the end.

Well, almost pointless.

Some supplies; no Clara.

Some grounding; no Clara.

Some confidence; no fucking Clara.

You bow your head slightly, as you and Angela walk back toward your and her current ‘hideout’, not that it felt that safe, but-..

You sigh, wondering if you could be safe anywhere anymore.

That’s when you tense up, feeling Angela’s hand on your shoulder again.

“Hey, are - are you okay?”

She inquires timidly, but when you look back at her her eyes are full of nothing, but the sheer concern she holds for the girl before her, quiet as you were being, right now.

You wince, before nodding gravely, and just about managing a faint smile up at her again.

She falters, feeling her heart stutter, as she warily withdraws her hand, trying to smile softly back at you despite the overwhelming feeling that she’s seen such a smile before.

Exactly like your’s, but - like the other strange recollections - it seemed distant; tucked away into a deep corner within her mind as she bows her head slightly, before glancing eventually back up at you as you sink down against the counter within Happy Burger, heart beating too fast, still.

The supplies you and Angela had gathered rested still within your arms, before you set them down awkwardly beside you, alongside the knife she’d given up to you.

Angela fidgeted with her fingers, her throat feeling tight, but still she felt like she should try and say something to ease up the space between them somehow.

“I’m-.. I’m sorry that - that we-.. that we didn’t find your friend,” she offers gently, as she cautiously takes a small step closer to your slightly more hunched over frame as you hug your knees to your chest, staring down at the tiles before you.

You tense up all over again.

She notices, and despite the urge telling her to stop; to run, she tries to continue anyway, feeling as if it’s something she needs to do, right now, for your sake, as much as her own.

“E-Either of them,” she muses, remembering what you’d both been pondering upon earlier in the day, by now, “but-.. there’s more places we can look in, together, if-?”

Her voice crack a little, before she looks away again.

You frown, as you glance warily up at her, heart sinking as soon as you notice the conflicted look on her face, the way it is, now.

You’re not sure what to say, for a moment, almost lost for words as you find yourself looking up at her a beat longer than you felt you should, before quickly downing your own gaze again.

You didn’t want to scare her away.

Especially not now.

“Thank you,” you manage, just about, your voice sounding almost more raspy than it did before as if you were struggling to hold yourself together, just being here - and thinking too hard - the way you were, since you’d arrived back here.

You clear your throat awkwardly, trying to make your voice sound clearer somehow.

“That, erm - that means a lot to me,” you add a little more breathlessly than before, your voice slightly shaking toward the end of your sentence again.

She nods timidly at the exchange, before turning as if to return to her own corner of the room.

You feel like you should say more; less about yourself, but more about her, maybe, as you sit up just a bit more, struggling to hold your lungs together.

“I-.. I never asked, I think-.. but - are - are you-.. are you looking for someone, too?”

Angela flinches, slightly, at the question, and you falter, your eyes widening as if you’re expecting her to bolt again.

“W-Wait, I - I’m sorry, you - you don’t have to answer that, I just-”

She shakes her head gravely, her eyebrows knitting together slightly to the point you could see the pain on her face, and you wished you’d never opened your fucking mouth like you did.

“I - I don’t know if I should-..”

She murmurs, her voice barely audible, and you nod tightly, wanting her to know it’s okay; she doesn’t need to tell you anything she doesn’t want to.

She draws in a barely audible shaky breath, avoiding your gaze as she looks anywhere, but back at you for a moment, until she feels like she can speak again, no matter how much her voice tries to fail her.

“My - My mama - I mean - my - my mother, I - I’m looking for my mother,” she manages, her words escaping her so quickly they almost stumble over each other, but before you can even respond she’s looking back at you again, eyes wider than they were before, “just - please don’t tell my dad that I told you, okay? D-Don’t even say we know each other; he doesn’t like it when I-”

She falls quiet again, a strained sob escaping her as she bows her head, face crumpling.

“If - If he knew - he - he’d-..”

Your eyebrows furrowed slightly alongside her own as you carefully got up off of the ground, slowly inching closer to her to try and soothe her, but when she hears you moving, she jumps back, startled as she shakes her head, and you know better than to try and get any closer again as you shake your head tightly, and raise your hands up in surrender to try and show her that you mean no harm against her.

She relaxes, just slightly, trying to recompose herself as she manages to breathe a little less erratically than she did before.

“I - I’m sorry, I-.. I don’t know why I - I just-.. I’m sorry, okay?”

She murmurs, and you hesitantly let your hands drop back down to your sides again.

“It’s okay,” you reassure her gently, though your voice threatens to tremble still, “look, I-.. I can’t pretend to - to know what-.. or all of what you’re going through, right now, but - for what it’s worth - your dad sounds like an asshole, and you shouldn’t care about what he thinks-”

“You - You don’t know him - he - he’s - he’ll-”

“Well, it’s good that I don’t, because I don’t want to know him, and - whoever he is, I’m not gonna tell him anything, okay? I’m not gonna-.. and - whatever he does - if - if you ever see him, you - you tell me, okay? A-And I’ll - I’ll be there, okay? I promise you I’ll be there. I’m not going to let anyone hurt you, no matter what.”

Angela appears taken aback by your vow, clearly not expecting it as she tilts her head partially over at you, wondering why you’re so determined to try and help her, and why it makes her heart stutter the way it does, all over again.

“But - why? Why do you want to help me? Why would you even-?”

You hesitate, a pained expression on your face again as you shake your head tightly, still trying to figure out your emotions yourself as you avert your gaze again for a second, or two, tears even threatening to spill from your eyes somehow.

“Are you kidding? You saved me,” you answer, eventually, and she falters again, like she’s remembering what happened before all over again, as if the memory had escaped her mind recently. “A-And, honestly, I - I feel - safe, around you, I guess. Like - Like I don’t-.. have to - hide? I - I don’t know if it makes sense, I just-.. I’m sorry. I just - I want you to know I’m here for - for you, too, to - yeah. If - y’know - if you want me to, I don’t want you to feel like I-”

“It’s okay,” she murmurs softly, almost like it’s second-nature around you, somehow, even without her knowing quite why she feels this comfortable around you already.

The haze just kept creeping in, like the memory of who you were to her possibly in another life; another loop - if that somehow existed somewhere - was still trying to come through, but being forced back by an invisible boundary still standing between them somehow.

You express relief, glad you’d not messed up as a soft smile plays on your lips back at her, and it makes her feel strangely warm inside again.

“That - That’s - good, y-yeah,” you manage, in response, as she nods faintly, before smiling softly back at you again.

It’s awkward, just for a moment, as the both of you stand where you were before.

You’re subconsciously grateful, though, when she yawns quietly, averting her gaze again as if she’s embarrassed to have given into her evident exhaustion.

“It - It’s late,” you muse, your voice hardly there at first, as you look outside, somewhat being able to tell that it’s getting darker, despite the mass of fog beyond the windows of the decrepit fast-food restaurant. “We - erm, we should probably get some rest, right?”

“I’ll - I can take the night watch, this time,” Angela offers, and you wince, remembering you’d fallen asleep last time when you had meant to stay awake before.

“Hey, n-no, it - it’s fine, I - I don’t mind taking-”

“You took it last time, remember? You probably need it more than I do-”

“Angela,” you continue a little more exasperatedly, and she falls quiet, breath faintly hitching in her chest again at the way you’d said her name; it didn’t scare her; it was more - she didn’t even know how to describe it, but - you had said it like you were revering her presence, somehow.

And it felt - familiar?

Almost too familiar to the point it was overwhelming, and even more frustrating given that she couldn’t place a name on how it made her feel, somehow.

“Fine, you - you can - but not for long, okay? You need to sleep, too,” you give in, eventually - something in her eyes just made you want to melt entirely; made it harder to resist her suggestion; her, in general. “A-Anyway, maybe - maybe try and wake me in around half an hour, or so, a-and you can get some sleep after that, okay? Just - if you - y’know - if you want to, you - you don’t - don’t have to, I just - you know-..”

Your cheeks feel too warm.

“I’ll think about it,” she replies softly, and you think you catch a mischievous flicker in her eyes, your heart pounding all over again as your chest feels warm; like a burst of pride as if you’re happy you managed to prompt such a reaction out of her - again it was like one you thought you hadn’t seen before, when actually it felt more familiar than you thought it ever could, somehow.

“Good,” you respond a little brighter than before, “then I guess I’ll have to hold you to that.”

Angela faintly raises her eyebrows, before smiling quietly down at the ground again as she shrugs nonchalantly, manages an even softer ‘goodnight’, and you one in return, before she returns to the corner, and you carefully slide the knife over to her in case she needs it.

She winces when she realises she forgot about it, looking a little more flustered than before as she smiles a little more half-heartedly back at you as if something was still tormenting her.

You dread to think about what it could be, and know you should avoid trying to ask for fear of scaring her away or distancing her even more, so you instead try and force the question from your brain, reluctantly allowing your eyes to close, and miserably all over again.

The pain only comes back, when the dreamy haze returns.

That is, for the first part of it.

You can hear these faint whispers again; Clara’s voice.

‘You’ll only leave her, like you left me.’

You falter, shaking your head hastily as your eyes widen, trailing around the abyss surrounding you.

This feels a lot more uncomfortable than your last dream had.

You tense, feeling a brush of wind passing behind you, like something was stalking you.

‘You’ll never figure it out, will you?’

‘You’ve always been too weak to admit how you feel.’

‘You couldn’t even fight them for me; to be with me - you just let them control you, didn’t you?’

You hardly notice the tears trailing down your cheeks.

‘You’re pathetic, Y/n - maybe I would have been better off I left you, instead.’

“Stop,” you strain out, your voice trembling again as you hug yourself, trying to keep yourself together somehow despite the words cutting into you sharper than any blade ever could. “Please, stop - I - I didn’t - I didn’t want you to-”

‘Why are you still here, Y/n? Are you still trying to justify what you did?’

“Fuck,” you whisper as you instead bury your face into your hands again. “That - That’s not - I never wanted to-”

“Y/n-?”

Your heart stutters at the sound; a faint sob escapes you as you quickly turn to face the direction of the oh so warm voice again.

The one that kept returning to you in such dreams as these, despite the way the town tried to make you feel like you could never last here - not after what happened where Clara and your parents were concerned, in one breath.

Or maybe two.

“Angela?”

You manage, your voice straining; the name still feels strange on your tongue, like the haze is still trying to hold your memories back, somehow - if this was all even a part of a memory, somehow.

This - This particular figure, anyway.

It’s name.

The way it made you feel inside.

You can hardly breathe whenever she ends up appearing again.

But - even after the faint hint of comfort, there is one more whisper, and you’re terrified that maybe she can hear it, too, somehow.

‘She doesn’t deserve you; I didn’t, either - I deserved nothing of what you gave me, in the end.’

You frown, your heart sinking heavy in your chest as you shake your head tightly, whilst the figure still approaches, eyes darkening.

“I - I-.. Angela, I - I never-.. I didn’t want her to-.. I didn’t know what else to - I swear, I - I - I loved her, okay? I fucking loved her, but - but my parents - they - they didn’t want us to be-”

The figure doesn’t hesitate, carefully wrapping her arms around you as she strokes the back of your head, you shaking in her arms again.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m so - but - but I - I won’t - I-..”

You manage to hold her gently at arms’ length somehow, her not flinching at your touch anymore.

Your eyes meet her even softer ones, and your heart stutters all over again as your lips move silently for a moment - you can’t lose her.

Not her, too.

“I - I promise, Angela, I - I’m different, now - I won’t let my parents stop me from - from loving again, I - I won’t, baby, I - I promise, okay? I love you; I fucking love you, Angela, I-”

“It’s okay,” she coos gently, and you relax so easily again. “I know, Y/n - I trust you; I’ll always-..”

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath, as Angela looks around again, before her gaze falls upon a stray door, looking familiar, but in a way neither of you can place, somehow.

But she wants to get you to somewhere more comfortable, than this - space.

So she leads you toward it anyway, and you follow willingly.

The door closes behind you both, and the world feels - paused.

The silence is heavy but kind, like the town itself is giving you a moment to breathe - for once.

Angela’s hand hasn’t left yours since she led you through.

Her thumb strokes small circles into your skin, grounding you.

You don’t let go.

You don’t want to.

She looks at you like you’re something fragile - like something sacred.

Her fingers twitch, eyes searching your face.

“Are you sure that - that it’s me who - who you-?”

She whispers.

You nod slowly, then reach up to gently cup her cheek, pulling her closer until your lips brush hers again - tender, patient, wanting.

Her breath stutters, and she leans into you, mouth warm and hesitant before giving in fully.

Her hands shake just slightly as they slip under your shirt, skimming the bare skin of your waist.

When you don’t stop her - don’t flinch - she exhales softly against your lips, then kisses you again, deeper.

You tug her with you toward the mattress, not needing words.

It’s quiet now, safe in this bubble of yours, as you sink back and let her hover over you.

Her weight feels comforting, grounding.

She kisses you slowly as her hand slides lower, under the band of your pants - knuckles grazing the softest parts of you, and when her fingers slip down between your thighs, your hips twitch in response.

She freezes.

You open your eyes, breathing ragged.

“Don’t stop.”

Angela swallows thickly, watching your face as her fingers press in more firmly, sliding through the slick heat there - exploring, unsure at first, but gentle.

Always gentle.

Your legs part further instinctively, giving her more space as her fingers dip down again, circling, slow and so painfully delicate it makes your chest ache.

She rubs slow, careful circles around your clit, watching the way you gasp and bite your lip.

Then - timid but sure - she presses one finger inside.

The stretch is small, but it steals your breath all the same, because it’s her, and she’s inside you, and there’s nothing in the world but this.

She moves slowly, curling just slightly, learning you with every soft gasp you make.

You reach up, curling your fingers into her jumper, dragging her down until your forehead touches hers, panting into the kiss.

“F-Fuck, Angela - please-..”

She adds a second finger, and the moan that breaks from you is muffled by her mouth.

Her name slips from your lips again, and again, as her rhythm builds - still slow, still worshipful, but no less intense.

Your thighs tremble around her, and she presses her free hand to your hip to hold you steady, her own breath shaky as she watches you come undone beneath her.

When you finally arch against her hand, gasping her name like a prayer, she kisses you through it - soft, lingering kisses as her fingers slow, easing you back down.

After, she doesn’t pull away.

She just shifts up, wraps her arms around you, and holds you like you’re something precious.

You bury your face into her neck, still trembling.

“I’ve got you,” she murmurs again.

You believe her.

You just wish you could remember everything more clearly, somehow; maybe you’d be able to get away from here with her - whoever she is; if she is who you wonder she might be, though you still aren’t entirely sure as your eyebrows furrow.

All you know now is that you feel safe in her arms; you always have, since the dreams had even started, and you weren’t about to give up on her.

Not that easily.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I’ll ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆.” ☦︎︎

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.2k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Bullying/Verbal Abuse, References to Childhood Trauma/Abduction, Violence/Physical Assault, Emotional Dysregulation/Rage Response, Panic/Dissociation, Fleeing/Reckless Behaviour, Feelings of Unworthiness/Self-Blame - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Heartless/One Truly Tender

Since your and Regina’s last heart-to-heart, you’d been trying harder to be a bit of a brighter personality around her.

You tried to even make jokes, terrible though they were; you couldn’t help, but admit.

She looked so beautiful when she smiled in response to them.

Your heart could just-..

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath as you waved back at her, after finishing locking your motorcycle again outside Northshore High.

The smile came again, so easily; you didn’t know what you did to deserve it.

You didn’t know what you did to deserve her.

You would have made to start walking up to her after taking off your helmet, but when you tried, you were shoved back against your bike, wincing as you lean heavily against it for a moment.

“Where do you think you’re going, huh?”

A sneery voice rang out again.

Shane.

You sighed - just when you think things might be okay, he always seemed to turn up and try and ruin it all again somehow.

���I was actually just about to go and make out with your ex, over there - do you mind?”

You retort, and Shane scowls again.

“You’re a little shit, you know that, right?”

“Whatever, Shane - I’ve got shit to do,” you utter, already bored.

“You know - I heard some things about you, freak girl,” he begins again, following behind you closely.

“Is that right?”

You murmur through gritted teeth.

You didn’t know why it pissed you off, but - it just-.. it just did.

To know he’d been trying to snoop about in your personal business.

You tried to shrug it off, as best you could, but - there’d been.. well, you were sick of many things, and whenever someone tried to bring you down using your family history - you never exactly took it lightly.

You can probably guess why you’d got kicked and moved into so many different schools over the years, once you were returned to Cal after your previously being abducted and all.

“I heard some big things,” he continued, and you grunted, desperate to try and get him off your back somehow.

“Like-?”

You inquire, as if you’re interested.

“Like how your mom left you,” he remarked, for starters, and you tense up a bit more than before, “I’m not surprised. You might think it’s because of your dad, whatever he’s like, but - actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was because of you that she wanted to go. You’re more of a disappointment than you realise you are, aren’t you? You go around like you think you’re so special; so tough, but - I bet there’s still a part of you still crying for your mama to come home-”

You couldn’t do it anymore.

You let your anger get the better of you - and what’s worse?

You did it again.

You swiftly turned to face him, as he jolts back, as if expecting you to plant one on his nose.

Directly.

You want to.

God, you want to, and you still might.

“Take that back,” you spit, your voice barely audible.

He raises his eyebrows again, before grinning smugly.

“You’re really mad, huh?”

“Shane,” you warn lowly, clenching your hands into fists again.

“You want me to stop? Why don’t you come over here and make me?”

You hesitate, especially when you hear the shouting of incoming teachers and students alike.

“I’m not doing this with you - I can’t just-”

You say, half to yourself; half to him.

Hearing Regina calling for you didn’t help.

“You’re just gonna walk away, huh?”

He asks as you turn away, keeping your head low.

You make it a few steps.

Just a few steps.

“I knew you just took it from those kidnappers of your’s; you’re exactly the type to - they were the big guys, and you just knew you wouldn’t be able to fight back against them - you’re pathetic, Y/n. You’ll never change. Your whole life, you’ll always just be the little freak you are - Regina’ll leave you. She’ll come running back to me, and you will be nothing. You hear me? You’re nothing!”

You were hardly thinking, anymore.

You swiftly turned on your heel, and lunged at him.

He startled again, as you knocked him down, throwing a few mindless punches as you held his collar in your free hand.

He cried as you did it.

You feared maybe you would have continued, if Regina hadn’t wrapped her arms around you, and managed to pull you away from him.

You breathed heavily as you tried to calm down; tried to stop seeing anything, but the red in your eyes.

You didn’t want to take shit from anyone anymore.

You’d said it many times before, and you weren’t stopping, now.

“Y/n,” Regina cooed gently, her voice trembling a little.

And then you felt the cracks spreading within you again.

“Hey, it - it’s okay, just - just try and breathe with me, okay?”

She continues softly, but you can still hear the hint of anxiety in her voice as she looks toward the approaching authority around here, you tensing up as if you know you’ve fucked up already.

“Reg,” you whisper faintly, and her heart sinks at how small your voice sounds again. “Reg, I - I’m so - I shouldn’t have - I don’t even know if I - I’m sorry, okay? Reg, I’m so-”

“Hey, no - it - it’s okay,” she tries to reassure you as she carefully turns you around to face her, you faltering as soon as your eyes meet her own again.

You’d never seen orbs so beautiful; oceans of blue.

She lifts her right hand up to your left cheek, and for a second you wonder what would happen if you leaned forward to kiss her amongst the chaos.

There isn’t much time to think, though, and you startle when you hear your name being called a little more firmly - the teachers; they know it was you.

They must know.

Your hands shake as your lips move silently, but her eyes never left your’s, as if she was silently pleading for you to stay with her; to not run away, but the dread was growing to be overwhelming as you faintly shake your head, mouthing a faint ‘I’m sorry’ back at her, before you withdraw from her embrace, and flee the scenery.

As soon as you get close enough, you swiftly unlock your motorbike, force your helmet on recklessly, before you pulled back onto the road, and sped off as if you didn’t care about getting hit anymore.

And you could have, as you narrowly avoid one of the school buses, Regina wincing at the sight, before she expresses some relief to see you emerge on the other side of it, until you were out of sight again.

She sighed heavily.

She knew she’d be questioned, if she stayed around.

She didn’t want them to think you beat Shane up for the sake of just beating him up, but she didn’t want to leave you alone to do something reckless, at the same time, so she - too - did the only thing she could think of, right now.

She fled after you.

And she didn’t regret doing it, in the end.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Regina George Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R v.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.5k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Vulnerability/Low Self-Worth, PTSD/Past Trauma (Implied), Mild Dissociation/Dream-State Confusion, Fear of Abandonment/Relationship Hesitation, Mild Threat/Dread in Atmosphere - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Sleep/Something Like Fire

When you woke, you woke with a start.

You were surprised to find Angela was crouching beside you already, a worried look on her face again.

“E-Er - good morning, I guess?”

You begin a little breathlessly, wincing as you sit up again, trying to ignore the undeniable warmth and wetness you still felt after the last hazy dream you’d had.

Angela returned with something barely audible, before bowing her head, and fidgeting with her fingers again.

“You - Are you okay?”

You inquired gently.

She winces, before nodding tightly, and looking back toward her corner again as if she wanted to retreat back into it.

“Y-Yeah, I - I’m - I’m okay, I just-.. I thought you were having a nightmare, but-.. I don’t know, I’m sorry,” she murmurs, and you raise your eyebrows back at her - it hadn’t been anything close to a nightmare - not this time, anyway. “S-Should we-?”

She gesticulates warily toward the door again.

You try and hide the worried look that wants to show on your face, as you swallow uncomfortably, and nod gravely.

“Y-Yeah, I mean - I guess we have to keep moving, if-.. yeah.”

You manage, eventually, and Angela frowns; she guessed she had been half-expecting, or hoping - even - that maybe you’d say ‘no’; maybe it would be better for you and her to stay here for at least a little while longer, just in case anything was waiting outside for the two of you.

At the same time, though, she wondered if it was because she felt slightly less uneasy when she was around you.

“You - You don’t have to come with me, you know? I could just go out there - see what I find, and if I find either Clara or-.. if I am looking for someone else, I don’t know, but-.. whoever I find, and feel is trustworthy, I can - bring them back, maybe? If - If that’s okay?”

Angela hesitates, not sure, as she averts her gaze again.

Your expression softens, when you notice her eyes darken.

“I-.. I don’t know if that would be-..”

She cautiously looks back up at you again.

“What if - What if you get hurt out there? What if one of those - things - come back? I don’t know if I can-”

“I’m sure you’d be fine without me,” you try and reassure her, and she tenses, eyes widening slightly, as you wince, before awkwardly clearing your throat again, “I’m sorry - that - that was probably-.. I just thought-.. you were here, before me, remember? When - When I met you back at the graveyard? I didn’t mean for it to sound-”

“It’s okay,” she murmurs faintly again, before managing a faint smile back at you, “I just-.. I don’t know if I want to be alone again.”

You frown, your expression easily softening as you nod timidly; you understood that feeling way too well, now.

“Then, you won’t be,” you try and reassure her, and her heart stutters somehow as she expresses relief, eyes warily meeting your own again, “because you have me, right?”

She hesitates, for a moment, before nodding slowly, and averting her gaze back down to her hands, tucked neatly in her lap, still.

“Y-Yeah - I guess I do,” she responds lightly, her voice still too close to a whisper as if allowing herself to speak still terrified her sometimes.

You smile softly down at the ground, hoping this meant that maybe she was trusting you slightly more than before.

It frustrated you, though, to think you couldn’t name exactly why you’d have such a reaction.

“So, I guess that means you’ll somehow want to go back out there with me? Seriously?”

You guess, and Angela winces again, but she can’t deny that you’re right, as she manages another faint nod, and you hesitate just a moment longer, before pressing yourself up off of the ground, and offering her a hand-up.

She looks unsure at the gesture, and you try not to overthink things as you wince, before making to pull your hand back, but before you can return it to your side fully, she manages to reach her right hand up, and to cautiously lace her fingers with the fingers of your left one.

You tense, for a moment, as she avoids your gaze again, but you try and recompose yourself in time to show her she can trust you just slightly more as you carefully help her up off of the ground, before reluctantly releasing her hand again.

You’re surprised, though, when her grip lingers just slightly longer than your’s had.

As you’re both walking through the seemingly endless fog, you keeping hold of the knife she’d given up to you for fear of what else might be waiting in the shadows, you can’t help, but notice the way her gaze occasionally drifts soundlessly over to you again.

You tense up when you feel it, occasionally, not sure what to make of it, as you try not to look back at her, and instead focus on the road ahead of the two of you.

Eventually, after you think you’ve heard another growl from what sounded like another of those German Shepard creatures, you don’t know if you can take the uneasiness anymore as you cautiously tilt your head slightly toward her own again, but not enough to be fully looking back at her.

“C-Could you stop looking at me like that? P-Please?”

You request softly, still trying to stay as alert as you can be, right now.

“Like - Like what?”

She inquires, wincing as her face begins to feel too warm again.

“Like you’re studying me,” you manage, “I - I’m not - that interesting, you know? Neither am I one of those weird - things we saw.”

Angela frowns slightly at your choice of wording.

“You really think you’re not interesting?”

She pries, and she doesn’t know why the question feels as achy as it does, then.

You tense just a little again.

“I - I mean - yeah,” you answer honestly, and Angela falters slightly, her steps slowing beside your’s. “Yeah.”

You repeat again subconsciously, as if it were a confirmation somehow.

“Wait-”

She manages, her voice trembling a little as you slowly stop alongside her, before glancing back at her again.

“What, do - do you not think that I’m not-?”

“You - You’re more interesting than you could ever think you are,” she clarifies, eventually; evenly, her gaze lingering on your’s for a brief second too long as her eyebrows furrow, before she bows her head again, awkwardly hugging herself as if to keep these strange new emotions away.

Specifically the one that makes her think that maybe she does know you - or at least wants to.

You aren’t sure what to say, the silence feeling heavy.

You want to say ‘thanks’, or ‘that means a lot to me’, but the words get stuck in your throat as you fidget warily with your fingers; the handle of the knife.

Eventually, though, you know you need to say something - anything, but when you actually want to try and open your mouth to speak again, you’re surprised when she continues, and as faintly as she does as if she isn’t quite sure if she wants to be heard, or not.

“Even if - if I don’t know your name, yet,” she adds, and you nod tightly again.

You don’t know where it comes from, or how you do it - you just don’t know if you can keep yourself so tightly wound around her anymore as you lift your gaze again, and your name slips faster from your lips than it ever has before.

“Y/n. My - erm, my - my name is Y/n.”

You manage, the end of your sentence sounding more like a whisper as you rub the back of your neck, wondering if your face is slightly red again.

You just still can’t imagine why, though; she wasn’t supposed to be affecting you the way she was, now.

You were here for Clara; Clara had sent you the voicemail - you had to find her, but the way Angela looked at you, after your name had escaped, you just-..

“Y/n?”

She coos softly; thoughtfully, as if it’s familiar to her somehow - a nagging feeling, distant, but there.

You nod tightly as you clear your throat slightly, shuffling awkwardly on your feet again.

“Y-Yeah, it - erm-.. it’s probably not the best of names, but-.. I don’t know - it’s up to you whether you like the sound of it, or - yeah, I mean - you can even call me something else if you want to, I just-”

You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before.

“I - I think it’s pretty,” she manages, avoiding your gaze again.

She looks like she wants to say something else, her lips moving silently, but she decides against it as she bows her head further, grip on her own arms tightening a little bit more now that she’s voiced her thoughts on it.

You express relief, smiling timidly back at her.

“T-Thank you,” you reply faintly, “that - that’s-.. I’m glad you like it.”

Angela nods slightly again.

You wince at how tight the fog feels.

“Anyway, we - we should probably-”

You continue slowly; uncertainly, as you look back around you again, but your throat tightens even more when your gaze settles ahead of you, and you think you see a wisp of light smoke fading into the fog somehow.

You get the urge to follow it, until you’re reminded of Angela’s presence again, and instead lead her away for fear of what might happen if you took the other pathway somehow.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰𝒕’𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒚.” ☦︎︎

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.3k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Mental Health Struggles, Self-Loathing/Guilt, Suicidal Ideation (Implied), Trauma from Past Abuse/Abduction, Fear of Intimacy/Rejection, Codependency/Helplessness, Tension Around Relationships and Worth - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pain/I’ll Never Go Away

When Regina was allowed back into your bedroom, Cal was still hesitantly watching in the doorway as she approached you, still curled up on your bed; shoulders shaking.

You sniffled softly, finding you couldn’t bring yourself to look back at her again.

“Y/n-?”

She cooed gently, and you tensed.

She couldn’t bear to see you like this.

“Y/n, I - if - if this is-.. if it’s my fault that-.. fuck - I don’t know why - why this is so hard, I just-.. just know I’m sorry, okay? I’m so - I’m so sorry, I-.. I shouldn’t have let us go as far as we did, I just-.. I thought maybe we’d-.. that it would be-..”

“It’s not your fault,” you murmur, eventually, and Regina falls quiet, clinging to every word. “It - It’s just-.. It’s just my head, right? There’s - There’s always - always something, m-making it-.. it’s-.. it’s me, Reg. Just me. My fault. My problem. Not your’s, okay?”

Her heart sinks as she shakes her head; she doesn’t want you to think that way about yourself.

Especially when it wasn’t your fault; it was the men who had kidnapped you all those years ago.

They did this.

They hurt you.

You never-..

She draws in a barely audible shaky breath, as she inches ever closer, expression softening.

“It’s not your fault, either, you know?”

She coos, and you try not to scoff again.

“Y/n, you - you can’t be blamed for the things you can’t control. Especially not-.. something like - you know, what you have had to go through.”

You frown; you guess you still feel guilty sometimes when you’re reminded that she knows, when she shouldn’t have to.

You still couldn’t believe she was even wasting her time on you, the way she was, now.

You sigh - it was all just too much, but you didn’t know what to do about it anymore - not since-..

You guessed you’d felt lost for a little while, sometimes even when Regina is with you, but mainly when you’re alone, just - thinking.

Just thinking.

About what things could be like.

About how things would have been, maybe, if the bad men hadn’t come; if they’d not taken you away; if you could move away with Cal, sooner - he had always been more of a father figure to you than your actual dad had been.

You almost forgot where you were, by the time Regina was sitting on the edge of your bed, eyes never leaving the right side of your face.

You wince, feeling her gaze on you, before making to turn your face a little more into your left hand; you hadn’t wanted her to have to find you like this again.

“I didn’t want you to see me like this,” you whisper, your voice barely there anymore.

“What, crying? Y/n, it - it’s okay to cry; it’s not like-”

“Not just crying,” you contradict gently, only slightly stronger than before, but you were terrified your voice might still crack soon, if you weren’t careful; weren’t quiet enough. “I’m scared I’ve - I’ve always been broken. But now I feel-.. I don’t know. I don’t know how broken someone can actually-.. I just want-.. I want it to stop-? But-.. I - I don’t know if I can-.. if I can even-.. I can’t fix myself, Reg. Not for you; not for anyone - I just-.. I can’t, okay? Because every time I even try, it just-..”

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath, and Regina bows her head, tears threatening to spill from her own blue orbs again.

“I’m sorry, okay? I’m-.. I’m sorry, Reg. You deserve so much more than-.. than what I-..”

You don’t know if you can take it anymore as you bury your face into your hands, crying quietly as your shoulders shake.

“I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, I-.. I tried, but - I don’t know, but-.. I’m sorry, okay? I’m fucking sorry, I - I’m sorry for everything I’ve ever-”

She can’t let this go on any longer than it already has, as she hastily shakes her head, and carefully wraps her arms around you.

“Hey, it - it’s okay - baby, I-”

“It’s not okay, Reg-! It was never okay, I - I’ve only ever been-”

“Y/n-”

“You can’t still want me, okay? Not after everything that I-”

“Well I do,” she interjects firmly, and your heart stutters in your chest again, “Y/n, I - I’ve-.. I’ve always-.. It has always been you for me. Always. What happened to you could never-.. it won’t ever change the way I feel about you. It won’t-.. because I love you, baby - I’ll never stop loving you. Never. You - You believe me, don’t you?”

You hesitate, and she can’t quite explain the pain that throbs in her chest, the way it does, then.

“Y/n-”

“I’m sorry, Reg. I - I don’t know if we can-”

“No. Y/n, please, you can’t just-”

“Actually, I can, okay? I fucking can. You should want me to, okay? You should fucking want me to. I - I told you before, Reg - I’ve told you so many fucking times now that I can’t be good for you - I just can’t, okay? You can’t stay with me-”

“Look, I - I don’t care how many times you tell me, because I’m never going to give up on you. Y/n, I -

I can’t just-..”

You feel helpless, staring into her orbs, the way you were.

You didn’t think you’d seen anything so beautiful as her eyes had always been.

You sigh heavily again, not sure what else to say, now.

“Reg,” you murmur, but she shakes her head, and you know better than to try and protest against her again.

“I love you, Y/n,” she manages again, and you frown as you avert your gaze, as if you’re afraid of what would happen if you try and return the phrase. “I’ll never stop loving you. No matter what you say. Look, I - if - if you need time to think about things, I - I can-..”

“I don’t want to lose you either,” you whisper, and her heart stutters like your’s had earlier, her eyelids even fluttering for a moment in response to your words. “Reg, you-.. you’ve always made me feel like-.. like maybe things’ll be okay if I just-.. you - you and Cal have been the only people I-.. I’ve ever felt - happy around. Safe with. I just-.. I want you to be happy, too. I’ve always wanted you to be-.. I just - I don’t know if I - if I can be.. enough for you.”

You fall quiet again, the silence feeling too heavy between the two of you.

“Aren’t you - Aren’t you going to say anything?”

You ask warily.

Regina winces, awkwardly fidgeting with her fingers for a moment.

“I-.. I don’t know what to say, without - you know - without sounding like - like a broken record, or something.”

You raise your eyebrows over at her.

“Reg, you-”

You draw in a barely audible shaky breath again as you try and recompose yourself for her, like you never have before.

“For what it’s worth,” you smile faintly as you continue, and it makes her feel warmer somehow to see it again, like that, “you could never sound like a broken record to me.”

She expresses relief, shoulders relaxing as she smiles softly back at you.

“So-.. does that mean you still want to - y’know? Be with me?”

She asks timidly.

You appear nervous again.

“I-..”

You can’t take the hurt behind her eyes, when you hesitate again.

You guess it’s why you give in as easily as you do.

“Of course I do. As - As long as you want to-?”

Her eyes glint again, her smile growing as she nods hastily, and throws her arms around you.

You want to smile, but the pain only intensifies.

You’ll only hurt her again, soon - that’s all you can think now.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Regina George Masterlist, soon, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰’𝒎 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R v.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here, as well as some graphic smut depiction!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 2.4k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Sexual Content/Intimacy, Trauma Recovery/Emotional Vulnerability, Survivor Sensitivity/Fear of Hurting Each Other, PTSD/Flashbacks (Implied), Nightmare/Surreal Dreamscape, Fear of Loss/Emotional Desperation - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Reality/A Blissful Haze

Angela had asked if she could stay with you.

Her voice was quiet; barely there, but still she said it.

Your heart stuttered at the question, but you still managed to muster up a soft ‘sure’.

You figured maybe your chances at survival would be better, maybe, if you had someone else with you - as long as neither of you ran from each other, anyway.

You knew that - especially since the way your situation had changed - you should be careful just putting your trust into someone you felt you were supposed to know, but still weren’t sure how.

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath, almost afraid to drift off to sleep as if you were expecting to be thrown into one of those hazy dreams again.

Either that, or maybe something would try and attack you both when you were least expecting it to.

You turned your head slightly toward Angela; she was curled up in the corner of the room, a few paces away from the knife she’d slid to you so you could pierce your and her earlier attacker before it could wound either of you with its razor-sharp teeth.

You almost flinched at the memory of how it lunged at you.

It’s moments like these you miss having someone to hold onto as you try to conquer the darkness of reality, both in this strange world, and the one you’d come from, as if there had been a change in the atmosphere somehow, since you’d entered Silent Hill again.

You sigh, relaxing further against the mattress you’d found in the back room - someone must have been using it in there for whatever reason, but you’d not seen anyone else so far, aside from Angela and the strange German Shepard-like creatures.

You tense up again, but try to fight back one of the other only things you can remember, right now.

The German Shepard you’d killed when it had threatened Clara.

Your heart dropped, and you shook your head, before turning away from Angela’s frame as if you were afraid of her seeing the guilty look on your face.

You hadn’t intended to kill it, you’d just - you’d panicked.

It had got so close to-

It looked like it wanted to tear Clara apart, and probably could have if you’d not-

You tried not to curse quietly, lifting your hands up to your face as you press them into the material beneath you.

Your guilt was only partially disarmed, when you thought back to Angela again, and wondered why she insisted you be on the mattress instead of her.

It made you feel strangely warm inside.

Before you even knew it, you were drifting off back to sleep.

The haze flowed into the curves of your memory like it always did, as you looked around you, not sure what you were looking for.

You could feel the same slightly rough; worn material beneath you, and the atmosphere was dark, like it had been when you were still awake.

You winced, sitting up, eyelids still heavy.

Your throat begins to burn at what feels like the heavy absence of something that isn’t here, but should always be in your line of vision from this point, onwards.

“Angela-?”

You hear yourself whisper, and feel the urge to gasp; to let your body jolt at the sound like it had the first time you’d let the name somehow slip past your lips.

“Angela, are you-? Where are you?”

You begin again warily, your voice threatening to tremble as you get up off of the mattress, desperate to find the figure you must be seeking again.

“Angela, please - this isn’t funny, I - I can’t - I don’t know if I can-”

“Hey.”

A soft voice coos through the painful silence, and you hastily turn around, your heart skipping a beat again when you notice the same hazy figure walking cautiously toward you again.

She looks like she’s fidgeting with her fingers, but you still can’t make out whether you recognise her face, or not, though there is a burning intensity that makes you feel like you should, somehow - especially now.

It was a nagging feeling more intense than it had ever been within these dreams before.

“Angela,” you whisper, the name still feeling too new on your tongue, but still sounding - and feeling - so warm, and familiar, as you manage a soft smile back over at her.

“I’m - I’m sorry, if - if I scared you, I just-.. I didn’t-.. I’m sorry, okay?”

She stammers slightly, her voice close to a whisper again.

“Hey, it - it’s okay,” you reassure her gently, and she relaxes, smiling faintly back at you.

“Did - Did you sleep well?”

She inquires as she inches ever closer, every movement still unsure, but it’s like she’s just drawn to you.

And you can’t help, but be drawn back to her, somehow.

“So, we’re still in the middle of this shitty town; it’s always foggy and gnarly outside, and you’re asking me if I slept well? Who’s this new Angela, and what have you done to my - well, my almost fiancée, even - even if we can’t - y’know-.. actually-.. yeah. N-Not here, anyway.”

Your face goes red, and you feel too warm throughout your body, but what alarms you most is the fact that you’d referred to her as being your ‘fiancée’.

You want to look down at her hands; to see if she had a ring on her wedding finger that might suggest-

But you forget you’re not in control, here.

Not where these dreams - the particularly hazy ones, like desperate, but fading memories - were concerned, anyway.

Angela winces, but there’s still a hint of a smile playing on the corners of her lips again.

Your heart strangely wants to melt, at the sight of it; of her, despite the boundary trying to prevent you to recognise her properly.

To really see her.

“I just - I care about you, Y/n,” she replies gently, and your expression softens slightly; you can feel it, like you’re giving into the way she makes you feel.

You nod slightly, swallowing faintly as you sit back down on the edge of the mattress, her hesitating for a moment, before she walks over to join you.

“I, erm - I’m sorry if I - I don’t know, I just - I just want you to know, I guess.”

You shake your head softly, before offering her your left hand.

She doesn’t hesitate to accept it, this time, though she feels like she should for fear of pushing you away, somehow.

“Hey, erm - so - are - are we-? We’re okay, right?”

She continues, and your heart feels like it stops for a moment as you look back at her, eyes slightly wider than they were, before.

“Y-Yeah, we - we’re okay. Of course we are. Besides, all I was saying was-.. I’ve just been - er - trying to-.. fuck, I’m sorry - basically, I’m - I’ve just been - trying to flirt with you, I guess? If - If that’s okay-? I’m sorry if I was being too-”

“N-No, it - it’s okay,” she tries to reassure you. “I - I liked it, I just-.. I was scared that.. I don’t want to lose you.”

You falter again, heart sinking like it never has before.

“That’s good,” you begin, and she appears taken aback, eyebrows furrowing a little. “Because you’re not going to lose me, Angela - I promise you won’t, okay? No matter what. I - I don’t think I’ve ever-..”

You wince at how the words lodge in your throat, but you feel strangely calmer as Angela eases your head carefully closer to her’s so she can gently connect her forehead to your own again.

“I love you, Angela,” you manage, eventually, sounding more breathless, now. “I think I’ve always-..”

Her eyes glint, and you forget how to breathe, somehow, your lungs actually feeling as if they are starting to collapse within you every time you meet her gaze, the way you do.

Angela’s lips tremble for a moment as she tries to speak; to return the words, but she’s afraid of getting something wrong; of getting them wrong, and losing you, as she instead glances down at your lips, before slowly leaning closer to delicately connect her own to your’s again.

Maybe words aren’t all that’s needed right now, anyway, she decides.

You gasp softly into her kiss, barely able to respond as Angela’s lips linger on yours - shy, but certain.

Her fingers tremble faintly where they rest against your cheek, like she’s terrified of doing something wrong, of making you pull away.

But you don’t.

You lean into her.

Your hand finds hers again - careful, warm, grounding.

And when you slowly tug her closer, guiding her into your lap, she follows with hesitation but no resistance.

Her knees settle on either side of your hips, and the way she exhales shakily into your mouth makes your whole chest tighten.

“We don’t have to go anywhere we’re not ready for,” you whisper. “I just want you close.”

“I want that too,” she breathes, eyes locked on yours, wide and soft and unsure. “I just - if I mess this up-”

“You won’t,” you reassure her, your voice barely a hush. “You couldn’t.”

Her forehead presses back to yours.

The dream-haze makes everything feel even softer - like you’re moving through warm smoke and half-light, suspended between memory and hope.

Her hips settle lightly against yours, and your hands stay planted carefully on her thighs, thumbs stroking slowly over the cotton of her sleep-worn shorts.

Your mouths meet again - slower this time.

Less nervous, more lingering.

Her hands find the hem of your shirt, fidgeting like she wants to ask for more but doesn’t know how.

You help her.

You guide her fingers beneath the fabric, letting her feel the heat of your skin as you shudder against her.

Her touch is reverent.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” she whispers, like she’s terrified of the weight she might still carry.

“You won’t,” you promise. “You’re the first person who’s ever made me feel - safe.”

The emotion in her eyes nearly undoes you.

Her hands glide up your sides now - slowly, carefully - as if mapping out sacred ground.

Her thumbs brush under the swell of your chest, not going further until you nod.

And you do.

Eagerly.

The intimacy stays clothed but electrified.

She shudders when your hands rise to cup her gently through her shirt, your touch featherlight but firm enough to make her hips twitch against you.

You feel her breath catch against your mouth, her body responding to yours in soft, cautious rhythm.

There’s no rush - only this slow unraveling of tension neither of you knew how much you carried.

You guide her into gentle grinding against your lap, still dressed, still barely moving - but enough that your breath hitches, your thighs tense.

Angela gasps again, her body rocking forward just slightly, rubbing her warmth against yours.

You both let out soft, helpless sounds, every movement deliberate but delicate.

Her hands grip your shoulders now, anchoring herself as her hips begin to move with yours - shallow, trembling rolls that make your stomach tighten and your breath grow ragged.

She moans into your mouth, high and hesitant, as if afraid to even let herself feel this much.

“It’s okay,” you murmur again, voice cracking with want. “You’re allowed to feel this. You’re allowed to want.”

“I want you,” she whispers back.

You press your forehead to hers, swaying gently together, your hips rocking as your bodies grow hotter, wetter, needier.

Still clothed.

Still careful.

But there’s so much feeling packed into every stroke, every brush, every sigh.

And if either of you cry - just a little - it’s not from fear this time.

It’s from relief.

From the overwhelming safety of being wanted without being taken.

From the miracle of still being able to love in the ruins.

Your breathing deepens as Angela continues to rock against you, her movements still slow - nervous, deliberate - but she’s growing bolder with each brush of your bodies.

You can feel the heat of her core through the thin layers between you, every soft grind sending a pulse of pleasure through your lower belly.

Her forehead stays pressed to yours, like she needs the anchor of closeness just as much as you do.

Her lips are parted, trembling, little gasps escaping with each movement.

You slide one hand beneath the hem of her shirt, fingertips tracing the warm, sensitive skin of her stomach.

She flinches - but not from fear.

“Okay?”

You whisper.

She nods, biting her lip.

“Y-Yeah - it’s - it’s good.”

You smile softly, and your hand glides higher - never rushing, never pushing - until your palm gently cups her breast over her bra.

Her breath catches, and her hips stutter as she presses harder against your lap.

“You’re perfect,” you murmur, voice low and reverent.

She trembles in your arms.

Encouraged, you let your other hand slide down her thigh, up between her legs, until your fingers settle just over the soaked fabric between you.

You don’t move yet.

You just hold her there, letting her feel your hand, your presence, your patience.

Her hips jerk with a small whimper.

“Please-..”

You press your fingers against her gently, stroking slow, firm circles over the fabric.

Her body melts against you, her lips falling open as she moans softly into your neck.

You feel her pulse throb beneath your touch, her body winding tighter with every pass.

And when she rocks forward again - pressing herself more fully into your hand - you meet her movement, grinding with her.

Every breath becomes a gasp now, every movement a shaky plea for more, for closeness, for release.

“I love you,” you breathe into her ear, and her whole body shudders.

“I - I think I’m-”

She gasps, her voice breaking.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, cupping her tighter. “Let go, baby. I’ve got you.”

Angela clings to you like she’s afraid to fall apart - then does exactly that.

Her hips jerk once, twice, and then she breaks open in your arms, muffling a soft cry into your shoulder as she trembles through the waves of her climax.

Her whole body relaxes, breath shivering as she sags against you.

You hold her close, lips pressed to her hair, not needing anything else.

Just this.

Just her.

The dream stays hazy around the edges - but the warmth in your chest, the way her body fits against yours, the way she whispers ‘thank you’ against your neck - feels real enough to hold onto.

Maybe even real enough to wake up for.

So, you guess that’s why you try harder to do so, despite the bliss you can’t deny, here.

You need to find her; to see clearly, before it becomes too late for you to do exactly that, and miserably all over again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓.” ☦︎︎

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.7k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Low Self-Esteem/Insecurity, Emotional Sensitivity/Miscommunication, Fear of Rejection/Intimacy Hesitation, References to Past Unhealthy Relationships, Romantic/Sexual Tension (Mild, Not Explicit) - if I’ve missed anything here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Carry Me/Lust For Anatomy

“Could you at least help me carry her?”

You ask, as Leighton raises her eyebrows back at you all over again.

“Her?”

She inquires, tilting her head partially.

“Jesus, Leight - yes, it’s a painting; you’ve been reminding me of that fact for the past twenty minutes or so, now,” you utter, as you try not to roll your eyes again, but you can’t stay mad at her, not when she smiles back at you the way she does, then.

You can’t deny things have been less - tense, between the two of you recently, especially after your and her last intimate actions.

You cringe just slightly just thinking about the situation.

You can’t exactly say, still, that it’s something you’re used to, through and through.

You’re glad, though, that it’s Leighton beside you, and not someone else - the only other person you’d had something of a trustworthy romantic relationship with was Harper, the others had just been-.. well, you don’t need to think about them anymore, anyway.

They reminded you too much of things that had come before, and you just didn’t need that, right now, especially not when you and Leighton were still planning out your and her wedding.

You were still scared to look into possible dates for it, but-.. you were trying, at least; you just wanted it to be perfect for her.

Wanted to be perfect for her.

You’re still scared sometimes that maybe you just don’t know exactly how to be enough for her, though.

You try to bite your doubt back; the questions lodged in your throat, but it sits heavy in your chest still, even when you can feel Leighton beside you, and holding up the other end of the painting Eva had recently chosen to sit on one of the restaurant’s walls, obviously not in the kitchen area, but where people enjoying their meals and social occasions would be able to see it.

“You know me too well,” she states, and your heart stutters at the sound of her voice again.

You can’t help the smile that plays on your lips as you glance over at her, and she grins sheepishly back at you.

There’s so much you want to say, and yet you can’t bring yourself to voice the words properly.

“You, erm - yeah, you’re probably right about that,” you corroborate, voice trembling just slightly as your face begins to heat up again.

You quickly avert your gaze, and Leighton’s heart sinks a little.

“Hey,” she coos softly, and you hesitate, before you allow your eyes to meet her own again.

A faint hum is all that can escape you, as you try to prove to her that you’re listening to her; you’ve always listened to her.

You always could.

Her voice was just something you couldn’t bring yourself to get bored of - not like you’d ever want to, anyway.

You’re just scared you don’t deserve anything she gives you.

“I love you,” she states softly, her voice warm, and you forget to breathe, if only for a faint moment, “you - er, you know that, don’t you?”

She asks, her eyes glinting hopefully as you try to stay calm for her.

As collected as you can be.

“Y-Yeah, I - yeah; of course I do, Leight. I’ve always-..”

You awkwardly clear your throat again.

“A-Anyway, we - we should really get to work on putting this up before Eva shouts the place down.”

You muse, your throat tightening even more.

Leighton tenses, before she nods gravely, but she’s scared she doesn’t believe you, and isn’t sure of what else she could say to try and make things easier somehow.

“You really think she would, huh?”

She replies, and you don’t hesitate to nod, a faint smile playing on your lips again as you relax just slightly, even gently brushing your shoulder against her’s again.

“Well, let’s just say - she has one hell of a voice when orders come through,” you remark, and Leighton giggles softly, before she nods understandingly, but the tightness doesn’t leave her eyes, still.

It can’t, until she knows that you’re okay; you’re happy, and that she can be enough to try and make you feel whole again, somehow.

It’s all she can think about, as she helps you carry the painting out into the dining space of the restaurant, and toward the wall Eva had marked previously.

“So, just - anywhere on that wall, or-?”

She asks teasingly, and you raise your eyebrows back at her.

You don’t need to speak, your eyes being enough to voice your thinking of the simple question, albeit unserious, ‘seriously, Leighton?’

Leighton tries not to grin again, feigning ignorance as she musters up an exasperated ‘what?’ in response to your silent judgement.

“If we put it anywhere, Eva will lose her shit.”

You explain, as if she doesn’t already guess as much.

“Fine - god, you’re boring around here, aren’t you?”

She continues, and you know she’s joking, but somehow your heart still sinks.

Leighton frowns, seeing the way your eyebrows furrow.

“T-That was - erm, that was a joke, by the way, I didn’t mean-”

You hastily shake your head again, before managing a soft smile back at her.

You hated how over-sensitive you could be, sometimes.

“N-No, it - it’s okay - I know that, I just - it’s okay, I promise,” you offer gently.

Leighton tries to recompose herself, but her chest doesn’t stop aching as you guide the painting toward the designated wall, wincing at how awkward it is to set the back against it.

Once it’s resting against the surface behind, you examining the situation as you look up at the picture-hook, Leighton doesn’t hesitate to timidly inch ever closer to you, moving until she’s finally beside you again, soft gaze still lingering on you, no matter what.

“I think Eva should have chosen to put a painting of you up there, instead,” she admits, and you glance back at her again.

“Is - Is this you tryna seduce me, again?”

You ask a little more nervously.

“Because if you are, we probably can’t-”

“I’m not trying to seduce you, but - well, I’m glad you had the idea of seduction in mind,” she comments, as she smirks back at you. “Jokes aside, though,” she continues slightly quieter than before, as if she isn’t used to the words escaping her the way they do, now, “I think you’re beautiful, Y/n. I think you’ve always been-..”

Her voice threatens to crack again as she wraps her arms carefully around your waist.

Your eyes darken slightly as you hum softly in response to her words.

“Leight, you - you really don’t have to-”

“I do,” she contradicts, without hesitation, “Y/n, I-.. I don’t want you to think that I-..”

You shake your head gravely again.

“We, erm - we should wait to talk about this later, okay? Maybe when - when we’re back at the apartment?”

You suggest, and Leighton frowns as she bows her head slightly, guessing it probably would be more appropriate to leave everything she wants to say until then, in a more personal space, but-.. she hates to just let the words linger within her, the way they do.

“I mean, y-yeah - we, erm - we could-.. yeah, sure,” she murmurs, her voice managing to tremble slightly toward the end of her sentence, but she tries - and fails - to cover it up with a faint cough again.

“Only if it’s okay, I just - I just-.. I don’t know,” you give in, eventually.

“It’s okay,” Leighton tries to reassure you again. “I don’t mind, we - we can-.. we can wait, right? I - I can-.. yeah.”

You wait, for a moment, eyes lingering on Leighton’s as silent words, heavy, and achy, linger between the two of you.

You don’t know how to stop it as your left hand reaches for her right one, lightly squeezing.

“Thank you, Leight,” you offer timidly, “it-.. it means a lot to me, what - what you’re-.. you mean a lot to me.”

Her heart jolts all over again.

The smile comes too easily.

“That’s good,” she remarks a little lighter, as well as slightly more breathlessly as if she’d been struggling to breathe, before, “that - that’s always good, especially between an engaged couple of idiots, right?”

It’s your turn to grin back at her.

“God, I love you, Leighton fucking Murray,” you manage, and she doesn’t hesitate to ease you closer to her, but she still gives you a moment to initiate the kiss yourself, not wanting to startle you.

You shudder easily against her, but you relax into the kiss almost immediately after it has begun.

It’s only when there is a knock on the kitchen doors that you both flinch, before you pull away from each other with great reluctance, wincing when you realise Eva is looking straight at the both of you; seeing you do anything, but what she’d asked you to.

“Shit,” you whisper faintly, as you wave innocently back at Eva, who rolls her eyes, but can’t stop a soft smile, before she disappears from your and Leighton’s lines of vision.

“You were right - we should probably get this done, huh?”

You wince, before nodding tightly, but before she can reach for the painting again, you timidly touch her right elbow, and she glances back at you.

“Later, though, can-.. erm-.. can we-?”

She raises her eyebrows, before grinning back at you, only flustering you even more, somehow.

“If you’re thinking what I’m thinking,” she begins a little more playfully, as well as suggestively, “then sure, baby - I’d love to. I always do.”

Your gaze drops down to her lips again, soft as they are.

“But first things first, right?”

She reminds you, and you pout a little as she lets go of you, albeit begrudgingly, gesticulating with a light nod of her head toward the painting all over again.

“Fuck,” you groan, and she smirks, before shrugging her shoulders, and easing you toward the other side of the artwork.

You know you should comply, but all you can think about is her lips and body on your own, so you can imagine how hard it was to focus on even just walking back to the apartment, and hastily easing her toward the sofa again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑫𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco (SH2R v.) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 849!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Anxiety/Panic Symptoms, Emotional Distress/Breakdown, Memory Loss/Cognitive Disorientation, Fear of Abandonment/Rejection Sensitivity, Implied Trauma/Psychological Wounding, Mourning/Fear of Losing a Loved One - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Breathing/Still Bleeding

You’re still struggling to recover your usual breathing pattern, by the time she’s told you her name.

Angela keeps her gaze low, a pained expression on her face as her eyebrows furrow, the body of the creature still lying a few paces away from the both of you.

A reminder of the various dangers you never thought you’d have to face, like you are, here.

“So, your - your name is - is Angela?”

You murmur, as if you’re still trying to figure out the haze now prickling at the corners of your memory.

You imagined that - if ever a fourth wall could exist in reality - maybe this was what it might feel like to actually encounter one.

But Angela still looked scared, and there was - or what felt like one - a wall colliding with your thoughts as if you can’t yet reach at least something of a mental conclusion.

“I - I don’t know why, but-.. I feel like - like I’m supposed to - know that name?”

You whisper.

Angela looks all the more puzzled alongside you.

You pick uneasily at the loose bit of dried gloss peeling up off of the tiled floor.

“A-Are you - Are you saying that we’ve - met before?”

Angela inquires, and you wince, before shaking your head a little defensively when you notice the worried and slightly more judgemental look on her face again.

“That’s not what I said, I - please, just - don’t - don’t put words in my mouth, okay?”

You strain out, and she tenses up just slightly, trying not to look toward the broken window she could flee out of.

Especially when she can hear you’re struggling to breathe, and the haziness of your memory seems to be getting to you more than you’d planned for it to.

“Hey,” she coos, albeit uncertainly, instead of resorting to being defensive herself somehow, “hey, it - it’s okay - I didn’t mean-”

Her lips tremble just slightly.

“Wait, don’t - please don’t come any closer, I just-..”

You falter again, subconsciously inching further backward a little as you keep your gaze low, just wanting to be able to breathe normally again.

Angela stays where she is, eyes never leaving your frame as she tries to calm down herself, heart beating too quickly.

“I’m sorry,” you manage, eventually. “I’m so - I didn’t mean-”

Angela shakes her head faintly, and your voice falls quiet again.

A brief moment of silence - heavy though it is - passes between the two of you.

Until Angela feels like she can try and use her voice again.

“So, you - you think you recognise my name? Are - Are you looking for - for another-?”

She winces again, her throat feeling too tight.

You frown - that was the confusing thing about it; you hadn’t intended to be looking for someone with the name ‘Angela’, you were still meant to be looking for Clara.

“N-No-?”

You answer barely audibly.

Angela’s eyebrows furrow again as if she’s further confused by the situation at hand, here - just like you are.

She can feel something else, too; a twinge of disappointment?

She can’t quite put her finger on it, but it’s there, and she wants it to go.

To just go.

Please just go.

Such words keep flooding her mind again, until she feels nothing short of raw with them.

“Then-.. who are you looking for? If - If you want to tell me, I - I don’t want you to feel like - I’m sorry, okay? I’m so sorry, I - I wasn’t thinking, but - but I’ll try harder, okay? I promise I’ll try harder I just-”

Your heart sinks just slightly at the pain within her voice again.

“It’s okay,” you try and reassure her, your voice gentle, and strangely warm, as she falls quiet, and manages to lift her gaze back up to your own. “You don’t need to apologise to me, okay? I - I understand. And I’m - I’m sorry, too, if - if this all seems - just fucking crazy, but-.. I originally came here looking for a friend of mine, like - like I told you back at the cemetery, remember?”

Angela nods faintly.

“And her name isn’t Angela, it - it’s Clara. I was meant to-.. I just - I need to find her so - so I can make sure she’s okay, a-and - it doesn’t matter, I just-.. I need to find her, okay? Before-..”

Angela tenses up at the final word.

“Before-?”

She prompts softly.

You hesitate, before shrugging a little unstably again.

“Before it’s too late, I guess.”

You answer tightly.

Angela’s expression softens.

“I’m - I’m sure you’ll find her, before - before then,” she murmurs faintly, as if unsure of whether she should be offering you such a reassurance, the way she is. “I - I hope you find the - the other person you’re - you’re looking for, too.”

She adds, and you nod slowly, before managing a faint smile back up at her as if to say ‘thank you’.

You still don’t know how to feel about it, yet, though.

Especially when she averts her timid and wary gaze, and you swear you’ve seen her before, whether either of you can believe that, or not, somehow.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, as well as posted onto ao3, soon!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰𝒕 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕.” ☦︎︎

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here, as well as some quite graphic smut depiction!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.9k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Sexual Content/Explicit Scenes, Consent and Boundaries, Trauma and Abuse (Implied), Emotional Vulnerability and Insecurity, Fear of Rejection/Fear of Intimacy, Sexual Tension/Desperation, Emotional Recovery/Healing - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Home/I Trust You

As soon as you and Leighton got back home, you were both surprised to find that Aurora was up again.

You wince, as soon as you notice her, and she raises her eyebrows back at you.

“Er, h-hey, again,” Leighton greets, first, and Aurora can’t help the sheepish grin on her face as she looks between the both of you, as if she knows already what previously occurred between you both somehow.

“Why do you guys look like you’ve paid for a one-nighter in a motel?”

She inquires, and it’s Leighton’s turn to wince, now.

“E-Er, we - that’s not-”

You stammer a little, as Leighton averts her gaze again.

“Don’t worry - it’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone, right?”

You roll your eyes.

“Anyway - I’m glad you’re both back, and in one piece.”

“Why wouldn’t we be?”

You inquire, though you instantly regret it as soon as the question escapes your lips, the way it does.

“Oh, no reason - just reliving my experiences of having to sleep in a room next to your’s over the years,” Aurora answers simply, and you tense up, Leighton unable to stop it as she snorts in response to Aurora’s remark, covering her mouth as she does as if she hadn’t meant to.

Sisters.

You sigh, before you sit lazily on the sofa as Aurora grins nonchalantly.

“Good luck on your own down here, guys - I wanna have at least one final attempt at beauty sleep, tonight, so - please don’t think about interrupting me with whatever the hell you guys end up doing.”

She lingers on the stairs for a brief moment longer as Leighton sits timidly beside you, her gaze still lingering toward the space between you both.

“Oh, and - goodnight; don’t let the bed or sofa bugs bite you, wherever you end up sleeping tonight - if you do end up sleeping, anyway,” she continues, in an even brighter and playful voice again.

“Shut up, Aurora,” you murmur out, not unkindly, and Leighton can’t stop the soft smile that plays on her lips.

“Oh, trust me, I’m never gonna shut up - especially not when you most want me to.”

She adds, before waving a little more tauntingly as she disappears up the stairs, and you feel a little more nervous again.

“So,” you begin softly, and Leighton’s heart stutters at the sound of your voice sounding out clearer beside her.

“So,” she corroborates, and you fidget with your hands again.

“I’m sorry, but did we really do that on a hill? Outside? In public? I just still can’t believe-”

“You bet your ass we did,” she remarks softly. “‘Cause that’s what we do,” she adds, even brighter, and your heart doesn’t hesitate to jolt at the way her fingers lace with your own. “We aren’t like most people, huh?”

“Not at all,” you agree, your voice threatening to fail you again.

You just couldn’t believe she was still here with you, even after everything.

There’s so much you want to tell her, but the words won’t stop just - lodging in your throat again.

“Leight,” you almost whisper.

She tilts her head partially toward your own again, just to show she’s listening, no matter what.

“I, erm-..”

You sigh, but she’s still patient with you, not wanting you to feel pressured in any scenario.

“Fuck, I’m sorry,” you utter, and she shakes her head, but you manage to continue barely audibly, before she can try and provide comfort to you again. “I just - I want-.. I just want you to know that-.. thank you, Leight. For - For everything you’ve - everything you’ve ever done for me.”

The smile comes back to Leighton easier than anything else ever has before.

You don’t hesitate to smile back at her.

She doesn’t know what prompts her to do it, as she leans forward to delicately connect her lips to your own again.

You shudder, as soon as her lips meet your’s, your heart pounding too quickly as you falter in her arms, but your fear gets the best of you as you reluctantly pull out of the caress, hands shaking.

“E-Er, Leight - I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just-.. I was-.. I’m sorry-..”’

Leighton raises her eyebrows slightly, a pained expression fighting to come through as if she fears maybe she has hurt you somehow.

“Did - Did I-..? Fuck, I’m sorry, baby - maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick, I just-”

You hastily shake your head, not wanting her to feel like she has to apologise again.

“Hey, no - it - it’s okay, I just-.. I guess I’m - I’m just not - used to it, yet.”

Leighton’s heart sinks again, but she understands why.

“And there’s the fact that - whenever you kiss me; every time you kiss me - you make my heart do that - the, erm - the thing a-and it - it honestly freaks me out, I don’t know why, I just-.. it’s never felt like that before.”

Leighton’s eyes glint a little.

“It hasn’t?”

You hesitate, before nodding a little more determinedly.

“It hasn’t, n-not - not until you came along, Leight.”

Her heart stutters within her chest again.

“Then I’m glad I’m your first, baby,” she coos softly, and your lungs fail as you feel her fingers lacing through your own, slightly more sure than the first touch had been.

“I never thought I could feel - I could feel so alive again,” you admitted, “I thought since my dad m-maybe I’d always be-..”

“Forget about your dad,” she reiterates, and you tense up all over again.

Leighton then winces, realising that that’s something more easily said, than done.

“I mean - fuck, I’m sorry; I know that - that is hard. Like, really hard. And I’m sorry for that, but - but he can’t hurt you anymore - he - he can never touch you, again, n-not whilst I’m-.. y’know.”

You express relief, if only for a moment, smiling softly back at her.

“I love you, Leight,” you whisper, your voice threatening to tremble as tears try and cloud your vision all over again.

A soft exhalation escapes her as she smiles warmly back at you, delicately squeezing your hand within her own.

Your eyebrows furrow slightly, as if you’re thinking about something, but she doesn’t need to wait long, before you manage to summon your voice again.

“O-Okay, yeah - yeah, I - I think I can do this.”

Leighton appears puzzled, now.

“Do - what?”

She inquires, and you timidly turn to face her.

“Aurora’s in bed; we - we probably have - have some time to-.. I just-..”

Blood rushes to your cheeks again, but that’s not all.

As soon as Leighton catches on, she smirks back at you, and your heart skips a beat when you feel her gaze lingering upon you again.

“Right - you’re extra keen today, huh?”

You shudder, your skin feeling much too warm as she inches closer, lips slightly more agape than they were before.

“You’re being serious, right?”

She continues.

“As serious as I can be,” you answer a little more hesitantly than you did before.

Leighton tilts her head partially, as if she’s studying you.

“I don’t know why I don’t believe you, right now,” she admits.

You frown, shaking your head as your eyebrows knit together again.

“Well, you’re wrong to not believe me, because I don’t think I’ve ever meant something as much as I meant that. Well, except from the ‘I love yous’, but-.. you know what I mean.”

She raises her eyebrows again.

“Right.”

“So, can - can we - at least-.. try?”

You pry, and Leighton thinks about it for a moment, as if weighing the pros and cons somehow.

It isn’t like she doesn’t want to, she’s just afraid of what will happen if she ends up hurting you, or scaring you somehow by moving too fast again.

“We can, I just-.. the last time we went any further than we did, I-.. I thought you-.. you were forcing yourself to continue for me, a-and-.. I - I don’t want you to feel like that, Y/n. Remember what I said? I want you to want it, too-”

“That’s good, because I do - I swear, Leight, I - I want this with you; I’ve always wanted-”

“Yeah, but - if I scare you, what - what happens if-”

“Come on, Leighton - you won’t scare me. My dad did so much fucking worse than - than anything you’ve-.. you’re not him. I know you’re not him.”

She still looks unsure, for a moment, as you timidly lift your right hand up to her left cheek.

“I love you, Leight. I - I’ll always-.. you just need to let me prove it to you.”

She sighs heavily, her eyes softening despite the tears that had been settling in them.

“Okay,” she manages, her voice sounding breathless as her lungs stutter almost as much as her heart is.

“Okay?”

You whisper, and she leans a little more into your touch again.

“Y-Yeah, okay - sure, we - we can-.. but - if-.. if you’re scared, just - just tell me, a-and I - I can-.. we can stop, okay? We can stop any time, no matter what. Baby, I-”

“Leight,” you strain gently, but firmly, and she clings to your every word like they’re the words of a parable, “trust me - I won’t get scared.”

You can already feel the fear rising within you.

And so can she.

Eventually, though - when she feels able to make such a move again - Leighton’s lips crash back into yours, but not with force - just heat.

Need.

She’s no longer testing the waters; she knows you want this, and you're both trembling with how much.

Your fingers clutch at her shirt, tugging her closer as her thigh slips between yours again - this time deliberately, with purpose.

You’re already soaking through your underwear, the friction against her jeans sending sparks through your core with every tiny movement.

She breaks the kiss for a moment, breathing heavy, eyes dark and focused on you.

“Tell me if I’m too much, okay?”

You nod frantically.

“Please, Leight—don’t stop. I need this.”

That’s all the confirmation she needs.

Her hands grip your hips, guiding you to rock against her leg.

The first real grind makes your entire body jolt.

The texture of her jeans presses right where you’re aching for it most, and the moan that escapes you is shameless.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” she murmurs, her voice husky. “God, I can feel it-..”

You whimper as her words ignite you further, hips moving on their own now.

The drag of your soaked panties against her thigh makes your clit throb, and every grind sends your breath hitching into her mouth.

She keeps you anchored, her hands squeezing your hips tighter, as you rut into her like you’ve needed this for years.

Her leg flexes, muscles taut, and you cry out softly, grinding harder.

“Leight - f-fuck, I-”

“I’ve got you,” she breathes, her own voice wrecked with desire.

She’s biting her lip, watching the way you move on her, the way your thighs tremble and your head tilts back in pure abandon.

You chase your pleasure with urgency now—your rhythm sloppy but needy, desperate.

Every pass over her thigh makes you moan louder, your nails digging into her shoulders.

And then - it hits.

A high, hot pulse of release rips through you, clenching hard around nothing, leaving your body twitching as you collapse forward into her arms, panting against her neck.

Leighton cradles you immediately, breathless herself, her thigh still slick beneath you.

“That’s it, baby. You’re safe. God, you’re - you’re perfect.”

You whimper, pressing kisses against her skin as you come down, overwhelmed and wrecked in the best way.

“I’ve never - never felt - felt anything like that,” you whisper.

She chuckles softly, her lips brushing your temple.

“Me either.”

You cling to each other, your bodies still flush, and nothing in the world feels safer.

Not like this.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this uploaded onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, as well as ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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An Angela Orosco [SH2R] X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.6k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Violence/Physical Assault, Monster Horror/Body Horror, Panic/Fear Responses, PTSD-Like Symptoms/Flashbacks, Derealisation/Surrealism, Existential Despair/Emotional Overwhelm, Weapon Use/Knife Imagery, Uncertainty of Identity/Memory Loss - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Memory Loss/Broken Vines

Before you even knew it, you were forced down on the ground.

A heavy weight snarled above you as you cried out in shock, though barely audibly.

The figure still under the table allows a strained sob to escaped her as she shakes her head hastily, terrified of the scene unfolding before her.

You struggled - or tried to - as the tips of claws penetrated the material of your jacket as you shouted for whatever it was to get off, you kicking out even more somehow.

You didn’t think you’d ever been so scared before, as you subconsciously lifted your head toward the figure, your eyes darkening slightly.

Angela didn’t know why the look made something twist within her.

She hastily shook her head as she looked down at the knife she’d picked up in the Bluecreek Apartments - her old home - before she drew in a barely audible shaky breath, nodding tightly, as she leaned down slightly, and slid the knife toward your right side.

You appeared puzzled, at first, not expecting her to be helping you as you tense a little, feeling the claws digging in further somehow.

When you muster up the strength enough, as well as the will, you manage to take up the knife shakily in your right hand, before you push yourself up so you can try and viciously stab the blade into the creature above you.

It yelps, and you jolt slightly at the sound, it sounding too familiar - way too familiar.

When you assume it’s distracted, you try and turn beneath it, and you see your attacker in more oppressive detail.

It looks something like a German Shepard, but - something of a mangled version of one.

Its fur is matted; its eyes are too bright, and ominous, and your stomach is churning just at the sight of its sharp teeth.

You grit your own teeth just slightly as you try and keep the blade pressed in, hearing barely audible whimpers and shallow breaths coming from behind you again as the scene unfolds.

The creature snaps its teeth above you as you jolt again, before you wait for a lull in its demeanour, allowing you to kick out beneath it again, forcing it off of you.

It’s soon back on its feet, however, as it snarls deeply, as if angered by your defiance.

“No - stop, please - just - just stop,” you hear the figure’s voice behind you, and your expression stutters; it sounds just like-

The dog lunges again, and your eyes widen as you subconsciously lift up your arms as if it’ll block the attack somehow.

Except, it strangely - does?

You don’t even feel a collision, before there is a crash to the left of you, the sound of whimpering.

You dare to open your eyes again, slowly and unsteadily lowering your arms as you look toward the sound, faltering when you realise that the dog is struggling against the mess of a recently crushed booth table, its legs still twitching as it tries to get up off of the rubble its body has piled up.

To your right - just slightly, almost central - you don’t know what to say, or even think, when you realise the figure is stood a few paces away from you, body tense, and hands shaking as if they had been the one to divert the attack away from you.

“Wait, was - was that - did you seriously just-?”

You stammered up faintly, your voice easily cracking under the pressure of everything as Angela looks toward you, lips moving soundlessly for a moment as her eyes widen, wetter than they were before.

“I - I didn’t - I just wanted to-”

She manages, eventually, and your breath catches in your throat when you see the dog getting up in your periphery, and it is looking directly at her.

“Wait-!”

You cry, subconsciously, though you aren’t sure why as the dog snarls again, and Angela falters as she looks back toward it, startling as it makes to lunge at her, but you can’t let it knock her down as you throw yourself against it, instead, your body shuddering at the weight of the collision, until you’re on the ground, the creature writhing unsettlingly beneath you.

You don’t know what made you do it, as you repeatedly stab the blade into the creature’s neck, not realising you’re crying until it has stopped moving, and you’re tensing up again.

Neither you or Angela can bring yourselves to say a word for a little while, after that, your shoulders shaking as you try and calm down; try to hold yourself together as you stare at the formation before you, its fur more bloodied than it had been earlier.

Angela, or your unexpected helper - since you hadn’t yet learnt her name, at this point - was now lingering in the corner of the room, as if she felt more at ease there somehow, hugging her knees to her chest again.

You just don’t know what to think anymore.

So, you settle perhaps for one of the easiest options that come to mind, then.

“Were - Were you ever going to-”

A flicker of static, and your body jolts again, you making to drop the knife subconsciously, only to realise it’s no longer in your hand.

You feel like you’re stuck in one of your nightmares, seemingly all over again.

Everything just feels like it is stuck in a too-warm haze, fog clouding the corners of your vision as the light intensifies, and you don’t feel the tiles beneath you anymore.

Instead, you can feel tarmac; gravel, a more solid floor beneath your legs again.

Your voice comes through the mist around you, like a memory trying to break through as you lower your head, wanting to stop feeling lost like this.

Like you’ll always just be caught in some cage of a poorly treated dream-scape.

“-tell me?”

The end of your previous question comes through, and you don’t even feel your lips moving anymore.

The ache in your chest slowly begins to form all over again.

It feels so warm; so real, but there is a thrum in the lower depths of your stomach that suggests the pain shouldn’t be there - not yet, anyway.

Like the timing is different, entirely; the atmosphere just feels wrong, no matter how familiar it is.

There follows your question a faint shift of gravel between unsteady shoes, and you tense up at the sound; the feeling of recognition, only just breaching the surface.

“I didn’t know what to say.”

Your heart stutters at the voice, as you lift your head slightly, eyes widening a little again.

You can just about make out the figure stood a few paces away from you, looking as if they’re hugging themself to keep more than just the cold away, but - like in all your mental prisons - you can’t bring yourself to recognise the figure’s face.

It isn’t Clara - that’s all you can tell, now.

So many words lodge in your throat, all at once, like they did before you found yourself here again.

“You could have started with-”

You begin, but can’t bring yourself to continue, especially when you see the pained look on the figure’s face.

She awkwardly averts her gaze, as if afraid to meet your own again.

“I’m sorry,” you offer gently, after clearing your throat faintly. “Angela, I-”

You freeze, as if the name has stung you.

It was like - consciously - you hadn’t been aware of it, until it slipped from your lips, and the overwhelming feeling that you knew the figure before you began to intensify.

“I’m scared that I-”

Your voice cracks again, and your eyebrows furrow as if you’re stuck in the state of confusion that tries to alter someone entirely.

The shift of gravel comes again, and you subconsciously clench your hands into fists at the feeling; the want to break through the wall that stands between you, and remembrance, as you keep your gaze low, breathing harshly through your pain again.

“Y/n, l-look at me,” she encourages softly, and you can’t resist, as you lift your gaze again, light tears trailing down your cheeks as you admire the figure before you, heart beating restlessly.

“Angela,” you strain again, and she looks - nervous, her eyes wide as she reaches for you, but it’s like you’re being pulled back before she can catch your shoulders gently beneath her palms, and you hear what sounds like her crying out your name shakily in the distance, before you’re jolting, and staggering backwards back in Happy Burger, the tiles cold beneath your sweaty palms.

Your breathing pattern is staggered and uneven as you try and calm down; try and recompose yourself not only for your sake, but the sake of Clara, and-

The figure from before is crouched before you, when you open your eyes, chest rising and falling too quickly all over again.

Her lips move silently again, albeit faintly, her eyebrows furrowing as she tries to find her voice, but the air about her is like she’s terrified of saying something wrong somehow.

What might happen to her, if-

“Are - Are you okay?”

She manages, eventually, and your heart stutters again; her voice is just - it’s too familiar, and you still don’t know why.

At least, maybe you wouldn’t, if you didn’t think up your next line of inquiry.

“Y-Your name, er - do you have a name?”

She tenses up, all over again.

But - although you feared for a moment she’d run away like she had the first time - as she stayed unsteadily where she was before you, fidgeting with her fingers to the point you thought to take back the questions, she made to speak up softly, and the haze felt even closer.

“Angela - m-my name, it - it’s Angela.”

You’ve never felt so lost before.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this posted onto the Angela Orosco Masterlist, as well as onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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A Cynthia Hammond (an OC) X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt for Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1.5k!

Cynthia’s Face-Claim = Reneé Rapp (mainly as herself or - occasionally - other characters as long as they suit the moment in regard to pictures I use for this idea!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Fear of Homophobia/Queer-Phobia, Emotional Distress/Anxiety, Parental Rejection/Family Conflict (Implied), Running Away/Escapism, Nightmares/Disturbed Sleep, Internalised Shame/Fear of Intimacy Consequences - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Kiss/The Need to Go

You couldn’t explain the dread that formed in your chest, once your and Cynthia’s kiss had ended.

It only broke you more when the girl looked back at you, smiling softly in your direction again as if nothing was wrong; the kiss was right, and nothing should perturb her.

Except for the people who had seen it happen, particularly stuck in their ways.

“Cynth,” you whispered shakily, and Cynthia’s eyebrows furrowed as you let the fear glow in your eyes; let it tense your body before her own.

“Hey, you - you okay? What’s wrong? Y/n-”

You shook your head again as your eyes darkened; you didn’t think you’d ever felt this empty before.

“Something-.. Something tells me you’re going to regret this, Cynthy,” you murmured faintly, and the girl’s heart sank as she shook her head, but it was then that she heard them all over again.

The quiet chatter, some voices sounding hushed, some not-so.

“Er, Y/n-”

You felt the urge to run, but you didn’t want to leave her alone.

“We should move.”

When you did take off, it was with her right hand in your left one.

You didn’t know why you were-..

You just wanted to help her.

No matter how much it terrifies you to think that maybe people would try and hurt her, if word gets around that she’d kissed you the way she had.

What scared you more, though, was how many people had ended up seeing.

You didn’t let yourself stop the pounding of your feet, until you rushed her carefully into the alleyway you often slept in, and the both of you relaxed again.

Shortly after that, Cynthia managed to bring herself to look up at you as she directed her gaze toward your own, and your heart skipped a beat.

“I had it under control, you know? You didn’t have to-”

She continued a little more uneasily.

“You really think you did, huh? Why the fuck would you kiss me like that, in front of all those people, when you knew what would happen? What they might do, if-”

“You think I care about what they think of me? Y/n-”

“Well , maybe you should,” you uttered a little more dismissively, prompting Cynthia’s heart to sink as she shakes her head, fingers threatening to tremble again. “E-Especially when - when it comes to stuff like this.”

“And what exactly do you mean by ‘stuff like this’? It shouldn’t even be a problem-”

“Yeah, well, it is - to them, anyway,” you murmured a little more dejectedly, beneath the faltering firmness of your voice, as you lift a cigarette to your lips, and try to steadily light it without dropping the lighter entirely, and creating even more of a scene.

More attention to Cynthia; you can’t let anything happen to her.

You wince as you drew your right hand up to your face, lightly brushing the finger-tip of your right hand’s thumb across your temple, before you removed the cigarette from your lips, knowing you should try and recompose yourself before you could push Cynthia any further away from you.

“Look, Cynthy, I-.. it’s not like I-.. I wasn’t-.. I loved every second of the kiss, okay? I just - I need you to know that.”

Cynthia relaxes, if only a little.

She tentatively looks back up at you, before she cautiously inches ever closer to you, and allows herself to lean heavily against the wall behind the both of you again.

You don’t know if you can hold back the words any longer, burning throngs they were.

“I love you,” you manage, your voice close to a whisper, and Cynthia’s breath stutters for a moment, before she bows her head slightly, trying to hide the soft smile that plays on her lips as soon as she hears your voice beside her again.

“You do, huh?”

She stammers in reply, and you don’t hesitate to nod as you lightly brush your left shoulder against her soft right one.

“Always,” you continue, and oh so easily, “no matter what.”

Cynthia doesn’t know how to respond, at first - she just breathes, but you feel warm; almost just - just completely safe knowing that she’s still there with you.

Eventually, you decide there’s probably no need for words at all, anyway, as Cynthia laces the fingers of her right hand between the fingers of your left one.

Neither of you bother to get any sleep at all, that night.

By the time morning comes, Cynthia tenses up in your arms as if something has startled her.

You falter, feeling just the slightest pinch as she whimpers barely audibly against your neck, and you realise that perhaps she’d drifted off to sleep shortly after the sun had begun to rise, only to be forced into a nightmare, somehow.

“Cynth?”

You coo gently, and the other jolts a little at your voice as you try and soothe her by drawing faint circles on her back again.

“Hey, it - it’s okay, Cynthy - I’m here; everything’s okay, baby,” you whisper against the skin of her forehead, and she relaxes again in your arms, before smiling faintly as she nuzzles you gently, before pressing a light kiss to the under-side of your right cheek. “Good morning again, sleepy,” you continue as she winces, shifting just slightly in your arms so she can rest her head on your chest, you revelling in how it feels to hold her so close to you.

“Shit - M-Morning, baby, I - I’ll try and stay awake, now,” she murmurs still quite sleepily.

You shake your head subconsciously, not wanting her to feel like she has to try and do that for you.

“Hey, no - it - it’s okay, you - you don’t have to do that for me, okay? If you really need to close your eyes, then close them for a while, okay? Besides, it’s the week-end, right? No-one’s expecting you?”

“Only my parents expecting probably to find me in bed, but - other than that, probably not.”

You wince, remembering the time her parent’s new gardener had caught you red-handed leaving Cynthia’s bedroom window before.

“Shit,” you murmur softly, and Cynthia can’t help, but grin up at the sky again.

“They can’t do anything about it,” she tries - an attempt at reassurance?

You can’t help, but think that it’s not a very good one.

“And what if they try?”

She sighs, and you know better than to try and question her further.

“Cynthy-”

“Look, I - I don’t know, okay? Can’t we just-.. they aren’t going to find us, right now.”

You try not to tense up beneath her all over again.

“Right now?”

You whisper subconsciously.

Cynthia frowns, her eyebrows knitting together.

“The birds sound so close today,” she muses, rather than trying to argue with you anymore about the possible danger lingering on the horizon again.

She guesses it just feels better to be able to forget about it, rather than try and face it head-on, right now.

“They do, don’t they?”

You agree, as your expression softens.

Cynthia can’t help the smile that plays on her lips again.

“I just - wish we could always be here, just - listening to them, like - like we are, now,” she adds, and your heart drops like never before.

It’s then that you get the idea.

Yes, a grand idea.

“What if we can?”

Cynthia is too quiet, after you pitch the idea to her.

“We could, y’know - try and - and stay close, but-.. not too close, if - if that makes sense? I just-.. Cynthy, what if we have a chance - a real chance - to just-.. to just be - together? What if we-..? I don’t want to lose you.”

Cynthia’s heart drops alongside your own, at that, as her gaze shifts back up to your own, and you’ve never so felt cold before.

“And if we don’t? Y’know, have a chance, a-anyway?”

She asks, her voice faint, and you fall quiet for a moment, your heart thudding too wildly as you try and think clearer - anything to try and make things better for her again.

To try and-.. make things bearable, at least.

“We don’t know until we try, right?”

You remind her softly.

Cynthia hesitates again, but not because she isn’t sure - she just wants to feel like she can do this with you, without making things harder for you, somehow.

“We don’t have to, Cynth, I - I just-.. I just want to try and - I don’t even know, but-”

“Then let’s fucking do it.”

She states, and your heart stutters again.

“Did - Did you just-?”

“Yes, baby - I did; let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Without any further words; any further hesitations, Cynthia gets up, raising her eyebrows competitively back at you.

“What, like - right now? Cynth-”

“Yes, right now - I’m not risking them finding us before we can-”

You get up alongside her.

“Then we’ll go. But let me get ready, okay? It’s probably gonna be cold, and - as you can see - I’m not exactly suited for the occasion, right now.”

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one, almost as much as I am, at least!

I will ensure to get this onto the Cynthia Hammond Masterlist, as well as onto ao3, as soon as I possibly can!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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☦︎︎ “𝑰’𝒎 𝒔𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉.” ☦︎︎

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[The Full Version; Part Two - The Finale!]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some possibly disturbing themes, here!

This is the final part of this main instalment, specifically! There are more writings to come centred around this pairing!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Part]: standing around 2.8k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Themes of Emotional Distress + Mental Health, Grief and Loss, Romantic Trauma/Heartbreak, Hopelessness/Internal Conflict, Possible Suicidal Ideation - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Peace and Quiet/High and Low

VIII

She couldn’t deny she’d spent at least a couple of minutes struggling against Cal’s hold, especially when she could still hear you crying for the team to let you go.

“She needs me!”

Regina had cried, and Cal’s heart dropped at that as he knew she was probably right, but there was nothing that could be done, now.

The medics had said they couldn’t be present in the surgery, and - well, he took that for what it was, because he knew he could trust them.

At least, he hoped he could.

It was only when the two couldn’t hear you as much, or even at all, that she slowly began to calm down again.

Her eyes were sore and redder than they had been before, by the time your cries had faded out.

“She’s gonna be okay,” he’d cooed gently, “you’ll see.”

It had taken at least a couple of hours, before one of the nurses had located them both in the lobby, calling on them and informing that they could go and see you, now.

Regina didn’t think her heart could beat as fast as it was, the whole way to the room they were keeping you in.

Cal knew better than to ask if she was okay again; he could see she was nervous, and he didn’t want to stress her out more somehow.

When they finally reached the door, Regina faltered in step behind Cal, who looked apprehensive.

“C-Cal, wait - I-.. before we go in there, I think I should-”

“It’s okay, Miss George. You don’t need to-”

“But-.. Cal, this-.. what if - what if this is my fault? What if she only did this because - because of me?”

Cal winced, before he nodded tightly, not sure what to say, for a moment.

Regina’s heart sank even further at the silence, as she averted her gaze, not sure what to do with herself anymore.

“Look, I-.. I can’t pretend I know what happened between the both of you earlier today, but-.. I know Y/n, and she’d never blame you for the things she wants to do, okay?”

She hesitated, still unsure.

“A-And you? D-Do-..”

She sighed heavily, evidently frustrated with herself as she tried to find the right words to say.

“Would you blame me, if - if you knew what happened?”

“I’m not a man of hate, Miss George. Besides,” he continued softly with the faintest hint of a smile on his face again to try and soothe the girl’s evident nerves right now, “what goes on in my nieces’ relationships is no concern of mine, unless I have to get involved, so I wouldn’t worry about that right now, okay? Let’s just focus on Y/n, right now, and see where it takes us after.”

Regina nodded tightly as she drew in a barely audible shaky breath again.

Cal opened the door, and held it behind him so she could enter the room after him.

The nurse closed the door gently behind the two, before she lingered in the hallway in case she was needed for anything; questions, in particular.

Regina’s heart dropped, as soon as she noticed the bandages on your arms.

She could just about make out a couple or so on your legs, too.

She didn’t know what to think or do as she lingered by the door again, tears threatening to spill warm down her cheeks again.

She just couldn’t believe she’d-..

She shook her head tightly, her throat tight for a moment, as Cal looked back at her, a pained expression on his face again.

“Miss George?”

He prompted gently.

“I-.. Cal, I - I don’t know if I can-”

He didn’t think he’d ever seen her panic this much before as he shook his head faintly, before easing her carefully into a warm embrace again.

She couldn’t fight it back anymore as she began to cry again, sniffling faintly as she shook her head, silently cursing herself for everything she’d done earlier; everything she’d said.

It was too much.

It was all just-..

“I - I’m sorry, okay? I’m so-”

“Miss George-”

“I just need her to know that I’m-”

“It’s okay, Regina,” he interjected softly, and she tried to calm down, her hands shaking a little still. “I’m sure she doesn’t blame you for whatever it was that happened between the two of you; I’m sure she could never-..”

“Reg-?”

A strained sob almost escaped her, when she heard your voice all over again.

Cal, too, seemed to falter, before he turned to face you, and Regina thought she’d saw tears in his eyes again.

“Ah, you’re awake - perfect!”

He began, and you didn’t know what to do, your heart aching as you averted your gaze again, not sure what to do with yourself anymore.

“Why-.. Why are you guys even-..?”

He faltered again at such a question, your voice failing you before you could reach the end of your sentence again, but he got the gist of it.

“Now, do you really think we’d just leave you alone in here?”

He inquired, and you hesitated, only making the atmosphere hurt more than it had before.

Especially where Regina was concerned again.

“I do enough stupid stuff, right? Like-.. Like thinking maybe that-.. that whenever I want to disappear it - it’ll-.. it’ll actually work and - and then it just-..”

“But that’s not-”

Cal tried to protest again.

“It is, Cal. I - I’m not meant to still be here, okay? I - I don’t deserve to be-”

“Stop.”

You fell quiet, as soon as you heard Regina’s voice again.

You remembered how your heart sank to hear it trembling the way it did.

“Reg,” you mouthed subconsciously, your lungs failing you all over again.

“You - You can’t just-.. Y/n, you - you’re more than you think you are-”

“A-And you know that how?”

You questioned, and her heart sank all over again.

“You know how,” she contradicted, “I love you, Y/n. I’ve always-..”

You shook your head tightly, before you averted your gaze again.

“Love is just-.. it’s a waste, Reg, it - it’s always been-”

“Now hold on there, Y/n - love is never a waste, and you know that,” Cal interjected harshly, but not unkindly, and you didn’t know if you could even bother breathing anymore as you shook your head gravely, before turning partially away from the two again.

“Just-.. Just go, okay? I’m not-.. just go.”

Regina couldn’t just give up like that.

Cal could see that, too, as he sighed heavily, before nodding tightly, and passing the mantle onto the girl beside him again.

IX

Once Cal had left the room, Regina tried to recompose herself again.

First, she cleared her throat, and it was hard for you not to jolt at the sound again.

“You know, Cal’s right,” she stated, and you didn’t know what to do anymore, not daring to look back at her no matter how much you wished you could do so, right now, “love isn’t a waste, Y/n. Look, I-.. I don’t know what you’re thinking right now, but-.. I’m here, okay? I’ll always be-..”

Her voice cracked a little again.

You didn’t think your heart could ache as much as it did, then.

“A-And you’ll - you’ll never drive me away, okay? N-Not even if-.. if you-..”

It was so hard to breathe, now, when you could feel her getting ever closer to you again.

“Y/n-”

“Stop, Reg - please stop-”

“A-And I don’t care if - if you need to stay up crying, o-or hating me or shouting at me all night long, okay? I’m going to stay with you, b-because - because I-”

“You can’t fucking love me, okay? You just can’t!”

You cried, and Regina’s heart dropped when she realised that you’d begun to cry again.

“But-”

You didn’t think her voice had ever sounded so small before.

“I’m not-.. I’ll never be-.. Reg, I-.. I can’t be good for you. I’ll.. I’ll always just be-..”

“Don’t,” she warned a little more exasperatedly than before, “Y/n, you-.. there’s nothing wrong with you, okay? Y-You might think that - that what those men did to you is-..”

She cursed barely audibly again.

“But - But it can’t change the way that-.. it can’t shape who you are forever, okay? Just because it happened once, doesn’t mean it’ll happen again - you - you just need to-”

“Yeah, well, I can’t, okay? I fucking can’t, Reg, I just-.. I could never-.. I-.. they’re always - always here, in - in my head, and - and they-.. they keep saying-.. I keep hearing them s-saying-.. saying things, a-and I - I just-.. I’ll never be - be able to go back to them not being there, okay? Them not saying that - that I-.. I’m just-..”

You sniffled barely audibly, and she wondered if the pain in her chest would ever go away, now.

“You don’t know until you try.”

She didn’t know how she’d got the words out, but-.. she needed you to hear them, her voice threatening to crack again.

“Y/n,” she continued ever softer, and your heart jolted all over again. “Look, I-.. if you really-.. if you don’t want-.. if you can’t be with me, o-or just - I don’t even know, but-.. I understand, okay? Baby, I-.. I’ll always-.. I love you, a-and I just-.. I just want you to know that it’s okay - I-.. I want whatever you want, okay? I just - I want you to be happy, s-so - so I just-..”

Her bottom lip threatened to tremble again.

“I just need you to know this, okay? Y-You - You’re beautiful, a-and capable, and strong, a-and I just-.. I-..”

She shook her head tightly again, cursing herself as tears began to cloud her vision.

“It doesn’t matter. But-.. what I’m trying to say is - is that - you’ll overcome this, Y/n. I know you will - you’ve always been-..”

You didn’t know how much more you could take anymore.

“You’re the strongest woman I’ve ever known, baby,” she added a little fainter than before, “Y/n, I-.. you’re not alone in this; I’m not going to let you be alone, okay? I couldn’t just-..”

She drew in a barely audible shaky breath, before she lifted her left hand up to your left shoulder again.

You tried not to shudder at the touch, tightly shutting your eyes as you melted into her touch, wondering why you felt so safe beneath it.

“I’m here for you. I - I’ll always be-..”

You didn’t dare try and speak, for fear of breaking down again.

Nothing had ever hurt more.

She was sure of it.

So she withdrew her hand, and you’d never felt so empty before.

“A-Anyway, I-.. I should probably-..”

You couldn’t let her go.

You couldn’t just-

Your hand shook, as you carefully caught her right one within your left one again.

“Reg-”

You strained out, your eyes wide and wet again.

“I-.. I’m so-.. I can’t-..”

It was like your lungs were full of sand; pebbles, and you could hardly keep it together anymore.

“I - I don’t want-”

Regina couldn’t keep the distance between the two of you, especially when you looked like you were on the verge of having another episodic type of panic attack again.

“Y/n,” she cooed gently as she wrapped her arms around you carefully, easing your figure closer to her own as much as she possibly could, right now.

You didn’t hesitate to cling onto her shoulders as you cried into the crook of her neck, stammering things barely audible and identifiable as you tried to calm down; tried to focus on her - only her, and how it felt to be in her arms again.

You whimpered quietly, and she lifted her right hand up to the back of your head to intertwine the fingers of it within your hair as you breathed her in, scared she could easily disappear, if you opened your eyes all over again.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered shakily, “Reg, I - I-.. I’ve always-.. I love you, okay? I - I fucking love you-”

“It’s okay, baby,” she cooed ever softer as you tried to stay calm again; tried to take as many deep breaths as you could, by now. “I know, okay? Y-You’ll - everything’s okay, I - I swear, I-.. I’ve got you, Y/n, I-.. I’ll never let you go, okay?”

You still weren’t sure; you just wanted to be enough for her, but it terrified you to think that maybe you might never be-

“H-Hey, look at me,” she encouraged a little more exasperatedly, and you didn’t hesitate to glance up at her again, “it’s okay - see? I - I’m here, baby - I-.. I’ll always be here for-”

The door opened again, off to the right of her.

“Y/n-”

Cal began, hardly breathing again, before either of you could register what was even happening, for a brief moment in time again.

You shook a little in her arms as you shook your head tightly again, before burying your face into the front of her neck, the new figure appearing a little disheartened by your reaction to him again.

Regina frowned, seeing the way his eyes darkened.

“Cal-”

She tried to reassure him, but he shook his head a little half-heartedly, before smiling apologetically back at her again.

“I just - I wanted-.. I wanted Y/n to hear that-.. that I-.. I’m sorry. Y/n, I-.. look, you - you might - you might not want to hear my voice, right now - you might not even want-.. want to see me, but - but I-.. I need you to hear this, okay? I’m sorry. I - I’m sorry that - that you’re hurting so much. I’m - so sorry, I - I could have lost you again-.. I could have-.. I’ve never been so-..”

His tongue began to feel heavy the more that he tried to continue, vision blurrier than it ever had been before recently.

He didn’t think he’d ever feel this way, again, after-..

He sighed heavily, before running a shaky right hand over his face again.

“I love you,” he added faintly, and you warily looked toward him again.

“C-Cal-?”

You managed, eventually, and his expression stuttered all over again as he cried quietly, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen him cry quite like that before.

Regina didn’t hesitate as she moved over just slightly, allowing Cal space to sit on the edge of the bed alongside her.

He lingered awkwardly where he was, at first, afraid you wouldn’t want him to come any closer to join the embrace, but you couldn’t keep him waiting as you nodded timidly, before mouthing that it was okay; you loved him too as you feared that your voice would only fail you again if you even tried.

“Thank god,” he managed as he wrapped one arm around you, and the other around Regina again. “I - I was scared that-.. I thought I’d lose you, I - I don’t know why, I just-.. I’m sorry, Y/n - I - I’m so-..”

You shook your head again as you rubbed his back gently to try and provide comfort to him as much as you possibly could, right now.

“I - I love you so much - y-your mother, she - she would have-..”

He fell quiet as he winced again, but you seemed to recover quickly after he’d brought up your mum again.

“Fuck, I - I’m so sorry - Y/n, I-”

“It’s okay,” you mustered up again, your voice a little more hoarse than it was before as if you were still trying not to cry again, “I love you too, Cal.”

Eventually, Cal had decided he should probably head back for a little while to make sure the horses were okay, and Lisa coping well being alone with them right now.

Regina stayed, though; she couldn’t bring herself to leave your side as she laid beside you on the bed, smiling softly as she admired your peaceful frame beside her own.

“Y-You’re - You’re perfect,” she whispered, and your heart jolted a little.

“Reg-”

“You are,” she insisted, “you can’t even deny it, Y/n. Why would you even try-?”

You frowned, but tried to hide it as you turned your head a little away from her own again.

Her heart dropped, at that, but she didn’t want to fight with you anymore as she - instead, leaned closer to delicately press a soft kiss to your left cheek again.

You didn’t know why that made you feel as warm as it did, then.

“Think you can get some sleep?”

She inquired softly.

You thought about it for a moment, evidently nervous to try, but you felt a little safer to know that she was here with you again.

“Maybe,” you answered a little apprehensively still.

“You’ll be okay - I know you will,” she cooed again, trailing the fingertips of her left hand delicately over the back of your right one. “Besides, if - if anything did - y’know-.. I’m here, baby,” she reminded you, and your heart threatened to stutter all over again, “I’m never gonna leave you, okay? You’re officially stuck with me from here to god knows when - sound good?”

You couldn’t help, but smile softly up at the ceiling again.

“Is that even a question?”

Regina raised her eyebrows back at you.

“Yeah-?”

She answered uncertainly.

“Then sure, baby,” you answered softly, “yeah, that sounds good to me.”

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, although we reached the ending so quickly, this time!

I look forward to writing again for Regina and her Reader, but the next main instalment may end up being centred around another pairing for another couple of instalments, at some point!

However, there’ll still be shorts of her and her Reader, in the meantime!

I will ensure to get this and the haiku for this instalment posted onto the Regina George Masterlist, soon, as well as onto ao3, shortly!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, though, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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[angstyandromanticwriting]

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☦︎︎ “𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝑰’𝒎 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.” ☦︎︎

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An Angela Orosco X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Dealing with some disturbing themes, here!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 1k!

Takes place after James has achieved the ‘Leave Ending’ + engaging with the ‘loop’ perspective of the game (SH2R Version!)

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more! 

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Nightmares/Psychological Distress, Dissociation/Surreal Horror, Emotional Vulnerability/Helplessness, Implied Death/Near-Death Experience, Fear/Paranoia/Presence of Unseen Threats, Existential Crisis/Identity Confusion, PTSD-Like Symptoms - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it! 

Night/Bend to its Will

Every night, you were plunged back into the nightmares.

You kept seeing faces you never wanted to see again, but it seemed like they kept getting hazier and hazier as time went by.

Your most recurring dream didn’t feel so much like a dream, but - something real.

Too real.

You often woke up either crying for no reason in particular; being in pain like something had wounded you, mentally and physically.

This time, the pain seemed to feel more present than it had ever been before.

You were on the makeshift mattress in the back room of Happy Burger, decrepit though it seemed to be.

It had been the first place you searched; you and Clara had often come here together before-..

You winced subconsciously, eyebrows furrowing a little as you tried not to glance toward the booth the two of you liked to sit at.

Instead, you tried to focus on the ceiling above you, listening to the soft rolling of the fog outside.

It had been worse, earlier, like the town had been holding its breath - a living thing, even with things that seemed - so unnaturally broken.

The figure at the cemetery had been the only one you’d seen, so far.

Well, except for-..

Your shoulders tense, you picking up on a faint rumbling outside like the ground is preparing to crack open somehow.

It didn’t matter.

You guessed it could have just been a trick of your vision.

You had been tired since you’d first arrived here again, after all.

It alarmed you, though, that when your eyelids were on the verge of fluttering shut - albeit tightly - you’d wondered what the girl you’d spoke to briefly was doing, but you didn’t have much time to think about it, before you were somehow drifting off to sleep again.

In nightmare, you felt - less than fully conscious, your side stinging as your face scrunched up with the pain.

The light felt too bright above you - much too bright, as you let your eyes shut again, trying to keep it out, but - in doing so - you allowed more tears to flood out of your orbs, before they leaked down your cheeks again.

Off to your right, you thought you heard shuffling.

It was faint, at first - distant, until you heard a strained cry, and there was a shadow blocking out the light that wasn’t just the cover of your eyelids.

You tensed up again, hugging yourself as you whimpered faintly, unable to move anymore than you had right now as you felt a flush of warmth, and heard shaky breathing again.

That was when a voice sounded, small though it was.

“No, no no no,” it managed, at first, as if it doesn’t know what else it can say right now.

You try to open your eyelids again.

The figure’s eyes widen, but even as you try to narrow your eyes to remove the haze, you can’t get a clearer image of the person crouched to the right of you.

“Y/n-?”

The voice continues, and a shiver runs through you at the sounding out of your name, the way it was.

It had been said so softly-

“Y/n, please - say something,” the voice begs, shaky, but still warm; exasperated, but almost relieved.

You aren’t sure what it wants you to say.

Not at first, anyway.

“Please-!”

It cries, and you feel helpless as it carefully scoops you into its arms, and you feel warm again.

“Please,” it whispers shakily.

“I - I-..”

It tries to continue, but it fails miserably.

“Y/n-..”

It started as a burning sensation.

It lingered in your throat for a while, and - as you let your gaze drift up to the blurry figure above you again, you couldn’t let it stay there anymore.

“I think - I think I’m in love with you,” you managed, and the figure’s demeanour stuttered as a shaky breath escaped it again. “A-And that - And that scares me to death.”

The figure fell quiet for a moment, before a faint whimper escaped it, and you wished you could see it clearer as it leaned down to delicately connect its forehead to your own again.

“I - I love you, too, Y/n,” it continues gently, and a shiver runs down your spine. “Please, come back to me - don’t - don’t leave me again - please don’t leave me again!”

You could already feel yourself slipping away, and your heart sank at the feeling as the figure cried above you; you could even feel its tears dripping onto your cheeks.

You wanted to reach out; touch it; run your fingers through its hair, even when you weren’t sure if you knew it, or not.

Except-..

It felt like a distant memory, like you were looking back on another life.

Another time.

Another-

You slipped away, and you couldn’t hear the crying anymore.

Instead, all you could feel was the pain again.

As your eyelids fluttered open, you drew in a barely audible shaky breath as you looked toward the ceiling, like the way you had, earlier.

You wondered if you were even still awake anymore.

Still alive.

You felt so weak.

You didn’t think it would ever go away, but as you sat up, you heard a faint whimpering like the one you’d heard before.

Your lungs stuttered as you looked around you, but there was no-one else here.

At least, you thought there wasn’t, until you noticed an unnatural darkness under one of the tables of a booth to the left of you.

You were hesitant to acknowledge it, at first, your heart thudding too fast as you narrowed your eyes toward it - all you could make out was that the figure was hunched under the surface above, and shaking vividly.

“Er - h-hello? Do - Do you need help, or-?”

You inquired faintly, your voice hardly sounding, and the figure startled a little at the sound of your voice, before a pair of shiny from crying eyes looked back at you, and you recognised the girl before you’d ever been able to recognise anyone before.

You even struggled with Clara sometimes, whenever the both of you had been in crowds, or incessant darkness, somehow.

“Oh. It - It’s you, shit - I’m sorry,” you managed, and the figure just continued to stare through wide eyes back at you, as if afraid of you, or something behind you.

You tensed up at the possibilities.

“Hey, it - it’s okay - I’m not gonna hurt-”

There it was.

A soft growl.

You wondered why you even tried to fight anymore.

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A Regina George X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[The Full Version; Part One]

Minors DNI!!!

* Handles hefty topics + themes that may be disturbing, as well as a very brief hint of smut (not immensely graphic or long!)

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Part]: standing around 11.4k!

Takes place after the events of the film [2024 version!]

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Themes of Emotional Distress + Mental Health, Grief and Loss, Romantic Trauma/Heartbreak, Hopelessness/Internal Conflict, Possible Suicidal Ideation - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

Peace and Quiet/High and Low

I

You remembered telling yourself that things would get better, that night.

You’d been so happy, just existing closer to her, and in her arms again.

You felt you’d even been blind to everything around you, as you admired everything about her; the way her eyes shone in the moonlight; the way her lips curved upwards a little upon feeling your gaze on her.

Your heart jolted a little, before you glanced up at her again when you thought she wasn’t looking; that she wouldn’t notice, after she’d again averted her gaze a little to meet your own so unexpectedly, as well as blissfully somehow.

You couldn’t deny the way it had made your cheeks heat up, the way it did.

You’d drawn in a barely audible shaky breath to try and stabilise yourself.

It disheartened you enough to do so, in the end, when you caught sight of Cal’s car a few paces away, now.

“Reg-?”

You’d whispered, and she hummed softly to show she was listening.

“I-.. can - can you-..?”

You winced, your tongue feeling heavy again.

“Fuck, I’m sorry-”

“Hey, it’s okay - don’t pressure yourself too much, okay?”

She reassured you gently, as well as a little absentmindedly as Cal opened the left back door of the car, allowing her to carefully lower you down onto your feet again so she could aid you in getting inside it again.

You nodded tightly, but it wasn’t enough, your eyebrows furrowing a little.

“I - I just wanted-.. I don’t know what I wanted,” you murmured as you sighed a little, a pained expression on your face again, “you-.. you probably can’t come with us, right? They - They’d probably want you to stay here, right?”

You guessed, and Regina tensed up a little; she hadn’t thought of that before, though she knew she probably should, somehow.

She’d been too focused on you, but it had been worth it, in the end.

“I - I’m not sure, I mean - I - I could ask them if-?”

“I-.. I think it would be best that you stay here, for now, Miss George,” Cal advised gently, and Regina’s heart sank a little again. “You don’t know what you might be missing out on in your classes, right? They’re more important than you might think they are. Trust me; I skipped a lot of what they offered me back in time, but you have a chance - I’d recommend you take it.”

Regina wasn’t sure what to say for a moment as she nodded tightly, before her gaze fell upon you again.

She couldn’t deny it had made her heart sink, when she noticed the conflicted look upon your face again.

“Er, y-yeah, sure, I guess. Just-.. keep Y/n safe, okay?”

You bowed your head even further, not wanting her - or anyone, for that matter - to think they needed to protect you, somehow.

“I-.. I don’t need anyone to protect me,” you murmured a little more uncomfortably, and Regina winced, but you smiled apologetically back at her to show you weren’t mad at her, or anything; you’d just-..

You didn’t even know anymore.

“Er, also, would - would it be okay if-.. I don’t know - could I come back over later, just - just to-?”

Regina requested, and Cal raised his eyebrows back at her again.

“Ask your mother.”

He replied simply, and Regina sighed heavily, before she nodded gravely, guessing it would probably be for the best if she did, anyway.

“Sure thing,” she uttered, though it still worried her sometimes to talk to her mom about it; to ask if she could stay over with you, when she knew that the figure would probably want to come over alongside her, asking her follow-up questions probably about your and her relationship, right now.

She couldn’t deny she still felt a little uneasy about telling her friends properly about you; about her feelings for you, in particular, though she worriedly didn’t doubt that they had at least some idea already, at this point in time, now.

You were - unusually quiet, when she came over again, June unsurprisingly strolling up the driveway beside her again.

“Well, we must be a pair of awful regulars around here by now, huh?”

She commented, as Cal nodded respectfully back at the pair.

You were warily lingering in the doorway behind him, looking unusually more tense than you usually did.

“Coffee?”

Cal offered, and June appeared surprised by his hasty suggestion, but it didn’t impact her taking him up on it.

You stepped aside so they could both go into the homestead.

Regina raised her eyebrows over at you, before she inched ever closer, and your heart skipped a beat again.

“O-Okay?”

You asked, your voice barely audible again.

“Always - you?”

She answered easily, a soft smile playing on her lips as you tried to stay calm, your eyes darker than they’d ever been before.

“Y-Yeah, I - I just-.. erm-.. you - you wanna come in?”

Regina tilted her head partially over at you, wondering why something seemed off, now.

You seemed almost - scared, to meet her gaze again, keeping your head a little lower than before as she managed up a soft ‘sure’, her voice prompting goosebumps to prickle along your skin, only to intensify as she walked past you, and you were hit by the soft sweetness of her perfume again.

“Er, R-Reg-?”

You began again, and she hummed quietly to show she was listening, as you closed the front door, not sure why you suddenly felt so warm all over again, and so safe, too.

Like you could share every secret you knew with her, without fail, somehow.

You’d thought about telling her about your newest fear, but the words stuck upon the tip of your tongue, as her expression softened, before you shook your head tightly, not sure if you could do it, somehow, no matter how much it pained you to think you couldn’t allow the thought to escape, the way you wished it could, then.

“N-Never-mind,” you murmured, before you gesticulated toward the conservatory, and she knew in an instant what you might be suggesting as she smiled warmly back at you, before offering you her right hand, and you accepting nothing short of instantly again.

“So, I take it Badger’s been playing up since yesterday, maybe? She - She seems like that type of mare to,” Regina mused, and you winced - she certainly wasn’t wrong, there.

“Y-Yeah, she - erm-.. she-.. she’s certainly a difficult one.”

You corroborated, as the both of you strolled toward the grey stable again.

Regina knew you were often quiet; she knew you didn’t like conversation as much as most people seemed to.

But this was different; you were different, and she’d never felt so-.. scared, before.

“Hey, erm-.. wait a sec, just - just for a sec, okay?”

She bargained, and you faltered as you stopped beside her, before warily turning to face her again.

“W-What’s up? Are-.. Are you-.. Are you okay?”

You asked cautiously, your eyes widening a little as you feared maybe you’d done something wrong again.

“Oh, y-yeah, I - I’m-.. shit, I’m sorry - I’m okay, I just-.. are - are you sure you’re okay? I just-.. I-.. I don’t know, but - you seem-.. quieter, than-..”

She sighed heavily, wishing it weren’t so hard for her to find the right words around you again.

You winced, realising, before you nodded tightly, not wanting her to worry about you anymore than she had already.

“Yeah, I - I’m - I’m okay, Reg - I - I promise you I am, okay? I just-.. it’s-.. it’s been a long day, I guess.”

She was reluctant to believe you, when you tried to explain, and that only made her feel worse, somehow.

She didn’t stop thinking about it, even when she had ‘her tongue down your throat’, the others inside none-the-wiser.

You were hardly around at the homestead over the week-end.

You’d hardly been answering her calls, or responding to her texts.

She didn’t know what to think, at this point in time, now.

That was why when Monday came around, she made the decision to explicitly be waiting for you to turn up where you usually did.

You’d done so, just as she’d expected you to, a few minutes after.

“Good week-end, huh?”

Regina questioned, and you faltered as you kept your head low for a moment, even after taking your helmet off, a pained expression on your face again.

“Reg-”

“Look, I-.. I don’t-..”

She sighed heavily, as she averted her gaze a little, a lump forming within her throat again.

“I don’t know what’s going on with you recently, but-”

“Nothing is going on with me,” you uttered, your voice threatening to tremble all over again; you couldn’t take it - you hated hurting her, and you were scared that you were soon going to lose her, but you didn’t know what to do anymore.

You just felt like you were in the way, of everything.

Still - even after everything she’d told you last Friday about everything you were to her, all over again.

You tried not to let your demeanour falter even more, drawing in a barely audible shaky breath as Regina shook her head tightly - she knew something was wrong, and she was determined to figure out what it was, somehow or other.

“But-”

“I’ve just-.. I’ve just been busy, okay? I-.. I was - Cal was helping me fix the bike up, so-.. y’know.”

Regina raised her eyebrows again, and you’d never felt so weak before.

“I’m sorry, Reg,” you murmured, and she shook her head once more, before forcing a smile back at you.

It didn’t quite reach her eyes, though.

“I’ll - erm-.. I’ll see you inside, okay?”

She mustered up, eventually, and your heart sank all over again when you thought you heard her voice cracking a little again.

“Y-Yeah, I-.. yeah, sure - I - I’ll see you in there,” you returned a little half-heartedly, and she’d never found it more difficult to walk away from anything, the way she pressed herself to walk away from you, then.

You’d thought about stopping her; about telling her you loved her, but the words kept sticking to your tongue heavily, and your chest had never throbbed more the way it did, and so excruciatingly, then.

II

You didn’t know how much you’d deserve to talk to her, after you’d been acting the way you had.

You guessed that was why you were keeping your distance, again.

Then again, you didn’t know why you thought it would help.

Instead, it just made everything hurt more.

Whenever you saw her around the complex, you just felt-.. you felt more broken.

Your throat always just threatened to close whilst you cursed yourself for being so distant with her; you just didn’t know if you could tell her about the way you felt, right now.

You kept your head low, whenever your gaze happened to fall upon her again.

You just wished you could make things better, but-.. you doubted you ever could, so-.. that was where you often failed to even.. well, you didn’t even know anymore.

You sighed heavily, before you glanced toward where you’d parked your motorcycle again.

You guessed it wouldn’t hurt for you to drive around for a little while; there should still be time, so you pushed yourself up off of the hill, and made to walk toward the locomotive, only to be shoved back by who you guessed could be no one, but the person who seemed to hate you the most, right now - Shane.

Just great.

So, you’d messed up (well, you’d believed you’d messed up with Regina), and now you were probably going to mess up your position at Northshore by getting yourself stuck in a fight again.

You tried to tell yourself it wouldn’t matter, anyway; you’d probably never be normal, so what harm would it do if you were just moved into another school again?

“Great. It’s you,” you uttered, and Shane sneered over at you, evidently trying, and failing, at being intimidating, somehow.

“I could say the same about you,” he retorted, attempting smoothly; you hated this guy, and - to be honest - you still couldn’t believe that Regina had bothered ever giving him the time of day, before. “So, I see you got your bike fixed up, huh? How long d’you think that’s gonna last around here?”

“Probably longer than you could keep your brain cells working, Shane,” you replied shortly, but still keeping your cool, somehow. “So - probably longer than - hm, at least four seconds, then?”

Shane chuckled menacingly, as he shook his head, and you didn’t know why it alarmed you as much it had, then.

The laugh had just sounded like-..

You shook your head a little as you averted your gaze, trying to stay calm again, somehow, not wanting to have yet another episodic fit right outside the main building.

In front of many, if not everyone, no less.

“I bet you really think you’re clever, don’t you? Well, just a quick news flash - you’re not. There’s one thing you fucked up on, so far - you stole my girlfriend from me, and that’s not something you do to people who are way above you in places. You’re pathetic.”

You couldn’t help, but scowl down at the ground again.

“I don’t know why they even let you come here. I heard about your little fit last Friday; you probably thought the word wouldn’t spread, right?”

“I’m - I’m not doing this with you, okay?”

You decided, eventually, trying not to ball your hands into fists as you made to meander around him, only faltering briefly when his voice sounded out again.

“You’d probably also be surprised then that it was Regina that started the talk about it in the first place, wouldn’t you?”

Your heart dropped at that.

You didn’t even know why, but-.. it dropped.

You shook your head tightly for a moment as you drew in a barely audible shaky breath, not sure what to do with yourself, anymore.

You just didn’t think she’d-..

It didn’t matter.

You told yourself it didn’t, anyway, as you tried to recompose yourself, but you couldn’t do it.

Cal had told you to be the better person, but-.. it was too hard.

You were sick of getting shit all the time.

“I bet that really hurts, doesn’t it? You know - you might just be the weakest woman I’ve ever met.”

He scoffed, sneering again.

“I don’t know why I even bothered coming over here to talk to you.”

You gritted your teeth a little, trying to ignore Cal’s voice in your head telling you to calm down; telling you that whoever tried to hurt you could never be worth the trouble of moving schools again, or anything worse than that.

“Hey, Shane?”

You began, and he begrudgingly hummed as he made to turn and face you again.

He’d hardly turned fully, before you’d thrown the first punch, and he staggered back a little.

“The fuck?”

He hissed through gritted teeth as he lifted his left hand up to his left cheek again.

You felt weirdly - good, as your knuckles ached a little already.

The familiarity of being in a fight was just - exhilarating.

You couldn’t deny it.

You wouldn’t apologise for it, either, so you just grinned back at him as he scowled over at you, albeit faintly.

“You were saying?”

You prompted, and he shook his head as he spat the two words ‘you bitch’, before he made to try and do you the same favour.

His comebacks were just as predictable as his fighting stance.

You swiftly dodged his attack, before grabbing onto his collar, and thrusting him back a little.

He even staggered a little, at that.

You’d just need to throw another punch to get him down onto the ground again.

You didn’t doubt you would have done it, if Regina hadn’t got in the way, and you faltered as soon as she was stood between the both of you, a pained expression on her face again.

“Y/n, stop,” she began a little firmly, as well as a little breathlessly all the same as she held you at arm’s length, you finding it hard to breathe all over again as you stared back at her, your hands shaking a little.

“Reg, you - you need to move, okay? I can’t-”

“I’m not letting you get into a fight again, okay? I - I can’t just-”

“Reg,” you warned again as she shook her head, her eyebrows furrowing a little all over again.

“No, Y/n - I’m not letting you get yourself hurt again!”

She cried, and you faltered as your gaze met her own, your demeanour tensing up a little beneath her touch again.

“You’re not letting me get hurt, huh?”

You uttered, and her demeanour softened a little as her fingertips ran a little further down your arms again.

“What, so - so you thought it wouldn’t hurt me, I guess, if - if you told everyone that-?”

You couldn’t do it.

You just couldn’t.

Not with her.

You couldn’t fight with her, so you carefully withdrew from her touch, no matter how empty it left you feeling, in the end.

After you’d walked away, Regina looked puzzled at your previous question.

That was, she had been confused, until she was reminded of Shane’s presence again.

“You told her something, didn’t you?”

She guessed, once she’d caught him before he could get away from the situation again.

“Er, n-no? Why would I-?”

“You’re a fuckin’ liar,” she contradicted, “and - one day - when you least expect it, I’m gonna make you regret the day you laid eyes on me, how does that sound?”

Shane stammered a little, but Regina couldn’t be bothered to wait for him to generate a response, as she dropped him back down on the ground, and the guy practically whimpered as the back of his head hit the ground beneath it.

“Look at you,” she continued mercilessly, wrinkling her nose a little down at him, even, for her sake, as much as your own (and she couldn’t deny that she was enjoying treating him like dog-shit after she’d seen your and his interaction, earlier, as well as how things had been, last Friday), “you should be ashamed of yourself, honestly. I don’t know what I ever saw in you, last year.”

She made a ‘yuck’ face at even the slightest thought of it, before she scoffed, and waved tauntingly back at him as she made to try and find you again.

III

As soon as she found you, she never wanted to let you out of her sight again.

Surprisingly enough, she found you sitting back in the storage room Shane had locked you in before.

Your heart jolted a little, when she first said your name again.

“Really? This is your new hiding spot, now? Out of every other place you could go?”

Regina mused, as she made to sit beside you again.

You kept your gaze low, not sure what to even think anymore.

“Hey, Reg,” you greeted a little fainter than before.

“Hey, you,” she returned, before smiling softly back at you again.

You didn’t know why you still felt so weak around her, now, after what Shane had told you, earlier.

Her heart sank a little, when your gaze left her own again.

“Y/n-”

“Why, Reg?”

You uttered, your voice threatening to tremble all over again.

She raised her eyebrows back at you, and you winced, before you tried to expand on your question somehow to make it clearer for her.

“Why are you even still-? You shouldn’t be wasting your time on me, okay? I just-.. I’m not-”

“No,” she interjected a little sharper than before, “you don’t get to do that to yourself again - I’m not letting you, okay? Where - Where is this even-? Is this about what Shane told you? He - I know he’s said something to you, okay? I just know he-..”

You shook your head tightly; it wasn’t just about what he’d said.

“If - If I asked you something, a-about-.. about Cal-.. would - would you-.. would you answer it honestly?”

Regina appeared taken aback by your question again.

“Y-Yeah, but-.. but - where is this even going right now? What - What happened between you and Cal?”

She then tensed up a little, as if she were afraid that maybe he’d hurt you, or tried to hurt you, somehow.

“Wait, he - he didn’t try to hurt you, did he?”

She questioned, and you winced as you hastily shook your head, not wanting her to think that he could ever do something like that to you.

“No, he - he didn’t-.. he-..”

You sighed heavily, before finally lifting your gaze up to her own again.

“Remember last Friday, when-.. when he said-..”

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath as you tried to find the right words, all over again.

“He was talking about - about school, and stuff, and-.. about opportunities?”

Regina hummed softly, to show she was listening, and you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve her, being here, the way she was now.

“Do-.. Do you think he’s-.. disappointed, in - in me?”

You asked, before wincing a little as if you’d only just realised how stupid you thought you sounded, now.

Regina’s heart dropped at the pained expression on your face again.

“Are you fucking kidding me, right now? Y/n-”

“I’m sorry,” you murmured a little shakily as you bowed your head all over again, “I didn’t-.. I just-.. I don’t know what I thought, I just-.. I’m fucking sorry, okay?”

She hastily shook her head as she reached her right hand out to rest it upon your left shoulder, delicately again.

It got so hard to breathe that you wondered if you were even alive anymore.

“Is that why you were being-.. y’know, so quiet, before?”

You didn’t dare answer, feeling even worse as you tried not to cry again, keeping your gaze lower than you ever had before.

“Hey-”

“I-.. I didn’t know if-.. I didn’t want-.. I’m so sorry, Reg,” you whispered a little more shakily as she shook her head again, and you felt her squeezing your shoulder a little more.

“You didn’t need to be scared to tell me about-.. about what you - y’know,” she murmured a little more half-heartedly than before, and you cursed yourself for being so distant with her all over again; you’d just thought you would only make things worse if you told her somehow, “look, I’m sure Cal isn’t disappointed in you, okay? He knows what you’re going through, and - well, okay - d’you wanna know what I think about last Friday?”

She asked, and you were hesitant, though you weren’t sure why, still.

“Y-Yeah-?”

You answered a little uncertainly.

“I think - fuck last Friday,” she remarked easily, and you guessed you should have seen that one coming.

“Reg,” you began again, after sighing a little heavily again.

“Seriously - fuck it,” she continued again, “we don’t need to let our days be ruled by some fuckin’ stupid concept, anyway. Baby, look at me.”

You tried to protest again, but it had never been so hard to not look back at her, before.

Eventually, you gave in, especially when she relocated her right hand to your left cheek again.

“Hey, I know you want to,” she teased gently, and your heart was beating too wildly all over again.

“Reg,” you warned gently, evidently a little more nervous than you had been before as you looked up at her, subconsciously melting into her touch as you did, then.

“There you are,” she mused softly, and your lips were so close to her own all over again.

You couldn’t breathe.

It was so hard to look away.

So, so hard.

You didn’t even know if you wanted to, anyway.

“Reg, please, I - I don’t know if-”

“You need to hear this, okay? I’m gonna speak frankly. Y/n, you - no matter what Cal thinks - you are important, and you matter. You always have. Besides, you-.. you can’t just worry about whatever people think about you, all the time. And yes I know that - that’s probably-.. weird, coming from me, a-after-.. after last year, but-.. Y/n, you-.. don’t ever forget that whatever you decide to do in the future - and you do have a future, okay? You just do. I will never stop trying to remind you that you do, okay? Anyway, what I was trying to say, b-before I - y-yeah - was - was that - whatever you wanna do, don’t ever forget to remind yourself that no matter what happens, you gave it your best shot, okay? And that’s all anyone could ask of you. It always will be.”

You didn’t know what to say; if you should even say anything, but Regina seemed to be having the same problem as her gaze drifted down to your lips again.

“Reg-”

“Just-.. know I’m here, okay? Whenever you need me to be. Even when you don’t need me to, I just-.. don’t ever be scared to - to tell me-.. y’know, if - if anything’s-..”

“I-.. I’m scared, Reg, I - this - this is-..”

Regina raised her eyebrows a little back at you, her heart jolting a little as she inched ever closer, wondering what would happen if she let her lips connect with your’s again.

“Why’re you scared, huh? What - What are you thinking, right now?”

You weren’t sure anymore, but there was one thing.

God, you loved this girl.

You wondered if - if you tried to put your thoughts into words - she would-..

Your heart felt as if it were pounding at a million times faster a pace than it had been, before.

“I’m - I’m thinking that - that I-.. I’m here, and - and I love you, R-Regina. I’m just scared that I-”

You faltered as she couldn’t hold herself back anymore, hardly breathing as she leaned closer to kiss you, and you tried not to jolt again like you did last time as you melted into the kiss, whimpering barely audibly as you even made to deepen it a little, her allowing you to do so without a second thought about it.

You shuddered against her as she wrapped her arms around you again.

“Reg,” you whispered a little shakily after the kiss had ended, the both of you trying to catch your breath again. “I - I don’t know if - if we can-”

She hastily shook her head, not wanting you to feel like you had to do that as she relocated her right hand up to the back of your head.

“Hey, it - it’s okay, baby, you - we - we don’t have to-..”

“But - don’t - don’t you feel like-?”

“Hey, don’t - don’t worry about me, okay? Just focus on you. I don’t want you to feel pressured into anything, e-especially not-.. y’know.”

Her heart stuttered a little, and she wondered if she was lying, but she wouldn’t force you into stuff like that - she couldn’t do that to you.

You appeared hesitant, for a moment again.

You felt you wanted to try, even if-..

“H-How much time do you - do you think we have, until-?”

Regina raised her eyebrows again, before something of a mischievous glint seemed to invade her beautiful blue orbs again.

“Hmm, let’s see - maybe just - something over ten minutes, or so?”

You were more nervous than you’d ever been before, as you sat before her, trying to think of something you could do, somehow.

She’d said she wanted you to be the one to make the first move; she wanted you to know that you were safe with her to do so; that she wouldn’t pressure you into it as you warily inched closer to her, your lips immensely close to her own again.

“C-Can I-?”

You mustered up, eventually, as you lifted your right hand up to her left cheek again.

Regina didn’t hesitate to nod softly, and you expressed relief as you continued forward again, before you could brush your lips against her own again.

She certainly hadn’t been expecting it, when you ran your left hand up her right leg, before your palm fell upon the central point of her trousers, and it was so hard not to try and dominate the situation somehow.

IV

She didn’t want to scare you, no matter how overwhelming the sensation was.

You weren’t exactly used to doing stuff like this, but then again neither was she, apart from whenever she’d found herself giving into touching herself sometimes.

You’d not done anything like that in a little while.

Actually, you weren’t sure if you ever even had, though you knew what it meant to have it happen, now.

You’d wished you didn’t have that thought, as soon as you did.

You tensed up, before pulling away from her again.

Regina winced, feeling a little emptier now that you’d withdrawn from her, the way you had.

“Hey, you - you okay? What - What’s wrong? Did you-?”

You shook your head tightly, not sure what to say as you bowed your head a little, your hands threatening to shake all over again.

“Reg, I - I’m sorry, I’m so-.. I don’t-.. I don’t know if I can-.. I don’t even know anymore, I just-”

She shook her head hastily back at you as she could see you were trying not panic again.

“Hey, n-no, Y/n, it - it’s - it’s okay, baby,” she cooed, and you couldn’t believe it as you began to cry quietly, shaking your head tightly all over again as she eased you into a hug, you clinging to her top again.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered shakily as she buried the fingers of her right hand softly into your hair again.

“It’s okay, baby,” she repeated gently, “everything’s okay, I promise - you - you don’t need to-”

“I can be - I can be better, Reg, I - I can-.. w-wait, just let me-”

You made to kiss her again, but she didn’t want you to feel like it was something you had to do, as she eased you back, and your heart dropped seemingly over and over again.

Your lips moved silently for a moment, as your eyebrows furrowed a little as you silently questioned her again.

“You can’t get any better than you already are to me, baby,” she cooed sweetly, and you relaxed a little as she leaned forward a little, allowing for her to delicately connect her forehead to your own again.

Your eyelids fluttered shut a little at the touch, and she smiled softly back at you, glad to see - and maybe even a little proud - that she had managed to calm you down, and so quickly.

“Anyway, we - we should probably go back out to-”

“W-Wait-!”

You managed a little exasperatedly.

She didn’t resist, staying where she was as she patiently awaited for you to find the right words again.

“Reg, I - I-.. I wanted-.. c-can I just-.. I love you,” you stammered out a little, the end of your sentence a little quieter than the rest had been.

She couldn’t help the way she smiled, at that, before she lifted her right hand up to your left cheek again.

“That’s good - t-that’s always good, baby, because - I love you, too,” she returned a little more breathlessly than she did before, “so, erm - where should we head, first? We have a few more minutes - I think. So, cafeteria, or the hill?”

You chose the hill.

You often found the cafeteria to be overwhelming; so many people; so much noise - more chance for you to freak out, you guessed.

That was why you didn’t like going into the classes, either, but-..

You didn’t want to disappoint Cal like you still feared maybe you had, already.

Regina’s right hand never left your left one as you sat together, your heart pounding much too fast again all the while, somehow.

“Hey, erm-..”

She’d began again softly after a little while of you both laying with your backs on the grass again.

You’d not needed words, before now, just staring up at clouds together, and revelling in being beside one another again, like you should be.

At least, you - you hoped you should be.

You warily turned your head toward her own again.

“You - You know when - when we were back in that room?”

She could feel the way you tensed up, at that, but she wanted to do all she could to try and help you, somehow; to help you feel more comfortable around her, but it wasn’t because she wanted to progress her and your relationship further (at least, not entirely) - it was because she just wanted to make you happy; she didn’t want you to be scared around her; to see the bad things you did.

It was painful enough, you waking up and crying in the middle of the night because of the bad men in your dreams again.

She hated seeing you sad because of them; because they just had to hurt you in exchange for their own pleasure, as well as the hopes of stealing Cal’s money from him.

“R-Reg-”

You began cautiously, but she didn’t want to scare you; that could never be her intention; she just needed you to know that she’d always be here for you.

“I - I know, baby, I’m sorry, but - I’m not going to-..”

She sighed heavily as she averted her gaze again, you unable to stop yourself as you found it difficult to not admire her facial features in the sunlight, the way they were, then.

You also didn’t realise you’d stopped breathing again.

“I just need you - to - to know that-.. we don’t have to talk about it, right now - you - you know, what - what scared you, but-.. I’m here, Y/n - if - if, or - or when you want to, no matter what. I’ll be here, I just-.. I need you to know that you can trust me, okay? Always. I-.. you know you can trust me, r-right?”

She couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt her, the way you hesitated, shortly after the question had been posed, the way it was, then.

“Of - Of course I do - R-Reg, I-”

“Look, if - if you still think that whatever Shane said about me is-”

“N-No, I - I don’t, I - I know you’d never-.. I trust you, Reg, I-.. I love you, okay? I - I’ll never stop trusting you, I-”

“Reg? Y’all are already doing nicknames, now? Without us?”

Regina tensed up a little, upon hearing Damian’s voice again.

“E-Er, no, we - we, erm.. we’ve always been, er - anyway-”

“Now hold on, you don’t get to ‘anyway’ me right now, girl - I wanna know what’s going on between the two of you, okay?”

“Why does it even matter?”

You uttered, and Regina’s heart dropped when she heard the fainter hint of pain within your voice again.

“Y/n-”

She began gently, but you shook your head faintly, before you pressed yourself up off of the ground, saying you needed the toilet and that you’d see her again in class probably.

She guessed it didn’t surprise her, when you weren’t anywhere she’d been expecting you to be - in the building, anyway.

She worried that you’d gone back to the riding centre; Cal’s homestead.

Or, rather, she hoped you had - sometimes she still got scared that whenever you disappeared, she might never see you again.

Her heart sank, and the others had never seen her so quiet before.

She hardly even lifted her head to meet their gazes in, and outside of class, and they weren’t sure whether they should try and comfort her, or try to question her again.

“Hey, Regina?”

Gretchen tried to get through to her again, on the way out of their last class for the day.

The girl hummed absentmindedly to act as if she were listening, though all she wanted to do right now was to go and find you again.

“We - We’ve been talking, and - we want you to know that no matter what’s been going on recently, you’re our friend, and - and we’ll always be here for you, okay? No matter what - right, guys?”

Her pace stuttered as she looked back at her and the others behind her, all smiling reassuringly back at her.

She hesitated, not sure what to do for a moment as she bowed her head, before deciding maybe it would be a good idea for her to start being honest with them.

“You guys’ll probably never quit trying to figure it out, right?”

She guessed, and none of them shook their heads.

Janis raised her eyebrows back at the girl, and Regina playfully rolled her eyes, before she nodded tightly, and she decided it was time.

“I’ve been dating a girl - and her name is Y/n.”

She’d hardly had time to breathe, before the group had started to cheer, and she was engulfed into a hug again.

They’d promised not to question her too much more after that - not until they could officially have a conversation with you, anyway.

She thought about telling them they might have to wait a little while for you to get more comfortable around them, but she didn’t want to assume you weren’t ready, especially when she didn’t want to upset you anymore than she felt had, now.

By the time she’d left, she’d never felt more light before - the only thing scaring her now was the possibility of driving back to your and Cal’s place, and finding you not there.

She guessed that was why her heart had jolted, when she pulled up outside the homestead, and her gaze had fallen blissfully upon your bike again.

Despite the damage Shane had done to it last Friday, it still looked just as it should be.

She smiled softly, glad that Cal had been able to help you fix it up again.

She then - after a quick breather, and maybe even a rehearsed apology as best she could - in case she had upset you the way she feared she did - she got out of her car, and headed toward the porch again.

V

Except, she felt stupid as soon as she had got up to it, when she made to knock on the door, and your voice sounded out softly behind her again.

“Reg-?”

You began faintly, your heart skipping a beat when she turned around to look at you, her gaze glinting a little as soon as she realised it was you, and not some murderer or whatever.

“Er, h-hey,” she greeted timidly, “you - you’re not - you’re not inside, then, I guess?”

You raised your eyebrows back at her, trying to fight back a soft smile as you shifted a little in place, still holding onto the hay-bale you’d been in the process of transporting to the fields again.

“No, I - erm, I decided I’d rather be out here, just - y’know, carrying these heavy things around - it’s all just for fun, honestly,” you confirmed, and she couldn’t help, but giggle softly, and you wished it didn’t make you feel warm and fuzzy to know that you’d made her laugh again.

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath, before you awkwardly cleared your throat, knowing you shouldn’t let your pettiness get the better of you.

Especially not with her.

“You, erm - wanna-.. wanna come join me?”

You offered, and she couldn’t explain the way her heart had jolted then at such a request, and you didn’t think you’d ever seen her smiling so brightly before.

“Er, s-sure, yeah - I - I’d love that!”

She didn’t hesitate to respond, in the end.

You remembered thinking that she could be hiding something from you.

You’d been scared to ask, instead just walking with her in silence as you tried to stay calm; to keep your breaths and your steps even with her’s as she watched the horses currently out in the field together.

It was early evening, by now, so you’d recently helped Cal and Lisa bring out Firenze, Felicity, and Badger, whilst in another of the paddocks - to the far left - were the slightly more behaved companions.

There were two Arabians - one named Orion, the other named Aquila (practically half siblings like your Firenze and Felicity), alongside a Shire named Equinox, and a Tennessee Walker named Lysander.

They were all mostly laying down across their spaces, Aquila and Orion sticking close by to one another whilst Equinox grazed, and Lysander rested.

“You know, I think my next challenge should be either Aquila or Orion,” she mused subconsciously, and you tensed up a little again.

“You - You really think so, huh?”

“You look scared again,” she commented a little smugly, “are you just scared of me going on any type of horse, or-?”

You winced, before you shook your head hastily again.

“I - I’m not scared, I just-.. “

You grunted, evidently frustrated at yourself again.

“I’m just worried, okay? And - And that’s different from being scared-”

“Is it, though?”

Regina questioned, evidently skeptical, as well as frustratingly determined.

“Reg-”

“Okay, fine - we’ll say it’s different from being scared, okay? But - what exactly worries you about every horse I try and ride?”

You hesitated, as if you weren’t sure, but all you could see in your head was how she’d fallen from Felicity’s back, and you thought you’d never hear her voice again.

You didn’t realise you’d forgot how to breathe, until she’d opened one of the pasture gates for you.

You winced a little, before smiling your thanks timidly up at her again.

“I just - I can’t-.. it probably sounds stupid, Reg, but-.. I just - fuck-..”

You couldn’t believe how patient she always had been with you.

“I can’t let anything happen to you, okay?”

You managed, eventually, and her expression softened a little more than before.

You only hated yourself all the more, when your voice had cracked, the way it did.

“Y/n,” she cooed gently, but you didn’t dare to glance back at her as you pushed the joining gate open with your back after she’d unlocked it for you again. “Hey-”

You set down the hay bale, heart beating too fast as you hummed barely audibly, and she was standing before you again.

“Baby, look at me,” she continued gently, though she didn’t want to force you.

You tried to breathe normally again as you looked back up at her, finally, and her heart stuttered seemingly over and over again.

“You’re never going to lose me, okay?”

She whispered faintly, but still audibly, and you tried to believe her, nodding tightly as your eyebrows furrowed, and you averted your gaze again.

“You - You could probably ride Orion,” you speculated, and Regina raised her eyebrows again, “he - he did throw me off once, though.”

“You’d seriously let me? Do - Do you think Cal would, too?”

She pried, and you subconsciously looked back toward the homestead again.

The lights were still on.

Cal was probably taking a break from lessons today.

“I mean, he-..”

You sighed faintly, trying not to contradict yourself again.

“He probably would, I just-..”

You tensed up a little all over again, and her demeanour softened as you leaned against the gate behind you, and she couldn’t help, but admire your frame again.

“Y-Yeah, he - he probably would.”

“Probably?”

Regina pried, looking a little skeptical, as well as a little breathless, now.

“Orion’s a good horse,” you insisted, and Regina smiled faintly again when she noticed the glint in your eyes again; it always came back whenever you were discussing the horses here. “He’s got us all through some tough times here, so - I-.. I think I can - yeah, I think we’d be able to trust him with you. You should probably spend some time with him, though, just to make sure - y-you know what I mean. He’s gotta trust you, too, okay? It won’t work otherwise.”

“He didn’t trust you, when he threw you off?”

She guessed, and you appeared a little flustered again.

“Nah, he trusts me,” you hoped, anyway, “Arabian’s can just be really skittish, sometimes.”

She raised her eyebrows again, but this time it was out of curiosity.

“Well, I look forward to it - when do you think we can start?”

You thought Cal wouldn’t miss the two of you for a little while longer, as you tacked up Orion and Aquila, Regina still admiring you all over again.

She found everything about you just - fascinating.

There was even a point in which she wished she could see more of you, again.

The thought made her feel a little guilty, though; she didn’t want you to feel pressured into doing anything like that with her, she just-..

She winced, realising you were looking back at her, a curious look upon your face again.

“You okay-?”

You inquired gently, and her face grew ever hotter as she nodded timidly, and smiled softly back at you again.

“E-Er, yeah, I just - yeah, I’m okay, sorry.”

She awkwardly cleared her throat again.

You shrugged subconsciously, letting her off the hook as you led Orion slowly up to her, the stallion snorting a little as he eyed her from the side, the beautiful skeptic warped brindle he was.

“Wow, he - he’s-”

“He’s a real stunner, right?”

You corroborated, and Regina couldn’t disagree as she lifted her hands slowly up to his snout, Orion huffing as she did, before he shook his mane a little, looking slightly more alarmed than before.

You tried to push back the fear again, but it was too difficult to do; you couldn’t see her falling off another horse again.

It was funny, though - how you lifted your gaze to find Orion now relaxing into her touch, as if he’d not been scared before.

“You must be some sort of horse-whisperer, huh? Apparently more than I am, anyway. Especially when it comes to old Orion here.”

She couldn’t deny she beamed at that, again.

You loved seeing her smile.

“You, erm - you wanna try mounting up, now? I - I think he’d let you.”

You suggested, and Regina hesitated for a moment, you trying not to worry again.

“Y-Yeah, I mean - why not?”

She inched a little closer to his left side.

She was about to try and get her left foot into the designated stirrup for it, when you’d caught her left arm, and your eyes were wide again.

“You, erm-.. you don’t need - you don’t need to do this today, you - you know that, right?”

She smiled softly back at you again; she thought it was - nice, to have someone who was caring about her, the way you did.

“Jesus, Y/n - it’s not like we’re riding into war, right? It’ll be just a trail ride, okay? Short as you want it. Just like last time.”

Your breath hitched at that, and she winced when she recalled the outcome of that night.

“Fuck, I’m sorry - I-.. I didn’t mean-..”

You shook your head tightly, before mustering up a faint smile back at her again to show you understood what she meant, anyway.

“It’s okay,” you cooed gently, your voice close to a whisper again.

She hesitated, before she nodded respectfully back at you, and swung her right leg over Orion’s backside so she could get her right foot into the other stirrup, and you relaxed a little more.

“For what it’s worth,” she began, as you made to mount Aquila, “I’m not gonna fall again.”

VI

She fell again.

And this time, you didn’t even know how it could have happened.

You cried for her again as you hastily got off of Aquila to run up to her again.

“Reg-!”

A strained sob escaped you as you crouched down beside her, hands shaking all over again.

You couldn’t believe it.

You just couldn’t believe this was happening again as you hastily shook your head, before carefully easing her frame closer to your own again.

“Reg, p-please, just - just look at me! Please,” you begged, “I - I love you, baby, I - I’ve always - please-! You fucking promised me, Reg, you promised me that you’d-”

“I didn’t promise you, baby,” she managed, and you faltered as you looked down at her again, chest throbbing painfully.

“Reg-”

“H-Hey, you,” she cooed softly.

“B-But - I thought-”

“Yeah, so - I might have thought it would be funny if - if I just - y’know, pretended kinda to fall again.”

Your eyebrows furrowed a little at her claim, before you shook your head tightly, terrified still, especially when you noticed that there was a faint hint of blood trailing down her left arm again.

“No,” you whispered shakily, “b-baby, no - you - you’re hurt again - you - you’re bleeding, I- I can’t - I don’t - I don’t know what to-”

She winced, realising this was probably a bad idea as she shook her head hastily - as best as she could, anyway - before she shifted a little in your arms so she could affectionately connect her forehead to your own again.

“It’s okay, Y/n, I - I’m okay, see? Everything’s okay, I - I promise you everything’s okay, I-”

“Can - Can you get up? Is - Can you feel your arm? Can - Can you? I just need to know that you-”

She didn’t think she’d ever seen you this scared before.

You were hardly breathing, or breathing too quickly as your eyes grew wider and wetter with each minute that passed.

“Reg-”

“I can feel it, baby - I promise you I can feel it, see?”

She shifted her left arm, before she relocated it to wrap it around your waist, and your expression softened a little more again.

“Why, Reg-?”

You whispered breathlessly as your eyelids fluttered shut for a moment.

Her eyebrows furrowed a little back up at you as she tiled her head partially, wondering what you meant again.

“Why-?”

She inquired softly, as she admired your eyes again.

“Why the fuck would you - would you fall off of Orion on purpose? That - That’s just-”

She winced again, before she averted her gaze, not even sure why she’d thought of doing so, earlier, until she remembered her first thought, and how stupid it had been, but she’d wanted to do it anyway, and she still stood by that, no matter what.

Especially after you’d said that you loved her again.

“I scared you, didn’t I?”

She guessed, and you couldn’t help it as you scoffed, shocked that she was only just noticing.

“Of course you fucking scared me-”

“Scared you enough to get you to say you love me again, anyway,” she added a little smugly again.

You frowned, and she knew she’d got you again.

“Baby-”

“I-.. I can’t believe you’d just-..”

“Look, I - I know it - it was probably a-.. a bad idea, b-but-.. but I-.. I just wanted-”

“You could have got yourself killed!”

You cried, and she cursed herself for thinking she should do it again.

It had never got so hard to breathe before as you buried your face into the crook of her neck, shoulders shaking as you cried against her soft skin again.

“Reg,” you whispered shakily, and her heart ached with how broken your voice sounded as she shook her head slowly, drawing soft circles on your back with her right hand again.

“I’m sorry,” she cooed gently, “Y/n, I’m so-”

You shook your head tightly, as well as begrudgingly, as you held her at arms’ length again.

“If - If you ever fall off of any of the horses again, I’m never letting you ride again, okay? E-Especially if - if you’re just going to fall off of them on purpose, now-”

“Deal.”

She stated, without hesitation.

You appeared taken aback by such a response as that had been.

“Deal? R-Really? You’d be okay if I-?”

“If it means you’ll forgive me, then yes - of course I would,” she insisted, and you appeared cautious as you nodded slowly, your eyes still wary.

“O-Okay,” you replied slowly, “t-that would - that would be-..”

She grinned up at you, unable to stop it as you appeared a little flustered, before lowering your gaze again.

“I love you, you major little dork,” she remarked, and your heart so easily skipped a beat all over again.

“You - You do, huh? I was scared that you-..”

Her smile faltered, at that.

“Y/n-”

“A-Anyway-”

“No,” she interjected a little firmer than before as she sat up a little easier than she had the time before, relaxing you a little more when you could tell she wasn’t as hurt as you feared she might be, “Y/n, what-.. what were you going to-?”

You tensed up in her arms a little more, before you sighed heavily, cursing your big mouth again.

“I just-.. I - I was scared that-.. I thought you were ashamed of us, okay? I-.. I just - I didn’t know what to-”

“You - You seriously think I could be ashamed of being with you? Y/n-”

“I mean, yeah,” you murmured, and her heart sank all over again, “Reg-..”

She shook her head tightly, a hurt look on her face as your eyes said it all, without your thoughts being conveyed verbally.

‘Look at me; look at what they did; look at what I did.’

She couldn’t take it; she just couldn’t, and it was so hard not to break down and cry again.

“Why would you even-?”

She managed, eventually, but you weren’t about to give in as you continued, albeit a little weaker than you had before.

“Reg, I-.. you can’t seriously be thinking that I’m-.. I could never be-..”

You shook your head subconsciously as tears began to cloud your vision, prompting you to bow your head a little as you bit down on your tongue, and her chest throbbed painfully again.

“No, Reg, I-.. I can’t be - be that for you, okay? I just-.. I just can’t.”

The way you withdrew your arms from around her terrified her more than she could say, then.

“What, so - so this is all just-?”

She began again in a voice close to a feeble whisper, and you didn’t dare glance up at her again.

“It - It doesn’t matter,” you murmured, “let’s just-”

“Did you seriously just fucking say that it doesn’t matter? Y/n, this - it does fucking matter. W-What we have fucking matters, okay? It always-..”

She faltered again, as you found it hard to breathe, staring back at her with nothing short of sheer pain on your face again.

“At least, I thought it-..”

You’d never hated yourself more, than you did, then.

All you could think about when you heard her voice tremble was that you didn’t know why you were still here; why the paramedics had fought to keep you alive; why anyone had ever even wanted you to be-..

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath, as she swallowed uncomfortably, but the lump stuck in her throat like a boulder in a weak place.

“I - I think I need to-”

“Let me take you home.”

You offered, but it sounded more like a plea, and she hesitated, not sure, her eyes darkening again.

“I didn’t think you’d want to. Does - Does it still matter to you, whether - whether I make it home alone, or-?”

You winced a little; you’d deserved that one.

You deserved far worse, too, you didn’t hesitate to think.

Sometimes you still got scared that you deserved to be stuck in that room again.

Sometimes you even got scared that you still deserved the broken bones; the violation, the nights you spent crying for Cal, or your mum to find you.

You lifted your gaze back up to her own, and all you could think, alongside your previous fears, was that you could never deserve someone as perfect as her, body and soul.

“Reg-”

She shook her head tightly again, and you knew better than to protest against her.

“I think I know the way back from here,” she mused, as she pressed herself off of the ground, you watching tearfully still.

You wished you could just take it back.

You wished you could tell her everything she was to you; show her everything she-..

Your heart stuttered when you tried to remind yourself that it didn’t matter; you couldn’t trap her with you.

She deserved better than that.

You just hoped she’d-..

She did nothing like what you’d been expecting her to do.

VII

Before she’d come back to the homestead, a little later the same day, you’d just been-..

You couldn’t stop thinking about her with someone better than you.

Couldn’t stop thinking about the hurt look on her face when you’d told her everything you did before.

You guessed it was why you’d made the marks on your arms again.

It was the closest you could get to the pain you’d felt at the hands of the kidnappers, so you just-..

You knew you deserved it, so it was-.. it was relatively easy, no matter how much it stung by the end.

You cried when the marks were done; cried when you couldn’t stop thinking about her; how you felt when her arms were around you; her lips against your’s; the fuzzy feeling you got whenever her gaze so blissfully locked with your own again.

It was like nothing you’d ever felt before.

But you knew you didn’t deserve it - you just knew.

You didn’t know why she’d even bothered giving you any time of day, the way she had.

You’d soon after such thoughts wondered what would happen, if you’d just-..

You could make the marks deeper.

You could make them longer.

Just make them bleed more.

Make it hurt more.

You deserved the pain more than you could even-..

So you made a longer mark; tried to make it deeper, and you didn’t think you’d cried as much as you did, then.

You were glad you’d made sure Cal was asleep, before you’d begun the cutting again.

You whimpered barely audibly as you withdrew the razor from your right arm, before it slipped out of your fingers, and fell onto the tiles beneath you again.

You only hoped that maybe - if you’d actually done something right for once - you wouldn’t wake up the next morning.

You guessed you just thought it would be better this way.

That - well, they’d all be happier if you-..

You didn’t need the bad men to tell you that you were worthless, to know it was true.

That had counted still for a little while, now.

Eventually, you’d started to get frustrated.

Sure, you felt heavier than you did before; more numb, but you wanted your consciousness to fade quicker somehow; you wanted all signs of life just gone.

You’d awkwardly picked up the razor again, almost cutting the fingertips of your left hand in the process of doing so.

You couldn’t bring yourself to care, though, especially now that you were more desperate to fade away as you drew your light brown jeans down your legs, allowing you to leave less precise marks than you had done on your arms before.

You gritted your teeth at the last one, another stray tear running down your left cheek as you cried for her; for Cal; for your mum again, though you didn’t know why, silently or not so silently.

It was shortly after that cut that you’d heard a car pulling up outside the centre.

You winced, blood pulsing in your ears as you wondered why everything sounded so distant again.

You didn’t think much of it, when you heard the buzzer outside - Cal had had it installed on the gate to make it easier to know when someone was waiting behind it to be let onto the property.

You bit down on your tongue again, wincing as you wondered if you should try and get up again.

Instead, it seemed Cal must have still been awake, or recently awoken, as you heard his footfalls passing the bathroom, before he walked down the stairs, and you began to feel sleepy again.

You allowed your eyelids to flutter shut a little further, your eyes half-lidded, by now.

It was only when you heard the gate opening, when you lifted your head a little, surprised Cal hadn’t turned whoever it was away, at this time of night, now.

After Regina had left, she’d had time to think about things again.

She couldn’t deny that she spent a lot of that time hating you for what you’d said, but-.. she could only hate you for so long.

After that, she’d just - she’d felt empty.

She even wondered what she’d done wrong; if she’d failed you, and how, and what she could do to make things right, somehow.

By the time she’d thought about going back, silently praying that either you or Cal would let her back onto the grounds, she’d bought you a bouquet of purple chrysanthemums.

She didn’t know why, but she’d remembered one time on one of your and her short trail rides that you’d both gone past a few, and you said they were your favourite.

She smiled softly at the memory again, when she was perched before the gate in her car again.

It took Cal hardly any time to show up on the porch, before he was standing before the gate, not looking surprised at all to see Regina again.

She looked a little uneasy, at first, smiling warily back at him as he approached the barrier.

“Miss George - well, isn’t this is a pleasant surprise? I didn’t realise you’d gone.”

Regina nodded gravely, not sure whether she should be honest with him, for fear of what he’d say again.

“Y-Yeah, erm - sorry about that; Y/n let me out, earlier. I just wanted to-”

“Well, whatever it was for - welcome back,” he offered, and she couldn’t explain the relief that flooded over her, the way it did, then. “I take it Mrs. George knows you’re here, too?”

He guessed, as he pressed down on the button that allowed the gate to re-open for her again.

Regina awkwardly cleared her throat again.

The truth was, she forgot.

But - she had told her that she’d be here with you, and her mom - in response to that - had messaged her back saying that she wouldn’t wait up, a few words that made her cringe in an instant, only to be made worse when they were paired with a couple of winky faces.

This was her mom.

Sending her winky emojis.

She didn’t know how to feel about that, so she’d typed back ‘gross’, before switching her phone off again.

She knew her mom would probably be laughing, regardless, especially when her daughter had responded the way she had, earlier.

“Yeah, she - erm - she knows. I told her earlier that I’d be staying with Y/n today, so.. it - it should be okay.”

Cal hummed absentmindedly, before he stepped aside further, and Regina parked her car exactly where she had, earlier.

“Is - Is Y/n still awake, or-?”

Cal appeared a little puzzled by the question, his eyebrows furrowing a little; he just hadn’t been expecting it, given that Regina had made it seem like she’d been out getting something, or whatever, in which case he thought the girl would expect you to still be awake, possibly.

He decided not to question it, in the end; it had been a long day, and he just wanted to do the best he could for the both of you.

“Yes, in fact - I believe she is; she’s.. she was in the bathroom as I was coming to let you through, I believe.”

She didn’t know why that scared her, the way it did.

After all, it was just a bathroom.

She smiled her thanks back at him, and he smiled reassuringly back at the girl, before he unlocked the front door again, and let her back into the property.

You didn’t know what would have happened, if Cal hadn’t called up the stairs for you.

You faltered, when you heard his voice, before you cursed barely audibly, beginning to panic a little more.

It was hard to stay calm, as you pushed yourself to sit up, but in the end you found you couldn’t do it as you cried barely audibly, the pain excruciating.

When you next woke up after everything had gone black around you, you were surrounded by a too-bright scenery.

Your eyelids struggled to stay open as you looked around, whimpering softly.

It was only then that you realised you were moving, or were upon a moving surface as the walls blurred around you; faces blurred, and there was an occasional shouting growing ever distant from where you were, and where it was coming from.

You wondered if you were dreaming again; if maybe you were even dead.

Maybe your cuts had worked; maybe you’d finally-

Your heart stuttered, when you heard a soft voice breathlessly sounding out your name all over again.

“Y/n-?”

You allowed your head to turn toward the sound, and your lungs failed you again when your gaze met a familiar pairing of soft blue orbs.

Your throat felt rough; much too raw, when you tried to sound out her name, only to end up mouthing it up at her.

There was no doubting, now; you were either miserably still alive, or this was some form of heaven.

“Hey, baby,” she cooed gently, her voice trembling a little again.

You wished you could get your voice to work again as your eyebrows furrowed a little frustratedly.

“It’s okay,” she reassured you ever softer as if she knew what you were thinking, the tears in her eyes making your chest throb a little. “Everything’s okay, baby, I-.. I promise, okay?”

You tried to believe her again, nodding timidly as your heart skipped a beat as soon as you felt the fingers of her right hand intermingling with the fingers of your left one.

“Good,” she continued, a barely audible but still shaky exhalation escaping her as she begrudgingly allowed her gaze to leave your own for a moment, and you thought you heard another voice sounding out, this one less familiar than her’s was.

Your heart dropped, when you noticed the pained expression on her face again.

You couldn’t stop the fear that rolled in the depths of your stomachs, as soon as her gaze fell back upon your own.

“Baby, I’m sorry - I’m so sorry, but - they - they need to take you in for stitches, okay?”

You’d never felt so cold, when you registered her words again.

“But-”

You’d managed, eventually, your voice a little raspier than before.

“It’s okay,” she cooed gently, and you almost believed her again, “t-they’re going to take care of you, okay? They - They’re good people. I promise you they are, they - they’d never-”

“Stay,” you continued faintly, your eyes widening a little more as another tear managed to roll down her right cheek all over again. “Please, Reg, I - I can’t - I don’t know if I can-”

She was hesitant, glancing up at another figure again that you couldn’t bring yourself to acknowledge right now, but they must have dejected her again as her eyes darkened, before she shook her head down at you.

“I - I can’t, baby, I - I’m so-..”

You shook your head faintly, and she didn’t think she’d ever seen you so scared as she did, then.

“Y/n-”

You couldn’t breathe, and for a moment you felt like you were being taken into a tundra as you shook your head again, your vision blurring a little due to the tears that invaded it again.

She couldn’t take it - she just couldn’t as she cried quietly, wishing she’d stayed with you earlier.

Maybe if she had, things would have been-

“No,” you whined, seeing a pair of double doors ahead of you as Regina tensed up a little more, a pained expression on her face again.

It told you everything you needed to know, right now.

“No-!”

You cried, as you struggled against the stretcher, and she didn’t know what to do - she just didn’t know what to do, or how to calm you down, and her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

At this rate, she was sure she would have forced her way through the double doors, if Cal hadn’t caught her, his arms around her waist as he carefully eased her back, and you disappeared into the next section again.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you’re enjoying it, so far!

We unfortunately may already be nearing the end of it, as this was a shorter one than the last was!

I look forward, however, to sharing with you the next steps of their journey!

I will ensure - as usual - to get this posted onto the Regina George Masterlist, as well as onto ao3, as soon as I can, shortly!

Until the next one, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, though, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

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A Leighton Murray X Fem!Reader Angsty, Cute, and Fluffy Prompt

[Just a Short Prompt For Today]

Minors DNI!!!

* Handles some hefty topics which might be disturbing, as well as some quite graphic smut features!

I will always try and make links between prompts + main instalments whenever I am writing for a consistent few characters!

* Feel free to refer to earlier instalments for this character + her Reader here!

The Word Count [Exclusive to this Prompt]: standing around 5.6k!

Takes place after the events of the third season!

I hope you enjoy it!

There will be more!

!TW(s) [The Specifics]: Emotional Distress/Anxiety/Panic, Mental Health Themes, Past Parental Trauma/Implied Emotional Abuse, Relationship Tension/Miscommunication, Fear of Being a Burden/Rejection Sensitivity, Sexual Content/Intimacy, Fear of Being Hurt Again, Self-Doubt/Internalised Guilt - if I’ve missed any here, please feel free to let me know; thank you, and I hope you enjoy it!

The Hill/Eternally Warm Inside

After what happened between you and Leighton, you’d been a little more quiet than you usually were.

You kept your head low, most of the time, smiling at her whenever she passed by you, as she smiled back, making your heart stutter.

She was the best thing you’d ever-..

Your smile soon faltered as you averted your gaze once she was out of sight, the fresh pain taking over again.

You tried not to cry.

Just cry.

It wasn’t that you both had recently fought, or anything, you just-..

You wanted to be more for her.

You couldn’t take just being-..

The way you were.

The way your father made you.

You still believed it was your fault, sometimes, especially when you thought back to the night you and Leighton had spent together just-..

It didn’t matter.

You tried to tell yourself it didn’t matter, but it was easier to say things than it was to do things, most of time.

It was still relatively quiet in Eva’s restaurant’s kitchens, apart from the occasional shout of an order here and there.

Sometimes you wondered why Eva herself had ever bothered to take you on, too.

Speak of the devil - Eva was walking up to you, and you could tell she was about to try and suggest you take a break again.

You didn’t need breaks, you - you just needed a way out of the hell-scape in your head.

You didn’t blame her for asking, though, you guessed, as even you feel the tension that came with your silence again.

“Everything okay?”

Eva asked, just like you thought she would.

You tensed up a little, warily looking back at the figure as you feigned reassurance, smiling faintly back at her.

It wasn’t enough for Eva, though, clearly - maybe it wasn’t enough for you, too.

“Still going with - er, that girl - god, what was her name-”

“Leighton, and - and yeah, we - we’re still-.. things are good, but - but are we really doing this right now? I am trying to focus on the pesto, here, remember?”

Eva winced, but the look didn’t linger for too long.

“Fair enough - just wanted to check in on you,” she reassured softly, before smiling warmly back at you again, and dragging herself off to to have a go at Jay for almost tripping up on the kitchen doorstoppers again.

You sighed as you returned your focus onto the boiling pot, knowing that when you were here, nothing else should matter, but again - such a mind-state is easier described than can be had sometimes.

You weren’t expecting Leighton to be waiting at your and Aurora’s apartment when you got back home.

You didn’t know why, you just-..

You didn’t know why.

As soon as the two heard the front door open, they looked toward it, one looking more nervous than the other did.

Aurora smiled first, as Leighton fidgeted with her hands a little.

“Hey, you - was work good today?”

Aurora inquired, much too innocently.

Your eyebrows furrowed a little as you tilted your head partially again.

“Yeah, it - it was, erm-.. it was fine, but - sorry, what’s Leight doing here? I thought she was-”

“Gee, thanks,” Leighton commented, and you tensed up, a pained expression on your face as you looked over at her again; you didn’t mean it like you-

You’d been about to stammer up an apology, when Leighton shook her head reassuringly, a playful grin on her face again.

“Er - no reason, really, she just-.. y’know, wanted to come and see you; that’s what she said, anyway.”

Aurora answered, eventually.

Your expression softened a little as you nodded tightly, before smiling faintly back toward Leighton again.

“Well, I - I’m glad you’re here,” you managed timidly.

Leighton’s heart skipped a beat again as her eyes glinted a little, and Aurora couldn’t help the smile that played on her own lips, seeing the way you both acted around one another.

“I’ll give you both some space, shall I?”

She suggested, and you tensed up a little; you weren’t sure why, you just.

You’d almost flinched with it, even, and your heart sank again.

You didn’t want to be like that around her; like you were scared of being alone with her again after your last scare.

You were hoping Leighton hadn’t noticed, but-..

The glint in her eyes had gone as she tried to force another smile back up at Aurora, not wanting to worry her.

She tried not to think much about the new tension in the room as she nodded her head respectfully back at Leighton, saying something about how she’d probably go to bed; it had been chaos down at the new bar she was working at.

Once she was gone, you thought about glancing back at Leighton, but the fear wouldn’t go away, and she didn’t know how long she could take the silence, the way it was, now.

“So, were there many assholes down at the restaurant today? I could probably pay them a little visit if you-”

“Leight,” you stammered out a little exasperatedly again.

She fell quiet in an instant, her heart pounding too fast against her ribcage as she watched you, her eyes darkening like they never had before.

“Leight, I - I don’t know if I can-”

“Wait,” she strained out as she shook her head subconsciously, pushing herself up off of the sofa again.

You faltered a little, taking one minor step back that made her heart want to shatter and collapse in on itself.

“Y/n-.. please, don’t-”

“I can’t do it, Leight, okay? I - I’m not-”

You interjected a little firmer, despite your voice cracking again.

“You can do it, Y/n; I know you can, you just-”

“I don’t want to fight with you about this,” you murmured, your voice barely audible as you kept your gaze low, hands shaking. “I’m not good for you,” you continued even fainter, almost to yourself as you shook your head gravely, trying not to cry. “Leight, I - I could never be-”

“Stop,” she began a little shakier, her voice sounding more breathless than it did before, “please, stop - Y/n, I-.. that’s not-.. I love you, okay? I’ve always-.. you can’t do this. You can’t just throw everything away like-”

She hadn’t intended her voice to rise the way it did.

You tensed a little again, trying your best not to flinch as you scowled down at the ground, not wanting to be told what to do anymore.

But that wasn’t what she wanted you to feel, right now, even if it hurt her to think she could be losing you, all over again.

“Y/n-”

“So, you - you want to force me, too?”

You breathed too shallowly.

But you still felt like you were sinking somehow.

Leighton didn’t know what to do, after such an assumption had escaped you, the way it did.

“W-Why the fuck would you even say something like that to me?”

She uttered a little more firmly, but still dejectedly as you tensed up even more somehow, your eyes widening a little as you bowed your head once more, before stammering out a little fainter that you needed to go out again.

By the time you’d got back, Leighton was crying quietly again.

You could hardly breathe, when you-..

“Leight-..”

Your voice was hardly there, when her name escaped you, the way it had.

Her heart stuttered, as she glanced up at you, lips moving soundlessly for a moment again.

You’d never seen her so scared before, and that just - it broke you more than you could say.

“Leight, I - I’m so-.. I never wanted to-..”

She shook her head reassuringly as she timidly got up again, gesticulating toward you tightly as if she were asking if she could hold you again.

You couldn’t take the way a strained sob escaped you, before you nodded hastily, and she didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around you.

You stayed like that for a little while, together.

No words passed between you for a few moments; they weren’t required, right now.

She just-.. she’d missed holding you in her arms again, and you couldn’t deny that you, too, had missed holding her.

She sniffled softly against the soft skin of your neck as she slowly began to calm down, you drawing soft circles on her back with your right hand as you bathed in her presence, still wondering what you’d done to deserve it, somehow.

You subconsciously traced the thumb of your left hand over the under of the ring she’d bought for you, and your heart ached again.

“I love you,” you whispered, and she shuddered a little in your arms, as if she’d not been expecting to hear you say it, the way you did, then. “Leight, I - I’ve always-..”

She warily held you at arms’ length, as soon as she felt able, and your eyes darkened when you noticed the pained expression residing on her face again.

“Where - Where did you even go?”

She questioned, and you tensed up like you never had before.

“Leight-”

“You did it again, didn’t you?”

She murmured, her voice threatening to crack as she shook her head gravely, but your eyebrows furrowed like you weren’t sure what she meant by that.

“Leight, n-no, what are you-”

Your voice was weak again, as she let you go, making to grab her jacket and her bag again.

“Leight, stop - I didn’t - what did you even-”

“You cheated again, right? T-That’s why you left, isn’t it? You just-..”

She faltered again as you shook your head dejectedly; half-heartedly as if you were barely present in the room anymore as you tried not to cry; as you tried to stay strong for her, but you didn’t know if you could even do that, now.

“You-.. You seriously think that-.. that I would-? I didn’t even know before if we were, n-not then, I-”

She averted her gaze again, trying to ignore the ache spreading throughout her body as she shook her head faintly alongside you.

She continued for the door, no matter how wrong it felt.

You began to panic again as you caught her left arm gently within your right hand.

“Leight-”

“Let go,” she interjected, her voice trembling again.

You didn’t hesitate as your grip loosened, before you timidly withdrew your hand again.

She lingered there, for a moment, trying to catch her breath again as she waited for something she wasn’t sure of yet.

“I’m sorry,” you managed, eventually, your voice tight and heavy in the space between the both of you, and Leighton’s demeanour sank a little as she tilted her head partially toward her left shoulder, as if to show she was listening to you again. “I-.. I didn’t want-.. I’ve only ever wanted you to be-.. I’m so-”

A strained and breathy sob escaped your lips again as you bowed your head, your expression crumpling.

She was quiet for a brief moment longer, trying to find the right words to say as she turned to face you slowly, you not sure if you even deserved to look up at her anymore.

“I love you, Leight.”

Her lungs stuttered at the phrase again, and not just because of how faint it had been.

Even through the pain, you were still trying to-..

“I’ve always-.. and I’ll never stop, I-.. I can’t-.. I don’t know if I can even-.. I - I just wanted-..”

She raised her eyebrows a little, her expression softening just a little as she sighed heavily, before nodding tightly again.

“If you didn’t cheat on me,” she began again carefully, not wanting to let her voice betray her so easily this time, “then where did you go?”

“I - I didn’t know what else to do,” you murmured, the both of you now sat on the sofa as Leighton kept her gaze low, listening to you patiently, “s-so-.. I wanted to see my aunt again, because-.. because she always - she always knew what to say. My dad didn’t like me visiting her when I did, but - but I-.. I just-.. he’s not here, so-.. so I thought I should-.. it was cold at the churchyard, but-.. it - it-.. it was okay, so-.. I’m sorry, Leight. I - I didn’t want-.. I just wanted her to tell me how I can be strong again.”

You tensed up, after that, keeping your gaze firmly locked upon your hands, neatly placed over your knees, and you tried not to jolt a little when she shifted her own left one to rest upon your right, now.

“You’re stronger than you think you are,” she began gently, and you could feel her gaze burning through you, “you don’t need anyone telling you how to-.. you know that, right?”

You tried not to hesitate, but-..

You couldn’t voice the words, anyway.

Her heart sank as you swallowed tightly, as if you were trying not to cry again.

“Hey,” she cooed ever softer, “you wanna go someplace?”

The streets were quiet as you both walked side-by-side to nowhere in particular.

Her right hand was intertwined within your left, and you couldn’t stop how your lips curled upward a little at the feeling; her palm against your own.

You didn’t know how to describe it - it was just-..

Like everything you’d ever dreamt about, whenever you didn’t get plunged into some nightmare again.

Leighton occasionally glanced over at you, her heart stuttering when she found your eyes glinting beneath the moonlight again.

At one point, you’d almost caught her gaze, as she hastily looked away, her face feeling too warm.

“Hey, erm - you wanna go on the hill, maybe? It’s usually quite quiet, when it’s late like this.”

She suggested, eventually, when she felt like she could breathe - albeit faintly - again.

You raised your eyebrows over at her, though you didn’t know why, you just-..

You winced again, trying to recompose yourself as you focused on her hand in your’s; the quiet atmosphere around the two of you.

“Sure, but - why?”

You asked, and she tried not to tense up at the question, her lips a little thinner than before as she kept her gaze down again.

“Does there have to be a why?”

She replied, and you winced, evidently a little flustered as you shook your head too hastily, before delicately squeezing her hand as if to try and comfort her.

“N-No, sorry, I - I don’t know why I-.. I just-.. I’m sorry.”

She shook her head softly as she smiled warmly back at you, not wanting you to feel like you had to apologise to her over something like that.

“Hey, it - it’s okay - you don’t have to be sorry,” she responded gently.

You relaxed a little, your strides a little smoother alongside her own again.

“The only reason I can think of is it’s a nice night, and - and I’d rather spend it with you somewhere where we can just sit, a-and - just - just be, I guess. God, that - that sounds - I never thought I’d ever say that to someone before, but here we are, I guess.”

The smile returned as easily as it had come, earlier, and it soothed Leighton even more to see your cheeks lifting the way they did.

“Is - Is that - o-okay? I mean, we don’t have to, we could just-.. I just thought - you know what I thought. Great, now you’re laughing at me, I mean - seriously, Y/n? I’m trying to be romantic, okay, not - not - y’know.”

“It - It’s not like that, I just-.. I think you’re - I think it’s sweet, or - or cute, that - that you’re-..”

You mused, and her heart stuttered all over again.

“You’re perfect, Leight,” you almost whispered, your voice barely audible.

Her hand tensed in your’s as she glanced softly over at you, her gaze drifting down to your lips all over again.

“You’re nothing short of perfect yourself, baby,” she returned gently.

You almost faltered in step, and she subconsciously allowed her hand to leave your’s so she could hook her right arm around your waist to try and stabilise you again.

You winced, your eyebrows furrowing a little as you tried to recompose yourself, a faint hint of embarrassment hidden behind your eyes, by now.

You almost wanted to ask ‘really’, or ‘why’, but you bit the options back again.

You couldn’t hurt her like that, no matter how much you truly believed that you could never be-

“Hey, c’mon - we’re almost there,” she encourages, looking toward the hill just on the outskirts of the park.

You didn’t hesitate to follow her move, speeding up a little, and you didn’t know why, but you panicked a little when her arm wasn’t around you anymore.

“Leight-”

“Race me?”

She suggested, and your heart jolted a little.

You appeared a little timid again.

“But - the road-”

“I’m not gonna let us get hit by anything, if that’s what you’re worried about,” she tried to reassure, “c’mon, baby - it’ll be fun-?”

You awkwardly shuffled in place, before you nodded tightly again, not wanting to spoil the moment for her.

She grinned brightly back at you, evidently relieved as she gesticulated toward the hill a few paces away again.

“You ready?”

She asked, and the fear sparked in the depths of your stomach.

“I’m ready.”

Sometimes, you still couldn’t believe how fast she was.

You tried to keep up as much as you could as you raced after her, hardly able to breathe properly.

She giggled ahead of you, evidently loving the moment at lot more than you were, right now, though the adrenaline was there.

Until you reached the road, the fear coming back again.

You looked left and right as best you could and the only headlights were the most distant you’d ever seen them.

You grunted, before you rushed across, Leighton already way ahead again.

She was watching, though, no matter how much she tried to hide her own worry.

You felt a lot more relaxed, once you’d got across, but you couldn’t believe that Leighton had gone across without looking the way she did.

If anything ever happened to her, you - you just didn’t know if you’d-..

Your heart stuttered in your chest a lot more overwhelmingly, and not just because of how much you’d been running.

“Leight,” you strained out, and she didn’t hesitate to stop at the bottom of the hill, looking back at you again. “What the fuck? You can’t just go across the road like that - you could have been-”

She raised her eyebrows back at you, and your heart was thumping too wildly at the look in her eyes, only to be intensified further as she walked back toward the road, and you tried not to panic again.

“Baby-”

You began again.

She smirked back at you, challenging you again as she made a point of not looking back at the road, stepping ever closer to the edge of it.

You tensed when you heard the tell-tale sound of tires approaching again.

You knew she probably wouldn’t do it; she’d know better than to - but she kept inching closer.

You hastily shook your head as you mouthed for her to stop; to just go up the hill with you.

“If you want me to stop, come over here and make me, baby.”

You didn’t know why a shiver ran up your spine, at that.

You tried not to whimper, as you nodded without thinking, and rushed up to her again.

She didn’t hesitate to catch you in her arms, but she wasn’t expecting you to timidly connect your lips to her own, the way you did, then.

“Baby,” she whispered breathlessly once the kiss had ended again.

You drew in a barely audible shaky breath as you connected your forehead to her own.

“I’m sorry, Leight, I - I don’t know where that.. I don’t know why I-.. I’m sorry.”

She shuddered again as she shook her head slowly, before smiling lovingly back at you again.

“Hey, it - it’s okay, baby. I - I always love it when you-..”

She awkwardly cleared her throat, before she gesticulated timidly toward the hill, and you winced as you nodded tightly, and allowed her to ease you carefully up the grassy slope.

There was more you wanted to say.

More you wanted to-..

You tried to just breathe, watching her as she sat central upon the platform, you appearing nervous again, before you timidly walked up to her.

She smiled softly when she felt your presence beside her.

“It - It’s pretty, up here,” you managed, your voice faint again.

“It is,” she corroborated, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, “but I can think of something prettier.”

Your heart stuttered so easily.

There was a brief, almost too close silence, after that, as you glanced toward her again.

“L-Leight, I-”

“Can - Can I kiss you?”

She asked, and the both of you winced when you realised that you’d spoken over one another.

“Shit, sorry,” she began again as she averted her gaze, and you struggled to breathe again.

“E-Er, I - I’m sorry. Baby, I - I’m so-”

“N-No, it’s okay,” she tried to reassure you, “erm, y-you can - you can go first.”

“I - I think you should; I-.. I prefer what - what it sounded like - like you said, anyway.”

You admitted a little more breathlessly.

She raised her eyebrows back at you.

“You really think so, huh?”

She mused, and your heart was beating too fast like some drum sounding a war beat.

“Y-Yeah, I - of course I do. L-Leight, I-.. when you kiss me, I-.. I always-..”

You fell quiet again, your gaze meeting her own.

“Y-You - You can kiss me,” you reassured her a little clearer than before.

Leighton’s heart stuttered as she nodded a little more timidly, before she leaned a little closer, her heart pounding too quickly; too lightly, it was like the air was growing even hotter, and it was-.. it was terrifying.

But she loved it, all the same.

As soon as she felt able, she leaned forward to delicately press her lips to your own again.

You jolted - just a little - when her lips brushed your’s.

It wasn’t out of fear, though; it was the sudden shiver that shot through you, all over again.

Leighton - as soon as she felt the response - quickly pulled away, her eyes widening a little for fear that she’d hurt you, but you appeared-.. sad, that it was over.

“You - Are you okay?”

You asked a little breathlessly.

Leighton winced, before she nodded hastily, and smiled softly back at you.

“I’m okay,” she managed, and you expressed relief, before you delicately brushed away a strand of stray hair that had managed to fall over her left eye again. “Are - Are you okay? I - I was scared that I-.. I don’t know. Did I hurt you?”

“No, baby - you - you’ve never hurt me.”

Leighton’s demeanour relaxed as a sheepish smile played on her lips again.

“Good, that - that’s good.”

She replied in a voice close to a whisper.

“So, can - can I - y’know?”

She asked again a little quieter, and you raised your eyebrows back at her, before grinning faintly, and leaning forward to initiate the next kiss.

She didn’t hesitate to melt into it, wrapping her arms carefully around your waist as her eyelids fluttered shut again.

You didn’t expect the kiss to deepen, the way it did.

Neither did you expect it to be you who had initiated such a change.

It was like that, for a little while; she was holding your body close to her own as you held her even closer, you leaning back a little as she eased you a little further backward, as if deciding whether she wanted to straddle you, when you both were outside; still on the hill, the possibility still that people might walk by.

You could tell she was holding back, and you knew for a fact that you were, too, afraid of what might happen if-..

You were terrified you couldn’t ever be-..

Shortly after such thoughts had invaded your mind, Leighton had pulled out of the kiss, instead moving onto your neck as you shuddered a little in response to the action, trying to stay calm though you tensed in her arms again.

“B-Baby,” you strained out, your voice hardly there as she pressed light kisses down the skin of your neck, before trailing them across your right shoulder.

“I love you,” she whispered against your skin.

You could hardly breathe as you nodded timidly, before turning your head a little so you could press a kiss to the right side of her head.

She only stopped to glance up at you again, her gaze locking with your own as you tried to breathe; just breathe, for her, as you affectionately connected your forehead to her own again.

“I know what you’re thinking,” you manage, eventually.

Leighton raised her eyebrows.

“We can’t, Leight - not here,” you reiterate, and she appears a little disappointed, at that, her eyes darkening as she pouts back at you.

“It is really quiet, though,” she protests.

“Exactly. It’s quiet, so we’ll be heard.”

You pondered, and Leighton groaned.

“We should probably just-”

“But-.. if - if we went home, would-..”

She winced, trying to find the right words again.

“Would you - maybe - want to-.. y’know - do that, with - with me? Or less? Or - n-not - not even at all? We don’t have to - I don’t want you to think that I-”

You didn’t know what made you feel confident to do it as you delicately kissed her to try and reassure her.

Once the kiss had sadly passed, you raised your right hand up to her left cheek again.

She didn’t hesitate to melt into your touch, her heart stuttering every time her gaze flicked back to your’s.

“I want to. Leight, I-.. I want to.”

She expresses relief again as the smile comes back, and you smile softly back at her.

You never expected it, when you felt her left hand resting on your right leg.

You shuddered again, and at so small a touch.

“Leight-!”

You strain, sounding slightly more alarmed and exasperated than you had before.

“Hey, it’s okay - just - just don’t think about anything else, just - focus on me, okay?”

“And if someone sees-?”

You questioned, and Leighton shrugged nonchalantly.

“They either won’t care, or they’ll call the police, in which case we’ll just run, ‘kay?”

She muses easily.

You hesitated, before you nodded tightly, wanting her to know that you trusted her, with more than your life.

She smiled softly again, before she leaned forward to press an even softer kiss to your lips.

It doesn’t take things long to progress, though, as she gently runs her left hand even further up your leg again.

The touch sends shivers through you, just like almost every touch does where Leighton Murray is concerned.

You tried to do as your mind kept telling you to do, trying not to allow a whimper to escape you as her fingertips brush over the upper level of your central point - clothed, of course.

You were grateful to her for now slowly and carefully she was carrying out her execution, as she delicately begins to run her palm further down, you shuddering again at the touch as your breathing pattern begins to go awry.

Her own pattern seemed to be failing, alongside your’s, as she continued to rub, just a little harder, your lips growing slightly agape as you pressed your face into the right side of her neck again.

You tried not to move against her touch, afraid of what would happen if-..

You didn’t want to think about the fear anymore; just her.

She could never hurt you like he did.

You knew that; you hoped you knew that, by now.

She waited until she could feel you growing damper, and at this point you struggle not to move as whimper barely audibly, breaths shaky and hot against her skin.

She tries not to lose focus.

When she thinks you’re ready, switches her hand, relocating her left to the small lower of your back as her right hand comes into play.

Before you could even acknowledge it, her hand was slipping into your dark leopard jeans, you tilting your head back a little as you cursed barely audibly, and she shuddered at the sound; of your warmth against her palm; her fingertips again.

Her heart stutters as she leans forward to kiss your agape lips again, you passionately kissing her back as your tongue delicately meets her’s.

She can’t bring herself to care about breathing anymore, as she focuses on you; the way you taste; the way the fingers of your right hand dig into her hair, fingernails lightly brushing against the back of her head.

She exhales softly at the sensation, before she cups your central point, smiling against your lips again; it’s so warm in her hand.

She begins slowly, using the middle finger of her right hand to push passed your folds again.

You holt at the touch, a shaky hum escaping you as she affectionately connects her forehead to your own, trying to comfort you with coos of encouragement; sweet nothings.

You soon relax, burying your face back into the crook of her neck as she curls her finger a little, her fingertip running along the surface of your bud again.

You shake a little at the throbbing, trying to distract yourself as you scrape your teeth lightly against her skin.

She shudders, whimpering softly as she eases another finger - her non-wedding finger; the index she was saving for last, still - alongside her middle, your bud already easily overwhelmed as your face crumples a little again.

She proceeds to move carefully, curling the new finger alongside her middle, before she runs her index finger a little more easily passed the folds, and along the bud pulsing beneath her fingers.

She breathes a little heavier as she rubs a little faster, you unable to even think anymore as you subconsciously gyrated against her touch, eyelids fully closed as you did.

It only got more overwhelming from there.

Eventually, she moved her fingers further down, before curling them again as she delicately kissed at your neck again.

You whimpered again softly as she pressed her fingers in, and your walls were around them.

You were scared of shaking even more as you clung to her even tighter, not sure how long you could last, now.

She remained to be careful with you, though, as she moved her fingers slowly, at first, brushing the surface of her thumb over your bud all over again.

You shuddered as you slowly thrusted against her movements, sweat faintly lining your forehead so easily as your chest brushed her’s in the best way possible.

You wanted her to feel the sensation, too, not just to-

The air felt too warm as you felt a tightness fast growing, especially as the movements grew quicker, her feeling the ache between her own legs more prominently now as you moaned barely audibly; breath shaky again against her neck as you tried to keep yourself composed, nipping a little at her neck even more as you brought yourself to relocate your right hand between you both, her jolting when she felt your touch slipping into her own tights again.

“Fuck-”

She breathed as you rubbed at her own bud as fast as you could, right now.

She easily cracked underneath your touch as she clung to you tighter with her free hand, moaning faintly against your shoulder as she moved against you, whilst trying still to return the favour for you, all at the same time.

It was harder not to cry, the more your high approached; you whimpered a little more frequently, the alias of her name escaping your lips a couple of times as you tried to stay; tried not to run away, or get scared anymore as you continued to fuck against her touch, unable to keep your eyes fully open, most of the time.

You tried to focus on her breaths, shaky and short, her movements soon growing to be sloppier and slippery again.

“Baby,” she whispered in a strained manner as she delicately kissed you, you melting easily into the warm touch of lips as you deepened the kiss again, shakily leaning against her a little.

When you began to tense up even more, feeling like you couldn’t hold it for much longer, you bit back your trembling bottom lip as you buried your face back into her neck again, waiting for the knot to loosen.

It came shortly after that, and you cried out quietly as the nails of your left hand dig a little more into the material of her jacket, and her’s the softer texture of your jumper again.

She shook against you for a moment, breathing unsteadily as she lifted her free hand up to the back of your neck, only lightly squeezing.

For a moment, you both tried to catch your breaths together, gazes meeting shortly after as Leighton giggled breathlessly, glad she’d not made you cry again.

Your heart stuttered as she lifted her left hand up to your right cheek.

“Was it good, baby?”

You didn’t hesitate, as you nodded your head tiredly, before connecting your forehead to her own again.

“It - It’s - It’s always - I love you, Leighton Murray - I’ve always fucking loved you.”

Your voice trembled lightly again as her expression softened, her eyes glinting, before she brushed her lips a little more lazily against your own.

You’ve never felt so warm before.

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Thank you so much for reading, guys!

I hope you enjoyed it, and are looking forward to the next one!

I will ensure to get this posted onto the Leighton Murray Masterlist, as well as onto ao3, soon!

Until then, I hope you all have a lovely rest of the day/night, and I look forward to seeing you again, soon!

For now, however, I have been - as usual,

And as always,

Your ever faithful, H.H.

Until the next time, guys! 💜

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