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Whumptober 2024 No. 16, No. 19, No. 22

Prompt 16: Swamp

Prompt 19: Abandoned cabin

Prompt 22: Tourniquet

Warnings: Animal death; severe injuries

A/N: Sorry for the abrupt ending. This one has been a work in progress since the beginning of the month and I just can’t get it to go any further. Maybe I’ll continue with a second part later.

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Neither human nor beast had moved since you had spotted the predator—a dragon by its own right. The alligator’s eyes reflected both the water’s surface and a sinister promise. Daryl, the water easily reaching his shoulders with his feet touching the swamp floor, was breathing quickly through his nose but remained otherwise motionless. The only thing you could see in his eyes was naked, implacable fear.

“Daryl.” You whimpered.

“Get outta the water.” You knew better than to argue and moved the slightest inch to turn before he spoke again. “Slow. Don’t splash.” He added.

“Okay.” You tried to keep your movements fluid, deliberate. Each step beneath the murky surface felt heavy and so slow that you thought you would never feel the water receding around your upper body. You momentarily considered shedding your backpack but decided against it. There was a strange noise behind you but you kept your eyes on the overgrown shoreline. “Daryl?”

“Doin’ great. Keep goin’.”

You nodded and maintained your glacial pace, bending at the waist as you began to leave the water in order to minimize the droplets that would unsettle the surface. The foreboding sense of being followed gnarled and twisted in your gut, and you allowed yourself to believe it was Daryl inching along behind you.

“Almost there.” The tremble in his tone was easy to detect. You could also pick up that he was nowhere near behind you.

“Daryl, how will you—” You didn’t see the debris. Of course you couldn’t through the dingy water. You had barely tripped and hit your knees when all hell broke loose around you.

“Run, run, GO!” Came Daryl’s roar, a half a second before you heard and felt the chaos erupting. You were moving within milliseconds of his command, making the mistake of looking over your shoulder.

“Shit!” A second gator had—at some point—surfaced, its tail whipping side-to-side to carry it toward you at a speed you would have never been able to outswim. Clambering onto the shore, the weeds soggy and giving beneath your feet, you ran a few meters ahead, trying hard to ignore the sounds that echoed beyond what could be your approaching death.

The smaller alligator met land with a speed you hadn’t known the creatures capable of outside the water, its four legs carrying that open maw toward you faster than you were prepared to counter. With your only choices being abandon Daryl or fight, you made the only one with which your heart could live.

Waiting until the last second, just as the animal lunged for you, you leapt to the side, twisting your body to throw your hunting knife. Those lessons with Daryl had paid off. The alligator slid forward until the momentum waned before going still, your knife protruding from its left eye.

There was no time to catch your breath. “Daryl!” Between the heavy splashing, you would catch sight of a tail or an arm, the glint of sunlight off a blade. He was fighting for his life and you had no idea how to help him. Did you go back in the water? It’s what you wanted to do. There were likely other gators being attracted by the frenzy. Maybe you could keep them—

“Y’alright?!”

“Oh, Daryl, thank god.” He was already wading toward you, shaking out his left hand while his right still held his knife. There was a decent amount of blood hitting the water with each flick. “Where did—is it dead?”

The archer shrugged a shoulder. “Dunno. Ain’t waitin’ ‘round to find out neither.”

You were already reaching for him before he stepped out onto the mud, your hands latching onto his vest to pull him forward into a kiss that had him gasping against your mouth before just as quickly settling to return the gesture. After a few breathless heartbeats, his forehead rested against yours.

“Fancy knife work there.”

You opened your eyes to find his still closed but you knew what he spoke of without separating from him. “Learned from the best.” You peppered his lips with several more chaste kisses before finally straightening to go retrieve your weapon. “We should probably take a look at—” The words died on your tongue, dissolved by horror and fear.

Why hadn’t you urged him away from the water? Why hadn’t he moved further on his own? As the strong jaws clamped down around Daryl’s lower leg, the answers you sought no longer mattered. The archer smacked the ground with a shout, attempting to roll over while reaching for his knife. A sharp pull on his leg foiled his attempt.

“Daryl!” You leapt forward, grabbing for his hand. Your fingers brushed his just as he was yanked into the water, the gator letting go just long enough to seek a better hold, teeth sinking into the flesh of Daryl’s right thigh. He let out a pained yell that followed him beneath the tenebrous marsh. “Daryl, no!”

The surface bubbled and rippled before going still, your heart twisting before it sank. The swamps were silent as you stepped into the shallows, scanning, watching, praying.

“Daryl.” You whispered frantically, taking another step into the water. If you could do something for Daryl then you’d gladly let death come for you. If you could do nothing, then it could come all the same. Your feet slid forward again, your eyes darting, desperate for just a glimpse of your archer.

When the surface broke, it was a tail first, then the gator’s belly. Its jaws still held Daryl’s leg as it rolled, his body twisting to turn with the beast. He was alive, and he was trying to remain that way while keeping his limb intact. The gator rolled a second time with Daryl gasping in a frenzied breath before he was plunged once again.

Gripping the hilt of your knife, you dove under, throwing any consideration of your own safety to the wayside. It was impossible to see below resulting in you reaching for either Daryl or the gator. When you felt something crash into your hand, you made a grab for it and rolled to the surface, quickly opening your eyes to find yourself holding Daryl’s belt. Bending at the waist, you wrapped your legs around him as the movement continued, the gator relentlessly seeking to tear the archer’s leg from his body.

Above water again, you sucked in a breath and found your target, stabbing at the animal’s head with your knife. You felt it drive home and pulled it free as the rolls continued, repeating the action over and over with nothing but a prayer that you managed the kill and doing so without hitting Daryl.

The momentum slowed before stopping completely, the water tinted red as you clawed your way to the surface, reaching down to grab Daryl before releasing the hold you had maintained with your legs.

“Daryl.”

He broke the surface with an agonized groan, groping for you while you held on urgently.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Backstroking while pulling him along, you managed to get him to the shoreline and struggled to your feet with your hands beneath his arms. You pulled and pulled, dragging him as far from the water as you could manage. He helped as much as he could with his uninjured leg, digging the heel of his boot into the ground and kicking back. “Let me see.”

The flesh of his thigh was torn, flayed at the edges of two wounds that were at least six inches long. They were deep but showed no bone. His lower leg was not unaffected but lacked the severity of the other injury.

“Fuck.” You covered your mouth for a moment, watching him collapse onto his back, chest heaving as he fought to catch his breath. Shedding your bag, you first grabbed a bottle of water, setting to work at cleaning the wound. When he shot upward with a shout, you began to mutter a mantra of I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry.

“Goddamnit!” Daryl exclaimed and fell back again, pressing the heels of his hands into his eyes. The wound continued to bleed heavily, gaping open in such a way that seized you with panic, grasping for any remembrance of your medical training.

“Stop the bleeding. Clean the wound.” You could attempt to stitch it later, once the blood clotted—if you could even manage to pull the skin together. Gauze would never cover it but you had little choice but to try, your clothing too wet with the filthy water to aid in staunching the flow. You prayed as you dug through your bag that the harder exterior of the medical kit had protected the contents.

Your prayers were answered, the supplies were dry. With quick movements, you unbuckled your belt and pulled it free of the loops. Sliding it beneath his leg resulted in a groan and grimace of pain but you couldn’t stop, not until it was pulled tight and fastened above the wound.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You repeated as you released your makeshift tourniquet, satisfied with the visible decrease of blood flow. “You’ll bleed out if I don’t.” Grabbing another bottle of water, you removed the cap and quickly emptied it over the torn flesh, wincing in sympathy. Alcohol would have been preferred but much more painful. Still, you worked with what was available.

“Do—do whatcha gotta do.” Daryl panted. He pressed his palms into the soggy ground and tried to push himself up, making it only to his elbows before he was out of breath. His left hand was still steadily weeping but at least he had managed to keep all of his fingers. “Christ.” He whispered, his wide eyes obtaining their first look at the wound.

“I know.” You felt sick. What could you do beyond what had been done already? “We have to get out of here. Find the others and get back to Alexandria.” Square after square of gauze was applied before you wrapped the grizzly wound with the only roll you had to secure and press things into place.

“S’gettin’ dark.” He commented, head tipped back. He was staring upward toward the canopy as his breathing slowed but failed to return to normal. “Can’t be walkin’ through this shit at night.”

“We can’t stay here, Daryl.” You argued. “There’s more, you know there are.” The swamps of Macon, Georgia were abundant with wildlife, including a healthy affluence of alligators. You were going to absolutely murder Rick for this mission when you and Daryl made it back.

When. Not if.

“S’try an’ find a place ain’t around the water.” He was still staring upward, dazed. “Ain’t got long to search ‘fore it gets dark.” When he didn’t make an attempt to move, you gathered all you could into your backpack, save for the knife you secured in the holster on your thigh. You even managed to put Daryl’s knife in its place on this good leg without any acknowledgment from the hunter.

“Daryl.” You tried, watching the quick but shallow pants of his breath. His skin was still wet with swamp water, but was looking pale. “Daryl.” You attempted more forcefully.

“Hmm?” He finally rolled his head toward you, the personification of calm. “Oh.” He seemed to finally catch on and started pushing himself upward, making it to a seated position only after you had grabbed beneath his arms and helped. Once it was clear he would not fold over onto his lap, you let go.

“Gotta get you on your feet.”

“Ain’t gonna get far.” The way he was behaving was beginning to worry you, his lack of panic—even pain.

“Daryl.” You crouched in front of him, taking another look at his leg. Red was already seeping through the bandage, a dark circle soaked into the soil below his thigh. “I need you with me.” You said sternly, cupping his face with both hands. His gaze was cloudy, unfocused, and only seemed to clear the slightest fraction when you gave him a gentle shake. “Are you with me?”

He blinked, his brow furrowing. “Yeah.” He rasped. “Yeah, m’with ya.” Then he was actually trying to lever to his feet without your help, your hands frantically scrambling for purchase anywhere they could to provide support. To his credit, he made little noise beyond grunts and one sobbing rush of air once he was upright.

“Okay, okay. Here we go.” He staggered into you while you assisted in draping his arm across your shoulders. “That wasn’t so hard.” You quipped, grinning up at him when those pretty blues glared at you. You had to keep things light.

“Think—think you’re funny?” He grunted with the first supported step, his hand grasping for a firm grip on your shoulder.

“I know I am.”

“Gonna hafta—file a—a complaint.”

The steps the two of you managed were small and hindered by the struggle of pulling along his right leg. Between blood loss and the tight tourniquet, it was amazing he could feel anything at all. Still, you trucked onward, boots sinking into the mushy ground. There was just too much water all around, too many threats. You kept your eyes peeled for danger, Daryl’s head now resting against the top of your own. He was getting weaker, slowing down, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep him going.

When he began to shiver, it wasn’t a gradual transition. One minute he was simply a weight against your side and the next, he was vibrating and his teeth chattering. It was anything but cold. It could only mean one thing.

“You’re losing too much blood.” You commented, not really with the intent of him hearing. If he did, he didn’t respond.

The pale light that had been guiding your path had since receded before disappearing completely, leaving the two of you shrouded in darkness. Each step had to be calculated, a gentle touch of the toe of your boot to test the integrity of the ground before you would drag him forward. If you fell into the swamp water now, it would be impossible to pull him out.

Glowing eyes surrounded you, the reminder that more of the apex predators awaited a single lapse in judgment, one mistake.

“Talk to me, Daryl.” He was growing heavier and heavier, harder and harder to pull along even if the ground had been sturdy.

“Called a—a death roll.”

“What?” You queried, truly curious about the topic even if you couldn’t pay him your undivided attention. You stepped across a downed limb, your hands never leaving him before you had to nearly drag him across after you.

“What that—gator—what it did. S’a death roll.” He stopped talking for a moment, gaining his balance, or at least enough strength to keep him from toppling over. “S’how they—how they rip off chunks,” he sucked in a shaky breath, “to eat.”

The information sat like a stone in your gut. It really had been trying to sever his leg, less interested in killing him and more concerned with tearing off a hunk of him to swallow down.

“Well.” It was the only thing you could think of to say. The silence ensued and dragged on, your hope being sapped out and left in the trail of disturbed mud his boot was carving with each pull of his useless leg. He was less walking and more limping along beside you in graceless movements that did little more than keep him moving.

By the time the old cabin—more of a shack, really—came into view, you were barely holding Daryl up. Your strength was waning, your body exhausted. You could hear the moans and gnashing teeth of walkers stuck in the marsh, your consciousness just too lagged to give thanks for their inability to reach you and the archer. The very thought of defending the two of you in your current state made your body ache.

“Daryl. Daryl, it’s a cabin.” You jostled him with your shoulder, relief flooding your senses when he raised his head, albeit slowly. His only reply was a drawn out hum. “We can make it. Come on.” Drawing upon your reserves, you pulled him along. “Hello?” You called, maneuvering Daryl up the dilapidated steps to the door. There was no response, no candlelight. Abandoned. Or so you had hoped before you heard a thump against the door that was followed by a snarling growl. “Of course!”

The walker—an old man—had a bullet wound through his cheek and you would have bet the entry wound was below his chin. He had missed. Maybe he had died quickly. You wished that for him. Without dwelling, you lured him out, keeping his focus away from the man you had placed on the floor of the porch, behind an old rocker. Your knife met the dead man’s temple at the top of the steps, the body toppling onto the ground and out of your way.

“Done and done.” You nodded and sheathed your weapon, trudging tiredly toward where Daryl lay prone. “Hey, you still with me?” You patted the side of his boot on his good leg, chuckling when he gave you a weak thumbs up. “Let’s get inside.”

Easier said than done, but once the two of you were safe behind the closed door, you allowed your body the moment of rest it needed, sprawling out next to Daryl on the floor. He was still shivering, breaths shallow, and eyes barely open. Nope, nevermind. You were up immediately, searching for anything you could use.

A dusty blanket, some dried meat, and a useless med kit were all you managed to scavenge but it was enough. At least for the moment. You wrapped Daryl up tightly inside the blanket after beating the dust from it outside. It would be enough to keep him warm. Your bag was situated beneath his feet, keeping the blood flow closer to his heart. And once you had his head on your lap, you set to work trying to get food and water into him.

“You need to drink. You’ve lost a lot of blood.” You argued, brushing the sweaty strands of hair away from his face. “You’re already in shock.”

“M’fine. You have it.”

“If you’re not drinking any, then I’m—”

He groaned. “Fine.” He accepted a few sips before turning away his head. Satisfied, you drank a few of your own and placed the bottle next to your hip. You only had that bottle and one other. That was a worry for another time.

“Do you think you can navigate us outta here when the sun comes up?” You asked. You tore off a small piece of meat and tapped his chin. He didn’t argue and accepted the offering, allowing you to lift his head slightly so he could swallow.

“Damn sure gonna try.” His voice was raspy and tired, his eyes remaining closed. The incident and injury had left him drained. You wouldn’t be sleeping that night, that much was certain.

“Alright. Then you need to rest.” With the meat wrapped and inside your bag, you settled against the wall, humming and running your fingers through his damp hair.

The cabin was small, everything in one room. A stove on one side, a broken bed on the other. You distantly wondered why anyone would want to live such an isolated life with nothing but beavers and gators for company.

Daryl groaned from your lap, your expression falling when you saw the pain etched into his sleeping face. There was no way the man would be fit to lead the two of you anywhere. You’d be lucky if he was even still alive when the sun rose. Your best bet was to stay put, keep him warm and hydrated until the others found you. Maybe you could go out and—no. You couldn’t leave him behind.

How would the two of you get out of this one?

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months ago

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AITA for throwing away a birthday gift my friend got me because of who they are hanging out with?

I (now 19f) had a birthday a few weeks back. My friend Jane (20f) had gotten me a gift but hadn't been able to give it to me yet. Jane posted on her story that she was eating dinner with Alice (I think 25f?).

For this to make sense and so I dont get a ton of INFO comments, let me go into detail about Alice.

Alice used to be someone I went to for advice. She helped me with school, she gave me advice on crushes, was just overall like a big sister to me. When I was 10 I know my mother trusted her enough to have her babysit me (the thing with Alice is she has always been so mature, literally everyone has always thought she was older then she was which is why I dont know for sure if she is 25). I thought she would always be a good sister-like figure in my life.

However, I got in a relationship with Mark and it was like all hell broke loose. Mark says she is jealous because they used to have a thing (everyone thought they were together but they claimed they never were, Mark says she liked him but he turned her down but had fun flirting at the time). Alice told me she was concerned because of the age difference, which made no sense to me because she talked to someone who was 10 years older then her when she was 21/22. Alice also made negative comments about Mark that were extremely rude.

It really felt like Alice was trying to break me and Mark up! Mark is older than Alice and said that she always has done this when he dates anyone and thats why he hasn't dated much (the last girl he dated was Alice's friend and they stopped being friend's after they had broken up, I remember this because Alice was upset her friend made her choose between them or Mark when Alice had been friends with Mark since she was a very young kid).

We didn't invite Alice to the wedding because she didn't like our relationship (why would I want you there to celebrate if you don't even care for us?). We also didn't invite her because Alice and Mark stopped being friends for a year or two before we got together and it would have been awkward for Mark. I told Jane that I didn't want to hang out with Alice and encouraged Jane not to as well.

And I thought Jane hadn't, but now I see she still is. Jane said that Alice isn't a bad person and just because I'm not friends with her doesn't mean she plans on stopping. Jane told me that Alice still cares for me and if I wanted to talk to her I could, but I don't want to. Jane went on and we started arguing, and I dont remember what all was said by us, but then she cursed me out. In response, I threw the still wrapped gift in the trash.

Jane isnt talking to me anymore. Mark says its probably a good thing since she wasn't a good friend. At the time I felt justified but there's a pit in my stomach and I wonder if I went a bit too far? AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole

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astraysimp · 11 months ago

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♡Hi pookies! It’s 9mitm friday and boy have I been waiting for this one!I have been planning this one for soooooooo long….so I am so ready and excited to get this one out!♡ Nessa.exe has malfunctioned♡

Summary: Seungmin has never been into the party scene, but his friends still bug him about going out. But, why would he when he has you and his tiny pochacco at home?

Warnings: college!bf dad Seungmin,Seungmin’s friend are annoying, mad seungmin(not towards you or baby), FLUFF FLUFF MARSHMALLOW FLUFF, soft seungmin, cussing, petnames, fem!reader, lots of pochacco

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12.35pm

Seungmin had just been released from his last lecture. It was Friday, which meant that you didn’t have any classes that day. So, Seungmin knew you would be at your shared apartment with your baby Min Jun. He was looking forward to being able to have his peaceful weekend with you and his baby.However, Seungmin’s friends, Hyunjin and Jisung, had other plans. Seungmin’s plans never included going out and getting drunk. Typically consisting of going back to your apartment, wearing sweats or pajamas and unwinding for the weekend. Oh, and lots of time with the baby.

As he was walking out of his lecture hall and off campus, he felt two hands place themselves on each of his shoulders. “Hey, Seungmin! You down to go to the club tonight?” Hyunjin had asked, smiling at the younger boy. “No, I'm just going to go home to y/n and Minjun.” Whining, Jisung pouted, “But you never go out with us anymore! Come on!” He drawled out, stomping his foot. They always said this, every single time. Hyunjin nodded, “Yeah! Just one night, come on man! It’s been so long since we’ve gone out together!” Hyunjin added.

Seungmin could feel himself getting frustrated. No matter how many times he told them he didn’t like clubbing, he didn’t like parties, he didn’t like drinking…..they never got it. Groaning, Seungmin rebutted, “You guys know I don’t like that type of scene.Why do you keep asking?” He argued, adjusting the straps of his backpack on his shoulder. Quick to butt back in, Jisung replied, “because, you never go out with us, anymore! We’re young and in college, for God’s sake!” “Yeah, we gotta enjoy our youth, bro!” Hyunjin chimed in. Seungmin didn’t care that he was in his 20’s and in college or that he was ‘supposed’ to be out getting drunk at any chance he got. What was in the fun in waking up with a massive hangover, pounding headache and nauseated feeling the next day?

They were soooooo persistent, and Seungmin was growing mad. Usually, he would say no until the two boys gave up and went on their ways. But, for some reason, today they never gave up. Only continuing to badger, pester, poke and prod at their friend until the rubber band of usual his calm collective demeanor broke and all hell broke loose with it. With each playful shove, his anger only built, nearing the end of his rope, before he snapped. Seungmin was practically seeing red. He was livid.

“Maybe, I don’t go out because I DON’T FUCKING LIKE IT. I DON’T LIKE PARTIES AND CROWDS AND GETTING PLASTERED. I LIKE QUIET AND CALM AND DID YOU FORGET I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND AND BABY I GO HOME TO?! I KNOW YOU TWO LONELY FUCKERS DON’T HAVE SIGNIFICANT OTHERS OR BABIES TO LOVE ON, BUT I DO! AND I WANT TO BE HOME WITH THEM SO STOP FUCKING TRYING TO GET ME TO GO OUR AND FUCKING PARTY! IT’S NOT HAPPENING!” He snapped, shoving their hands off of him and storming away from them and towards your apartment building, still cursing under his breath. Hyunjin and Jisung’s jaws dropped, never having seen Seungmin so mad.

But, they were the ones to cause it.

Hopefully, the 10 minute walk to the apartment complex would cool him down. Maybe, feeling the wind blow through his soft brown locks, or the sun on his face or the slightly chilled breeze would help him relax. He didn’t want to return to your apartment, to you and your baby, with a sour attitude. So, picking out his airpods, he pushed them into his ears and hit shuffle on his playlist, already feeling slightly more calm.

When he was about 5 minutes away, he heard a soft ding play through his airpods, causing a brief and momentary pause in his music. It was a text from you, with a picture of your baby asleep on your chest, both of you clad in pochacco pajamas and a pochacco blanket strewn over you.

“Little pochacco is resting before papa gets home <3”

You had sent that text, albeit sleepily. Your fingers tiredly swiping over the keyboard, before you hit send and set your phone down. You, too, fell asleep waiting for Seungmin to come home.

Making his casual 10 minute walk to your apartment complex, he felt himself cooling off. But, he was still mad. He told Hyunjin and Jisung time and time and time again that no, he doesn’t like going out and partying. Why couldn’t they get it through their thick skulls and stop pestering him about it. Seungmin was never the one to go out and party, much preferring his peace and quiet.

Before he met you,while other college kids were partying, he would be in his dorm playing video games, or at quiet cafes with an iced americano or in the library studying. You were the same way, and in fact, that was how you met.

You were freshmen and it was a Friday night, and Seungmin had just entered the cafe he normally went to, and saw you sitting at a corner table, sipping an iced caramel latte with sweet cold foam and caramel drizzle, made with oat milk instead of dairy milk– which he came to know as your favorite drink and one he would order many many times in the future– perched in your hand. You were wearing a cute soft blue hoodie, the words “it’s okay” embroidered on the back, a pair of black leggings on your legs, white converse and baby blue fuzzy socks on your feet. He remembered how you had glasses perched on your nose, slightly falling as you read your book, and how your hair had tied up into a loose bun with a scrunchy.

Mostly, he remembered how nervous he felt when he saw you, the air having been knocked out of him when you caught him staring and gestured for him to come to your table. A soft smile on your face, you pushed your glasses up the bridge of your nose. “Hi there….I’m y/n.” You had introduced yourself, a soft giggle leaving your pink glossed lips. “Hi. I-I’m Seungmin.” He stuttered back. From that day on, 4 years ago, you and Seungmin had become inseparable. So inseparable to the point that everyone on your campus knew you two as “Mr and Mrs.Kim”.

When you were pregnant, you two were always together. Finding out you were expecting was scary and you cried as you told Seungmin.The two of you were still in college, your futures not even started yet. “Minnie, I’m pregnant,” you cried, burying your face in his chest. “I know, baby. It’s going to be okay,” he shushed, rubbing soothing circles onto your back. Peeking up at him you sniffled, “w-what? What do you mean ‘you know?” He only chuckled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bubs, I know you like the back of my hand. We’ve been together for 4 years, I track your periods. I figured it out when your app said you were late.” Oh. You smiled up at him, soft sniffles still escaping your, “Oh, okay.” You, in the end, knew it would be okay. With Seungmin, it would always be okay.

As your pregnancy progressed, he was there through it all. Every craving, every bout of morning sickness, doctors appointment, parenting class, baby shower, gender reveal, every Braxton Hicks contraction. He was there through it all, and the same went for your labor and delivery. It was a long 25 hours, but he was there for it all. Letting you squeeze his hands as contractions ripped through your body. He saw you get the epidural, even though it scared him watching the doctors push the needle into your lower back. He held your leg as you pushed, he cried when the nurses announced your baby’s head was crowning and he sobbed when he heard the shrill cries of your newborn son and saw him be placed on your chest.

Finally approaching your apartment complex, he let himself in with his keycard and walked to the elevator. Going home to you and Min Jun, who was now 8 months old, was his favorite part of the day. Humming, he pressed the button that would carry him to the 3rd floor of the complex, where you and Min Jun would be. He was growing giddy as he stepped into the elevator, hearing soft music play as the electronic doors closed. The short minute and a half ride felt too long for him.

Smiling to himself, he saw the panel show that he reached the 3rd floor, and the doors opened. Almost home, he was almost home. Holding his key in his hand, he speed walked down the hall, his eyes beaming. Ah, his beloved apartment 306.

You and Seungmin had gotten your apartment a year into your relationship having decided that 1. Dorms sucked and 2. It would just be better to live together. You were always together so it just made sense. Plus, you and Seungmin preferred the quietness an apartment offered. Your apartment was the perfect mix of you and Seungmin’s personalities. It was cozy, homely, warm and inviting. The walls painted a creme color, soft creme colored furniture making itself home. The apartment always smelled of a soft vanilla scent, thanks to your candles or wax melts or baking.

Unlocking the door, he toed his outdoor shoes off in exchange for his pochacco slippers. He saw how the kitchen was clean, dishes washed and on the drying rack. Min Jun’s high chair sitting next to your small dining table. Smiling, he softly shut the door and left his backpack on the table. “Baby, pup, I’m home!” He called out, after shrugging his denim jacket off, and walked towards the living room.

He loved the living room, pictures of you, Seungmin and Min Jun adorning the walls. Your soft cream colored couch and recliner facing opposite the tv. On the couch were soft powder blue throw pillows that you picked out, claiming they “added a cozy touch.” There was a powder blue blanket laying over the back of the couch, added for cuddle sessions or just being chilly. Next to the couch was a cream colored round coffee table, with a lamp and framed picture of the three of you seated on it. In the space between was a cream colored coffee table. Littered with pictures, a baby bottle(usually), occasionally a random plate or mug. Then, there was the rug. Which shockingly was hard to find, some being too bad and some too small. You and Seungmin thought it would be easy to find, but it wasn’t. So, you two were elated, when you found that one. It was soft, plush and powder blue in a rounded square shape and the perfect size.

Then, some of his favorite pieces of furniture. Baby Min Jun’s play mat and tummy time area. Baby toys messily scattered around the floor. Both are pochacco themed, obviously. You and Seungmin often laid on the floor, playing with Min Jun, playing blocks with him, showing him baby books or just simply enjoying tummy time with him– you loved tummy time.

It was quiet when he called out, where he’d normally be met with a “Hi baby!” and baby giggles. Seungmin was confused, as he walked into the living room. Then, he saw you and Min Jun. The two of you asleep on your couch, you and your back with Min Jun laying on you. His cheek was pressed to your chest, pochacco pacifier nestled between his lips and a pochacco blanket laying over you two. It melted his heart. Seungmin knew you didn’t have classes that day, you never did on Fridays, and that meant a day of relaxing with your little pochacco.

With soft footsteps, he approached where you lay on the couch, you looked peaceful and content. He knelt down, placing a soft kiss to your forehead and gently swept a few stray hairs from your face. “Hey, lovebug. I’m home.” He whispered, the back of his knuckle grazing your cheek. His heart swelled, overcome with love at the sight of his girlfriend and son.

The sound of his voice woke you , causing you to softly whine, as your eyes fluttered open and fell upon the sight of your Seungmin. Yawning, you sleepily smiled at him, “hi Minnie,” you whispered, your hand securing a still sleeping Min Jun to your chest. “Hi my girl, you do anything fun ” he asked. Nodding, you rubbed your eyes with your spare hand before pecking his lips. You shook your head, feeling your little pochacco wiggle on your chest. “No, just cleaned and relaxed, waiting for you.” You answered.

Min Jun has always been a heavy sleeper. So, you and Seungmin never had issues with getting to sleep through the night. However, as heavy a sleeper as Min Jun is, he always could sense when mama or papa pochacco moved, arrived, or left. It was almost as if his mama and papa senses set off alarms in his little chubby 8 month old body; that told him something was adorable. You supposed that he got it from you and Seungmin. The two of you, also being able to sense any slight change in movement when it came to each other. It was the cutest thing, truly.

Seungmin had just placed a short quick kiss to your lips, before the sounds of soft whines and whimpers were escaping from Min Jun’s pouted ones. Chuckling, Seungmin kissed his forehead, smoothing the rustled soft black hairs on Min Jun’s head. “Ah, why is my pochacco whining?” Seungmin asked, as Min Jun’s eyes, identical, to his own, looked back at him. As if he were responding, Min Jun whined again, one of his chubby hands reaching out towards his papa pochacco, Seungmin.

Holding onto his papa’s finger, Min Jun blinked his big brown eyes up at Seungmin. Min Jun put Seungin’s finger in his mouth, the pacifier long forgotten. It was a sign that he was hungry and it made you giggle. It made Seungmin’s heart melt every time, looking at a miniature version of himself. Smiling, you patted Min Jun’s, pochacco onesie covered, bum and rubbed his back. “Are you hungry, my pochacco?” You asked, as he started gumming away at Seungmin’s finger. The feeling of his son’s wet, saliva covered, gums mouthing at his finger made him cringe– affectionately, of course. Nodding his head, Seungmin smiled and placed a soft kiss against Min Jun’s chubby cheek and made his way towards your kitchen.

Seeing his papa walk away caused Min Jun to whine, longing for more love from papa pochacco. “Baby, have you eaten yet?” Seungmin called out, already grabbing ingredients for ramyeon along with a bottle, jar of pureed apples and peaches and a pochacco spoon. “No, not yet, honey.” You called back, carefully moving yourself to sit up on the couch, cradling a still whining Min Jun to your chest. “I’m making some ramyeon with eggs, honey. Is that okay?” You heard Seungmin call out, as the scent of the broth wafted its way from your kitchen to the living room. Bouncing Min Jun on your lap, you smiled and held his hands so he could stand. “Yes, bub, that sounds yummy!” You replied, as Min Jun babbled and bounced on his legs. Babbling, Min Jun placed his hands on your cheeks, effectively squishing them together and causing you to purse your lips. As best as he could for being 8 months old, he pursed his own lips and pressed them against your own. “Mwah Mwah Mwah” you managed to get out, as he still had his hands on your face. He was all giggles, loving his mama’s kisses.

Being so enveloped by kissing your baby pochacco, you hadn’t heard Seungmin call out that lunch was ready. “Babe? Pup? Lunch is ready!” Seungmin called out, only to be met with no response and the sound of baby giggles. Setting the table, he placed your steaming bowls of ramen on the dining table. Chopsticks, broth spoons and glasses of juice set alongside. “Babe,” he called again, turning to grab the jar of baby food and spoon, setting them on the tray of Min Jun’s high chair. Again, no response.

Once the tables had been set, he walked back to the living room, his eyes landing upon the sight of you and Min Jun sharing sweet kisses. He smiled to himself, quietly padding along the floor, until he was standing by the arm of the couch that was closest to where you were sitting. Leaning down, Seungmin placed a kiss on your forehead, which startled you. “Babe, lunch is ready,” he called out, chuckling as you jumped back in your seat. “Oh, sorry Min. Pup was too busy giving mama kisses. Isn’t that right, my little pochacco?” You smiled, as Min Jun’s eyes shifted to where Seungmin stood he giggled, holding his little chubby arms out to him.

Scooping the 8 month old baby into his arms, Seungmin smiled and made the short walk back to the kitchen. You were following behind, smiling at the sight of Seungmin and Min Jun. “Lunch time for you, huh bub. Are you hungry?” Seungmin smiled, as he placed the baby in his high chair, securing a (pochacco) bib around his neck. Pulling up a chair, Seungmin sat in front of the high chair, one hand holding the jar of food and the other holding the spoon. Turning to where you were sitting, Seungmin shot you a soft smile. “Babe, you go on and eat. I’ll feed the pup.” He said, carefully scooping an appropriate amount of food onto the spoon and lifting it to his son’s mouth. “Ah, say ah, bubba.” Seungmin cooed, watching Min Jun open his mouth, his lips enveloping the spoon. “Mmmmm, is it yummy, my little pochacco?” He crooned, as he continued feeding the baby.

You could only watch with love filled eyes. “The ramyeon is really good, babe. Good job.” You told Seungmin, as you picked up another bite of noodles with your chopsticks, softly blowing to cool them off before taking the bite in your mouth. “Thank you baby. Glad you like them,” he called back, still feeding Min Jun. Smiling, you move to sit next to Seungmin, carefully holding a bite of ramyeon to his mouth. “Open up, honey. You need to eat too.” You smiled, as his lips parted, exposing his beautiful smile and took the bite of food in his mouth. “Mh, thank you hon,” he said through chewing, a bit of broth dripping from the corner of his mouth.

Nodding, you smiled and continued to feed him and yourself as he fed Min Jun. “Of course, Minnie. What are we doing after this?” You pondered, seeing Min Jun get his baby food smeared around his mouth. Shrugging his shoulders, Seungmin carefully scooped the food from around the baby’s lips and fed it to him. “I don’t have anything planned. Was there anything you wanted to do, bub?” He asked, setting the now empty jar and spoon down.

You shook your head no. “Not really, maybe just go relax at the park or something later, the weather is nice.” You answered, as you and Seungmin had finished eating. Taking your dishes to the sink, you washed them clean of the food and set them in the drying rack. Seungmin had scooped Min Jun from his high chair and sat him on his lap, his small hands holding his bottle as he drank from it. Sitting down and leaning your head against his shoulder, you nuzzled into him. “The park sounds nice, honey girl.” Seungmin smiled, gently kissing your forehead. “The weather isn’t too cold,either.”

Nodding, you and Seungmin made separate ways to your rooms to get dressed. Taking Min Jun to his nursery, Seungmin laid him on the changing table. “Hm, what should we wear today, little pup?” He asked, already knowing it would be something pochacco themed. Smiling, he changed his baby’s diapers, holding his wriggly chubby legs still before sliding on a pair of baby sweatpants. He opted to go for a comfortable yet cute vibe. “So cozy, huh, bubbly?” He asked, as Min Jun looked back at him, with his brown brown eyes. “Alright, let’s get a shirt and hoodie on you. That sound good, pup?” Seungmin asked before carefully dressing him in a simple white tee shirt and a pochacco hoodie— of course with a little tail on the back and floppy black ears on its hood. “Now, for your little feet,” he cooed, kissing each of Min Jun’s feet before sliding a pair of white socks and little baby converse on his feet. “All done, my boy. Now, daddy has to get dressed.”

Meanwhile, you were in yours and Seungmin’s shared bedroom. You were humming to yourself, sliding into a pair of soft black leggings. “Hmmmm, what to wear, what to wear,” you thought aloud to yourself. Grabbing a powder blue shirt, you slipped it over your head and grabbed your hoodie. It was, also, powder blue and had a little pochacco printed on the chest area. It was well loved, and so oversized. That hoodie felt like home.

It was your favorite hoodie. Seungmin had gifted it to you on your three month anniversary, telling you “I noticed that powder blue is your favorite color, and pochacco is my favorite character. So….it’s perfect and I have a matching one. “ He blushed, watching as you hugged the hoodie to your chest.

Smiling, Seungmin had quietly slipped into your bedroom, Min Jun in his arms. “Still love that hoodie, don’t you baby?” He asked, setting Min Jun on the bed so he could also get dressed. Startled, you clutched your chest, turning to smile at your boyfriend. “Geez, Minnie. You scared me. But, yes, I still love this hoodie, it’s my favorite one,” you smiled, slipping socks and converse on your feet. “I know, I got you it, 4 years ago.” Seungmin laughed, changing into jeans and his matching hoodie. Not paying him any mind, you turned your attention to your baby. Picking him up, you smiled taking in his outfit. “Oh look at my little pochacco! Did daddy dress you! I know he did! My little cutie pie!” You cooed, as he giggled at you, his small hands waving in the air.

Not noticing that Seungmin had finished getting dressed, he called out. “Picture time!” He waved his phone, standing in front of your full length mirror. It was a tradition to snap a selfie of your outfits. “Smiling, you held Min Jun on your hip as you walked to where Seungmin was standing. Taking your place by his side, he slung his arm over your shoulders and you cuddled into his side, Min Jun balanced on your hip. “Smile!” He called, you two smiled, the shutter of his phone camera going off.

Once the picture was taken, you grabbed your purse and made your way to the kitchen, so you could get the baby bag and stroller ready. “We’ll be in the kitchen, honey. Don’t take too long.” You said. Quickly, he nodded and rushed to grab his keys and wallet. “Gotcha babe! Be right out,” he rushed as he slipped his feet into his shoes . Once he finished getting dressed, he looked at his phone, setting the new picture as his Home Screen and Lock Screen. Lowering his phone, he examined the picture and thought….

Diapers over clubs, any day

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copper-16 · 7 months ago

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Hothead

Jule gets injured, and Lena tries to deal with her worry on top of the fact that she's still trying to keep it a secret that she's hopelessly in love with her best friend.

Luckily for her? Someone happens to feel the exact same way.

(a/n: Someone asked me MONTHS ago to write this...and well I'm like 6 months late but better late than never I suppose! Also I started writing this when Feli was still at Wolfsburg so she's still at Wolfsburg for the sake of I was too lazy to change what I had already written, take it or leave it.

I love getting to write Obi...so much. Like SO much! So much that I actually didn't edit this at all I just scrolled over it really fast and said MEH it's probably good to post (so sorry if there are mistakes). Also this is cross posted from ao3 because I'm pretty sure the request was sent on here, if I remember correctly. But anywho, enjoy!)

It was a dirty foul.

It was a really dirty foul, in fact, and pretty much all of the Wolfsburg girls are ready to throw hands when they see what has occurred.

Jule had been taking the ball up the right side of the pitch after Obi had sent her a lovely little long ball, when the Werder Bremen defender had gone right for her ankle instead of the ball. It was a crunching tackle, a dangerous and thoughtless one from the Werder player, and it sent the blonde winger tumbling to the ground with a cry of pain.

It was late in the game, they were up by one goal anyways, but as soon as Jule was hitting the ground, all hell broke loose. The Wolfsburg players were immediately going for the Werder defender who dared to hurt their golden girl, none leading the charge more than Lena.

The brunette was halfway across the field from Jule when she went down, but suddenly Lena was right next to Jule as she pressed her face into the grass, her ankle ringing with pain.

“Jule? Are you okay, should I get the medic?” Lena asks softly, her face close to Jule’s. The blonde can smell the patchouli and ylang-ylang of her perfume, and the way that Obi tugs her kit down from where it had ridden up before she placed her hand gently on the wingers back.

Jule hated the medic. She hated going down, didn’t want to hog attention away from the others, stop play, or force a substitution to be made unless it was absolutely necessary.

But the pain in her ankle isn’t subsiding in the way it should be, and she knows that she won’t be able to walk it off like she normally should. The blonde screwed her eyes shut in frustration as she nodded, moving to turn over on her side and eventually back as Lena began to flag down the team medic.

Which of course, happened to be the exact same time that the Werder defender decided to open her mouth, her words callous and unkind.

“Oh Jesus, why is she being such a baby? She’s fine, I hardly touched her,” the defender scoffed, and here’s the thing.

Lena knew that she had a reputation for how easily she found herself in the middle of a fight. It was a fair one, she knew that. The midfielder was the one most likely in her team to be found arguing with the referee, or to get into some sort of a brawl with another player, or something of the sort.

But her hot headedness in general paled in comparison to any sort of reaction that she had when it involved her blonde teammate.

It was a known fact at Wolfsburg that Lena and Jule just had an inexplicably close relationship. Ever since the winger had joined the German side, her and the midfielder had been completely inseparable.

For the older women in the team, the writing is on the wall, clear as day. But Jule is rather oblivious to the fact that her best friend is hopelessly in love with her. She would never imagine that Lena would actually reciprocate what she told herself was a silly little crush.

But it wasn’t just that, for either side.

Jule was gentle, maybe not always on the pitch but she was known for being incredibly sweet. Lena wasn’t exactly known for her saccharine like personality, but her and Jule just always seemed to work together. The midfielder was fiercely protective of the younger girl, whether that be batting away creepy men at clubs or making sure that she had eaten that day. It was the fact that they were complete opposites that seemed to make them work so well together, totally balancing one another out. Jule had this uncanny ability to calm Lena down, no matter what was occurring, whether it be in a game or when they are getting too competitive playing a board game with teammates. And in kind, Lena makes sure that Jule isn’t stepped on or bothered by anyone around her.

So for someone to say something like, something that is so blatantly rude and careless, all of the Wolfsburg girls were immediately turning to Lena, knowing what was about to happen.

“Oh you absolute BITCH–” Lena started as she turned toward the woman in a second, and she would have slammed right into her if it wasn’t for Feli, who wrapped her arms around the brunette at the last second and pulled her away.

“Not helping right now Miss Hothead,” Feli grunted out as she hauled Lena back with everything in her, the midfielder still practically snarling at the woman as she strained against her teammate heavily.

“Lena?”

The brunette turns on a dime at the sound of her name being called softly by the winger, and Feli nearly falls over at how quickly the midfielder moves away from her, completely abandoning her course of action in favor of turning toward Jule. It wasn’t very often that Jule used her real name as opposed to calling her Obi like the other girls, but when she did, the brown eyed girl knew to pay attention.

The blonde didn’t actually need the midfielder, but she knew that Lena was on the cusp of a yellow card, and the last thing she wanted to do was turn this into a card party, especially not when Lena had managed to make it through nearly the whole game without one.

“Are you alright?” Lena asked as she knelt down next to the winger, the anger wiped from her face in favor of a kinder, softer expression, the kind that was only reserved for Jule, and Jule alone.

Her eyebrows were knit together lightly, her head tilted to the side in worry as she looked down at her teammate, who shook her head slightly.

“It's a bad sprain or a possibly fracture,” Jule explained, parroting what the medic had told her as he nodded along. Lena hated the fact that she could tell Jule was trying not to cry, and it made her equal parts sad and murderously mad at the defender for causing the blonde to hurt this much.

“Help me up?” the blonde asked, breaking Lena out of her train of thought as she nodded. But the German midfielder was more than a little panicked, staring down at Jule who was looking at her with big, misty eyes, and clutching at her ankle.

The brunette hardly even thought about it, she simply acted. She didn’t think about the setting or the consequence, but rather on what was right in front of her.

The older girl reached down, hooking her arms around Jule’s back and under her knee, and lifting her into the air with a slightly scary lack of effort. Suddenly the blonde’s face was right in front of her own, and Obi could stare directly into the wingers eyes.

(Behind them stood Ewa, Alex, and Feli who, alongside thousands of fans, all but had their jaws on the ground)

But Lena isn’t focused on that, but rather the way Jule is looking at her, her eyebrows pulled together in concern. The wingers face is red, if not from exertion than from this interaction, and the midfielder can see the baby hairs that have loosened from her ponytail and frame her face.

“Obi?” Jule asked, her voice very soft, only loud enough for the brunette to hear.

“Yes?” She replied instantly, her heart jumping into her throat.

Sometimes Lena had these…moments with Jule, where she thought maybe it was possible that the other girl felt just as strongly as she did.

“I can walk…I–I need to walk off the pitch,” Jule said, louder this time, and Lena startled at her words, despite still holding the blonde safely in her arms.

The moment popped like a needle, and the brunette flushed an even deeper shade of red at the realization that she was definitely just kidding herself.

It simply wasn’t possible that Jule felt the same for her as she did.

“Right! Yes, well, here we are,” Lena said quickly very carefully lowering Jule to the ground and waiting for the medic to

Which left their teammates to watch the whole interaction, Alex, Ewa, and Feli still standing in a line as they looked back and forth between the winger and midfielder.

“Did she just–” Alex started, her voice incredulous as she was cut off.

“Yes.” Ewa says, never one to mince words.

“In the middle of a–” Feli tried this time, faltering when the Polish forward answered yet again.

“Yep.” The striker said again, and the three women were stuck standing there in amazement at what had just occurred.

“Hopeless lovesick idiots, the both of them!” Lynn whisper shouted as she walked past the trio from just behind them, her hand cupped over her mouth as though she was trying to be sly, despite the volume of her voice.

But neither Jule nor Lena heard their scheming teammates, both of them too focused on trying to get the winger off the pitch to be paying attention to their teammates. Obi helped Jule to wrap her arms around the shoulders of the medic as she hobbled off the field, Vivien taking her place on the pitch.

Lena doesn’t bother looking toward her coach, she knows that she won’t get a sub out, not this late in the game. But her heart isn’t really in it anymore, it’s back in the medical room where she knows that Jule is, probably getting an x-ray or something of the sort.

Not that it really matters though. Jule’s injury has sucked the energy out of the match as quickly as it had come, and it ends up being a passing game for Wolfsburg for the remaining few minutes of the game.

Meanwhile, Jule had just gotten situated on a bed in the medical room when Svenja had burst in the doors, her eyes searching for and immediately finding the blonde winger. The older woman hadn’t been playing, had only been sitting on the bench when Jule had gone down, and had instantly gone to get permission to go check on the younger German.

It wasn’t news to anyone that Svenja was absolutely the team Mom of the group, now even more so because she was an actual Mom. But she always made it her mission to look out for the younger girls, in whatever way she could.

Like when they got hurt, and she knew that they would likely be stressed and in pain. Jule can’t help the relief that washed over her when the door swung open to reveal Svenja, her eyes watering.

“Hey kid,” the forward soothed gently as she came to stand next to Jule, who swallowed thickly as she did her best to offer a smile, even if it came out as more of a grimace than anything else. It was Svenja who sat with her for the next twenty minutes as they ran more tests, brought in a portable x-ray machine, determining that it was a small fracture in her ankle. It was minor, she would likely be out for the next four weeks and in a boot, but it meant that she wouldn’t have to have surgery, which of course was good news.

The doctors had just given her a boot to wear as well as some crutches, slipping out of the room and leaving Jule to get down from the table, when they first heard it.

At first glance, it sounded like a commotion in the hallways, and Jule thought that maybe it was the girls celebrating the win.

But it only took a second for her to realize that was in fact not the case. It’s Obi’s voice that she hears, high and shrill. The midfielder sounds beyond stressed and panicked, and Jule feels her eyebrows furrow in concern at the noise.

“Where is sh–” Obi cuts herself off when she all but busts open the door to the med room, Feli hot on her heels.

“Jule!” the midfielder exclaims, her eyes widening as she realized that she had found the winger.

“Jesus, did we have to sprint the whole way?” Feli pants, following Obi into the room with sarcasm dripping from her tone. Svenja forces down a chuckle but Lena doesn’t even bother paying her any mind, her eyes wild with concern.

“Are you okay? What did the doctor say? Is everything alright? Do you need–” Lena started, only for Svenja to very quickly cut her off, sensing that the German midfielders' panicked energy was not what this room needed right now.

“Feli, could you help Jule with her boot and crutches while I talk to the lovely Ms. Oberdorf for a second?” Svenja said, a question that wasn’t really a question at all as she drug the brunette out of the room, leaving Feli and Jule both to stare after them, a little bit lost but shrugging all the same.

Svenja closed the door behind them, turning to Obi with a disapproving glint in her eyes.

“Okay, you need to get it together lover girl, because you can’t–” Svenja started, but Obi shook her head, pulling back in clear disagreement, her expression weak.

“Lover girl? I don’t even know what you’re talking abou–” she started, only for Svenja to double it and cut her off again.

“You can save the denial for someone who actually believes you. We all know you love that girl, it’s about as clear as a sky blue sunny day, but perhaps we aren’t ready to have that exact conversation. So for now, I need you to calm the hell down and rein it in. You’re here to help that poor girl relax, not to stress her out with a game of twenty questions. Understand?” Svenja asked bluntly, knowing that sweet talking her way with Obi wasn’t something that was really all that necessary.

The midfielder swallowed thickly before she nodded, her cheeks tinged with pink from embarrassment. But Svenja just pays her no mind, turning back toward the med room, where Feli and Jule were having a conversation of their own.

Obi had to give herself a bit of a pep talk before she went back into the room, and by the time she reenters the med room, Jule is upright with a boot and crutches.

“Lena, I’m going to take Jule home, would you like to come with us?” Svenja prompted, gesturing as subtly as she could toward Jule.

It didn’t matter either way, because her sentence was barely done before the midfielder was responding.

“Yes, absolutely!” Lena chirped out, her voice about two octaves higher than normal. Jule was a little pink in the face from using the crutches, but she still looked up with a quirked brow, entirely unimpressed with how fake her friend's voice sounded.

She chose not to comment on it further, her foot throbbing painfully inside the boot as she made her way slowly out to the car. The winger is so focused on her journey, in fact, that she hardly notices the way that Lena hovers behind her, just on the off chance that Jule stumbles and needs help.

She also entirely misses the several eye rolls from both Feli and Svenja as they walked out to the car, both women equally annoyed by their collective cluelessness.

Not my circus not my monkeys, the defender mouthed to the forward, whose face immediately dropped in indignation.

“Yes it is!” She exclaimed, shooting a dazzling (and decidedly fake) smile at both Obi and Jule when they turned back around, equally confused by the seemingly random words.

But Feli waved them off, a thrilled grin on her face at Svenja’s little outburst. The defender helped get Jule into the forward's car before saying goodnight to her teammates and heading back to her own apartment. Lena followed Svenja’s car in her own, figuring it would be good for them to have possible means of transportation if they needed anything.

It was Svenja who helped Jule instead, getting her set up on the couch and dolling out pain medication before she began to go over the list of what to do with Lena.

She didn’t bother with asking the brunette if she was staying with Jule, she just…always had been. There was no use in denying the inevitable, really.

“Okay, and you call me if you need anything, alright? Even if it’s the middle of the night,” Svenja told Jule, who gave her a small smile and a nod.

“Yes, yes, of course Mom. Thank you for everything today,” the blonde replied softly, and the older woman squeezed her arm affectionately before seeing herself, leaving only the winger and midfielder in Jule’s apartment.

It was hardly the first time that Lena had been here, quite the opposite really. The two of them were practically inseparable, and spent most of their time together, at one of their two apartments.

Obi was so used to Jule’s apartment, the younger girl practically considered her a roommate. The second bedroom had a dresser with her clothes in it and a toothbrush for her in the bathroom, so it wasn’t that big of a stretch honestly.

But for some reason the midfielder can’t seem to sit still today, floating around the apartment doing odds and ends, asking Jule if she needs something every few minutes (seconds, really), and exerting a rather tumultuous energy over the whole place.

After about fifteen minutes, Jule sighs heavily. And right on key, Lena appears by her side, looking down at her with wide eyes.

“What! What is it?” She asks breathlessly, having run in from the kitchen. Jule shakes her head, her expression set with exasperation that masks the hurt she’s beginning to feel.

“Lena, if you do not want to be here you can just go home! I broke my foot, not my entire body, I do not need a babysitter,” Jule huffs out, having mistaken Lena’s nerves for annoyance.

But she’s surprised by the way that the brunette’s face falls, and she instantly settles down on the couch next to her teammates, shaking her head.

“No, no, there is nowhere else I want to be, I promise. I just…I don’t…” Lena trails off, struggling to find the words. Her face is screwed with indecision, and it makes the wingers heart leap into her throat.

“You don’t…what?” Jule prompts lightly, her voice light and barely audible. It sounds rather breathless, and she hates herself for a moment by how much her voice gives her hopes away. She prays Lena won’t pick up on it…or maybe she prays that she will.

Obi looks over at the blonde, her heart thumping in her chest. Jule is looking at her with an entirely unreadable expression, and for just a moment the brunette wonders if it would even be possible for her friend to feel the same way that she does.

She couldn’t explain her attraction to Jule, nor could she articulate how strong it was. It felt like the winger was the sun, and the brunette was simply made to orbit around her.

Everything was better when Jule was there. Her laugh, her smile had this completely contagious property, and it made Obi feel lighter, happier, better.

She made Lena better, just by being herself. She was warm and kind where the midfielder was callous and gruff. She was soft and forgiving, forcing Lena to relax and give herself some grace.

It wasn’t something she could explain, because how on earth are you supposed to describe the one person in the world who means everything to you?

Lena opens her mouth, her feelings on the tip of her tongue. They’ve been sitting there for a now awkwardly long period of time, the silence clinging to them both, hanging in the space between them. Jule is staring back at her, her jaw clenched shut, her teeth clenched with a nervous anxiousness, wondering if this is the moment where everything will change.

But doubt creeps into the brunette’s mind, and the thought of confessing flees her mind as quickly as it comes.

“I just don’t know what to do to help you feel better, that's all,” Lena finally says lamely, and it takes everything in Jule for her expression not to drop in disappointment, swallowing the feeling and offering a smile instead.

“You make me feel better just by being here,” she admitted, and it was the truth, if not the entire truth.

Was it lying, if it was a lie of omission?

Jule isn’t sure. She isn’t sure what she’d rather be: filled with regret because she never said anything, or filled with regret because she had.

“But if you’re just going to sit here with two working feet I wouldn’t say no to a sandwich,” the blonde tacked on at the end, the breath stolen from her lungs at the way Lena’s face lit up, a laugh tumbling from her mouth.

“You got it, coming right up!” She announced as she hopped up from the couch, leaving Jule to her thoughts.

Just as she often did, the German winger spent the next few minutes mulling over the pros and cons list that had only grown as time dragged on.

To tell her best friend that she was in love with her, and risk all of the fall out if she didn’t feel the same? Or never tell her, and simply live with what could have been, if she was a little less scared?

It seemed like an easy choice when she framed it like that, but the actual implications of her actions somehow seemed so much larger.

She’s so lost in thought, that she hardly notices Lena coming back with food for them both, until the midfielder is placing her hand gently on Jule’s thigh. The touch causes the blonde to jump, and Lena retracts her hand just as quickly, as though she’s been burned.

“Sorry, sorry,” the midfielder is quick to say, but Jule shakes her head emphatically.

“No apologies, please. I was just lost in thought…about my foot! About my foot, I was thinking about my foot!” Jule explained, seeming a little too happy to be thinking about her foot when the person on the receiving end of her words doesn’t realize its a coverup.

But really, what was she supposed to do? It wasn’t like she could just tell Lena how she felt, right here and right now.

“Thank you for the food,” the blonde rushes to say instead, and the two fall into gentle chatter as they eat their food. Jule is honestly glad for the distraction, would rather do anything other than talk about her injury right now.

She’s lucky it wasn’t worse, that it wasn’t badly broken, or required surgery, but it still sucked to be injured regardless.

The winger knew that she was lucky to have Lena to sit here and make her laugh, to drop whatever she had been doing to be here. So amidst her confusion over whether to admit her feelings, still her gratitude toward the midfielder balloons in size.

When Jule leaned forward to put her plate on the coffee table, Lena is looking at her closely.

“What else do you need? What can I get you?” The older girl asks, and Jule shakes her head slightly, a soft smile on her face.

“I’m fine Obi, I don’t need anything else. I honestly just kind of want to go to bed,” Jule admitted, and Lena nodded, before looking down with a furrowed brow at the blonde’s boot.

“What?” Jule asks with a tiny chuckle, loving the fact that she could see Lena’s brain work in real time, as if she was working out a very complex math problem and not staring at her teammates foot.

“That thing has to hurt to walk on, doesn’t it?” Obi asked, and Jule shrugged before admitting that while it was a bit painful, it was manageable.

But that seemed to do nothing but displease the midfielder further, and before Jule could hardly say a thing in response, Lena was reaching forward, and just as she had on the football pitch, picking the blonde up.

Only, in this instance it was a tad more appropriate than it had been earlier in the day.

“Oh! Lena, what are you doing?” Jule asked with a laugh, still amazed that the brunette could pick her up with such ease, with so little effort.

The midfielder rolled her eyes, carefully navigating them around the couch and toward the stairs.

“Clearly I’m using the fact that I have two working legs to flex on you! Now, what do we say?” Lena teased, throwing on an overly saccharine and fake tone that is clearly meant to get Jule to laugh. Not that she cares, because it works easily. She tips her head back slightly, content when her teammates catches the change of weight easily.

When she leans back in she’s still giggling, but when she opens her eyes she finds that her face is a lot closer to Lena’s than she had anticipated. The younger girl swallows roughly, blinking several times to try to rid her expression of surprise.

Lena’s brown eyes are staring at her pensively, softly. The sense of gentleness that her gaze held was one that had always just been reserved for Jule, and here it was, just for her.

As brash and argumentative as Obi could be, there was no one in the world who could cause her to soften quite like Jule Brand.

The older girl clears her throat after a second, focusing on continuing up the stairs and into the bedroom.

The next few minutes are filled with getting themselves situated and ready for bed, teeth brushes and sink showers attempted because the thought of having to stand on one leg to shower sounded like hell on earth.

But there was Lena, always there to hold her up and make her smile, even when she was just doing mundane tasks like brushing her teeth.

They switch her boot out for an ankle brace, to give her some support without being too restrictive. Lena shoves a pillow down at the end of the bed gracelessly, before gently propping up Jule’s foot with great care. The two acts are entirely juxtaposing of one another, and they make the blonde giggle as she settles into her bed, the flush that coats Obi’s cheeks as a result not lost on her.

“Will you stay with me?” Jule looked up at Lena, her face filled with uncharacteristic worry. It was hardly a question she needed to ask, and the answer from her teammate is both immediate and automatic.

“Of course,” she replied, moving to turn the light off and climb into bed next to her best friend.

But it’s only after the lights are turned off, and the comfort of darkness has descended on them both, that they are able to finally admit what’s been on the tip of their tongues for weeks now.

The fact that’s probably both surprising to the two of them is that it’s Jule, and not Lena, who says something first, her boldness coming out of nowhere even if it didn’t last for more than a single word.

Lena was laying on her back, staring up at the ceiling from her spot on the left side of the bed. Jule laid on the right side, turned on her left side so that she was facing her teammate, which was how she usually slept when there wasn’t anyone in her bed anyways.

The winger can just barely make out the brunette’s profile, the bridge of her nose and the sharp edges of her jaw, her chest rising and falling shallowly, heartbeat quickened by whom she was in proximity of.

“Lena?” Jule asked, her voice quiet. It was rare for her to say the midfielders actual name, and Lena’s heart skips a beat at the question.

“Yes Jule?” She responds, her voice equally soft.

“I–” Jule opens her mouth to say more, and finds that she isn’t sure what to say.

It’s an uncomfortable reality, to realize that you care so greatly for another person in life that you find yourself unable to fully elucidate your feelings.

But before she can even try again, Obi is cutting her thought process off softly.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” The brunette asks, struggling to keep her throat open enough to explain how she’s feeling.

“Yes,” the blonde replies instantly, her words filled with relief and hope, and it’s her tone and that alone that spurs Lena on, that allows her to say what she’s been feeling for months.

“When we were downstairs and we were talking before and I paused I…I wasn’t brave enough to say it but I can now,” she began, taking a very slow breath before continuing. “I think I love you, Jule.”

“You think?” The winger asked, her voice small but neutral in its tone. Lena swallows roughly at the sound, wondering if she’s made a big mistake.

But it’s too late now to think about that, so instead she forges ahead.

“No, not I think. I know I love you, and I have for months now. Maybe ever since I met you,” Lena admits, finally turning her head to look at Jule. The blonde is sitting in bed on her side, facing the older girl.

When the brunette turned toward her, the winger reached out with her hand, running her fingers gently over the midfielders cheek until she was cradling her jaw.

“I love you too,” Jule whispered into the space next to them, and she can feel rather than see the tear that slips down Lena’s cheek, the wetness seeping into her palm. The midfielder turns her head, pressing an impossibly soft kiss to the inside of Jule’s wrist.

The brunette moves with such gentleness and care, it physically feels as though the blonde’s heart will burst from how in love with Lena Oberdorf she is.

Obi moves lightly, but with purpose nonetheless, as she gathers Jules into her arms and finally, their two bodies are pressed together softly.

The winger tucks her body into Lena’s, not caring that her foot protests at the movement as she’s engulfed in Lena’s scent and the warmth of her body. Jule tucks her head into the midfielders neck, clutching to the brunette as Lena’s hands bring her close, keeping her safe.

The sigh of relief that they both let out happens at the same time, as the comfort of finally being pressed together is realized. Jule cuddles into Lena, feeling sleep pull at her, the worry of her feelings not being returned now swept away like a leaf in a strong current.

“I love you,” Jule murmured into Lena’s neck, the soft puff of air tickling the brunette’s skin in the best possible way. She smiled softly, tightening her grip imperceptibly.

“I love you more,” Lena promises, pressing a kiss to Jule’s temple as they melt into one another, sleep coming to claim them both in the darkness of the blonde’s bedroom.

There is still so much to talk about and discuss properly, sure, but for the night nothing else matters, except the fact that neither of them can really tell where the one ends, and the other one begins.

#lena oberdorf #jule brand #svenja huth #feli rauch #vfl wolfsburg women #ewa pajor #woso #lynn wilms

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captainpains · 1 year ago

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Rex's Unforuante Talent (Captain Rex x reader)

For the @clonexreaderbingo card. I haven't written for Rex in awhile so when I got the Rex square it felt right.

Promt: Rex

Warnings: gn reader, Being walked in on, embarrassment, swearing, Mentioned Smut, some medical stuff and concussions.

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Why!

Why can’t Rex learn from his mistakes and just knock!

That was how you ended up in this situation.

Because Captain Rex can't fucking knock!

He's walked in on everyone!

He's walked in on many people changing (civies, brothers, and commanding officers). He’d walked in on his brothers having fun with some civies. Hell, he's even walked in on Skywalker and Amidala going at it like rabbits. But every time, he'd manage to back out without being noticed by the other party.

Not this time though.

Rex stood in the doorway to your room, completely frozen. You were frozen too, clutching your towel to keep your decency.

His brain finally registered what was happening after a few long moments. Then, he sputtered out an apology before closing the door to your room. He slapped his hand over his face while he regretted all of his life choices. His face was hot with embarrassment as he did so. He felt horrible. It was made even worse by his little crush on you.

You weren’t fairing much better, still standing in the middle of your room, mortified. You thanked the maker for your towel, keeping your modesty. Your hands grasped onto it so hard they hurt. The very attractive captain that you saw almost every day had seen you nearly naked.

It was going to be hard to recover from that.

Over the next few days, Rex avoided you.

It was very noticeable.

He would refuse to deliver datapads to you, something that he’d happily volunteer to do before. He actively walked as far away from you as possible, even going as far as to switch what side of the hallway he was walking on. The worst part was his avoidance of the medbay, where you worked. He would always avoid going before, but after you started working there he was less reluctant to go. Now, he would fight to high hell to make sure he wouldn’t have to face you.

Days turned into weeks, and the rest of Torrent company took notice of their captain’s odd behavior.

“So… Cap’ain. Are you gonna tell us why you’re avoiding your favorite medic?”

Rex flinched at Jesse’s question, gripping his datapad a little tighter.

“Now that you mention it… you two have been acting suspicious. What happened?” Fives asked next.

“Nothing happened,” Rex gritted out.

“Really?” Kix interjected. “Because my best medic has also been avoiding you. So, what happened, Captain?”

“Nothing!” He barked out defensively.

“It can’t be nothing if you're avoiding each other.” Jesse argued.

“Did you finally confess? Did you get rejected and now it’s awkward?” Fives pressed, hungry for an answer.

“No.” The captain growled out, frustrated with his noisy troops.

“Then what?”

“Hey, if he won’t tell us, we can just ask the medic,” Fives suggested.

“No!” Rex barked out, causing his men to go silent. He took a deep breath. Fives and Jesse leaned in eagerly.

“I… walked in on them, naked…”

There was a long moment of silence. Then all hell broke loose.

Kix was in shock, mouth slightly ajar. Jesse was in hysterics, and Fives was asking more questions.

“Rex’s unfortunate talent strikes again.” Jesse managed to say between fits of laughter.

“Did you like what you see?” Fives asked.

“You have no sense of decorum, do you? I will not disrespect one of our medics by talking about them in such a way. I will also not make them uncomfortable with my presence.”

“So, you’ll avoid the medbay for the rest of the war?” Kix raised his eyebrow in challenge.

“Yeah, you’re being unreasonable. You have walked in on everybody. I know you have a crush on that medic, but this is ridiculous.” Echo chimed in from his bunk.

Rex glared at his troops. But he knew they were right. So he finally decided to make an effort so it would be less awkward between you.

So, while you were walking to the medbay, Rex managed to get you to stop.

“We need to talk.”

You nodded and followed him to a remote corner not far from the medbay. You fidgeted with your hands as you tried to find the words to speak.

“Look, I-”

“I’m just-”

You both gave an awkward laugh. Rex reached up to

“Listen,” Rex started, “I’m really sorry for walking in on you.”

“It’s alright. It was an accident.”

“Yeah… The boys call it my unfortunate talent.”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Really. I have walked in on so many people I’ve lost count.”

You chuckled lightly at that. Rex smiled a little at your reaction, happy that the tension was fading a bit.

“I’m really sorry for walking in on you… And then avoiding you for a month afterwards…”

“I’m sorry for avoiding you too.” You apologized.

“Go back to normal?”

“Definitely.”

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Apparently, back to normal was harder than Rex thought.

That pesky little crush prevented him from being normal about seeing you basically naked. He felt bad about it, but he couldn’t help thinking about all of the little freckles and scars that he saw on your skin. He wanted to run his hand along every inch of your body.

“Umm… Rex?”

Rex snapped out of his little daydream. He sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you looked at him.

“Sorry…Was thinking about all the paperwork I have to do.”

“Well, right now, worry about answering my questions about your health.”

Rex nodded.

The last mission was rough. There were a large number of casualties. Rex himself was pretty injured with a large gash in his left side. You were testing him for a concussion.

“What is your name?”

“Rex.”

“What is your rank?”

“Captain.”

“What is the name of the general you serve?”

“General Skywalker.”

“Any throbbing head pain?”

“Kinda. In the back of my head.”

You made notes as he answered the questions. His concussion wasn’t too bad. But he certainly shouldn’t be staring at datapads for hours.

“Alright, Captain-”

“You're very pretty.”

You looked up at Rex. He was looking at you, completely serious. He was looking you directly in the eye.

“Flattery won’t get you out of bedrest, Captain.”

“Worth a shot.” He replied with a shrug. “But…It is true. You are very pretty.”

“Thank you…” You shyly mumbled.

There was a long pause, only filled with the buzzing of others in the medbay. Rex took a deep breath and decided in that moment to ask you out. Maybe he was concussed.

“Alright, Rex-”

“Do you wanna have a drink with me sometime?” Rex asked, boldly.

“What?” You dumbly asked, taken off guard.

“I wanna get a drink with you. Like a date…”

You smiled softly at the captain. It hid the tightening in your stomach and the the clamyness of your hands. You had a little crush on Rex, but never in your wildest dreams did you think he’d be asking you out.

“I would love to, Rex.”

“Wizard.” He muttered.

“Still won’t get you out of bedrest.”

“Damn it!”

#captain rex x reader #captain rex #star wars #cfb2023 #captain rex x you

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hyperfixation-symposium · 1 year ago

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I'm a q!Bad defender to my soul, and I want to talk about why I am frustrated with a lot of the (characters) responses to his current lore!!!

I am not talking about the cc!s only the characters!! I don't think anyone intentionally broke into his lore or broken anything lorewise this is just about the characters!

Bad has been on a downwards spiral for a while now, and it has been clear to everyone in his life. However, so few people have acted in this need to help him, and now, they seem shocked that he didn't get better! And that he got worse!

Instead of channeling anything into helping him, they're only pushing him farther away.

When the vacation arc started, it didn't seem to take long for people to realize it was less of a vacation and more a way to excuse his more unhealthy behaviors he was indulging in. However, instead of reaching out, the people in his life told him he needed help, but didn't offer any. They told him he should take a break, but still pushed their responsibilities and expectations on him.

They watched as he got worse, all insisting it was fine with a smile on. But you know who knew, who understood, who tried to do the most for him?

The eggs.

Bad's kids, as well as the other eggs, love their tio Bad. Tio Bad visiting is like Christmas, but for the best armour and supplies. Tio Bad visiting is comfort and dedication, it's safety.

The eggs knew the most about how much he was suffering, and took the most action to help. Because they could tell he wouldn't push anyone to act for him. They were grounding but also incredibly supportive.

Bad could argue about politics with Forever, he could fight and get no credit, he could leave gifts unrecognized and never repaid, all was okay if he had his kids.

Then the furniture gets stolen.

Everyone was quick to jump on him. In a moment all the work he had ever done didn't seem to matter. He was imprisoned unfairly, questioned, hell the way he ran from the place you could tell it bothered him. And he only got 1 apology from Cellbit for that damned day.

It seemed as if everything he did disappeared into the background of Bad taking a (frankly, easy to get) resource. It wasn't right of him to do, but all the sudden he was evil for it. He didn't even do it this time.

If there was one easy thing to push his mistrust of others over the edge, it was that. But it was okay, because he still had his family.

And then the eggs disappeared.

Bad was already low. He had dealt with everything Dapper was hiding from him, Pomme admitting she wasn't well either, but they could get through it together. Family.

And then they were gone. Without a trace, without an indication of where they might have gone.

And everyone goes a bit insane. Forever, one of Bad's closest and most trusted friends, ends up on Cucurucho meds, and then in a coma. While trying to help him, trying to keep the other parents spirits up, no one is doing the same for him. He's alone in his house, talking to a statue of his best friend. Never so far away.

And then finally, when everything is falling apart, he accepts who he is. A demon, an ancient creature capable of terrible things, and a father. A father who will do anything for his children.

Including hurting an innocent.

And now, as people are finding out about this, they're getting upset at him. How could he, reach such a low! But they're not recognizing that they never helped him. They never refused to let him go until he got proper help, hell, the room Forever made for him was so so late in Bad's cry for help. Which is not to minimize it, hell, Bad himself said it was the first time in a long time that it felt like everything was going to be okay. It was the first time he didn't antagonize Ron openly, even gave him gifts. And I feel like that's a show of just how much Bad needed someone, anyone, to be the person he was for them to him.

And now he could loose all of that again.

It all feels like it was doomed to fall. When a person who gives others their everything never gets anything in return, what happens when they run out of things to give? When everything they worked for is gone?

Maybe move away. Where no one can find you. Take whatever is left and go.

Bad's family is shattered. Bad is shattered.

And while I don't blame anyone for being upset at him, I wish it was recognized how much they didn't help him before, how much effort they put towards their own things disregarding him in a way he never did them.

The one major expection?

q!Foolish.

In this essay I will shot for talking too much

Anyways. No proof reading we die like Juanaflippa! Ofc this is all roleplay and Bad's cries for help could be put off or overlooked for many reasons and I don't blame the CC!s for anything I love all the characters. Back to real life I go

#qsmp #q!badboyhalo #q!bad #character analysis #qsmp character analysis #just. ive got him on the brain #my cubito deserves better

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criminalmindswhore · 1 year ago

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Love Story

I am feeding you whores today. I'm taking everything from my wattpad and putting here.

TW: mentions of abuse, pregnancy, death, loosing a friend and a baby

A loud sigh was heard throughout the bullpen as I looked at my phone, my fiancé was calling again. I answered it keeping my voice low, "I am literally at work saving lives right now." My fiancé immediately shot back, "I don't give a damn about your job. When are you gonna quit anyways? It's a pointless job and all it does is take you away from my watch." My fiancé was always an abusive bitch, I could take down serial killers all day, but never could leave her. This, this was the final straw, "My pointless job, saves hundreds if not thousands of lives a year. And I don't plan on leaving anytime soon. This team, is my family." She chuckled, "Like that bitch Emily. You've always liked her." I threw my file closed and took a long, deep, calming breath. "You're obviously correct Savannah, I have." I was speaking at a normal level now. I'm sandwiched between Emily and Morgan so they could hear me. Concerned they looked at me, "Just like you've always liked every guy who walked your direction. Don't act innocent, I've always been fully aware of your games. When I get home tonight, I want you and your shit, out of MY house. I worked my ass off for that house. Am I clear?" My tone was clear, DO NOT FUCK WITH ME. Emily was growing more worried with every second that passed, you were so angry but so calm at the same time. "You could've declined my proposal-" "Oh so you could hit me into saying yes? I have work to do. Burn in hell." I threw my phone down and laid my head on your desk. Emily wanted to ask, but you seemed you wanted to be left alone so she pulled out a sticky note and a pen, "Just making sure you don't need a hug. <3" She stuck it on a file and slipped it onto your desk. A few minutes later after I calmed down I noticed it. I smiled as you read it and looked at her nodding. The bullpen was busy and loud so when Prentiss took me into her arms and held me tight, no one could hear her heart beating out of her chest. See Emily Prentiss has been head over heels for Y/n since the day Hotch introduced her. The way she giggled, argued, took down shots of whiskey likes it's nothing. All of her amazed Emily. When I finally pulled away from her, I had tears threatening to spill and Emily saw them grabbed my hand and pulling me into the conference room. She quickly closed the door and pulled me back into her arms. Where I instantly fell apart, "I'm so sorry. I should've said something, you guys could've helped me. I was just so scared o-of her." Emily didn't need an explanation she just nodded, rubbed my back and said, "It's okay."

As I finished my paperwork for the day I groaned remembering the mess I had to go home to. I starting gathering my stuff when Emily stood up, grabbing her things too. "Let me drive you home. If she's still there, we'll grab you some clothes and leave. If she isn't, I'm staying the night to make sure she doesn't come back." I was taken aback, "Em, you don't have to do that. I'll be fine I-" "Y/n, you said you were fine the past 4 years. Get your stuff let's go." I simply nodded and grabbed my keys along with my other stuff. The two of us chatted about random things until we slipped into her car. She started it and looked at me, "I promise you, as long as I'm there, she cannot touch you." She meant it too, she would die before Savannah ever touched your incredibly soft skin again. I reached over and hugged her, "Thank you." When she pulled into my driveway I felt a knot form in my stomach. "Her cars not here." I stated as I unlocked the door, clicking the door open and switching on the lights. I gasped at the sight in front of me, she had broken everything that mattered to me. Emily was frozen in place as I carefully picked things up crying. Eventually the brunette closed the door behind her and I looked at her. "She broke everything that had meaning. Memories. Good ones and bad." You looked so defeated it broke Emily's heart. She wanted to pick up all the pieces and fix everything, but it was all broken beyond repair.

The next few hours we spent picking up broken things and explaining their meaning to me. Some I explained, others I moved past. We were almost done cleaning with Emily she spotted a broken frame with what looked like an ultrasound picture beside it. She swallowed hard and picked up the picture, "Y/n/n, you might want to keep this." When I turned around I went pale and my heart dropped to my toes. My biggest secret was just exposed to someone who probably already thought I was the biggest mess. I took the picture from her and let a tear slip, "It's not my kid. My best friend in high school got pregnant in college, I went to every appointment with her because the kid's father was a jerk. After one of her appointments, she was killed in a hit-and-run outside the doctor's office. They did everything they could but she and the baby died in my arms. I immediately changed my major and made it my goal to save lives." For what seemed like the 100th time that day, I cried and Emily held me. "Listen to me, you are the strongest person I know, and I got staked in the stomach." We both chuckled and I pulled away still close to her though. "You are beautiful, and so amazing. Some girl would be incredibly lucky to have you." My heart fluttered hearing those words leave her mouth. Savannah always knew it even when I didn't, I loved Prentiss. It was at that very moment, surrounded by trash bags full of broken glass, pottery, and pillow stuffing, that we both knew. Emily's heart was racing but she couldn't stand it anymore, she reached forwards and grabbed my waist pulling me into her and I grabbed her shirt collar pulling her face inches from mine. My palms were sweaty but the butterflies I felt in my stomach overpowered the palm sweat. "Kiss me please Y/n." And that's all it took for me to crash my lips onto her incredibly soft ones. I took another half step towards her wanting more contact and Emily gripped my waist for dear life. Her tongue slipped into my mouth and what felt like a perfect kiss was the start to the best love story.

#emily prentiss fanfic #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss #criminalmindsxreader

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eletricheart · 2 years ago

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Chaotic Peace

(Donna Beneviento x Reader)

*image creds to owner

Word count: 455

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It was a peaceful day for Donna, she was working on some dolls when noticed the complete silence, which was odd considering the Dimitrescu girls were visiting. There was no high pitched laughing followed by you yelling and cursing Angie, nor the noise of multiples flies and laughter.

Donna stood up once two full minutes had gone by with nothing crashing. At first she considered you all died, but that would've been loud since you wouldn't go down without a fight.

The dollmaker took the elevator to the first floor with fidgeting hands, trying to not get too caught up in her own head. She was heading for the second floor when heard whispers coming from the kitchen. Moving silently she stood at the door watching you, Angie, Cass, Dani and Bella arguing over a broken oven.

You only noticed Donna when she released her breath in relief. Making everyone turn around like deers in highlight.

The dollmaker only pointed at the destruction before loud arguing broke free. The lady waited for it to cease so that her voice could be heard. "So, who did it? I'm not mad, I just want to know"

Bella was the first to speak. "It was me, I did it."

Donna shook her head. "I know you didn't do it. Cass?"

Cassandra was the second. "I don't wanna say it but Daniela has been really quiet."

Daniela turned with a gasp. "Oh really?!"

Bella tried to take the blame again but Donna didn't accept it. The dollmaker looked at you with a questioning look.

In which you took with surprise. "Don't look at me, look at Angie."

The doll tried to jump on you but Daniela held her. "I didn't break it you lying piece of sh-"

You cut her off before an hour of cursing. "How did you even know it was broken?!"

The doll gasps in frustration. "Because it's sitting right in front of us and it's broken."

Cassandra, not backing down, talked again. "Daniela was the last one seen close to it, she clearly did it!"

Dani looked as furious as ever, with only Bella separating both sisters. "I don't even do that crap, everyone knows I can't cook."

Hell broke loose again in the kitchen with Donna still at the door holding her head in her hands.

The oven was broken a few days ago when Donna was trying to bake but couldn't get the timing right, so she called her dolls to destroy it. The dollmaker expected that in a few minutes, Angie would go after you with a knife, Cassandra and Daniela would set the room on fire and Bella would call her mother and ask her to "save her from these savages".

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#resident evil village #re8 #non canon #resident evil #donna beneviento #fanfic #re8 incorrect quotes #lady beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #re8 donna #cassandra dimitrescu #bella dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady angie #angie re8

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ohwell-itsme-but-danganronpa · 10 months ago

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Pit orphanes kaimaki's kid (kind of)

Hina: I had an AU where Kaito got really sick and knew he was gonna die so he recorded all these videos for his daughter before he passed and instructed Saiou to give them to her at different points of her life It was based on the elephant from inside out dying lmao He plans videos for moments that might not even happen He has several shovel talk videos And they differ based on his kids sexuality He made all these coming out videos of him being supportive

Beez: help the way i was about to say imagine he has a video prepped for when his daughter gets a bf but she turns out gay [sob emoji]

Sini: He went through his gay acceptance/understanding arc

Hina: Comforting after a breakup. “I know your partner broke your heart, and that sucks. I promise, I’ll haunt them for the rest of eternity, and I’m sure your uncle Kokichi will make their life a living hell.” Okay just Imagine He’s recording all these taps And there’s so many But you can see him slowly getting more run down as he does But he’s still smiling in all of them He wants his daughter to know just how much her dad loved her. He knows that Shuichi and Kokichi will take care of her But

Sini: IT'S NOT THE SAME He wanted to see his daughter grow up

Hina: Exactly That’s all he wanted, more than anything But he won’t be able to I headcanon he gets sick when she’s really young too So he doesn’t even know if she’ll remember him, and that’s another reason he wants to make these

Ves: there's a video of him apologizing in case she inherits his sickness

Hina: I think he has a video just labeled. “Give this to her when she’s ready” and it’s him explaining how he died This is gonna sound really stupid but he leaves his daughter these galaxy crocs and now she wears them all the time They’re a million times too big (Also his daughter having to do a project for school about her hero and she picks him)

Checkers: does he leave her The Jacket

Hina: Absolutely Also I imagine he tells Saiou not to watch the videos before she does. He wants her to be the first to see them And the first time they show her one and she’s just so excited, not really understanding As they realize exactly what they are

Sini: "Dada!" : D She reaches out

Ves: there's simple videos of him singing lullabies, reading stories, etc that she watches over and over as a little kid she knows his voice as well as anyone else's :')

Hina: Also just when she argues with Saiou, screaming about how they’re not her real dad.

Checkers: How old is she when she sees the first video? Hina: Probably 4-6 I don’t have an exact date for when Kaito dies but She’s around those ages

[me? coming in late and changing the flow of the conversation? more likely than you think]

Wh. What happened to her mom?

Hina: Great question. No idea skskskskks

Sini: I assumed Maki was the mom-

Hina: I wasn’t sure if it was Maki who just went MIA or what but Mom isn’t around

Ves: if mom isn't in the picture. wouldn't he have had to give up going to space? for her?

Hina: And he was 1000% ready to do it

Sini: She's his brightest star

Hina: Also when I said it was inspired by the elephant from inside out [sends gif of the elephant saying "Take her to the moon for me. Okay?"] That’s the quote I based this on

I don't want Maki to die in child birth so divorce it is, my default hc for her realizing she's a lesbian only after a longterm relationship with him not working out the way she thought it would Activated

Hina: Does she try to reach out to Maki later

I think Maki would just, loose the rights in court at first bc Kaito is better off and later be unavailable for some reason

She's broke bc the divorce goes thru as her fault and not an agreement so Kaito takes everything and then she moves to another country for work

Clown_Chaoticz: OHHH. If the reason over her leaving is along the lines of her having the realization it isn't the life she wants. It would be so cathartic for them to have a conversation later on that's just Maki explaining why she couldn't be her mom. It's not that she had done anything wrong, some people are just not cut out for that lifestyle. She wasn't. And she won't be. It's not the beginning of a new relationship between them. But its closure. I like that sorta thing

I didn't know how to put it but, yeah, I don't think she fought to get the weekends

Clown_Chaoticz: Does she keep in contact with saiou at least?? How is Maki even feeling at the moment?? Did they separate on civil terms? Did they fight over it? Does she even get to grieve the friendship she lost?? MAN

I think it's really bitter and messy bc the kid is 2 or under and Kaito just refused to do an agreement of any kind because of that

Hina: DAMN KAITO MADE A HOT MESS OF THE DIVORCE?

If she's leaving them, then she's leaving with nothing, if she's breaking apart their family then she doesn't deserve any time with their daughter, should have stayed if she wanted to see her regularly He'd believe in staying together for the kids, it's his traditional upbringing striking again

Clown_Chaoticz: OHHH I didn't even think about the traditional nuclear family dynamic he'd favor Yeah I could see that being a source of conflict Man everyone here is NOT having a good time

Checkers: does Maki even know Kaito’s dead

Clown_Chaoticz: MAN IF SHE AT LEAST HAD THE PIECE OF MIND THAT SHE WAS LEAVING THE KID WITH KAITO NOTHING CAN STOP HIM. SHE DOESN'T HAVE A DOUBT THAT HE'D COMPENSATE FOR HER ABSENCE TEN FOLD ONLY TO REALIZE HES DEAD

Ves: HER DAUGHTER IS BEING RAISED BY KOKICHI!? SHE LEAVES YOU FOOLS FOR TEN MINUTES

Checkers: Is she even allowed to visit her daughter

Hina: I think that Maki doesn’t meet their daughter again till she’s older

Ves: is the daughter angry or just tired

Hina: I think a little bit

Apollo: I think Kokichi would be hesitant to let her visit but after talking to Shuichi, they'll allow it

Sini: It's Maki, and given his possible trauma with being abandoned, probably even by his parents…..Yeah-

Apollo: Kokichi, having his own abandonment issues: I dunno Shuichi: Kaito would want them to at least meet once Kokichi: Ugh you're right…But I'm being in the room to make sure everything goes well. It's awkward but can you blame him? He has his own issues he's still working through plus he's never had the best relationship with Maki

Sini: And then she pulls something like that which makes it sm worse He sees her as hypocritical in a sense, cause an orphan like her should've known better to do that Kaito knowing that his death will inflict the same trauma on his daughter that his own parents' death did on him : D It adds more reason to why he's upset at Maki

Checkers: She really just inherited both her parents’ parental issues

Apollo: Plus she's being raised by two guys with their own issues regarding parents. That poor girl

Sini: I don't think she'd be good in any of the V3 cast's hands. They're all fucked She's inheriting some trauma

Clown_Chaoticz: Okay. Considering part of the reason Maki and Ouma don't get along in the first place is due to ✨️ projection ✨️, "I hate that I look you and see the worst of what I could be/have been" silly guys who both end up throwing the last thing they'd ever want done to them at each other. IMAGINE the bitter feeling that would come from watching someone like Ouma live comfortably in the life that for a while she thought she wanted. Why couldn't she have had the same peace he seems to? Why was she never to fit herself in a place like that? She wanted to be happy about it. Why couldn't she be?

Sini: YEAH! Girl was forced to be a caretaker in the orphanage she lived in. It was something she was expected to do since she was young, it became one of her ultimate talents. It's part of what defined her….How could she not acheive what was expected of her her whole life?

Ves: taking care of children was the only reason she kept living for so many years…why shouldn't it be the core of her life? why can't she make herself keep doing it? she doesn't know how to live for herself. beyond the parentification, who even is she? but…she doesn't HAVE to live like that anymore. no one's got a gun to her head anymore. so… i'd flee the country too honestly maki on her self discovery europe backpacking trip

Hina: Caring for kids and having your own are so different She just Doesn't know how to be a mother in that way To actually be seen as nurturing Also her having to grieve Kaitos passing But not knowing how

Checkers: I assume it’s been a few years between Kaito’s death and Maki finding out It’s been so long, how does she grieve? She doesn’t know, like she doesn’t know how to face her daughter after so many years apart does her daughter even remember her

Hina: Her daughter probably doesn't She was only two Kaito having a video about Maki He has a couple: "For when she asks about her mom" "If her mom comes back" "If she wants to find her mom"

Checkers: I just had an awful thought Is there a video for in case Shuichi/Kokichi dies

Hina: Oh no He probably has one Wait imagine Something happens to either Shuichi or Kokichi And she just becomes terrified

Apollo: NOOOOOO SHE'S LOST HER DAD, SHE'S ONLY JUST SORTA RECONNECTED WITH HER MUM AND NOW ONE OF HER UNCLES IS HURT/DEAD

Hina: Just If something happened to one of them and she was ready to drop everything for them instead of Maki

Apollo: Maki doesn't know how to feel cause on one hand, she deserves it. She hasn't been in her life at all but on the other hand…It's Kokichi because despite how much of a help he's been in replacing her raising her daughter, a part of her still can't get over what he was like when they were younger

Checkers: I think it’d make for an interesting dynamic too if Shuichi was the one hurt, because Maki would see how capable Kokichi is with her daughter even under that much stress

Apollo: Like part of her still thinks Kokichi won't take things seriously but he seriously steps up and she has to admit he's changed from the brat he was Like she forgets that he's a LEADER It drives her nuts but she has to thank him

Hina: Maki has to deal with the fact that her only blood related family, likes her mortal enemy more than her That. Kaito would sooner trust their daughter with Kokichi Ouma than her

Apollo: It just…Hurts in a way she can't describe. She knows she left and all. She's not surprised Kaito trusted Shuichi but Kokichi? Was she really gone for that long that she missed him changing? Or was she too blind to see that he wasn't as horrible as she thought he was?

Sini: Love Maki realizing that she had Kokichi wrong the whole time And Kokichi in turn coming to terms with how complex Maki is

Hina: I'm just thinking about the idea of Saiou showing these videos to their daughter and when she first meets Maki she's just like. "You were absent my whole life, I know my dad more than I know you." And the fact she knows Kaito better when he was gone when she was an infant just

I'll give my idea for what could happen before someone else makes it angstier than it has to be: Shuichi gets shot while working on a case, so they rush to the hospital without knowing any details, but it's just a scare and he's mostly fine, going to have a cool scar, the bullet is already removed by the time they get there, it didn't hit anything vital and he's stable

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venusfalling · 2 years ago

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Breaking Someone Out of A German Prison is A Lot Easier than it Should Be

summary: You join Bucky and Sam on their mission. Zemo gets broken out of jail. You and Bucky argue

warnings: mean Bucky, angst

notes: Based on Ep. 3 of tfatws. Part 3 of the universe Where You Go, I Go universe

The florescent lights make the cement brick walls a sickly white, and you could see the vague outline of your reflection in the highly polished floors. The prisons in Germany were clean; well, at least this prison was. Bright, and white, and sterile. It was a miracle that anyone was ever rehabilitated from this place. The security guard leads Sam, Bucky, and you down a prison hallway towards him. You’d been thinking a lot about it on the plane ride to Berlin, and you hated this idea. Hated that Zemo would definitely get whatever he wanted out of this and you all would be left with more questions than answers. This was something you had emphasized to Bucky, but he was being annoyingly stubborn about the whole ordeal. You suspected that Bucky wanted more than answers to questions about new supersoldiers. After all that had happened the last time he encountered Zemo, it was only fair that Bucky wanted to face him again. “He’s just through that corridor,” the guard tells you. “Alright, give us a sec,” Bucky says. Then, when the guard leaves the three of you alone, he says one of the dumbest things you’ve ever heard come out of his mouth: “I’m gonna go in alone.” “What?!” you whisper harshly so that your voice doesn’t echo noisily through the empty hallway. “Why?” Sam asks at the same time. “Because you’re both Avengers. You know how he feels about that.” Bucky clenches his jaw when he meets your eyes. He’d been avoiding looking at you up until then, not wanting to see that scared look on your face. He hated when you worried. “It’s not like you two were known for frolickin’ in the sun together,” Sam argues. Bucky looks back at Sam. “He was obsessed with HYDRA. We have a history together. It makes sense for me to talk to him.” Flashes of that history come rushing back: the incident at the CIA station in Berlin, the fight at the airport, Siberia. “Yeah, but not alone!” your voice snaps him out of his memories. “Bucky—” you start, but he cuts you off. “Trust me. I got it.” Bucky walks away without another word. You want to stop him, but he’s always been so stubborn and you — well, you don’t want to be an overbearing wife. You trust him, and more importantly, he trusts himself to be in a room alone with Helmut Zemo. That trust gets you through the wait, and you think it’s all worked out until Bucky comes back with truly, the worst idea he’s ever had. “I think we should break Zemo out of jail.”

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“What the hell are you talking about, you want to break Zemo out of jail? Where are we, Buck? Have you lost your mind?” Sam has plenty to say on the subject. You on the other hand are dangerously quiet. Bucky leads you and Sam through a dark garage. The beam from your flashlight catches on car parts and tools as you scan the room for a light switch. “We have no leads, no moves, nothing,” he argues with Sam. “What we have is one of the most dangerous men in the world behind bars.” “And we also have eight Super Soldiers that are loose.” “Look, Zemo’s gonna mess with our minds. Especially yours. No offense.” “Offense,” Bucky mutters after finding the switch and flicking on the lights. “Super Soldiers go against everything he believes in. He is crazy, but he still has a code.” “That code of his didn’t keep him from blowing up the UN, from killing innocent people,” you interject. It wasn’t the first time that you and Bucky weren’t on the same page about something, but for it to be something this big made you nervous. You weren’t even sure what he was thinking anymore. “Guys, we don’t know how they’re gettin’ the serum. We don’t even know how many of them there are. Look, let me just walk you through a hypothetical.” “You already broke him out, didn’t you?” “No,” Bucky tries to defend himself just before the back door to the garage opens. The large shadow of a man grows smaller as Zemo makes his way over to where you are. “He broke himself out.” Sam and Bucky’s arguing intensifies, but you’re not sure what to do, so you just stand there as Zemo gets closer to you. Bucky and Sam don’t seem to notice. He looks at you and says, “And then there was one. The last Avenger. Where are your comrades? Dead, retired? Shouldn’t you be with them?” Bucky and Sam don’t seem to notice this conversation happening, still too busy deciding whether or not to send Zemo back. Your fingers twitch, and he looks down at your hands. He notices your ring. “Ah, I see.” He looks to Bucky then back at you. “I must say that is not something I expected, but it’s no matter. I believe it will make our mission much more fun.” The threats in his words make you think of how easily he tore the Avengers apart, of how he could tear you and Bucky apart. Of all the words you could defend yourself with, of all the words you could threaten him with, instead you say, “I’m sorry. About your family.” And of all the things you could have said, this seemed to hurt him the most. “Don’t you dare speak of my family,” he says between clenched teeth, taking one step closer to you. “Don’t you dare hurt mine.” It’s a plea you know won’t be heeded, but you try anyways. Sam speaks up from behind you, “If we do this, you,” he points at Zemo, “ don’t make a move without our permission.” “Fair.” “Okay Zemo, where do we start?” — The answer was Madripoor. You’d heard of the country before. There was a U.S. level three travel advisory for the island nation of the Indonesian archipelago. The flight there was tense. For the latter half of it, you mulled over Zemo’s words to Bucky: “You must have really looked up to Steve,” there goes Zemo. Meddling. “But I realized something when I met him. The danger with people like him, America’s Super Soldiers, is that we put them on pedestals.” “Watch your step, Zemo.” Sam warns. “They become symbols. Icons. And then we start to forget about their flaws. From there, cities fly, innocent people die. Movements are formed, wars are fought. You remember that, right? As a young soldier sent to Germany to stop a mad icon. Do we want to live in a world full of people like the Red Skull?” Zemo shakes his head. “No. That is why we are going to Madripoor.”

“Doll,” Bucky whispers to you, pulling you out of your reverie. “Are you alright?” “’M fine, Buck,” you whisper back. Bucky gives you a look that told you he knew you were lying and waits for you to continue talking. You turn around to see if anyone is watching or listening, finding Zemo asleep in his seat. Not that you’d trust that he was actually asleep, so you keep your voice low. “I hate this plan, Buck. I hate it, but I hate it even more that you didn’t even run it by me.” Bucky sighs. He knew this was coming. “Because I knew you’d say no.” “Of course, I would have said no!” you force yourself to keep your voice down. “After all he’s done to us, and you just let him out?” “We need him,” he says sharply, “and you know it. He’s already given us something.” “The only one who’s going to get what they want out of this is him, so don’t pretend that this is a good idea just because he’s given us a lead.” “You have any other ideas? I’ll turn this plane back around right now and put him back if you do,” Bucky says, crossing his arms. You huff. “Fine. We follow this stupid plan, but I hope you know that this is going to end in a fight. A bad one, because that’s what Zemo wants.” “That’s why I think you should go home.” “What?” “You haven’t—, you’re not—.” Bucky knew he was butchering this explanation, dancing around the fact that there were long-term consequences to your fight with Thanos before the Blip. He had crushed every single one of your ribs, one of which punctured a lung; a punishment for trying to peel the metal gauntlet from his hand. Now, your ribs hurt if you over worked yourself, and you still had trouble breathing when you ran. “It’s dangerous and you haven’t been in a fight since the Blip. You’ll get hurt. I couldn’t live with myself if—” “James Bucky Barnes, I am very well capable of taking care of myself, even now.” You turn to look out the window. “Look, I’m sorry, but—” “Just go away, Buck.”

#bucky barnes x reader #tfatws!bucky x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes angst

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specialagentlokitty · 2 years ago

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Reid x Male!reader - just need you

Like maybe reader makes it and he's able to tell Spencer how much he means to him, maybe Spencer admits his own feelings? Maybe a lil bit of the team being there for Spencer seeing as everyone kinda like a family lol (maybe a cute lil kiss between Spencer and reader) - @xweirdo101x 💜

Part two:

The team came rushing into the hospital, and they found Reid pacing back and forth looking a mess.

“Reid…”

He turned around and crashed into JJ who held him tightly as he sobbed.

They all stood near him, letting him know that they were there for him and he wasn’t going to do this alone.

Even with all these people he still felt so alone without you there, all he could do was wait, just like he had been.

“How long has it been?” Hotch asked softly.

“Three hours, two minutes and forty five seconds.”

They nodded.

Rossi left to try get some information about you, and Emily and JJ led Reid to go sit down while Derek went to go get him something to drink.

That was easily the longest night of his life, but finally a doctor came out.

“He’ll be fine, he should wake up in a few hours. I ask that only one person be in the room until he does, he needs a lot of attention right now.”

The team immediately volunteered Reid who didn’t argue with them and he rushed to your room.

He practically ran through the door and stopped to look at you, pale, hooked up to a bunch of different machines and a nurse stood by your bed.

“Hi, are you Spencer Reid?” She asked softly.

“I.. I.. Uhm.. yeah…”

She smiled and pulled up a chair for him so he could have a seat while she carried on with the lady if he checks.

When she was done she turned around to face him.

“While he was on the table he said he needed to tell you something. Do you want to hear it?”

Reid quickly nodded his head, needing to hear anything that you had said in that table, he didn’t care what it was, he had to hear it.

“He said he loved you. I thought you’d want to know.”

She smiled and left and Reid turned his attention back towards you.

Reid smoothed your hair the way you liked it, and he adjusted the blanket to cover you better and sat back down, taking your hand in his.

“You love me…” he whispered.

He was still trying to get over the fact that you loved him, and he thought about everything you had said and done.

All the times you spent together.

Everything you had done together and he smiled to himself.

“I.. I love you too (Y/N). I love you. And I.. I know maybe it’s too late.. but research says you can hear me… so I love you…”

Reid explained every reason he loved you.

Your smile.

Your laugh.

Your need to help people.

Your passion for music.

The way you loved to listen to him ramble.

He listened it all.

Hell, Reid could go forever about all the reason he loved you and why he needed to tell you.

When he felt your hand twitch he stopped and looked at you, calling out for a nurse to help you as you fought against the tube.

They got it out, checked you over, gave you some water, waited and finally left you both alone.

“Are you alright?” Reid asked softly.

You nodded and shuffled about a little.

Reid looked up and he saw you smiling and he furrowed his brows a little.

“You love me…” you teased lightly.

Immediately that put a flustered smile on his face and he avoided looking at you.

Sighing softly, he gently held out your hand to him and wiggled your fingers, gesturing for Reid to come over and he did.

He softly placed his hand in yours and sat on the bed with you, letting you lace your fingers with his own and he looked down at both your hands.

Reid smiled and you looked at him.

“I did it.. because I love you Spence..”

Reid looked at you.

“I love you too.. I just.. I just don’t want to loose you..”

You gestured for him to lean closer so he did and you brushed your nose against his.

“You won’t, I promise…”

Reid smiled, hesitated then he leaned, softly connecting both of you in a gentle but loving kiss that seemed to last forever.

What broke you apart was the sound of clapped and you both turned to doorway where the rest of the team where stood, Garica on FaceTime on a laptop.

“Finally!” She gushed.

Reid panicked and hid his face softly in your shoulder making you laugh a little bit as you brought your hand up to play with his hair as they all came in.

They checked on you and as soon as they made sure you were okay they dove into the questions about the pair of you and Reid kept himself hidden.

You smiled down at him and placed your head on his as you turned to the rest of the team who watched with soft smiles on their own

#criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds x y/n #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer x reader #spencer reid x you

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skeleton-mischief · 2 months ago

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Aaa miss your writing!!

How would the boys want to spend a lovely summer day?

Oh this is a fun one! Other than a stereotypical day at the beach(beach episoddde!) I can totally see how they'd spend their day on a particularly good summer day! Also, this will be placed as if these guys all lived together and would be able to enjoy their pool!

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Vanilla: If he's convinced to go in the water, he'd have a lovely time laying in a donut float and taking a nap or enjoying the sun with a pair of funky blue shades his brother got for him! Others would be in the pool too, but he would work more like an obstacle rather than a participant as he somehow never gets pulled underwater. He may experience getting splashed though, but he wouldn't mind. When the fight occurred, he simply teleported out and sat with Carmine and Wine

Cyperus and Powder: Both are definitely in the pool practicing their wonderful swimming skills, duh! The two would race back and forth or if they decided that the others got too rough, they'd work as little lift coaches to avoid any "rough" play. They at first monitored it just fine, but it quickly escalated

Carmine and Wine: Typically these skeletons can be seen outside in the summer heat dressed in funky but fashionable loose button up, tank tops, and shorts as they "get a nice sun tan." They would have this paired with nice black shades as they lounge in the beach chairs together judging the rest with light gossip. When the fight broke out Wine said with a smile: "how dreadful." While Carmine lightly sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose witnessing Rus participate

Stretch, Rus, and Cash: These three are the reason that Powder and Cyperus have to monitor the pools to begin with. It'd start simple really, just some light relaxation as they all are swimming in the pool. It wasn't even these three that started the pool fight, but they sure as hell escalated it as poor Stretch tried desperately to escape the tidal waves of getting eliminated. Cash was the one to escalate the fight, and Rus just decided to follow along

Red and Razz: These two. These diabolical two. They just had to argue really while they were in the pool. Red was making fun of Razz for taking his time getting in the pool because he may have a minor fear of drowning. It's logical is all! He read about how humans drown in pools when he saw that everyone wanted to hang out. As Red was making fun of him and the two were arguing, it was Cash that wanted to defend his brother as he splashed him. By the end of it, not even the two noble skeletons Powder and Cyperus could stop the war.

Coffee: The guy has never learned how to swim, so he didn't even get in the water. However, before the fight occurred he was along the sides with his legs in the water thanks to Vanilla coaxing him to at least get adjusted to the water and enjoy it a little instead of sitting out. Rus had even swam over and offered to hold his hand when getting in the water! Cash ruined it though when he joked about pulling him under and thus having Coffee run off with Saint out of fear

Saint: He wanted to get in the water, but Powder warned how he could easily get water in his skull. He did get in for a little bit, but Red splashed him and caused a negative reaction where he froze before grabbing a laughing Red and dragging him under. He wasn't trying to drown him! Just prove a point is all. Still, Cyperus lifted him while Powder helped Red back up before he was sent out of the pool. Later, Coffee joined him as the two watched the fight play out. It was secretly the first time he voted for Razz to kick Red's ass

Pitch and Lunar: The two are weary about just almost anything, so they wouldn't get in the pool. The two have their own reasons, but collectively they both agreed that all the swimming and stuff could make them hungry. Lunar would be the one to make lemonade as Pitch made sandwiches! The two would be able to bond as they share a rare, but nice afternoon. It was the two leaving the kitchen and shouting loud enough that actually got everyone to stop fighting for a light lunch break.(Pitch shouted first but Lunar's terrifying yell actually got them to truly stop.) Pitch grabbed Red like a troubled kitten and dragged him out while everyone else got out normally as he scolded him(⁠-⁠_⁠-⁠;⁠)

I had fun writing this! I always like to imagine what a domestic day would be like for the skeletons if they all lived together. I hope this is what you were asking for! Thank you for the ask and thank you for reading :-))

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cr1ms0n4nd-ac3 · 8 months ago

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Part 3: DAY 03

( Sleep Token Lyric Challenge by @a-s-levynn )

This ain't gonna be art for now..

yet.

But instead! An oc's sibling angst oneshot,but before you must start.. warnings ↓

{ TW/TRIGGER WARNINGS:

Implied kidnapping

Mentions of Dysfunctional Family and Implied Abuse(such as either mental, emotional and physical.)

Mentions of Death ( which includes characters who are my ocs, also um parent death. )

Implied Panic Attacks

Mentions of Nightmares

Styles of Anxiety and Paranoia

And Mental Heath mentioned.}

( Btw, just to let you know that this is only my oc lore and my interpretation canon lore to ST, and no this is not canon in real life that they will be having a new band member. I just had to clarify just in case fore' I had to block someone who had said it. )

That will be a first POV of this lore I will be working btw.. and with that!

Let us begin..

an Ascensionism inspired angst oneshot.

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[ August 3, 2023 took place of-

Las Vegas, the REDACTED Residence on a streetown. ]

There is no way, no way that the brother that I always love..

now went missing.

I can't be all alone! NOT LIKE THIS!!

Not without my brother like that!! How am I supposed to keep on waiting since he told me that secret?!

...But none of that matters anyway, my sisters were still nicer to me.. though I- can notice that they felt tired.

I see why..

All was starting with worry when Jasmine tried to call Ace, over and over again but there is no response.

Til now.. Hell broke loose when She and Nora began to argue outside of my room during 8:14 PM after Nora returned from working at Starbucks.. I didn't like that, when I began to just hearing that Ace haven't responded her calls.

I didn't believe her at first.. til I tried calling him too.

No responses.

Yet it's the same thing when I tried and tried again. But again, all nothing but silence.

Now I feel scared, scared if my brother was either snatched by someone, or is it because he was busy? But what I am now officially dealing with is that.. well—

I didn't want the broken family we used to had unto from return, Jasmine began to feel tired, feel workaholic, and yet anger is inside because she'll do what it takes to find Ace.. She now works for the detective after she had to quit her job for being a gardener, but Nora and I were worried, but we also didn't want to interrupt her.. and so, we had no choice.

We had to leave her and move somewhere so that she won't hurt us again.

Like our own mother and grandfather from before.

I remember Father and Auntie trying to protect us from them, not until they died from a terrible accident.. yet we're the only three left, the Siblings.

[ August 8, 2023, 10:38 PM.. 4 weeks later after. ]

My own sense of anxiety and paranoia began to spread as I was just lying still on my bed, staring at the celling from midnight. Reflecting it like a shadow shuddering behind the celling fan.. and yet I was shaking from only fear. Because of fear, only just fear and nothing else.

I can't help but feel nothing as a fragile doll, but I don't want them to know..

...There was a nightmare I had, 3 weeks ago at 11:11 PM.

I didn't even want to mention it but it was so scary... Scary but at first, me and Ace were just playing around at the neighborhood, I didn't realize that something happened. Then I stopped, in confusion.. and now scared, as I just saw my brother being held from blue strings, for me, I was forced to watch him get dragged away by... those 5 red eyes.

Yes, those 5 red eyes... I'm not sure what that was. But it scared me.

I was supposed to run up to my brother, reaching him, trying to save him from whatever is trying to get him.

But darkness nor light either tried to stop me, as I got greeted by an...archangel entity–like demi-god, it looked like a woman but not like that in my own eyes.

This demi-god I first saw has 5 eyes, white silvered skin, glowing red color, 3 wings, a black veil dressed and dried dark brown medium-like hair, while staring at my brother who is now in strings like a puppet doll. There was someone controlling him..

I was too frozen when staring at...whoever is hunting my dreams, the expression was blank, blank at first but there is a smile to the lips.. she slowly placed a finger on her lips to keep me quiet, I don't know what to do now but to nod despite my paranoia and fear beginning to rise up.

Then she proceeded to leave like a floating angel, when I tried to get up and shouted at my brother's name to make him "respond"..

I now woke up, shaking and shivering what I just witness.

It was someone, someone who was actually the one who took my brother away from me. And yet I...hated that nightmare. I really do.

Then weeks later, I always pretended that everything is okay to my sister Nora, she was suspicious at first but she always just shrugged and just..let that slide, thank god.

I was this lucky enough that I began to had an panic attack when I was home alone, lucky me didn't have the security cameras at our new home.. Wonder how Jasmine is okay but who knows...

I feel she is no longer the first older sister I loved now. She has changed.

But what that reminds me... Ace is a journalist, he is trying to research about that "Sleep" God he tells me and my sisters' stories about. Every now and then.

Until realization hits me...

Did it just..

.....Was it the one who took Ace?

..Did it, or she actually did?

Or is just my anxiety trying and making me feel delusional?

And yet I hate it.

I hated it so much that I can't help but cry quietly and softly in fear and anxiety mixing together from my brain and body, I tend to cover it with under my own pillow and my blanket.

This is really all my fault for keeping a lot of secrets, it must have been. Because before the week he went missing, he told me about something of him wanting to be a new bandmate of that band we all loved.

I just wish I could stay with Ace.

I just wish I couldn't keep his secrets but I just can't do it, ..bitter consequences will hit me if I say the truth to the ones I know.

This will be the bitter deception I will be forced to live on for now. And it cannot make me feel safe. Nor to set me free from the tragic and sadness that I've been through.

....But maybe.... just— m-maybe..

If you are really safe for me, or you feel comfort for being safe to whoever snatched you, dear brother..

Will you come home?

#oc #oc angst #fanfic #angst oneshot #oneshot #sleep token #sleep token oc #sleep token 666 #<- ( mentioned. )#sleep token band #sleep token fanfic #sleep token fanfiction #tw implied kidnapping #tw mentions of dysfunctional fam #tw mentions of death #tw anxiety #tw paranoia #tw mental health mention #tw parent death mention #tw implied abuse #tw mentions of nightmares #Poor Jake has been through a lot!!!#Btw. Jake and Jasmine will have a very important role during the lore expansion.. they've changed of what they do nor don't want to be now.#sleep token sleep #<- ( mentioned but she only appears in whatever scenes I put lol )#Ma boy is slowly bout to get mental health during the age of 11- I .... feel bad honestly to my ocs help #🥲😭 my honest reaction to this:#a series of small offerings #welp- time for day 4 tomorrow! this time its art again hehe...#time to torture Jake for angst- sorry little small blond boi 😭

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stilldancewithyou · 1 year ago

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This was posted earlier today. I have the updated article on my tumblr page. I think I’m ok with it if it happens. I think it heightens the emotions between Belly and Conrad. 🤔Thoughts?

Thank you so much (and shout out to the anons who sent me links. I'm gonna respond to all of y'all collectively with this one).

Honestly, at first my jaw was on the floor and I was just sitting there silently in shock. And I was kinda mad and upset. I just feel like they did this same exact thing with TATBILB and I just don't understand why she would spend so much time writing the characters a certain way and building such a beautiful little world with such respectful men and then changing such a big part of a characters beliefs and the way they were written. I know people are saying "JH is making it more sex positive and bringing the story into 2023" but tbh I don't think having a boundary and wanting to wait for the right moment (bc Belly DOES want to have sex (with both brothers at different points I'd argue) and she thinks about it in the books. she just wanted it to be special and the right moment). I don't think there's anything wrong with showing that and showing boys who respect the boundary and don't push it or force it. I think that is the most healthy thing you could show. Even though Jere has his flaws and gets annoyed about Belly not having sex with him, he doesn't really push her on it, he just respects the boundary and is silently mad about it. In hs my best friend had a boyfriend who was SUPER pushy, she was honest with him and kept telling him "no, i'm not ready yet" and he just kept pushing her about it, and eventually they broke up and she realized how awful that behavior (among other red flag behavior from him) was. I just feel like the message being sent to young girls today is not a good one and I was actually kind of excited to see a show that would portray sex in a different light. I clowned myself because I thought since JH is the showrunner, she'd keep the important things from the books. But I guess this is a battle we are losing lol. That Christmas scene was so so good in the book, and the way Conrad is with Belly, how he recognizes the importance and wants it to be special for her...I was really looking forward to that.

After much consideration, I think I'm actually okay with it, as long as it's Conrad. And I have a feeling it is going to be Conrad, in Cousins in December. That's kind of the only way it would make sense is if it happens there. Also the fact that they bring up the fact that she loses her virginity immediately following "Tung...wanted to ensure that key moments from the second book...carried the same weight and resonance when adapted for the screen". The first thing that popped into my head after I read that was the Christmas in Cousins scene, because I felt like that whole thing resonated heavily in the book and it was really important. Also if I'm right and it is Conrad in Cousins, it actually adds more flames to the fire and more angst to the 3rd book storyline, because if she doesn't sleep with Jere but he finds out somehow that she did sleep with Conrad, and then finds out she ended up alone with him in Cousins again and didn't tell him? Oh that will be GOLD. Jere sleeping with the sorority sister could still carry the same amount weight. Just because the audience knows she lost her virginity to Conrad doesn't mean any of the other characters are going to know. And Conrad strikes me as a guy who wouldn't kiss and tell (and especially his own jealous little brother and Belly's older brother lol). I think they could 100% pull off the rest of the plot and still have her give herself fully to Conrad. But I can see the secret coming out to Jeremiah in the heat of an argument and all hell breaking loose. I think it'll be fine. It has to be lol

also who's idea was it to drop this spoiler-ish bomb on us two days before the start of the season?? I just wanna talk

#tsitp #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp season 2 #conrad fisher #belly x conrad #belly conklin

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integra1127grimmreaper · 2 years ago

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The Replacement - Part twenty-five

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Part 24

Warning: Mention of violence and death

"We're running on empty now..." you remark while making breakfast for the kids.

"Not quite sure how much further I can stretch what we got."

"I know..." Rosita heavily sighs out.

"I just hope the others make it back in time."

"Me too" you respond, leaving the kitchen to deliver the food to the kids.

Coming back into the kitchen, you begin storing the leftovers.

"I hope they don't mind having the same thing for dinner."

"Have you eaten?" Rosita asks then.

"I'll be fine" you brush her off.

"Y/N..." Rosita frowns at you disapprovingly.

"You have to eat."

"The children need the food more" you argue.

"Precisely" Rosita rebuts.

"Including the one in your womb. You need to keep your strength up, you need to eat... if only for the health of your baby."

Letting out a sigh of defeat, you head to the refrigerator to grab yourself a portion of the food.

"Happy..." you mumble out with a mouth full of food.

"Very much" Rosita grins at you.

"I might not like the kid's father, but I've grown to respect and like you."

"Thanks..." you chuckle at her remark.

"You mind watching Coco for me?" Rosita then asks.

"Sure, no problem" you nod in agreement.

They had made it out alive from the tunnels, but now it seemed that Negan and the rest of the team's luck had run out.

On their way to a detour to restock up on supplies, the team ran into a horrendous scene; dead bodies were strung up on posts all along the road they were traveling.

"This place sure has gone to shit last time I was here" Negan remarks staring at the scene in front of him, along with everyone else.

"Let's double back..." Negan suggests.

"We can cut thro-"

An arrow suddenly comes flying out of nowhere, hitting Roy directly in the eye. Before anyone knew what was going on; all hell broke loose, arrows and throwing knives were raining down on them from all angles.

Everyone scatters for cover then as a large group of heavily armed men slowly approached them.

"Run!" someone screams as arrows and knives whisked pass them, connecting with most of the group members as they fled for their lives.

Negan after being injured in the leg during the attack, manages to come across an abandoned shopping mall.

He decides to take a breather and hide out inside until the coast is clear, which ends up being a wise decision for both Alden and Maggie.

Hearing a commotion coming from the upper floor, Negan makes it just in time to assist Maggie in her struggle with one of their attackers, clobbering the person over the head with his crowbar.

Realising that Alden was in trouble, Maggie grabs a knife, throwing it into the back of the one attacking him.

Crying out in pain, the attacker throws something in their direction. Realising what it was, Negan grabs hold of Maggie and dives for cover as a blinding explosion goes off.

As visibility began to clear, while still slightly disorientated; Maggie points out to Negan that the body of the one that had attacked her has disappeared, along with the second person.

Rushing toward Alden, they find him gravely injured.

"Jesus..." Negan mutters out at the sight.

"Let's see" Maggie remarks.

"Sure thing Boss..." Alden responds sarcastically.

"That good huh?" he remarks when they remain deadly silent after having looked at his injuries.

"You can walk?" Maggie asks him.

"Not gonna know until we try" Alden replies as Maggie grabs hold of him to assist in getting up from the floor.

"Whoa, Whoa..." Negan utters in concern.

"You're not seriously thinking that we keep going?"

"They'll be back, we gotta keep moving..." Alden comments.

"Wait, what exactly is the plan here?" Negan asks then.

"The plan doesn't change" Maggie responds.

"We need that food. We get to the radio tower, find the supply house, and wait for the others."

"And what if the others are dead?" Negan enquires.

"Listen... I know theatrics. Those people, they just told us exactly how insane they are... We can't be on a road; we can't be on any road that they could use. It's a shit plan."

"Then you tell me a better one that doesn't starve us all..." Maggie hisses out at him.

"I am on your side, Maggie..."

"Then help me with him..." she remarks.

Realizing that she wasn't going to change her mind about the plan, Negan assist in helping Alden get up and out of the building.

Going at a slow pace due to Alden's injuries, they hear the sound of a woman scream while fighting off Walkers.

"Really? So, we're just gonna go toward the screaming...?" Negan remarks sarcastically as Maggie and Alden make their way to where the sound was coming from.

"Cool..." he comments as they continue on in the direction.

When getting closer, they then come across, Agatha fighting off some Walkers.

After having taken the Walkers out, she then informs Maggie that, Duncan looks to be mortally wounded.

As Maggie rushes to his side, another Walker comes up from the side, heading directly for Alden. He goes to stab it but ends up lodging his knife in the Walkers cheek instead.

Removing the knife and going for a second attempt, he finally nails it in the head; causing Negan to stare in amusement as he struggles to catch his breath thereafter.

Everyone stood silent as Maggie spoke with a dying Duncan, not long after their conversation he passes away and a mournful Maggie takes care that he doesn't turn.

"Twice as many as before" Negan remarks as Maggie stares out through binoculars at the herd of Walkers roaming the forest up ahead of them.

"You need to rethink your plan, Maggie."

"You're a free man, Negan" she replies.

"If you wanna go, then go."

Knowing that it really wasn't an option for him, not with having a pregnant wife back home that was just as in need for that food; Negan tries to reason with her then.

"I can help you. Your friends, they trusted me... You were gone for a long time... things changed; people change."

"No" Maggie remarks.

"Maybe you got them fooled, but not me... Stop pretending you're one of us, Negan."

Negan stares at her silently then as she continues on.

"Maybe you even believe it, but you're probably as good at lying to yourself as you are to everybody else, especially Y/N. You think I don't see how tightly you got her wrapped around your finger? She's a fool... because you're nothing but a manipulating liar, and one day soon she'll see the real you."

Taken aback by Maggie's last words, Negan stares at her silently for a second, deciding to drop the matter then and walks away instead.

Keeping his distance from Maggie and the rest as they continued on through the forest, Negan suddenly stops in his tracks when coming face to face with a completely charred Walker tied up to a tree, with the name; Judas written above its head.

"What the hell?" Maggie remarks seeing it.

Negan looks over his shoulder at her, silently turning back to stare at the Walker again, and that was when he notices that they were slowly being surrounded by Walkers.

They try as quickly as possible to escape, but with Alden being injured they soon find themselves caged in, having to fight their way out now.

Negan and Agatha try to take out as many of them as possible while covering Maggie and Alden's escape, but somehow during it; Agatha gets bitten on the arm.

While helping Alden, Negan notices Maggie attempting to save her as both are being swarmed by Walkers.

Rushing in, Negan seeing that Agatha was a lost cause; grabs hold of Maggie, dragging her out from it while she screamed and fought him in wanting to save her friend.

You were standing outside on the porch with Coco when, Carol, Rosita, Magna and Kelly walked through the gates, along with Alexandria's missing horses.

"I see you guys found the horses" you remark to Rosita as she walked toward you.

"Yeah, we almost lost hope, but somehow we came through..."

"It's good we have them back, we'll need them..." you nod.

"Yeah, we'll need them for going on runs" Rosita agrees.

"I meant as a food supply..." you reply matter-of-factly.

"I didn't think of that" Rosita cringes slightly.

"It's better than starving" you remark.

Your and Carol's mind seemed to have had the same thoughts, it wasn't long after your conversation with Rosita, that she and Aaron came out of the barn with buckets of raw meat.

"I see you had the same thought as I had" you remark to Carol.

"We have no other choice..." she replies.

"I know, that's exactly what I told Rosita... horse meat is better than starving to death."

"You'll help me with preparing it?" Carol faintly smiles at your comment.

"Sure, let's get it ready" you smile at her in response.

"Here you go, Kiddo..." you hand Judith a plate with enough meat for her and the others.

"Where did you guys get meat?" she stares at the plate in surprise.

"I thought all the deer were gone."

You grimace at her silently, crouching down to her eye level.

"I ain't gonna lie to ya Jud, it's horse meat..."

"Horse meat...?" she looks at you in shock.

You nod at her in response.

"We don't have any other choice, Sweetie... it's either this or we starve."

"I guess so then..." Judith grimaces at the plate deep in thought.

She was just a few steps away, when suddenly she turned back around.

"Have you eaten, Aunt Y/N?"

"Not yet..." you stare in surprise at her question.

"Is there enough for you as well? If not, you can have mine..."

"There's over enough, Sweetie, don't worry" you frown at her remark.

"Why do you ask?"

Placing the plate on the table, Judith steps closer to you.

"I overheard your conversation with Rosita this morning... you need to eat for the baby's sake."

Gasping out softly at her words, you carefully scan around to see if anyone heard her.

"Don't worry, Sweetheart, I'm going to eat as well" you faintly smile at her.

"Can I ask a favour?"

"Sure..." Judith nods.

"Could we keep me being pregnant just between the two of us?"

Judith stares at you silently for a second, and then nods in agreement.

"It's because you're scared about how people are going to react when they find out Negan's the baby's dad."

You couldn't help but smile at how extremely smart she was for her young age.

"How did you figure it out?"

Judith stares at you deadpan, "why do you think I kept talking about him to you, and you to him?"

"Were you playing matchmaker...?" you chuckle at her comment.

"I think you two make a cute couple..." she flashes you a toothy grin.

"Go on and eat..." you chuckle, shaking your head at her being a smartass.

"Goddamn... shit..." Negan grunts, spitting out the protein bar he had taken a bite of.

"What...?" he remarks noticing Alden and Maggie staring at him.

"You like the taste of crap carboard?"

Neither of the two responds to him, instead they notice the sounds of vultures circling above them.

"We should get back in the woods" Negan remarks.

"The road is faster" Maggie objects his suggestion.

"He's right" Alden comments.

"Woods have cover, it's safer."

Noticing a church up ahead points to it, "let's go there."

"We need to keep moving" Alden objects.

"No, we need a break" Maggie responds.

Entering the church, Maggie helps Alden to sit.

"We'll rest here for a while, then we'll head out, ok?"

Silently standing to the side, a slightly agitated Negan stare at the two.

"I know what ya thinking... the answer is; no" Maggie remarks to him.

Staring at her in a slight amused manner, Negan softly scoffs at her response.

Alden proceeds then to convince Maggie to go on without him, but she objects to it at every point he makes.

"The sun is going down, Maggie..." Negan interrupts their debate.

"You have to make a decision."

"It's easy for you, isn't it?" Maggie sneers out.

"Being reckless with somebody else's life."

Negan doesn't respond, instead staring her dead in the eye as she continues on.

"But you don't get to decide who lives and who dies anymore. It's your fault that we're here... it's your fault. Because you destroyed everything we built."

That's just the thing... there were two lives that he was responsible for now, and they were the only reason he was even here doing this.

"You still have to decide..."

Part 26

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