#I've already made it but it was crappy it's embarrassing..

[j0kers-light]

Dear Chaos, sorry I've been so absent lately. A lot has been happening lately but I just wanted to say that the latest HL chapter is just perfection🫶

I do have another idea for a request. What if HL got in a car accident while on the phone with J? He goes out to find her but she is not at the scene anymore. Maybe because she was taken to the hospital or taken hostage by two face.

No rush my love, take all the time you need. You're the best!

His Lighthouse: Broken Promises (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Broken Promises - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A CHAPTER UPDATE!

Hey hi @darthjokerisyourfather 🖤✨

Never apologize for living your life! I should apologize for this crappy title. I don't like it. 🙃 I thank you so much for requesting this! You always manage to pull me out of my writer's block with your beautiful imagination! I also thank you for your patience and your kindness. Just how long did you wait for this? 😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖😖 ugh, please don't hate me love! *dodges flying tomatoes*

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Joker must have forgotten. That was the only explanation you had for his absence. 

You sat in a fancy Gotham City restaurant trying not to let the pitiful glares bother you. The low murmurs of surrounding conversations and the constant clinking of chinaware did nothing to block the embarrassment you felt.  

A giant red, ‘I got stood up’ sign was painted on your forehead. The mocking snickers and pitiful looks became more obvious as time passed.  

You wanted to keep a glimmer of hope that Joker was coming, yet you sat alone at the table, nursing your favorite drink and eating too much bread to be considered healthy.  

During the second, or maybe the third basket, you came to the heartbreaking conclusion. 

Joker forgot about the date that HE organized.  

Why were you not surprised? This was Joker after all and unfortunately, this had become the norm as of late.  

You flicked breadcrumbs from your fingers before smoothing your dress down for the umpteenth time. There were probably noticeable wrinkles with how much you clenched the fabric throughout the evening. More importantly, you hated that you got all dolled up for nothing.  

The formfitting dress in your favorite color was brand new and you spent countless hours taming your natural hair into a new hairstyle to compliment your outfit.  

Your curls were defined and voluminous framing your face and pretty jewelry adorned your skin helped complete the look.  

Just thinking about the time and energy you wasted for this failure of a date made you tear up until you remembered your mascara was not waterproof. You refused to let your emotions get the better of you in public. It was already humiliating enough and a gorgeous blonde two tables away kept rubbing in your embarrassment with her sharp red lips curling into a smirk every time she laughed. 

You would bet a penny she was a true mean girl back in high school.  

You didn’t want to wallow in this misery any longer. Joker was obviously not coming, so it was time for you to leave.  

Maybe on the way home you could pick up some ice cream and perform some self-care to restore your mood. A nice warm bath with candles and a good playlist in the background would clear up the disappointment you felt.  

Oh, but leaving would take a herculean effort. You would have to put on a brave face and walk out with the entire restaurant staring at you. Alone.  

The things Joker put you through.  

You cleared your throat and plastered a fake confident smile on your face to flag down the waiter. She was already on standby. Bless her. She kept your glass following throughout the night and she didn’t judge you with each basket of bread delivered to your table. 

She been in the industry long enough to know you were stood up. It broke her heart to see you, a beautiful woman, plagued by a man and his ignorance. She and a few other waiters would foot your bill. It was the least they could do to help a fellow sister in need. 

The world needed more girls like her in it. Her supportive smile gave you the energy to stand up tall as you walked out.  

But the second you got into the driver’s seat of your SUV, the floodgates opened with no end in sight. Screw your makeup, you were holding this sob fest in for hours.  

You probably looked a hot mess crying in the car but more than anything, you were mad at Joker for not keeping his promise. Again.  

It wouldn’t be as heartbreaking if this was the first time he left you hanging. Oh no, this was a reoccurring issue.  

You were so tired of being treated like the middle child. Joker needed hear about this. It was his fault you were feeling miserable. 

Deep down, you just wanted to hear his voice. Maybe this was all some big misunderstanding!  

Despite arriving at the restaurant ten minute early, (and triple checking to make sure it was the correct one) perhaps you were in the wrong and not Joker. Any and all excuses floated inside your head to cut Joker some slack. Because if he was truly at fault, then your heart would simply shatter. 

You temporarily stopped the waterworks to find your phone and dial a number you knew by heart. It rang until Joker’s raspy voice reached your ears. “Heyy Bunny. What a uhh unexpected surprise!”  

His words made your heart develop a stress crack. You choked back a sob and Joker instantly heard it. “Bun what’s wrong?” 

“D-Did you forget about tonight?” You glanced out the window as a few cars passed by. 

“Uhhhh.. tonight?” Joker mumbled the word over and over trying to jog his memory.  

You didn’t know if he was making fun of you or if he genuinely couldn’t recall. Either way, you were fed up. “Our date night! The one that you made reservations for!” you sobbed. 

“Oh. That. I err.. lost track of time.” You couldn’t take it anymore. Joker’s nonchalant tone was your tipping point.  

“Light, are ya still there?” He asked when you didn’t reply. When you did, you had plenty to say. 

“Lost track of time? You? Lost track of... please tell me you are joking? I sat at our table for two hours waiting for you! Everyone made fun of me for being stood up while you lost track of time!”  

“Aww don’t cryy! I can be there in—” 

Your tone was sharp and firm, “Don’t bother Joker.” you started the SUV as you put your seatbelt on with your other hand. “I’m going home.”  

There was a brief delay in the phone signal as it connected to the car’s system, but you still heard Joker’s string of no’s. “Let me make it up to ya!”  

He really thought you would give him another chance? Your lips silently recited the apologizes that oozed from Joker’s lips like oil. 

“Tonight was supposed to be you making up for ditching me last week or have you forgotten? Urgh! You keep putting me off J, and it isn’t fair!”  

You pulled the car into drive and exited the car park. Joker hated to hear your accusations, but you were right.  

His line of work had recently picked up and every time he made plans with you, they were delayed or flat out cancelled to make way for something more nefarious.  

He was putting work over you, something he vowed never to do. That did not mean he would tolerate you talking back to him like you were. “Y/n, I am—” 

“Save it Joker! Your apologies mean nothing when your actions don’t follow suit.” He heard your blinker on in the background as he tried to make amends.

It wasn’t good to be driving in your current emotional state and trying to tell you what to do would only stir up more attitude from you. 

It was worth a try. He could deal with a bratty bunny later.  

“Doll, can ya pull over so we can talK about thiss? I can uhh, meet up with ya and we can do something. Just. Us.” 

That was new.  

You pondered the suggestion for a second and began turning onto a deserted backroad. It would take you straight to your apartment in a fraction of the time it would take driving on the highway. “No, Joker, I’m done listening to—” 

The unnatural sound of metal clashing and scraping against metal violently pierced through the phone’s speakers and cut you off mid sentence.  

It twisted loudly, making horrifying cracks and pops that lasted for ages—when it was just a matter of seconds. Joker’s keen ear knew what was occurring, but it didn’t seem real.  

These things shouldn’t happen to his Light. Joker made sure your vehicle was military grade. Nothing should have been able to topple it over, much less allow it to roll twice. He just sat helplessly, listening to the impossible unfold.  

As the metal settled, the phone called continued in eerie silence. Then he waited and waited, hoping this to be nothing but a dream.  

Maybe it was another car and you were stunned into silence. The only downside, he couldn’t hear you breathing.  

“Bunny. B-Bun? No… m-my Light? Y/n?” 

Joker used every nickname he had for you but none provoked a response. So, Joker flat out started to beg. “Y/n.. please..  

His pleas died out the moment he heard a new sound. Footsteps on broken glass. Two sets at that which were approaching to wherever your phone was tossed.  

“F__k, did you have to ram her so hard? The boss wants her alive remember? See, she’s unconscious!” A gruff voice said.  

Joker honed in on the voice like a bloodhound and narrowed his eyes when another person spoke up with a much thicker Gotham accent.  

“Even better for us. Grab her feet, I’ll get her shoulders. N’hurry up before someone comes.” 

“Don’t rush me! Agh, I can’t get a good grip, she’s all bloody!” 

Joker’s heart plummeted to his stomach. You were more injured that he thought. His mind already started to visualize the worst scenario imaginable.  

The two men continued to bicker although Joker tuned out their useless chatter. He didn’t want to believe what he just heard.  

Two men deliberately rammed you off the road. Gotham City was vast and Joker had many enemies both local and abroad. Narrowing down exactly who did this would be impossible, although he had a clue who the culprit was.  

Joker was still in lala land when Frost cleared his throat.  

He didn’t care about J taking a call during the meeting, but he could tell something wasn’t right. Joker had frozen up like a statue halfway through and it took Frost kicking J’s chair to snap the clown out of whatever rabbit hole he fell in.  

Before Frost could speak, J beat him to it. “Track B’s car. I need a location, now.”  

The room went silent at the shaky tone Joker used. He could care less about showing weakness in front of his men. He would worry about optics later.  

Right now, you were the only constant on his mind.  

Frost didn’t ask for context; he did what he was told and seconds later, he voiced his findings to the room.

“That’s weird.” He tapped the keyboard again to get more accurate data. “It's on the stretch of Kane St, idle and with the engine off.” 

He looked up into the turbulent waves that made up Joker’s eyes. No words were needed. This was a full-on Nightfall procedure. You were in danger.  

Frost hoped that whoever hurt you had enjoyed their life because the wrath of Joker was coming to reap their soul.  

Not a word was spoken when the four men arrived at the scene.  

All that was left of your vehicle was a mangled wreckage still smoldering in the dead of night. Frost sought out to find any evidence while Neo and Mac took pictures. Joker was like a ghost watching it all unfold.  

He found one of your shoes lying nearby and picked it up with shaky hands.  

It was new with hardly any scuff marks on its lacquered surface despite the crash. He could only imagine the outfit you paired with the designer heel.  

That thought racked him with guilt.  

If only he made time to see you tonight and shielded you from this avoidable fate.  

How could he blow off something so precious as spending time with his Light? Work was never more important than you and Joker was faced with the consequences of not cherishing you while he had the chance.  

He had to get you back and treat you like the goddess you were.  

“Hey Boss, we found something!”  

Joker snapped himself out of his thoughts and walked over to Mac who was holding up something. A hastily written note signed off by Two Face’s gang logo. Joker was right to assume the former attorney had a hand in this.  

“Its Two Face. When do you want to retaliate, Boss?” Neo asked.  

All four men shared a look. What a loaded question. They would act now and show no mercy. Each of them would do whatever it took to get you back safe and sound.  

You woke up with a splitting headache and parched throat. Oh, and you were tied up in some dingy room.  

Honestly, you had to stop winding up in these types of situations. Ever since Joker entered your life, being kidnapped was always a possibility you had to consider occurring.  

Today just happened to be your unlucky day.  

Calming down your heart rate and taking in your surroundings took a bit of effort. It hurt to move your head, and you grumbled under your breath while trying to blink away the unwanted inertia. 

Someone was smart enough to keep you lying down, but you couldn’t move your arms or legs. Not like you wanted to. 

You were still coming to when a presence made themselves known with their loud voice. It made your head pound even worse.  

“Good, good! You’re finally awake. You are very hard to get a hold of, my dear. Always protected. Never alone..”  

You managed to turn your head enough to see Harvey Dent pacing the room, talking to himself. His alter ego, Two Face was currently talking and you heard the not so pleasant choice of words he used regarding you.  

He had quite the colorful vocabulary and it was obvious out of the two men who held a grudge against you. When he noticed your curious eyes on him, he smiled wide.  

Even his voice changed with the change in personalities.

This one was gravelly to match Dent’s grotesque burned face. “I’ve been dying to prosecute you in the court of law.” 

You did not have the mental capacity to argue with a schizophrenic psychopath. All your energy was spent on closing your eyes to block out the headache wreaking havoc on your skull. You didn’t care if you were being rude.  

It was rude to crash into people’s cars and forcibly take them to undisclosed locations so... You were matching Dent’s energy.  

‘Not today, Satan. Not today’ you mentally said.  

Or perhaps you said it aloud since you heard Harvey’s aggravated shouts followed by something being knocked over and breaking.

It seemed that even grown men could throw temper tantrums. That was not your problem. Your problem was trying to stay awake.

You were beginning to suspect you had a concussion, or worse, some kind of neck injury. The last thing you were going to receive was medical attention, so lying still was your best bet until help arrived.  

That thought put a frown on your face. You could not rely on Joker nowadays. 

Would he even notice that you were gone? You abruptly hung up the phone mid argument; he probably disregarded you and became distracted by something more important.  

A time ago, you were the only thing important to Joker. Everything else was secondary. My, have things changed.  

Now you wished that Joker would become the possessive lover you knew him to be and come save you.  

You were certain that he placed a tracker in your lighthouse necklace.. the one you removed since it clashed with your outfit for the night.  

Great. The one time you took it off!  

You felt like such an idiot despite all of this being Joker’s fault. If only he cared more, he would’ve been with you tonight to avoid this. Now you were at the mercy of Two Face and whatever motive he made up to justify abducting you.  

There was nothing you could do to escape your current predicament.  

You were just upset and disappointed in Joker, and with that, you let a single tear slip down your cheek as you fell unconscious.  

The next time you came to, you didn’t bother opening your eyes. You just groaned in defeat and let whoever pick you up and carry you off. And that was probably for the best.  

Unbeknownst to you, it was a literal war zone.  

If you did in fact open your eyes, the carnage that Joker created to rescue you, would have scared you back to sleep. You would declare Joker a monster after seeing just how far he would go for his Bunny.  

Any other day he would deny his true nature, all for the sake of being worthy enough to bask in your light. Tonight, he had no such compulsion. 

He had no shame in carrying his Light while being drenched in blood. He was a fallen angel personified.  

Even as Joker rounded a corner to leave, he helped a man take their last breath by lodging a bullet between their eyes. Quick and efficient, the punishment did not befit the crime of touching what Joker considered as his.  

The two men who initially rammed you off the road got off lucky.  

Joker struck a one-time deal with the Penguin to use the massive great white shark the Englishman kept locked up in a tank underneath the Iceberg Lounge. It was a natural garbage disposal and Joker had two pieces of trash he wanted to get rid of.  

Joker thought being fed to sharks was tame compared to the ideas still swimming in his head.  

His dark smile sent shivers down the backs of his own men and they wisely avoided their eyes as Joker passed. No one was safe from the murderous gleam in J’s eyes.  

That is, all but one. You.  

He was a completely different person tonight. The slaughter was personal, the attacks more brutal and practically inhumane, and it was all done to avenge his goddess.  

Joker was out for blood, and he most certainly collected it.  

He held your slumbering body close as he ordered Mac to detonate the bomb and reduce the building to rubble. If anyone was lucky enough to escape Joker’s initial siege into the building, there was no hope of survival now.  

Just the way he planned it.  

A shame Harvey got an anonymous tip and fled before Joker arrived. J would have loved to see the other side of Dent’s face burn to a crisp for touching his Light.  

Speaking of. Joker’s haunting green eyes looked away from the blazing inferno and down at his sleeping beauty.  

There were minor cuts and bruising forming from being caught up in your car crash, yet he was more worried about the dried blood ruining your once pristine hair.  

Your beautiful features were marred by pain that Joker could have prevented. You needed medical attention and some good old-fashioned love and affection.  

And just like that, all of Joker’s bloodlust was extinguished to devote his attention onto you.  

He had weeks of apologizing to do to earn your trust and love back, but for now, he needed you back in good health.  

Joker softly kissed your forehead and let his goons drive him to the nearest safe house where Sarai would have a look at you.  

It was high time that Joker re-appointed you back as the most important thing in his life, and it started with showing that he cared about you and only you.  

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★★★𝙈𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙠 (𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙩𝙤𝙗𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙮 20: 𝙃𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙚𝙭/𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣)★★★

Character: Melissa Schemmenti

Taglist: @inlovewithgreta @lilfartbox1 @marvels--slut

Trigger warnings (DL, DI): Rough sex, degradation, praise, enemies to lovers, semi public sex, Top Mel/Bottom reader, mommy kink, vaginal fingering,

Genre: Smut

A/n: I can't believe it's already day 20!!!

Word count: 2.2k

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You sat alone in your classroom, the sounds of soft (favorite music genre) music filling your ears from your headphones as you twirled your pen in-between your fingers carefully, eyes scanning over each of your students' math tests.

You checked the clock once again, your eyes rolling at the sight of it only being 3:30.

"I feel like I've been at this for hours..." You mumbled, rubbing the bridge of your nose as you returned your focus back to the papers on the desk in front of you.

But your peace (If that's what it could even be described as) was soon interrupted by the intercom going off, the sound of Ava's carefree and relaxed voice filling your classroom as it did with every other room and hall inside of Abbott.

"Attention faculty of Abbott Elementary, please make your way down to the library so we can discuss what to do about Legendary Charter school trying to turn Abbott Charter," She said, her voice slightly more serious than you had ever heard it be before.

The name Legendary Charter made you cringe, sucking in the air through your teeth as your eyes narrowed in worry and slight embarrassment.

You had been the only teacher at Abbott who came from a Legendary Charter school up in New York, but most of the teachers welcomed you with open arms despite your past.

All but a certain redhead.

You didn't feel like going through the torment of being the subject of her mockery, your teaching skills being discredited all because of what school you came from.

It wasn't like you enjoyed your time up in New York, it was the opposite of that actually. You were constantly belittled by other teachers even worse than Melissa could dream of doing, and the principal didn't give a single shit about the teachers much less the students mental health.

You quickly dropped your pen on top of the papers, standing up as you swiftly made your exit, fists slightly clenching out of anger from Dremonds actions.

"Oh? So you actually don't want Abbott turning charter?" You heard a south Philly accent say as the smell of citrus and mint filling your nostrils, letting you know just who was mocking you yet again. "What a shocker,"

You shot a glare at Melissa as the two of you walked down the hallway near the library, your fists balling up even more at the older woman's antics.

"You know damn well I don't want this school turning Charter," You growled, holding in the urge of punching her square in the face for the sake of your reputation as the kind teacher.

Melissa rolled her eyes, and you only replied with walking past her, quickly walking into the library as you sat down on a chair, fiddling with your earrings in slight worry about the whole meeting.

"Is this everyone?" Janine asked, your eyes quickly looking over at her before looking at the door once again.

"I think so," You nodded, slightly turning your head around for confirmation.

"Alright everyone," Ava said as she quickly walked inside of the large room containing every teacher and staff member, shutting the door as she sat down on top of a desk. "What are we going to do?"

"I don't know," Gregory sighed, leaning slightly into the table as he placed his head on his palm.

You shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know either...this whole situation is crappy," You added, your eyes softening in anger and sadness.

"Of course you don't know," Melissa scoffed, "You want Abbott charter, that's why you came here, to expose all of us and to turn Abbott into one of them," The redhead said, looking at you with spite and distain.

"I do not!" You exclaimed, gripping at the table with your nails holding tightly onto the ridges of the slightly polished wood.

"Melissa," Barbara warned, before looking at you with a sympathetic look. "I know you don't sweetheart, no one but Melissa thinks that,"

You sigh, rubbing your left eye as you turned slightly around to face all of the other teachers.

"Just know there are no stupid ideas," Ava says, internally desperate despite her lack of doing literally anything a principal should do.

"What if we lock all the doors so they can't get in? Like lean on me," One of the teachers behind you added,

Ava, giving a side eye to the cameras, released a sigh in response.

"In a rare turn of events, I was wrong," She sighed, only for Janine to pipe up with an idea.

"What if we host a giant fun party with games, food, and so much more, and they have to sign the paper in order to get in?" The brunette asked, leaving you to nod in reply.

"I know the Dremond will stop at nothing to turn Abbott charter, and that we'll have to fight back stronger. We need to fight fire with fire, get the community together against Legendary just like how they were riled together against Abbott," You agree, standing up straight as a slightly determined look crossed your otherwise concerned-looking eyes. "Unless we can't afford to host such a party?"

Melissa, who was sitting across the table from you, only looked at you, a slight rosy tint forming at her cheeks as you finished your inquiry, managing to roll her eyes in addition.

Ava shook her head.

"No, we can afford it, don't worry. I'm so glad I thought of this idea!" The taller woman smiled, shrugging her shoulders in a smug manner, leaving you and Janine to look at each other in pure confusion at the principal's antics. "We can call it Ava fest!"

"Woah, woah, woah," Melissa interrupted, leaning forward slightly, "Why is it named after you? You don't even do anything!"

Ava paused for a moment, before smirking at Melissa.

"It's not named after me, it stands for 'A very Abbott festival' " The principal retorted.

"I think it's a good idea," You smiled, looking back at all your other fellow teachers for confirmation which you got almost immediately by everyone other than Melissa, of course.

The meeting soon dismissed itself after that, but you weren't so lucky as to be able to leave.

"Y/n," Melissa demanded, tapping you on your shoulder after everyone else had left the library,

You turned around quickly, facing the woman as your body backed up into the door, shutting it.

"What do you want?" You muttered, your eyes narrowing as you quickly regained your confidence and walked up to her, matching her crossed arm position.

The redhead quickly pinned you back against the door, making your eyes widen in confusion as your cheeks broke out in a massive blush, feeling the older woman grip both of your arms together with the hand that wasn't keeping you against the door.

"I should be asking you the same question...What do you want out of Abbott? You obviously want to turn it into a charter school, but you won't admit it," She said sternly, her voice so alluring and dominant you couldn't help but squeeze your thighs together, hoping for any chance of hiding how secretly turned on by the woman you were.

You could barely choke out the words to your answer, your mind clouded with lewd thoughts about the woman in front of you, when it suddenly hit you like a ton of bricks.

You always thought you were afraid of her...but it now hit you that the reason you always got all rosy-cheeked around her was because you liked her.

"I...I don't want anything," You whimpered, your eyes looking down at your wrists that were tied together by the older woman's hand.

Melissa only pinned you tighter against the wall, pushing your hands perfectly up against your clit, sucking gasp out of you.

"You expect me to believe that? Hm?" She asked, licking her lips before biting the bottom one, leaving you even more flustered.

"Mmm..." You whimpered, shutting your eyes tightly as to avoid any glances you may exchange with the woman in front of you.

The redhead looked at you with a raised eyebrow, moving her face into your own as you could feel her hot breath on your face.

"So cute..." She mumbled just loud enough for you to hear.

More soft and tiny whimpers escaped your lips as you felt your hands rub up against your sensitive nub, and that's when Melissa took the initiative.

Your eyes widened with confusion as you felt your lips harshly connected, your tongues fighting against each other for dominance, only for Melissa's to win.

You let out a loud moan as you tasted her, she wasn't bitter like you thought she would be, and she was even more perfect at doing this than you could have ever imagined someone being.

After a minute, the older woman left your lips for air, a string of spit still connecting your tongues until Melissa began to speak.

"Tell me to stop when you want me to...or tap my wrist three times..." She muttered, using the hand that was pinning you to the wall to tilt your head to face her.

You ignored her, and only pushed her forward, kissing her passionately as your moans harmonized with each other.

Melissa, however, was not about to let you top her.

She quickly grabbed you by your waist and slammed you down onto the desk, gripping your chin with her perfectly manicured and muscular hand.

"You think I'm about to let you win this, princess?" She growled in your ear, roughly tugging off your skirt and tossing it carelessly onto a nearby table, a shiver going up your back as you felt the cold air of the library hitting your heated and wet core.

You tried to resist her strong grip, but only failed miserably as it only led you to rubbing your thighs together.

"Hmph!" You whined, legs beginning to tremble with ache and need as you felt the older woman slide off your completely ruined underwear.

"Is that attitude I hear?" Melissa asked, slapping you hard across your ass, making you cry out in a mixture of pain and pleasure that somehow sent shockwaves throughout your body.

"No mommy..." You whimpered, bucking your hips up slightly as you felt her fingers grazing themselves around your folds.

"Oh?" The redhead chuckled. "Already submitting to me are we?" She smirked, shoving three fingers inside your tight hole without any warning, making you scream.

"M-Mommy~!!" You cried, your legs trembling quickly at how fast you had been manhandled.

Melissa could only continue to smirk in reply, watching as a ring of your cum surrounded her fingers while her other hand continued to viscously grope your ass, occasionally spanking it roughly and filling your body with more feelings.

You didn't know how it was even possible for someone to be so good with their fingers, then again, you hadn't really been fucked since that one hookup you had a year ago.

You could already feel the knot in your stomach coming undone as more screams of ecstasy left your mouth from the redhead slamming her fingers in and out of you, curling perfectly at your g-spot.

"Please Mommy~! I'm close~!!" You cried, legs finally go weak and nothing more than a shaky mess as Melissa slid in a fourth finger.

"Oh your close~?" Melissa cooed, slapping you once more on your ass, leaving it red before pulling your hair so she could talk to you easier. "Then cum for me princess, cum all over mommy's fingers like the good little slut you are," She growled, leaving a single hickey across your neck.

You absolutely wasted no time and immediately let yourself go, eyes rolling back into your head as your walls clenched around nothing as your orgasm ripped through you.

You laid there for a moment, soft shivers being sent down your spine as Melissa left kisses across your neck before finally picking you back up, sliding your skirt back up your legs and sliding your soaked panties into her bra.

"Why don't you come home with me, alright?" She smiled, stroking your cheek as she admired how pretty you looked all blissed out like that.

You nodded, and she quickly stood up, walking out of the library and the school through the back exit as to not get caught.

You knew you both were going to explain to your co-workers how your relationship changed overnight...

[ymaohoh]

Max's relationship with Eddie and Chrissy headcanons?

This is a GREAT prompt. Thank you!

One of my favourite Hellcheer fic/prompts to read are the ones coming from other character perspectives (POV's). I've seen a few from Max's viewpoint and they are KILLER.

(I want to quickly link two fics in particular which stole my heart: 'still awake, playing chase with the sunrise' a oneshot by @cyraclove and 'she said to me forget what you thought' multi-chapter by @majicmarker)

So my thoughts (and this follows the 'Chrissy Lives AU idea')

Max initially minds her own business about Eddie and Chrissy's flirting because why should she give a rat's ass about the way he clearly goes all gooey and soft for her, and the way she gets all silly and pink and giggly? Dustin and the others LOVE it and drag Eddie to filth for his antics but Max is more reserved. She's got her own stuff going on, you know?

But she's good at observing. She's the first one who twigs Eddie's made up excuses to walk past Chrissy's locker a hundred times a day (which is NOT on his route) and the way his eyes are glued to a certain table in the lunchroom. She notices Chrissy peering at Eddie over Carver's shoulder and the way she giggles into her hand when he says something weird and wacky. She doesn't share these observations with the group because it's not her business but she rolls her eyes when they finally piece it together - 'idiots', she thinks, looking at Lucas fondly.

Max knows Chrissy speaks to Ms Kelley too but she never brings it up, nor does Chrissy. Following Chrissy's first encounter with Vecna, the party try and figure out connections between the victims but Max stays totally silent when they ask. That's Chrissy's business and she's sure as hell not ratting her out. Chrissy appreciates this and they share a knowing look before they both spill the beans that yeah, their lives suck.

When they realise how important music is to keeping them grounded (literally) and how it helps against Vecna's visions, they sit down together and create 'happy playlists'. Their music tastes are way different but it's an oddly fun way to spend an afternoon. She's kinda' glad someone else is going crazy too - makes her feel less alone.

Chrissy is right off the bat keen to be nice to everyone and show she wants to help (they don't expect much initially but she proves them wrong after demonstrating a killer dropkick and she's a crack shot - her dad's a member of the NRA). Max is reluctant at first - she doesn't trust easy - but Chrissy is persistent and Max finds herself opening up. It's nice to have another girl around and Chrissy is kind and honest and sweet. If she ever had a big sister - she'd want her to be like Chrissy, you know? She listens when Max talks.

(Chrissy wins El round too which helps. Max learns she can enjoy the odd girly moment and not have it diminish her 'tough girl' exterior - Chrissy paints El's nails bright purple and shows Max how to bluff at poker. Sometimes they team up with Nancy and Robin too).

Max gravitates towards Eddie more than Steve or Nancy (or the other 'adults'). Maybe because he's from the same crappy background or because he doesn't care about shitty family drama and require a million answers. She likes his Uncle Wayne too and his accent when he calls her 'Red'.

Max is (unfortunately in her view) the one who witnesses Eddie and Chrissy taking their...whatever it is...to the next step. She's hanging outside her trailer when she sees them hurrying out of Eddie's van. Eddie's hands are ALL over Chrissy as he practically carries her inside. Eddie spots her though, and later asks (with the cockiest smile ever seen) if she can keep it hush hush until Eddie and Chrissy figure out what this means exactly, but Max responds flatly, "cat's out of the bag, dipshit. Everyone knows already." Eddie flushes bright red but she doesn't think it's from embarrassment at being caught - he looks so crazy fucking happy.

But she thinks they're good together. She watches as they progress (quickly) from friends with feelings, to sucking face, to becoming honest-to-god soulmates. They work well together. Eddie brings Chrissy out of her shell and installs some of his notorious confidence in her, and Chrissy cares for Eddie and makes him stand taller. Max thinks that's what relationships should be like.

(she finds Chrissy upset at school when the cheerleaders ditch her after finding out about Eddie and Hellfire, and she tells Chrissy bluntly they suck and helps her dab at her spoiled make up. Those phonies don't matter - she's got real friends now. It's the first time she calls Chrissy a friend).

She's never seen Eddie look so serious as when it comes to Chrissy and her safety - which is different from his usual goofy dramatic self. When Steve suggests using Chrissy as bait (a Daphne, if you will) Eddie gets a real hard look in his eyes and tells him to think of something else before Chrissy says bravely yes "if it'll help". Eddie watches her, makes sure her ammo vest (which is way too big) is strapped on tight, and Max see's him fucking lose it when Chrissy comes this close to danger. When she gets back, safe, Eddie holds onto her hand like it's a lifeline. ('synchronized denial' by empress of snark inspired this one).

(Chrissy screams like a banshee when she sees Eddie being attacked by demobats. Max spots real fire in her eyes as she swings at it with her baseball bat).

She's never believed in soulmates (thought it was a gimmick for movies and love-sick tweens) but when she looks at Chrissy and Eddie embracing after Vecna is finally defeated? (the soft look on Eddie's face, the way Chrissy nuzzles into the crook of his neck), she understands Eddie and Chrissy are just meant to be together and would be in any alternative universe or dimension. Fucking Star-Crossed Lovers. She doesn't know if she and Lucas will ever be like that (she's still a kid, okay?) but maybe one day.

(Chrissy doesn't live)

Max doesn't know Chrissy personally but she knows she speaks - spoke (goddamn it) - to Ms Kelley too. Knew she was vulnerable and she was hurting. When the party are talking about connections between victims, Max remains silent (again). Fuck that. She's not giving up Chrissy's secrets even if she's no longer here. Chrissy deserves better than to be discussed like a throw-away character in some dumb horror movie.

As she grows closer to Eddie and the others, she notices the weight around Eddie's shoulders and the haunted look he gets when he mentions Chrissy and what happened in his trailer. He flinches every time her name is uttered. She wonders if there was more to their relationship then just a brief moment in the woods?

Thanks 'nonny

[hopepunk-humanity]

This is kinda embarrassing for me to ask but, how do you keep going despite everything? I feel like i believe in the concept of hopepunk but it feels like every day my core beliefs get destroyed. Why be good if life will just constantly give you signs that what you're doing is in vain? You help people but bad things still happen to you and what seems like you alone and its unfair

How can I keep living in a world like this? A crappy life that just gets worse. I don't mean to sound whiny or self centered, I'm just looking for some guidance

Honestly? Sometimes it's just inertia. I keep going because I was already going before, and it's easier to do that than grind things to a halt. Even if that means crashing from one problem to the next. I'm at a place where the alternative is a lot less desirable to me.

Sometimes it's having something to look forward to. And not a big thing like "I want to have a nice house someday", though that can be a good thing to work towards. I look forward to small things in the near future. On tuesdays I have a nice egg sandwich. Tomorrow there's an antique doll show I want to visit. Friday I get to see some hermit crabs. It's things that are nearly guaranteed, that I don't have to shore up a lot of faith or patience to achieve. Having little goalposts makes life feel a lot less like a miserable slog and more like a challenging (but energizing) hike in your favorite park.

I also politely ignore signs that my efforts are pointless. I can be stubborn like that. Sure, I know things get worse, and I know answering asks on a blog is like throwing stones at the ocean. I've made peace with that. My efforts are temporary, but I reject the notion that that makes them meaningless. Nobody can say for sure whether anyone's efforts are meaningful or not, especially in the long-term, so I choose to believe they are. It's just as plausible as believing they aren't.

I'm sorry you're having a hard time keeping on, and that you feel your efforts aren't worth it. I don't have the magical words that will lift you from that place. But I believe you have the strength to work your way out of it, even if it'll be slow going. You won't be the only one in that fight, and you have people waiting for you on the other side.

[imbadatwrighting]

Dude if your writing for Stanley uris could I ask for x trans male one where the reader is absolutely completely in love with him but he hasn't transitioned yet and they don't know whether or not Stan accepts people like him so he ask bev for advice cause she like already knew a stuff. If not that alright but I've had this idea for a while and I can't write sooo....

I don’t think I’m really good at writing trans reader so I apologize if it’s kind of crappy but I tried so 🤷‍♀️also I tried to write this as an one shot but I didn’t like it so I changed it to Head-canons

Pairing: Stanley Uris x Closeted Trans! Male reader

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Honestly the only person that knows you’re trans is Beverly

She knew before you did-

She also knows about you big crush on Stanley

You and her talk about him at your house while she gives you a shoulder massage

You tried to reciprocate that but it didn’t work out that well, so let’s just say it’s never going to happen again

She tried to be your wingman and she’s was honestly good at it…. Sometimes

Other times she’ll go one showing pictures you took of Stan to him

I mean it does help you a lot and always make him blush and like you a little bit more but not so much for you as you just think he’s embarrassed and doesn’t like you talking photos of him

When you finally muster up the courage to ask him out he of course says yes which is amazing in the moment but of course makes you realize that you will now have to definitely tell him your trans which isn’t going to be the most fun in the world

Cue complaining to Beverly now about having to put yourself to Stan instead of the usual ‘Im in love with Stan’ stuff

But even though you were talking to Beverly you still couldn’t tell Stan about it

Until after the whole Pennywise situation

I mean after getting stabbed your self and Stan almost getting his face bitten off from Pennywise, it’s a safe bet that you would want to tell him before he died

Especially after realizing he might not have a lot of year to live

Random thing but Beverly wanted to tell you so bad about not seeing Stan in the future but every time you would talk about him made it worse and worse until she just decided that she couldn’t

Who knows it might not even have been that big of a deal… right?

When you finally got to muster up your courage to tell him my boy Stan was so understanding and happy for you

You and him ever other week will go out to shops and by some more boy viewed clothing

Honestly it’s so sweet

And not at all what you thought would happen-

I mean you expected something more of him not accepting you and finding you as ‘weird’ and ‘abnormal’

Which of course was never something that was going to happen

It doesn’t matter that Stan has different views for the world

When it’s about you he’s the kindest man in the world

Omg if you wanted to get your hair cut-

He would go with you during it and might get like a trim for himself too

He would be so happy for you

But if you didn’t then that’s ok too

He tries so hard not to push your boundaries and make you happy

But the only thing that he pushes is the fact that your closeted

Honestly he doesn’t care about that stuff

You could also tell them that you two are dating and if you guys get hate then you get hate

It’s not going to stop him from loving you

But if anyone was outright mean to you about switching your gender-

It doesn’t matter if you can handle it yourself or don’t care he will be your #1 defender for life

If he had to growl and bark in order for you to not be made fun of for something you can’t control then so be it

He might like it you’ll never know until you try 🤷‍♀️

Overall this boy is literally the sweetest boy out there and he will always be there for you no matter what

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I think I did pretty good for my first time writing something like this but I don’t think I’m going to be doing trans readers often :(

[daryldixonsjizzrag]

An angsty little drabble ab my oc bc I'm feeling depressed as fuck 👍 (send help I'm literally sleeping in my school clothes so that I don't have to get dressed tomorrow morning)

Warnings: prior drug use (heroin), prior self-harm, a whole lotta angst, really crappy writing that's meant to be read slowly, daryl being season 1-3 teenage angst daryl at the start

Pairing: Daryl Dixon and Original female character (my girl Tallulah :) )

❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

"What the fuck is this?" Daryl stormed into Tallulah's room from her bathroom, holding up a needle and bloody bandages. "I was just tryna take a piss and I see these!" He shoved them closer to her, eyeing down the track marks on her forearm. No wonder she's been wearing long sleeves lately.

"It's not your business" She said quietly. She knew he'd find them, not that she intended for him to. She was in a near catatonic state as his voice drowned out into the background, merging with all the other sounds, like the air conditioner whirring for example.

"But it is. Tell me what you did." He pushed, clearly pissed. Breaking out in a sweat, Tallulah turned the air conditioner up. She felt so numb that even crying didn't feel like an option.

"Isn't it obvious? I shot my veins with heroin and took a blade to my arm. It's the usual. You already know I've done it before. Fuck, you've seen the scars and track marks. I don't even know why you're surprised" She ranted, biting her cheek when she finished. "Now just chuck those away. I don't wanna see em"

"When did ya do it?" He asked, a softer side coming on. The question made that pit form in her stomach, the one she felt like she could fall in. The one that made her feel a little too human for comfort.

She bit her lip and huffed her answer. "Last night." She was being blunt, but at least she was honest. A tear threatened to fall. If only she could just push it back into her eye, but that was impossible. She made herself smaller, tucking her legs up to her chest and hugging her knees.

Daryl noticed and tossed the used needle and bandages in the bin. "Why?" He asked gently, gliding his hand by her lower back. He hated touch, but he knew she needed it.

"... because I missed it" She murmured. He never really understood, but he had experience with marijuana. He understood the feeling, in his own way.

The silence afterwards wasn't particularly comfortable nor awkward, but it wasn't very inviting either. All she could do was hope that this didn't change things. Being honest was the best choice, so she spoke up.

"Can you tell Rick? I just... feel like he should know..." She said, her voice hardly even a murmur. She studied and watched her fingers, wondering how they moved and how she could do whatever she wanted with them, feeling detached.

"Yeah, I can. You uhh... need anything?" He asked awkwardly, holding the edge of the bed where the seam of the mattress was as he adjusted himself.

"Just some water. My mouth is dry" She knew why it was dry. Of course, the drugs, but her smoking had gone completely out of control. Only she kept it secretive, not wanting to hurt Carl or Sophia, or anyone else for that matter.

"Sure."

More deathly silence filled when he left with the trash can that contained the needle and bandages. She didn't know what to think. She was, of course, sad, but in a way she felt embarrassed.

Daryls footsteps entered the room, and he had some tap water in a glass. "Sorry it doesn't have any ice" He apologised, though there was no need to.

"Don't worry about it" Tallulah noted, taking the glass of water and spilling a little in the process. She stared at the puddle, processing what happened for a moment before she drank, her head going a little too far back, making water dribble from the corners of her mouth and onto her shirt.

She felt the need to apologise, but didn't anyway. It wasn't needed. She handed him the glass and layed down, sprawled out on the bed. The hangover was horrible. The pounding headache, the sickness, the hot flushes, everything about it made her want to die, in a mostly figurative sense.

"I'll go" Daryl made way for the door, hesitating about a yard away from it. He forced himself to leave, ignoring the pull she had on his heartstrings, not wanting to bother her. He knew he'd come back later, though. That was inevitable.

[tomomiisasleep]

oh god.

wait if Nona's a fused soul she doesn't have infinite thanergy anymore

of whites so white they looked yellow except where they were splotched with reds so red they looked orange, a multihued melange of faces and walls

this can't be Gideon right

Prince Ianthe Naberius the First, the Lyctor Prince, the Saint of Awe

what the hell

oh my god Gideon is also there

Her Most Serene Highness, Crown Prince Kiriona Gaia, heir to the First House, the Emperor’s only daughter

uhh???

ummmmmm??????

“Cam, have you thought about what it means if Nona’s actually—a completed merger? One we will never actually be able to unpick, a successful soul gestalt?”

so??

Camilla did something a little strange then: she tripped. She pitched forward on a raised bit of the carpet and stumbled into the Angel, tried to right herself with her hands on the Angel’s hips and front, and stumbled upward, saying “Sorry—sorry,” glancing out the window like she was embarrassed. Then she turned her head back and looked more normally Camilla, standing as gracefully as though she could never even think about tripping.

this is like the oldest "bug somebody" trick in the books

“Bloody dog. Let me put him in the kitchen with a toy,”

she, or they're gonna get a knife

“Yes, you made it up.”

oh well another kid goes crazy wondering if she's crazy

oh my god that third tantrum scene I'm getting physically ill reading it and Idon't think I've ever been so disturbed reading anything

This second arm had come off longer, and she gripped that one firmly, one hand at the bottom and the other hand atop that one. Even with everything so soggy and slippery, that felt safe.

ok

unless it didn’t recognise it. Unless your soul was a stranger’s … or a melange. Is that the gestalt theory busted—or confirmed? Is that how we explain the rapid healing?”

ok

I can't believe we only get to listen to twins reunion scene. come on! and she's puppeting...that's why she could be there, but where is the planet actually?

Look at you … more beautiful than ever, even with crappy jewellery and a million split ends. Studs, darling? Earrings on a diet?”

just got second-hand judged by Ianthe eight times for every stud I wear daily..

also a weird thing about Corona is, she frickin hates being criticized but loves Ianthe, but Ianthe puts her down all the time. was she being gaslighted from as soon as she could understand words???? judging from how Ianthe almost made Harrow genuinely love her(but she choose not to? not sure) I won't put it past Ianthe to do that, cuz if there was a control dynamic in their relationship Ianthe would be the one in control. Corona wanted to be eaten by her.

The voice cooled and hardened like an ice cube.

“Didn’t Harrow—what? When did you talk to Harrow?”

haha I remember Muir saying on her blog that book 3 is girls being annoyed that it is legal for exes to talk to eachother

“I was on a shuttle with her body for months and months. I want to know what’s going on.”

oh. yeah I figured she's being puppetted too, but like. how? who? why?

I'm 95% percent sure Nona is merged, but Harrow and Gideon seem to live inside her at the same time??? what

The other one, Crown’s boyfriend I think

hahahaha "sister"was said many times, buf Nona still think it's boyfriend. that settles it

If we can get the body of Gideon Nav—the key to the Locked Tomb—out of that barracks, will you give us the Sixth House?”

bruh everyone thinks the tomb is still locked, but I really really believe that Harrow opened it already.

“A pair of scissors,” said Camilla. “Iris dye.” She looked at Nona’s button-up shirt, which was unbuttoned to show the T-shirt underneath. “And the blackest clothes you can find.”

like where this is going.

Which reminds me, how could Gideon see Cytherea's thanergy signals when Harrow overrided her? no Lyctor masking? or did she turn it off? how did she fool everyone for so long?

He was all, Matter doesn’t play by these rules! You’re doing bone parthenogenesis! I told him his mum did bone parthenogenesis. A— told me he’d kill me one day.

*laughing*

wait I just realized

he did try to kill him later

[noemyreads]

queen of shadows - sarah j mass

synopsis

everything celaena sardothien has ever loved has been taken from her. but at last the time of retribution has come. vengeance promises to be as harsh as the steel of orynth's sword—her father's sword. finally celaena returned to the empire; for justice, to rescue his kingdom and confront the shadows of the past.

the assassin is dead. she embraced the identity of Aelin galathynius, queen of terrasen. but before claiming the throne, she must fight. and she will fight. for her cousin, the general of the north... a warrior prepared to die for his liege; for his friend dorian, a prince trapped in an unimaginable prison; for her people, enslaved by a cruel king and awaiting the triumphant return of their leader; for your carranam and the release of magic.

in advancing her plan, however, aelin must watch out for old enemies. and open your heart to new and unlikely allies. all while the valg continue to work in the shadows. and manon blackbeak, the winged leader of the thirteen, trains her flying beasts. but it's from morath, the mountain stronghold of the duke of perrington, that a threat like no other promises to tear his band of rebels and his newly formed court apart.

my opinion

i finished this book with a mixture of warm in my heart and genuine dread, i liked that they finished this book relatively well and apparently they are finding each other, but i already imagine that what comes after that is total terror. I liked that the book serves two purposes, ending Celaena's story and starting Aelin's story, I have to admit, I love Celaena, I didn't want to have to say goodbye to her, but that's the way.

so far I don't swallow the fey very well, I find everything about them very strange, the author portrays them as animals, I feel a certain embarrassment when I have to read descriptions of these “male”, “female”, “male-smelling” people , I can't take it seriously. another thing that bothers me is the age of the characters, (this goes for most books of the genre), the characters are very young and have already lived through absurd things, I think it would be more realistic and present characters in their 20s.

“when you break the shackles of this world and forge the next, remember that art is as vital as food to a kingdom. without it, a kingdom is nothing and will be forgotten in time. I've already saved enough money in my crappy life that I don't need more, so you'll understand very well when I say that no matter where you establish your throne or how long it takes, I will come to you, bringing song and dance.”

I'm not a big fan of Rowan and Aelin as a couple, mainly due to their age difference, but I like how they both know their past and respect the history they had before they met, few couples have this maturity.

I was happy that by the end of the book, all the characters showed good development, - even the chaol who was driving me crazy. several things made me scream like a fool, SPOILER to aelin saving manon's life, keltain sacrificing himself and saving elide, manon helping dorian, dorian's friendship with aelin, all of these were parts of the book that definitely they tagged me. SPOILER

finally, aelin ashryver galathynius was home.

title: queen of shadows

author: sarah j mass

rate: 5

[with-the-flickers-of-light]

I've seen some discussion of "what would it take to make fans (the ones who've stopped listening to her music, etc.) feel comfortable with Taylor again after this?", and I just want to throw in my two cents.

(To be clear, before I say anything else, it's completely okay if it would take something different for you to feel comfortable, whether that's more or less. And it's also okay if you're still comfortable listening to her music, going to her concerts, etc. even if she never says anything.

And she's also not obligated to do any of this ever. This is only about sharing how I feel.)

First up: timelines.

I've seen the concerns some fans have had about her safety should she speak up, given the stalking/lurking/not sure what to call it behavior of people at Electric Lady. And while I feel like denouncing things like Ghetto Gaggers should not be so controversial as to cause a security concern, that's not my field and I don't live in the US, so it's not my say. (Seriously, what is happening over there? On that note, this blog believes in abortion, gender-affirming surgery, the existence of drag, etc.) And even if it's not a big risk, I can understand the anxiety it could cause.

Anyways, for that reason, I'll personally be okay with it if she gives an official statement on this at a later date, such as at the end of the Eras Tour, to minimize safety risks and anxiety. And I'm definitely ok with it if she never says anything live (i.e. onstage, etc.) because it's complicated and it can be hard to put shit into words.

In the short-term, though, I would still need to either stop seeing Healy onstage at the Eras Tour, or get an apology/explanation from Swift and/or Healy. Again, not my field, but I wouldn't imagine that Healy not performing onstage at a Swift concert would be controversial enough to create a security concern.

(I also know that he's going on tour with The 1975 soon, so I guess he wouldn't be showing up then either way.)

In the time after the tour, when Swift has no obligation to appear in public, if she's still platforming Healy without an explanation, my hope will probably be dead.

What constitutes an apology/explanation?

I've already said on this blog that I don't feel Healy's past apologies have been acceptable ones. They've focused on "I feel a bit bad", "if you've felt offended", "it was just a joke", "it was misconstrued", "don't think I'm an asshole", "I'm embarrassed", and other turns of phrase that don't take real accountability. So what would I accept as an apology?

I think that for Healy, if I ever want to feel comfortable listening to his music, I would need an apology to include acknowledging the harm he's caused, accepting accountability for that, and promising to educate himself and do better in the future. And while I don't need to hear apologies for every single incident, I would expect something more than just "sorry for everything" or "sorry for that one time". I don't need to see a monetary donation to the groups he's targeted or outspoken political advocacy, but they would be helpful in affirming that he truly wishes to do better.

In Swift's case, I'd want an affirmation that she supports all the marginalized groups that Healy has targeted, and an apology for acting in a way that made her concerts and community feel unsafe. I'm not asking for her to become an outspoken BLM activist or anything -- I know she's a singer, not an activist, no matter what Miss Americana said -- but I would like her to address the things she's tacitly supported. Like Healy, it's not necessary, but given her net worth, putting her money where her mouth is would also be nice.

So, in the end, what I need to feel comfortable with Swift is one of the following:

Healy apologizes. Swift explains that in knowing him personally, she felt that Healy was no longer the piece of shit he was at the time of his crappy behavior. Swift apologizes for failing to realize the impact his past behavior would have on fans.

Healy apologizes for his actions OR Swift separates from Healy. She acknowledges her privilege in failing to realize how harmful his behavior has been and apologizes.

In the absence of either, I will be finding other artists to listen to. (I mean, I'm already doing that? But I mean she'll be permanently off my playlists.)

[tackyink]

Hello 🥰 here I come after 3 main quest and 543 side quests!! Just to give you commentary of the last chapter/jjjj

(I know you said I didn't have to obligatorily leave a comment, but I really enjoy it and feel a bit frustrated with myself if I promise/say something and end up not doing it ajshajsha I guess it's a matter of principle)

Uuhh, big spoilers ig if someone who hasn't already read last chapter does read this ????

KUWABARA MY LOVE! I love how you write him (who am I kidding, I love how you write the main cast, and the side characters and the antagonists and the—) like, he is so sweet?? But also very impulsive. Which ends up being very endearing if not a bit embarrassing (but like, second hand and not by a lot). I can relate to his want to have his favourite series finished, but also that Wakaba's agency is shitty and they treated her like,, real bad.

On the other hand I feel so bad for Wakaba :( I imagine that if you end up doing a series you want to end it the best way possible so the fact that she had to sacrifice years of work just because her agency did what they did... I hope she can finish it--

The whole chapter was super nice and the pacing was good, in the sense that it felt imminent that the secret was going out. I liked a lot the way Kurama was a bit flustered (I guess, with Kurama being Kurama?) when Kuwabara went barging in lol

Also!!! THE GIRLIES ARE HERE. I love them. Togashi should have given them so much more screentime!!!! Yukina my beloved aaaaa I'm looking forward to the shenanigans now that they are there.

But for the most shocking part of the chapter (for me) HIEI. SHORT KING. I truly wasn't expecting him at all?? I knew you would introduce him at some point but I definitely didn't think it would be in that chapter, you were truly spoiling us. He came all the way because he was worried about Yukina, and Wakaba's first and only reaction after all that had happened to her that week was: Do I get another futon?

She has me rolling ajshajsha there is something about deadpan characters = comedic relief that's very true. I think it's the essence of your characters, being effortlessly funny without trying lol I'm always happy when I read one of your stories 💞

I don't have much more to say, I was saving some comments for the ao3 but I don't think I will make it before you update the next one lolol uni's tfg is killing me already in October, I don't want to see myself in May ajsgajsvshws oTL

Anyways if I remember anything else I wanted to comment on, I will send you another ask filled with love 🫶

I hope you have a super nice next week!!! 🤗

Full disclosure, I've been having a couple of crappy weeks health wise and haven't worked on ALC since I posted chapter 6, but in the spirit (haha see what I did there) of the holiday I promise I'm going to spend the afternoon of the 31st and the 1st editing just so you can read it before you graduate also holy shit, where has time gone???

You know, you've made realize parallels between this and the situations that pop up in fandoms when someone involved in production is revealed to have done something awful. I think it's natural to go "NOOO MY BLORBOS" when you're invested, those feelings can't come at the expense of the people who've been harmed, and Kuwabara's 100% the type to prioritize people, no matter how disappointed he may be. I would be gutted if I were in Wakaba's shoes as well - nobody wins in this situation, except the publishing house that's raking it in thanks to the controversy.

I feel she's getting better though, having so many people around and a mystery to unravel hasn't left her a lot of time to be miserable. Another unexpected guest? Sure, whatever, she'll set up another bed, what difference will it make at this point. Maybe this will end up being a blessing in disguise. Maybe.

Thanks so much as always for sending these asks. ❤ They make my day every time. Best of luck with that TFG!

[confessionsofanarcadeaddict]

Just ignore the eyebrows, they'll grow back. Picked the wrong setting on the trimmers.

And here we are, another Saturday night at The Arcade! Considering that today was the first nice day in at least a couple weeks it's about average tonight. That's good news for you, because we have plenty of room I you want to get your game on! $20 gets you six decades of arcade goodness, as much as you like!

Okay, on to me. I'm 5 days into a 19 day consecutive working streak and I'm already tired. This is how tired I am: I made a status report video just to let you guys out there know what was going on, and when I got home that night, I completely forgot to post it. For like three days. It's still sitting on my phone and I'm prolly going to delete it because I can't believe I skitzed that hard. I'm embarrassed by that.

Not only that I have been just worn out. We've had really crappy weather over the last week or two, and that makes me feel even more tired. I have not had the energy to record episode 73, much to my chagrin. I've only streamed once this week past as well.

This week coming is supposed to have much better weather (including a near total eclipse on monday), so I'm going to try again. I might even do two episodes on consecutive nights to make up for the lack of content, but I am not promising a thing. I would much rather underpromise and overdeliver than the other way around.

On a more positive note, I'm going to do another test video tonight after closing. I think the way to go is to record without speaking and doa voice over later, explaining things as the video goes on. If I'm happy with the results, I'll start recording on Sundays as I have them off. Stay tuned!

[lockitgirl]

i will learn how to actually edit for iwagion

[hrtbreakanniversary]

HONESTY; druig [three]

pairing: mafia!druig x nurse!reader

word count: 3k

warnings: i can't write action scenes for shit, violence, nightmares, dirty men, blood, fighting, kidnapping (?), brief moment of SEXUAL ASSAULT

a/n: so sorry for that really long wait. finals are officially over and I no longer need to stress over that. ty for your patience and enjoy. I consider this more as a stepping point/filler of the story.

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This date was tolerable.

Starting off with the fact that Kro was easy on the eyes. He had those dark circles underneath his eyes like a Tim Burton character and his height was to brag for.

But that didn't blind her from the fact that everyone was wearing an outfit that costed more than the meal she was having. And the meal was barely a meal.

It didn't help that the man across her was awfully intimidating, hardly exchanging words between each other except for small talk. She was even able to carry out a fuller conversation with their waiter who was a large, dark male named Phastos. She learned his name in the case that the front asked because he saved her from falling asleep on top of the meal that could barely be called one.

But Kro was sweet. He pulled out for the chair for her and asked her about her day. Even let her rant about how crappy of a coworker she has, not putting his name in her mouth because she’s better than that, and stole her credit. He didn't poke fun at her when he realized she knew nothing about the type of meal they were eating and instead helped her out.

She even learned about how he just recieved a spot as a CEO at his company. Which is why she figured they were even able to get a spot in a place like this.

Also made the assumption that he was one of those bosses that never talked to his workers either because he could barely talk to her either. That didn't mean she didn't find him all that bad. He was probably the type of person that would open up after a while. Maybe a couple more dates and they'll be okay. IF there would be a couple more dates.

But there was an eerie feeling that was felt around him that she couldn't get passed. So seeing her apartment in her view made her a little more happier than it should've. But she'd much rather be under her sheets, rewatching season 1 of Ted Lasso.

"This is me." Motioning towards the building at the end of the street.

Kro stood at least a foot taller than she did, eyeing the large rural building. Y/N rolled side to side on her heal as he seemed more interested in the architecture of the place. “It seems to be getting late and we should end the night. It was nice meeting you, I’ll see you around.” She had already walked two steps when his voice rang through the air.

“I’m not a idiot, I know how much of a bore tonight must’ve been for you.”

“That obvious?” The cold air rushed by just in time to blame the red cheeks on that rather than her embarrassment. Now she felt bad. It's one thing to have a bad time. It's another to have the other know. Much work needed on her facial emotions. "I'm sorry. You didn't do anything wrong. I've just never done these type of things so I was a bit out of it."

A dick response was expected from Kro but he did the complete opposite. Instead, he laughed! The white of his teeth shined against the light of the moon, his finger returning to rub against his bottom lip again.

"I mean we still have the rest of the night ahead of us, it doesn't have to end here."

"Say, how much can you drink?"

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A bottle of red champagne seemed to have done the job of the lighting up the mood. Y/N herself had one too many drinks and was beginning to feel a bit woozy. The fairy lights in her house only becoming mere specks of dust in her eyes.

Kro took a sip of the sparkling white liquid, chuckling at the dry joke that slipped from her lips about hoppy frogs. Y/N continued to rake her mind for more and more jokes she knew about frogs, slowing down when she felt his heavy stare on her.

Unable to contain the blush on her cheeks, she played dumb” Is there something on my face?”

Kro smirked, his body moving closer towards hers, "You're one of the prettiest girls I've ever seen."

“Oh please.” She took a gulp of the wine as she rolled her eyes playfully. In such an alluring pace, she set her hand onto his broad shoulder. “How many girls have you said that to?”

"Just you."

"Oh yeah?"

He hummed but Y/N shook her head," I don't believe that."

Whilst she took another gulp from her wine, she hadn't noticed how close Kro had scooted towards her until she felt what was like sandpaper against her lips. It just felt like lips touching rather than an actual kiss as he wasn't pushing either. She hadn't even had the time to react to the kiss before Kro had pulled away. "Believe me now?" He spoke in a sensuous tone. She would believe him if the kiss didn't suck ass.

Maybe it just wasn't meant to be. Quickly giving him a quick peck to refrain herself from answering his question because anything that come out would just be the painful truth.

Swiftly shifting so she could place her glass onto the counter, she brought her hand up to his shoulder to squeeze it. It seemed like Kro had gotten the wrong message from her doing so because he leaned in for third kiss but she was already quick enough to turn her head. "It's getting kind of late, don't you think?" Way to be smooth about it.

The way his smile fell from her face made her feel so bad. Lie through it, woman. "I just have a shift tomorrow and want to get some rest." She stood up too quickly, almost feeling lightheaded. But she didn't want to see his reaction, to see his disappointment. The cups on the table interested the girl instead, immediately picking them to start "cleaning".

"You're welcome to use my bathroom if you need to before you go. Don't mind Callie, she'd hear it from me if she bothers you again."

This was another story to tell Annie. Knew that redhead would get a kick out of hearing about yet another gossipable event of her failing life.

"I'll see you around." He voiced from below her," Just hope that bloke Trevor doesn't bother you much tomorrow then."

She almost dropped the glasses from her hands when he finished his sentence. Any other day, she'd agree. Any other day, she wouldn't be phased. Any other day, she would go on and on about that but not today.

Because there's one thing she knew.

Trevor's name was never mentioned.

So how the hell did he know? It's not like you could search up males that work at her hospital. It's not she knew this stranger long enough for him to know the names of her co-workers.

It took a sudden rush of wind slipping in through her windows to wake her up. Oh god, he already knew. He knew that she knew. She doesn't know what she knows but she knows he isn't someone safe.

Her first instinct was to run towards the door but his arm quickly wrapped around her waist to pull her back, breath taken away." Now where do you think you're going, sweetheart?"

A grunt spilled form Kro's lips as Y/N elbowed him in the stomach. Taking his hunched over figure as a cue to run from him. The kitchen was closer to them as she stormed past the room.

What was she suppose to do? No prior knowledge on self defense. She never learned to hurt someone, she only knew how to repair. So deep in her thoughts, she hadn't even heard the door open again. "Y/N, I really did enjoy our date today." His slow and low voice no longer a soothing tone but chilling. A glare of knife flashed at her eyes, her hand inching slowly towards the handle. "It's a shame that we have to cut this night short."

The only sounds between them was the whimpers of Callie from the other side of the door who had just now woken up from the commotion.

" Although, I really do wish we met under different circumstances." It was like her body had turned to stone. Stiffening when she felt his presence right behind her, "What is called right person, wrong time?"

He had grabbed the knife before she could but she took advantage of the open space to run to the other side of the counter.

"Oh you smart little girl." He pointed the sharp object at her. "So smart that you didn't mind your own business. You should've left him to die."

"What are you even talking about?" She cursed herself for even speaking. But confusion was an understatement. Kro simply laughed at her response, shaking his head at her cluelessness," Baby, you don't know who you're messing with..." His eyes trailed up and down her body, Y/N wanting to cover herself with her arms but that would leave her completely vulnerable. Surveying what was in close grabs to her that could be potential weapon? "Come here, you little brat." Jumping forward, he swung the knife causing Y/N to duck before grabbing the unopened bottle of rose wine. She swung, letting it go at the last second, not caring where it landed.

A whimper could be heard from the opening of the door and she wished that Callie would just go. She mentally told the dog to go, she just hoped the dog would go

Kro let out a loud groan as the bottle had barely missed him, the glass hitting him square on the head. Teeth seething," You've done it now, bitch." He took one step forward but a sharp pain ran through his leg. Callie's teeth sinking deep. The adrenaline ran through her veins, like there was a hammer banging repeatedly on her head. Kro was able to kick the dog off of him, his face full of anger as he charged towards Y/N again but the girl was already running up the stairs. Y/N was at the top when she heard a loud yell, signaling that Callie lunged onto Kro.

Heaving breaths, she ran into the first empty room and shoved the door shut behind her. Whimpers and growls filled the house as slams echoed throughout the house. Tears brimmed the edge of her eyes, her fingers quickly plugging out the sound. It took a minute for the house to get silent again but realization sunk in. A sob broke from her lips but she knew that he was getting closer and closer to her as the wood of her stairs creaked under his feet. Hands automatically covering her mouth in fear she gave her away her hiding spot.

"I don't think Trevor could pester or push you around anymore anyways. " His slow and low voice no longer a soothing tone but chilling. "Seeing as he's dead. I slit his throat." His laugh so full of malice," Don't you want to thank me? That pesky little bug is off your back now."

Running his hand along the cold metal of the stairwell, "You know, YN, I wasn't going to hurt you. No, I thought you were just a regular girl and that we were going on a ordinary date. But you bragged. You bragged about being better and look where that's got you." Grunts of struggle as he climbed up the last step," Maybe Trevor was right. Putting woman in a man's place makes them think they're better than everybody."

Breath held as the light from the hallway that peeked in through the cracks was now split into two. The 1 dimensional room she was stuck in getting smaller, her back hitting the wall.

You'll never amount to anything.

The room now a pitch black.

Worthless piece of shit.

Wood pieces flew.

You are your mother's daughter.

Her lungs gasped for air as his glove clad slender fingers wrapped around her neck.

"Why don't I have my fun with you, yeah? Before I slit your pretty throat." His right hand remained on her neck as he squeezed tighter against the flesh, his hand moving down the zipper of his pants. Y/N sunk her fingers in his arm, using her legs to kick at his legs. "Get off me." She wheezed out. In response, Kro threw her across to her bed. Whilst the sheets would usually give her comfort, she felt like she was drowning in the cotton material.

Crawling like a toddler, tears streaming down her face. She struggled to make to the edge before it felt as if she was being scalped. Kro grabbed a handful of her hair, his goal of putting onto her back. “ Stop making this hard for yourself, sweetie. The less you budge, the faster this goes.” Both of his hands placed over his neck. The food from tonight coming up her throat, feeling him grind against the lower part of her body.

Nails digging into flesh of his arm, she pushed harder but he only tightened his grip.

Kro's facial features transformed into somebody so familiar, her body stiffening as her eyes grew wild. Gasps of air following as the mouth of the man she knew so well sneered down at her.

"You're my little girl. You understand me, hmm? I own you, kid."

“Papa please.” Whimpering, her hands faltering as her grip loosened and the feeling between her legs growing numb. No air to scream for help. Helpless.

Several clashes and clinks were heard from downstairs but the factor skim through her head as she could feel her eyes rolling back, the world around her turning black.

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Jolting up from the cold cloth that touched her skin, she gasped for the needed air and rose her hand to touch her sore throat. But the movement was halted by force. Looking down, a brown rope was attached to her wrists. Limiting the movement of her arms from the wood of the bed to the edge of the mattress.

She didn't need to look around to see that she wasn't even in her own room. The room painted a dull grey, one curtain draped window in the middle of it all. Stuffed animals filled the shelfs and random furniture and boxes were placed around the room. Almost like a storage room.

What happened?

The tightening feeling in the chest felt as if a hand was reaching in there and squeezing it. Why wasn't she dead? Why hasn't Kro killed her? Where has Kro taken her? She kept pulling and pulling at the ropes, feeling the burn imprint a mark on his wrist.

A soft cough stopped her movements. Through the fallen pieces of hair of her conveniently tied up hair, she could barely see the red headed little girl.

The red head from the hospital grasped the damp towel in her hand, worry clear on her face. Was it for Y/N or was it for herself? For the the little girl looked shaken as if she wasn't expecting something to happen. It was fair to believe that Y/N wasn't suppose to be awake so soon so she was even more suspicious of this situation. What? Did they drug her and hoped she wouldn't wake up?

So she tugged again and again on the rope, hoping for it to work like the movies where the material would just snap. So concentrated on the task at hand that the only being that was in the room other than her left urgently.

Not more than a minute, Sprite returned but instead with a women and two men who stood on either side of her. It was Sersi and the two men who seemed oddly familiar.

Bile ran up her throat, threatening to push out when she realized just who they were.

The men from outside the apartment building. The ones that Callie was oddly very cautious about. Y/N knew she should've listened. Trusted her dog's insight.

Jeezus, is Callie even alive right?

Just as importantly, have they been watching her this whole time? Following her?

She could feel the blood draining from her body as if she couldn't even more colder than she was right now, her body shaking in fevers. Did Kro not kill her? Did he bring her to wherever he hide his victims to continue his torture on her?

"Y/N." Sersi spoke first but Y/N shook her head, squishing back and forth on the hard mattress. The restraints feeling tighter the more she resisted them. Sersi sighed before taking a step closer with her two men and Sprite staying behind," Y/N, listen to me."

"Please let me go. I swear I don't know anything." Her voice cracking out with each syllable, a result of the tight hold that Kro had on her throat from earlier that night. Was that earlier that night, she thought, she didn't know how long she's been out nor how long she's been down here.

Sersi sighed and placed her warm hand against Y/N's stiff shoulder, halting her movements." Y/N, you are safe. Kro is not here and he will not find you here." Her accent dripping from each word, the tone comforting the trembling girl, "Y/N, as long as you are here, you will not be harmed" She repeated again. Slower this time as if she was talking to somebody who was younger and didn't understand the words she was using. Staring at the unchanging facial expressions that were frozen on the girl's face as if she was hoping to receive a nod of understanding.

But all Y/N could think about is what the hell did she get herself into?

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Druig leaned against the counter, humming to the tune that played in the lobby. Hissing when he pushed the alcohol filled cotton swab against the open wounds imprinted on his knuckles.

A cough earned his attention, Sersi with her arms crossed against in her chest. Unclear how she felt? Was she disappointed? Was she pleased because for once, Druig lifted his finger for another person?

"You shouldn't have done that."

So she was disappointed.

"What? Beat the crap out of that asshole?" Druig scoffed," You're right. Should've killed him."

Sersi shook her head in disbelief," I told you to get the key and bring it to Kingo and Gilgamesh. They would deal for the rest if something were to go wrong. And what did you do? You didn't alert anyone and went around-"

"I knew that man was Kro. Why wait for ultimate worse to happen to make a move? And remember that that when I walked in there-" He cut himself, his body shivering in disgust at the sight he saw. The red that clouded his vision. The red that dripped from that every crevices of the taller male's face. His memory filled with the girl laid frozen on the bed as if she were paralyzed.

"And because of that, Kro had gotten away. You had no backup whatsoever. You were one step closer from getting out of this and now you're three steps back. Not because of anybody but yourself."

Druig stayed silent, his jaw locked as he stared ahead.

"She's your responsibility now."

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[starwarstbbfan]

THE BAD BATCH: THE RUNAWAY

ONE SHOT - Calli's first period with the boys...

A/N: This takes place soon after the first mission Calli went on with the boys on Felucia. I've been wanting to do this one shot for a while but had some trouble coming up with what to write. But I've finally finished this one shot and I'm quite proud of it and hope it'll make you laugh! Of course, some of this is exaggerated for humorous purposes.

WARNING: Mentions of blood and they talk about periods and stuff. If that makes you uncomfortable, please don't read, I won't judge you lol. I understand that not everyone is open about topics like these.

When Calli woke up, there was only one word to describe how she felt: crappy. She wasn't sure why though...yet. But when her lower stomach suddenly felt like it was being stabbed, she instantly knew. Her period was about to start.

Son of a bantha. Usually, the cramps started a day or two before her actual period.

Hearing the others begin to stir awake, her irritation morphed into embarrassment and horror. It's only been three weeks since she joined the squad. They were still getting used to one another and getting to know each other, and now this has to happen?

Calli had to hold back a groan when another stab of pain came from her lower stomach, fell back down on her bed and curled into a fetal position on her side while clutching her middle.

Unfortunately she couldn't stay like that, and a little while later was forced to get up and help Tech with doing some repairs on the ship. Their mission on Felucia had ended with a little air battle with a few leftover Separatist fighters and they'd done a number on the shields and one of the wings - and instead of going to one of the Republic Cruisers that were orbiting above the planet, Tech insisted they could land on a different planet and do the repairs themselves.

Once Calli had changed, she made her way into the main hold where Tech and Crosshair were the only ones to be found and were eating ration bars for breakfast.

"Well good morning, sleeping beauty." Crosshair quipped, and Calli only sent him a glare in reply before getting a ration bar of her own, though truth be told she was really craving something sweet.

"Uh, you alright Callista?" Tech asked with concern, noticing that the girl hadn't countered Crosshair's remark with a sarcastic one of her own.

"I'm fine." Was Calli's short reply. Tech didn't buy this, but knew better than to question her further, much to the teenager's relief. "Where's Hunter and Wrecker?"

"They left for the town about fifteen minutes ago to get supplies." Calli nodded, then realized she didn't have any feminine supplies of her own. She sighed to herself, wondering how she was going to be able to sneak off to go buy what she needed.

I'll figure something out.

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If there's one thing Calli has learned from being with the Bad Batch, it's that Tech is very protective of the Havoc Marauder. He's referred to it as his ship when Hunter isn't around, though Calli is certain that the Sergeant is aware of Tech's attachment and is nice enough to let his brother lay claim to the ship.

Calli didn't mind it one bit, until she started being Techs' helping hand with repairs and such. On top of being possessive of the Havoc Marauder, Tech also had his pride over being exceptionally smart and thus almost always considered his way of doing things the only right way to do it.

This was harder for Calli to deal with, but she usually could deal with his know-it-all attitude.

Usually.

But, Calli was in extreme pain which worsened her already short temper. And in the two hours they were working on the ship, Wrecker and Hunter had returned.

Wrecker seemed to be especially hyper and loud today, and Calli found herself on multiple occasions close to snapping at him. That, coupled with Crosshair and his usual salty attitude and snarky remarks, added to Calli's aggravation.

At the moment she was removing some wires that had been fried and replacing them.

Calli could feel Tech's presence behind her, looking over her shoulder as she worked. She tried her best to ignore the goggled clone and focus on her task, but she could feel him breathing down her neck and it was very, extremely, utterly annoying.

Finally it seemed Tech couldn't keep quiet.

"No, that's not the right way to do it." He stated, and Calli closed her eyes and sighed, before nodding and attempting to correct her apparent mistake. She heard Tech draw in a breath and ground her jaw in frustration, not having to turn around to know he'd raised his signature pointer finger as he spoke again. "No no, the correct way to do that is -" Calli growled and finally snapped, swiveling around to glare at her squadmate.

"Tech!" She said sharply, and he stopped talking, not expecting to be interrupted, "I've worked on starships the second I was able to hold a tool properly. I think I know what I'm doing." Tech nodded and again raised his stupid finger and Calli had half a mind to rip it off.

With her enhanced strength it was totally possible.

"I know, I am simply trying to help and offer a few suggestions-" Calli interrupted him.

"Well maybe I don't want any suggestions, did you ever think about that?" She asked rhetorically, before throwing her hands up, "You know what, if you don't trust me then you should fix this kriffing ship yourself." Calli proceeded to throw her tools on the ground, and after moving around Tech was going to head somewhere to cool off only to be stopped by Hunter who'd heard all the commotion and came outside.

"Alright, what's going on?" Hunter asked, this not being the first time Calli has gotten into a fight with one of the boys. They were still getting used to the new addition and some arguments were bound to happen. So far Hunter has managed to diffuse most of them, only one involving an actual physical fight - between Calli and Crosshair. Hunter didn't even know why the fight started, though he figured it was over something stupid as those two were the most petty of the whole bunch. He might've let it continue so they could hash it out - Hunter and his brothers got into many physical fights growing up but it was never too violent, maybe just some shoving and wrestling, which is what Calli and Crosshair were doing though the former did try to throw a few punches - but since Calli had enhanced strength and wasn't entirely in control of it he feared that she might actually hurt Crosshair more than intended. Of course Hunter never said that exactly as it would tick off his brother and make it sound like he was weak.

"Nothing," Calli replied shortly and she tried to walk around the Sergeant but unfortunately was unsuccessful.

"Don't give me that."

"Why don't you ask Tech as he seems to know everything." Calli replied snarkily. Instead of being mad that his youngest squadmate was giving him attitude, Hunter was concerned and put a hand on her shoulder.

"Are you alright?” He asked, “There's something off about you, I can sense it." For a brief moment Calli panicked, completely forgetting that she wasn’t the only one with enhanced senses.

"I'm just… not feeling too hot right now." As if on cue her lower stomach exploded in pain, feeling as if someone had plunged a vibroblade into it. She tried to hold back a grimace though some expression of discomfort must have made its way onto her face because Hunter immediately asked if she was alright. "Y-Yeah. I'm gonna go get something to eat." This time Hunter let her pass though watched her retreating form with a suspicious expression. He was still learning about Calli and therefore didn't know if this sudden outburst was the result of something bothering her or if it was just normal for Calli - Tech had called a squad meeting one night after Calli had gone to sleep and gave an impromptu lecture about how to act and take care of a teenage girl, (somehow Tech got it in his mind that since Calli was underage, not only was she a member of the squad, but technically in a way they were her guardians) though truth be told Hunter tuned most of it out. He viewed Callista as just another member of the squad and treated her as such.

Perhaps I should've listened, then I might know what's going on.

Meanwhile, inside the Havoc Marauder, Calli was rifling through the provisions the boys got on the supply run and she hoped that Wrecker had convinced Hunter to get something even remotely sweet or at least had some flavor that wasn't tasteless rations.

Crosshair walked into the main hold and paused while raising an eyebrow upon seeing Calli's legs sticking up in the air as her upper body was completely inside the crate as she dug around.

Alas, she found nothing and had the sudden urge to burst into tears over it. She just wanted something yummy, as stressed spelled backwards is desserts and so the solution to her current predicament.

"Are you crying?" He asked once she'd pulled herself out of the crate, eyes watering and wearing a pout on her lips as she slumped down to the floor of the ship. Crosshair didn't sound the least bit concerned, more like he was taken aback and maybe a slight bit amused by the sight. Calli tried her best to act tough and to see her reduced to tears was very unlike the girl.

"I just want something other than rations right now - and - and we don't have any!" She wailed like a three year old and Crosshair blinked in shock, not expecting that sort of answer. Tears were now streaming down her face and Crosshair did the only thing he could think of - have someone else deal with a crying girl.

"Hunter!" The Sergeant casually walked in from outside, figuring that Crosshair was going to complain about something like he always did.

"What?" He asked, looking first at Crosshair and then noticing Calli. Hunter looked at his brother with a questioning expression.

"... she's crying because we only have rations to eat…" was the sniper's answer and Hunter at first didn't believe him, but Crosshair's expression was completely serious. He looked back at Calli, who continued to cry for another ten seconds - then her mood completely shifted and after drying her cheeks she stood up and looked at the boys with an indifferent expression.

“What are you looking at?” She asked with attitude and when the boys didn’t answer - to freaked out if they were being honest - she huffed and walked to a different part of the ship. The two brothers looked at each other with bewilderment.

And things only got worse from there.

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The next morning…

When Hunter woke up suddenly, he didn't know why at first. It was still nighttime on the planet they were on and everyone was sleeping soundly. He heard some noise coming from the cockpit but knew it was Tech who pretty much only slept when he was on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion, his mind always racing - an unfortunate result of his enhancement.

But that's not what caused Hunter to wake up. Then what was it?

Then the smell hit him like a ton of bricks. Blood. His heightened sense of smell picked up the slight metallic scent that he was all too familiar with, being a soldier and all.

Immediately the Sergeant got up from his bed and went to turn on the lights, which caused a series of groans to come from Wrecker and Crosshair, while Calli surprisingly remained conked out - that in itself was unusual as any small and foreign noise or sudden change like the lights being turned on awoke her - it took her a few days to get used to the racket Tech made while the rest of them slept.

Hunter was aware of her lack of reaction and quickly climbed up the racks to reach hers on top and his heart sank when he laid eyes on the stained red sheets. At some point during her slumber Calli had kicked off her blanket and was laying on her side facing the wall, giving the Sergeant a full view of the blood now on the bunk and her pants.

"Holy kriff!" Hunter exclaimed, losing his cool for a moment as he took in how much blood there was. His loud voice jolted his two other brothers awake, and Wrecker actually fell out of his bunk when he tried to get up too fast, thinking they were under attack or something. But Hunter didn’t pay attention and put a hand on Calli’s shoulder and began shaking it roughly to wake her up, not thinking of the consequences of doing such a thing.

Calli’s eyes opened and out of reflex grabbed the hand on her shoulder proceeded to twist the arm attached to it in an unnatural way, and Hunter let out a cry of pain. When Calli registered the voice, she shot up in bed while letting the hand go, only to hit her head on the roof of the ship and let out a cry of pain of her own and fall back down on the mattress.

“Dank Ferrik!” Calli swore, her voice groggy yet laced with irritation as she rubbed her forehead while trying to wake up. “What the heck is wrong with you?”

“You’re bleeding!” Hunter yelled, pointing to the blood stain. In her half asleep state, it didn’t quite register at first what the Sergeant said, and she blinked in confusion before looking to where Hunter was pointing and then her eyes became saucers when she saw the bood. Now wide awake, Calli said another curse word in Mando'a and her face became red from embarrassment.

Kriff kriff kriff!

“Come down so Tech can look you over!” Hunter ordered, going into full dad mode, “Did you get hurt on Felucia and not tell us?!” Calli sighed and honestly just wanted to crawl into a hole and die. Of course she couldn't do that, so she settled for the next best thing and reached to where her blanket was bunched up at the end of the bunk, pulling it over her body and head then curling back into a ball. Hunter watched all this with complete bewilderment. How can she be so calm when she’s bleeding??? And if she’s been injured this whole time, how did I not smell the blood before?

Hunter came to the conclusion that she lost too much blood and was on the verge of dying with her lack of panic over bleeding.

“Wrecker go get Tech and find the medkit!” The giant clone was splayed out on the floor of the ship and was in a slight daze from being woken up so suddenly, and looked up at the Sergeant with confusion.

“What’s going on?” Wrecker asked, still groggy and not being able to process fully what his brother was saying. That there was an apparent emergency involving their youngest squad mate.

“Tech. Medkit. NOW!” Hunter yelled and Wrecker understood his orders this time and jumped to his feet to go do as he was told, still confused as to what was going on but knowing better than to argue with an agitated Hunter. Some shuffling and angry mumbling came from Crosshair’s bunk before the sniper rolled back the privacy curtain to glare at his brother.

“Hey! Some of us are trying to sleep!” He snapped.

“Well it’s nice to know you don’t care about the fact that Calli might be BLEEDING to death!” Hunter snapped back and Crosshair blinked, now confused.

“What? Bleeding?”

“Yes Crosshair, BLEEDING!”

Right after Hunter yelled that, Wrecker reappeared with Tech close behind, the latter with the medkit, ready to help. But by now Calli had had enough of the shouting and panic and growled - yes, growled - while throwing the blanket off to glare daggers at the boys.

“CAN EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE KRIFF UP!!!!!” Calli screamed at the top of her lungs, causing Hunter to jump and wince as he was closest to her and it hurt his ears. The other three boys all wore similar looks of bewilderment, none of them understanding what the heck was going on. “Just leave me alone, I’m fine!!!”

“The blood says otherwise.” Crosshair stated dryly, now seeing what Hunter did from his bunk which was across from his. Once again Calli’s face became a dark shade of red that rivaled the stain on her sheets.

“It’s - It’s not what you think.” She muttered quietly, internally feeling mortified as now everyone was aware of what was happening. Hunter scoffed in disbelief and shook his head.

“Then enlighten me.” Hunter countered. Calli opened her mouth, but then shut it, her embarrassment increasing tenfold as four sets of eyes looked at her expectantly, waiting for an explanation. It all became too much for the fifteen year old, who up until now never had to deal with her period around other people. Now she was living with four grown men who probably never had things like periods explained to them - after all it wasn’t useful in the heat of battle. Heck, even Calli didn’t know about them, as apparently Nala Se didn’t think it necessary to explain such things to her. So when she experienced it the first time, well let’s just say she was prepared to die, especially when the blood flow continued for six days straight. Of course she noticed that some days were heavier than others, and that confused her even more. Thankfully through the power of the holonet, Calli figured out what was happening after day three. Yet she was confused when researching that there would also be terrible cramping and the possibility of her emotions being all over the place - only that didn’t happen and Calli stupidly thought that maybe she’d be spared all those unpleasant side effects.

Calli found out the hard way that she was oh so wrong, as the second period was way worse.

Back to the present, Calli without warning shoved Hunter back so he fell to the ground(he landed on his feet, don’t worry), thus allowing the girl to get off her bunk. She kept her head down and pushed the guys away when they attempted to come closer and see if she was alright, shuffling her way to the refresher. After locking the door and ignoring the commotion on the other side, Hunter demanded that she come out. He wasn’t angry at her, though it came across that he was by the tone of his voice but he was worried. Sure it’s only been a few weeks since Calli joined the squad and they’d learned pretty quickly she was prone to angry outbursts and they were all getting used to living together, but she’d never acted this way.

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Outside in the main hold…

“What exactly happened?” Tech questioned Hunter, trying to get a better understanding of what exactly the situation was. Hunter sighed and ran a hand through his hair anxiously, Wrecker wearing a similar expression and while Crosshair appeared to be calm he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of worry for the girl. They haven’t exactly gotten along, both of them always at each other’s throats, but still when someone you know wakes up with blood around them, it’s bound to worry even people like Crosshair who preferred to keep their feelings locked up.

“I-I don’t know. I woke up and smelled blood and found it on her sheets.” Hunter reamined staring at the door as he spoke, so he didn’t see when realization dawned on the genius clone’s features, “But I can’t tell where it came from.” Tech couldn’t help but facepalm at his brother’s cluelessness; after all he’d explained it all to the boys weeks ago. He’d suspected that they didn’t pay much attention, but hoped his brothers at least listened to the part about the menstrual cycles.

“Tech…” Crosshair said in a low voice, recognizing his brother’s ‘I know something you don’t’ look. Hunter’s head snapped in Tech’s direction, squinting his eyes upon seeing the hint of a smile on his mouth. How could he be smiling at a time like this?

“What’s so funny?” Hunter asked in the same tone as Crosshair, though his sounded even more intimidating, yet Tech didn’t feel threatened. Instead he shook his head and motioned for Hunter to step away from the door, and Hunter did, reluctantly, eyeing his brother as he knocked softly on the door.

“Callista? I know what’s happening and I can help you, if you’ll let me in.” It was quiet for a little while, then they heard the door unlock. Before going in, Tech said over his shoulder, “Just look up menstrual periods on the holonet. Maybe next time you’ll listen when I explain something to you.” With that the door shut, leaving three clones gawking at their youngest brother.

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In the refresher…

Calli was pressed into the back corner of the refresher, fighting off tears - out of embarrassment or just plain emotional mood swings, Tech wasn’t sure. It was a very tiny room, and Tech stood there awkwardly for a moment, and decided to sit down on the ground in front of the door, slightly turned to the left so he was facing Calli, leaving about two feet of space between them. It was a tight fit, especially with all his armor, but somehow Tech found a comfortable position, sitting with his legs crossed and hands on his knees, wracking his mind for a way to approach the problem without setting Calli off. He understood her embarrassment and just wanted to help. Much to his relief, Calli spoke up first, in a quiet almost nonexistent voice.

“How can you help me?” Tech suddenly looked very pleased with himself and reached over to the small cabinet located underneath the sink. Opening it, he took out a box and held it out to Calli. She gave him a confused look but took the box from his hands while Tech began explaining.

“I’d known that women had cycles that they go through and something told me that I should learn more about it as I assumed you went through it. I know you have a period once a month and it lasts up to seven days at most.” Calli nodded, slightly weirded out by the fact that he researched periods but at the same time there was some relief over the fact that one of her squadmates knew what was going on and didn’t think she was dying. She was even more surprised upon opening the box to find things she’d need during her period, including a heating pad! And there were a few bars of chocolate, and again Calli had to hold back tears as it had been exactly what she was craving. She looked up at Tech with bewilderment as he continued, “I got them shortly before our mission to Felucia.”

“B-But how did you know when I’d you know, start?”

“I calculated shortly after you joined the team. It’s been about three and a half weeks since you’ve joined the squad and I made an estimated guess as to when it would start. Though sometimes they can be late, even if you're not pregnant. I simply wanted to be prepared for it and knew you’d be too self conscious about it to ask us to stop somewhere to get the needed supplies and that wouldn’t be ideal for you or the rest of us. I think the other’s reactions pretty much confirm that.” This made Calli chuckle and Tech found himself smiling too as they thought about how freaked out Hunter had been. Hunter was never going to live that down.

After laughing for a bit Calli became quiet again and Tech noticed the tears pool in them and his eyebrows drew together in concern. Had he done something wrong, maybe forgotten something?

“What’s the matter?” Calli shook her head and wiped her eyes but Tech looked so worried that she had to give him an explanation to lessen his anxiety.

“It’s just… No one has ever, you know, gone through the trouble to help me like this. It’s weird, but not in a bad way. I guess what I’m trying to say is… thank you. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem. I simply wanted to be prepared and you to be comfortable. I know we aren’t the easiest people to live with and it’s been hard for you to adjust. And you're more irritable during this time and hoped this would at least keep me in your good graces. It’s why I included the chocolate.” Calli couldn’t help but bust out laughing at his confession and Tech chuckled while massaging the back of his neck nervously, sort of embarrassed for basically admitting he didn’t want to be on Calli’s bad side during her period. “Anyways, i’ll give you some privacy and try to calm the others down, though they’re most likely mortified. And if you need space, I’ll be in the cockpit but won’t bother you so feel free to hang out in there.” Again Calli was on the verge of tears, but she was able to hold back her emotions, at least until Tech left.

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Ten minutes later…

When Calli finally mustered up the courage to exit the refresher, she found Hunter and Wrecker crowded around a data pad that the Sergeant held in his hands. Their mouths were agape and they all looked absolutely mortified at what they were learning. Crosshair was standing off to the side, having already read what he needed to and getting the gist of what was happening and he made himself a cup of caf while Hunter and Wrecker remained frozen in their spots. They couldn’t tear their gazes away from the article, both the clones rereading it over and over, unable to comprehend the information at all! They all looked up when Calli reluctantly stepped into the room and if Calli wasn’t still embarrassed she’d have found their reactions hilarious.

“So… you bleed… for seven days straight?” Wrecker asked slowly and Crosshair rolled his eyes while Calli confirmed this. Wrecker sputtered and looked at Calli with eyes as wide as saucers, “How do you not DIE?”

“Well it certainly feels like I’m dying.” Calli admitted, relaxing slightly as the boys didn’t seem to be disgusted by her period, just surprised and maybe a little horrified as well.

Crosshair tsked from his spot by the door leading to the cockpit. "I think you're being a little overdramatic." He said while shaking his head, and Calli slowly turned to look at him with daggers for eyes. Hunter and Wrecker shared weary looks and the former ran a hand down his face, knowing that his brother had probably just signed his death sentence. Calli can be testy on a regular basis, but right now she is in immense pain and extremely uncomfortable, and Crosshair just wrote off her pain like it was nothing.

“Oh really? How about I kick you somewhere special and you can get a small inkling of what I’m going through!” Calli threatened while stepping closer to the sniper in an attempt to intimidate him, even if he was a foot taller than her.

“Studies have shown that the level of pain women experience with the cramps rivals that of when they’re giving birth.” Tech inputted, appearing out of nowhere with a bottle in his hands that no one noticed at first. He was hoping to diffuse the tension between Calli and Crosshair by spouting off facts in hopes that the sniper would empathize more with their youngest squadmate, though there was a fat chance of that happening. Severe and unyielding was his nature, Tech had learned that long ago.

Before Crosshair could come up with another scathing remark, Tech turned to Calli and held out the small bottle to her.

“What’s this?” Calli asked, too lazy to read the label.

“Painkillers.”

“Painkillers…” Calli repeated, more to herself and she looked at the bottle for a second, then back at Tech as if he’d just performed a miracle, and in a way he did. “Painkillers!” she said again with enthusiasm, and she let out a short breathy laugh, “How come I never thought to take them for the cramps?? Tech you’re a genius!!” Calli quickly unscrewed the lid and poured the proper amount in her hand. After handing the bottle back to Tech, Calli popped the pills in her mouth and without asking took Crosshair’s cup of caf from his hands and used that to wash them down. (Quick author's note: I know it might be weird that Calli didn't know you could take painkillers to help with cramps. I based that off myself because for some reason I never put two and two together nor was told that I could take stuff to lessen the pain. I only just learned that recently after dealing with super bad cramp pains for years. It probably makes me seem dumb but oh well, that's just what happened. Back to the story.)

“Hey!” Crosshair exclaimed, but his protest fell on deaf ears. Out of spite Calli downed the entire drink and after letting out a content hum she plopped the cup back in his hands, giving the clone a smug look before sauntering off to the cockpit. Crosshair clenched his jaw and after letting out a harsh sigh he went to make himself another cup of caf.

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Later…

Calli was in the cockpit, watching a movie on her datapad and munching on one of the chocolate bars Tech - who’d stepped out briefly to check something on the outside of the Havoc Marauder - had given her. It turned out to be a real tear jerker and while Calli normally didn’t cry so easily this time she did.

Wrecker walked in, looking for his Lula doll and stopped in his tracks when he heard sniffling. Looking around the room, his eyes spotted Calli in the co-pilot’s seat. She spun the chair around when she heard someone come in, thinking it was Tech. Wrecker took in her tear stained face and immediately rushed to her side asking what was wrong. Calli began sputtering out random nonsense in a failed attempt to explain what the movie was about and why it had made her cry, but unfortunately Wrecker couldn’t understand any of what Calli said and he had half a mind to go get Tech.

“Uhhh, do you need a hug or something?” he asked once Calli finished her babbling. Calli nodded and before Wrecker could even give her a hug she stopped crying for a second and held out the datapad in Wrecker’s direction.

“Wanna watch with me?” she asked, also waving the chocolate bar in his direction to persuade him with the promise of sharing her sweets.

Ten minutes later Hunter went into the cockpit, and he froze in his tracks at the scene before him. Wrecker and Calli were sitting side by side against the console at the front and were both blubbering like babies as they had just finished watching an emotionally charged scene of the movie. Still sobbing, Calli held out the chocolate bar to Wrecker and he broke a piece off while crying also, not looking away from the screen.

It’s going to be a long week… Hunter thought to himself.

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Hope you all liked this chapter!!! I didn't intend for it to be so long but 5,000 words later and voila! A bunch of humor and fluff! And I know Crosshair was kinda mean but remember this is when she first joins the squad, and their relationship is still rocky. But Calli stood up for herself, go her! At least Tech sympathized with her right? And made sure she had all she needed! And Wrecker is there to give hugs and cry along with Calli! Hunter of course imagined the worst was happening but that just added some humor to the whole situation, and I hope it made you laugh!!

~B.C.

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𝟕 𝐏.𝐌. ー 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬.

#pairing ー very sleepy! kita shinsuke x gn! reader

#warnings ー none but kitas really whipped its kinda embarrassing + he doesnt shower before laying down despite being stinky u gross little boy

#genre ー best friends to lovers-ish(?), fluff, angst

#wc ー 1.2k

for @kyotarou's 24h collab!! p.s thank u vi @hikariakaashi for helping me out with this teehee <3

'i'm beat,' kita thinks upon carelessly tossing his dirty old gym bag on the ground. his movements are heavy and sluggish, a fatigued expression present on his handsome features. the contents of his bag spill out, but kita can't find it in himself to bend down and fix it.

the poor boy looks less than pitiful at this moment. having forgotten to pack an umbrella this morning, his clothes stick to his body like a second skin. he peels off the damp clothing with a grimace, wincing when the discarded fabric lands on his bedroom floor with a resounding 'plop!'

kita is all but ready to settle into bed and get some well-deserved rest, but just as he pulls on his favorite pair of pajamas and tucks himself in, his phone rings.

"hello?" he answers wearily, not even bothering to check who had decided to call him. the only thing on his mind is the sweet temptation that is sleep.

"hi, kita!"your chipper voice replies. the boy winces at how enthusiastic and happy you sound, despite it being 7 p.m on a wednesday night. he wonders how you can keep your energy levels so high; he'd have to take a few notes.

"oh, hi (name)," it wasn't unusual for you to call kita (he practically expected you to), although it was quite unconventional; you two lived just across the street from each other. 

he still didn't quite understand why you insisted on calling him every night just before dinner, but over the years he's learned that it's better to leave some things unquestioned. that, and because he liked it when you took the time out of your day to speak to him.

"how was your day today?" he asks, a hint of interest lacing his usually monotone voice. 

"oh! well, today was actually pretty fun! me and atsumu actually ended up in detention today because..." you begin. kita listens as you tell him about the happenings of your day, from the positives to your daily frustrations.

although he wouldn't admit it, he treasures these moments most. the moments where you speak about anything and everything and he just listens, humming or letting out a small "really, they said that?" to show that he was somewhat invested. 

there have been times when you'd pout at kita and accuse him of never listening to what you say, claiming that you'd often hear him snoring while you ranted. kita would just chuckle and shake his head, not denying but not confirming your suspicions either.

in his heart, no matter how many times he may have accidentally fallen asleep to your voice, he knows that he'd never intentionally tune you out. you're too special to him for that.

you were his first long-term friend. hell, why should he put it lightly? you were his first ever friend. 

when the other kids refused to play with him, calling him sickly and weak and slow and all the things that damaged his self-confidence, you stuck by his side. you took his hand with the friendliest smile he had ever seen and you made him feel like he belonged. you didn't tip-toe around topics, you didn't hesitate to call people out on their bullshit. you were confident and strong, and kita liked that about you. 

and while he wouldn't necessarily say he was in love, he felt strongly about you. the way your easy-going smile would morph into a look of defiance and mischief once provoked was enough for his heart to start beating erratically in his chest. how you'd hold his hand absentmindedly when you two would be caught in a crowd, how your eyes shone like the stars when you'd laugh at a stupid joke one of the twins would make, the furrow of your brows when you were deep in thought, the childish lilt in your voice when you'd tease poor aran on the rare occasion that he was flustered. kita felt strongly about it all. 

"kita? are you still there? you've gone awfully quiet," you trail off from your story about how suna had gotten one of osamu and atsumu's arguments on tape. 

"what? oh yeah, just thinking about some things," his voice tapers off at the end of his sentence. he can hear a faint hum of concern from your end, as well as the sound of rustling sheets.

"what kind of things?" you ask softly. 

kita hums, repositioning himself and resting his chin on his arm. "nice things,"

"you're a shit conversationalist, you know that?" an exasperated sigh crackles through the crappy speakers of kita's phone.

he chuckles, a pleasant, low sound that comes deep from his chest. "so i've been told," he says, voice barely above a whisper. 

for a moment, silence fills the air. the tired boy closes his eyes and listens to the soft hum of your air conditioning. 

"your grandma told me about how you forgot your umbrella this morning," kita can envision the small pout on your lips, the same one you always wear when you scold him.

"is that so?" he doesn't bother suppressing a smile.

"yeah, she did," you sigh. kita hears more rustling, this time accompanied by a soft grunt. "you should stop overworking yourself. i don't know why you feel the need to keep tiring yourself out to the point where you can barely remember to eat breakfast. don't do that to yourself!"

"i know, i'm sorry," he apologizes. he's noticed you have a wonderful knack for encouraging and reassuring people. he loves that about you.

"yeah, you better be..." and once more, it's silent between you two. kita doesn't really mind; it's the kind of silence like in those cheesy romance books, the comfortable one where neither of you have to worry about filling the gap. it's nice, he thinks. 

just as kita begins to nod off to sleep, he hears the muffled call of your name, presumably from your mother. 

"oh, i have to go now," kita shakes the temptation of sleep away from his mind and feels the familiar dread that always came when you'd tell him you needed to go. "i'll see you tomorrow at school, yeah? and don't forget to eat dinner and shower tonight! your grandma's really worried about you!"

a plethora of reassurances leave kita's mouth as you list the things he needs to do. the boy is hardly able to quell the urge to roll his eyes. "i know, i know! don't worry so much about me, i can take care of myself!"

an indignant huff sounds from your end of the line, but softens into a relenting sigh. "i know kita, but you can't blame me! you're my best friend, i have a right to worry about you!"

he feels a strange stirring in his heart at your words, but he chooses to ignore it. "i know. i'll try my best to take better care of myself, so don't worry so much about me, okay?"

the line goes quiet for a second. "okay,"

"okay," he closes his eyes once more, chewing on the soft flesh of his lower lip. "and (name)?"

"yeah, kita?"

kita hesitates for a second too long, for as soon as the words "i think i'm in love with you," leave his lips,

the call had already ended.

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Frozen Within the Night Wind: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 6

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me. All rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"Baby, you don't wanna leave You'd be sorry, 'cause honestly I can make you feel better, any day Look at what you've done for me, I called it how I see You belong with me."

Stick by: BANKS

For the next few weeks Me, the Cullens, and the wolves have been keeping watch on Bella and Charlie. It wasn't an easy alliance and anytime Sam or Leah went onto patrol they wouldn't even acknowledge me. So I often patrolled with Emmett and Jasper to make things less tense. Tonight however I had no choice but to patrol with one of the wolves... a plus side about tonight though, Bella wouldn't be here... she was out with Jacob right now. I had made an excuse that I was staying with the Cullens for the night so dad wouldn't be too suspicious.

"Are you sure Darlin, I can stay behind on this hunt to be with you."

"I'll be fine...I'm sure Sam won't do anything to me. Besides, I've already hunted for the week...you haven't hunted these past two trips because of me...Go I promise I'll be fine."

He sighed before wrapping his arms around me and laying his head on my shoulder. It didn't last long however since we heard rustling behind us. We both turned to see Sam in his wolf form standing there.

"I'll see you later love."

"Bye love."

When Jasper left Sam stood next to me, he didn't look at me at all. We sat in silence for an hour when I finally decided to say something.

"Look...I know I'm probably just going to end up talking to the air tonight but...I need to get some facts straight."

Sam just huffed in his place.

"None of the Cullens turned me...if they would've gotten to me quick enough I wouldn't even be patrolling my dad and Bella right now."

Sam seemed to be staring at me out of the corner of his eye.

"I don't know who he is...but someone working with Victoria turned me...If I am being completely honest I think it's the intruder we're looking for right now."

Sam huffed again.

"And I know you are absolutely disgusted with what I am now but... I really miss you, and Emily... Seth and Leah too. But I know I can't go down there anymore and Leah completely hates my guts but I just had to get off my chest." I looked away from Sam, feeling completely embarrassed that I spouted all of that out. Then suddenly, I felt some fuzzy nuzzle into my hand. I smiled and pet him, it seems he's warming up to me again.

"Thanks, Sam..."

Our heads both shot up as we heard movement and for a split second I saw firey red curls go across the way.

"Let's go Sam!" I said and started running toward her, he followed me a second afterward. She noticed us running toward her and took off back into the woods.

"Sam go back onto your territory so she can't jump back without being caught."

He followed my command surprisingly.

"I thought you were great at self-preservation Curly, but to come right to her house, right near the Cullens isn't very smart now is it?"

She didn't acknowledge me. Suddenly... something popped up in my head... I looked at Sam and winked, I mouthed to him that I had an idea.

Victoria stopped in her tracks and stuttered.

"James?"

I stopped running and crept up behind her, not wanting to let the hallucination go to waste. Carlisle was right... this second power would be useful to me. The image of James just looked at her with deadly eyes.

"James... how are you... here?"

"What are you doing with him?" "James," asked.

"It's not like that...It just so I could avenge you." Victoria stated.

"You disgust me..."

I was just about to get behind her and grab her neck when she snapped out of it and flipped me over and sent me into a tree. She took off again, leaving us in the dust. Sam jumped back over to me and nudged me with his head.

"I'm okay Sam... we need to go back to the house in case someone else shows up again. When we made it back to the house I saw Jasper and Rosalie standing in our spot looking confused.

"What happened? Why did you leave?" Jasper asked.

"We saw Victoria and chased after her...we couldn't catch her."

"Damn it," Jasper grumbled.

"Were you close to getting her?" Rosalie asked.

"I was inches away from grabbing her by the neck... I guess the hallucination I made wore off..."

"Can you tell where she's going now?" Rosalie questioned.

"I can try... the tracking is still a little wonky sometimes." I got into that trance again attempting to track her,

"It looks like she's going to Oregon..."

"Oregon what is she going to do in Oregon?" Jasper inquired.

"I can't tell..."

Before anyone could say anything else Jacob's car pulled up, Edwards was not too far behind.

"Uh oh... this can't be good," I said, I then began to jog toward the situation, it soon turned into an argument.

"IF YOU EVER TOUCH HER AGAINST HER WILL AGAIN!" Edward roared.

"Guys don't do this here!" Bella pleaded.

"She doesn't know what she wants."

"Hey what the hell happened?" I asked.

"Jacob kissed me..." Is all she said.

"Wait for her to say the words," Edward said.

"What... Edward do you want her to be in a relationship with him? You're losing the argument here bud. bring it back!" I thought to myself.

"Fine, and she will."

"Jacob just go okay?"

"Hey, hey hey... break it up you two," Dad said, he must've heard the commotion.

"Okay... what's going on?"

"I kissed Bella... and she broke her hand, punching my face... total misunderstanding."

I couldn't help but bust out in laughter... this whole situation was something you would find in a crappy soap opera they play at 4 in the morning when no one is awake to see them.

"What are you doing back here Fleur?" Dad asked.

I came up with a lie quickly.

"Oh I forgot some toiletries... and I came back down to get them." luckily my car was still here.

When I pretended to grab my items I came back outside, Bella and Edward were gone. I kissed my dad on the cheek and wished him a goodnight and drove back down to the Cullen's house. When I came in Carlisle was wrapping up Bella's hand, everyone else was sitting in the room with them. I sat by Rosalie and Jasper, just observing the situation, Emmett walked in with a smirk on his face.

"Geez did you try and walk and chew gum at the same time Bella?"

"No, I punched a werewolf in the face."

"Badass...you're going to be a tough little newborn."

Rosalie and I looked up, now focused on the conversation.

"Tough enough to take you on." She said with a smirk.

Rosalie slammed down the paper she was reading and left the room. Bella just rolled her eyes and sighed. I looked at Jasper and he nodded, I slinked out of the room without anyone noticing or so I thought.

"Hey, Rose."

"I can't stand your sister."

"I know the feeling."

"But at the same time... I envy her too."

I pulled her in for a hug, trying to comfort her.

I heard the slight sound of a door opening and closing again.

"What do you want Bella?" I asked.

"You can go and blather about the joys of being a newborn with someone else." Rosalie added.

"Okay... Rosalie, I don't know what I did... to make you hate me so much."

"How many times do I have to say it... If you treat someone I am really close to like dirt... then I'm going to hate your guts."

Bella scoffed.

"I envy you also Bella."

"What? That's ridiculous!"

"It's not...Bella." I jumped in

"How is it not?"

"You had a choice... we didn't... none of us do and you're choosing wrong, I don't care how miserable your human life is," Rosalie explained.

"My life is not miserable. It’s not perfect, nobody’s life is perfect." Bella stated.

"Mine was. Absolutely perfect. There were things I still wanted. To be married with a nice house and a husband who kissed me when he came home. A family of my own... Royce King was the most eligible bachelor in town, I barely knew him. But I was young, I was in love with the idea of love. On the last night of my life, I left a friend’s house late visiting her newborn son, I wasn’t far from home… They left me in the street thinking I was dead, believe me I wanted to be. Carlisle then found me, he smelled all the blood, but he thought he was helping me."

"I'm... so sorry." I said... I had never heard how she got changed until now.

"That's terrible," Bella added.

"I got my revenge on them, one at a time. I saved Royce for last so he would know I was coming. I was a little theatrical back then."

"That's not theatrical... that's bad ass," I said, Rosalie cracked a smile.

"Things got better after I met Emmett, but we’ll always be this, frozen, never moving forward. That’s what I miss the most, possibilities, sitting on a front porch somewhere, Emmett grey-haired by my side surrounded by our grandchildren, their laughter."

"I understand that’s what you want. There’s nothing I’m ever gonna want more than Edward." Bella argued.

"You’re wrong again, after you’ve been changed there’s one thing you’ll want more. One thing you’ll kill for…blood." Rosalie finished, she then walked out of the room without saying another word.