#felt very protective over him in EA and still now

[waffelteufel]

I think I vastly prefer Early Access Wyll. Some thots under the cut.

In the released game he is very much the knight in shining armour, the one who will always do good and is pretty much the fairytale romance. Now that's not a problem per se, but I struggle to stay engaged in such a story, when that is never challenged in some way? He really has no internal conflict and stays the same character from start to end.

In the game, Wyll is very much a passive observer. He doesn't really have any agency in the game, as Tav is making all the choices for him, and I find that to be such a damn shame. There is like one moment in the game (when he gets the horns) where we can see his image faltering for a bit, but then it is kind of never mentioned again? I wanted to see how that moment influenced him, if he was struggling because of what people saw in him, you know? Get to know him on a deep level!

Why does he have such a hero complex? Why does he need to save everyone? It would have been such a cool thing if his storyline involved him becoming so self-sacrificing out of compulsion, that it started to destroy him. What if his quest could end with him destroying himself out of his need to protect everyone vs Him finally being a little bit more "selfish" and saving himself instead (I feel like his last choice sorta went into that direction, but the execution was awful)? What if he saved his father and his father still rejected him, was still acting like an asshole, etc.? You cannot save everyone, you cannot always win, people will not always love you. That would have been a rad narrative imo.

Early Access Wyll felt different. He was flawed, he wanted to be seen as a hero, but he was very much not. He would even lie about it, to seem more heroic to you! EA Wyll wanted to become the Blade of Frontiers, but he was pretty far from being one. Some people didn't like that in EA, because they felt like he was a sham. And like? Isn't that exactly what's so fascinating? Like if you didn't let him get his (good) way, Wyll would actually snap at you and get really nasty! He'd call you a wretch!! In EA, the reason he was missing an eye was because of a goblin raid in the past. You then had the possibility to torture/kill or even let Wyll do that to the responsible goblin in the goblin camp, and Wyll was honestly really on board with that revenge trip. It's like a flip would switch, and his mask came off and you saw how bitter he actually was underneath.

I wanted an arc for him where we could help him grow away from that bitterness, or (when evil) help him embrace the more egoistical aspect. Or a middle ground, I dunno. The road to hell is paved with good intentions - THAT'S what I assumed his story was supposed to be.

Mizora is also in this weird limbo that feels rewritten like hell. Originally she tricked him into a pact by offering him the power to repell the goblin horde. Now she is... Whatever she is now, I guess. Maybe that whole thing would have been more cohesive if Raphael had been his patron instead? He could have guided us towards Raphael as a way out of the tadpole mess and at the end there could have been a choice between him delivering the crown to Raphael, or him sticking with us instead. I don't know, I just feel like it would have been much more cohesive somehow? But Mizora has been slobbering all over him in the marketing art, so I guess changing that would have been odd LMAO.

This is him in EA by the way (gosh I miss his old voice so much) explaining his pact:

As he is right now, Wyll's intent is the story just isn't clear to me at all? There is this common theme of self-sacrifice in there, but it's not here nor there and I cannot find it really compelling especially in contrast to other really well-written arcs like Astarion's or Shadowheart. Like there just isn't any internal conflict and I don't see him changing towards a version of himself that makes me go "Wow! What a character!" . I wonder if that has to do with his re-write, because it feels really rushed and the pacing and tension is super off. It makes me sad for the story we never got to experience, cuz some people couldn't imagine that there was more to his story than Early Access showed us. EA criticism towards him in general felt overally critical and dramatic and to me it always smelled of racism. People would legit talk about him like he was the most questionable evil character ever for not being who he claimed to be, it was so fucking odd. :/

I love Wyll! I am sad he got the short stick, man.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 17

Author’s Note: finally the next chapter. Took me a minute to write! This one is pretty fluffy.

Link to Quotev:

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     “You can have the bed. I’ll sleep on the floor.” Jack opened up his closet, pulling out a large white hoodie. “You can wear this if you need to take a shower. I don’t think a dress would be comfortable to sleep in.”

     “Your shirts are going to fit me like a dress too.” (Your name) teased as she held up the giant article of clothing up to her small frame. She felt so tiny compared to the eight foot tall man, it was insane how much of a height difference they had. “You’re very big.”

    “I’m proportionate on every part at least.” Jack teased, the implication going over her head yet again. Jack wished she wasn’t so dense when he kept trying to make the moves on her. She had told her ex that they were together so wasn’t it normal for couples to do more than kissing? Unless she still wasn’t ready for all of that.

     “I appreciate it, Jack. I’m sorry I called you my boyfriend, I didn’t know what else to tell him to leave me alone.” (Your name) crossed her arms, her hands nervously cupping the soft flesh. “I fear he’ll keep trying to come for me.”

     “I won’t let him.” Jack whispered, extending a hand to cup her chin. His large fingers gently caressing her face. “I’ll protect you.”

     “If you keep being so sweet to me, it’s only going to make me feel worse letting you sleep on the floor.”

     “Then you can invite me into the bed.” Jack’s eyes held a predatory gleam in them, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. He wanted to devour her so badly, his patience was running thin.

     “If you’re okay with me holding you the whole night. Sure!” (Your name) beamed up at him. “Like a koala bear.” 

    “Are you calling me a tree?” Jack chuckled, he was so amused with their banter. Everything just flowed so naturally.

     “There’s a lot of things I can compare you to. We have such a height difference.” (Your name) pressed her lips onto Jack’s thumb that was still holding her chin. “I kind of like you being bigger than me. You’re like a blanket.”

     “I think I’m more like your very own personal furnace.” Jack leaned his face down, his eyes staring her lips with lust. “The kind you can always have anytime you want.”

     (Your name) stood up on her tip toes, pressing a soft kiss to Jack’s cheek.

    “You’re sweet. I’m going to take a shower. If you hear me talking in there, it’s because I’m going to call Zaria. I need to let her know where I am or she’ll come searching for me.”

    “It’s okay if you have a few screws loose in your head, you’d have to have some anyways to be interested in me.”

    “Stop that. I really like you.” (Your name) pressed another kiss to Jack’s face. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

     Jack gently pressed his lips to her, (your name) smiling into the kiss. Jack pulling away before pressing a kiss to her head. He needed to stop now before he got too into it.

    “I’ll let you be for a bit. I’ll be here.”

     “Thank you.” (Your name) made her way to the bathroom, clutching Jack’s hoodie in her hands. 

     Jack plopped down on the bed once the bathroom door shut with a click. Holding his hands in his face to try to calm down the racing thoughts in his head.

    (Your name) was spending the night with him… in his house. In his bed. And she wanted to sleep in his arms.

    “Zaria, I’m spending the night at Jack’s house- please cease your dirty mind immediately.” Jack listened in on the conversation (your name) was having on the phone with a smirk. Seems Zaria was the perverted one in their friendship. “I had a run in with a certain someone but I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. You don’t have to come get me. No I’m fine. Love you too. I’ll see you early in the morning. Stop cracking those jokes, good bye.”

     Jack laid back on his bed, listening to the shower water running. Should he undress while she was in there? He probably should.

     Jack stood up to shred his clothing, his eyes glancing at his body in the full body mirror. It was still so unreal to him on how much he’s changed. Jack quickly put on some basketball shorts, he didn’t want (your name) to see him in all his glory. She would truly be scared then.

     Jack sat on the bed, patiently waiting for (your name) to come out of the bathroom. He was excited to see her in his clothes. It was enthralling to him on how they’d fit. 

    He froze when he heard the shower water stop running. Jack sitting on the edge of his seat, his eyes focused on the door. His breathing a bit ragged as his heart thumped in his chest. She’d be coming out soon… would she entertain his desire to see her in his hoodie or would she wear her dress?

     The door opened, (your name) holding a towel over her head, Jack’s hoodie hanging on her smaller frame. (Your name) smiling up at him.

    “I told you it would be like a dress.” (Your name) teased as she took a few daring steps forward. “Want to help me dry my hair?”

     (Your name) plopped herself in between Jack’s legs, her eyes staring expectantly up at him. Jack gently rubbing the towel through her hair.

     “You’re the best. You also smell nice, I hope you don’t mind I used your shampoo.”

     “Not at all.” Jack replied, his body leaning over hers. Jack pressed a soft kiss to the temple of her forehead. “I think you look cute wearing my clothes. I could just eat you.”

     “Lay down and try to sleep. I’m not looking forward to waking up tomorrow.” (Your name) whispered, Jack smiling down at her. Jack threw the towel into the hamper across the room before laying back. Jack flexing his muscular chest at her, causing her to blush.

    “Then don’t. You could just stay here with me.” Jack patted the spot next to him in the bed. 

     “I have to work so I’ll have to.” (Your name) curled up beside him, placing her head on his chest. His skin surprisingly smooth except for the rough scars here and there. (Your name) began ghosting her fingertips over each scar, tracing the jagged lines with care. “You’re quite comfortable to lay on. And I feel very safe right here.”

    “I’ve never been told that before.” Jack replied, pulling the covers up to cover her. Jack making sure to be mindful of her well being. “You’re a very interesting woman to be interested in me. I’m a very boring man.”

    “Why do you doubt yourself so much?” (Your name) whispered, pressing her lips gently to his right pec. Her fingertips tracing calming circles all over his chest. “I think you’re amazing and interesting… I feel quite comfortable being around you and I do not say that often.”

    Jack paused, his eyes flitting over to her face. “If you keep saying sweet and pretty words like that… I’ll never let you go.” Jack whispered, laying his head on top of hers. “You’re starting to seal your fate with me.”

     It seems words of affirmation is what Jack loved and physical touch. If he was a cat she was sure he’d be purring because he was unconsciously leaning into her touch. It was pretty cute that a guy as big as him was such a softie deep down.

     “What are you gonna do? Chase me to the ends of the earth until I’m only in your arms?” (Your name) teased, Jack tensing up.

     “Yes. I’ll chase you down and sink my teeth into you.” Jack joked, pressing his lips to her head. It was strange on how calm he was now. All dirty thoughts were gone when she cuddled into him like this. This whole experience was refreshing to him. 

     “You won’t because you would’ve done so already.” (Your name) moved her hand to rest on his chest, doing her best to try to hug him. “You’re not a monster, Jack.”

     (Your name) glanced up at him with a sleepy expression, his eyes widening when her lips opened to speak, “I wouldn’t run from you.”

     (Your name) yawned before resting her head back on his warm chest, a dreamy smile on her lips.

     “Good night, Jack.” 

     “Good night.”

      Jack knew he was going to be up for a minute, the words playing over and over in his mind. Burning themselves into his memory forever. Etching into his very heart. This was the first time someone was so genuine and unafraid of him. And he wasn’t going to let her go now. She told him herself she wouldn’t run.

     The way Jack was going to be towards her was none other than her fault. 

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    Jack decided to bring (your name) back to her house in the middle of the night. He knew he’d keep her all day otherwise. He had remembered her address when she had told him the last time they hung out. Plus they didn’t live too far from each other, about a fifteen minute walk.

     Zaria quickly opened the door, her eyes wide at the massive man who held her friend snuggly in his arms. 

     “(Your name)-“ Jack held a finger to his lips, (your name) moving a bit in her sleep. Zaria pursed her lips

     “She passed out so I brought her home.” Jack whispered, his brown eyes glancing at Zaria. “We ran into a guy named Jun at the pier. I made sure he didn’t follow us here. I’ll be lurking around for awhile to make sure no on is following her.”

     “Thank you so much.” Zaria was going to have to apologize to (your name) for not liking Jack that much. This man was amazing. No! An angel. (Your name) didn’t have a bruise or anything on her plus he was willing to watch over them for the night. A shame he was so massive and scary looking.

    Zaria allowed Jack into their home, Jack gently placing (your name) on her own bed. The blonde tucking her in and putting her belongings at the foot of the bed. 

    Jack then turned to Zaria, his eyes serious.

     “Is this Jun guy someone you both should be wary about?”

     “Yes. He’s her ex boyfriend. He was extremely  clingy so when he went to prison… I was relieved.” Zaria answered, Jack quickly picking up that Zaria was hiding something. He had a feeling Zaria played a part in keeping (your name) and Jun separated but he wouldn’t pry. Jack was grateful Zaria did that otherwise he never would’ve met (your name).

      “I’ll keep him away.” Jack put his hands in his pockets, his eyes focusing on the black car that sat on the hill. He was going to check that out first. “Have a good night. Tell her I had a good time and hopefully we can do this again.”

     “Of course!” Zaria smiled, Jack quickly leaving. Zaria locking the door behind him, her body shaking like a leaf. 

     Jack was a really great guy but he was so scary. He was looking at something out the window and she didn’t even want to know what he saw. Hopefully it wasn’t Jun because Zaria had no idea what to do with a dead body.

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      Jack made his way up the hill, standing before the black limousine. His brown eyes narrowing in annoyance.

     Hanayama stepped out of the limousine, his dark eyes glaring at Jack.

     “Stay the hell away from her.” Jack hissed, his giant form looming over Hanayama. “I have the rest of the night watch.”

     Hanayama simply glared at him, not saying a word. Jack clicked his tongue.

    “Whatever. I’m going to be sitting on her porch keeping an eye out from down there.” Jack could tell he peaked Hanayama’s interest but he wasn’t going to say a word. He’d let the yakuza be frustrated with curiosity.

    Jack turned on his heel, heading back down the hill. He wasn’t going to start a fight with Hanayama when he needed to keep an eye out for that Jun fellow. Jack couldn’t afford to be injured right now, at least not until his next fight.

     Jack had promised (your name) he would protect her so he was going to keep that promise until the end.

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Author’s note: thanks for reading! 

[wjrp]

TwoBitGameTours 1: Bitey Farm Animals, Sim Pathfinding, and God

(written 13 May 2023 at 8:14am)

Sims…Sims are weird little simulated people, and sometimes they drive you clear up the wall.

Much like children or pets…or computers. (Or other groups of beings/things, I’m certain.)

So, a few years ago, I was playing the Sims 3. My Sims at the time had a toddler. They’ve gotta be taught how to walk and talk (you’re supposed to anyway..). Right. I can do that.

So I directed this kid’s mom to teach her kid to walk, I think it was. (I’ll call her Mary because I’ve forgotten what name I gave her.) Kid’s room was off to the side, relatively near their house’s stairway. So this chick picks up her kid. Cool. We’re on our way.

So she walks over to the top of the stairs, puts her kid down… then walks down the stairs without said kid.

Then the “frustration” or “I can’t do that” bubble pops up.

Aaaugh. Why’d you leave your kid at he top and you at the bottom?

It’s funny now. I mean, it was kinda funny then, too, but mixed with “why are you like this”.

If anything, I was frustrated at EA (Electronic Arts) for this pathfinding snarl that happened.

(I really don’t know how difficult programming pathfinding is, but EA is massive. It just felt below their capabilities.)

At the time, I wasn’t thinking too hard about any of this, and figured out how to get her to teach her kid to walk or whatever it was.

Thinking about this now, I didn’t hate her. Not just because any life she had existed in my head, and I rather liked the story I told myself, but like..

She’s wasn’t stupid on purpose. (She isn’t anything on purpose, to be fair.) 

Sometimes we just do not get stuff, and I think God might be unhappy about it, but not every mistake is intentional. Sometimes we blunder about, and get it right eventually. I think God might have rather more patience than I give Him credit for.

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A few years later, I was playing a Minecraft modpack called Agrarian Skies 2.

(Modpacks are what I like to call “custom content”. It’s stuff that the player base makes, and shares with others.)

Anyway. The story behind AS2 was that the world was wrecked all except for your little teeny floating island in a whoooole lot of nothing. 

This is a very different experience from a typical Minecraft playthrough. In single player, Minecraft can feel a little empty, but it’s got nothing on the potential loneliness of a skyblock playthrough.

There is nothing. No cows mooing, no villagers running around looking like Squidward, nothing. And it takes long enough to get the supplies to make farms, and places for different creatures to pop in to existence. Enough that when you see the first farm animal, you are really happy to see it. (Or at least I was.)

This is where I should mention that this modpack has a thing that makes the farm animals bitey/hostile.

But I realized something, in the midst of this experience of bitey farm animals. And I pondered the same thing with the Sim family in the midst of writing this.

God still loves us. Even when we’re like some bitey Minecraft cow, He’s like “Yay! My kid. I love them. I want to care for them and give them help and support. They are entirely loved just as they are.”

(I mean…I don’t think God might speak quite that informally/colloquially, but I hope you get what I mean.)

And that’s what I still wanted to do, even after watching a pen of sheep all collect on one side trying to bite me. Protect them from being eaten by a wolf (by never setting up the conditions for one to turn up, I think.). Feed them. Get the wool and make stuff.

I realized that God wanted to be kind and loving, even when we, his spirit children aren’t those things at all.

—

I’ve shared the Minecraft part of this in a Fast and Testimony meeting some time ago, but I felt I should share this online.

Maybe it’s because somebody needs it. Maybe that someone is you?

Maybe it’s because I have a hard time actually getting to church. (Chronic illness. It is…unfun.)

But hi Internet. Here’s a thing that I thought of, that maybe someone is asking for.

Even if it’s just me, then it was worth the effort. If it’s you, then I am happy to brighten things for you.

I think that experiences like these are totally possible, presuming the game is clean enough for the Spirit to be there. 

I think that video games and their characters matter. That’s because the people who carry their story of Bessie the cow or Mary, the mother of many, matter. Video games don’t have to be useless fluff, and in fact they can teach you a lot. Or let you make a story. 

Mary may have no life outside the one you carry in your mind. She is 1s and 0s, just numbers.

But you, my dear. You are real. Your feelings are real, even if Mary, her toddler, and her puzzling behavior are just code. A scene, empty of thought, still affects you, because you are that thought.

And those thoughts exist. And since you matter, so do they.

Books and plays and other ways of sharing stories have existed for a long time. People who have no lives outside the mind of many..or one, still can soften hearts, and strengthen feeble knees.

Video games are just as capable of that. 

<3 Windy/WJRP

[c-is-for-circinate]

CR 3.03 post-ep

Ok, last post aside, a proper post-ep!

First: we don't know that Bertrand is going to die here and now, although it does seem pretty likely. I'm sad about this! He was great in this episode, and there was a lot of potential for developing that in interesting ways. Still, having known full well that he was probably temporary, I'm less sad about his loss than about the effect this will likely have on the other characters, because god I have been enjoying how incredibly healthy all their interactions have seemed.

Some thoughts, more specifically:

--All else aside, let me say right up front that I already love these disaster chucklefucks from the bottom of my heart. Half the danger of level 3 has nothing at all to do with the low HP and minimal spell slots, it's about the fact that none of the party know how to work together yet, or even what their own spells can do. I can't wait for level 6-7, when they all start really coming together in terms of who does what and how they fit. (Level 15-16, when they're world-class terrors, is also going to be pretty cool -- but right now I'm looking towards level 7, and I can't wait.)

--I'm so fascinated by Lord E, and I don't trust him at all, but in a way I'm finding really compelling so far. The thing is that he's so nice, sometimes. He's so reasonable. He seems so good. He made them CAKE.

And he talks about wanting to protect people, and requiring that those he employs are more than simple greedy sell-swords out for cash. He talks about his own past as a sell-sword, and the path that helped him learn about morals and ethics and empathy. He says, "I want to take care of the good people of this city in the face of those who unfairly hurt them," and it sounds so good. Especially after the vicious, vocal oppression of campaign 2. He seems, to all appearances, to be an authority figure our party can trust. (Which is bizarre and untrustworthy all on its own, but also so nice.)

Except. Except.

The good people of this city. Ambiguous and repeated and vague. And who are we saving them from, the dregs, the selfish, the scum. Vague and threatening, and one hundred percent in line with any classic good-vs-evil trope from any classic high fantasy series ever made, and yet -- delivered just a little too straight. Just a little too on the nose. Just a little too classic and righteous and propaganda, like Matt already knows what that means.

I absolutely believe that Lord E thinks he's doing the right thing, whatever that is. He was so happy to feed them cake. He really meant it, when he approved of their regret over Danis's death. And yet: he sent a group of armed unknowns to investigate minor theft from one of his subsidiary companies, and offered them a major financial bonus for making it go away completely. And yet.

Anyway: once again, I'm calling this the class warfare campaign until proven otherwise. Lord E doesn't need to be trying to be anything but good to be a whole mess of abusive privilege. Can't wait to see what happens next.

--Keep thinking about how healthy the group dynamics have felt so far, in comparison to VM or the M9 (and please god do not take this as a slight, I loved VM and the M9 with my whole heart, in part very much because of the occasionally fraught and questionably healthy group dynamics). I think it comes down to a question of codependency.

By the time we met Vox Machina, they were already living in each other's pockets for years. They owned a keep together. Vex kept everybody's money, Vax had no sense of personal space, Grog and Scanlan shared brothel visits, and nobody knew the first thing about living without the rest of the group to support them. Five days after the Mighty Nein met they were already on the road together, the last of their lives outside their group still smoldering in ruins on the ground, just instantly all living out of one cart and one cluster of neighboring bedrolls, and a month after that they were dying for each other and scarred about it for the rest of their lives.

This new group, by comparison, just feels so normal. The pre-existing relationships aren't just supportive, they're comfortable. Imogene and Laudna are comfortable together. Ashton and FCG are friendly and like each other very much and are not in any way inseparably entwined on pain of death. The EXU crew know each other pretty well by now, and decided to keep hanging out because they like what they know, not because they need it.

They ALL HAVE SEPARATE LIVING SPACES. One of the things I was so excited about, before the end of the episode, was the prospect of house hunting for the EXU crew -- and just for them, because half the group already has their living situations sorted out! And those living situations don't currently appear to be immediately threatened! They were going to be coworkers, damnit, and yes I have absolutely taken my coworkers' advice on what neighborhood to move to because they liked theirs so much, but I also didn't move in with them a week after starting my new job, and it feels so much (felt so much, before the end of the episode) like this campaign is here for that.

Every person in this group, except for Bertrand Bell, has at least one pre-existing friend within it who they already know how to work comfortably with. Every person in this group, except for Bertrand, already has and has kept friends/acquaintances/relationships outside the group. They have networks. They have people.

They have lives, to whatever small extent, that aren't 100% tied up in exactly how their job may go. And that's really new for CR, and I have been liking it so much.

--And, right, that brings us to this next point, which is that avoiding codependency doesn't actually seem to be interfering at all with this new team discovering that they like each other so much. They're getting to know each other as new coworkers, and they keep being delighted by what they discover. That whole final bar scene was so much fun! Think about everybody meeting Pate de Rolo (Imogene's affectionate, long-suffering little "she does this all the time," which is the biggest #married MOOD, and Laura 'my husband won't stop teasing me about my dice addiction but I get him back by talking about ghosts' Bailey damn well knows it.) Think about Ferne being just so playful with everyone, agreeing that she'd heal Ashton if he were dying. And, yes, Bertrand, because Imogene wouldn't let him chase a lead alone and Dorian tried to lead him towards bed and they were ready to be friends with him too.

I really hope we don't lose that fresh new delight in getting to know each other, now. It's been so hopeful and cheerful and joyful. I want more.

[gossip-girl-of-middleearth]

Imagine helping Legolas deal with a sprained ankle

It was all your fault, so Legolas would say.

“If you hadn’t had been so reckless, I wouldn’t have had to jump down from the boulder to assist you with the orc,” he’d complain regularly, from his position forcibly laying down in his sleeping pack with an elevated foot.

Whenever he’d try to rise again to bicker louder with you, a tending Aragorn would push him down again with a hand to his chest.

It was funny the first few days, you couldn’t lie, but now? Well, now it was just sad.

Legolas prided himself on his athletic ability, that much was obvious to you and the rest of the Fellowship early into your journey.

He’d regularly prance ahead like a young foal, or walk across snow with a smug smirk on his face. He was the strongest member there, and never let anyone forget it. This is also why he took injury the worst out of everyone.

It wasn’t, in all actuality, technically your fault. You needed help with an orc, yes, but Legolas timing his jump wrong and spraining his ankle had nothing to do with you.

Alas, he was gaining cabin fever from his immobilised state, therefore anger was bubbling in his chest—directed at you. You didn’t take it personally, but it was starting to wear down on you.

The walks through the days were slower, as Legolas would limp along with a homemade walking stick, fashioned out of a long branch.

Whenever he’d notice you or someone else looking at him over his shoulder, as he bared his teeth in wincing hurt, he’d quickly glare and push on harder.

You’d softly shake your head, but look away regardless.

It was unnatural to see an elf in such a state, like roses freezing over. Even more so, it was unnatural to see Legolas so grumpy. He was quite light-hearted at the beginning of the journey—you remember making a mental note that he’d probably be one of the best to hang around with due to so.

Alas, his sprained ankle and no doubt self-inflicted embarrassment brought the deeply rooted competitiveness out within him.

You were all sat around a fire tonight (save for Boromir and Gimli, who were off scouting the area), like many other evenings—laughing and pulling rabbit meat off of a skewer.

Legolas was a few yards away, pouting in his sleeping bag. You had brought his food to him a few minutes earlier, but he turned you away and claimed he wasn’t hungry.

“You’ll need sustenance to heal, little elf,” you laughed, trying to humour him.

All you received was a gruff grunt, and, “Don’t tell me how elves heal—I’m quite aware of my own race, thank you very much.”

You heard Pippin hissing through a wince, and bared your own teeth in cringe as you turned on your heel and headed back towards the campfire.

“Pay him no mind,” Aragorn said, leaning across to you. “Elves, especially the Mirkwood strain, are very prideful folk. He’ll come to his senses once his foot heals.”

“I can’t imagine it’ll heal anytime soon if he keeps pushing himself every day like he’s doing,” you pointed out.

Aragorn sighed. “That is entirely Thranduil’s blood coming out in him.”

“Remind me to never step foot in Mirkwood then,” you grinned.

Aragorn gave a toothy smile back, and bonked his skewer with yours in a “cheers to that” motion.

You could feel Legolas’ eyes burning into the back of your head, but paid it no mind. You didn’t dare glance over your shoulder, lest Mordor freeze over.

The rest of the camp continued on in low chatter, that is until Boromir and Gimli came rushing back—completely out of breath.

“What is it?” Aragorn asked right away.

“Orc scouts,” Boromir answered, wiping the sweat from his brow. “Thirty, give or take, approaching from the west.”

The camp looked around at each other quickly in fright, before Aragorn jumped into action. Rising to his feet, he grabbed his sword and dictated everyone else to do the same.

“We’ll meet them half way and use the element of surprise,” he said.

Legolas began rising to his own feet, though, a great deal of strained effort was noticeable on his end.

“I’m coming, I just need to get my bow,” Legolas announced, barely able to move the foot resting on a sleeping pack.

“No, not you, mellon nîn,” said Aragorn, upholding a hand and motioning for Legolas to lay down again. “Please, stay behind. Though your valiance is admirable, you will only get in the way of this fight. Rest, and fight when your ankle heals.”

Legolas’ face contorted in hurt, and you imagined this was the first time the athletic prince had ever been sidelined.

You all stood around in misplaced guilt, fiddling with your swords and avoiding eye contact with Legolas.

Finally, the elf’s jaw set, and he forcibly fell back down into sheets—turning over and pulling the covers up over his shoulder.

“We can’t leave him vulnerable,” Sam pointed out, whispering quietly as to not anger Legolas further. However, you could see his pointed ears twitching back, and knew he heard every gut-punching word.

Aragorn nodded, and turned his eyes to you. The hobbits had to stay under the protection of Aragorn, and leaving Frodo and the Ring out of sight and alone behind in the camp simply wasn’t an option.

Aragorn gestured between you and Legolas discreetly. Understanding his words, you dropped your shoulders and sighed.

“I’ll stay back and tend to the camp,” you announced.

The rest of the Fellowship gave you an apologetic look, before running off into the forest towards the orcs.

You were soon left with the silence of the camp, save for the angered breathing of Legolas and the crackling of the dimming fire.

Stood there unsure of what to do in the awkward space, you continued fiddling with the pommel of your sword, and looked at Legolas.

His back was rising and falling quickly—clearly infuriated with the whole situation. You felt bad for him, you really did, but you were still unsure of how to approach him.

Looking down to the fire again, you saw untouched skewers of meat, and arrived at a resolution.

With the food in hand, you walked over to the prince. He could hear you coming, and with every crunch of your boots on the foliage, his eyes twitched.

Sitting down beside his back, you placed a hand on the broad of his shoulder and shook him gently. “The rabbit smells really good, and has that beautiful, slightly charred smoky taste. Seems a waste to not eat it, no?”

“Not hungry,” Legolas grumbled.

“You need to heal your ankle, Legolas,” you said again, this time sterner. “You need to ea—”

“Not. Hungry.”

Thinning your lips, you shook your head down at Legolas in disappointment. “Legolas, I know you’re upset with me regarding your ankle, but holding a grudge isn’t going to—”

He swiftly turned over in his pack, and stared at the dimming fire.

“We need more firewood,” he said, glaring at the dying flames.

You followed his line of sight, and noticed he was indeed right. However, you recalled the orcs and what Aragorn expected of you.

“We’ll just have to wait for the others. I can’t leave the camp to fetch more, and I definitely can’t leave you vulnerable to—”

“Ugh! I’ll do it myself!” Legolas exclaimed. He rose swiftly and tried limping out into the woods with clenched fists and squared shoulders.

“Legolas!” you called, quickly grabbing your sword and cursing under your breath. “Wait! You shouldn’t be on that ankle!”

But he was already marching on.

Heading a few strides out into the forest, Legolas went farther and farther to find the best firewood. You ran behind him, surprised he could go so far for someone who was injured.

“Wait!” you yelled again, finally jumping out in front of him. “Go back to sleep, Legolas. Now.”

He merely glared at you, and stepped around your form—pushing on.

Groaning in frustration, you turned around and pulled on his shoulder. “I’m serious, Legolas! There are orcs out here at the moment, and I need to stay by the camp!”

“Then you can go back,” Legolas growled, forcibly shoving your hand off of his shoulder. “I don’t need to be babysat by you.”

“No,” you agreed, “but you do need my help with your ankle!”

Grabbing the bottom of his cloak, you started pulling him back towards the camp.

“Let go!” he shouted, digging his one good heel into the ground and pulling his cape back—initiating a tug of war between you both.

“No!” you denied, pulling the cloak again. “You’re coming back with me, and that’s final!”

“NO!” Pull. “I’m helping by getting firewood!”

Yank. “You’re not helping at all! You’re putting me in a tough situation instead!”

“It’s not your problem!” Tug.

“Yes, it is!” you exclaimed, pulling the cloak one more time. “It is my problem, because you’ve become a HUGE problem for the entire Fellowship!”

Upon pulling one last time, Legolas lost his footing and tripped, causing you both to fall down.

You each groaned in pain as your backs were sprawled across the foliage. Legolas was the first to sit up, but immediately yelped in pain as he did so.

He held his ankle tight, and bared his teeth as to stop himself from crying out.

“It’s worse,” he whispered, avoiding your eyes. “My ankle—I think I hurt it more.”

You stared at Legolas in horror, as he clutched said sore ankle. You sat up next to him, and ran a finger along it.

He jolted immediately, and fought back another cry by biting down on his bottom lip.

“Dammit, Legolas…” you cursed, furrowing your brows and shaking your head. “Why couldn’t you have just listened to me? You need to rest.”

Upon glaring up at him, you were taken aback, for there were unshed tears in the elf’s eyes. He was clearly holding himself back from letting them fall, as he sniffled and studied his ankle.

“Legolas?” you called softly, reaching a hand up and gently directing his chin to face you. “What’s going on with you?”

Letting the first tear fall, and swallowing the lump in his throat, Legolas spoke up in a quiet voice—finally unbottling his emotions.

“I’m supposed to be the athlete,” he said, studying your eyes before looking down again. “I was always the best in training. I’ve pushed myself through rain, mud and more, because I’ve always been the best. And now? Now I can’t even fetch firewood for my friends...”

Sympathy overtook your eyes, as you suddenly understood the elf.

“You still are the best here, Legolas,” you promised, trying to catch his eyes as he averted them. “A sprained ankle means nothing in the grand scheme of it. You are, without a doubt, the strongest one of us here. None of us think differently of you simply because you’re hurt.”

“But I feel so useless!” he exclaimed, letting a few more tears fall. “My friends are out there right now pulling their own weight against the orcs, and I’m stuck here crying on the ground because I can’t even walk.”

“But you will walk again,” you assured him, turning his chin once more. “And when that day comes—which isn’t too far off, mind you—those orcs will wish they hadn’t ever left Mordor.”

You laughed brightly for a moment in afterthought, earning a smile from Legolas.

“What?” he asked gently.

“Do you remember how you took that cave troll down in Moria?” you chuckled again, thinking of the memory. “You scaled atop the darn thing and shot two arrows into its brain!”

“Three…” Legolas sheepishly corrected, now grinning in a shy way.

“Three,” you annulled, grinning back up at him. “Trust me, Legolas. Your friends think nothing less of you than pure amazing talent. Don’t let it eat away at you.”

Legolas nodded to himself for a moment, before another sheepish grin formed on his lips. “Speaking of eating…are there any of those rabbit meat skewers still left back at camp?”

You smiled warmly, and helped him up.

He tentatively accepted your aid, and slowly wrapped an arm over your shoulder, as you helped him limp back to camp.

“C’mon, athlete. Let’s get you some food.”

[sullustangin]

Maybe (A Mother’s Day Fic)

Rating: T

Word Count:  ~4500

Pairing:  Theron Shan x Smuggler

Time:  3624 BBY/ 28 years ATC

CW:  Discussion of pregnancy, discussion of termination of pregnancy, discussion of character death, reference to past indirect character suicide attempt (sorta kinda - fuck Valkorion) .... All characters are fine at the end of the story, just lots of scary conversations.

(Yes, this is me being self indulgent.  It’s fluffy at the end, I swear to God.)

~~

The silence in the room was never-ending.  

Theron arrived, the swish of the door the only disruption.  He silently sat in a chair on the opposite wall of the waiting room in some non-descript women’s clinic in Coruscant.

Eva used to like silence.  She worshipped it when she could have it in the gunner’s compartment of the Thief.  She adored it when Valkorion was evicted, at last.  Her silence was the drone of the engines and the solitary beat of her heart.  

When Theron went AWOL on his Zildrog spy mission for long months, Eva had realized that her silence had expanded to include his breathing.  The occasional times he was under the weather and snored were also accepted into the parameters of silence.  When he was absent, the silence was broken – it was as if everything in her universe was screaming.  When he had come home, years ago now, the silence resumed.

Now, as she waited in agony – no, profound discomfort but not agony – she found that she could not take the initiative to speak.  Eva thought she would cry, if she spoke directly to him.  After everything they’d put each other through, she didn’t want this to be another stone in the path.  “It’s my fault,” she said to the floor.

His head snapped up to look at her.

Eva moved first, the slightest motion of a hand reaching toward him.  That was all it took – Theron was on his feet, crossed the floor in three steps, and was sitting next to her before she took another breath.  She crumbled into his arms.  She did not weep.  

She trembled.  

Theron swallowed hard, twining his fingers into her hair.  “Let’s start with the fact I love you.  It’s a non-negotiable.  You are non-negotiable in my life.”

That set her off.  She felt her eyes water, and the tightness in her chest became painful.  Eva listened to Theron’s heartbeat.  Elevated rate.  His arms curled around her, protectively.  “Second fact.  You forwarded to me a medical report that had a differential diagnosis attached.  It was a very scary differential diagnosis.” He sucked in a breath of air.  “You circled for me one of those less fatal diagnoses.” He pressed a kiss to the side of her forehead. “Why is it ‘your fault’?”

Eva tried to calm her breathing, but she just sniffled instead.  She was losing it. She had always believed truth to be the ultimate liberator. “When…after I was defrosted, you know I had a lot of potential health problems and some very real, very scary aftereffects.”

~~

Theron’s memory flashed before his eyes.

He found her retching over the head in the Thief.  It was six weeks since they’d consummated their relationship. He could count.  He also knew enough about female anatomy to understand certain events hadn’t occurred that would indicate contrary.  “Should I be worried?” He asked as he knelt behind her, trying to gather her hair.  He’d had to keep Balkar from drowning in a Nar Shaddaa bathroom once – this was nothing.

Eva shook her head, then held up a finger before gagging again.  She spoke as soon as she could.  “Already tested.  This is a new fun side effect of my defrost, according to Oggurrobb.  He’s got his friend’s niece working on my case – nice kid. Nosey as hell.  I’m going to end up in a medical journal.”  Back to worshipping the commode.  

True to her word, it had stopped after a week.  The vomiting was replaced by fainting spells, then by numbness in her right leg, which was terrifying due to the condition of her right arm. That was replaced by excruciating pain for a week or two.  It took nearly six months for the worst effects to shake off.  She still became cold very easily, even to today.  Theron was there the entire time.

“We know that the ‘less than optimal’ carbonite freezing may have shorted my life, rather than extended it.  Quality of life overall lowered. I was unhappy that my options were being taken off the table before I had a chance to actually decide what I wanted with my life.”

She shook in his arms again. Theron pressed to ease his mind or at least bring the issue into the light. “Pre-cancerous cells.   Signs of early organ deterioration.” Theron felt the dread eating into his heart as he remembered the words written in the report.  

“Infertility, when I first came back,” added Eva.  “I had the implant for you anyway.  Then, while you were away….”  Zildrog.  “…there was the question of whether it was helping me or hurting me.”

“And so it went.”  Theron knew the rest of this story, but there was still a small, frantic voice in his head that chanted, No.  No. No. No.  Theron felt himself go pale, his entire head going cold while his implants provided a small burst of heat along his forehead.  

She had told them before they married that she had taken out her birth control implant. He kept his.

It had been 4 years.   Theron supposed the odds eventually would catch up to them.  

Eva’s face was already contorted in misery, her eyes shut.  “In all honesty, I didn’t think it would make a difference. The doctors didn’t. I thought…never.  After the carbonite.  After everything.”  Silent tears coursed down her face.  Agonizingly, she opened her eyes to look at Theron.  He wished she hadn’t.  “I broke your trust.”  The red-rimmed, deep russet eyes were glassy with tears that did not seem to relent.  

There was a part of Theron that was angry and wanted to leave her in the waiting room.  It was an echo of the man he had been. Theron had been an unplanned pregnancy.  His life hadn’t been easy.  He didn’t get attached to people easily.   He’d always been careful.  Always. He was unashamed to be one of the first in line to get a male birth control implant when it came out, when he was 17.  He got a replacement every 10 years on schedule. He hadn’t wanted a child, someone who very much deserved to have loving and secure attachments.  

Theron never thought he could provide that.  It took a near mythical effort over six years for Theron and Eva to be a committed pair.  He didn’t need anything or anyone else.  Now, if this was real, Theron had less than a year to make or fake another attachment to Eva’s child.  To his child.

The anticipated panic never came. There was not a visceral, negative response to  ---

The odds had been astronomically against this.  Both partners with an implant?  As close to zero as it could be.  One implant? About .3% of a chance.  The math itself – if this was what she suspected – was mind-boggling.  The odds for her dying were vastly better.  

Now there was the panic.  Now there was the fright, the urge to clutch at her.  

And yet, Theron always did find a way to blame himself.  “If I hadn’t been away.  If—if I’d known, if I hadn’t nearly destroyed us, lost so much time…” The waves of shame crashed over him as he forced himself to continue look at her, in the face.  He had to stop doing this to her.

She gripped his arms, hard, tears still falling.  He saw the flat eyes of the gambler briefly flicker through – it was her instinct to shell up.  But she let it pass through and kept her face honest.  

For once, Theron wished she had not killed the Voidhound. Just this once.  Emotions complicated everything.

A tense silence ensued.  

Theron spoke first.  He had the most practice doing unforgivable things. “But I still have mine.  The odds –”  His voice cracked.  “The odds for this being something else, something fatal – ”   He couldn’t finish the sentence. “I don’t deserve you,” he said instead.

~~

Eva took a deep breath and almost immediately went light-headed.  She bent at the waist to rest her head in her hands, then let her head fall forward between her knees.  She was dizzy.  “I’m the judge of that – you told me I was when I took you back.  I can’t reconvict you again and again for the same mistake – we would never move on.”  Gods, she hated this.  

Theron’s hand appeared at her back. “You need the doctor?” He sounded alarmed.

Eva shook her head.  “I need to get through this conversation.”  She attempted to regulate her breathing.  “If I was pregnant,” Eva asked the floor, “would you want me to keep it?”

A hush fell over the room. Theron’s hand was still.  “It’s your choice.”

“I need to know, from the beginning, what you want.  If I am.”

He made no motion.  Theron’s hand was still, but the longer he did not answer, the heavier it felt on her back.  

Eva’s eyes traced the line on the tiles.  Time passed by.  

“You are non-negotiable.  I will do anything for you.”  

The floor tiles continued to be very interesting.  “Except answer my question, apparently.”  

Theron lifted his hand from her back.  “As I said before, it’s your choice.  My opinion is immaterial.”

Sometimes, a surgeon’s scalpel was the best way to extra information.  Other times, a serrated blade without anaesthesia was the only way to go.  “I think your father would disagree with that.  But he doesn’t have a vote here either, does he?”

Theron’s chair hit hard back against the wall, even though it only scooted about two inches.  Eva saw Theron’s boots threaten to head toward the door, but he didn’t pass through.  “You’ve notified me of the possibility.  Thank you,” Theron angrily spat out.  “Congratulations, you’re better at this than Satele.  Want a certificate?  Or a medal?”

Serrated knives cut both ways. Eva had forgotten that, but her anger brought her to her feet, and she wobbled in her boots as the blood rushed from her head.  “No, I want to know if you’d be happy if I kept or got rid of it.  Which one?  And I swear to the gods, Theron, if you say something about ‘whatever makes me happy,’ I will shoot you in the foot.”  

“Just the foot?  I would have aimed higher.”

“The day is still young, and that’s just where I’d start.  I’ll work my up the more of an ass you are.”

Both of them glared at each other, shoulders rising and falling with each breath. Theron finally bit out, “I don’t see the point in having this conversation until we know what the final diagnosis is.  We’re fighting over theoretical pregnancies and you might be dying.  I did read the other scary things on that medical report.” Eva felt a small flicker of shame as she saw Theron’s anticipatory grief filter into his anger.  

“And we’d deal with it. Only one way forward with the other options.  The third option means we have to make choices and pretty soon.”  Eva shook an open hand at Theron.  “Can we just have the conversation?”  

Theron huffed.  “It’s a simple conversation.  You have it.  You don’t have it.  That is your choice.  It’s your body.  My only vote is for you not dying.”

Eva’s brow furrowed.  “Do you want to be a father?  And I don’t mean just a biological contributor.”  

Theron froze momentarily then sort of shrugged, sort of shook his head, sort of gestured.  “I’ll do anything for you.”  

Eva stomped her foot in frustration. This typically happened when she didn’t have access to anything that she could throw, shoot, or punch.  Theron was never an option.  “You know that’s not the question. I’m asking you if I got rid of it – or if I kept it – would you resent me?  Be sad? Wonder, if we survive all these years, what if?”

Theron’s face was unreadable again. “You are non-negotiable. I will do anything for you.”  That set line.  That default.

Eva could strangle him.  “Have you ever wondered what your life would be like if Jace had been in it?  How different it would have been to have had a parent who wanted you?” she spat, thoroughly exasperated.  “I need to know – in or out.  I’m not doing this without you.”

As Theron’s face tightened and a frown appeared, Eva realized she said something more than what she should have known.  

Eva crept up the gangplank into the Thief.  She planned on ambushing Theron, wherever he was, for a quickie. Or maybe just to suck him off, if he’d let her.  She had to break the dour mood that had overtaken him.  Switch his brain off for fifteen minutes or however long he took.  

Theron had been charged with determining the classification of certain matters in Jace’s journals before Jace turned them over to archives.  It was a blind peer review; Jace was never to know.  Eva wasn’t even supposed to know, but her ship was the only place with a storage environment suitable for archival material (add that to the list of random uses for smuggler holds).  He had to ask.  She let him.

Theron had been pouring through the legal and personal frameworks of his father’s life for weeks now.  He had found out more about Jace than they’d ever spoken about.  

He’d been an absolute horror to live with.  Eva had made it a point to have girls’ weekends with Akaavi and Risha with Bowdaar as the Designated Responsible Adult.  

As Eva crept around to the Captain’s quarters, she stopped.  She listened.

Theron was sobbing.  

Neither Eva nor Theron liked seeing the other in this state.  She had done it front of him too many times during the entire ordeal with Arcann and then Vaylin.  

Theron had grown teary on several of those occasions. He outright cried in the aftermath of Valkorion’s hostile takeover attempt.  The one where she stuck a hot blaster in her mouth.  Her potential loss was palpable.    

This loss – whatever it was -- was actual, not potential.

Eva retreated out and away from the Thief.  She waited twenty minutes in the cantina.  When she approached the ship again, she made it a point to knock over a nearby toolbox and curse, loudly.  As she walked slowly up the gangplank, she dawdled.  She finally entered the ship, and Theron was in the hallway to meet her.

He’d pinned her up against the wall and had her there, loud and lusty.  Apparently, the cry and the sex were enough of an emotional reset for him, and living with him became easy again.

She didn’t tell him that she later pilfered the journal he had cried over.  

She didn’t tell him that she had read of how a young Jace had written about wanting a son.  He had speculated that he could convince Satele that he was a good man, that she could marry him, even by the strict rules of the Jedi.  

She didn’t tell him that she had read that Jace would have been fine with a daughter, too.  He wrote about friends’ children, how he was an uncle to so many.  He wrote about the activities he wanted to do with his own children, having seen his friends do it and have so much happiness.  He wrote about women he dated after Satele.  He wrote about how few compared to her.  He wasn’t going to have a kid with someone he didn’t love.  

The end of that journal volume saw an older Jace accepting that he likely wasn’t going to get married. Or have kids.  He wished he had done so.  

How different Theron’s life would had been if his loving father – his busy, emotionally clumsy, and sometimes too stubborn father – had been involved from the start.

~~

Theron frowned deeply.  This wasn’t going the way he thought it would. It would have been simpler if she, as the smuggler she was, lived just for today.  If she didn’t make a play for the future.  His opinion didn’t matter, because he wasn’t going to make her have a kid she didn’t want.

Now Theron was slowly realizing this might not be the case.  He had disregarded the obvious fact that she was the child of smugglers – she was the only one of her kind among her parents’ circle of friends.  However, she’d been thoroughly loved; as she said once, up until the last hour of it, her childhood was happy.

Adding on the invocation of Jace’s name and her face turning a whiter shade of pale, a different analysis came through.  This had to be combined with his own lack of negative response to the idea.  He hadn’t thought to update his preferences since he was 17 and angry.  Because the idea of a child with her (specifically her, not anyone else) was not innately--

After Nathema, after he married her, after everyone was reconciled, Theron had read his father’s journals as an external reviewer. Jace….hadn’t known.  Theron didn’t tell him or object because that would have exposed them all to far too much to public scrutiny, even 40 years later.  

Jace’s life was a triumphant life. It was a duty-bound life.  It was a lonely life.  Par for the course, it seemed, when in juxtaposition with Satele’s life and Theron’s own life up until he was in his late twenties (some smuggler and her crew of misfits hijacked him and took him pretty far off course).  

Jace had wanted a child. He had wanted Theron to exist, badly.  He did not know his wishes had come true for 26 years, by which point the ability to parent was moot.  

And now Theron knew that Eva had read the journals as well, without his consent.  There was a flutter of anger.  But he was storing things on her ship.  The Captain always had a right to know what was on her ship.  He had always thought she had been excessively noisy that day as she came home to the Thief; he now understood she had likely been home sooner but avoided intruding on his grief.

It was one of the few times that Theron had acknowledged his life had been sadder and lonelier than necessary, and he had indulged himself in the self-pity.  

Theron’s shot about Satele had hit its mark better than he had anticipated: now it was a question of what she wanted, as she was desperate to not put him in Jace’s shoes. He didn’t want to put her in Satele’s. Theron realized that he had to ask the question, not her.  “If I said I wanted it, would you be the parent who didn’t want it but had it anyway? Because that’s just as bad,” he hissed as he took a step toward her, fingers reaching for her.  

A tremor went through Eva as she widened her stance slightly.  Theron realized she – oh, the chair.  The floor. The position.  He crossed the rest of the way to her and let her lean into him. “I’ve been nauseous for days.”  She placed her hands flat on his chest.  

“Please don’t faint,” he plaintively asked as he drew her into his arms.  Theron kissed her on the closest available part of her face.  “Now you’re not answering questions.  We’re not getting anywhere.”  

Eva sighed. “You’re right. Fine.”  She straightened up slightly to look at him directly.  “The way I think of it, my family has history of things not working out.”  The first Eva Corolastor, may she rest in peace.  “This is the first time it might have worked out.” She cleared her throat.  “It might be the only time it ever works out.”  

“Do you want it to work out?” Theron’s hands clasped behind her back, draping over her hips.  

“Do you?”

Theron cast a look heavenward. “This is so stupid.  On the count of three, yes or no.  One, two, three.” 

“Yes.”

“Yes.”

The ceiling became absolutely fascinating to Theron for a solid minute.  He felt as if he’d just jumped off a cliff.  “I’m starting to think we should have had this conversation sooner. Like, years ago.”  

Theron finally looked down at her as she vigorously shook her head.  “No. Part of--- part of  --” She was waffling over saying something. He gave her a gentle squeeze and it came out in a rush.  “Part of the reason I didn’t make the galaxy into an empire -- besides the obvious fact that a smuggler as emperor is stupid -- was the fact that an empire requires a succession, typically biological.  After everything, I didn’t want the galaxy fixating on our ability to have heirs.  I didn’t want that choice taken from either of us.  Looking back, it would have been so hard to make it this point. Together.”

If they’d agreed earlier to have a child, what they considered ‘lucky’ now would have been very ‘unlucky’ then.  Theron bowed his head to press his lips against hers.  “My only reservation,” he said against her mouth, “is whether this is going to be high risk.  I may want…this,” he danced around the more emotionally charged words he could have used, “…but I won’t sacrifice you for it.  Everything else, I can do without. Not you.”

“I always did like risk,” Eva said, but she lacked her usual cavalier attitude when she said it.  She was taking it seriously.

That terrified Theron. “For once in our lives, let’s be careful.  I know this didn’t start from us being careful, responsible, loving adults instead of lustful, dangerous, kriffing idiots…but it matters how we finish this.”

Somewhere in the middle of that sentence, Theron realized that he might become a father. And that he was … not unhappy about it.  “When do we get the final verdict?” he asked, stunned at the self-revelation.

“Should be soon.  I wanted you here, as my next of kin.”  That made him smile. Eva was the first person to ever give his name in that fashion; for obvious reasons, Satele and Jace and Theron had never written each other’s names down for anything.  

As if on cue, the secretary stuck her head into the waiting room.  “Are we ready for the doctor?”

“As I’ll ever be.”  Eva drew a great, shaky breath.  She looked up at Theron.  

He was still desperately in love with her.  

They walked through the door together.

~~

Far later that night, the lights were on low within the Thief’s Captain’s quarters.  Both were in their sleepwear.  Eva lay on her back in bed, head resting in Theron’s lap.  He had one arm crooked around her, the hand mindlessly playing with the closures of her night shirt.  The other hand was holding a datapad, reading.  

Eva turned her head slightly to leave a kiss on his abdomen.  He startled slightly, his focus broken.  “Lana is going to be so mad.  Another security risk.”

Theron stifled a laugh.  “If Lana is mad, she can go take a space walk off Republic Fleet without EVA gear. I don’t think she will be, though.”  Theron put the datapad aside and used the free fingers to trace her face tenderly.  “I think she’ll splash out.  Remember how she prepared for your coronation long before you rejected it?  Apply that, and you get an over-enthusiastic aunt.”  

“She didn’t know if she’d get another opportunity to run a coronation.  So she went hard.  Yeah, I can totally see that.”  Eva’s hand travelled to where Theron’s fingers were playing with a clasp.  “The crew is going to be thrilled.”

Theron smiled at that.  “I know Bowie will be over a few moons.”  

“Corso too.  Risha will wrinkle her nose and make noise, but go to pieces at first sight.”

“Uncle Guss may be an acquired taste.”

“Aunt Akaavi – that’ll be a force to reckon with.”  A beat. “Boy or girl.”

“No preference.”

“Last name?”

“Oh, that’s a tough one.” Theron sat back against the headboard. “I’m not expecting either of us to change our last names at this point, just to be clear.  But the kid has to have one.”

Eva’s lips curved upward in a smile. “I can tell you from personal experience, Shan is easier to learn how to spell than Corolastor.”

“Hyphenate it?”

“And make it even longer and more obnoxious?”  

“I’m not attached to my name. You are to yours.”  Theron drifted a thumb over her eyebrows.  “My name should have died out a long time ago.”

Eva dipped her head back to catch that thumb with her mouth. “I could say the same.  Maybe a third option?”

“And make this kid’s life even more complicated, having three different last names running around?  I’d say pick one and stick with it.”  Theron’s face relaxed as he looked at her.

In the dim light, Eva saw the increasing grey at Theron’s temples that was now sneaking into the rest of his hair.  Eva had always liked silver foxes, and this one was exceptionally hot. The lines on his face were more pronounced than they were when she had met him back on Republic Fleet.  His face was slightly thinner, the fullness of youth departing.  The eyes still burned bright and intense, and he remained mentally and physically active.  

“What are you thinking of?” he asked, noticing her rapt attention to his face.  His thumb trailed along the side of her jaw and under her chin then up the other side.  

“You.” They both used to lie about thinking about each other.  Now there was no point.  

“Good to know.  Still like what you see?”

“Yeah.  In fact, I might love it.”

“Very good to know.”  Theron’s voice grew husky, and he turned off the lights.

She needed her rest.  And he needed her.  

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Thanks to @ayresis, @vexa-legacy, @commanderlurker, and @previousjane for the nudges to post.

[trumpkinhotboy]

All in good time

Pairing: Jacob Black x f!reader

Type: Not requested

Genre: Kinda fluffy i'd say

Warnings: None!

Rating: g

Requests: Open (for Narnia and Twilight, maybe?😳)

A/n: Alright, alright, I know I said this blog was going to be centralized on Narnia stuff, but lately I've really gotten back in my Twilight phase🥴 Plus, I had a really shitty week and needed a pick me up. Jacob is one of my biggest comfort characters so I felt it was only suiting. I hope you'll enjoy it😬 I suggest reading this while listening to any kind of Twilight ambiance playlist.☺Also, I know my title sucks HAHA. Couldn't think of anything better so yea, I'm sorry, but this is what you get

Update: changed my title huhu!

* gif is not mine!!

There were days that just deeply and inherently... sucked. Days where everything seemed out of rhythm, where no matter how hard you tried, it all seemed wrong; it all fell apart.

Today was one of those days. When your dad jokingly said: "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." you did not think it the tiniest of bit funny. When you opened one of the kitchen cabinets to get your favorite brand of cereals and found an empty box, you almost threw a full-on seven-year-old crying on the floor tantrum. Especially when you saw the half-emptied bowl sitting in the sink. Too bad, no breakfast for you this morning. Ridiculous, immature, and not changing anything? Yes, of course, but you still did it out of pure spite. As if that would punish anyone else than you.

Like any other day in Forks, it was raining, nothing awful here, if it was not for the fact that the window on the driver’s side hadn’t been properly closed. Your seat was by now totally drenched. With your pants completely soaked you rode to school, your knuckles turning white from angrily gripping the wheel. Once you arrived, it seemed that everyone was annoyingly happy and enthusiastic while you just couldn’t get out of your personal, unchangeable, black cloud. Not to help, your friends only kept making fun of your moody behavior. Could you not be taken seriously on one of your worst days?

In your least favorite class, you were horrified to see written in big letters on the board:

“20% exam!! Leave your personal effects in front of the class.”

You would have run away if it wasn’t for the flow of students coming in to push you further in the classroom. Convinced the exam was for the next week, you did not even open the pages of your manual concerning the subject. It is with panic and exasperation that you sat at your desk waiting for your doom. Did you need to add that along with all that bull crap of a day, the only person who could have made your day a little less annoying was, once again missing. No calls, no texts, no news, nothing. Probably on another mission with the rest of his mutant gang. You got to the Rez after school, hoping you would see him, but were only welcomed by Leah and Seth. It almost felt like they were waiting for you as they were sitting outside of Billy’s house. Why they were the only ones left here was a mystery for you. The pack usually always stayed together.

- “Where are the others?”

- “On some kind of mission around the lands.”

- “Is everything alright?” They nodded nonchalantly. “Then why are you two here?”

The answer Seth gave you while chewing loudly on yet, another snack, made you grith your teeth so hard he thought they were going to fall out of your mouth.

- “To protect you.”

- “I thought it was nothing, so why would I need protection?”.

- “You should talk about it with Black. He’s the one who ordered us to stay to watch over you or something.”

- “I am PERFECTLY capable of WATCHING OVER MYSELF.” you answered a little louder than expected, anger rumbling in your chest. That earned you some awkward looks from your two friends, but at this point, it didn’t even matter, you were seeing red.

Leah, never intimated by you, shrugged her shoulders. Seth looking a little bit more nervous still laughed at your display of anger. Jacob was the one assigning babysitters over you? Of course, you and he would have a little discussion, that mutt would not see it coming.

When you got back home, you called your father to warn him; there was no way you would be cooking dinner. With your luck, it wouldn’t be a surprise if you burnt the whole house down. Fortunately, he was in good mood (unfair) and answered there was no problem; he would get pizza. He got home with the box in hand and a “Hey sweet...heart”. One quick look at your rough appearance and frustrated expression and his mouth closed shut. He dropped politely, almost carefully, a plate with a slice of pizza before quickly leaving for the couch. You mostly played with the food, incapable of swallowing it down, looking at the forest many times, waiting, expecting to see a tall figure appear on its verge but nothing. Time passed, still no sign of life. There was no way that by now Leah or Seth didn’t give him your message. You had time to wash the dishes, do some homework, and get in your sweats. At 7:30 pm you gave up; he wasn’t coming. Your father was still watching TV, completely oblivious to your growing anger. You picked up his plate to put it in the sink but tripped and dropped it, the delicate plate exploded into a thousand pieces.

- “Y/n? Everything okay?”

- “Y..ea.. an accident. I’ll pick it up.”

There was a slight tremolo in your voice. That was it. Your day had been terrible with no sign of sun, and this broken plate would be your breaking point as ridiculous as it sounded. You leaned on the counter, head hanging low, feeling tears of frustration swelling up in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you looked up; in a second you were out the back door.

- “Where you going?” you heard your father ask.

- “Getting the trash out.”

The figure backed in the woods as you rushed into them without hesitation. You smacked against something big and warm, warmer than it was normal to be, yet you had become quite accustomed to it.

- “You little piece of shit.” your index finger digging in his chest. “You weren’t even here today, and it was terrible, and you can’t do this. I do not need any PROTECTION. Oh my god, do you really think I am weak and helpless without you or Leah or Seth or ANY werewolf to protect me?!”

He didn’t interrupt your monologue, only looking at you spitting your anger out.

- “You are SO annoying. Honestly who- who do you think you- are?! I’m- I am not, I can DEFINITELY, I don’t ne-eed any-one.” Your speech was becoming less and less coherent, your emotions taking control of your mind.

Without waiting any longer for you to finish your incoherent thought, he pulled you in for one of his signature bear hugs.

- “You can’t do this to me I’m an-ang-angry...”.

- “Shhh, it’s okay.”

- “You-you weren’t there.” you gave up fighting him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

- “I’m sorry, Leah told me.”

- “Wh- why didn’t you come sooner?” you continued, sobbing.

- “Some wolf things, Paul got in trouble.“ you backed off, immediately lifting your head at the mention of one of your friends in trouble.

- “Is he okay?”

- “Of course, he is, but Sam was very upset this time.” he stroked the side of your face with a small smile. “Enough with the boys, tell me what's wrong.”

- “Everything. I left my car window opened my seat was drenched. At school, everyone was disgustingly happy and in a good mood. I did not know I had an exam, I didn’t even study the subject. And this morning, my dad half ate the rest of my favorites cereals, and then I didn’t eat anything else as a silent protest, I know that’s stupid, but”

- “You didn’t eat anything else?”

- “Yeah, but I…” you lifted your gaze to meet his disapproving one. “I mean, I must have eaten a snack at lunch today…”

- “Must have?” he looked angrier.

- “Y/n??? Where are you??”

The calling of your father interrupted your conversation; he looked in its direction.

- “You should go back inside before your dad comes out.”

- “What? No, please. Can’t you kidnap me for tonight?” he chuckled lightly.

- “Trust me, go back in, okay?”

You looked at him unsure, even though you knew he was worthy of your trust. You finally nodded before running back inside.

- “What took you so long?”

- “Oh, uh, I thought I saw something and got a little carried away.”

- “Mokay, I don’t like you being so close to the woods. We’ve still had a few complaints about some trekkers finding traces of big animals in the woods. I’d prefer you be careful, alright?” You held up a smile, thinking about your friend just outside.

- “Sure.”

You stayed in the middle of the living room, expecting, waiting to see Jacob’s next move. You expected something quick, but when ten minutes later, there were still no signs of him, you felt frustration rising again. Not sure what to do now, you sat next to your father, half paying attention to what was happening on the screen. If he just left you, he was going to pay for it. You needed him, and just like that, he was gone? Probably, got called away by Sam again. Maybe it wasn’t in his control? But if it was…

Knock. Knock.

You looked up, surprised. The door opened with a creaking sound.

- “Oh, Jacob. Hi, what are you doing here?”

- “Hi Charlie, I heard Y/n had a pretty bad day. Came to kidnap her, if that's okay?”

- “Bad day? That’s an understatement. I swear, at one point, I thought she was going to scream at me. I ate her last bowl of cereal this morning; the thing was disgusting, I only ate half of it. I don’t think that helped.” You heard your friend’s low chuckle. Your dad seemed to feel pretty guilty about his crime, which did make you feel a tad bit better. “But yeah sure. Y/n! You have a visitor.”

You walked to them, Jacob awkwardly fitting in your small house; he seemed so disproportionate with his imposing size. For once, he was wearing actual clothes, a shirt and a pair of jeans, a sign he wasn’t planning on having to transform tonight. A sign that he was planning on being entirely dedicated to you.

- “Ready to go? I’m kidnaping you.” He said that last part with a smirk, a hint to your previous request.

- “Sure.” You grabbed your coat, said goodbye to your dad, and left without waiting any longer.

First, he took you away to get some food in you. It wasn’t until your teeth were digging inside a delicious burger that you realized just how hungry you were. Jacob being the glutton that he is, ordered two cheeseburgers along with a pack of large fries. You went for a milkshake, the perfect dessert for a night like this, and took your victuals to the La Push beach. It was empty and peaceful; the sun was slowly going down, the wind just a whisper in the night. It wasn’t even that cold, but the excuse to snuggle into Jake’s wolfish warmth was too good to pass.

- “Feeling better?” he asked while wrapping his arm around your shoulders.

- “Yes. Thanks, Jake.”

- “Kidnapping mission was a success?”

- “Yes, it was.” You answered with a smile.

- “Alright.” He muttered under his breath, looking in the distance.

You stayed for a while in comfortable silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

- “So, what were you saying about me not being there today, like that made your day worst?”

His question took you by surprise. A look at his cocky expression was all it took you to punch him in the ribs as hard as you could.

- “You wish idiot.”

He laughed at your attack, he probably didn't even feel a thing but leveled his face with yours in all seriousness.

- “You can avoid this conversation for now since you had a shit day and all, but keep in mind, it’s not over.”

- “And you keep in mind that our discussion about you ordering werewolves to stay behind to protect me, is not over. You won’t get away easily with that one Black.”

He laughed again, visibly amused with your threat. You laughed too but were slightly less amused. These two conversations were important ones, although one you apprehended way more. You looked at Jacob's happy expression and felt a fuzzy feeling warming your body. No, right now was not the time for such serious topics.

All in good time, right?

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Tagging my two gals because they know how nervous I was😭...@imjustdreamingig @gonzalezyon I did it gals🥺 I hope you'll like it, thank you so much for your support💕💕

[kodiakwhiskey]

Domestic Bliss

Domestic Bliss//////Spencer x Fem!OC

Summary: Spencer figures out that Aria's relationship has turned abusive and starts trying to help her (First person)

Tw: domestic violence,physical abuse, mild description of gore (anything else that can be applied to the show lol)

I see the bruise, I see the truth

I see what he's been doin' to you

Blood on the shoes, what's his excuse?

He say he doin' some new kung fu

You always use his bullshit excuse

But I see what he's been doin' to you

There was no point in trying to hide it anymore. No matter how many different techniques I knew about makeup, this was still there. Raw, fresh, and now very irritated. It was getting harder to hide this and I couldn’t do it anymore. So why can’t I leave? Why am I at my job so early in the morning when I know he’ll lose his shit on me when I get home for not being there. I tried my best, but I settled for a bandage instead. I can just make something up. I’m already accident prone. I start on some paperwork, trying to take my mind off things.

I technically wouldn’t have any issues leaving. Think about it realistically. I literally work in a department to help these kinds of situations. It would be so easy to just tell Hotch or Rossi and go into witness protection. I could stop my checks so he wouldn’t be able to use my card. I wouldn’t have a home… My mother won’t take me back; she loves him more than me. 

My thoughts are interrupted when I hear Spencer setting a cup of coffee down next to me.

“Hey… Donovan… what happened?” I shook my head at him.

“I burned it with a straightener.” No. You were so close to telling him that bastard put his cigarette out on your face. About how he… No. Not now if Spencer’s here it means everyone else will be. 

When everyone got there and Hotch pulled everyone in for briefing I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a case, all the way in Colorado. I sat and listened to anyone, but had nothing to offer, opting to just take notes instead. I called him on the way to the plane, knowing he wouldn’t answer.

“Please leave a message after the tone”

“Hey, Kev. It’s me um. Our case is out of state so I’m going to be gone for a few days. Reception might be spotty but I…” I choked a little. “I will call to check in when I can.” I hung up and turned my phone off as we pulled up to the jet. I felt Spencer’s eyes on me, but I couldn’t dare meet them. I just took my usual seat in the back corner, tucking myself against the window. Even if this was only for a couple days it could really give me the break I need. Maybe that’s what we both need. He’s much nicer after I’ve been gone for a while. It reminds me of the first couple years we were together. Back when he still called me pet names like, sugar or bunny. I shut my eyes, trying to get some rest. Everything would be fine.

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why'd you go back for that kiss?

Maybe it tastes like him

When you got tears in your lips

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why don't we pack and leave this?

Why do you smile when he cries?

Why do you cry when he wins?

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Third pov

Spencer set his things down, in his usual seat next to Aria, and moved to sit with the group at the table.

“So is anyone else going to acknowledge it too?” His voice was quiet and everyone else had solemn expressions on their faces.

“Look… as much as I want to do something, you know as well as I do that getting involved before she’s ready could be even more dangerous.” Rossi’s voice was quiet, anger lacing his words.

“We’re going back to her hometown. Her mother is there, we could-” Derek cut him off. 

“Reid. This is a part of keeping her safe. We can’t corner her like that; she'll associate it with whatever he’s doing at home and slip into a trauma response.” Emily stayed silently, Looking over at her, sleeping and tucked away under Spencer’s cardigan.

Hotch had been in the opposite corner, watching the team. “We do have a ‘No Profiling’ rule on each other.” Spencer’s face fell, guilt ridden in his eyes. “But we can bend the rules a little. Her behavior has indicated it’s only getting worse. It’s a matter of time before he snaps and kills her.” Hotch knew the severity of the situation all too well. Derek had seen his sister go through that and now he was seeing another sister hide it.

“It would be best if Garcia approached her about it.” Everyone looked over at Emily, who had been quiet until now. “The two of them are close and she’s the only one out of us who's actually spent time around him.” She was trying to sound rational, but she knew Penelope had a tenderness they didn’t quite understand.

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Aria

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder, and opened my eyes to see Reid’s dark red cardigan on me, his touch gentle. 

“Hey we landed.” He grabs my bag, along with his, and gets off the plane with everyone else.

I got off and slid into the passenger seat of the car Hotch was driving, Spencer climbing into the seat behind him, he had such a cute clueless expression on his face. Poor thing never really liked change. 

“Hotch, I need a favor to ask of you.” I kept my voice low, but I knew Spencer and Derek would hear it anyway. Hotch titled his ear towards me, the silent indicator that he was listening. “Since we’ll be in town, I’d like to take a couple hours for some personal business.” He nodded knowingly, like he always does.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

“That’s okay. But I want your head in case at all working times.” You nodded, and settled in for the long car ride from the airport to Granby Ranch.

I did attempt to call Kevin when we arrived, but the cell service had always been awful out here.

When we pulled up to the ranch, the first thing I noticed was the sculpture at the entrance had been damaged. We got out of the Jeep and Hotch went directly to talk to the County police. I stepped towards the crime scene, taking a look at everything. Right in the edge of the woods. Man this was getting creepy. A voice behind me registers as Spencer’s but my mind is racing. There was blood everywhere. The trees were lined, reaching as high as 6 feet. I step further, slipping on a pair of gloves before I stop dead in my tracks.

“Hey… Um… did they miss a body in the initial report?” It was like a bad car crash. I couldn’t look away from her mangled body. This was definitely not a wild animal. I doubt any Elk or bear could make a clean cut like that. The world started spinning the longer I stared and just as I was expecting to hit the hard ground I felt something soft and warm.

You got balloons

New flowers too

Last one's dyin' in your bedroom

He's squeezin' you

Blame-blaming you

Mama just usin' her red perfume

“Donovan. Hey, hey you have to wake up.” Spencer's voice is warm above me, nurturing almost. It doesn’t take long for my ears to ring and for my hearing to drop.

When I’m fully conscious, there’s a bright light in my eye. I blink slowly, trying to shield my face.

“Oh Aria, thank god.” Rossi is above me, putting the flashlight away, and I feel a warm hand on my cheek. I tilt my eyes and realize I’m in Spencer’s lap, furiously blushing. “Do you know where you are right now?” Spencer’s voice is soft above me and I wrack my memory. The second I close my eyes I’m looking at that poor woman’s dismembered head again and I stifle a scream. “Hey, hey take it easy. You need to move slowly.” Spencer’s hand on my shoulder is a warm reminder. I’m okay. Rossi and Spencer slowly helped me up. Hotch sent Spencer, Derek, and I to the police station in Frasier, where they had set up shop. With me driving, we pulled up in 15 minutes. Granted, they both were pale, but they weren’t dead.

Eventually we started piecing everything together. It was 8 pm when Kevin called me.

I answered, putting him on speaker so I could continue working. “Hey Kev.”

“Don’t fucking Hey Kev me. Where are you?” I was really glad Derek and Spencer had left the room.

“I called you earlier before we left but it went to voicemail. Did you not get my message?”

“You know what I’m fucking asking you. Don’t be a bitch to me.” 

“I’m in Wyoming in the mountains.” Lie. Don’t give yourself away. “Kevin, I have work to do.”

“Fine but don’t expect anything from me when you get back. Lying bitch.” He spit the words at me like venom before the line clicked off. I closed my phone. Whatever God or Gods existed in this universe surely wouldn’t let me stay like this… but it had been 3 years now. I had to do it myself. I couldn’t rely on anyone else. 

Domestic bliss

I know how bad you wanted it

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why'd you go back for that kiss?

Maybe it tastes like him

When you got tears in your lips

Why'd you put up with that shit?

Why don't we pack and leave this?

Why do you smile when he cries?

Why do you cry when he wins?

“Aria?” Spencer’s face had fallen. I didn’t realize I was crying. “Hey… is everything okay?” He slid into the seat next to me, his hand on my knee. I shook my head, and just leaned into him. “I’m here for you. You know that right? You’re not alone.” I didn’t say anything, just letting myself sink further. 

“I don’t think you’re much help like this Donovan.” Derek put his hand on my shoulder. “Why don’t you and Reid go get checked in. I’m sure everyone will follow shortly.” I nodded, walking out of the station with Spencer, and climbing into the passenger seat of the SUV, letting him take the helm. I closed my eyes and rested against the window of the door.

I think I vaguely remember him getting a bag of food on the way, but I couldn’t pay attention. There was too much going on. Spencer woke me up gently, letting me get my bearings before heading inside.

“Here’s your room keys. You’ll both be in 117.” My jaw almost fell to the floor. Crap there was no way this would end out okay. He’s gonna find out and he’ll get hurt trying to help me.

Spencer thanked her, and we went to our room, The door clicking softly behind us.

“Aria… I need to talk to you.” I sat on one of the beds, staking my claim, taking my shoes off. “I know Kevin is abusing you.” I stared at him for a minute, unblinking. His voice was soft, and he knelt in front of me, wiping away the tears that came. “I need to know how to help you. Please. I can’t see you like this anymore.” The floodgates opened and I threw myself around him, his hands lacing into my hair.

“Please… Don’t make me go back. I can’t do it anymore.” I feel his hand push down my sweater, the various bruises and scabs littered my collarbone and his face fell.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

“Aria… I’m going to kill him.” I’ve never seen him this upset. “He won’t get away with hurting the person I love like this.” He met my eyes realizing he said that out loud.

“Spencer…” He pulled me into him for a kiss, sweet and tender just like him. “I love you too…” 

Spencer’s hands never left me, pulling me into bed with him, pulling me close. He littered my back and shoulder with kisses, being extra careful around my bruises.

The next morning we wrapped up the profile, my phone staying off. Spencer never left my side.

It took another day or two to catch the guy. He’d been dating all the victims and playing them off of each other. I hated that I drew the comparisons to Kevin, and now that the case was over, I had to face him again… 

Spencer and I packed our hotel room, and he agreed to come with me to see my mom

I knocked on the door, and he squeezed my hand quickly, letting go as the door opened.

“Hi mom.”

“Oh baby hi. What are you doing here? Where’s that sweet Kevin.”

“Actually, that’s why I’m here. Can I come inside?” She stepped aside to let us through, pulling out the coffee mugs and pouring us both a cup from the freshly made pot.

“What’s going on honeybee?” She leaned back in her chair, sipping her coffee.

“I don’t know how to tell you this so I figured I’d just show you.” I shrugged my jacket off for the first time in days around someone, the bruises covering almost every surface of my arms and shoulders, various scabbing in areas.

“Oh honey. I told you you need to quit this job. You’re hurting yourself.” I tried not to sound too annoyed.

“No ma. It’s Kevin… He’s been abusing me for 3 years now.” Her eyes widened.

“Aria you will not lie in this house.”

“Ma’am it’s not a lie.” Spencer spoke to her, not even introducing himself. “If you heard the things he says to her over the phone, you would know she isn’t lying.”

“You both need to leave.” Mom stood up and snatched the mugs away retreating to the kitchen. “You’re a disgrace.” I sighed, and grabbed Spencer’s hand, walking to the door.

“I guess that makes two of us. Have a good life mom. I hope you’re not so lonely with Kevin in it.” I closed the door without another word, basically running with Spencer to the SUV.

My God, I'll be right in

A trickle of lighting

I knew before I heard

I felt in my skin

My God, I'll be right in

A trickle of lighting

I knew before I heard

I felt in my skin

The phone call with Penelope was rough. She was crying more than I was, but within minutes she confirmed there was now a protection order in place, and that the police were detaining him for the night so I could gather my things.

“You can stay with me.” Spencer’s hand was soft on mine, and I nodded, falling asleep on his shoulder on the jet ride home. All of the guys insisted on coming with me to my old apartment, on the off chance he was still there, so as soon as we finished the last bit of paperwork, Rossi, Hotch, and Derek all followed me over.  It was quiet when we entered, my cat trotting over, meowing at me. 

“Looks like he trashed the place before they took him.” Derek flipped over a cracked photo frame, and Spencer picked up the black fluffy void, her purring as loud as a lawn mower. Rossi helped me pack my clothes in a bag, and Hotch grabbed various things of mine from the shelf for a box, everything he deemed important, while Derek stole all the batteries out of the electronics, and took all the food and alcohol out of the cabinets, leaving behind only sugar, flour, and ketchup.

Spencer helped me gather the cat’s things and helped me take them to the car. When we got back up I heard Kevin shouting. Spencer pushed me behind him walking into the living room. 

“You have no right to be packing her things. She can’t leave me, I'm the only one she has left.”

“Obviously that’s a lie.” Spencer’s comment made everyone stop and stare at him. “She has 4 people who are here to clearly collect her things and protect her from you. Where is your support Kev?” I never heard him speak like that, my hands were gripping his cardigan so tightly my knuckles were white. Rossi and Hotch pushed past him with the last of my boxes, Rossi taking me by the hand and leading me out.

Spencer turned and Derek put the final nail in the coffin, knocking a photo off the wall, while making eye contact with him.

He didn’t try to come after me. He didn’t acknowledge my existence, and he let me leave.

The guys dropped everything off at Spencer’s with me, Birdie immediately making herself at home on his sofa, her face buried in her long black fur.

Fight for me

We can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Go to Hawaii

Fight for me

Said we can leave, I'm beggin'

Please, on my, on my knees

Hawa-hawaii

[mangomochi-yn]

[volleyball with the aces]

haikyuu best boi aces x reader

g. all around fluff! (and crack :P) wc. 12-17 bullets/ea

contains. bokuto k., sakusa k., asahi a., iwaizumi h., ushijima w., futakuchi k.

bokuto

this hyper baby

the minute you suggest it he’s shouting in excitement

would immediately get ready to serve at you, even stopping practice

((but luckily akaashi stops him to let you gear up))

“whoa y/n you have to practice with me now! youre good!!”

always. i repeat aLWAYS exclaims (with glee) when you make a tricky move like a curved spike or a float serve

laughs when he has to sprint to receive a feign

v v tempted to show off his spikes but doesn’t wanna hurt you (awe bb 🥺)

so he’ll pretend to go really hard but then mid air just like *taps* the ball. asgshgshshdksl

overall super fun and super loud

he literally just turns into a ball of sunshine and youre just 💘💞

10/10 can’t get better than him

sakusa

this boi

ya gotta convince for a while

will be like why? what brought this? you want to get sweaty and dirty? are you that bored?

like bruh 😑

eventually gives in when u tell him u just want to play with him

plays normally for the most part

(he knows you can handle some of his spikes and serves 💪)

but he will lightly tease you with a curveball every now and then

oh and btw you’re geared up to the max before you start like 💯

— im talking knee pads, elbow pads, hair tied up and tight, compression shorts (absolutely NO loose and hazardous clothes), and dont forget double knotted shoelaces

afterwards? i m m e d i a t e shower

you better drink your water in 10secs cause he will not hesitate to scoop you up and throw you in there if you take any longer

all in all was the game worth all the time it takes to gear up and the 1hr shower after?

100% — that small smile he had as he played with you was a blessing in itself

will give you some pointers too after just cause he hopes to play with you more smoothly next time

8/10 ur very clean now. very refreshed

asahi

now we all know how unsure and nervous this jesus is

so naturally, once u ask him he’ll be like 😳 with me? why?

ur like “ur my boyfriend asahi, who else would i play with” 😐

“noya’s pretty fun to play with”

😑 bruh

just act all pouty and mad and he’ll be right on it though

plays softly, very leisurely

it’s as if you two were just.. passing the ball to each other (and it got a bit boring)

so you told him

asahi spike em balls pls ☺️

he laughs but eventually does and right then and there you remember how he is the a c e

1 dive turns into 2, 2 turns into 3, next thing you knew you were rolling all over the place trying to receive (noya’s v proud btw)

meanwhile asahi was having so much fun so ur just like 🥺 dont matter! anything for him!!

“that was so much fun, y/n!” your heart melts at how he beams at you after, he was sweaty all over but somehow he said he felt ‘refreshed’

i think ur confused bby

but anyways 8/10 protect him at all costs or u catch these fists

iwaizumi

like sakusa this boy will be a bit sus

like he’ll say yeah right away but will be like??

when you tell him you just wanna play with him he then turns a bit of a cocky bitch (unintentionally!!)

hes like “😏 oh? i won’t hold back yknow.”

lies.

worse than boku he def holds back

just receives all the time like boy?? wheres that strong ass spike form i fell for? 

the minute you tell him to not be a 🅿️ussy though be ready cause he will get in the zone

— he decided he might as well use this for actual practice 💀

so in the end you’re dead. arms sore.

“we should do this more often babe its fun practicing with you” as he takes a swig from his water bottle shoving it to u after

how can you say no tho when you see that bright ass smile of his and hear his hearty laughter?

you lk regret asking but in the end what makes baby daddy happy — he gets 😪

another 8/10 at least u see the bara arms flex during the whole thing

ushijima

“huh okay”

ya kinda feel bad asking him cause he had to stop practicing but bbys like “no. we can play like you want it’s fine.”

and it’s like... hes playing with a child

(hes also part of the gear you to the max squad btw)

but anyways as he plays with u a few mins in you’re like 👁👄👁 boy what is this mockery

but then before you complain you now notice him gradually amping up his spikes— not just receiving as often any more (oh? 👀)

turns out baby boi was just assessing you it seems. agsshsksjjl what a man 💔

cracks a smile every now and then when you barely receive something while u shout-laugh loudly at him

then afterwards he hydrates u to the max

im talking g a l l o n s

(you got your 8 cups for the whole week now)

then offers to bathe or massage you if you’re too tired cause unlike u hes like so unaffected 😐

like one (1) single sweatdrop on his forehead and thats it

gives you pointers as he massages you too but overall says not to hesitate to ask him if you wanted to play again

another 10/10 baby’s perfect

futakuchi

sassy mf

“are you sure? i wont hold back you know.”

(him and iwaizumi — to the streets!)

((jk just him cause iwa is bae))

he’s still not done at just that btw

“did you want my attention that much 😘 im kinda busy tho” so u hit him with a “nah nvm then”

and this mf hugs you so fast and says he might as well since you asked (smh 🤦‍♀️)

and this boy..

he’s asahi but intentionally

— like why??? are you running back and forth the edges of the court???

“go go dateko!” he fuccin sings as he sees you run to where he received the ball to 💀

— the complete opposite side of where you were btw

will also urge and keep teasing you to try tricky moves on him

*loud fake gasp as you do a curve spike*

istg if you could still walk at the end of playing with him you wouldve drop kicked him instantly

smothers you with kisses and hugs, and offers to carry you home after though so you cant really be too mad 🙄

all in all 7 jelly legs out of 10 (hes lucky u love him)

a/n. i used to play varsity in my middle and high school vbc!! i loved being a pinch server but most of my days i was a wing spiker 😗 did one year as a libero and gave up immediately cause i had no idea how to dive properly (komori pls teach ur ways 🤲) i would literally sacrifice my w h o l e b o d y to receive every time

[imnotwolverine]

The Accidental Family - I am..WHAT?!

Henry Cavill x OFC Phoebe (Bee) 

Warnings: mentions of smut, strong language, unplanned pregnancy, sad fluff

Word count: 2.414

Author’s note: OKAY..one more to finish the year. I’m writing this while frying oliebollen (Dutch dough balls we eat during festivities) and my fingers are all sticky and sweet, but hey; I can’t leave you readers hanging on the last day of this miserable year! Kisses 😘

(Link to my Masterlist)

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Phoebe was done with it all. Done with this week; done with the slump that was her life right now. She just worked through a week with three over-time shifts at the hospital, some annoyances with her new IUD and Leon. Fucking-fucktard Leon. 

But tonight she was going to be a big girl and suck it up, because heck; she was a good friend and tonight was Megan’s night. After long years of hard toil and shitty side-jobs, Megan had MADE it. She had gotten her first serious acting gig and tonight was the premiere, to which Phoebe would be her +1. 

Single girls unite. 

Sighing, Phoebe leaned into her make-up mirror, applying a coat of lipgloss to her pursed lips, heavy eyelashes fluttering. She never wore this much make-up, but it seemed like a thing you did when you went to such a fancy party. An A-lister party. Would Meryl Streep be there? She always had wanted to meet Meryl Streep. 

Smacking her lips to feel the stickiness of her lipgloss - why did people like wearing this crap? -, she moved out to the hall of her small apartment where she heard the intercom buzz. Alright. Showtime. 

‘Coming!’ She called to nobody in particular, hastily looking over the rows of shoes that were messily stacked by her door. Heels - heels - heels. And that scarf. Leon’s scarf. “Accidentally” left behind after he had come over to finally pick up the last of his things. She couldn’t stand the sight of it, and if it were a “good girl thing” to do, she’d shove it down the trash right now - like the trash he was. Cheater.

*tringgg* 

Hurry! -- Okay, shoes! Purple, brown, practical, no - no - no.. And then her eye fell on the perhaps a bit painful, but very much sexy heels she had once bought to wear for her 6th anniversary with Leon. Fuck-Me-Pumps. With silvery diamond straps and all. He hadn’t given two damns about them, about her dreams she had tried to talk about during that dinner - kids - but then again, Phoebe learned a year later why that was; CHEATER. 

‘Please bring me luck, babies.’ Phoebe mumbled, picking up the intercom that buzzed again. ‘Just putting on my shoes. Down in a minute.’ 

‘Alright m’am.’ A deep voice responded politely. 

Was that the driver? It must be the driver! They had a driver?! OH MEGAN, YOU! 

Excitement started to bubble in Phoebe’s tired bones as she realised that perhaps for tonight, things could be fun - painful shoes and all. 

Show-time. 

--

The water boiler gurgled lazily on the countertop, two pairs of eyes staring down at it, willing it to go faster. 

‘You didn’t respond to my text.’ Henry tried to keep a casual tone, but even with all his acting experience, the hurt was evident as his blue eyes swiftly moved over to Phoebe, who that had just knocked on his door after 3 months of radio silence. 

‘Yea...’ Phoebe cleared her throat and awkwardly leaned into the opposite kitchen counter Henry was leaning into. The tension was tangible and for a moment she scolded herself for pushing Megan to find out Henry’s address. 

‘..some..stuff happened.’ 

‘Is this the point where you’re going to tell me you’re married and your husband found out?’ 

Phoebe’s eyes widened and a chuckle escaped her lips, making Henry frown. ‘That might have just made all this a bit easier. But eh..no. I ..’ 

--

‘FEEEEBBsss where WEREEEE youu. Oh my god. Have you met..’ Phoebe could barely manage to stay balanced on her high heels as Megan’s hand dragged her away from the toilets - away from him - and onto one of the far corners of the crowded room where some mildly creepy man was waving at Megan. Megan waved back, but Phoebe could only focus on the burst of white camera flashes behind her, her eyes wishing to look if he followed. 

But Megan’s grip was tight and Phoebe was perhaps three shot glasses too drunk to stay on her feet AND look over her shoulder - the deep pink blush on her cheeks betraying that something was going on. 

‘..so I had this super fun chat with Michael. You know Michael right? I mean he was crazyyy excited about..Phoebe? Earth to Phoebe!’ Megan’s neatly manicured nail prodded into Phoebe’s silvery dress, awakening the blond woman from her over-shoulder stare when they finally had halted. 

‘Wh-what? Hi! Sorry. Eh..’ Instantly the deep pink worsened on Phoebe’s cheeks as Megan shot her one unbelieving wild eyed stare - she knew. Oh fuck, she knew. 

‘You know what - if you’d excuse us for a moment.’ Megan smiled charmingly at the old man that was checking her out for all the wrong reasons. 

Again Megan’s hand pulled on her arm, but this time they travelled less far, walking out to a more quiet area guarded by some heavy red curtains which offered a walkway for the staff who much resembled an army of tuxedo clad ants moving large trays of fizz around. 

‘You are 50 shades of red, hun.’ Megan chuckled, wiping some mildly smudged lipgloss from Phoebe’s chin. 

‘Oh, woops.’ Phoebe quickly mimicked the wipe on her chin, but the sticky residue was already gone - though other sticky residue on some other lips were most definitely still there. 

Shit, she had to get cleaned up fast. She wasn’t even wearing any PANTIES. DAMMIT. Oh my...how..why..Wobbling dangerously on her heels again, Phoebe lurched for one of the walls, a sudden wave of nausea coming over her as her red cheeks turned bitter green.

‘Awh shit Feebs. You OK? Eh..Ehhhhh...’ Nervously Megan looked around the stretch of the hallway, black and white tuxedos cruising deftly around with the patterns of a well-practised champagne carrying dance. 

‘Pfff...’ Phoebe tried to breath in deeply, inhaling whatever air she could muster in her suddenly claustrophobically tight lungs. Oh what did she do?!!! OH NO. Oh Christ. Good girls don’t shag in toilet stalls. Good girls don’t... ‘Pff - pff -pff’ With short little puffs she let out the air, but the nausea didn’t fade. How did pregnant women do that? Damn. 

‘I gotta go home.’ 

‘Yea-yea. Let me fix you a cab.’ Megan clipped her fingers and in a few minutes Phoebe was loaded into a cab, away from the bustling bubble of Hollywood A-listers and hot shots. 

The fairytale, was over. 

--

‘I got scared.’ 

‘Of me?’ Henry’s face pulled into one of agony, making him look even more disheveled with his wild curls, crumpled white shirt - which looked much too good on his large chest - and loose hanging grey sweatpants. 

‘No. I mean. Eh. Well. I lost my phone and..I called..and..someone picked up.’ 

‘Lea? Miranda? What someone?’ Henry stepped a little closer as the water cooker started to come to a slow boil. 

‘I don’t know. I -- They said they never heard of me, so I explained what..happened - oh fuck I shouldn’t have..I...pfffff. I panicked.’ A heavy blush crept over her cheeks as she nervously eyed the water boiler, the little lever moving back to “off” as the water danced in a heavy boil within.

‘Gr-green tea? English tea? Mint? I got some..’ Henry’s voice trailed off.

Phoebe shrugged and brushed a hand over her cheek, willing herself to stop blushing as the large stranger of a man brushed passed her to reach for the tea bags that were located just beside her head. 

‘Oh sorry.’ She quickly tried to get away, but Henry could only grin. 

‘It’s not funny, Cavill.’ Phoebe pouted shyly. 

‘Well you stood me up. I’m allowed to..smile, no?’ 

Phoebe opened her mouth to say something. Perhaps ask for forgiveness, or further her explanation to why she chickened out to trying again - and how she had even gotten his address. But no words came and so she just watched as Henry turned back to the task of making tea, bunching a few mint leaves in the two grey mugs that were settled on the smooth grey kitchen counter. 

This man sure liked his greys. 

‘I eh..actually ..had to tell you something.’ 

Even Phoebe herself wasn’t prepared for the words that had just escaped her lips, but there they were, earning a surprised quirk of Henry’s eyebrow. 

‘You don’t say.’ His lip curled into another cheeky grin and Phoebe couldn’t help but roll her eyes at him. Henry chuckled and hinted in the direction of the kitchen table. ‘Let’s sit.’ 

-- And that was a very good idea -- 

--

‘Meg..oh I’m in deep shit.’ Phoebe paced her small hallway as she waited for her friend’s voice to soothe her stomach fluttering nerves, her new smartphone clutched tightly in her hand. 

‘Oh- oh- wait a sec. Baby..yea..mommy is gonna be righttt there. Just a moment okay?’ A short pause followed and then Megan finally answered. ‘HEYY booo. What’s cooking goodlookin’?’ 

‘A baby, that’s what.’ 

‘W-what?’ 

--

Why didn’t he say anything? Phoebe nervously fingered the ear of her mug, waiting for Henry to give any kind of response to what she had just explained, and for the slightest moment she considered fleeing again - like she had numerous times when she tried to find the courage and call him, text him - anything. But that just hadn’t sat right, felt right. And then for long weeks she just pushed the reality of it all away. How could she be pregnant?! HOW?! 

The new IUD, that’s how. But, Henry had used protection; how much bad luck could one have?! So much for accidents that happen in cramped little bathroom stalls. 

Finally Henry made a noise, but it was more like a surprised squeak, then any normal sound a man his size would make. 

‘I’m sorry.’ Phoebe lowered her eyes a little more, taking it up as a; yea, this is not cool, girlfriend.

No, scratch that - she was not even his girlfriend. Ha! They were strangers for fuck’s sake. 

‘O-okay.’ Henry inhaled deeply and nodded, brushing a hand over the head of his dog, who was pushing a curious nose into his lap. ‘Okay. Wow.’ 

‘Yea..’ Phoebe swallowed thickly. ‘I..I’m keeping it either way. But..I thought..’ Her fingers had apparently curled around the mug so fiercely that it right about screamed as its small ear broke off. ‘OH FUCK.’ Her eyes widened as her lips turned into a shocked little “o”. 

Henry laughed. ‘Well, we better get new mugs before that baby is born.’ 

Was he being sarcastic? Phoebe felt like she was close to tears as the man before her cracked out the mug joke. Oh, why did she always ruin things?! 

‘Oh don’t cry. Please don’t cry. It’s just a mug.’ Henry’s smile turned into a pained lip bite as he saw the silvery tears rim Phoebe’s eyes. But Phoebe couldn’t help it, her lower lip already shivering as she looked down at the broken little tea ear in her hand. 

‘I’m sorry..’ She whimpered pathetically, the first tears already beading down her cheek before Henry could push away his chair and squat down beside her. 

‘Hey-hey. It’s okay. It’s..hey, come on now.’ 

‘I’ll *sniff* g-get a new..ha..new one *sniff*’ 

Henry smiled, slowly shaking his head before he carefully brushed his fingers through her golden locks, hooking them behind her ear so he could properly see her face. 

‘Bee..’ His voice lowered to a gentle hum.

‘It’s Phoebe by the way.’ She sniffled. 

‘Okay. Hello Phoebe.’ His hand folded around her hand that was carefully holding onto the broken off mug ear. Hesitantly, Phoebe looked away from her hand, right into the blue ocean that had drawn her in some three months ago from across the crowded room. She now too noticed a little fleck of brown in there - a little accidental mutation. Would the baby have his eyes? 

‘H-hi.’ She sniffled, trying her best to turn her lips in a smile, but it only worsened everything, more tears bursting from her eyes as the stress and chaos of the past months came crashing down. In an instant she felt herself be enveloped by large warm arms, a hot breath fanning over her head as Henry nuzzled her hair, his lips brushing over the shell of her ear as he spoke: 

‘It was just an accident, okay? No harm done.’ 

Phoebe nodded, but scolded herself anyways. Sure enough he was just talking about the mug. The stupid fucking mug. But what about the fucking baby?! Her..- his - baby. 

‘Phoebe? Bee?’ He settled back a little, his fingers brushing through her hair again. ‘How about we go sit on the couch and I make you a new cup of tea and we..’ He licked his lip as his eyes quickly flew over her heart-shaped, tear bruised face. He had to try hard not to unnecessarily coo over her. He didn’t want to chase her away this time. Especially not now. Not with this..situation.

A..baby?!

‘You don’t have to be so nice you know.’ Phoebe muttered, looking back at him. 

‘Well, too bad I’m a nice guy then.’ -- Who is going to be a dad!!! WOO! --  His lips curled in a sweet smile. 

‘Nice guys don’t shag women in bathroom stalls, do they?’ 

Henry cleared his throat at her sharp words, quickly looking down at his hand covering hers. ‘Yea..that was a ..bit uncharacteristic of mine. Ha..fuck..You know I scolded myself so hard for doing that. I-I sent you a pretty long Whatsapp message after, but..’ 

‘I never got that. Must be some syncing issue when I got my new phone.’ Phoebe’s lips curled in a watery smile. ‘The couch is fine.’ 

‘Okay.’ Henry’s smile grew a little. ‘Can you walk?’ 

‘Pff..Of course I can walk.’ She huffed, before she all but flew up into Henry’s chest in surprise when she was nuzzled by a very wet nose. 

‘Oh, I forgot to mention, this is Kal. My dog. And he likes the word “walk”’ - the dog borked softly - ‘very much.’ 

They both laughed and Kal’s ears perked up, his wet nose pressing in Phoebe’s elbow again, pushing her further up into Henry’s welcoming arms. 

The whole situation was weird, but as Henry felt how naturally they somehow melted into an embrace, her arms wrapping around his back, he could only smile. 

Sometimes accidents simply offered you the little push you needed all along. Be it in the form of broken mugs or babies. 

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[cuddlecave]

rly like the ask about Ben seeing Gord stranded in Xn and his first instinct being, "well, better swallow this fragile little thing to keep it safe". Gord is so terrified, thrashing and crying out. He doesn't want to die like this, eaten whole and alive. When he slips into Bens tum and is pushed into the thick stomach folds, to be held tight and squeezed, he can't even move much anymore, his protests being met with gentle pressure. all he can do is futilely squirm against the walls holding him and cry. Of course, Ben can tell something is wrong, even if he's never seen (or rather, felt) crying before. He kneads at Gord in gentle waves, trying to make the pouch soothing, calming sweet voice spilling in. Gord feels like his bones have fallen out of him, and he goes limp, making it that much easier for Ben to cradle him. Ben just wants to take care of this tiny thing, but it's so fearful. Can't it tell that it's safe inside?

Gord passes out at some point, assuming that he won't wake up. But then he does, still swaddled in warmth and feeling very relaxed. The walls are still close, folded around him, but aren't squeezing as much. He's not dead yet? And as he takes stock of his body, he realizes he's not in any pain, all his limbs are still there. Is this thing just saving him as a meal for later? Is he going to suffocate or starve in here before he's actually eaten? He tries to wriggle again, but it's hard with how boneless he feels. Despite everything, he's.... really comfortable. It's warm, and very soft. When the walls do press in, they're gentle, and he can hear organic noise all around, feel the heartbeat against his skin. He's completely cut off from the outside. He's still terrified, but something about this is calming him. Maybe it's the exhaustion, maybe he's accepted death.

And then the monster that swallowed him croons gently, and the walls knead at him again. This creature knows he's in here. It's actively paying attention to him. Is it just... playing with him?

When Ben coughs him back up, there aren't any words for how Scared Gord is. I imagine Bens half baked human form looks sorta like your young Ben, the basic shape is right but the bones and eyes aren't in the right places yet. Ben scrutinizes him, prodding at him a little, and when Gord's fear is no longer keeping him frozen, he cries out - only to be swallowed again. Ben knows he needs to work on it a bit. And Gord has no IDEA what's going on. Is this thing using him to make a human form? What's the point if it's so huge? Is he going to be digested after all?

Gord definitely thinks he's going crazy when Ben starts communicating with him mentally. Maybe the exhaustion and hunger and thirst are playing tricks on his brain, trying to convince him he's safe when he's not. Except when he projects these thoughts, Ben coughs him up near a spring surrounded by alien fruits. Gord doesn't have time to worry if this stuff will kill him, he's already been assuming he was going to die for over 24 hours now. Gord eats, trying not to look at the strange not-human looming over him, and when he's had his fill he's scooped back up and swallowed again, tucked into the folds of that pouch that croons "safe, warm, hold you" into his mind.

This thing wants him alive, though he's not sure what for. And it seems intent on keeping him inside. When Ben begins to be able to form words, and the first thing Gord asks is to be let out - of course, his concerns are brushed off. Fragile little guys belong in the pouch. Does he WANT to be in danger of being hurt or killed? He just needs to let Ben protect him. Hold him. Keep him.

And when he's able to communicate this with Gord, Gord is incredulous. He laughs, semi-hysterical. This whole time, he's been sure that he was ALREADY in danger. And now this monster's telling him that it's protecting him? By swallowing him whole? He doesn't want to believe it, but the softness and the warmth and the way the walls press in gently... it puts him at ease. He's being taken care of. He cries again, prompting Ben to knead at him, projecting worry and concern, which only makes Gord cry harder. he's SAFE. he's been safe and protected this whole time. That Ben plans to keep him in here indefinitely barely registers past the emotional whiplash of knowing his life wasn't actually in danger all this time.

g o o d s h i t , a n o n

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Chek and heartache- part III

Tw⚠️:swearing, referring of dark themes such as suicide attempt and mental illness.

The morning rays hit your eyes gently, tangible by their warmth,as you forced yourself from another dream of nothing but blank.

You groaned as your cat,Didi, comes running towards you: purring, meowing and chirping in pure happiness. You knew the reason she does this; your previous cat, Martha or Dildo- your roommate Sergiu called her that because of her dickish attitude with him- used to do this everytime so the little one, Didi, just followed her mother's lead.

Everytime she does that is like a small needle stabs at your heart especially when just 2 weeks passed since Martha died of old age- the black cat was adopted when she was senior, abused and malnourished, your heart knew you couldn't leave her to be laid to rest like a nothing. You adopted her, she bit you and you petted her, she hissed you hugged her, you did everything you could think of to show love even brush her fur with a wet toothbrush end to mimic sweet kisses coming from her mom. The cat soon realized that and started living again. Cautious of your other 3 roommates, cuddly with you.

Anyway, you got sidetracked with reminiscing. You heard your friends in the kitchen, Sabrina throwing away the take out boxes and Sergiu preparing some tea, probably to calm his stomach after all the spicy curry he ate last night.

You fixed the oversized white t-shirt and pull the marine blue shorts out of your bottoms, Didi already waiting you by the door.

You all, Sabrina,Sergiu,Ace and you, live in a quaint apartment, turned from campus housing, right next to one of the malls of the city. It had two small bathrooms, a living room , three petite bedrooms ,a tiny kitchen, a rounded balcony and a hallway. It was much smaller than your family home but it was in a central zone where your family home was outside the city's boundaries. You chose it not only because you wanted to spare your family from driving you to university but also because you needed your freedom, your space. Your parents were very understanding of that.

-Y/n e trează? ( "Is Y/n awake?") Ace asked as he sipped on his black cofee.

Without, he would pretty much be a grumpy hedgehog with spiky tealish mohawk. And who wouldn't love that?

-Nu încă, ah! Uite-o! ("Not yet,ah! There she is") Sabrina exclaimed, getting up to hug you and leaving the smoking tea cup by the window.

"Hello." You said ,voice grungy and eyes shut from the light.

You felt the warm hands of your Arabic friend on your face filled with moles and couple of marks from recently popped pimples, you let yourself be engrossed into it ,the touch starvation you carry like a cross chosing for you.

You hear her laugh, she always had a pretty laugh and a prettier smile . She was the beauty of the group, with big puffy sand yellow curls, brown skin with red undertones and black eyes who glow in pure happiness. She was stunning and a sweetheart with an obsession on the colour red and butterflies.

"Someone is needy." Ace teased.

"Shut up or I will staple those hair triangles on your scalp. "

You wanted to say something better but Sabrina then started massaging your lower face in a circular manner with her thumb. You knew you couldn't do anything anymore except melt.

-Anyway ,unde e Sergiu? ("Anyway, where is Sergiu?")

-Ți-o făcut ceai, cane e pervaz. S-o dus până sus să o ajute pe Florentina.("He made you tea, the cup is on the windowsill. He went upstairs to help Florentina.") He said, taking another sip of his cup.

-Ooooh, Florentina. You two began as Ace shook his head in amusement.

You and Sabrina were known to be ruthless in your teasing of the guitarist with long brown locks and beard.

Florentina was a crush of his, a freshman in the University of Arts who played the violin beautifully. Small,with olive skin, long red hair keept in a 1960s hairstyle and green petite with a triangular shaped face. She was a sweetie with a love for fantasy book ,autumn and ferrets.

-Oh, yeah?

-Dup, iubitul ei se mută cu ea. ("Yup, her boyfriend moves in with her")

-Oh.

Ace sucked in his lip ,his face filled with disappointment just like theirs now.

-That sucks.

-Numai spune,Sabrina.("You don't say,Sabrina")

Just then, the door clicked shut. Sergiu is back, this will be awkward.

-Ce vă uitați așa la mine?("Why are you looking at me like that?")

Neither of them could properly looked into the warm brown eyes of the man whose glow seemed to fade a bit, Sergiu was a stubborn man who shut his feelings deep inside, only through his song you could tell he was suffering. Just like you, I suppose.

-Am auzit...("We heard...")

You bit your lips as your long fingers played with each other, twisting and tugging while your nerves grew. Last thing you wanted was another fight where you all force the man to open up. He had suicidal tendencies, sometimes he came too close to actually do it but you were there and you needed to be there now too, even if he doesn't like being taking care of.

Sergiu rolled his eyes at you, his heart hurt from how rigid your posture was, eyes were worried about him but also scared, teeth grinding themselves not out of anger but out of care and fear.

He knew you hated arguments and shouts with dying passion. You always cried when someone raised their voice in less than friendly manner, you hated this reaction of complete terror, you hated looking weak but now you hated letting your friend burn himself because of an unfortunate love triangle. So you swallowed your nerves and braved on, it's about him ,not you.

Sergiu wanted to protect you all from this negativity, especially you and Ace. You had a big event to organise , Ace's sex reassignment surgery is coming up soon. You both have your own problems to dwell ,you didn't need to have him as one too.

However somewhere in his head, a voice telling him that he was wrong ,that voice that took the shape of you in the night of July.

You were crying, your grey hoodie wet from the rain as you cling desperately to him, not daring to move.

He was the reason why you crying, why you yelled profanities our of worry for what he was about to do. He...He tried to throw himself off a bridge ,the same bridge you two first shared your kiss.

That dark episode still irked your minds in the darker moments, late in the night nothing but your mind to keep you company and that's torture in itself.

You thought you could help him, change whatever hurts him and make it go away. That was your biggest mistake, you can't change a person that's not your duty , your duty was to support them through tough times and help them see the light at the end of the dark tunnel. A duty you solemnly swore to uphold even if he didn't liked you to. There's no fucking way you let him do that again,not if you can be there for him. Like he was always there for you, your big guardian with a guitar that spews flames in shape of songs.

-Y/n..

-Te rog, Sergiu. Nu ascunde. ("Please, Sergiu. Don't hide.")

Your eyes were desperate for him to talk it out in any shape or form. They implore for him to vent, to not hid between fake lies like " I am okay" or "I'm fine."

-Bine,bine. Tu ești șefa. ("Fine,fine. You're the boss.")

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They talked and talked and cried and laughed and cried again. A never ending circle of venting ,small earthquakes which instead of fracturing the friendship , it onlyakes it stronger as it should.

-Te simți mai bine?("You feeling better?") Your voice ran timidly on the top of your apartment building, watching over the brutalist styled architecture.

-Un pic, doare știi dar asta îmi arată cât de îndrăgostit sunt de ea. Iubirea adevărată pentru mine nu se referă doar la a iubi doar dacă te iubește reciproc, nu , să iubești fără să forțezi persoană să te iubească înapoi. Să îi porți de grijă, să o protejezi, să o ajuți fără să fi un egoist, fără să te aștepți să fi iubit înapoi. ("A little, it hurts you know but this shows how much I love her. True love for me doesn't mean to love just so they will love you back, no, to love someone without forcing them to love you back. To care for them, to protect them, to help them without being an egotistic, to love without expecting to be loved back.")

-Poetic.

He laughed at that , starring at the setting sun ,his lit cigar forgotten fumed between his painted fingers. His hair blown gently by the wind , he looked like a masterpiece.

-Scuze..pentru tot.("Sorry...for everything. ")

-N-ai de ce. Mi-ai făcut chec până la urmă așa că balanța eternă este restabilită.("You don't have a reason to be. You made me chek in the end and thus the eternal balance is restored.") You joked, munching quietly on the piece of cake, his jacket keeping you warm.

-Haha. Cine ar fi crezut că checul are fi o gustare bună când îți dai vent.("Haha. Who would have thought that chek will be a good snack when you vent.")

Indeed, who would have thought of that but one who cried in the sore days filled with heart ache.

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Hey,guys!💖

Hope you like the third part of the serie, I wanted to focus on "your life" and your friends backgrounds this time. The translations are not 100% word to word but enought to give you context.

Anyway, I hope you like it. Stay safe!

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Sky Full Of Stars - CH01

Sequel to Something Just Like This

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: He’s Dean Winchester, ex mobster boss, still a little cocky, less ruthless and not at all short tempered anymore. Instead, he thinks he’s hilarious (she doesn’t agree, though). They both try to live a quiet life. And Dean hopes, very hard, that his former life won’t come knocking at their door.

Warnings: Mostly fluff, a little implied smut and a dash of angst for good measure.

WC: 2111

A/N: This is it. This is the start to the life after. I hope you enjoy reading. 

SERIES MASTERLIST

They had stayed the weekend in the house and moved in a week later, but Dean didn’t sell his building, and didn't rent out his apartment either. Although he wanted to get out of his former life, the apartment worked as a stepping stone to where he is now. He couldn’t part from it, no matter how hard he might have wanted to (which is not very hard, he has to admit). 

Y/N said he’s too sentimental and yeah, maybe he is. After all, the great thing they have now, the love that built throughout their relationship, it all started in that very apartment, and he likes to keep it as a memento, finds some kind of weird solace in it, which she thinks it’s creepy, but she doesn’t protest, because he knows for a fact that she thinks the same. So, he guesses, that they’re both creeps in a way. It takes one to know one. It takes one to love one, either. 

He also reckons that they could use it as a city resident. Not that he has any business in the city anymore, wouldn’t even want to anyway, but he never knows, right? It certainly doesn’t hurt him in any way, shape or form to keep the building — and the apartment for that matter — so he leaves everything as it is. He didn’t change anything in the papers either, just to be extra sure for when his old life comes knocking. 

Dean has to make sure to not leave any trails, because even if he’s out, there are still people who are butthurt he screwed them over (even though they all deserved it) and who knows when they’ll realize it and would come after him. Better safe than sorry and Dean needs to always be a step ahead. That’s how he got here in the first place. 

He likes to have control over his life. Feels the need to control every aspect of it, and it scares him shitless that even though he made it this far, there are things that are out of his control. Like Y/N for example, or the baby. It frightens him as much as it reassures him. It’s weird, he knows, but he has no control over his own feelings either, not when he’s with her.

The new house is bought and registered under the name of the trust fund he set up a couple of days before he bought it. Nobody knows about it, not even Sam, although Sammy would give him hell if he knew because he’d be bummed Dean didn’t go to him in the first place but Dean couldn’t take that chance. There’s always a possibility that someone will come knocking and he’d rather Sam doesn’t know about anything at all. He’d rather, if worse come to worst, Sammy wouldn’t have to decide over his own life or Dean’s.

He had also made sure that the new house has proper security. It’s weird, Dean thinks. Even though he wants to leave his old life behind, it sticks like gum to the soles of his shoes. There’s no way that he’s going to shake it off completely, so the best thing he can do is to look forward and work with the means he has. It’s crazy what money can buy and Dean’s not shying away from using it because if he wouldn’t use it for that what’s really the point of having so much. They really don’t need a lot to get by. Dean has more money than he’ll ever be needing.

Now, with a baby on its way, Dean thinks about his future more thoroughly. Occasionally wondering what he will tell his kid once it’s old enough to ask questions. Questions on how they met (that one is easy: a bar, she was a barmaid, he was a regular customer), questions of what he does for a living (that one is a little harder to answer), why they both don’t work (Dean hopes that by that time his child could question that, he and Y/N would both be working again, not really what he did before, but just something to pass the time). They take it one day at a time though. He’s anxious enough as it is at the moment. 

One thing that Dean never thought that he would get, though, is a dog. Never in a million years. Well, to be fair, he also never thought that he’d be getting a cat and ended up with two at one point. They adopted a puppy. A Belgian Shepherd, because Dean had the protection of his family in mind, too. The dog is loyal right from the start and he’s actually Dean’s dog, like Bubbles is her cat. 

Dean’s the one who takes care of the dog, goes out for walks, trains him, goes to obedience school, picks up his poo, feeds him. But even if Dean is the one who’s doing all of this, the dog still likes Y/N more because he goes to her for cuddles. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong, seriously. Dean gets it though, she’s his favorite person too, doesn’t blame the animals for one bit, is only a little annoyed when they’re all lying on the sofa cuddling and there’s no room left for him.

Maybe though, maybe he should not let Y/N name the animals around this house anymore either. For some unknown reasons, she started to call him Truffles and the dog fucking listened to her. Dean tried to counter it with Hulk but all he got from the dog was a glare and if the dog could raise an eyebrow, he would have. It is not really fucking fair but he get what he gets, right?

She joked once that Truffles is somehow like Dean. All tough and angry looking on the outside but deep down, he’s just a cinnamon roll. Dean doesn’t agree. 

So now, they are living in a house with Bubbles and Truffles and there’s a baby on its way. If five years ago, someone would have told him that his future would look like this, he’d be laughing them straight in the face, maybe beat them up for talking bullshit, just because he could. Joke’s on him.

Y/N’s working in her art room since she woke up this morning. She’s finished with painting the walls and is now decorating and maybe she’s already painting something. He wouldn’t know, because he hasn’t seen her since they woke up together. Hasn’t seen her since he made her come on his cock and they took a shower together after. The carpenter showed up while he was still showering and he had to get out quick and left her behind. 

They are exchanging the flooring of their terrace and now Dean’s helping him because it’s faster that way. 

Dean walked around on the terrace three days ago but then he took a step on rotten wood, which saw his leg being eaten up by the flooring. Y/N had to come help him out but of course not without taking a picture first. She had to take a couple too because her hands were shaking from all the laughing. It’s her home screen now and he hates it. 

So, he had to call in a carpenter because if Dean has to do all of that on his own either, he’ll never be finished on time. And by on time, he means by the time the baby comes, which according to google MD should be next Spring but he’d rather have everything in place already before Winter arrives.

They don’t know the exact due date because they haven’t been in for an ultrasound yet, it would be too early to see anything now, she told him, but she has made an appointment in two weeks time, so they’re both pretty excited for that. Excited might not be the right word. Panicked, terrified, frightened might fit better.

He heard a lot about morning sicknesses and he thought that she’d have it too at first because she felt nauseous to the point that she has to throw up the vitamins she’s been taking since she knew about the pregnancy. Turns out, she should maybe not have taken them on an empty stomach. Lessons learned. 

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They’re at her OB/GYN, which was a recommendation from Anna, and Dean walks around in the tiny space while she lies there and waits for the doctor to arrive. 

There’s a big poster hanging on a wall where they show the different stages of pregnancy and Dean’s looking at that. When he reaches the last stage, he starts to sweat even more, feels a little light headed and maybe he feels nauseous too, wouldn’t want to admit it though, so he swallows down his feelings.

He’s nervous, and was sweating bullets already on his way here. Y/N had to hold his hand the whole time while he drove. And it’s stupid, really. He’s a big guy, a big bad guy, and he really shouldn’t be nervous about an ultrasound, right? Right.

“Dean,” 

“Huh?” He blinks awake from his daydream. Or is it called daymares? Because he didn’t have one good thought when he zoned out.

“My god, I have been calling you twice already.”

“‘M sorry,” He mumbles and walks over to her, sits on the stool next to the examination bed. She takes his hand, squeezes it and he leans down, kisses her forehead, “Just really nervous.”

“I should be nervous. They will ram a dick shaped ultrasound stick into my pussy not yours.”

“They what?” Dean braces his elbows on the examination bed, his hand still holding hers. “I thought the ultrasound will be made on your belly,” Because he remembers seeing pictures and videos of women with big belly’s getting gels applied on their stomach.

“Yeah, I thought so too.” Y/N says, “But they informed me after I gave them my pee example.”

“Aw, I’m sorry,” Dean chuckles, it’s hard not to, but then he leans over to peck her lips.

“I’d rather get dicked down by your cock than an ultrasound stick, to be honest.”

Dean snorts out a laugh because at the exact moment she said it, the doctor opens the door to the room and steps in.

The doctor explains everything to them and now Dean’s even more nervous as he sits with her, his hands are sweating and he feels little droplets of sweats on his forehead, is afraid to brush at them because the doctor would think that he’s a fucking wimp.  

Finally the time comes where the doctor sticks the stick up her vagina and she flinches, while Dean tries to ease out the crease between her eyebrows with the pad of his thumb. Dean should not get aroused by the thought of something dick shaped going into her, but he does, which is really absolutely stupid and immature of him.

They both have their eyes on the screen but all they see is black and occasionally there’s a white blotch. The doctor goes deeper and Y/N flinches again while Dean tries to think of something super unsexy.

“There you go,” The doctor smirks and Dean squints his eyes, tries to make out fucking something. 

And then it hits him like a freight train because the doctor turns up the speaker volume and Dean not only sees it, but also hears it. A nervous thudding sound. The same pace as that white little thing flickering on the screen.

“That’s your baby’s heartbeat.” The doctor says and Dean thinks he’s never heard a sentence more beautiful than this one, maybe except when Y/N’s begging for him to spank her harder, or to choke her or all the things she says in bed, really. But this sentence, uttered from a complete stranger right now, is a whole other level of beautiful. It fills him with pride, with joy, with something he classifies as hope.

Y/N’s tears pool around at the corner of her eyes and it runs down the side of her face, over her cheeks. Dean brushes it away with his thumb, and she looks at him then. There’s a smile on her face but also he can see that she’s scared because it makes everything more real now with knowing that there’s another heart beating below her own. 

He’s teary too, can’t hide it anymore but doesn’t want to cry in a doctor's office though, so he swallows it down, kisses her instead, makes his face wet with her tears to cover his own. 

CH02

[jawritter]

Promised

Chapter 6

**Series Warnings!! ** ABO dynamics! Smut, unprotected smut, knotting, claiming, mating, heat, rut, language, overly protective Jensen, age gap! 19-year-old reader, 41-year-old Jensen, virgin reader, loss of virginity, sort of an arranged marriage, hint at possible mob type settings.

Story Description:

In a world where your presentation can be a blessing or a curse, a newly presented Omega will come face to face with the harsh reality of Alphas, Omegas, and pack alliances that are expected to be upheld with the union of your two families…

A/N: Pt.6!!! Please don’t copy my stuff! Feedback is welcomed! If you want to be added to the series tag list, or just my tag list in general let me know! Cross-posted on Wattpad! Hope you enjoy it!! This is my first ABO series so be nice lmao!

Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Jared x Jensen, Jared x Gen, Gen x Jensen, Jared x reader, Gen x reader.

Word Count: 2881

Standing in the bedroom, gathering up your nerves, you heard Jensen greet Jared, and what sounded like another woman.

He hadn’t told you that you had to stay in the bedroom, so you assumed that it was okay to come out. You stood there for a moment, trying to decide what would be the proper protocol in a situation like this.

That’s when it hit you, ‘protocol’, you were you really standing here alone in a bedroom, arguing with yourself over protocol? Jesus this was your fucking house too! You lived here now! Your mother moved freely around your house back home, your father didn’t seem to mind. When the men wanted to talk in private they would always go into the office and close the door. Now that was one place you remember no one was allowed unless invited.

Opening the door and walking out carefully after you made sure your outfit was back in place, you made your way slowly to where you could see the two people you didn’t know standing around the bar in the kitchen. An overly tall man that was very thin with longish hair and a woman who you honestly could not tell whether she was short, or just surrounded by tall Alpha men, making her look short.

Jensen smiled in your direction, causing the two to turn around and face you. The woman had small almost native American/ possibly Hispanic type features with dark hair. You were assuming by the claiming mark on her neck that she was the tall Alpha’s Omega…

“There you are sweetheart, I was about to send a search party!” Jensen jokingly said, coming around the bar toward you; wrapping his arm around your waist, leading you into the kitchen.

“Jared, Gen, this is Y/N, my Omega, Y/N this is Jared, and Gen his Omega,” he said stopping with you a few feet from Jared and Gen.

They both greeted you warmly.

“Jesus Jensen, did you adopt?” Jared said jokingly. 

You hadn’t realized that the contrast in age between you and Jensen was that noticeable, but that remark, although obviously made jokingly, made you really self-conscious, and you could tell that Jensen had stiffened next to you.

“She’s my True Mate Jared... “ 

Jared interjected quickly before Jensen could get angry.

“Easy man, I was just joking!! Maybe I should have been more clear. I was trying to imply she made you look bad! I’m sorry Y/N I wasn’t trying to be rude!”

“It’s okay Jared,” you said a little tightly.

“You will learn the more your around this overgrown sasquatch that he tends to try to joke and puts his foot in his mouth,” Gen said, giving her Alpha an annoyed look.

“He’s a big baby though, he really means no harm,” she said with a laugh, elbowing Jared in the ribs playfully. 

You watched the interaction with curiosity. You had never seen an Omega make a joke at her Alpha’s expense like that and just walk away unscathed.

The Omegas in your clan back home were taught to walk one step behind their Alpha with their heads down. Only speaking when spoken to, giving the Alpha the utmost respect at all times. Honoring him with your silence and obedience.

“What are you two up to anyway?” Jensen asked, relaxing once again and letting go of you, to walk by Gen, messing up her hair as he went like an older brother would do to her little sister. 

Gen called him a “Jackass” and stuck her tongue out at him while fixing her hair. Jared laughed at Gen now that she looked ridiculous.

You where shocked Jared wasn’t angry that Jensen had just touched his Omega, and you didn’t know how to feel about Jensen touching Gen to be honest… She was beautiful and more his age…. Even if she was already claimed it made your heart hurt.

“Clif told us you were flying in today, I figured the two of you would still be honeymoon stage of your claim so you really wouldn’t want to fix dinner, so I made you guys some and brought it over,” Gen said. 

That’s when you noticed the food containers on the counter for the first time.

You were still stuck on the amount of freedom Gen seemed to have amongst the Alpha’s in her presents to notice it when you first came into the kitchen.

You made your way over to Jensen, who quickly wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body as close his as humanly possible.

“Thanks Gen, we appreciate that,” 

He had an impish grin on his face that made your stomach quiver for some reason. Jared seemed to take the hint.

“Oh sweetheart, maybe we should give these two love birds their space,” he said with a grin on his face. “I think we might have interrupted something, and we don’t want to make a newly mated Alpha angry at us.”

Jensen through his head back and laughed. 

“Well, if you would have been five minutes later you would have gotten an eye full.”

You couldn’t help your mouth dropping at the casual way he was talking about something like that with another Alpha. Jared noticed the expression on your face though, and chuckled, grabbing Gen by the hand before he started pulling her towards the door.

“Come on babe, I think If we stay Jensen going to end up with himself in the dog house for disclosing too much information.”

Jensen walked out Jared and Gen, before locking the door, and coming back to where you were standing in the kitchen waiting.

“I know that was probably a little uh.. strange.. to you, but around here we don’t dominate over our Omegas. Like I told you, your allowed to have your own thoughts and opinions. I don’t expect you to walk one step behind me with you head down like you were raised to.” Jensen said, making his way over to you cautiously like he was afraid you’d snap… 

‘Did you look that mad?’ you wondered ideally to yourself.

“It… It is strange…. I didn’t realize there was a different way to live… I really do not even know how to act, and I didn’t even realize it until I saw the way the three of you acted with each other. I don’t know how to conduct myself in a way that you find executable. I don’t know what is socially permissible. I don’t know anything.”

You stood there in your state of confusion, with your face in your hands until you felt Jensen’s arms pull tight around you. Pulling close to his chest. His scent coming off of him in calming waves.

“I know, I know this is all confusing, I know the way they expected you to act, and honestly I find it disgusting the way they expect Omegas to just follow behind their Alphas like trained dogs. Your not going to find that with me. You have your freedom to do, say, and feel whatever you want with me. That’s part of the reason I didn’t want you to go back to your parents. It’s not normal to live the way Y/N. I didn’t realize it was wrong until I was allowed to go out on my own and start my career. Much to my dad’s disliking. The golden child refused to take the ‘family business’ over. I told him I’d continue on with the arranged union between families to keep the peace, but I’m not taking over for him. That was before I knew you were my True Mate.”

Putting his finger under your chin, lifting your face to his so that you were looking at his soft green eyes. There was more emotion there than you could have ever expected.

“I knew the night of your birthday party that you were, and you had not  even presented yet. I knew I had to get you away from there. Thank God you had presented that night, and I was able to get you out of there without starting a damn family feud. You don’t have to live that way ever again Y/N.”

You stood there in stunned silence, you didn’t know what to do… So you did the only thing you could think to do.

Reaching up slowly you put your hand behind his neck and brought his lips down to meet yours. He kissed you back without hesitation. Quickly dominating your tongue with his. A fire lit somewhere deep down in your vanes. Burning through your body like a fire burning the grass away from the African plains after an electrical storm. One small spark had turned into a roaring fire down inside of you.

His scent surrounded you, filling your very being, reaching down, and touching your very soul.

Jensen reached down without breaking your kiss and grabbed your legs. Bringing them up to wrap around his waist, a pronounced bulge already forming in his pants, creating a delicious amount of friction against your throbbing core as he carried you to the bedroom and tossed you down on the bed; Covering your body with his as soon as your back hits the mattress.

“I say we take up where we left off before we were so rudely interrupted,” he growled against you lips.

His voice sends a wave of slick to pool into your panties, soaking them through.

“Fuck Omega, you smell so fucking good. Been holding back with you, didn’t want to scare you, but I want to knot you so bad baby.”

A gasp left your lips as his teeth grazed over your claiming mark, causing a violent shiver to run through your body as even more slick pooled in your underwear.

“Alpha!” you whimpered needly against his kisses. 

You didn't even recognize your own voice at this point, giving yourself over completely to your instincts. Letting your biology do what you should have done the night he claimed you.

A purr fell from deep down in his chest as he licked and sucked from your jawline down to your ear, pulling your earlobe gently between his perfect white teeth.

“What is it that you want Omega? Tell me what you want.” his voice was a husky whisper in your ear, pulling the air completely out of your lungs for moment.

“I want you to knot me Alpha. Make me yours all over again.”

You didn’t really know where your words were coming from. You wondered a little if they even made sense because you had never talked dirty with anyone before.

You didn’t have to wonder long though. Sitting up, a growl falling from his perfect lips. Jensen ripped your shirt clean off your body. Making quick work of your clothes. Throwing them randomly across the room before shedding his own in like manner.

Sitting back on his heels admiring you from above you. His thick cock standing fully erect against his stomach. A bead of precum already forming at the head. The ring around his base where his knot was beginning to form so red it was almost purple.

It was the first time either of you had seen the other fully naked without being in a heat-induced hurry. He was amazing. More than you ever thought a man could be. Not even in your deepest, darkest imaginations.

Slick slipping down your thigh in preparations for the Alpha kneeling above you.

Jensen’s cocked his head to the side slightly. His tongue just visible between his teeth as he took in the sight underneath him. Running a finger lightly between your breast, through your cleavage, and then back up again. His cock pulsing against him.

“So beautiful Omega.. And all mine,” he said, his voice is deeper than you ever remember hearing it. His eyes almost black with lust as he looked over you.

“All yours Alpha.”

As soon as the words where out of your mouth he was on you. Kissing and licking every inch of skin he could reach. His teeth grazing over your hard nipples on each of your breast. Causing a wantoned moan to escape your lips. Pulling each nipple into his mouth his tongue swirling around them as he sucked at them lightly, causing slick to drip from you. 

You were certain you had never been this wet before in your entire life and wondered if it was normal, but you decided not to worry, and just enjoy what Jensen was doing to you right now. That’s what mattered. You and your Alpha.

Grazing his teeth over the skin of your stomach as he moved down your body, causing little bumps to raise all over your skin as he went. Stopping just above your core. Kissing his way up and down your thighs from your knees to your hips. Leaving little love bites along the way.

“You smell so good Omega, I wonder if you taste as good as you smell.”

That was the only warning you got before his mouth locked around our throbbing clit, causing you to moan his title like a desperate dying person. You had never felt anything like it. His tongue, his teeth, his mouth was mind-blowing, and it only took him seconds to have you writhing underneath him. A coil tightening painfully tight somewhere deep down in your stomach. Ready to spring free.

“Alpha,” you managed to say breathlessly, trying to warn him at how close you were.

“Let go Omega, let me taste you, give me everything you got,” he said before his face was buried back into your leaking cunt again. 

One more lick of your clit and you went crashing over the edge. Head falling back against the pillow as you grabbed hold of his hair tightly. A growl leaving his lips as your hips bucked against him on their own. He slowed his administrations. Lapping up everything you had to give him like a starving man.

When you finally had control over your body again he crawled back up your body purring. Licking and nipping his way back up to your neck.

“You taste so good Omega, so sweet,” he said, his teeth grazing over your claiming mark before his lips collided with you. Giving you a taste of yourself still on his tongue. A desperate moan leaving your lips against his.

“Please Alpha, I need you,” you said when he pulled away from you.

“You want me to knot you pretty little Omega. Make you mine all over again. Fill that pretty little pussy up with my cum until it’s dripping out of you?”

You were virtually panting under him at this point.

“Please Alpha!” you begged against his lips.

Without warning, he slammed his hips into yours. Your slick making it easy for him to fully slide home in one trust. The tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but pleasurable. A scream and a moan mingled together left your lips.

Kissing you deeply stealing your breath again. Making you dizzy against his lips. Giving you a moment to adjust before he pulled out almost all the way and then slammed back into you. Picking up the pace with each thrust of his powerful hips. His thick cock dragging against your fluttering walls. Hitting that place deep inside of you that only your Alpha could reach.

Before long Jensen was pounding into you at a brutal pace. Both of you a moaning mess of tangled limbs. Pulling out of you without warning Jensen flips you over on your stomach and pulls you up on your knees before slamming back into you. Picking up his pace even faster. Groans and growls leaving his chest as he slammed into you. Pounding you closer and closer to the edge until you were literally hanging on by a thread.

His thick knot starting to swell and catch at your entrance with each thrust, making it harder and harder for him to thrust into you. Filling you like he never had before.

“Alpha I’m so close!” you half moan, your face pressed into the mattress as he drilled into you.

“I know Omega me to. Cum for me sweetheart I need to feel you cum for me.”

On his command, you fell over the edge again. Moaning his name like a prayer as your walls milked his throbbing length.

Jensen shoved as hard as he could one more thrust. Locking his knot deep inside of you as he spilled into you. Floating your belly with his cum. He thrust into you as best as he could with your bodies locked together. Helping you both ride out your high.

Finally, when you were both coming down he laid you down gently on your sides. Pulling you close to his chest. His knot locking your bodies close together. His body still spilling into yours. Cum seeping out from inside of you.

Jensen was purring against you. Playing with your hair.

“You okay sweetheart?” he said, his voice is soft. His lips kissing your neck softly.

“Mmmhhhmm. Better than okay,” you said, nuzzling against him the best you could with your bodies locked together.”

“Sleep Omega. We’re home now.” Jensen said. Nuzzling into your neck as sleep overtook you.

For the first time in your life, you felt safe wrapped in your Alpha’s arms.

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A/N - and another chapter is up! I’m sorry I haven’t updated in a bit. I’m getting closer and closer to the end of my final basketball season so life has been kind of crazy with all of the things I’ve had to worry about and deal with. thank you everyone for being so kind and understanding! I hope to be back to a normal updating schedule sometime soon! anyways, I hope you all enjoy this chapter and I made sure to include some Bill and Y/N moments because they are so cute🥺

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Y/N was quiet the next day as her and the boys biked their way through Derry. Her head was obviously in the clouds and whether that was a good thing or a bad thing was still up for debate.

She hadn't been able to stop thinking about her parents since the phone call the day before. Not even Stanley's comfort or Bill's words from the day before were able to make her feel better and she was left with a blank and almost sad look on her face wherever she went.

But now, her mood had gotten even worse. With her parents still on the back of her mind, Y/N had started to worry for Beverly, the red head having called their house earlier that morning to tell the cousins that she needed them and the others over to her house as soon as possible. She had been in a rush, a hint of panic in her tone, before she had hung up the phone leaving the Uris cousins to glance at each other before bolting outside and to Stan's bike as they were off on their way to find their friends.

Now all Y/N could think about was that she hoped Beverly was okay. She didn't know what had happened or if her new friend was okay and that was all enough to have her mind drifting away as she got consumed by her thoughts.

Not even Stan and Eddie bickering at each other as Eddie complained about having to come to the edge of town was enough to make Y/N snap out of her thoughts and no one but Bill seemed to notice. He frowned slightly as he kept glancing at the girl, desperately wanting to see that smile of hers once again instead of the distant look in her eyes.

The painfully long bike ride finally came to an end once the group reached the address Beverly had given them and Y/N seemed to snap awake at that, giving her cousin a small squeeze on the shoulder in thanks before hopping off. She was quick to flatten her white shirt that had orange and blue stripes across it before wiping the excess sweat from her hands into her jean shorts as she let her eyes flicker over the building before her.

It wasn't until she felt someone's presence beside her that the girl snapped out of her thoughts once again and she looked to her right to see that Bill was standing beside her. He snuck a glance in her direction only to find her looking at him and he gave her a small look before whispering, "Are you okay?"

Y/N's mouth opened to respond but she never got to because Beverly came running down the fire escape and over to the group. The young girl quickly turned her head to look at the red head and let out a small sigh of relief once she saw that Beverly was unharmed. However, the look of pure panic on Beverly's face was enough to make Y/N hesitate in greeting the girl.

"I-I need to show you something," Beverly rushed out as she came to a stop in front of the group, her eyes flickering over them almost expectantly as she nervously bounced on the balls of her feet.

"What is it?" Ben asked, his eyes filled with concern for the girl.

"More than we saw at the quarry?" Richie asked, snickering softly to himself at his joke and making Y/N scowl at him.

"Shut up! Just shut up, Richie," Eddie demanded and Y/N couldn't help but let out a laugh, the sound making the others all perk up seeing as Y/N hadn't even made a sound since they met up with her this morning. Eddie smiled proudly at the fact that he had made Y/N laugh and sent Richie a victorious smirk while the boy merely made a face back at him.

"My dad will kill me if he finds out I had boys in the apartment," Beverly muttered, ignoring Richie's comment and gaining everyone's attention once again.

"W-W-We'll leave a lookout," Bill suggested before looking back at his friends. He only had to think about it for a second before he pointed at Richie and said, "Now Richie, s-s-stay here."

Before Richie could even blink, the others had all started running after Beverly as they began to make their way up the fire escape. Richie's mouth fell open in shock and he held his arms out in disbelief. "Woah, woah, woah, what if her dad comes back?" he asked.

"Do what you always do," Stan said as he and Y/N looked back at the boy. The two cousins shared a look before looking at Richie and saying in unison, "Start talking."

Richie watched as the two cousins then turned and began to climb up the fire escape after the others before he sighed and called out, "It is a gift."

Y/N smiled softly at that and looked back at Richie before she turned her attention back to the task at hand. Before she knew it, she was in Beverly's apartment standing at the end of a hallway with a door on the opposite end.

Beverly was staring at it almost hauntingly and she gulped before glancing at the others and nodded her head towards the door, "In there."

"What is it?" Stan asked almost immediately as he took a step towards his cousin in almost a protective way while she locked eyes with Bill, the two gulping slightly and looking back towards the door. They didn't even realize they had shuffled closer to each other ever so slightly, their arms brushing against each other.

"You'll see," Beverly whispered before she began to walk forwards, the other slowly following behind her.

Eddie nervously fiddled with fingers as he began to ramble, "Great, you're taking us to your bathroom. I just want you to know that 89% of the worse accidents in homes occur in bathrooms and-and-and that's where all the bacteria and fungi are. . .and it's not a very sanitary place for. . ."

By then they had reached the bathroom and Eddie's words fell on deaf ears as Bill pushed the door open, the wood creaking as they locked eyes on the bathroom before them which seemed to be covered in every crook and cranny with blood.

"I knew it!" Eddie shuddered and gagged, having known the bathroom had to be gross in some way.

"Do you see it?" Beverly asked while Y/N just stared at the bathroom with wide eyes.

Y/N hadn't even realized she had grabbed onto Bill's arm in shock, the two both taking in the view in front of them with pure shock and horror on their faces.

"Yes," Eddie muttered although him and the others all wished they couldn't.

"What happened in here?" Stan asked, almost afraid to ask the question.

"My dad couldn't see it," Beverly replied, a confused yet relieved look on her face as she glanced back at the group. "I thought I might be crazy."

"Well if you're crazy, then we're all crazy," Ben breathed out and it was in that moment that Y/N wished she had stayed outside with Richie.

"We c-c-c-can't leave it like this," Bill decided before he hesitantly took a step inside the bathroom, Y/N's arm falling back down to her side as he did.

Y/N and Stan looked to each other appalled before both shuddering and glancing back at the bathroom. With heavy sighs, the two went back walked into the bathroom.

The sooner they got to cleaning, the faster they would get out of there.

It was an awkward silence as the kids worked on cleaning the bathroom up, each of them having to force themselves not to gag as the paper towels they used got soaked with the blood and the pails of water  turned a dark red.

Luckily the blood was enough to distract her from her home life and her parents didn't even come across her mind once as she worked. But Y/N had to softly hum to herself in order to keep herself from freaking out. She didn't quite understand how something like this could happen, let alone how this much blood could get into one room.

It took forever for them to clean the blood up and Y/N was honestly quite surprised that Richie hadn't come up to yell at them yet or that Beverly's father hadn't come home. It must've been their lucky day, which if Y/N really thought about it, it was probably the opposite since they were cleaning up blood.

Eventually Y/N and Bill were the last ones in the bathroom, the two pitching the bloody water down the tub drain while the others went to throw away the trash bags and put things away. The two were silent as they worked and Bill kept sneaking glances at the girl beside him, watching in a sort of daze as she began to smile ever so slightly. Although, he didn't know it was because she knew he was staring at her.

Bill managed to snap out of it and quickly shook his head and dumped the last of the bloody water down the drain while Y/N turned on the tub to wash it all away. While they did this, Bill suddenly thought of something and glanced at Y/N before saying, "D-D-Do you remember the s-s-summer we first met?"

Y/N let her eyes flicker up to meet the boy's and he was smiling ever so slightly, his cheeks tinged red as he shyly looked away. "You were very shy from what I remember," Y/N said thoughtfully. "I thought you wouldn't talk to me for the whole summer."

Bill frowned a little at that, this not being the direction he wanted the conversation to go in. "But," Y/N began causing the boy to look to her, "we went to the fair, remember? And you were the only one who agreed to go on the Gravitron with me."

Bill smiled slightly at he remembered that moment. Y/N had wanted to go on the ride so bad and no one else had wanted to ride it in fear that they would throw up, but the look in her eyes had been too much and all Bill had wanted to do was keep that smile on her face and had instantly volunteered to ride with her.

"Didn't you puke after that r-r-ride?" Bill teased earning a playful glare from Y/N.

"You promised never to speak about that incident again!" Y/N exclaimed before the two burst into a round of laughter. "But if I remember it correctly, you and I were both puking our guts out in the bushes."

Bill chuckled and nodded his head, "After you seeing me p-p-puke, I don't think I was ever sh-sh-shy around you again."

Y/N let out a small laugh and shook her head as the two reminisced on the past. Their laughter soon died down and the two locked eyes once again as Y/N gave Bill a soft smile. "You know," she said as she took the pail and set it on the ground, "I never did go to a fair again after that."

Bill raised his eyebrows in surprise. "You never went to the Summer Fair after that?" he questioned. "But I thought you l-l-loved it."

"Oh, I did," she assured him.

"Then why'd you stop going?" Bill asked, titling his head curiously.

"You could never come," Y/N said with a small shrug causing the boy to blink in surprise. She glanced at him and sighed at his shocked face before giving him a soft smile once again. "I only had as much fun as I did because you went on all the rides with me. Not even Stanley wanted to ride the same ones as me. Only you. As the years passed, I was never in town at the right time or you were always busy and then eventually I stoped coming back to Derry. So the idea of going back without you, it just never appealed to me I guess. And I haven't been ever since."

Bill was silent as he stared at the girl, still trying to wrap his head around the fact that she hadn't wanted to go without him. Y/N began to grow a little uncomfortable under his silent gaze and was quick to look away, her cheeks turning pink from embarrassment. She went to reach for the pail again only for Bill to speak up.

"It wasn't the same for me either," Bill admitted causing the girl to turn her attention back towards him. He gave her a tiny smile. "The years that I did go and you weren't there were never as fun. I think the only fun time I had was one time when I went with Richie and I won because I hit the target. But there were so many prizes I didn't know which one to choose.”

Y/N chuckled softly at that and leaned against the side of the bathtub before looking at Bill with an amused look on her face. "Well, I'm here for the summer," Y/N pointed out. "We should try and go this year."

Bill's eyes widened slightly and it was like all the air had left his body as he looked at Y/N in shock. "L-L-Like me and you?" Bill whispered.

Y/N gave the boy a confused look as she nodded her head. "Yeah, I mean Stanley's been talking about wanting to go anyways. I wouldn't want to go without you," Y/N said.

Bill almost let a disappointed look flicker across his face, but that sweet smile of the Uris girl had him stopping himself and nodding. For even if the others would be there, at least it would be another chance to be around her, another opportunity to see her smile.

"Yeah, we should do that," Bill agreed making Y/N smile widely. "But you should know, hanging out with us makes you a l-l-loser too."

Y/N smile softened at that and Bill swore he had never seen her eyes sparkle like they did in that moment. "Well then I guess it's a good thing I'm already a loser," she whispered, her words making Bill blush for some odd reason as he stared at her in pure admiration.

"Y/N! Bill!" Stan's voice suddenly called out causing the two to glance down the hallway where Stan's voice was coming from. "Come on! Let's go!"

Y/N and Bill both shared a look before Bill turned to pick up his pail. He was just about to grab it when he was sent stumbling back from the sudden force that hit him when Y/N's arms wrapped around him. Bill could do nothing but blink, his arms out in surprise as he looked down at the girl who was hugging him tightly, her head resting against his chest.

"Thank you for yesterday," Y/N finally whispered. "Thank you for coming to find me."

Bill softened at those words before smiling ever so slightly and quickly wrapping his arms around the girl. He held her tight as he rested his chin on top of her head. "You're welcome," he whispered as steadily as he could.

Bill really hoped Y/N couldn't hear his heartbeat because he was pretty sure it was thumping out of his chest at this point. If she could, she didn't acknowledge it and just let him go before sending him a smile in his direction and picking up her pail.

Bill returned the smile almost instantly and picked his pail up as well before the two began to walk out of the bathroom. Bill glanced over at the girl as they walked and quickly looked away before bumping her ever so slightly. Y/N turned and chuckled softly before bumping him back, the two letting out soft laughter as they walked down the hallway side by side.

Both could only think of one thing as they went to meet back up with the others—that they sure were glad that Y/N was here for the summer.

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"No, I love being your personal doorman. Really. Could you idiots have taken any longer?" Richie complained as he rode in circles around the group who were slowly walking down the street with their bikes.

Y/N had a small skip in her step as she walked beside Stan and her cousin gave her an odd look to which she only responded with a small smile. After all, how could she explain that her sudden mood change was all because of one of Stan's best friends?

"Shut up, Richie," Eddie sighed in exasperation, still grossed out by the events they had just witnessed. It was like his vision was stained with red, the blood still crawling across his skin and getting caked under his fingernails although he knew there was nothing there.

"Yeah, shut up, Richie," Stan agreed, sending his friend a small glare while Richie just made a face at the two.

"Oh okay, trash the trash-mouth, I get it. Hey, I wasn't the one scrubbing the bathroom floor imagining that her sink went all Eddie's mom's vagina on Halloween," Richie argued making Y/N stifle back a laugh as she shook her head at the boy's behavior.

"She didn't imagine," Bill said, his words causing the others to glance in his direction questioningly. Bill slowly came to a stop and the others followed suit, even Richie stopping to listen to his friend who was nervously biting his lip. "I also s-s-saw something too."

"You saw blood, too?" Stan questioned while everyone watched Bill curiously.

"Not blood," Bill said as he gently shook his head. "I saw G-G-Georgie."

Y/N tensed at that, her mind instantly thinking back to the church and how she had seen something that she thought had been her father. This wasn't the same thing, was it?

There was an awkward silence and Y/N shuffled slightly in place before whispering, "I saw something too."

The others all turned to her in surprise, Stan looming to his cousin with wide eyes as he wondered when she could hav experienced something like that.

"It was my father," Y/N whispered, her eyes glazing over as she seemed to be whisked away into the memory of the event. Her hands slowly came up to cradle her body and she shook her so slightly before whispering, "It. . .It just seemed so real. I mean I thought it was my father, but then there was this. . ."

Y/N trailed off and Eddie muttered out, "A clown."

Y/N tensed and her eyes flickered over to Eddie in surprise. He let his eyes lock with hers before gulping and nodding his head, "Yeah, I saw him too."

That statement alone was enough to make Y/N shudder, her eyes flickering over the rest of the group and her stomach dropping at the sight of Ben and Stan nodding their heads in agreement, knowing exactly what they were all talking about.

Richie, however, didn't know what the hell his friends were talking about and gave them all a confused face before adjusting his glasses and asking, " Wait, can only virgins see this stuff? Is that why I'm not seeing this shit?"

"That's obviously not it," Y/N breathed out earning a round of laughter from the others while Richie sent a small glare at the girl.

Richie opened his mouth to through a crude remark in Y/N's way, but was instantly shut up before he could so much as blink. The sound of yelling caused the group to all fall silent as they quickly whipped their heads around in the direction of the yells.

"Oh shit, that's Belch Huggins car," Eddie muttered once Y/N caught sight of a blue car sitting on the side of the road. Y/N frowned at the name, having heard her cousin mention it before but not remembering who he was.

The screams got louder and Y/N could tell that it wasn't good so she went to take a step forward, her heart pounding in her chest at the thought of someone getting hurt. However, Eddie was quick to reach out and grab the girl's arm, pulling her back as he looked to his friends and whispered, "We. . .we should probably get outta here."

"Wait," Bill said before they could move, his finger pointing towards something on the side of the road, "isn't that the home schooled kid's bike?"

"Yeah, that's Mike's," Eddie muttered before it seemed to click for them. The sudden realization was enough to make Eddie's grip loosen on Y/N and she took that small second to slip from Eddie's hold before running towards the woods in the direction of the yells.

"Y/N!" Stan yelled while Bill ran past him and after the girl.

"We have to help him!" Y/N exclaimed before disappearing among the trees, Bill not too far behind her. Before Stan could even process what was happening, Beverly and Ben were running after the two leaving Stan, Richie, and Eddie to share a look.

The three let out small sighs and quickly ditched their bikes on the side of the road before running after the others, Y/N already far ahead.

It didn't take long for Y/N to find the source of the yells on the other side of a small stream and her blood began to boil almost instantly at the sight of three boys shoving a kid's face into what looked to be a bunch of raw meat.

"Eat that meat! Eat it, bitch!"

"Eat it, you little fucker!"

"Get up!”

Before Y/N could process what was happening, the boy tried to stand up only for one of the older boys to kick him square in the face. The boy fell to the ground and Y/N didn't know what came over her, but she was suddenly grabbing a rock from the ground and chucking it as hard as she could across the stream, instantly hitting the side of the older boy's head and drawing blood.

"Fuck!" the boy yelled before him and his friends quickly turned to see Y/N standing there practically practically shaking in anger.

Bill was by her side in a second and his eyes were wide as he looked to Y/N in pure adoration and whispered, "Sh-Sh-Shit, nice throw."

Y/N blushed and smirked slightly as she whispered back, "Thanks."

"Fuck! You just hit Henry Bowers!" Richie whisper yelled as he came up behind the two, the others right behind him.

Henry Bowers? Why did that name sound familiar?

Henry's friends were quick to pull him onto his feet while Y/N and the others quickly grabbed as many rocks as they could. Y/N barely had time to glance at the boy who was slowly crawling across the river and over to them, but she sighed in relief once she realized he was okay.

"You losers are trying too hard. Bev will do you. You just gotta ask nicely like I did," Henry announced before putting a hand on his crotch and making a face that made Y/N grimace in disgust. She suddenly remembered where she had heard his name before, having heard quite a number of stories from Stan about the bully.

However, Henry must've seen her face before his eyes were instantly on her and he smirked at her, his eyes shimmering with curiosity as he said, "And by the looks of it, I'm guessing your new play thing knows how to have a good time as well. Maybe I'll have to try her out for myself."

Y/N's eyes widened in pure disbelief and she barely had time to process his words before Bill, who was so red that Y/N swore she saw steam coming from his ears, yelled out in anger and tossed a rock at Henry's head, instantly causing the boy and his friends to jump back.

"The fuck?"

Those words falling from Henry's mouth were enough to have each of the kids sending their rocks at the bullies. Henry and his friends frowned and quickly tried to pick up rocks as they yelled. "Come on, get them!"

"Rock war!" Richie screeched before a rock hit him square in the face, causing him to fall back.

Battle cries left all of the kids' mouths as they began throwing as many rocks as they could. Y/N barely remembered the whole thing since it was just a heat of the moment event, but she knew it didn't last that long and that a few rocks had managed to scrap her, causing her cheek and arm to bleed.

Y/N had never seen her friends as angry as they were right then and their anger paid off, Henry's gang quickly retreating and leaving Henry behind while Y/N and the others began to run away with the satisfaction that they had won.

"Come on," Stan whispered as he quickly helped the homeschooler, Mike, up before they ran away with Beverly, Ben, Eddie, and Bill. This left Richie and Y/N staring at Henry in pure anger as they breathed heavily from the other side of the river.

"You just got bitch-slapped, motherfucker!" Y/N cried out while her and Richie chuckled.

"Go to the hell, losers!" Henry cried out making Richie and Y/N raise their eyebrows at him.

"Go blow your dad, you mullet-wearing asshole!" Richie yelled before both him and Y/N flicked the boy off. The two then fist bumped each other before running after their friends, leaving Henry Bowers behind.

Y/N and Richie were laughing and complimenting each other by the time they reached their friends, huge grins on their faces as they first bumped once again. It was then that Y/N caught sight of Mike and she was quick to hurry over to the boy who was trying to catch his breath from where he sat on a rock.

"Hey," Y/N whispered as she bent down in front of the boy. "Are you okay?"

Mike let his eyes flicker up to the girl who he knew was his savior and smiled softly as he nodded. "Yeah. . .yeah, I'll be fine," he assured her. "Thank you. . .”

“Y/N,” she whispered. “Y/N Uris.”

“I’m Mike Hanlon,” Mike said before smiling, “Thank you for what you did back there, Y/N.”

Y/N gave him a small nod in response and stood up before stumbling back slightly, an action that had Bill quickly steadying her from behind. The girl was quick to look back and she smiled slightly at the boy who was frowning as he looked at her cheek.

"You're hurt," he whispered as he gently brought his hand up to her cheek, gently brushing his finger against the skin under her cut so that he wouldn't hurt her.

Y/N blushed under Bill’s touch and shrugged before saying, "I think I'll live."

The corner of Bill's mouth twitched up ever so slightly, but the concern was still evident in his eyes as he stared at the girl. She just gave him a sweet smile before looking around at her friends who were still all trying to recover from what had just happened.

"Come on. Let's head back," she suggested and the others quickly nodded in agreement before they all began to trek back to their bikes, Y/N falling in line beside Bill and not noticing the way her cousin glanced at her a little confused.

"Thanks guys, but you shouldn't have done that, he'll be after you guys too now," Mike finally said as they walked through a small meadow.

"Ah, no no no. Bowers, he's always after us," Eddie assured him from where he was walking beside Stan.

"I guess that's one th-th-thing we all have in common," Bill suggested as he looked to Mike before letting his gaze fall on Y/N, the two sharing a small smile as their arms brushed against each other.

Before he knew it, Y/N's hand was slipping into his, their hands being concealed from the others because of how close they were already walking next to each other. Bill immediately blushed and looked away from Y/N, a shy smile on his face as he looked to the ground.

"Yeah homeschool," Richie called out causing Y/N to glance back at the boy who was trying to hide a smile that she knew was begging to break out.

"Welcome to the Losers' Club."

It was in that moment with Richie's words running through her mind, her new friends by her side, and Bill's hand holding onto her own that Y/N swore she had never felt happier.

And not once did she think about her parents.

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Gifted

Title: Gifted (Sequel to Giftless)

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 42/?

AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: 

Imagine that you are Stark’s niece and you secretly share a strong relationship with Loki since he entered the crew. One day you get hurt so bad during a mission that you are about to die.  Loki knows a spell that will save you and share his immortality with you but you and he will be linked forever sharing thoughts, pain, emotions…

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You were stuck out in the cold for far too long. It took forever for the fire department to clear the tower after the ‘fire’. Fury didn’t want to tell the cops, or the press who had arrived about Balder attacking you.  

When they finally let you back inside, you and Loki tried to sneak in among the crowd. You didn’t want to talk to Fury, Tony, or Bruce. You had a feeling there would be daggers drawn the moment any of them tried to talk to you right now. You weren’t particularly pleased with any of them.  Unfortunately, Fury caught you trying to sneak in. Tony caught Pepper and flung her over his shoulder while Pepper yelped indignantly. Tony was glad that she was ok and wanted to make sure she stayed that way.  “Stop that. You’re not hurt,“ Tony scolded her, worry in his voice. "And if you try to guilt me over your poor cat ears from the fire alarm, and my niece…” Pepper had cat ears, quite a lot of the time as she was learning to control her powers. 

"Geez, Tony. Like I’d do that,” Pepper grumbled. “Now put me down,” she whined.

“Nope. You’re safe where you are,” Tony replied. She stood no chance overpowering Tony, though she could usually keep him in line, except when he was that worried.  Tony was worried now.  

“All of you, Veronica, you too,” Fury signed his words as he spoke. “My office. Now.” He pointed a finger at you. You hadn’t even done anything this time.  “Don’t you even think about disappearing. My office.“ you glared at him and pointed to the tape on your mouth. "We will discuss it in my office. Move your asses,” Fury ordered. You clutched your blanket more firmly around yourself and Loki wrapped a protective arm around your shoulders. Tony led the way to Fury’s office with Pepper still draped over his shoulder.

“Your uncle picked up bad habits from Thor,” Pepper complained. You shrugged miserably. You knew what happened wasn’t your fault, but you still felt bad about it.

“Darling, it is not your fault,” Loki reminded you, sensing your emotions. Fury growled. Loki turned and glared at him. “It is not,” he told Fury firmly. “You cannot blame a victim for being attacked,”

“It’s still her power that caused all of this,” Fury insisted. You heard the hesitation in his voice, though. He just wanted something to be angry with. You filed in to Fury’s office. There were only two chairs besides Fury’s in the room. Veronica got one of them without question. The rest of you had an extremely polite argument of 'no you take the other chair’. “Kat, just take the damn chair,” Fury growled at you when he got tired of the argument. You sank into it, but shrank back from his anger. Fury was about the only one here you wouldn’t and couldn’t stand up to. He had basically been your dad for the last five years you’d lived in the tower. He was also always so loud and drill-sargenty. Loki stood behind your chair, his hands on your shoulders, a reassuring presence.  

“Tony! Put me down!“ Pepper whined. Tony shifted Pepper so she was cradled in Tony’s arms instead of thrown over his shoulder. "This isn’t better,” Pepper grumbled, but hse was purring, so her argument was invalid. You tried really hard not to laugh. You couldn’t laugh properly right now anyway, so it really was best not to try.

“Soldiers,” Fury snapped. You all looked at him again with equal looks of embarrassment and shame. “Report,” he ordered, staring straight at you. You huffed, grabbed his keyboard off his desk, and turned his computer monitor. You typed a lot faster than you signed. So you typed up your report while Fury and the others watched the screen. Loki occasionally added a detail or two. Veronica signed her part of the evening’s events. Fury took in everything that was said. “Kat, I know this isn’t your fault, but this curse is a danger to all of us, especially if Balder can attack you even with Loki’s magic. There’s a solution. No one in this room is going to like it, but I don’t care. You’re all going to agree to it anyway, or Kat will have to spend her time in a detainment room downstairs until R&D or Loki’s people come up with a permanent solution,” Tony, Loki, and Pepper all growled at that suggestion. The detainment cells were awful. You were not getting locked up for something you couldn’t control.

“What is your solution?” Tony asked, trying to keep his voice calm. You knew it was only intense training that kept his temper in check.  

“There is a safehouse outside of the city. It’s miles from anyone…” Fury started.

"No!” Tony yelled. “You can’t send her out to the middle of the nowhere alone,”

“You will not send her anywhere alone,” Loki added, though his voice was calm.  It was the dangerous sort of calm that only he could pull off.  

“It’s a precaution. I’m not going to stop you from going to class, or even from coming here to work in the infirmary, as long as Loki’s with you, but you cannot sleep where you’ll be a danger to others. It’s too dangerous. That rules out both here, and your apartment. So here are the options. Either you agree to stay in the safehouse, or I’m locking you in detainment right now until R&D comes up with a solution,”

[Safehouse it is] you signed.

“Then I am going too. I am not leaving you alone, especially while Balder is after you,” Loki insisted.

“That is a stupid-ass decision,” Fury replied. “Balder has already proven he can get through your magic,“ he reminded Loki in a growl.

"I can protect myself,” Loki grumbled.

“Fine, but I take no responsibility for your decision,” Fury grumbled. He gave you more stupid rules that you only half paid attention to. Something about only leaving the safehouse for class and healing people in the infirmary. The adrenaline of tonight’s adventures was wearing off. “Go pack a bag, both of you. I want you at that safehouse before she crashes again.” You glared at him, but he was right. He was also unaffected by glares.

[Take this stupid tape off] you signed at him angrily. He shook his head.

“Can’t. It dissolves in 24 hours. Bruce hasn’t figured out how to make it dissolve any faster. That is why it is a last resort.” You glared at him and somehow managed to summon a fireball and sign angrily at him.

[This was put on your face after I woke up]

“You knocked out half of the compound before Veronica hit the alarm and no one knew why or how, especially since Loki was one of the ones you incapacitated. Of course I’m sorry now that I know the whole story, but I had to act in the entire tower’s best interest. Now both of you get out of here. All of you are dismissed.” You all rushed out of Fury’s office. No one liked being there and you were pissed.

“Kat, are you going to be ok?” Tony asked. 

You nodded. [I’m fine, Uncle Tony. Stop being overprotective. I’m not even going to be alone] you signed at him quickly, grumpy with lack of sleep and this stupid punishment. You still gave him a grudging hug. And would have kissed his cheek, but circumstances…

“Do you need you to kiss his cheek since you cannot?” Loki asked with a glint of mischief in his eyes. You tried to laugh, it wasn’t a great laugh, but they got the point.

“That would be a firm no,” Tony grumbled with sarcasm in his voice.

“I’ll do it for you,” Pepper volunteered, and proceeded to kiss Tony’s cheek.

“An elegant solution. Come, darling, we need to pack so we can get going. Fury wants us to drive there,” Loki reminded you of part of the conversation you had zoned out on. You nodded and headed upstairs. You didn’t care much about packing clothes. You and Loki could both summon new clothes whenever you felt like it. You were more interested in making sure you had your laptop, phone, a few books, and various chargers. You also packed a few clothes, just in case. Loki’s bag looked pretty similar, but also included the handheld game system you had bought him a couple years ago. You handed him your car keys. You didn’t feel confident driving right now and he didn’t argue.

Tony and Pepper were waiting for you at the front door. You said your goodbyes to them and Loki summoned some real clothes for himself, just in case you were pulled over. You highly doubted that would happen, and the cops would probably be more concerned as to why you had unremoveable tape over your mouth than what Loki was wearing. You still kept your head down, hiding behind your hair as you walked out to your car. Luckily, all of the cops and firefighters had left.

You zoned out for the drive to the safehouse, but managed to stay awake. You also didn’t get pulled over. The safehouse was a little two bedroom house in the middle of nowhere. You trudged into the house and looked over both bedrooms and picked the one with the larger bed.

“Darling, before you even try the self-sacrificing, not sleeping thing, remember that we are safe for the night because of that tape, which I will be killing Doctor Banner for,” Loki told you as you set your bags down. You nodded. He was right. You couldn’t hurt him and you could handle nightmares. “Are you sure you’re ok?” Loki asked before you could crash in the bed.

/I’m fine/ you replied simply. /Just tired, and still pissed at Fury, Tony, and Bruce. It’s been a long night and I need some real sleep. Balder gutting my friends constantly and then harassing me in my dreams is really draining/ you whined. 

He chuckled. “Very well”

The next day was awful for both of you.  You still had classes, and had to keep an illusion up all day so no one would see the stupid tape. At least they were all expecting you to sign everything all day anyway. You and Loki both didn’t eat all day. He refused as it would be rude. You told him repeatedly that he was being stupid, but he wouldn’t listen. The end result was you both being hangry on your individual ends of the couch until about 4am when the tape finally dissolved and you gorged yourselves on pancakes. Somehow the little hole in the wall pancake place was open at 4am and they fed you as many pancakes as you wanted. Neither of you questioned why they were open at 4am, or why a bunch of supers in costume were eating there at 4am, looking like they just got off patrol.

The next two weeks were also hell. You tried to sleep as little as possible. You didn’t want Loki in danger. After a week of your refusing, and his having to soothe you through more than one depressive episode over the whole situation, the isolation and helplessness of the whole situation was getting to you, he promised to leave the house for the night as long as you promised to get some sleep and let him shield the house. You agreed out of desperation and passed out the second he was gone.

You were both grateful a week later when Frigga called you to return to Asgard. She had found the cure at last.