#i cried myself to sleep last night at the thought of losing her

[sleepys-sunny-garden]

why do i keep thinking about this when i know it's not true and it just makes me upset? why do i hurt myself like this?

[strangespector]

Breathless

Summary: A bad habit that has consequences

Words: 1046

The flashing lights of paparazzi cameras illuminated the night, capturing Jenna Ortega in a moment that would soon be plastered all over social media. The young actress, beloved by millions, was caught with a cigarette in hand, the smoke curling up into the night sky. The pictures went viral almost instantly, eliciting reactions from fans, critics, and, most notably, her family. Jenna's mother was especially vocal about her disapproval, a sentiment echoed by the rest of her family. They knew Jenna had started smoking on set, a habit picked up in the chaotic world of Hollywood, but seeing it publicly displayed ignited a firestorm of concern and frustration.

Despite their pleas, Jenna continued smoking, a habit that became a part of her daily routine. She would often light up at home, the scent of tobacco lingering in the air. I, on the other hand, had never touched a cigarette in my life. The smoke bothered me at first, the acrid scent clinging to the furniture, my clothes, and even my hair. But I loved Jenna. She was my world, and though I disliked her smoking, I endured it because I knew how much stress she was under. I figured it was her way of coping, a temporary crutch in the high-pressure world she navigated every day.

Years passed, and Jenna's star only continued to rise. She became a household name, and with every new role, her fanbase grew. But alongside her success, her smoking habit persisted. By now, it had become second nature to her, a part of her routine as much as brushing her teeth or making coffee in the morning. I often found myself coughing, my chest tightening uncomfortably whenever the smoke hung too thick in the air. There were days when I felt short of breath, but I chalked it up to a cold or allergies. The thought that something could be seriously wrong never crossed my mind.

It wasn’t until I started losing weight rapidly, my energy levels plummeting, that I decided to see a doctor. The cough that had lingered for months turned into something more sinister, a persistent ache that gnawed at my insides. After a series of tests and a tense waiting period, the diagnosis came: lung cancer, stage three. The words hung in the air like a death sentence. The doctor explained that the cause was likely secondhand smoke, a byproduct of living with a smoker for so many years.

When I told Jenna, she was devastated. The color drained from her face as she realized the implications of what the doctor had said. This wasn't just any illness—this was a direct consequence of her habit. A habit she had nurtured and indulged, not realizing the price I would eventually pay. She cried for days, apologizing over and over, but I reassured her that I didn’t blame her. After all, it had been my choice to stay, my choice to love her despite her flaws. But deep down, I knew she carried the weight of this guilt, a burden she would never fully shake off.

The chemotherapy was brutal. Each session left me weaker than the last, my body battered and bruised by the relentless assault of drugs meant to kill the cancer. Jenna was by my side through it all, her eyes red-rimmed from lack of sleep and constant worry. She quit smoking immediately, the sight of a cigarette now repulsive to her. She did everything she could to make me comfortable, but the cancer had spread too far, too fast. The doctors were honest with us—it was only a matter of time.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I grew weaker. My once-strong body was now frail, a shadow of the person I used to be. Breathing became difficult, each inhale a struggle, each exhale a sigh of resignation. I knew my time was running out, and I accepted it with a calmness I hadn’t expected. I had lived a good life, a happy life, despite the challenges. And Jenna, for all her faults, had made me happier than I ever thought possible.

When the end was near, I made one final request: I wanted to go home. The hospital was cold, sterile, a place where people went to fight for their lives. But I wasn’t fighting anymore. I just wanted to be in a place that felt familiar, surrounded by the memories of a life well-lived. Jenna arranged everything, bringing me home and setting up a bed in the living room where the sunlight streamed in through the windows.

The last few days were a blur of pain and medication. I could feel myself slipping away, my consciousness fading in and out like a weak radio signal. But Jenna was always there, holding my hand, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of my fading life. I remember the last time I opened my eyes, her face blurry but unmistakable, framed by the soft afternoon light. She was crying, her tears falling silently onto our clasped hands.

"I'm so sorry," she whispered, her voice breaking. "I'm so sorry for everything."

I mustered what little strength I had left and smiled at her, a weak but genuine smile. "I forgive you," I said, my voice barely a breath. "You gave me a happy life, Jenna. That's all that matters."

And in that moment, as I looked into her tear-filled eyes, I felt a deep sense of peace. I had no regrets, no anger, only love for the woman who had been my everything. I closed my eyes, holding onto that final image of her, my heart full even as my body failed. And then, with one last breath, I let go, slipping away into the quiet darkness, leaving Jenna with the memories of our life together and the lesson learned from a habit that had cost us both so dearly.

Jenna would go on to live her life, forever changed by the experience. She would tell our story to others, a cautionary tale of love, loss, and the heavy price of a moment’s indulgence. And though I was gone, I knew she would carry me with her, in her heart, every step of the way.

[fandomfucker]

Hey bestie

I’ve loved you stuff for ages so I thought you would be a good writer for a lil idea I had!

Poly! Judgement Day x reader (or just Rhea Ripley ) where bubbly (but smart and snarky) reader gets moved to smackdown during the draft and only sees the rest of her partners one or two days a week.

She acts independently like it doesn’t bother her that she has to travel alone, and doesn’t tell her partners that she’s had trouble making friends at smackdown. But it’s taking a toll on her.

When she starts seeing them post more photos without her and all text her less she finally loses it.

After a long day of losing a championship match reader goes home to find out that her partners didn’t even know that she had a match that night and barely acknowledge her homecoming. Reader cries herself to sleep alone in their kingside bed.

Hurt/comfort ensues

- I hope this wasn’t too long 💕,

🟧Anon

Thank you so much for all your support!!🫶

Definitely get toxic relationship vibes with this so i kinda played into it a little. Also, this doesnt actually follow anything because I dont actually really watch Smackdown, pls dont kill me🙏

Some of the dialogue and resulting reactions/scenarios are from this list by @judgementdaysunshine and @romanthereigns

Word count: 4,473

Reader’s POV

It felt like my heart had been ripped in two and then thrown in a woodchipper.

Without any kind of warning or anything, I had just been removed from my partnership with the Judgment Day and put on Smackdown instead of Raw.

Backstage in our shared dressing room it was quiet enough to hear a pin drop as the five of us all stood around in stunned silence.

Dominik was the first to break it as he launched himself at me, cradling my head to his chest as the news began to sink in.

Tears began to well up in my eyes as I stared off over his shoulder at nothing. Our hug was jolted when Damian, Finn, and Rhea joined us, surrounding and enveloping us whole.

I blinked until the tears receded, refusing to cry over an unfortunate situation such as this.

I felt tears on my shoulder from one of my partners and heard the shaking sobs of the others, making it just that much harder to not cry myself.

Reluctantly, I pulled away from our group hug, wiping away any remaining strays.

I cleared my throat, "This isn't going to change anything, okay? We all still love each other and at the end of the day, we all go back to the same home. We'll be okay."

Dominik nodded, keeping a hand on my waist as he wiped away his own tears. Catching Damian also wiping away his tears I sent him a small smile, hugging into his waist.

"You're right, dove. It might be hard, but we'll make it work just like we always do." Rhea smiled as she cradled my face in her hands.

I nodded my head, smiling at her in return before removing myself from the boys' holds on me and crushing her body into mine, holding onto her waist tightly.

Finn stood to the side of her and took one of my hands in his, "Lass, this isn't goodbye, and it never will be. You're going to do great by yourself, really get the chance to show everyone just what all you're capable of."

Nodding my head again against Rhea's chest, I squeezed his hand in acknowledgment and comfort as I took in all my partners in the group locker room for what was possibly the last time.

"I'll make you guys proud."

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Two smackdowns later and I still had yet to make any of them even remotely proud.

Turns out, even if you leave a group, people still hold grudges against you for being in that group.

Rhea and I had obliterated the entire women's division both individually and as the occasional tag team so no one liked me or even so much as acknowledged I was there.

The ignoring was worse than any bullying or ambushes I could have anticipated.

The only woman in the locker room that would even look at me was the new girl from NXT, Blair Davenport but the others had warned her about me, so she too stayed away.

All the men wouldn't talk to me either more than a 'hello' in passing because my boys had swept through them too.

Apparently creating grudges left and right isn't as fun as I thought, once those I made the grudges with are no longer with me. I had burned all the bridges I now needed to keep from drowning.

We managed to work our schedules out enough so that we'd all be able to see each other once or twice a week, unless there was a PLE in which we'd be together that whole week.

I was given a newer design along with new beefs. Instead of my usual black and dark purple I wore more pastel colors. Baby blue, lilac, light yellows, etc. I was given extensions and my makeup was much less dramatic. My shorts were traded for skirts and my hand symbols for hearts.

I was told they were wanting to take some more creative liberties for me and I could either get on board with it or leave.

My first match on Smackdown was against the new girl, Blair Davenport who wanted to "show the world what she's made of" and decided to try and make me her example.

Long story short; I won. And that really didn't do me any favors, except to get me a match against Chelsea Green. The winner of which would be getting a shot at the Women's Championship title against Bayley.

Sitting in the locker room after winning my match against Chelsea I sat in the corner with my knees to my chest as I texted the Judgment Day group-chat.

Y/N: Guys!! I got a match against Bayley for the title next week!! We're about to have two womens champs in the JD!😁😁💪💪

With the different time zones I wasn't expecting an immediate reply so I just went ahead and began scrolling through Instagram until it was time for my promo.

Rhea's post came up first. It was just a picture of her dinner, at a fancy restaurant, and you could see Dominik's shirt and hands in the background.

Some of us go on dates with each other by ourselves all the time so I thought nothing of it, just liked it and kept scrolling.

Until I saw that Damian had uploaded a friends-only story. Clicking on it, it was a mirror selfie of him and Finn wearing tuxes, a peak of a flowy red dress just out of frame. The next slide was a full picture of Rhea in her dress. Her dress that I had given her.

My eyes stung a bit that my partners had all gone out on a really nice date without me, but I blinked it away because it didn't matter. It was one date and I'm on the other side of the country right now, they can go on one date without me. It's fine.

When it was time to do my promo, someone came and escorted me to the specific area where my favorite unbiased interviewer, Cathy Kelley, was waiting for me. Her face lit up when she saw me as I barreled towards her.

Crushing her into a hug, we both squealed with delight at finally seeing each other for the first time in forever.

We caught up and did my promo and decided to go out for a really late dinner together after the show. I told her about my struggles with the women on the roster while she spilled about her own personal problems.

"Oh! Let's take a cute little dinner date picture for Insta!" Cathy exclaimed pulling out her phone. I agreed and joked that we should hold hands across the table like a real date and she agreed.

She posted the photo and we watched as the comments rolled in from the fans. Some were loving it while others thought she might be dating both Rhea and me now. We laughed at some of the comments before going back to our conversation.

Wrapping up dinner, Cathy revealed to me that while she would be on Smackdown more often than before, she still wouldn't be there every week.

"It's okay, its not your fault," I forced a smile before we made our way to our separate hotel rooms. "I'll see you tomorrow though?" I asked hopefully.

"Of course! Sweet dreams, Y/N," She replied before we went our separate ways.

Two hours later, now laid in my hotel bed about to go to sleep, and the only response I'd gotten was a thumbs-up reaction from Finn. Secretly, I hoped my partners were just too busy planning something special for me when I got home and didn't want to accidentally ruin the surprise.

Deciding to just get over it, I went to bed, dreaming of finally being with all my partners again, going on a date with all of us.

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The sound of my phone's notifications woke me up early the next morning. I reached out, aiming for the nightstand where I had left my phone to charge the night before. I blindly hit around the area until I felt my phone, bring it up to my half-open eyes, blinking rapidly at the burning brightness of the screen.

The screen was filled with angry texts from my partners.

Finn: What the hell were you doing with Cathy???

Rheas: Were you on a date last night???

Hello???

Y/N!

Damian: Answer us Y/n!!

Dominik: Y/n answer your fucking phone this is insane

My eyes teared up in fear at my partners' reactions. They seemed genuinely upset, especially with the combined 24 missed calls in a 4-hour time period.

I just texted back a simple, "We just went out to dinner and thought the picture would be cute. Nothing more." before getting up and going about my day. With my next flight leaving in just a few hours, I had a lot to do before I could even get to the airport.

After getting out of the shower, I checked my messages only to see no response from any of my partners. Clicking on the chat, I saw that I had been left on read by all four of them. I tried to push aside my feelings but lately it was getting harder and harder to do so.

But, I managed to pull myself together just enough to make it on my flight home just in time.

It was mid-Sunday by the time I made it to our shared house, and I knew I'd be alone for the next couple days since my partners' flight out for Raw had been around the same time as my flight in.

The rest of the day was spent self-loathing in the bathtub as I watched a few of Bayley's old matches, trying to give myself the upper-hand for our match by learning how she fights.

I fell asleep in bed that night, shoveling ice cream into my mouth as I watched old reruns of Full House on the TV.

The next morning was nice because I was finally able to sleep-in after so many early mornings. I was able to make myself a cup of coffee and make french toast (something I hadn't been able to have in forever) as I sat on the back porch watching the birds fly through the trees.

My nice little fantasy, however, was broken when I received an Instagram notification. This one was a picture Rhea had posted; a selfie of the four of them in the car they were driving.

I was too emotionally exhausted for my eye to even begin welling up. So, to save myself from anymore heartbreak and/or grievances, I blocked all four of them on both socials and messages and told myself I'd unblock them later that day.

Later that day turned into fifteen minutes later when I started feeling guilty, so I unblocked their messages and left their socials alone. I'd see the pictures eventually on my feed posted by fans, but hopefully it would take a little bit longer than if they weren't blocked. None of them ever bothered to text me individually or the group chat of all five of us the rest of that week, even after I texted them to congratulate them on their wins form Monday. 

Brushing off the avoidances form them, I just went about my week. A few facetime interviews and a podcast. I answered emails and went to the gym. I cleaned the house and did laundry, wondering when on Earth my partners would get home.

I even called them to ask to no avail. But I saw the posts on Instagram of them a few states away hanging out, going on dates. They had decided to do a road-trip back home instead of a flight. 

The uncomfortable lump in my throat increased with each swipe to the next picture. As I swiped through the pictures, my growing fury and heartache increasing in a swirl of mixed feelings, Dominik texted me, saying they'd be home Thursday night.

Around the same time as my flight out to the next city for Smackdown.

I sent a thumbs up in reply and threw my phone off to the side so I wouldn't have to think about it for the next little while.

I just went ahead and began packing all my stuff for Smackdown Friday night, making sure I had everything I needed for my new ring gear I was about to debut. It was a special occasion, after all. I was about to be the next women's champion.

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Friday night had arrived and I now stood in the guerilla bouncing around as I shook out my nerves. Onlookers shot me weird looks as I went through my warm-ups as well, they weren't your typical ones as I had learned them in high school doing theatre.

Bayley passed me, giving me a look I couldn't quite decipher as her music hit first and she walked out. 

A minute later my own started playing and I walked out, swaggering my way down the aisle. When I was told to change my look, and my attitude as well, to make myself not apart of the Judgment Day anymore, I was finally given my own theme music, but I missed our group theme more than anything.  My now long hair swung as I made my way up the stairs and into the ring to do my entrance against the ropes.

Stepping into the middle of the ring, I faced Bayley as our title match was announced and the title showcased to the audience. I caught her mouthing something at me, making me grin sadistically. You can take the girl out of the faction but you can't take the faction out of the girl.

"May the best woman win."

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I didn't win.

It was a long match that wound up being longer than anyone anticipated, ourselves included.

Bayley eventually got the best of me when my head hit the turnbuckle at just the right angle for me to black out for a second, leaving room for Bayley to pin me as I was too disoriented to kick out.

The ref had to help me backstage to the medics after the lights went out, signaling the commercial break. She even had to hand me a towel to catch the blood beginning to flow from the small cut.

The on-sight paramedic gave me some ice for my head as she checked my pupils. "Yeah, I think you got a minor concussion there, hon. I'll let Mr. Aldis know but you should sit down and rest until you can get an uber, you shouldn't be driving." 

She left the room and I immediately started bawling my eyes out, making my headache worse. Not only did I now have a concussion which would cause me to be out for at least a few weeks, but I was lonely, my partners were ignoring me and probably didn't love me anymore, and I lost my one shot at the title that I had earned and fought for entirely by myself.

My cries attracted the attention of a few passerby but only one stopped and came in to check on me.

"Hey, Y/n, I'm really sorry. That was my fault, I totally botched that, I'm so sorry. If you want I can take you back to the hotel so you don't have to pay for an uber? I just have one more promo to do and then I'm all done."

I looked up to see Bayley standing there, her title nowhere in sight, looking so sincerely upset and apologetic it just sent another wave of tears down my already soaked cheeks.

"That'd be great, thank you," I laugh-cried as she helped me down from the table and back to the shared locker room.

All the other girls stared at me as I walked in, my face and eyes puffy and my forehead bandaged, as I continued to hold an ice pack to the top of said bandage. No one else seemed to have any sympathy for me and rightfully so. I hadn't actually done anything in the past 2 years to warrant any.

Bayley brought me over to my locker and began helping me get all my stuff together. "Why are you helping me?" I croaked pitifully.

She avoided eye contact, "Because I know what it's like. To lose your faction--the people who mean the most to you and are always supposed to be there for you, I mean."

A small laugh escaped me as well as another tear. I swiped it away before offering my hand to her. "Truce?"

"Truce," She nodded and shook my hand.

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Finally getting home late the next day, I was relieved to find all four of my partners already at home. I was nervous to see them after all the ignored communications and their Instagram posts of dates I wasn't invited on, but I was tired and hurt and wanted my partners.

Unlocking the door, I stepped into the entryway, smiling softly as I heard my partners' rambunctious laughter coming from the living room. I left my suitcase by the door and made my way over to them.

They were playing the new WWE2k24 game with the new Xbox Rhea had gotten from being on the cover.

"Hey guys! I'm home!" I announced my presence from behind the couch as I walked in.

I received a chorus of "hey babe"s from all four of them, not one of them turning around to actually acknowledge me. And that stung worse than any failed title match or concussion. 

It was like my heart had been ripped out and stabbed repeatedly with a knife before being set on fire. I tried to tough it out and managed to get all the way to our shared bedroom before I burst into tears again.

My pent up feelings, mixed with the concussion, my heavily drugged brain resulting from said concussion, and the overall exhaustion from everything all at once finally came to a head as I sobbed.

I collapsed to the floor, my knees being too weak to hold me up. Crawling up into the bed, I laid there and cried into my pillow as I cradled another to my chest. I cried so hard I couldn't breathe and snot ran down my face.

Eventually, I fell asleep, having not even bothered to change my clothes or take off the makeup that was now streaked down my face. 

I just hoped that when I woke up it would've all been a dream.

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3rd Person POV

The four members of the Judgment Day sat around the living room, playing what they agreed would be the last match before they made dinner.

"Alright," Damian spoke as he stood up and began stretching out his sore limbs, "Who wants what?"

"I want chicken tenders!" Dominik shouted excitedly. 

Rhea laughed and ruffled his hair, sliding her fingers through his silky strands. "Okay, well while Dame and I get started on dinner how about you and Finn go pull Y/N out of the shower and she what she wants."

Dominik nodded like a happy little puppy before grabbing Finn's hand and dragging him upstairs to go find their girlfriend.

They went first to the master bathroom, noticing the light was still off and there was no trace of her having taken a shower. They continued on into the bedroom where they saw the curled-up figure of their girlfriend.

Finn went and turned the bedside lamp on, emitting a soft glow about the room. 

The two of them rounded the bed to face Y/N and wake her up. Dominik saw her first and stopped dead in his tracks, the blood draining from his face causing Finn to rush over.

Before he could even ask what was wrong he looked at Y/N and no longer needed to ask. 

Her face was puffy from tears, her makeup smeared and streaked down her face making it even more evident she had been crying. The pillow she held onto with a death grip had a wet stain on the top of it from previously fallen tears.

But the thing they were most concerned about, was the small bandage on the top of her forehead. Dried blood seeped out from underneath the bandage and was crusted around and in her hairline, the whole area swollen and red.

"What the hell happened?" Dominik asked Finn as they watched Y/N sleep. 

"I dunno," Finn replied in the stunned silence. "We need to get Rhea and Damian, though."

Down in the kitchen, Rhea and Damian danced around each other grabbing various ingredients as well as silverware and dishes. They made idle chat and were laughing when Finn and Dominik bounded down the stairs. 

"What'd Y/N say she wants for dinner?" Damian asked the two of them, his back turned to them as he fiddled with a dial on the stove. 

"She's asleep, but you guys need to come see, something happened," Finn told the two of them.

They both looked up from what they were doing, Rhea grabbing a towel to dry her hands. "What's wrong?" She asked as she ran around the counter and up the stairs to their shared room.

"I'm not even sure," Finn replied.

The four of them raced up the stairs and down the hallway to their bedroom, Rhea leading the way.

She slowly rounded the corner to face Y/N and upon seeing her in the same state the other two had, threw her hand to her mouth in horror as she gasped at the sight before her.

Damian, right behind her, made it to her side to see what all the fuss was about and all the blood drained from his face when he did. "Oh my god."

"Should we wake her up?" Dominik asked, like a scared child.

Rhea, ever the caretaker of the group, chimed in. "No, let's just wait until she wakes up. You guys go back downstairs and finish making dinner and I'll stay here till she wakes up."

"If you're staying here then so am I," Finn argued, taking a seat on the small ottoman at the end of the bed. Rhea nodded reluctantly before looking at the other two.

They both nodded, knowing they wouldn't win any fight they picked. They both walked over and gave Y/N a small kiss on the forehead, the opposite side of where the bandage was, before shuffling out of the room and down the stairs. Now, all they had to do was wait.

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It wasn't until an hour later that Y/N finally began to stir.

Rhea and Finn both shot up, kneeling beside the bed as Fin gently stroked Y/N's cheek as she awoke. 

"What's going on?" Y/N asked groggily, thoroughly confused as hell and not knowing anything. After any normal nap, it takes a minute to even remember your own name, not to mention a nap after that kind of extreme emotional distress.

"We're just worried about you, sweetness," Rhea explained as gently as she could. If Y/N did actually have a concussion and didn't remember anything, she didn't want to freak her out any more than she possibly would already have.

"Why?" Y/N asked, gently pushing the two of them away form her to sit up and rub her eyes. In doing so, she felt the edge of her bandage and remembered everything. From losing the match, to making a truce with Bayley, to coming home and them not acknowledging her.

Rhea and Finn saw the look that overcame their girlfriend's face. Anger, betrayal, sadness.

She pushed them out of the way again, this time harder than any of them were expecting which sent the two flat on their asses as Y/N made a move to get out of bed.

"Woah, woah, woah. Where the hell do you think you're going?" Rhea immediately was on her feet and grabbed Y/N's arm to keep her from going any further. The look she received from Y/N before she pulled her arm out of her grip was scathing. 

"Nowhere that concerns you." She began to move towards the closet, starting to grab new clothes, seemingly to change into before she grabbed a bag and began stuffing the clothes in there.

"Y/N! What the hell is going on? Please, just talk to us!" Finn tried to reason with her. 

By now, the commotion had reached the ears of both Damian and Dominik downstairs and they raced up to the bedroom, just in time to hear their girlfriend's explanation.

"Talk to you? Talk to you?! I have been trying to talk to all four of you for weeks! And all I get in response is a thumbs up! Sometimes, not even every time!" She screamed, stepping out of the closet into full view of her partners. Clothes were left forgotten on the floor, and some half-hanging off their hangers as Y/N finally released all her pent-up emotions.

All four members of the Judgment Day stood in stunned silence as Y/N kept going, now unable to stop herself even if she tried.

"I was forcefully moved away from my partners, surrounded by people who hate me and then you four go out and have date nights without me. Constantly! I had a title match tonight against Bayley, we could've had two champions and you didn't even care! I lost because I hit my head and got a concussion and you don't care!" At this point, Y/N had started to grow emotional. Each word was a fight against the myriad of tears threatening to spill over.

The four of them felt awful, how could they have neglected their girl so badly for so long to get to this point?

"We're so sorry, cariño, we had no idea you even had a match last night-" Damian's attempts at an apology were cut off by Y/N.

"Of course you didn't! You never bother to talk to me anymore!" Her partners began to reach out for her as she started fully crying, the emotions winning this fight.

"I'm barely holding on," Y/N sobbed as she curled in on herself, rejecting any attempts at physical touch from her partners. "It's so bad, that my opponent had to come to my rescue after the match because no one else will even acknowledge me."

"Y/N," Dominik spoke, the sound of his heart breaking evident in his voice.

"No, just...don't," Y/N wrapped her arms around herself as she backed away from the four of them. 

The five partners stood around in silence, each member processing their emotions. 

Once Y/N's tears had slowed down, she wiped any remains off her face before facing her partners, who now surrounded her again. This time, however, they left a spot for her to escape.

"Hey, we're sorry, okay? But we promise to do better. This is new for all of us and we admittedly didn't handle it well but we're gonna fix that, alright?" Finn explained to her gently, so as not to scare her off.

"He's right, amor. We love you, so much. We'll do anything that you ask of us, please," Damian practically begged her.

Rhea and Dominik both clutched each other, tears streaming down their faces as they were both too choked up to speak, but they nodded in agreement to both of the boys' statements.

"Okay," Y/N broke down again, walking into the shared hug between the partners. They would make it up to her, just like they always did. Everything would be okay. They would be okay.

[fiyero3305]

Three Days

There are three days between Ben’s death and his funeral.

Three days of Ben’s body laying in cold storage somewhere in Hargreeves’s lab as he and Pogo do whatever the fuck they need to do to get him ready.

“But I want to see him!” Klaus had cried at Pogo standing in front of the laboratory door on the first day.

I don’t want him in there alone he doesn’t say out loud because he knows how stupid it sounds and for once he doesn’t want to exasperate the authority figure before him with his unrestrained thoughts. He’s still a little high from the party he’d attended before the mission but his thoughts are at least clear enough to allow a bit of strategizing. Maybe if I don’t act like myself he’ll take me seriously.

“Master Klaus, please understand. It would be... upsetting for you to see your brother in this state” Pogo tells him, infuriatingly sympathetic in tone. “Allow your father to take care of the boy. He’s doing all in his power to prepare him for the funeral” He realizes he’ll get nowhere with the fucking chimp and storms upstairs.

Whatever the rest of the Academy does during this time, Klaus doesn’t know because he barricades himself in Ben’s room (fuck his father for not allowing locks on their doors) before collapsing in a frustrated heap on the floor. From here his eyes land on the clothes Ben had been wearing just before the mission, dropped on the floor by his closet. Klaus has a vague memory of Ben not being ready on time, having to dress in a rush, as he pulls the shirt to his face and grieves into it until his exhaustion finally takes over.

The next morning when Klaus awakes, there’s a moment where it could just be a normal day where he passed out on Ben’s floor having not made it to his bed, but instead of his brother looking down at him with a pissy face and a sarcastic comment, he has tear-crusted eyelashes and Ben’s shirt stuck to his face, and he remembers why.

His head is throbbing and his mouth feels like he was deepthroating a fucking scarecrow last night and the only thing he’d want to get up for is to get some of the coping materials in his room, but he can’t do that so he just folds himself up around that shirt and wallows. He feels the ache from sleeping in a heap on the floor, the sharp pressure on his shoulder and hip as they press against the hard surface, and wonders what his siblings are doing this morning. Are they suffering like he is? They fucking better be. But would they? Did any of them care enough about Ben to be as miserable as he is?

All Luther cared about was bossing them all around, especially him and Ben, always feeding them the same bullshit their dad did about not training hard enough to be of any real use to the team. If he was feeling anything right now it was probably vindication. Yeah Luther, you were right. We didn’t train hard enough and now Ben’s fucking dead. Are you so fucking happy? Are you and dad gonna compare notes about how fucking disappointing Ben was and how if he’d only listened to the two of you he’d still be alive?

Besides, if Luther was feeling any kind of sorrow over anything, he always had Allison there to fret all over him and make sure his fragile ego didn’t take any damage. She never cared about Ben either as far as Klaus could tell. Too quiet, too much of a loser for her. Not the fun fuck up like Klaus who she could party with but still feel superior to by always having to fix him. No, Ben didn’t need her and she hated him for it. She’s probably glad Klaus’s only other support system is gone now so he can be even more pitiful and needy for her.

And then there’s Vanya. God, fucking Vanya, who followed them around like a sick, sad puppy always trying to be part of the team. Well, here’s your golden opportunity! ‘Nother spot just opened right up! Maybe dad’s finally gonna be desperate enough to put you in after losing two of his fucking child soldiers. God, did she really not see that she was the luckiest one of the whole sorry crew? Who the hell wants this shit? Who would want to be part of this team when it means Reginald Hargreeves actually pays attention to you? Fucking idiot.

Diego might be the only one who was actually sad right now, but that’s because Diego “Nobody’s Favorite” Hargreeves was always a fucking sad sack. Diego “Number Two isn’t just my name, it’s my whole essence” Hargreeves, who couldn’t manage to find a single partner on the team after Allison leapfrogged right over him when picking her partner because who wants to sleep their way to second place; Ben and Klaus bonded in a way none of them could understand since they all love their fucking powers so much; and even Vanya and Five for whatever fucking reason, leaving Diego to be second favorite at best in everyone’s eyes and make his best friend their fucking robot mom.

It's that mom’s robot strength that at some point opens the door as easily as if there hadn’t been a desk jammed against it and crouches down to set a lunch tray on the floor near his head. She doesn’t speak, but holds her artificially warm hand to his cheek and presses her silicone lips to the top of his head long enough to remind him that she is somehow the most humane person in this goddamned house.

Mom closes the door when she leaves and Klaus doesn’t bother to put the desk back. He realizes now that no one wants to check in on him or the dead boy’s room.

Klaus drinks the water his mother left him but can’t find the desire to eat. When night falls again, he makes his way over to the bed, still holding the shirt, and crawls in. The contrast of the warmth and softness against his aching body is almost like being hugged and when he puts the shirt over Ben’s pillow and wraps his arms around it the effect is real enough to bring on a new wave of tears.

On the third day Pogo knocks on the door to inform him that the burial will be that morning. Klaus extricates himself from his comfort nest and tumbles to the door.

“Can I see him?” he pants, opening the door and almost stepping out.

“I’m afraid the damage was too severe. Your father has decided that a closed casket is the only option.”

“But you said he was fixing him...”

“Master Klaus, you don’t need to see your brother in this state. Remember him in life. Remember the calm, gentle friend who always cared for you. Who made sure this family remembered their better selves even in moments of dire—”

Klaus closes the door because whatever the fucking orangutan is going on about has nothing to do with Ben or how Klaus will remember him. Ben is a sarcastic bitch who puts Klaus in his place every time and shit-talks his family in hushed tones for only the two of them to hear. He’s the one who tells Klaus he won’t cry when he finally drinks and smokes himself to death, but lets him share his bed when he’s sober. Ben isn’t some holy saint who exists in eulogy; he’s messy and real and beautiful and Klaus isn’t about to pretend otherwise just because that’s what you’re supposed to do when someone dies.

He showers and shaves and puts on the suit he finds laid out on Ben’s bed when he returns. On the way downstairs he stops in his room and grabs his flask because one way or another, he’s drinking when this is done. At the courtyard door he finds Vanya, Diego, and Mom standing there. He takes his place in line and waits for Allison and Luther to make their way over, almost wishing they would never make it. He doesn’t want to go out there and see the grave

A thick, wet snow has begun falling and Pogo hands each of them a matching black umbrella as they process out to the casket, already being covered by the heavy flakes.

They encircle the box that holds their brother’s body and though he tells himself that it’s not Ben in there; that he knows better than anyone that the soul is a real thing and it doesn’t hang out in the meatsuit after death; he can’t stop thinking about how it’s too cold and dark in that hole. That they’re about to lower his Ben into the rough unforgiving ground and cover him up with dirt and move on and that’s fucking fucked up.

Reggie takes the opportunity to blame his children for their brother’s death as if they’re the ones who chose to send kids out to battle to the death with terrorists and monsters and Klaus is vaguely aware of the fight that breaks out among the Academy and Vanya but his mind is on him and Ben and he can’t really be bothered with what they have going on.

Finally, everyone leaves because they’ve done their required ceremonial mourning and he can be alone. He stares at the photograph of Ben on the lid of the casket, surrounded by ornate tentacle ornamentation (because yeah, that’s how he would want to be remembered. Fucking Reggie.) as the snow covers it. That’s a nicer thought than the dirt, for some reason. Gentle... and calm, he guesses. It’s quiet, and the cold air he pulls in helps clear his head as he makes his way over to the gazebo. Hopefully clear enough to do what he wants to do.

He’s never really done this, but he’s spent the last few days painfully sober just to have even a chance. He doesn’t even know what to do exactly, but he focuses on that swirling chill he’s always felt within and pulls it to his hands. He thinks of Ben, sees him in his mind’s eye, floods his brain with memories and thoughts and feelings and pulls. He yearns with more focus than he’s ever put into anything in his life and without any idea if it’s working, he hears that voice.

“Klaus?”

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Lost and Found

Beatrice loses...and finds Zevlor. SFW.

Seeing many familiar faces at the Last Light Inn was comforting to Beatrice.

Then she spoke with them, and her heart shattered.

“A pity. You pulled them out of one death-trap only for me to land them in this one.” Cerys said, still looking over the cleric and her party.

“What happened? Where’s Zevlor?”

Moonmaiden, please hear me. Please, not him. Not him.

“Gone, and more than half the others with him. We were ambushed in the cursed lands---cultists of this Absolute. Zevlor froze, begged us to surrender, but…they were toying with us. Making examples. And we’d had enough of taking it. Those of us who cut free just kept running ‘til we found this place. The others…maybe the cult got them. Maybe the curse.”

No.

No.

No. No. No. NO.

She smiled despite feeling like I’m about to sob in the middle of nowhere. “Have hope. You survived---I’m sure the others did too.”

Cerys glared at her. “Zevlor had hope. It didn’t save him. A little sense will serve us better, I think.” Her gaze softened slightly. “But…thanks. It was sweet of you to try.”

Alfira then told her about how Rolan (the grumpy one who’s currently plastered and hates me for convincing his siblings to stay in the grove) saved her and the children from the cultists.

“Zevlor betrayed us.”

“Zevlor froze.”

“He’s gone like the rest of them.”

“I hope he rots.”

Many nights afterwards, both in the Shadow-Cursed Lands and around Roseymorn Monastery, she cried herself to sleep.

Always thinking of him.

***

What the fuck?

When Beatrice, Wyll, Halsin, and Gale entered yet another exceedingly creepy room in the ilithid colony, she was not sure what she was expecting to find.

She did not expect to find her missing lover in a pod.

“Zevlor!”

Thank you, Moonmaiden. He still lives. Thank you.

Nor did she expect that when she touched his pod, hoping that it would release him, she would see his memories of the Descent. Zevlor. My poor love. I’m so sorry. I promise…I swear to you…you will never go through that again. Never.

“There must be a release surely?” Gale asked impatiently, glancing around and then pointed. “That’s it!”

Without a second thought, Beatrice hurried to the controls and released the prisoners and a few mind flayers. Whatever, we’ll kill them.

“Zev—”

“ENOUGH! MY MIND IS MY OWN!” Zevlor screamed as he smited a prone mind flayer.

Ooo that’s hot.

NO, BEA. FOCUS.

After the mind flayers and intellect devourers were taken care of by her party and the freed prisoners, she rushed to Zevlor’s side, taking his hands in hers.

My love, what happened to you?

“Hells…I didn’t think I was going to make it. Thank you…”

She squeezed his hands and tried (and failed) to stop herself from crying. “Zev, are you alright? What happened?”

He continued as if he had not heard her. “I…owe you an explanation. Much more than that. But first, please…The others. The ambush---tell me they survived.”

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

“They found refuge.” Beatrice explained, still holding his hands. “But what the hells happened out there, Zev?”

“You’ve heard some of it, I’m sure. That I froze, or broke, or some other lie that is kinder than the truth. We were ambushed by cultists, yes. And then I heard…Her. Their false god, whispering promises in my mind.” Fucking hells, he was being enthralled. “I would be a paladin again---with a god’s purpose, a god’s power. Everything I needed to protect my people…and you.” Gods, Zev. “And all the while the cult tortured them. They fought, and ran, and died around me, while I imagined myself their savior. By the time I regained my senses, it was too late. I did not just surrender to the Absolute. For a moment, I welcomed it.”

No.

“Zev, listen to me. You were being enthralled—” She began but he shook his head.

“It would be nice to think so. But whatever these monsters twist us into…I believe it begins in us.”

Beatrice opened her mouth to tell him he’s wrong, but he shook his head again.

“I won’t make excuses. I can’t make amends. But I know something of what you came to do---I want to help, if you’ll let me.” Anything. “Ketheric is below. He thinks you’re no longer a menace.” There’s the fire in his eyes. Those beautiful flames I want to get lost in. “Descend and show him how wrong he is.”

A breathless “yes” was all she could manage without letting her emotions overwhelm her.

“Good girl.” He murmured so softly that at first, she did not think she heard it. Then he cleared his throat. “If there are any more survivors to be found, I’ll find them---and lead them out of this place.”

She nodded, knowing that her time with him was coming to an end. We need to find Ketheric. Kill his undead ass.

And then find Zev and tell him it wasn’t his fault.

“Promise you’ll find me after. Promise!” Beatrice stared into the flaming eyes she loved. “Promise, Zev!”

He gave her hands a squeeze and then let them go. “I promise. Now go, Bea. Finish him.”

I am the Moonmaiden’s righteous fury.

For my lady, my love, and everyone---Ketheric will die.

[shadowdaddies]

Hello will you please write me nesta x female reader where they get into a fight and reader storms off even when nesta tells her to stop and when reader realizes she was the one in the wrong and goes back she gets into an accident (happy end please but make angsty at first)

ooh I've been in an angst to fluff mood myself lately and it seems like y'all are too

Don't Leave Like That

Nesta x Reader

Warnings: mentions of violence/injury

“Back off, Nes,” you seethed, stepping out of her reach. Nesta’s hand hung in the air for a moment before she dropped it, shoulders slumping in defeat. “I didn’t mean to be so harsh. You know I’m just worried about you. The Illyrian camps are so dangerous for females - I can’t bear the thought of something happening to you up there.” 

You knew Nesta had a point, but by now you were too angry to care. “You think I can’t handle myself, Nesta? Watch me.” With that, you disappeared, heading towards the Illyrian camps on your own, without anyone with you for protection as Nesta had argued was necessary. You were determined to show her that you could handle this simple mission by yourself. 

The meetings at Windhaven were tense, but fine as you communicated with Devlon and the other warriors as briefly and efficiently as possible. While everything went as smoothly as you could hope for, it was your goal to make it back home to Nesta as quickly as possible. You didn’t like how you had left things with her, and knew it was in your best interest to get out of Illyria as soon as possible.

You left quickly after dinner, walking quietly out of the camps to avoid any suspicion when you noticed a large, shadowy figure tracking you from the forest. Drawing your dagger, you prepared yourself for whatever may come your way. At least you thought.

A gale force wind knocked you off your feet as black swirled around you, stealing the air from your lungs as you lost consciousness. 

The next memory you had was Azriel holding you in his arms as he flew over the territory of the Night Court. Still dizzy from whatever had knocked you out, you managed to fumble out the question of what had happened. Azriel looked down at you, grimacing as he took in your state. You were apparently more injured than you realized, only registering half of what he said about Koschei’s spymaster who had tracked you down, before a sharp pain in your ribs had you losing consciousness again.

You awoke in your bed back in Velaris, bones protesting your every movement as you failed to lift yourself up on your elbows, forced to scan the room by only moving your stiff neck.

Moonlight poured in through the window, the crackling fireplace spreading needed warmth throughout the room, and Nesta lay sprawled uncomfortably in a chair that had been pulled to your bedside, where she lay sleeping with her hair disheveled, clearly exhausted herself. Tears formed in your eyes, gratefulness to see her and regret of your last words to her overwhelming your emotions. 

“Nesta,” you croaked out, willing your pained arm to move towards her. Her silvery blue eyes snapped open instantly, and she let out a soft sob as she scrambled to the edge of the bed, grasping for your outstretched hand like a lifeline. Careful of your injuries, Nesta brushed your hair from your face as she pressed a kiss to your hand, lip wobbling as she took in your appearance. You managed to whisper your request for water, which Nesta eagerly helped you. 

Refreshed with the ease to speak, you squeezed Nesta’s hand with what little strength you had. “I’m so sorry, Nes. I should have listened to you. I know you were only looking out for me and I was stubborn. I regretted my words from the moment I left-“ you couldn’t bring yourself to say anything more as the little energy you had was now expended towards producing the tears in your eyes. 

Nesta cried with you, shaking her head as she whispered, “I’m sorry. I know I come across abrasive, but it is because I care for you. I have watched so many people I love get hurt, and if something happened to you...” she trailed off, taking a deep breath before kissing your hand again. “When Azriel brought you back here, nearly dead - I can’t do that again. Please don’t leave me in an argument again.” 

You breathed out the promise as you nodded your head, “never. I love you, Nes.” She leaned in to kiss you, and you moved a hand to tap the bed next to you in silent request for her to join. 

Nesta curled up next to you on the bed, holding you close to her warmth as you turned to press a kiss to her temple, whispering “I love you,” before you both drifted off to sleep.

[i-like-anything-water]

Hey, me again! I was curious: What would your thoughts be on a Chloenette AU in which both Chloe and Marinette play video games as a way to vent stress, and end up starting to date online... while totally unaware who the other is IRL? Hey, the question mark is working this time! But yeah, I kinda picture Chloe as the type of person who SAYS she doesn't like video games because they are for "nerds," but actually has a bunch of really expensive gamer gear, and Marinette is a confirmed gamer in the show.

Hello!

Oh god, this would be very hilarious and fluffy. At first Chloe really doesn't like videogames cause why would she spend her day staring at a damn screen when she can do other things? (Like staring at her phone screen while shopping lmao). But she changed her mind when Adrien started inviting her over to watch and boy, was he super ridiculous.

"Adrikins!" She cries out, snatching the controller from the boy, "You are an Agreste! You do not lose to anyone, especially commoners over a stupid game!"

She actually managed to win third place but being the competitive brat that she is, she was pissed and vowed to get first place. What started as merely watching and commenting became her and Adrien's 'training' to beat random people online.

She still insisted it was kept a secret though. She was a Bourgeois, utterly unacceptable!

I'm not good with videogames myself so I don't have a specific game in mind. But I'm thinking of some rpg or where there's roles and heroes and stuff and Chloe meets a player who's ticked her off.

Marinette was sleep deprived and just had to beat an annoying akuma and wanted to play in peace and relieve her stress when this very flashy and expensive looking player just...poked her. She poked her back. And it ended with them just running around and decided to go on one adventure. Just one, she was intrigued after all.

Chloe didn't mean to poke her. She accidentally pressed her controller and it poked this player that just gave her some sort of... something. And it poked her back! She got an invite and despite being confused about the whole thing, she accepts.

And that's where it all started.

They became friends after learning how compatible they are during missions. Chloe was still wary of people finding out about her interest in games so she kept some part of her life vague, especially her name. Marinette didn't mind, she was just happy to talk to her friend.

They open up, learn stuff about each other and one thing leads to another and bam, they're girlfriends!

This bleeds on to their personal life and since Chloe is mostly on cloud nine, she doesn't bully people like usual and everyone is surprised (and slightly worried that the apocalypse is near or there's a reality bending akuma). Everyone including Marinette.

Marinette is also ecstatic (she's told Alya and some others about her girlfriend and they were very happy for her) but she can't help but notice and be curious about her rival's sudden change of attitude. She wanted to ask but they're getting along more easily (by this, they don't try to go at each other's throat by just locking eyes) so...maybe as long as nothing major changes....

It's during the upcoming competition does certain major changes come. Marinette is with Max, Adrien and some other kid talking about signing up for the competition. Chloe overhears and being the girlfriend of an amazing gamer, she couldn't help but brag.

"Hmp, your skills are no match to my girlfriend's! She'll wipe the floor with your tears when she's done with you." Her girlfriend had mentioned last night she was thinking of signing up for their school's competition and Chloe found out it's different schools battling each other. She had been excited! Her girlfriend shared her excitement and planned to see each other and introduce themselves formally when the competition comes. Chloe wanted to support her girlfriend after all.

Max looks like he stopped working, Adrien is beaming and Marinette is shocked. Wait...

"Girlfriend?!"

"Anything wrong with that, Dupain-Cheng?!"

"What? No, no! Oh god, no! I was just..shocked." so that explains the happy moods. Max still looked shocked. Then again, this was Chloe. It wasn't even the girlfriend part. It was the, uh, someone actually wanted to date Chloe? That wasn't Adrien or some famous celebrity? And Chloe wanted them too?

"Whatever, Dupain-Cheng. My girlfriend is one of the best and she's trying out for the competition and I'll be there to support her! I feel sorry for any of you who'd be up against her."

Chloe rolled her eyes and walked away from the shocked group, muttering how they're definitely going to lose.

"Marinette." Max finally speaks.

"Hmmm?"

"There's a 89% chance you will experience sudden dizziness and faint, but didn't you just tell me you also had a gamer girlfriend who happened to be blonde and is coming to support you?"

Oh. Oh.

"She has ten seconds before she - oh wait, no, she's already fainted. Thank you for catching her, Adrien."

[sweetbillwriting]

In Another Universe (Love Just Happens)

The Finale Chapter

Setting: This story is set in a parallel universe to my story Love Just Happens about Bill Skarsgård and my original character Aurora Lou.

Characters: Bill and Aurora are the same characters but because they have other experiences they are a bit different from the original story.

Warnings: 18+, age difference, ageism, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness, slut shaming, smut, talk about weight, toxic relationships.

Notes: I had a flow while I was writing so here is the finale of this side story to Love Just Happens!

A BIG thank you to @b-afterhours who helps me with the language but also gives me the best pep talk when I need it 🩷

It went so fast. One second she screamed at him and the next they stood in the middle of the trailer and hugged so hard it felt like they shared lungs. Bill dragged his fingers through her hair while she cried against his chest. His other arm held her tightly, afraid she would leave him again. 

They lied down on the cramped couch; it could be pulled out to be a bed but there wasn't time for that, they just wanted to lay close anyway. The both of them knew kissing was off limits, even if they thought about it when they looked at each other. 

“So… You texted me and wanted me? Even if I had lied?” 

Aurora nodded and dragged her hand over Bill's hip. 

“I knew I would… Like… All your texts and voicemails… It was obvious you loved me or… I thought so until you didn't answer. It felt like you just wanted me if you didn't need to fight for me. If you didn't need to break up… divorce with your wife.” 

Bill nodded a little. 

“I never got those texts… I just thought you ghosted me.”

“I did at first. I was really hurt but I realized it wasn't me you cheated on… I was the goal you were running to.”

Bill nodded quickly. 

“Yes, I was just so worried to lose you and then the lie just grew. My thought all along was to get a divorce but it needed to be at the right time, for my girls' sake.” 

Aurora placed her arms around Bill's neck and he pulled her closer around her waist so she wouldn't fall out of the couch. She could feel her pulse in her pussy and pushed herself against Bill's thigh. Bill didn't think about it because he was so lost in her eyes. 

“And now?” She asked and bit her lip from the nerves. Bill looked at her and pushed her even closer to his body. 

“I want you. I will not lie anymore, for you or myself. I still love you. So fucking much. I will divorce my wife as soon as I can. I will call her tomorrow.” 

Aurora looked into Bill's sincere eyes and even if she shouldn't, she kissed him passionately. 

“I love you too, you weird, confusing man.” 

Bill laughed and kissed her again. 

“Never, never will I confuse you again. I promise, I will do everything for you.” 

××× 

Aurora told Bill to wait to talk with his wife until he was in Sweden. He really didn't want to wait but Aurora wouldn't let him come close until he was separated. He watched her from afar, like he had done before but instead of her looking away, he got a bright smile back. He felt alive again. Even if he had gotten his dream job, it felt like he had been walking in his sleep the last year and now he was awake again. He stole moments with Aurora, talking softly to each other with deep eye contact or he helped her with the script. He masturbated every night; a smile from her was enough, even if the baby blue panties were appreciated help.

After two more weeks it was finally the day he had waited for: the make out scene. He would finally come closer to her, even touching her naked skin. She would only be in a bra and leggings. He himself would just be in boxers and he was a bit afraid he would get hard. It would never happen with another actress but this was Aurora. His Lou. Soon she would even be his girlfriend, for real this time. 

He felt giddy while walking to the set. They were in the doctor's big house again and he met Erica in the hallway who waved a pair of white boxers towards him. 

“No Calvin's today!” 

Bill smirked, bigger than she had seen before and she knew why. The man was in love. 

“Were they bought at the supermarket or something? He asked and followed her to the room they had set up as a wardrobe. 

“Almost. H&M but you probably feel right at home in that,” she joked. 

“I think my hoodie actually is from H&M,” he said, looking at the tag when he had pulled it off. He had a white tank on and he felt Erica's eyes on him. 

“How did you look before you got skinny?”

Bill looked at her with an unreadable expression.

“I was really muscular. Abs like a washing board. It wasn't even a six-pack, I had an eight-pack,” he joked, but in a totally serious tone. Erica crossed her arms and looked at him, amused. 

“Look who is all funny and in love,” she teased, which made Bill blush a little but he smiled brightly. 

“Your obsession is, by the way, already here. I've dressed her up in a purple lace bra, only for you.” 

Bill continued to smile and walked behind the screen to change to the white boxers. When he walked out, Erica looked discreetly at one thing. Yeah okay, she maybe also would have patience with such an unclear man if he came with such a gift.

When Bill had gotten his make-up done, he went to the bedroom where the scene would happen and saw Aurora sitting on the side of the bed. Her hair lay curly and messy around her shoulders while the bra pushed up her chest. Bill smirked to himself but also gave the other people in the room a look. He could feel that protectiveness grow inside his belly again. 

“Bill! There you are!” Max said, and Bill walked up to him in his robe. He smiled at Max but tried to hide the emotions Aurora created in him. 

“I've already gone through the scene with Aurora but I guess you don't need that sort of help?” Bill gave him a look because it sounded like he was trying to talk shit about his girl. 

“She comes into the room. I'll watch that silly soap opera. I see them kiss and finally dare to kiss Lou while she's searching for a top in the wardrobe?” 

 “Exactly.” Max looked at him with a smirk and then towards Aurora. Bill got a bad vibe but he also knew he was really overprotective of Lou. 

Aurora still struggled with the acting and Bill could feel he carried much of the scene himself, even if they had cut down on Aurora's line. He knew she was just there to promote herself as a singer and he would help her as much as he could with that. 

They did their lines over and over. Bill put everything into his acting but also tried to help Aurora as much as possible. Others probably noticed how much he wanted her to succeed, but at that moment, he didn't care if they would talk behind their backs. 

Then it was the make out scene, where Bill would spin her around insecurely and put her lips on her harsh and clumsy. It didn't go that way; instead, he spun her around softly and elegantly. He pushed her body against his and kissed her with all that hunger he had built up that week for her. She answered the same way and leaned up so much on her tippy toes that he needed to hold her hard to stop her from falling over him. 

They didn't know what people did around them; they had drowned in their kiss and deepened the kiss over and over and over until it was a full-blown tongue fight. Bill could hear Aurora moan in the kiss and he made a grunt. 

“Bill! Bill!” 

Max's voice woke him up and he released Aurora's lips with a loud smack. He looked up with heavy eyes while Aurora lowered herself down on the soles of her feet. Both of them looked around at all the people who either smirked or looked at them with the biggest eyes. 

This wasn't acting. He had just cheated in front of most of the crew. He wiped away Aurora's lip gloss from his mouth and then looked at her instead of their audience. Aurora looked up at him. She looked nervous but not as upset as he thought she would be. 

“I'll think we'll take a break here,” said Max without letting them go with his eyes. Even if he said it loud and clear, few people reacted; everyone wanted to stay and see the show. 

“I said, we'll take a break!” Max said it much louder and he was also much more upset. Everyone started to shuffle to get away, including Aurora, who put on Bill's robe, even if he just had boxers on. He knew Max wouldn't let him go, so he sat down on the bed and dragged his hand over his face. 

“Aurora,” said Frank and he gave her a look. He didn't look upset in the same way as Max but it was enough for Aurora to sit down next to Bill while trying to swallow the lump in her throat. 

Max gave them an irritated look and sat quietly for a moment on a chair opposite them while Frank stood to the side. 

“Bill… I had higher thoughts about you. What is this? This is-"

“Private,” interrupted Bill, who looked at the director with an intense look. 

“Not if you choose to have foreplay while we're working!” 

Aurora looked at her hands. She just wanted to disappear. She wished they could take back their kiss but it was unavoidable. It stood in the script and they had worked up for this the whole week with flirtatious behavior, short meetings and secret smiles. 

Bill sighed and leaned back on his hands. He looked at Aurora and as a reflex, he patted her back to see if she was okay. The small gesture made Max sigh loudly. 

“Bill, you're married.” 

Bill looked at Max and licked his lips. 

“As I said, that's private but… I will do something about that.” 

“People here will not shut up, even if they have an obligation to keep silent. I recommend doing it soon. It will be the best for the series but also…” Max shook his head in disbelief. 

Aurora didn't say anything; she was once again the mistress but now by choice. People would talk about her and probably call her cheap and slut and other creative words but she couldn't find the emotion where she would regret her behavior. She wanted Bill now. She didn't care about anything else. 

“I think you two should take a break for today. I don't want to see anything more of this. This is a professional environment,” said Max and Bill nodded a little. Aurora looked up at the three men and felt even smaller than she was but felt much more safe when Bill took her hand. Max gave them a disapproving look but didn't say anything. He had done what he could now. 

××× 

They went back to his trailer when they had clothes on again. They met several curious eyes but they let them be. Bill joked softly about the two of them being much more interesting than the others, so they would automatically get attention. Aurora knew they got attention because what they did was wrong but she giggled at it anyway. 

She looked at him while he made tea for them and pulled up her legs on the couch. They had things to talk about now that they could finally be together for a longer period of time. Everyone knew anyway what was happening in his trailer. 

“You can't do it on the phone. That would be awful,” she said when Bill put down the mugs on the table in front of them. 

“I know… We have been married for eleven years. Did you know that?” 

Aurora took her cup with shaky hands and shook her head. 

“I could guess it was something like that. Your oldest daughter must be... 14 now?” 

Bill smiled a little. It felt like warmth in his chest when she knew how old his daughter was after such a long time. 

“You're closer in age than we are…” 

Aurora laid a hand on his thigh and he took it in his hand. Neither of them commented on what he said; the both of them knew it didn't really matter. 

"But, babe,” said Bill and Aurora looked up at him with big chestnut eyes. “I must call. I know it's awful. I wish I could do it another way but it's my only way to know I will be the one who tells her instead of her reading it on Twitter or something.” Aurora nodded and looked at Bill, examining him. He sat and looked up at the ceiling. There was much to process. Even if he wanted and felt ready to get a divorce, he had lived with his wife for such a long time that he would break their family apart. He turned to Aurora when he felt her worried eyes on him. He smiled a little and laid his arm around her so they could hug while sitting. It was worth doing all that for Aurora. 

“I guess it will not come as a shock for her," she asked. 

“No, I just think she didn't think I would dare to do it, that I would have a bad conscience but she knew… The whole time.” 

Aurora nodded. 

“Yeah, she deleted my texts.” 

Bill looked at Aurora with furrowed brows. 

“Why do you think that?” 

“Who else would it be? I saw that someone read them; they didn't just disappear.” 

Bill sat up and leaned forward on his knees. 

“Then she must have had the code to my phone.” 

“Yeah? It's quite easy to get that if you just look at the person opening their phone.” 

Bill thought it through. How long had she had that code? How many times had she checked his phone? And what had she checked? 

“You're saying she knew the whole time. Who knows how long she actually has known?” Aurora said carefully. Bill's legs had started to jump and she looked at his lap, a bit worried. 

“So she deleted the texts from you? She must have seen the pictures of you… And she has probably read my mail then too…” 

Aurora didn't really understand but in the moment, it felt like he mostly spoke with himself. 

“I got my first American role at the same time we… You and I lost each other.” Bill looked at Aurora with big eyes. He didn't need to say more than that. She understood what he meant and what reason she had to tear them apart, continuing to be with him and lie for two years. Their relationship wasn't just boring; it was toxic as hell. 

“I must call her now,” he said through his teeth and took his phone that was lying on the table. “I don't want to be with her for a minute more. This marriage is… Poison.

“Hey, hey.” Aurora laid her hand on his phone and moved her hand down to his. Bill looked at her, confused. 

“You're better than this, baby. You have also lied and cheated but you can end it in a good way. Okay? If not for her, do it for us. Let us start without you being in a fight with her.” 

Bill licked his lips and nodded. He laid the phone on the table. 

“Do it classy,” said Aurora and she laid her hand on his chest. Bill breathed deeply before kissing his girl softly. 

××× 

Later that night, after Aurora had calmed him down with a massage and playing with his hair, he called his wife. He was alone in his trailer when he called her and told her he wanted to divorce. She wondered if it was because of Aurora and he confessed that it was the reason. He didn't say anything about the texts, the code on the phone, or her reading his mail. It wasn't worth it. He listened to Aurora. She was right that less of a fight was best for his daughters. He couldn't stay with their mom to make them happy but he could have a functional relationship with her and now it didn't matter anyway. He would leave her for Aurora. 

He heard that she was upset but she didn't seem to cry, and neither did he. They sat in silence for a long time together, feeling the emptiness grow and how memories of them faded. Even if they hadn't loved each other for a long time, they have had a life together and now that would be over. Pictures of them would be hidden away, plans would be canceled and petty fights would be forgotten. They wouldn't be married anymore. 

When Bill had hung up, he took his wedding rings from the bathroom cabinet and weighed them in his hand. He has had them on for eleven years. They had three daughters together. It was a whole life. He looked at himself in the mirror, expecting to see an old man's face but the man looking back at him looked more glowy than he had for many years. He knew it was the Aurora effect. She had painted him in color again. Even brighter colors than he has ever had. 

He started to prepare for the divorce at the same time they were filming. 

××× 

They sat in the pub by the church together. Aurora had moved over to his side in the booth and they sat almost on top of each other while they ate their burgers. 

Aurora looked at Bill closely. He looked different. He wore a black button up that had one too many buttons open and two silver chains hanging around his neck. His hair was pushed back, messy. She looked at him with big eyes while he talked about a rapper they both liked. Even if she was greasy from the fries, she started to play with his earlobe between her fingers. 

“You should use this.” 

Bill looked up at her. 

“You mean get an earring?” He laughed a little. “I haven't had anything in it for like… twenty years?” 

He heard how old he sounded and cringed a bit. His piercing in his ear was almost as old as Aurora. 

“So? Can I try?” 

A few of the crew members walked by them and they said hello politely. It was just one of them who gave them a side eye; everyone knew now he was separated and believed he had been when they had made out on set. 

“With a needle?” Bill was doubtful. 

“We can try an earring first. Some holes never really heal.” 

She took a bite of her burger and Bill did the same. His heart was beating hard in his chest. He felt new. The archeologist felt forgotten behind him. 

In her hotel room, he lay with his head in her lap while she held an ice cube against his earlobe. He didn't really think that would make a difference but he let her do her thing. 

“Are you ready?” She asked with a soft voice. Bill just nodded, prepared for the worst but when she pushed the earring through he just felt some pain for a few seconds. 

“Are you okay? Have you fainted? You're so quiet.” 

“I actually didn't feel so much?” 

"Yeah, it was just like a thin wall in the middle that I could push through. You have an earring now. A white pearl,” she said with a giggle. Bill sat up and looked at himself in the mirror opposite the bed. The pearl was in. Maybe the wrong earring but it felt quite nice to have the earring there. It wasn't much but it gave him a bit more edge. If it hadn't been a pearl. He smirked and looked back at Aurora. 

“Do you have anything other than pearls?” 

“The ones I have on?” She showed him her crystal earrings. They were better and smaller. 

“Come, I can change it,” she said, and he laid down again.

Bill kissed her after he felt adrenaline in his body and attacked her mouth with his own. She giggled into the kiss and played with his earring. 

“You must take care of it. I got it from my dad.” 

Bill nodded with a smirk but then he started to think… 

“They're not valuable, right?” 

Aurora giggled. 

“Do you think my dad would give me a piece of glass? It's a 1-carat diamond.” 

Bill looked at her with big eyes. He had never worn something that expensive. 

“I can't use it. Especially when your father hates me,” he said, raising his hands to take it off. Aurora laid her hand on his arm so he lowered his arm. 

“It's mine. I decide what I do with them.” 

Bill smiled a little but processed what she said one more time. 

“But your dad hates me?” 

Aurora smirked a bit and looked up in the ceiling playfully. 

“You did break my heart… Lied to me… I'm his princess. Every man should treat me just as good as him…” She shrugged her shoulders. Bill pursed his lips and his eyes looked like they would pop out. He laughed nervously and dragged his hands over his hips like he was sweaty. Aurora smiled innocently, she kinda liked that he panicked. He was worth it. 

Bill stood in panic for a while. He has had an easy time with father in laws, mothers even easier but he also never been with a girl like Aurora. Her dad gave her everything. She was so ambitious, she worked until she bled with every project she took on and it felt like other men's attention was always pulled to her. He stood quietly because the panic prevented him from seeing how he could fix it. 

“Now you should say you will treat me as your queen and that is what you will say to dad too. Right?” She said with a smirk. She kinda knew what thoughts circled in Bill's head. He had never been with a girl like her and he needed to work for it. 

“Right! Right!” Said Bill, and he clapped his hands together so hard that Aurora jumped. “Oh sorry, sorry. But yeah! Of course you're my queen!” He said with an excited face when he got the right answer. Aurora shook her head amused and still smirked when Bill took her in his arms. 

“My queen…” he said with a big smile and kissed her passionately. Aurora laid her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. She didn't need to torment him anymore. 

He pulled her down with him in bed and took the moment to caress every curve and hug her ass in his hands. He pulled away from her lips, his eyes were heavy and he licked away every smear of her lipstick on his lips. 

“Ehm… You know… I'm separated now. I will be divorced in, like, a few weeks…” he said with a tentative voice but avoided her eyes. It was obvious what he meant, especially when his cock poked her thigh. 

Aurora played with the hair on the back of his neck. Her dress was pulled up around her waist and Bill played with the hem of her lace-adorned stockings. He was still married and he also saw the problem; otherwise, he would have just pulled his pants down but she wanted him. They wouldn't hurt anyone now. The one who could be hurt already was. She dragged her hand over Bill's hard on and felt it move in her palm. Bill smiled, high on sexual desire and laid down on his back. Aurora pulled off the brown silky dress she wore so Bill could look at her chest while she played with his cock. He moaned just by her putting her hand around his thickness. He had missed her soft hands. He liked seeing how big he looked in her petite hand but even if it was amazing to see her play with his erection, preparing her lips for their job, he had other plans. The most important thing for him was to come as close to her as he could. He sat up and pulled off his clothes like he was in a hurry and Aurora couldn't stop herself from giggling at him. His cock bobbed in the air while he moved and slapped her skin when he pushed her down among the sheets. 

“I've dreamed about this for two fucking years!” He said pained when Aurora lay under him with her legs spread. She smirked and moved her panties to the side. 

“But you don't need to stress… This pussy is yours now…” He looked at her with heavy eyes and dragged his cock over her pussy, feeling the wetness and the inviting opening. He whimpered like a puppy. 

××× 

The filming of the series continued and Bill and Aurora continued to be so close that other people became annoyed. He did everything in his power to treat her like the queen she was. He spoiled her with attention, gifts and closeness even if much of his time disappeared to divorce his wife. She had an understanding of it but he felt like he needed to give her everything now, even if he had work, family problems and economical problems but he made it work. 

When they wrapped up the filming, Aurora came back after having been in L.A. for two weeks. She had finished filming, so she had left to go home for a while. Neither she or Bill thought much about it but when she came back, he noticed quickly that something was weird with her. She didn't seem as happy but clung to him like she was about to drown. 

When they were alone in his hotel room after the dinner, he felt forced to ask. Aurora sat down next to him on the bed but looked straight forward. 

“I did it.” 

Bill looked at her but started to feel the worry grow. He almost knew what she meant. 

“I got a record deal. With Universal Music.” She laughed in disbelief but swallowed it down because of how bittersweet it was. 

“But…” Bill felt his hands start to shake and he started to lose the feeling in his face. “What about Sweden? We said you would move to me?” 

Bill heard how selfish his words were but he couldn't stop himself. They had a plan. 

Aurora looked down at her hands. 

“I must be in L.A… I'm a new artist, I must-” 

She stopped abruptly because Bill had stood up with his hands on his hips. He walked around in the room with his jaw working from side to side. 

“I must do this, Bill…” Aurora felt the tears in her nose and behind her eyes, pushing. 

“But we had a plan!” He said, upset and put his hands on his head and continued to walk around. 

“But I have a plan too… Since I was four…” said Aurora, wiping away the tears that now run down her cheeks. 

Bill didn't say anything because he knew he should support her. This was everything she had fought for. She had helped him strive for his dreams and now he should do the same for her but he couldn't. 

“So now it's over? Just like that?” 

Aurora laid her hands over her face. It felt like she had fooled him. He had done everything for them to be able to be a couple and now she would leave him but she had said to him from the start, “No man will stop her from succeeding."

“Will you really choose a job over us?” 

Aurora looked at him. 

“No! I want both but you're stuck in Sweden!” 

“You knew from the start that I had kids in Sweden!” 

“And you knew from the start that I wanted to sing more than anything else!” 

Their voices were loud now, and Aurora’s tears were in a constant flow. 

“You can do that in Sweden!” 

Aurora made an offended sound but then sat quietly. Bill wanted to scream, be angry and slam a door but when he looked at Aurora, he knew he couldn't do that to her. If he loved her, he must let her go, wasn't that the saying? 

He sat down next to her and took her hand carefully. 

“Maybe we can… Be friends?” He said, pained and laughed sadly. He could feel the tears in his own eyes but tried to blink them away. Aurora looked at him for a long time and watched the tears start to stream down his cheeks too. She kissed him softly and wiped away his tears with her thumbs. 

Bill took her hands in his and laid them on his chest and breathed deeply. 

“I'm sorry…” said Aurora with a low voice. Bill nodded just and played with her fingers. 

“‘If I love you, I must let you go’...” He said and laughed sadly. Aurora whimpered and kissed him again. 

“I love you…” 

××× 

Bill woken up to his own sounds. It was a heartbreaking sound and he had pushed his eyes together so hard that, for a second, he believed he couldn't open them. It was dark in the room, so he couldn't see where he was. He couldn't remember anything and those short seconds until his brain was just as awake as his body felt like an eternity. Where was he? He laid a hand on his chest when he realized he had lost Aurora and he sat up in the bed in panic. He could feel the sweat running from his armpits and back. He was alone and he started to realize he had been without her for several years. 

“Hey?” 

The sound came from the side of the bed and Bill jerked; he even woke up for real. He looked around in their bedroom, their bedroom in the archipelago villa, then he looked at Aurora. How stupid was he? It was a dream. Aurora and he were married, had a baby daughter and had a completely different story. 

Aurora crawled down in bed with a yawn. She was dressed in an age old Pennywise t-shirt with her hair in two tight braids. 

“Isis is sleeping… Must have been a bad dream..” she said, but then looked at Bill, worried. 

“Hey, honey? Are you okay?” She said and laid her hand on his forehead. “You're drenched!” She caressed his neck and dragged her nails through his neck hair. Bill looked at her in bewilderment. His eyes were big and round.

“Fuck, I had a nightmare, I think? How long have I slept? It felt like I was in a coma.” 

Aurora continued to look at him, worried but pulled away the sheet from his legs and took his hand. 

“Come, we’ll take a shower…” she sounded still worried and led him to the bathroom with the baby monitor in her other hand. 

She led him into the shower and he breathed deeply with his nose against her neck and his arms around her waist possessively. 

“I don't remember so much now… I think I lost you and like… I was so miserable? Like how it was with Hilma. Maybe even worse?” He said with a deep, calming breath. Aurora giggled a little. 

“But I'm here. It was just a dream…”

Bill nodded and looked up at her. She looked at him with a small smile and dragged her hands through his hair. Bill kissed her softly, letting her lips calm him down. It was just a dream. 

But it wasn't just a dream. There wasn't such an easy explanation. What Bill got to experience was a loophole to another universe. In a universe where he chose to listen to his first girlfriend about what career to pick, he married his next girlfriend and chose a life of predictability. In a universe where he and Aurora lost the fight for their relationship.  

Five years later, he woke up in the same sort of way, with his wife Aurora by his side. It felt like he had met her again after years of missing her and won her over again. Even if he had never lost her. 

×

[nomoreusername]

What You Deserve (Part 2)

Pairing:Aris x female reader

Summary: Despite Aris wanting to fix everything, he doesn't think he can when he realizes how torn you still are.

I don't know what I can do to fix everything I've done. I'm in no way saying she didn't deserve the truth, but I am saying I didn't think she would tell me she didn't care if I died. I don't think I've ever known a type of pain like this, and it's not going away.

I just wanted her to know, but I didn't want this. I had just lost her all over again. Wasn't before the maze enough? Wasn't her telling me if she remembered me she'd kill me a sign that maybe what I said wouldn't actually convince her of anything? I had heard those type of words from her before. I had thought about them almost every night.

She had once said she hated me, and that I disgusted her before she got taken away. Those final words were 'I wouldn't care if' before she went unconscious. Now I know what they would have been.

The worst part is no matter what she says or does I will always love her. She could kill me, and my last thought would be at least I'm near her.

Because I watched her almost die so many times in that maze, and you can only get away with adjusting the Greiver's for so long until someone notices.

If only I knew how to say it. I don't know how to tell her she's still my everything. Even worse is she won't just say a single word to me, or even look in my direction. She hasn't even told another soul what I've done, and she won't just tell me I'm the most evil person she knows.

Her deciding I wasn't even worth insulting, thinking I was that disgusting, that's what kills me. So if she won't listen maybe she'll see it another way. I've never actually written a letter before, but I need to try

Dear Y/N,

I don't know how to start this, but I have to try. I know you hate me, and I don't blame you for that. In a way I expected this to be the result, but I wanted you to know. The first time you found out it wasn't from me, and every night I thought about the way you shouted that I was the worst person you ever came in contact with. You said I was worse than any other WICKED worker because I had manipulated and lied about loving you.

Y/N, I did lie to you but never about loving you. I always wanted nobody and nothing else but you. Every night I laid awake missing you. I took every shift I could just so I could be able to see you in some way. Even when you cried I couldn't bear the thought of just leaving you. In a way I had convinced myself that meant you were by me.

I would do anything if it meant changing this because of you. You made my rethink everything. That's why I went in the maze in the first place. I'd get to be near you, but I didn't think it would all turn out like this.

Tell me how to fix this, and I'll do it without a second thought. If it means begging, telling everyone, anything at all, I'll do it. You may not remember all the we've had, but I do. They're the only memories I want to keep.

You're my everything. Even if I'm your nothing you'll forever be my world.

So please. Please let me show you I've changed. I love you Y/N.

Love,

Aris

I took a deep breath as I stared at the letter one last time. I then looked at her sleeping figure. Before I could lose the courage I folded it and placed it beside her.

After a moment she stirred, and I saw how puffy her face was. I waited for another second. For what? I don't know.

She didn't wake up as she curled into a ball. Something about seeing her that way, so broken while asleep, was a haunting sight.

What good would a letter truly do? I don't think much. In fact, I think it may just send her spiraling.

Deciding it was pointless I crumpled it upon before kicking it as far as I could. Leaving her the way I always do, I went to pretend I would actually be able to sleep.

[el-sol-sale-de-nuevo]

Just a vent no need to read 🙏 im okay trust‼️‼️

You know its bad when even the happiest of songs dont help 🧍‍♂️ like aint no way i just cried for over 30 mins and counting. My fucking eyes hurt so damn bad. feels like im fucking up every which way, that aint nobody even want to communicate at all with me. I feel hella unwanted asf, ive literally spent my entire day fucking eating and crocheting, god knows i aint getting no good night sleep and knows im eating too damn much. With the sleep its not even the time i sleep at its the quality. Everyday its a new night terror or some other bullshit. With the eating part i feel like im just being fat as fuck. Last time i weighed myself i was what maybe 250 something. I fucking hate it. I got too fucking comfortable when i reached 239 a while back. Too damn excited. I swear i was being consistent on losing weight but nope. god i wish i was fucking attractive. I keep realizing that im honestly a ugly mother fucker. Aint nothing sweet about it, i thought that maybe if i was a lil more confident then maybe id believe that i was somewhat attractive but everytime i look at myself i want to skin my face off and trade it for a new one. I want to just skin my entire body and slam myself into a wall until im either a living blob of flesh or i die upon impact.

💗Atleast i have someone who loves me for me tho, my girl, my wife, she really makes me happy whenever i hear from her! I just love her so much fr fr‼️‼️ im so thankful that i get to spend my time with her, get to cherish her and give her all the love i got in my body and soul.💗

[maydayblake]

Could I request Fluff with Robin and a reader who is his little sister (platonic ofc) ? Tyy!

Of Course!! I Wrote This In Like 10 Minutes, I Would Have Updated Yesterday But I Was At A Wedding, My First Wedding Ever So I Was Busy, But Thank You For Being Patient And Here You Go!! ❤️❤️

Dear Sister ( Robin Arellano X Sister!Reader, Brief Finney Blake X Arellano!Reader )

Genre : Fluff And Bits Of Angst Cause I Couldn't Resist

Includes : K!dnapping, Mentions Of !SH!, Brother/Sister Relationship, Reader Being A Bad@ss, Crying And Reuniting, Violence.

I impatiently waited outside the house, police cars and ambulances blaring sirens everywhere around me. My foot tapped in nervousness.

What if he didn't make it? No you can't think that, he promised me.

My uncle and mom we're next to me, also waiting patiently, I could feel my eyes starting to water at the thought of never seeing him again.

I couldn't lose him, not like this. Not now, not ever. But the more time passed without any news the more I started believing that maybe, he wouldn't have made it.

" Y/N look!! ", Gwen shouted, you looked up from the ground to see two people come out of the house in front of you. And as soon as our eyes landed on each other, it felt like time stopped.

He was bruised up and bloody, but he was here, he was alive.

I got up from the ground, sprinting towards my brother, he let out a loud grunt as my body collided with his. I let out a loud sob, grabbing at his shoulders, as his too enclosed me. Hugging me. And for the first time in a month, I finally felt alive again.

My mom and uncle too joined in the hug as they processed the fact that their boy is alive and well.

" I'm never letting you out of my sight again ", I cried Into his shoulder as I held onto him for dear life. I could feel my mom nod her head from behind me.

That night he got taken, he said he was gonna study with his friend Finney. I asked him if I could come with him to make sure nothing happened.

But he assured me he was gonna be okay, I was still cautious but I knew he could take care of himself, so I let him go.

Flashback

" Are you sure you don't want me to come with you? ", I once again asked. He just smiled at me from the doorway before nodding his head.

" Alright, be safe, I love you ", I sigh knowing I won't convince him.

" Love you too sis, I'll be safe don't worry ", and that was the last time I saw him.

Flashback End

When I found out he was missing it's like my world stopped, I blamed myself for his dissapearance, how I could've followed him, made sure he was okay. But I didn't.

I spent every day looking for him, barely getting sleep, barely eating. My family was worried. They didn't want seeing me like this. It felt like they we're loosing me too.

They once found me passed out from lack of eating in the middle of the school field, with my mascara smudged. I had to go to the hospital to get food through the catheter, because there would have been no way I could have survived otherwise.

I remember seeing the pitiful looks on everyone's face as I first went to school on Monday after he went missing.

I heard Moose talking sh*t about my brother, and that made me snap. He ended up in the hospital with two black eyes, busted lip, broken nose, twisted arm, and a broken leg.

Everyone stayed out of my way after that, I wasn't like my brother. We we're opposites, I didn't get into fights while he did. But at that moment I saw red. Yeah I got suspended for 2 weeks. But I didn't care.

Finney tried his best to support me through the pain, while he was also in pain from losing his best friend. We we're there for each other, in every way. But then, he went missing too.

Once again it felt like my world stopped, I started hurting myself, taking my anger out on everyone in my way. Gwen tried calming me down, I almost hurt her too but held back. We both we're hurting. We searched for weeks and weeks. We didn't stop.

And now, everything's over, they're alive, they're okay. And I'm not losing him again.

[greycaelum]

Hi Grey, sorry if I'm bothering you. This is not a writing request or anything, just some rants. Still, I will be truly grateful if you read them.

To be honest, I feel pathetic writing you this, but I just need someone to vent to, or else I’ll go insane for real, as I've been depressed and restless ever since the last release of JJK, and you’re probably the person who understands closely to how I feel right now. After all, you actually are the person who made me fall deeper for this character.

So, let me take you back to the start.

I was bored. Until one day, I stumbled upon JJK on Netflix and ended up binge-watching all of the episodes in SS1 in one go. Since I don’t have much time to catch up on the manga from the beginning, I usually read spoilers on sites anonymously and somehow found your page despite not owning a Tumblr account. (I started reading manga from the episode where Satoru got out of the seal.)

Yes, I was indeed fond of Satoru before reading your works. However, I became obsessed with the version of Satoru you beautifully portrayed in the Kaleidoscope Series. I even got a baby fever. Me, the one who hates kids, pledged to myself that this bloodline would end with me.

In addition, the more I read, the more I became infatuated with him.

I told my bestie who also writes fanfic about how I love Satoru from your lenses. She told me that I should tell you this, as it would make a writer happy to know how much her stories have impacted me. That’s another justification for how I decided to write you this.

The happiness didn’t last long. As I said earlier, ever since the last episode, it has been like a world fell apart. I cried myself to sleep every night, and I felt stupid for doing so. Like, I shouldn’t let a fictional character have this control over me, but I just couldn’t help it. I was down to the point where I signed up for a Tumblr account to tell you this.

In case you’re still here, thank you for reading my nonsense. I feel a bit better after letting it all out. Also, I didn’t request any topic because I’d love anything you write from the Kaleidoscope Series.

Ps. I’m shy, so I’ll just send this message anonymously.

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Hi dearest one, this would never be a bother and I couldn't be more grateful that you took such efforts to reach out to me, thank you so much, I appreciate it more than you can imagine!

Please don't feel pathetic, okay? Your emotions are totally justifiable and I too feel the same frustration over the recent chapters. And even if Satoru is a fictional character, it doesn't make the feelings and emotions we experienced from him shallow, because for better or for worse we did love him and it is natural to feel devastated if you lose someone you love, regardless of whatever or whoever he/she is.

Kaleidoscope Series was made out of the idea "to soothe" and "comfort and rest" and I never have ever imagined that this little corner would grow enough to reach a lot of you. I am very grateful of how you have come to love KSeries, so much I want to hug you and give comfort after all that's happening in the manga.

Please do tell your friend thank you so much and, yes, it does mean the world to receive this kind of message, I am grateful and I couldn't emphasize enough how I appreciate this gesture from you!

Please feel a little better knowing what you're feeling is not insignificant, and I can relate how sad it is to lose someone you love. It's okay to cry, and even if Satoru may be "dead", he will be fine, you too will be fine. Time always do its work. He died in a way he saw fit, and he had fun...

This thought may not lessen the pain of his passing, but it does soothe us that he died with one less regret... And that is enough for him, he too has been standing up for himself far too long, he deserves rest.

Don't worry I am in my delulu world where Y/n is pregnant with their third babies. My commitment lies not on Gege 🫠🫣

Don't be too shy, I really don't bite~😆

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Little love

Post OH. Fluffy Angst. I never could resist a happy ending.

Synopsis: Ethan and Aspen's tiff affects a third individual more than they could ever fathom.

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Last night had been absolutely crazy. Ethan was on a day shift which ended up becoming a night shift only because Bloom suddenly decided to start a new policy and the administration board was in splits so now Ethan had to find middle ground with all of them never once losing sight of his patients. So no matter how much the 2 and a half year old human, pressed against my chest wailed for her daddy, it was not to be.

"Nooo, I. Want. Daddy. "

"I know, baby. "

I only sighed, knowing there was nothing I could do to quench Jade's crying fit, the only person who could was too far away to provide comfort.

Her hazel eyes were overflowing with tears, her rosy cheeks flushed, tiny hiccups alternating between her sobs. Feeling absolutely helpless, I simply held her, rubbing her back comfortingly as she continued.

After almost half an hour, which felt like eternity, she finally tired herself out and snuggled into me on the king sized bed in our room. Her tiny whimpers subsided, as she breathing slowly calmed and steadied itself, tiny snores surfaced as the remnants of her tears stained her cheeks, running down her jaw and neck. I quickly wiped them out with my thumb, heart breaking at the sight of my daughter. I closed my eyes, exhaustion catching up with me.

I woke with a headache and ringing in my ears to the sound of the bell , Jade was still pressed against me but the 6'2 figure keeping the sheets warm was still amiss. I slowly pulled away from Jade's grip and wandered to the front door.

"Yes? " I spoke into the intercom.

"Sweetheart, it's me, It seems I've forgotten my keys. "

"Come on up, E. " I said, letting him in.

Head still pounding, I sat on the couch, curling my legs under me as I waited for Ethan to join me. The door opened very slowly as he walked in, noticing me on the couch, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Sorry I woke you, I apparently had the keys, just couldn't find it." He placed them in the bowl by the door, walking towards me.

"The fuck, Ethan! Ugh. " My outburst startled both him and myself but the slowly rising pounding of my head and the immense exhaustion was enough to turn me into a spiteful bitch. I didn't even realise the tears now flowing down my face.

"Your daughter just cried herself to sleep cause she wanted her cuddles from daddy who wasn't here cause he was stuck in some stupid meeting with the administration board. Ethan it's been 4 years now, you told me you wanted to give this position up, wanted more time with your family. I can't do this on my own, not with another one on the way, I need you. Please. " My voice broke as the words left me, practically begging and I stumbled onto the sofa in the crying mess.

Ethan just stood frozen, unable to find his voice, the silence only filled by my sniffles as I gathered myself.

"You're..? "

"Yes, 5 weeks, you haven't been around to notice the sickness or anything much less find a moment to ourselves so I could tell you. This is not how I wanted it to go. "

"You know we are finding a replacement, it's harder than I thought.. I can't just leave.. "

"Yes you can. You've done it before. " I slightly winced at my impulsive words. That was unnecessary, dredging up the past only brought back the painful memories.

Ethan seemed to think so too, cause his azure eyes only glared at me, not with anger but with something worse..hurt. I wasn't gonna back down, the words were out anyway.

"I'll take the guest room. " I only nodded at his suggestion and waited until he gathered his stuff from our room and walked out, closing the guest room door behind him with a resounding thud.

I made my way back to the bed, where Jade sat up, her eyes blurry with sleep, widening with fear and confusion at the commotion. She had noticed daddy enter the room, waiting for him to cuddle her and give her assuring kisses, instead he had picked up his pyjamas and toothbrush and walked out,like she didn't even exist. She held her arms out but I was too spent to pick her up, I only gathered the covers, pulling them over us as she slowly lowered herself onto the bed next to me, closing her scared eyes.

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The next morning, I woke up feeling the light hit my face, waking up before me, usually Ethan would draw the blinds in. I groaned, almost calling out for him when I felt a tiny squirm beside me, consciousness and last night slowly coming back to me.

Groggily, I sat up, Jade was asleep on her stomach, her face pressed against the mattress, her slightly parted mouth causing her drool to stain the sheets.

"Sicko." I snickered, completely enamoured. I quickly kissed her temple before throwing the covers off my legs and making my way to the kitchen. I halted by my Ethan's door, the primal urge to check in on him taking over me as I peered into the guest room, taking in my husbands snoring form, sprawled over the smaller bed, his feet hanging off the edge. I smiled involuntarily at the sight, slowly closing the door.

"That's your daddy. He sleeps like a log. " I gently whispered, cradling my stomach. "He loves you so much."

I made my way to the fridge, pouring myself some orange juice, before settling on the couch, donning my glasses to read the AMC Medical Monthly.

Tiny feet against the tiles pulled by attention away as I looked up to see Jade waddle, monkey plushie in hand towards me. I held my arms out to her and she quickly scrambled up my lap, leaning her entire weight against me, settling against my chest. We stayed like that in silence, I gently rocked us back and forth.

"Mama? " She mumbled against me.

"Yes, doll? "

She sat up to look me in the eye, her gaze fille with emotions. concern etched in them, her tiny brow which mimicked Ethan's furrowed as I gently ran my hand over it to relax her.

"Tell me you love me. "

"What? Oh doll, of course. I love you a million percent. I'll always love you, forever and always. Never doubt that, not once. So does daddy ,I promise."

" He didn't give me goodnight cuddles when he came. He was real mad. And so were you, you said stupid." She looked down, her fingers fidgeting with my nightgown. She sounded lost, and it was my fault completely.

I waited for her to continue, her next words sending my heart into splinters.

"Why don't you love daddy anymore? "

" I love him , this big. " I stretched my arms out as far as I could, making a silly face causing her to giggle.

" I'll always love your daddy, always. Because he gave me the best gift there ever was. "

"Was it like my new blocks ? " Her eyes widening in excitement at the thought of the secret gift.

"No, doll. It's you. You're the best thing ever in my life and being your Mama is the most amazing thing that could have happened to me. And you know why it happened? "

"Why? "

"Because of daddy, he's the greatest husband and father but above all he's a good man and I'll never ever stop loving him. "

"He loves you too, dis big. " She leaned back, stretching her arms just like I did.

"Let's say good morning, yeah? " She nodded enthusiastically, her hair falling over her face and eyes. She quickly brushed them away, running over to the guest room, turning to me when she reached the door, too little to reach the handle. I opened it for her as she pushed herself onto the bed with difficulty.

Ethan was still asleep on his side, arms below the pillow and the comforter pushed down to his waist, his legs too long to fit were left bare. He lightly snored, making me realize how tired he'd been.

The love I felt for the man before me flowed through every inch of my body, hell it even resided in me. Jade made her way to him, steadying herself to stand using his back as support.

His snoring stopped as her hands clutched onto his back, one arm moving from under the pillow to Jade's standing form, gently flipping her over his back to his chest, causing a fit of giggles to leave her. Now she rested against his chest, looking into his eyes, her tiny arms caressing his bearded jaw as he smiled, taking one of her arms in his hand and pressing his lips to her palm before repeating the same with the other.

"Morning, daddy." She sat up and he followed suit.

"Morning, Jadie girl."

Her hands flew to his neck as she rested her head against his shoulder, looking sideways at me, smiling. I smiled back at her before moving my gaze to Ethan, only to find the stormy ocean already staring back at me.

"We need to talk. " I mouthed. He only nodded.

"Baby, you forgot monkey outside. " Jade mouth twisted into a O as she ran out to her beloved plushie.

"That's the best you could come up with? "

"I didn't see you try. " Before he could retort I walked over, adjusting myself in his lap, pushing my finger against his lips.

"Ethan, what I said last night was completely out of order and I'm so sorry. I have forgiven you and I meant it, I don't want you to think otherwise, not for a second."

He kissed my finger, grabbing my wrist with his large hand to pull it away. I replaced it with my lips, kissing him deeply as he held on to my shoulder. He broke away for air, resting his forehead against mine.

"Thank you. "

I continued, recounting my earlier conversation with Jade, his face falling as I finished my narration.

" I never want her to see her parents at war. I've seen enough of that with Louise to know what it does to a child. I've also felt like shit when she ignored me after an argument with Dad, like I wasn't worth comforting or even taken into consideration. I'll never want her to feel that. "

"Agreed."

" I found him Mommy!! " Jade runs in, her face scrunched as she gets onto the bed, trying to push me off Ethan's lap.

"I was sitting here, Mama. You sit there. " She pointed to the bed.

Ethan chuckled loudly as I almost felt jealous, not wanting to give up my husbands lap to this adorable human.

"You heard her. " Ethan reminded me, gently pushing me off his lap.

"Are you seriously pushing me off? " I scoffed, suddenly offended.

Jade was already nestled against him, looking up at him with so much adoration in her eyes I couldn't stay mad.

" I'm sorry sweetheart I didn't hug you last night. It just means you get all the more snuggles now. " His hands tickled her sides before he began blowing raspberries on her stomach, peals of laughter escaping from her.

"I love you both so much, Aspie. "

"Three of us. " I quickly corrected.

"Ah yes. " He smirked. "We need to have quite the celebration. Don't you agree, Rookie? "

"I may have a few things that come to mind. " I giggled, leaning in to capture his lips once more.

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His Heir pt. 11 (Darth Maul x Fem! reader)

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Word count: 2200

Warnings: This one is SAD at the beginning. Mentions of not being able to get pregnant, anxiety, feeling worthless, fear of letting someone down, please be mindful if these topics are triggering, also talk about sex but no SMUT , Qi'ra (again she needs her own warning)

I never realized that this would be this hard. The sex was great, obviously. All the time we got to spend together was amazing. The feelings for Maul have grown exponentially, but he’s been giving it back just as much. Everything was perfect. Except… I wasn’t getting pregnant. I knew it would take time, but honestly, with the way Maul and I had been going at it, I would have thought I’d be pregnant by now. 

It had been about two months now since we had first started trying and still nothing, but I was hopeful. My period had returned since getting my implant removed. And now, I was late. I had stayed over at Maul’s the night before and had planned to take a test this morning. We didn’t have anything to do today and I was looking forward to spending the day with him. Our last day off had been a good while ago, so it was nice to just have a whole day to ourselves. 

Maul was making us breakfast as I went to the bathroom to take the test. Every time I take one it feels like the longest two minutes of my life. My datapad went off alerting me that time was up. I slowly stood from where I was sitting on the floor. The test was sitting on the counter, face down. 

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before flipping it over. The words NOT PREGNANT stared back at me and knocked the wind out of my chest. It hurt. It always did. I felt like I would never get used to the feeling of losing something I never even had. It broke my heart every time and I felt like I was letting Maul down every time I flipped one over and saw those words glaring back at me. 

I grabbed it off the counter and tossed it into the bin where a couple of other negative tests sat as well. Now, the worst part… telling Maul. After cleaning myself up some and wiping my eyes from the tears that had been falling I made my out to him. 

I walked up behind him and silently wrapped my arms around him, resting my cheek against his bare back. 

“Good morning, dear. Sleep well?” He asked, clearly avoiding the question of the outcome of the test. 

“Yeah…” My voice broke as the tears began to fall. 

Maul turned around immediately. His arms were around me in an instant. I shook my head as he held me. I felt like I didn’t deserve to be comforted when I let him down. Deep down I knew he would never see it that way, but sometimes those dark thoughts won. He continued to hold me as I continued to break down. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” I kept blubbering over and over as he rubbed my back trying in vain to soothe me. 

“Sh, it’s okay. You’re okay.” He said gently. 

I managed to collect myself enough to pull away from him and look him in the eyes. I shook my head as the tears continued to fall. 

“I’m not pregnant still.” 

His face fell at my words which only spurred the thought of him being upset or disappointed in me. 

“Please don’t be mad. I’m sorry. We’ve been trying… I know. I’m sorry!” I cried. 

“Oh darling, I could never be mad at you for this. It’s okay. These things take time. And that’s okay. I know it’s hard and at times disappointing but it’s not something to fret over. It will happen when the time is right.” He said, gently. 

He continued to hold me as I slowly calmed down. When I had finally collected myself enough I pulled away from his chest but I kept my gaze cast down. I was scared to look him in the eyes and risk seeing even the faintest hint of disappointment in them. I knew I wouldn’t, but I couldn’t allow myself to accept it. 

“My love, please look at me.” Maul spoke to me as if he was speaking to a scared animal, trying not to spook it. 

I was only able to manage to take a deep breath as I kept my eyes down. Then he gently took his left hand and lifted my chin to look at him. 

“You never, and I mean never, have to apologize to me for this. Sure it would be nice to already have a baby on the way but it’s not something we can control much besides just keep trying. I have faith that it will happen. I can only imagine how difficult it is for you, but please understand that I am not, nor have I ever been nor will I ever be disappointed in you.” He pressed a firm kiss to my forehead before leaning down to rest his forehead against mine. 

I slowly began nodding, showing him that I understood. 

“I just never expected it to take this long.” I confessed. 

“Dear, it’s barely been two months. I know it may seem like it's been much longer with how… frequently we’ve been trying…” He teased with a knowing smirk, earning a small laugh from me. 

“There we go.” He whispered, smiling to himself as he saw my mood shift ever so slightly. 

“I am going to say something, and I need you to know it comes from a place of concern, okay?” 

I nodded. 

“I truly do hate seeing you so upset whenever you get a negative test. And I hate seeing the toll it’s taking on your mental health. If you don’t want to keep going through with this, for your mental health, I understand. You are my top priority. I told you from the beginning I was going to take care of you. This is part of that.” He said, his tone much more serious than it was before. 

His words caught me off guard. He did have a point. It was affecting me a lot. Every time I saw a negative test it hurt. But I really wanted to have a baby with Maul. 

“I don’t want to stop trying. I want this baby. For both of us… I want you to be able to have your heir and I honestly really want a child… realistically this will probably be my only chance to have one. So, I want to keep trying. Maybe I just stop taking tests until I am well past a missed period and actually start having symptoms?” I suggested. 

“This is completely your decision, love, and if that is what you want, then it's what I want.” He said. 

I smiled at that, “Good, then that’s what we’ll do.” 

Maul smiled for a moment as well before speaking up. 

“And I highly doubt this will be your only chance to have a child. You’re young, you practically have your whole life ahead of you still. I’m sure one day you’ll find someone to settle down with and maybe have a few more kids.” 

I knew he was trying to come from a point of optimism but it hurt a little. I loved Maul, if I was going to settle down with anyone I’d want it to be him. But after that spill, I don’t see that happening, even with all the moments I thought we had been having. 

“I don’t know… I don’t really plan on leaving Crimson Dawn. And there’s not really anyone here that has caught my eye.” I said. 

“Really no one?” His tone almost made it sound like he was hinting at something. 

I was getting mixed signals for sure. All I did was shrug and give him a smile. Not much else I can do. I definitely wanted to be with Maul and sometimes it truly felt like he wanted to be with me, and not just have a child with me. Like when he’s comforting me, it feels like he’s in love with me just as I am with him. Or when we’re having sex, it’s so intimate that you can’t really blame me for feeling like there’s something more there. But then he goes and makes comments like me finding someone to settle down with and I’m confused once again. 

The next day we were back at work and it was one of my least favorite days because Qi’ra and I had to work together for the entire day practically. It was ordering day. The compound had a lot of what we needed but it by no means was self-sustaining. So once every few months all the departments would submit whatever they needed and it was up to me, well now Qi’ra and me to get it ordered. We had already set up everything for the kitchens and now we were on to the medical units. 

“Pregnancy tests?” Qi’ra asked as she read off the list of supplies needed. 

“What about them?” I asked. 

“Why would the medical unit need pregnancy tests?” She asked. 

“People have gotten pregnant here before. Or had scares and needed tests.” I said as if it was obvious, like why else would they need them? 

“People are having sex with one another here?” She asked, clearly shocked. 

“I mean, yeah. You’re not?” I asked knowing I was being a little bitchy. 

“Um… well no… not exactly… are you?” She asked cautiously. 

“Oh yeah.” I said casually. 

“Wait seriously? Who?” She asked suddenly very interested in my sex life. 

“Qi’ra, I’d never kiss and tell. Especially not to you.” I said before turning my complete attention back to the datapad in my hand. 

It was quiet for a few moments before she spoke up again. 

“Does Maul know?”

Her question came out rushed like it was gnawing away at her. 

“Why would he know?” 

She hesitated. I could tell she was trying to find out if it was Maul that I was having sex with but I wasn’t about to give up that information just yet. 

“Well… you two are just such good friends… I’d just assume you tell him everything.” She said. 

“Well, he is still my boss. I don’t think it’s appropriate to share my sex life with him.” I said, knowing damn well I was lying through my teeth to her. 

If it wouldn’t give me away I would have been laughing at the face she made as she tried to figure out what was going on. She was obviously suspicious of the two of us, but now she was just confused. Luckily Maul came in to save the two of us. 

“Hello, ladies. How is it going in here?” 

“Great.” I said, with a laugh slipping through my lips. 

“It’s going okay, Lord Maul.” Qi’ra said quietly, not making eye contact with him. 

Maul gave me a questioning look as if to ask what he had missed. I could only shake my head and make a mental note to tell him about it later. 

“Well, in that case then, Lady Qi’ra may I steal Lady Yn from you?” He asked. 

“Oh, of course not, Lord Maul. She is all yours.” 

“Thank you. Lady Yn…” He offered me his arm as I stood and walked over to him. 

I took it and he lead me out of our office and into his. I wasn’t sure if this was actual business or if he was just stealing me away to have sex. I would mind the latter if I am to be honest. 

“I have some bad news.” 

Definitely not sex. 

“What’s wrong?” 

“I am sending you on a mission. You’ll have to be gone for a few weeks.” He said. 

“Oh… well I mean if I have to go, I have to. Where am I going?” I asked, trying to hide how sad I was. 

“Daluuj.” 

I let out a long groan. I hated that planet. 

“I know, I know. You’re just the only one I trust for this. You’re meeting some new recruits there. I’m sending you with a few guards as well just in case things go south. I don’t think they will, but just to be sure. I also want you to take your blaster. There’s also going to be a tracker on the ship…” 

He was nervous. I had only ever seen him like this once before. 

“Maul… it’s okay. I’ve done this before.” I said gently as I stepped closer to him. 

“I know. I guess things are just different now.” He said closing the last little bit of distance between us. 

He took my hands in his and looked me in the eyes. 

“Promise me you’ll be safe, I can’t lose you. Please.” He begged. 

“Of course, I will, Maul.” I said, squeezing his hands. 

He nodded once before crashing his lips into mine. We had kissed many times by now. But this? This felt different. Somehow, at that moment I knew. There was no more confusion. The amount of emotion he was pouring into that kiss said it all, even if he didn’t actually say the words himself. Maul loved me, and I loved him. Now if only we could admit it to one another. 

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Death Note, meet Supernatural- CHAPTER 8

Relationships: L (Death Note)/Reader, L (Death Note)/Original Female Character(s)

Summary: What if Death Note existed in a world with Winchesters in it? Would L finally have the evidence he needs to prove Light is Kira? How will L fare in a world where monsters are real and not every case is solvable by him? Lucky for him, there's a hunter here to work side-by-side with him.

A/N: Um...hey! Sooooooooooooo sorry for being so late. Since the last time I uploaded, somebody hacked my work email and I've been swamped with work. But as an apology, enjoy a special feature and a 3400+ words chapter! Hurray!

Chapter Summary: A trip down memory lane...or should I say a haunting? Surprise visitor in this one!

CHAPTER 7

Chapter 8: The Boy with the Demon Blood

The warmth on my face feels too nice with the breeze coming in from the sea. With every passing moment, a thought leaves my mind- decimating my todo one task at a time. When the panic attacks came and there was no one and nothing to help me, distract me- I took it upon myself to silence my mind forcefully. Close my eyes and will my muscles unlock. Banish every thought as soon as it came. Lose awareness of the weight on my shoulders and the pain in my chest. Between my stubbornness to make this work and the tiredness in my body, it became…possible after a while. After the shitty month we’d been having, this detour feels surreal. There is a pit forming in my stomach because surely, something is about to go wrong. Peace is not easily found, not for people like us. How things can get worse than they currently are, I am not certain. But they will.

One thing in particular. Ruby.

The demon who’s convincing my friend to drink demon blood to enhance his psychic abilities to kill the mother of demons, Lilith, and rescue his brother from Hell where he was dragged by hellhounds a little over a month ago.

Definitely wrong. I’d been doing everything to stop that from happening but I wasn’t sure how long I could make him see sense. Sam loved Dean, and the fact that Dean had gone to hell because he made a demon deal to bring back Sam from the dead was definitely increasing the guilt factor. Wrong is wrong though, and drinking demon blood is a solid no-no. Even Dean would agree with that. Not that I thought much about what Dean would agree with, or about him in general. My sanity was hanging by a thread, and any prolonged thought on Dean would make me completely lose it. I want him here, beside me, drinking beer and chasing after skirts. And I will make that happen. But not by losing Sam in the process. 

A beer is placed in front of me. Silently accepting it, I bring it to my mouth. Now, there’s warmth beside me too. A very comforting warmth, one I’d recognize in my sleep, one that I never want to go away, one I crave too much. I’m not relaxed now. I’m using every ounce of strength I have to stay as I am and not lean into him. Those arms that have helped me for nights while I cried, those that look so strong, and inviting, are calling my name. But I resist. Comfort is something he doesn’t want now.  

He only wants Dean.

I want him. 

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The red liquid in a bottle isn’t wine. 

She finally convinced him.  

I drop the groceries, sprinting, knocking the bottle from his hands. The walls are painted red.

My vision blurs as a sharp pain registers in my skull. “What the fuck, you bitch? That was my blood”, snarls Ruby as she presses me against the motel wall.

“Hands off, Ruby. Now.”

Good, atleast he cares this much.

Dropping me and whirling on him, she starts shouting. “I’m not your minion, Sam. I’ve been tailing you for months to convince you to use your powers for good and she is constantly against me. Get her in line. I won’t keep coming here to get insulted. You don’t need her. You come with me now and we can start with your training. Lilith isn’t going to kill herself.”

Sam’s expression is easier to read in his distress. He doesn’t want to leave me like this but he is set on getting revenge, getting Dean back. If he leaves now, my chances of getting him back are next to zero.

Getting onto my feet shakily, I make my way to Sam. The time for caution is gone. Stretching on tip-toes, I cup his face and bring it closer to mine. Sam’s shaky inhale gives me hope.

“Sam, look at me. Can you see what you mean to me? How much I care for you? Can you remember how much I care for Dean? I love him, and I want him back. But I also love you, and I don’t want to lose you. Please, Sam. This is demon blood. What if something happens to you? What if after drinking enough demon blood you turn into one too? It scares me, Sam. I’m so, so scared.”

My eyes close at this point, tears leaking out. I hold his face tighter, wanting to feel him after staying away for so long.

“Sam, please. We’ll start slow. We’ll develop your psychic abilities without the blood. It’s safer, right? And possible too. Please say yes, Sam. Stay with me. Dean is gone now, and until we get him back, we only have each other. Please be with me, Sam. Look at me. I need you, Sam. So much. Hold me, Sam. ”

He isn’t moving. My hands leave his face to find his hands. I place them on my waist and cup his neck. Stroke his chin. Touch his forehead to mine. “This isn’t bad, Sam, right? Please stay with me. I’m begging you.”

Cicadas are buzzing, curtains ruffling. Somewhere near, a dog barks. My heart gives a jolt.

Finally, he gives a jerky nod. Finally, I sob heaving in relief. Finally, the bitch leaves.

That’s the first night we sleep in each other’s arms.

Morning comes, and we’re both still holding onto one another.

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The days after that are filled with hunting demons and Sam trying to kill them with his psychic abilities. Few he manages, rest we exorcise after interrogating about Lilith's whereabouts. Every demon that proves useless makes Sam resent me more. Those are the nights he sleeps in his bed turned away from me. We still don’t talk. Barely perfunctory words are spoken, nods given, grocery lists written. I’ve taken to calling Bobby every time I’m alone, which is often. Sam needs his space and every second he’s out of my sight, I imagine Ruby cornering him again and Sam accepting her help. Bobby shares my fear but there’s not much he can do as Sam refuses to see him or any other hunter. The cases we stumble on, he ignores. I note them and ask Bobby to get some hunter on it, wishing I was on it. The thrill of the hunt would make me feel better. It’d feel wrong, without Dean. But those brief moments where nothing matters except you and the kill- I want that oblivion. The only time I get it now is in Sam’s arms at nights his highness does deign to grace my bed. Settled between his arms and chest, the world feels liveable. Like I didn’t see my best friend ripped to shreds and dragged to hell in front of me. Like there’s still warmth in the world. Like I can relax and close my eyes. 

Sometimes, my growing feelings for him worry me. Because my feelings are mostly of love and worry while his eyes show nothing when he looks at me. It’s like he’s only doing this because I begged him to hold me. A duty he has to perform because someone who’s hurting asked him of it. These thoughts always make me feel guilty, and make me want to tell him to stop, lie that I don’t need it. But I never say this because what if my need is the only thing keeping him here and away from Ruby?

While trying to save Dean, I knew my biggest job would be to get him back once he got taken. I never thought it would be to save Sam from getting himself taken as well.

He shuts the TV off. In 3 steps, he’s on my bed. Lights are turned off, and I’m tugged down.

He’s spooning me today.

I allow myself a brief smile and pull his arm tighter around me.

Don’t let go, Sam .

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Sipping my glass of sake, which was the only thing I could identify and pronounce in this bar, I glance around from my darkened corner at the other patrons of “Kariudo no Tsuki”, also called Hunter’s Moon. It must be popular cause I scored a ride on the app. A taxi would’ve been cheaper but my Japanese isn’t that good and I didn’t want to get lost. Currently, it’s 6 PM and people are starting to come in. I imagined it’d be like back home- mostly a hunter break stop but suits and lovebirds are also coming in. The interior looks rough but in a classy way. There is no one I can walk up to and just start talking. The hunter who gave me this address showed me a picture of a guy called Haru. He was short with a shorter mustache that reminded me of Hitler. Haru knew anything that happened here, but when I asked the bartender about him (thanks to Google translate), he just shot me a blank stare with “Haru no here”.

45 minutes later of people watching, my suspect walked in, headed straight to me and plopped down on the seat next to me after giving the bartender a meaningful look. There goes his 18%. He said nothing, just stared at me. People have been staring a lot here in Japan. Dean would stare back even longer, refusing to give in but I’m tired of this shit and want to get some work done. Plastering on my best smile, I start in English, “Mr. Haru, pleased to meet you. This is Anne. Could we please talk?” Seeing his nod, I’m inwardly relieved. Thank God he atleast understands English. 

“You can guess what I do and why I’m here, correct?”

A nod.

“So can you please let me know your thoughts on how is Kira doing this murder? What have you found so far?”

Nothing this time. 

I feel a headache coming. 

“Mr. Haru, I understand you’re a hunter. I know you understand me. I need answers. There are mass murders happening and it’s our responsibility to stop them. Can you be of assistance?”

Nada. 

My fingers tighten on the now-empty glass. I look away and count to ten. What a dick.

When I turn to him again, he’s gesturing to a girl. She comes and stands next to him and then he gestures to me.

Looking at me, she flinches a bit and I rearrange my expression into something softer bringing a tentative smile on her face.

“I’m Umi. What can I do for you?”, her sweet voice fills my ears.

Thank fucking God.

“Are you a hunter?”

She’s taken aback at this blunt question and stammers out a response. “N-no, I’m still being trained. But I know things.”

“Good. Please tell me your theories about the Kira case. Now please.”

“Well, there isn’t anything to tell. He’s been sent by God.”

Huh?

“Could you repeat that sweetheart?”

Umi’s answer is full of admiration. “Kira is only killing criminals, and he has decreased the crime rate dramatically. People feel safer with him. We believe God has sent him to deliver his divine justice. ”

Psycho alert. 

“Kira is killing people, wielding a supernatural power we haven’t heard of before and you’re not concerned? What kind of hunters are you?”

Umi is quick to correct me. Me . “Not people, just criminals. And we haven’t heard of it before because that power belongs to God and we do not hunt God.”

God. of Death. Shinigami?

“So you know which God is doing it?”, wanting her to confirm my suspicions.

“That isn’t for us to know. But whoever it is has our thanks.” Her eyes have gone mad; she totally believes this crap.

Dropping my nice act, I scoff. “Are you fucking crazy? Kira murders . He is wrong. Anything, any God, helping him is wrong.”

For the first time, Haru speaks something. I don’t understand the work but his words are angry and eyes accusing. 

Umi speaks up, “Haru says we know what you’ve been doing. You are just like the monsters you kill in America. We are holy people- we kill evil and respect the divine.”

“And Kira is DIVINE???”

All hints of a smile are gone from her face when she speaks next. “Keep your voice down. We won’t help you catch Kira. We don’t even want to find Kira. Let him rid the world of evil and then we can kill monsters in peace like us hunters are meant to.”

Haru speaks again and the girl nods furiously. “Seeing as you’re an American hunter, we have something of yours that we’re anxious to get rid of. Wait here.”

She disappears behind the back door. In the 15 minutes it takes her to get back, I realize I’m fucked. Being on a different continent, I have no idea how Japanese hunters work. I have no contacts. No one to turn to in case things get fucked up. I’ve told L that I’m working on a lead but this bar is a bust. Only thing I’ve left is the library now- and even then, killing a Shinigami would take weapons. Where and how to get them? L could take care of the police if there are bodies but I’d have to tell him why there are bodies. Including him in this supernatural angle could prove disastrous. Should I call Garth? Jody? Have someone come here to help me? 

When Umi returns, I realize I don’t need to call another hunter from home. 

Seems like they’re already here. 

The girl accompanying Umi is a 15-year-old teenager looking furious and relieved at the sight of me.

Krissy.

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Once Krissy finished her tale (with 3 burgers, 2 large fries and cokes), I marvel for the millionth time how we, who save the world, are constantly being fucked over. Her dad got her to investigate Kira, same as me but without the FBI’s help, and got eaten by a vampire. Krissy’s been stuck here since they came on a fake passport, she had no money, oh and yeah- that she’s a minor. She couldn’t contact anyone at home because who needs numbers when you have phones? But what happens when blood-crazy monsters trash your house and break all your shit? The hunters at the bar let her stay in exchange for doing some chores. I thank a God I don’t believe in or count on that it was not worse. 

“So I have some yen saved from what they paid me. But if you get me back home- I have an aunt- I’ll pay you back,” Krissy says once she’s done eating.

“I’m getting you back sweetie, and don’t worry about the money. Humanity still exists no matter what you’ve seen.”

Her fingers start tapping on the table. “No matter what, huh? I’ve seen my father ignore me and go crazy to prove his worth by catching this psycho. What kind of person does that?”

Well, atleast he didn’t force Krissy to hunt. “Look sweetheart, I don’t know why your father did what he did. This life, it changes something fundamental inside people. We stop being regular people and become someone else. Just remember the good moments with him and leave it at that. Nothing’s your fault, so no need to look for answers that aren’t coming. Okay?”

Her nod is quick and shaky. The girl doesn’t cry, I respect her. “Your aunt, she reliable?”

“Um, I don’t really know. Dad only talked about her sometimes but she’s lived at the same house for 20 years. I remember the way.”

Not good.

My plan is made- atleast for her. I call my contact at FBI and tell him to have a fake US passport brought over to me with Krissy's face and a fake name. Earliest she can leave will be the day after tomorrow, six in the morning. Haneda to O’Hare, then to Sioux Falls Regional Airport. Jody will be there to pick her up and handle the rest.

Taking her back to the headquarters is a definite no. I pick the nearest motel to the airport and get ourselves a room. While Krissy’s enjoying a long-awaited bath (evident by her off-tune humming), my mind is reeling- I have 0 leads on Kira with just a hunch about Shinigami, and now a kid to take care of for 2 days. Meanwhile, L is there with Light and Misa who could very well be the murderers. What a mess.

Pulling up Watari’s number, I inform him that some personal business has come up requiring me to stay out of the headquarters until the morning of the day after tomorrow. “Your request for leave will have to be approved by Ryuzaki; please stay on the line while I confirm this with him.” Staring at the phone in disbelief, I contemplate chucking it out along with the tracker he placed on my belt.

“I thought your commitment to catching Kira would have you here with us day and night. What is so important that you must stay away?”, comes the bored drawl of the detective.

“As I told Watari, it’s personal.”

“What of the lead?”

I pinch my eyes shit remembering that shit show. “Terrible. Waste of time.”

“I could’ve told you that before and saved you a trip to Hunter’s Moon. ”

I sit up straight from where I had been lounging on the bed. Hearing hunter in L’s voice is like I’ve been in a dream and then suddenly falling in a dead drop. 

God. Oh god.

“Anne? Anne?”

“Yes Ryuzaki?” I gasp. “Are you alright?” No. “Yes.”

“What happened at the bar?”, L prods. “Nothing. My lead turned out to be a Kira supporter. They don’t know who Kira is but they certainly won’t be helping us.” I wonder if the defeat in my voice is apparent to him or not. “Hm. Unsurprising. You should get back to the headquarters so you may actually prove useful.” Picking at my cuticles, I’m planning my trip to the local library to show him how useful I am. “Shut up, Ryuzaki. I told you, I have a personal thing to take care of.”

“Are you planning to engage in intercourse with a stranger?”

What. What.

My voice is a squeak. “Ryu- what the hell dude?”

“Well, you were at a bar, your location is at a motel now and asking for leave for personal reasons when you possibly can’t have any in a foreign country you’ve been in for less than 48 hours with no contacts. It’s a highly probable guess that you met a stranger at a bar and now want to have sex with him.”

His whole explanation- wow. “No, Ryuzaki. I’m not at the motel to have sex. Something really important and unrelated to the case has come up. I wasn’t expecting it. Real coincidence. But I have to take care of this. And as for being useful, I’ll do my research from the local library tomorrow and be back at the headquarters the next morning.”

“If you do anything stupid, the taskforce will not rescue you. Do not screw up the investigation. Do not draw attention to yourself during your library trip.”

Duh. “There goes the plan of wearing my big bird costume tomorrow. I was really looking forward to it.”

The robot does not laugh. I decide to get some answers for a change. “How are things at your end? Lovebirds acting usual?"

L enunciates like he’s talking to a 2 year old. “We cannot talk about that on the phone. It’s not secure.”

Rolling my eyes, I huff out a reply. “Like you haven’t got the most secure phones on the planet. Thanks for giving me one, btw. Definitely going to get up to all sorts of nefarious things on this one.”

A long-suffering sigh is my only answer.

I want more. I don’t want to hang up. I don’t want to face the surly, traumatized teenager about to get out of the bath. I don’t want to go back to planning my next move when I have nothing. I want Sam and Dean. And Cas and Bobby. And my mom and dad. And a hug. And someone to make me feel warm. And to keep talking to L- the only person I’ve allowed myself to trust one percent.

The wall I’ve been staring at goes blurry. I want a hug, now. NOW. I swallow- sharp, hot glass shards going down my throat. The call is still on. No one speaks. I disconnect. 

I’ve let go.

A/N:

What do you think? First real scene of Anne with a Winchester. Sorry that the bar was a bust but I've always imagined that hunters from different countries don't collab and Team Free Will has messed up (with good intentions) so many times that I don't think they'd be too welcome.

Anyway, I've got the outline for the next chapter ready so it should be posted in a week. It's still a WIP so if anyone has got any scene request, just let me know!

Likes, comments and reblogs fuel me, don't forget to leave some :)

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MAISIE PETERS STARTERS

starter prompts from maisie peters’ discography

“i still haven’t got my driver’s license” “and i am sorry to make it about myself again but you signed up for this“ “you signed up for this” “please don’t give up on me yet” “i know i’ll get better, i’m just not better yet.” “i only drink to get drunk.” “nothing like i thought would happen happened” “it didn't work like i thought it would” "i resent you just a little if i'm honest” “you swore you would do better this time” “if i'm being frank, i want a "sorry" but i'll settle for a handshake” “not friends, no, we're somewhere in between” “'cause you're awful and i miss you and i killed you in my dream last night, even then you didn't care” “i should be the one you’re dancing with” “i was gonna act surprised even though i knew you wanted me” “maybe if i'd reined it in you wouldn't wanna kiss somebody else” “you don't owe me anything”
“i'm just gonna walk home by myself” “you look right through me every time you walk by” “‘cause if you don’t want me then you’re not the one” “guess i misunderstood, i thought you liked me too” “she could tell i was so obsessed with you” “hope i don’t wake my dad up” “well, tell me where i went wrong” “and you only kissed me once, nothing changed at all” “i could see a bloodbath coming” “everyone else can have him but i won’t” “loving you’s not fair” “you kept me as your favorite secret” “it’s funny how everybody but me knows” “you’re losing your mind” “you wanna talk? not ideal.” “i feel like you feel nothing, that’s fine.” “baby, who has two phones?” “you don't want me at all, but you don't want me to fall for anyone” “i heard you had a lot of therapy when you were seventeen for your anger issues” “if i had a pound/dollar for every hole punched in a wall i’d be a rich girl/boy” “it got progressively harder to miss you” “you're a serial cheater” “when i told you you were funny i lied” “i can tell that you've never been hugged” “if i was the last girl on earth, you'd still be weighing up your options” “you're obsessed with your father” “red flag and a half” “you're kinda sociopathic” “i wasn't broken till you tried to fix me” “i was yours until you let me down” “you said this is something that we both need” “you left me hollow” “are you happy now?” “we never struggled for a conversation till you couldn't find the words to say” “now you’re somebody else with somebody you swore was not your type” “i just miss my friend” “how do you think i’m dealing?” “i'll burn this house, i mean it” “well, what does that make me then?” “i'm your villain” “whole town's gonna hear how you messed me up” “oh, i'm out my mind and i said some shit, but i miss you more than i meant any of it” “he’s fit, go for it.” “if you want to take her out, you're gonna have to ask me first” “she's in brooklyn with me” “you gave it all and i gave it up” “you were always on my mind” “i've got no right to miss you” “easiеr to tell myself we'd mess it up instead, so i left” “but i still wish things were different, don't you?” “'cause i get not evеryone sees you the way that i'd like” “you pulled a lot of shit” “thought i'd be a cool girl, but turns out i'm livid” “all or nothing, you chose nothing” “you are one tough act to follow” “you forgot how to miss me” “i hope i’m one tough act to follow” “now everything is through, it's you i wanna call though” “it was all out my hands when you pulled the trigger” “i kissed your friends 'cause your friends said you kissed her” “you were my no sleep, cried for weeks, favourite ex” “i was good to you” “did i just not do it for you, superficially?” “i can’t help thinking she’s got a better body” “has she got a better body than mine?” “were you sorry like you weren't at the time?” “the worst way to love somebody is to watch them love somebody else and it work out” “when you're twisting up all her sheets, do you suffer?” “was i just an idea you liked?” “was i just an idea you liked? a convenient use of time with obedient blue eyes” “i thought it would be us for life” “will you tell me just one more lie?” “didn't say it in those words, but i know how your tone works” “i'm hurting but i'm certain it's still true” “i'm the best thing that almost happened to you” “one day, you're gonna wake up and, oh shit, you lost the brеakup” “i'm thе greatest love that you wasted” "oh shit, i won the breakup" “just assumed i was your favourite” “what do you do when the good guys change their mind?” “'cause i used to think that if i tried my best, i'd always win” “now you're asking for a pardon 'cause i'm a good time pound for pound” “i was good, just wasn't good enough” “i never said i was perfect just thought i was perfect for you” “did you meet my brother?" “will we ever get together?” "how can i know you're for sure? it's only been a summer" “nothing more frightenin’ than a woman scorned” “baby, if you thought that i was trouble, then you're gonna hate what's comin' next” “i don't think you knew just what you'd done” “i'll fuck your life up as a blonde” “i'm gonna make your friends say, "man, you messed that up”” “you'll rue the day you did me wrong” "oh, goddamn, not another rockstar" “they got a lot of unexamined father-son baggage” “aren't i lucky 'cause he could have chosen any girl to fuck with?”