#she also used to threaten to cut off my thumb

[caffeinatedopossum]

I just accidentally brought back a bunch of memories of stuff my mom used to say to me :')

[sturniolos-blog]

reader (w/ matt) who struggles w/ an eating disorder and while matt was on tour it became worse, and when he arrived back from tour he finds her passed out on the bathroom floor and noticeably underweight (only if you’re comfortable)

Eating Disorder PT2 - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n oneshot

warnings - eating disorder, throwing up, fainting, insecure, swearing, mentions of blood

disclaimer: third person POV

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8:09pm

Eating was always a problem for Y/n. Growing up a bit bigger, not fat no. But to her she was more than fat, to herself she was huge.

Always comparing herself. ‘What if i was that size?’ ‘What if i went down 10 pounds?’ ‘I wish i was that weight’ ‘I wish i looked like madi’

And the list went on.

So this brought her here, one evening, while her amazing husband Matt was on tour, brought her in the bathroom, sitting on the floor in front of the toilet puking her brains out after she had stuck her finger down her throat because she thought she ate too much, but now she couldn’t stop, throwing up so much her stomach started hurting.

She finally let out one last gag before lifting her head up letting out a pained groan, standing up and flushing the toilet as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve.

Right before everything went black.

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9:14pm

“She’s not answering. It’s been 6 hours since i last talked to her, guys.” Matt sighs, running a hand through his hair.

“Well, Matt, she’s probably okay, she could be sleeping.” Nick comforted, putting his hand on Matt’s back, rubbing softly.

Chris nods his head, agreeing with Nick.

But Matt shakes his head, “You guys don’t know my wife, I know my wife. And i know she’s not asleep at nine o clock.” Matt lets out a frustrated sigh.

“Okay, Matt, calm down.” Chris lets out a scoff.

Matt stands up, “Don’t tell me to calm down!” Matt raises his voice, pointing at Chris.

As Nick and Chris look at each other and not say anything Matt shakes his head, “I-i’m sorry. Sorry.” He swallows harshly and takes a breath before sitting back down. “It’s just.. we’ve been going through a bad patch lately, right before I left for tour. She wasn’t okay, guys. She wasn’t.” Matt tears up, looking up at his brothers before wiping his eyes.

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before Matt left for tour

“Matt, stop.” Y/n stood up from the kitchen chair.

“You haven’t eaten all day, Y/n. Come on, sweetheart.” Matt says, putting his hand on Y/n’s shoulder.

“I’m not hungry! God, do you listen?!” Y/n raises her voice at Matt.

This happened a lot through Y/n’s eating disorder, it made her moody and mean to the people she loves. Matt understood that so he kept his composure.

“You have to be hungry, babe, i haven’t seen you eat in like two days.” Matt shakes his head, a soft look on his face.

Y/n groans, “Because you’re never here! You’re always at work-”

“No. We are not doing this, you are not doing this. You are not going to turn this around on me so i feel bad. Y/n, you have a problem and if you don’t eat then im calling your therapist.” Matt threatened, looking down at her.

Y/n sighed, rubbing her head before sitting down and looking at the plate of food Matt had made her.

It was steak, mash potatoes, and green beans. She almost threw up at the sight of it.

“A couple bites is all i’m asking for, baby.” Matt says softly, putting a hand on her back.

Y/n picks up the fork that was laid neatly on the plate before grabbing the knife also.

Her hands were shaky, making it hard for her to cut the steak. When Matt realized this he grabbed the utensils from her hand and cut the steak in tiny pieces for her.

He puts the knife down before using the fork to pick up a now cut piece of steak.

Matt uses his other hand to put it on Y/n’s jaw, his thumb tracing her jawline softly.

“Open.” He instructed as she looked at him nervously.

Y/n slowly opened her mouth as Matt stuck the piece of steak in there, she almost gagged but instead she took the steak off the fork and held it in her mouth.

“Chew, baby, come on, n/n.” Matt sighed as he watched her.

Matt watched as her jaw started moving as she chewed the piece of food in her mouth, a couple more times before he watched her swallow it.

“Good job, sweetheart.” Matt smiled, kissing her cheek softly, making her half smile.

“Couple more?” Matt suggested, making Y/n nod slightly.

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present time (9:16 pm)

“Her eating disorder is back?” Chris asked, his mouth slightly dropped in shock.

Matt lets out a breath and shrugs, “I guess.” Matt says quietly before he puts his face in his hands. “I shouldn’t have left her. God, i’m a terrible husband. My wife is probably starving herself and…” Matt trails off before he stands up and puts on his jacket.

“What are you doing?” Nick looks at Matt with a confused look on his face.

“I need to go see my wife now.” Matt says, an angry tone defined in his voice as he grabs his keys.

Chris let’s out a laugh in disbelief, “You’re gonna leave tour?” He asks, shaking his head at his brother.

“I care much more about my wife then i do this stupid fucking tour. I’m fucking leaving.” Matt spits, leaving the hotel room.

Chris and Nick look at each other in silence.

“What the fuck just happened?” Nick scoffed.

Chris shook his head, “No clue.” Before taking a sip of his pepsi.

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10:34pm

It took Matt over an hour to drive home, him immediately rushing in the house after he had pulled in to the drive way.

“Baby!? I’m home, sweetheart!” He called out, throwing his keys down before checking the downstairs, not seeing Y/n anywhere.

He let out a nervous sigh before he practically ran upstairs, his eyes catching glimpses of the light coming through the opened bathroom door.

His eyes then trail down to a body.

His wife.

“Y/n!” Matt yelled, running into the bathroom and on his knees, taking her body into his arms, him letting out a pathetic sob at the sight of his wife.

The unconscious girl had a cut on her forehead, presumably from when she fell.

Matt sniffled as some of his tears dropped onto Y/n’s shirt.

He had his phone in his hand and was dialing 911, whispering a couple of “Come on, baby..”’s or “Please, Y/n.. please”

“911, what’s your emergency?” A female operator was heard after a couple rings.

“M-my wife! I need an ambulance! I came home and she was on the bathroom floor passed out! Please!” Matt sobbed, another hand going to her cheek.

“Okay, sir, they are on the way. What’s your wife’s name?” The lady asked.

“Y/n. Y/n sturniolo. Please, please get here.” He whimpered out.

“Okay, again they are on the way. And what is your name, sir?” The lady questioned, sounds of clicking from her keyboard coming through the line.

“Matthew sturniolo.” He breathed out before letting out another sob. “Please, my wife-”

“Okay, Matt? I need you to take a couple breaths for me. I need you to answer these questions with a clear head can you do that for me?” The lady spoke calmly, making Matt let out an almost incoherent ‘mhm’ but it was loud enough for her to hear it.

“Great. Now, is Y/n still breathing?”

Matt’s eyes glanced to her belly that rose and fell with every breath, making him nod to himself and then speak to the lady. “Y-yeah, she’s breathing.” He spoke.

“Okay, good, Matt. Good. The ambulance is on the way and should be there in 3 minutes tops, in the meantime take some breaths of your own.” The nice operator constructed.

Matt nodded even though the lady couldn’t see her. He took breaths. His thoughts racing.

My baby.

She’s alright.

You’re not dead, Y/n.

You’re with me.

His thoughts kept going until he heard sirens.

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9:37am (next morning)

Y/n slowly opened her eyes, immediately being blinded by sunlight that was shining through the windows.

She rubbed her eyes before taking in her surroundings.

Monitor. Couch. Windows. Flowers. But most importantly Matt.

He had his eyes on his phone, not noticing Y/n had waken up.

Y/n cleared her throat, “Matt?” She whispered.

Matts head shot up, along with his whole body immediately standing up. “Hi, baby.” He smiled softly at her, bringing one of his hands to push hair out of her face.

Y/n smiled before she looked around again, “How���d i get here?” She asked, her voice scratchy and quiet.

Matt shook his head, “You had an accident, baby. You fell and hit your head.” He told her.

Y/n scrunched her eyebrows, picking up her hands to see that an iv was in her right wrist and a hospital bracelet on her left. She let out a small, ‘huh’

Matt looks at Y/n before a knock at the door brings them both to look that way, a doctor walked in.

“Y/n, good to see you. So, do you know what happened?” The doctor asked, sitting on a stool.

Y/n nodded, “Matt told me i fell and hit my head.”

The doctor glanced at Matt and nodded, “Right. But you fell because of something, do you know what that something is?” The doctor asked her.

Y/n knew, 100%. Matt knew that she knew. Y/n knew Matt knew that she knew. But that didn’t change her answer. “No..” She said quietly, making Matt rub his face.

“You haven’t had proper meals lately. You passed out from not enough protein in your body. When’s the last time you ate a good meal?” The doctor continued to question.

Y/n shrugged, “More than a week ago, i guess.” She sighed, avoiding eye contact with Matt as his jaw dropped slightly.

He left for tour a week ago. This broke Matt’s heart.

The doctor nodded, “Okay well you have two IV’s in your arm, one keeping you hydrated and one giving you some nutrients. We’d like to keep you for another night but after that you are free to go.” She smiled.

Y/n nodded, “Thank you.” She mumbled as the doctor nodded back before leaving the room.

After a couple seconds of silence Matt speaks up, “You could’ve talked to me.”

“You left.” Y/n whispered.

“But if i had known what was going on beforehand then i wouldn’t have, Y/n!” Matt raises his voice at her, making her look at him with glassy eyes. He sighed, “I’m sorry. I just love you so much and if you keep doing this then i’m going to lose you a-and that can’t happen. Okay? It can’t!” Matt let out a sob, putting his face in his hands.

Y/n grabbed his wrist, “Come here, baby.” She muttered as she pulled him onto the bed with her.

He left out a couple more sobs as his head ended up on her chest, her fingers running through his hair.

“You won’t lose me, Matt. Never ever.” She said, kissing his head.

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um anyway

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[sinsmockingbird]

So, uh, I usually don't write for the new PTN Sinners that are announced (China is 6 months ahead of global updates), but with the reveal of Korryn and Mira, and seeing that they are cowgirls! I had to write something very OOC... @sea-lanterns Angey, come get the cowgirls (Korryn's part is sub!reader). Also a big believer that Korryn has nipple piercings as well as the belly button one... she seems like the type.

CW: NSFW, Smut under the cut

✧ KORRYN

FEATURES: Bottom!Character, Top!Reader, Riding, Strap Use, Southern Drawl, Wearing her hat

"Look at you, doll, riding me so good." Korryn purred, leaning back against the beds headboard, her hands loosely holding your hips. She had a grin on her face, watching as you grinded your hips down against her and bounced on her strap.

You looked so good, her cowgirl hat slightly ascue on your head, covering a bit of your eyes as you had your head bowed. Your hands were planted on her chest, grabbing at her breasts and squeezing them, making her moan softly in pleasure as your thumbs bumped against her nipple piercings.

"K-Korryn..!" You whimpered her name pathetically, a pout on your lips as you struggled to continue riding her strap, your muscles beginning to ache.

"Hm? What is it, darlin'? Can't ride my strap?" Korryn's southern drawl made her words roll off her tongue in a way that you gushing a bit more wetness all over her strap. "Come on, riding a me is so much easier than a horse. You can do it."

She patted your thigh encouragingly, tilting her head slightly to the side. You whined but didn't complain any further. Instead, you focused on rotating your hips, trying to sink her strap deeper into you. It was a pretty sight, one that Korryn was going to enjoy watching all night long.

✧ MIRA

FEATURES: Sub!Character, Dom!Reader, Fingering, Slightly Public Sex, Keeping Quiet

It was a rather slow day down at the bar, leaving Mira unoccupied aside from cleaning glasses and refilling the alcohol behind the bar. Until you came to visit her and keep her company. It was how you both ended up in the back with Mira pressed against the wall, a hand over her mouth.

"Keeping so quiet for me, Mira." You mutter, kissing her neck while your hand worked wonders under her dress. You were fingering her nice and fast, making her let out sounds that she desperately tried to muffle.

"T-Trying too..." Mira whimpered, biting the palm of her hand as a loud moan threatened to escape her mouth as the palm of your hand continuously bumped against her aching clit.

"And you're doing such a good job." You praised, pecking her cheek before lifting your other hand to grasp her chin. You tilted her head up, kissing her deeply and muffling her sounds as your fingers upped in their tempo in thrusting.

You could tell Mira was getting close by her frequent whimpers and the feeling of her pussy clamping down around you. It made you smile against her lips, knowing you were making her feel so good.

"Gonna cum, baby?" You mumbled against her lips, making her nod quickly and whimper out a yes. "Cum whenever you want."

It only took a few more deep thrusts until Mira was cumming all over your hand, her hands grasping at your shirt, tugging at it while her body shook. As the pleasure subsided, she slumped against you, shaking and trying to catch her breath. She hoped she'd be able to stand after this when behind the bar.

[horseshoegirl]

Set Me Alight: Part 9 - The Woods

📜Hi..... It's been a hot minute. My mental health was not in a good space back in April when I last posted. I signed off because of it. And now I'm considering coming back because after countless therapy sessions and working on what I could, now seemed like the perfect time. Also, my therapist told me writing is my saving grace, so she and a few countless friends are the reason I'm back... for now... maybe on a trial basis to see how things go.

That's it :)

Now, Let's see how those two are doing, shall we?

❗️+18, Minors DNI, Strong Language, Enemies to Lovers, Original Female Character (s), Short OFC, Angst, Description of injuries, banter, snark, getting lost in the woods.

#5.2k

Part 8 | Masterlist | Part 10

The first thing you can register is pain.

Not the dirt or the leaves or the twigs under your hands. Not the light mist of spitting rain leaving dewdrops on your face. It's the deep ache of your muscles and the crunch of your spine. You can't move, your body remaining locked up and in limbo. You couldn't dare move a single inch, even if you thought about it, attempting to shift yourself amongst the dirt.

But you can feel - that must count for something, right?

You focus on trying to open your eyes, using every bit of mental power you currently possess. The dark lull is too strong, enticing you to stay—stay and fall back asleep once more, stay and give into slumber, stay so its unforgiving grip on you can threaten to pull you under once more.

Something else, or someone else, pulls you out of its grip instead. A pair of hands suddenly gripping your shoulders. They gently but insistently pushed and pulled, attempting to shake you awake.

"Midge," a voice cuts through, sounding near and infinitely far enough away in the same breath. "Come on, Midge. Wake up."

Ah. I'm hearing voices. I must be in hell. 

Those same hands shift, one sliding down to your waist and the other to the side of your neck. While you couldn't feel the ground beneath you before, you could feel those hands, their touch, chasing the darkness away and bringing feeling back into your body. Unfortunately, each jostle or movement sends ripples of pain throughout your limbs, muscles, and bones. 

Stop! It hurts! Stop! Stop! Stop!

A thumb glides across your cheek, fingers curling into the back of your neck. "Midge, you need to open those pretty eyes for me," the voice urges again. "Let me see them, please!"

You were trying. Really, you were trying to listen to the voice. You wanted to open your eyes. Everything was simply too much effort. Your head hurt, your back, your injured wrist pulsing and throbbing. Even your lungs hurt, and awareness of each breath suddenly made every one that followed an effort. 

The voice grew impatient, and you clearly weren’t trying hard enough as they shook you a little more forcibly. 

"You're not dying out here, Midge! Not before I can... Come on! Yell at me. Insult me, tell me how much you hate me, just let me know you are okay!"

The person curved their hand into a supportive grip, the other now gripping at the back of your legs as they lifted you from the ground. You moaned at the ache it caused, pain shooting down the length of your spine.

"Midge?"

You're not sure where the strength comes from or how you managed to open your eyes. It's a quick flutter; all you can see is a blurry, white, cloudy sky. There’s also a shape of something leaning over you. You blink and then blink again, forcing yourself to twist in a pair of arms like you had awoken early in the morning.

The third time you blink, things are much clearer now, and you realize, half laying here in this forest bed of dirt, it's Jake leaning over you, holding you. There’s mud smeared across his cheeks, his beard covered in bits and pieces of leaves. His golden blonde hair seemed to have gotten the worst of it; clumps of dirt, leaves, maybe even a stick or two caught up in the strands, you couldn’t tell. 

You also couldn’t help but notice how panicked he looked —his eyes were usually so confident and teasingly wide with concern. Or how the lines of his face were furrowed, crow's feet creasing hard. 

This is so at odds with how the two of you normally act with each other, how he normally looks at you, that it disorients you further. As you're trying to figure out why you are on the ground and why he is holding you, you catch the words tumbling out of his mouth from above.

"Hey, Midge, can you hear me?" he asks, his voice cracking slightly. A hand pushes away your hair, almost covering your eyes. “Come on, talk to me. Please."

Midge. Annoying Nat. Nat. Natasha. The fight. The Bear, Jake... Falling...

Everything comes rushing forward, surging forth in a tidal wave of memories that has you gasping for breath. It's an adrenaline rush of panic and hurt that has you twisting out of his arms and landing on your stomach, face first in the ground. You shout out harshly, "Get your hands off me, you asshole! Trying to cop up a feel while I'm knocked flat out?" 

Jake only leaned forward, his hands hovering over you uncertainly, unsure whether to retreat or try to help you further. "Are you okay?" 

You laugh mockingly into the dirt. "We just fell down a fucking cliff. Are you seriously asking me that right now?"

Failing miserably to push yourself up, you accidentally attempt to place weight on your injured wrist, practically forgetting it was injured in the first place. A sharp stab shoots up your arm, causing you to cry out and fall on your shoulder. Everything is blending together at this point: your head, back, and entire body, and you know there's not much you can do about it. 

Jake's hands immediately grab onto you, finding a place on your back and elbow, gently guiding you to sit in front of him. You're in too much pain to protest, and that fact alone makes you want to give in to the overwhelming urge to hurl whatever is in your stomach out into the dirt.

Or on Jake. Yes, I should have thought that first. 

Once he gets you sitting on your butt, you shake your shoulders, trying to get him to let go. Jake listens to you for once, lifting his hands off you like your touch has suddenly burned him. 

You wish he had been. You also wish he didn't let go. His touch, even if it was his touch, had brought you some comfort as you battled the tears streaming down your face. You’d never admit it, though. 

His eyes search your body, seeking out possible injuries and bruises, until they snag on how you are clutching your wrist tightly to your chest. 

"Let me see," he says, shuffling forward quickly on his knees amongst the dirt and leaves. He reaches out gently, fingers just skimming the fabric of your jacket when you tilt away with a frown. 

"No, I'm fine," you lie. 

Jake pulls back, his hand still floating mid-air. "You honestly can't tell me you're fine after that? Miss, 'we just fell down a fucking cliff. Why are you asking me that?'"

No .

 "Yes! I'm fine!"

Jake’s eyes call you out on your bullshit lie. 

"And I'm the Queen of England. Midge, just let me see it."

You don’t fight him this time as Jake reaches for your wrist. You aren’t in that much of a position to fight him on this either. His grasp is firm but gentle, and he carefully extends your arm out for him to see. The clasps had popped themselves free with the fall, the bandage covered in dirt, small flecks of leaves, pieces of wood, and God knows what else. The end was hanging loosely off the base of your wrist, and Jake frowned when he touched it. 

"Did Mickey even look at your wrist?" he snapped as he started to unwrap it from your wrist. 

You eyed him carefully. "Yes. Why? It's more than I can say for you."

Yeah, Maeve, he probably just saved your life, and you're still spewing hateful shit.

Jake ignored you, unwinding the fabric from your limb. "Damn, asshole didn't wrap it tight enough.” 

“Why would you care?” you snap.

“Cause I asked him to.” 

You stiffened at his words, drawing in a sharp breath. Bunching the length of fabric on his lap once he got it off, Jake never took his eyes off your wrist as he prodded the largest bruise. "I'm the reason you hurt it in the first place. Why wouldn’t I care?"

Lies . Oh, you wanted to scream that he was lying. There was no way, no fucking way he had asked Mickey to look. There’s no reason he’d care. None that you can think of

Skeptical of his actions, you croaked out softly, "You're not exactly a medical professional, Jake." 

"Neither is Mickey. Clearly." He scoffed back, turning your hand so it was face up. 

You clenched your jaw, fighting the urge to snap back at him. But when he pressed on a tender spot, you hissed out, "Mickey asked Cora. She wrapped it."

Jake shook his head. “So he couldn’t even do it himself.” 

“He asked the professional.” 

“I should have done it myself.” 

“Do you think I would have let you?” 

"If you weren't so reckless all the time, then maybe you would have!" he snapped, his grip tightening on the bandage for a moment before he forced himself to relax. "Running off into the woods like that? What the hell were you thinking!" 

You bit your lip, slamming your eyes shut before everything snapped and broke free. 

"Reckless?! I was trying to get away from you!" you shrieked. "You were the one who followed me into that bush!" 

"Because I was trying to fucking apologize, Midge! And thank god I did! Who knows what would have happened to you! You’re always so fucking stubborn!"

“Do you think I wanted you to follow me? After everything that’s happened in the past twenty-four hours? You ruined Nat’s proposal, you fucking pranked me with those two idiots, and.. And…” 

You couldn’t speak, too caught up in every overwhelming thought and emotion. Jake took advantage of your moment of weakness to continue. 

“You think I can just leave you alone?! You don’t think I’ve tried?! I’m trying to apologize, damn it! For everything! For all of it! I have no idea what I did for you to be this mean to me, but can’t you see even that?” 

“I don’t want your apology!” you shouted, pain and anger mixing in your voice. “I just wanted you to leave me alone! I just wanted you to stop hurting me!” 

Jake took a deep breath, his jaw tightening as he remained uncommonly silent. 

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "You can't just fix everything with an apology, Jake. Some things... some things can't be undone."

The forest was eerily silent, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Jake's jaw was clenched as he carefully examined your wrist, his fingers gently probing the bruised skin. His eyes remained fixed on his task. You stared off into the trees, your breathing shallow and uneven, trying to mask the pain and the anger simmering just below the surface.

“Leave the bandage off,” he finally says after a moment, his voice quiet. “It’s making your bruise worse.” 

Jake avoided your eyes as he stood, your bandage in hand. He was quick as he worked, wrapping the fabric back into a roll. Still on the ground, you watched his fingers, realizing he was doing it correctly. A tiny voice somewhere deep within your hardened heart wondered where he had learned to do that in the first place. 

He held it out to you, head turned away. You only stared up at him, his hand holding the bandage, half stuck to the ground. When you didn’t take it right away, Jake faced you with an expectant gaze. 

You did eventually, weakly reaching for your backpack as it lay forgotten in a pile of leaves. 

Last you could recall, it had been on your back as the two of you had fallen. Jake must have taken it off you while trying to wake you. 

The state of your belongings within or your fragile paint brushes and paints were the furthest things from your mind as you worked the zipper of the front pocket first before blindly holding out your hand to Jake. He placed the bandage silently into your palm. You threw it in, not bothering to see if there had been space for it. Threading the straps through your arms, you settled your bag against your back, hoping you could walk like this. 

You struggled to your feet, wincing as you braced yourself with your uninjured hand against the ground. Your other wrist throbbed, though, along with practically everything else in your body, reminding you exactly how you and Jake ended up in this situation. Or how either one of you would manage to get back to the rest of the group. 

That was until you turned to look up. 

“Oh no.” 

“Oh yes.” 

“No… No... No!” 

“I don’t think shouting no will change the fact, Midge.” 

“As if all this couldn’t get fucking worse.” 

“We just had a run-in with a bear. You see this as worse?” 

You clenched your fists, the reality sinking in with each passing breath. “I would have rather seen my life end as a pile of bear shit.” 

“Really, Midge?” he remarked with disbelief and frustration. “Is that how you see it?”

You glared at him, the anger still simmering. “Yes, Jake. Because being stuck here with you is worse than anything I could have imagined.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it. You’re angry. But do you honestly think dwelling on it isn’t going to help us right now?”

You let out a humourless laugh. “Oh, so now you’re the voice of reason? The guy who wanted us to climb up a cliff carrying all our stuff to save what? Fifteen Minutes? You want to climb up that ?”

And what did Jake do but grit his teeth? He offered you nothing else but a reddened face and steely eyes, clearly lit up in frustration. 

Silence fell, and tension was thick between you. The sounds of the forest seemed amplified in the absence of your bickering. You couldn't deny the fear creeping in, the realization that you were truly isolated.

Isolated. With him.

“I may not have all the answers, but sitting here fighting isn’t going to solve anything. We need each other to get out of this,” Jake tried again. 

You scoffed, shaking your head. “The last thing I need is more of your stupid plans.”

“Well, it’s either that or we both end up dead out here. Do you really want to risk that?”

You paused. It was a serious ask. Your anger didn’t completely fade, but the urgency of the situation was undeniable. “No, I don’t want to die out here.”

Jake nodded, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly. “Then we need to work together, whether we like it or not. At least until we find someone or something or a way to get out of here.”

You clenched your jaw, feeling a mixture of frustration and very reluctant acceptance. 

“Fine.”

“Fine,” Jake echoed, his voice resolute.

He gestured towards an opening in the bush, you adjusting the straps of your bag, taking a shaky step forward. Jake followed closely behind, and as the two of you trekked off into basically the unknown, you couldn’t help but think… The second I see poison Ivy, I’m shoving it down his shirt. 

—

"I hate you."

"No, you don't, sweetheart."

"I fucking hate you, Seresin. I'm not your sweetheart."

"Don't lie to me, Midge. I know you love me. I did save your life and all that." 

"Kiss my fucking ass, jackass."

"Are you offering?"

You let go of the tree branch you'd been holding out of the way, letting it swing back and thwack Jake in the face. "Oops," you called out sarcastically, not bothering to look back.

Jake stumbled back, swatting at the branch like a pesky insect. "Ow, what the -"

"Watch out for the low-hanging branches," you mocked, the corners of your mouth twitching upwards. Jake rubbed his face with his eyes closed, grinning despite the slight sting. "That branch hit harder than your insults."

"Practice makes perfect, right?"

You're not sure how long the two of you had been walking, though given how low the sun was, it was safe to assume it had been hours. The two of you followed the bottom of the cliff until you could no longer do so, hoping there might have been a slope or at least something along that cliffside either of you could climb up.

But the terrain became treacherous with each step, and the underbrush became impossible to navigate. More rocks littered your path, forcing you and Jake to veer off into a less dense part of the forest.

The further you went in, the less you knew where you were or how to return to that cliff. The forest swallowed any trace, everything the same yet different.

It was hard when you only had the compass and not your map. With a map, you could potentially figure out where you both were and where you should be heading. The compass only told you the direction you were facing, not where you should go. 

You aren’t sure if you’re even happy the tension back at that cliff had dissipated within an hour, the two of you returning to your normal back-and-forth banter. Jake hadn’t once brought up that question he had asked before the two of you ran into your little friend, and there were no signs he was about to either. 

It was simply the same old, same old, Seresin and Midge. 

Stepping over a fallen tree trunk, you looked up from the ground only to freeze. There, stretching vertically across your path, was a chain-linked fence. It merged and disappeared into the thicket, maybe even a few trees growing through the interlocking pieces of metal. Tackled to one section was a weather-beaten sign, the words and icon on it fading, though you could still make out the message. 

Keep out - Authorized Personnel Only.

You’re not sure if these types of fences were supposed to be out here, dead centre in the middle of nowhere, but the sight of it is less than comforting. 

Jake hadn’t realized you’d stopped, slamming himself right into your back. You tripped forward in a daze but caught yourself before hitting the fence. You spun on your heel, ready to give him a piece of your mind. 

“Look where the hell you’re going, Seresin!” 

“Hey, what’s the big - “Jake cut himself off when he saw what was behind you for the first time. “Oh… a fence.” 

You rolled your eyes, turning back to investigate its sudden presence. You pointed to the keep-out sign. “Look.” 

Jake squinted, then offered a shrug. “It’s probably just the park boundary line.” 

You frowned, peering through the mesh at the expanse of untouched forest that lay beyond. “Or something else. Maybe it’s a dumping ground. You know, where they keep the bodies.” 

Jake rolled his eyes. “Because every remote part of a national park is a crime scene or conspiracy,” he said, his tone dripping in sarcasm. 

You whipped around, pushing on his shoulder. Jake didn’t even move an inch. You felt stupid for even trying. 

"Well, excuse me for being suspicious of a big ominous-looking fence in the middle of a woods that has a keep out sign!" you snapped, your mind now racing with the possibilities, none reassuring.

Jake bit his lip. "You know, this feels a bit like Jurassic Park..."

You closed your eyes. "Jake... No...Don't say it..."

"When they find the raptor pen," he grinned. "And it all goes to hell a few hours later."

"Can you not?" You shudder. "I'm going to be fucking terrified now, thinking something is following us."

Jake rolled his eyes, returning the way you both came. "It's just us, Midge. Come on, scared a serial killer is hiding out in these woods?" he teased.

You murmured something under your breath, following him before turning off at the next apparent break in the forest, Jake having stopped to wait for you to catch up.

You called out into the trees in a sing-song manner, "Psycho Killer, que'est ce que c'est?"

Jake cocked an eyebrow at the back of your head as he followed you. "Ah, the artist listens to music."

"So does the douche," you shot over your shoulder.

"It's Talking Heads. Who hasn't heard them."

You laughed softly to yourself. "Not the Taylor Swift loving groupie's back at the camp."

You internally cringed as soon as the words came out of your mouth. The ill-fated Halloween party flashes in your mind, that girl and him in the bathroom���that damning orange dress. You're glad he can't see your face right now. 

Somewhere behind you, Jake let out a fake gasp. "Now, what do you have against T.Swift?"

You roll your eyes again, pushing away a branch and holding it back until Jake is close enough. "Nothing, personally. I just don't like her music. Or her fandom."

You let the branch go, the leaves rustling as it swung backwards. Jake dodged it just in time when it whipped towards his face. "Midge..." 

"I told you to keep an eye out." 

A smirk tugged at his lips. "You're enjoying this way too much." 

You shrugged nonchalantly, stepping over a fallen log. "Maybe. It's not every day I get to torture someone with my taste in music."

“But it’s Taylor Swift, Midge.” 

You made a disgruntled noise. "Why does every fan of hers like to shit on someone who doesn't like her music? It's not the only thing out there. So, I don't like her music. I'm not a fucking martyr."

You're not sure if you are surprised whether or not the remark didn't incite a reaction from him. From what you've seen online, her fans loved to attack those who didn't share their opinion. Sure, there were good ones. The ones you thought, like with everything, who existed in a minority. The ones who appreciated what she did or even does for music, not the ones who latched on to who she, and in their words, was destroying next. 

Jake seemed like the last person to be a Taylor Swift fan, but you weren't one to judge someone who liked works of art. Jake also loved to rile you up for no apparent reason. He would do this just to piss you off further. 

Realizing the rustling of leaves and branches behind you had ceased, you stopped, twisting to look over your shoulder. Jake stood motionless between two trees, staring at you with metaphorical gears grinding over his head. The sight was unnerving. It left you wondering what he was thinking or perhaps what he was waiting for you to do. 

Or what remark he was currently concocting. 

But no banter was coming from his lips: no eagerness or cocky smirk, horrible statement or condensing glare. The urge to fill this extended silence was building the longer it lasted. It seemed like not saying anything would make it that much worse. You're still trying to figure out why you even wanted to. 

"It's not that I don't want to. I did. Once upon a time," you offer hesitantly. "Things just change, I guess." 

"Didn't like it when she switched to pop?" he asked, offering no hint of emotion, nor did he try to move or lift his eyes. The moment that settled over the two of you was calm, no thick heat or fire in search of something of either of yours to burn. 

It’s perhaps why the following words flew out of your mouth so easily. "More like every mean girl started listening to her music, and suddenly she was the villain icon for everyone to excuse their fucking behaviour.” 

You visibly winced when you realized what you had said. Not because that haunting memory was always at the forefront of your mind when it came to Jake, but because you revealed more of yourself than you wanted him to know.  

You turned to face the path, taking a few steps forward, hoping Jake would take the hint and drop it. But when you didn't hear him try to follow you, you twisted back again to see him still standing in the same spot, his eyes now on you and lighting up with a thousand revelations all at once. 

Then came the shift. The subtle softening of his face gave way to one of regret. 

You hated it.

"You were bullied growing up?" the words come out of his mouth softly. 

You averted your eyes, staring at the ground. 

"Who hasn't?" you laughed ashamedly, shrugging your shoulders. "I mean, you probably haven't... Where do you think I got all this snark?" 

Lies, Maeve. He's the reason you got all this snark. You simply ran away back then. 

"So you don't listen to her music because you were bullied?"

You met his eye. 

Nobody had really asked you about this before. You hadn't offered to tell anyone about it either. Nat loved her, practically worshipped the ground she walked on, and it was apparent now more than ever that Nat would have never understood where you were coming from if you had. 

You're not sure why Jake is that person now, why it's suddenly spewing all out of you. He was the person you spent most of your life hating during and after school. Yet, because of that fact, you knew deep down you had nothing to lose by telling him. 

You didn't lift your eyes when you shook your head. "I didn't. At least, I don't really. Sometimes, now she's making new albums... creating songs that don't bear the same weight in memories. But it's hard to shake the association."

Suddenly, shame wracks your whole body, and you turn away, taking a few steps forward. You want to run. Run like you always have from him. 

This time, you know you can't. 

If you ran, it would doom you both. As much as you wanted to live, the one thing you refused to be responsible for was Jake's death. After all, if either of you got out of this place alive, you'd have no actual reason to be around him anymore. 

Waiting for Jake to follow, you watched a worm twisting its way through the mud. You focused in on its shape, letting your eyes glaze over a blur. Even as Jake finally moved and stopped at your side, waiting for you to step forward, you hadn't taken your eyes off the tiny, helpless creature. No eyes, no mouth that would produce a single sound and from appearance alone, it relied on touch to navigate the world.

A single, lone worm was wriggling in the earth, and you felt you had more in common with it than any single person back at that waterfall. 

You can feel Jake's eyes on you, waiting for you to continue explaining. You know you have to. 

"Sometimes I meet people who think she's giving them permission, sanctioning them, to be mean to people. When really, they're just passing off owning their own mistakes. Or want to get out of circumstances of their own creation."

You sniff, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. "Cause if she says it's okay, then why wouldn't it be?"

Jake's voice was low as he offered, "She can't help how people use her lyrics."

You closed your eyes, a tear streaming down your cheek. "Hasn't anyone ruined anything for you, Seresin? That's not the point."

Jake didn't say anything, merely staring at the side of your face. 

"Whether she knows it or intents it to be or not, she is an iconic Mean Girls Artist." You took a deep breath, opening your eyes and letting them glaze over. "And every time I try to make it better, I'm always brought back to the remarks whispered in the corners of high school hallways. Never being able to defend myself because first impressions are hard to beat. And word of mouth from a person who has their hooks in every person in your grade because you're the weird silent art kid with niche interests and they are the beloved popular girl matters more than any remark I could ever muster the courage to voice and prove them wrong."

Giving into the urge to hug yourself tight, you dropped your chin to your chest, a part of you wondering what Jake would do with this information. A part of you wanted to stop, but the fact that he was letting you speak, you weren't going to. With everything that had happened, you just wanted someone to listen. You just wanted to be heard.

Nat didn’t afford you that chance. But Jake was. He was here. He was listening. Perhaps for the first time since you don't remember when.

How fucking far have I fallen that Jake is suddenly now that person?

You sniffed again, wiping your nose. "I mean, it's not the fake ownership over them saying they might be the problem because of that one fucking song, but me, being the problem for saying anything, for being myself, walking the halls... existing." 

Holding yourself tight, you failed to notice the sad recognition in Jake's eyes. Or how his shoulders dropped or how he took his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“I only shouted ‘bear’ because I was trying to get Jessica and Veronica to leave me alone. Jessica’s… obvious... With her … attempts,” he admitted. “Well, unobvious to Rueben. I hate it.” 

You sniffed, wiping your eyes with the back of your arm. “You weren’t trying to scare me?” 

“No, Maeve, I wasn’t,” he replied earnestly. “It was stupid, and I should have just told them off, but I panicked. And a part of me wanted them to shit their pants… because of how they’ve been treating you. They seemed like the type who would…” 

You sighed, shaking your head, croaking out, “You really are an idiot, Jake.” 

He let out a small, humourless laugh. “Yeah, well... That’s nothing new.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh softly back. 

 "Thank you for telling me,” he finally said after a few moments of silence. 

 You reeled back, staring at him in shock. Out of all the things you expected him to say, that was not it. But Jake's familiar pattern of mocking you, hurling some insult, or trying to hit you where it hurts never came. Instead, he was looking at you like he was genuinely sorry. 

Another few seconds passed before you shook your head and swallowed. "I'm not entirely sure why I did. You're probably going to find some shitty way to use it against me or put it on that list you mentioned."

There was nothing mean in his voice when he shook his head, gently replying, "Not too bad to have on hand." 

You could hear the smile in his voice as he took a step forward, mud squishing under his boot as he took over leading the way. "If I ever do stand a chance of topping your wise-ass remarks."

Despite yourself, despite knowing you'd never see him again after you got out of this park, you let out a small smile as you followed after him.

"Keep dreaming, asshole."

Not so mean, are we now, Midge?

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[softlymaximoff]

Yes, your Highness

18+ ONLY! MEN & MINORS DNI (blank blogs will be blocked you do not have my permission to republish my work onto any platform.

A/N: I’m obsessed with any wanda variant I need help, also this is way shorter than intended and no smut just dynamic play soooo I’m sorry and have fun hopefully you like it

Summary: your princess has had enough of your attitude and isn’t afraid to let everybody know who you belong to.

Characters: Dark!Princess! Wanda, Gn!Reader

Warnings: degrading, humiliation, violence (if you squint I think?), corruption, mind control, pet play, Dom/sub dynamics, choking, breath play, objectifying.

Word Count: 846 😭

"How hard is it to just try and look like you’re grateful for once!" Wanda seethed as she pulled you away from the ballroom. "Wanda it's not my fault your daddy doesn't like me! He’s some mean old prick who hates everyone who even looks at you" You snapped but whimpered as her grip tightened on your arms. "Don't you ever talk about my daddy like that again Y/n. You could cost me the throne you moron!” A sharp slap echoed the hallways and you choked on a broken gasp. Your eyes filled with light tears as you kept your mouth shut, you knew not to talk back. She was in her element and her eyes were slowly darkening to their reddish-hue.

“You are nothing but a stable hand, a dirty peasant, a street rat and if it wasn’t for my daddy, the King, took pity on you you would be fed to the pigs. Do I make myself clear Y/n?” She grabbed your cheeks between her thumb and pointer finger forcing you to slightly part your lips. “Yes, your Highness” you whispered out and almost whined when she let go and rested a hand on the base of your neck. “Speak up dog” her voice was cold and sent chills down your spine.

“Yes you make yourself clear your Highness” you spoke a little louder and she rolled her eyes. “Pathetic. Utterly pathetic” she grumbled and attached her lips to your neck sucking angry marks along your jawline. “I won’t hesitate to make a scene out there to show everyone how ungrateful you really are. Throwing dirty looks at people who are just trying to be nice to their princess” she threatened and you couldn’t help but huff at her words. “Pets don’t speak, what has gotten into your dumb little brain today” she pulled back and searched your eyes to see if you were pushing her buttons purposely or if you were really upset over something.

“Speak mutt, what’s wrong” she raised an eyebrow and you just whined, a moan threatening to escape as she ran a thumb over the many forming bruises along your throat and clavicle. “My princess” You stumbled lightly over your words and looked away when she pursed her lips. “You’re even more pathetic than I thought. Of course I’m yours you silly toy” she smiled softly for a brief moment before steeling her eyes once again.

“Now do I have to ask again, how fucking hard is it to pretend you’re getting along with my father” she narrowed her eyes and grabbed the base of your neck, pushing you against the walls of the open hallway. You whimpered when her hand squeezed with a little more force than normal and she kicked your legs apart, pushing her knee in between them. “You’re such a stupid mutt. So easy to whore yourself out for your princess” she mumbled before she kissed you. Dominating the kiss and biting down on your lipstick covered lips, she sucked harshly drawing a little blood.

“Wanda” you pleaded desperately and rolled your hips as her eyes glowed a deep red. “Shut up” she growled and applied more pressure, almost cutting your breathing off. You eyes slipped shut and you parted your lips for a brief moment and she used that to her advantage, shoving two fingers in. “Suck” She demanded softly and you did just that. “My good pet” She hummed and you looked up at her all doe-eyed.

“Who knew a street rat could be such a good dog for royalty” she chuckled darkly and took her fingers out. Her eyes were now completely red, all traces of green lost. “Huh? My dumb little pet ready to submit. All brainless and needy” her magic floating heavily through your thoughts. You were nothing but a poor lowlife and you were so deeply grateful for everything the kingdom had offered you. A low throaty whine sounded out in the hallway and your knees buckled. “I think we should let everyone know who you belong to” She pulled away from you and took the sight in.

You had an angry handprint disguising itself as a choker collar, your hair was neatly dishevelled from its up-do from earlier and your lipstick was smeared. “You’re mine” she growled before walking towards the common ballroom, your wrists trapped tightly in a single hand of hers. “People of the Kingdom, Mother, Father, I have an announcement to make” She declared and pulled you out in front of her, showing you off like a prized hunt.

“Y/n will no longer be service of the Kingdom but of me. She is to be my pet, my dog, my toy, what ever title I see fit until the sun stops shining on our land. Daddy I know you don’t like her that much but I promise you I won’t let her get out of hand” she finished with a stern nod and turned to you. You were hers. Completely hers and you were to be forever grateful her kingdom spared your life.

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[ceruleanangel]

Diamond of Zaun- Chapter 4

Pairings: Vi x Reader, Silco x Reader

Tags: f!reader, performer!reader

Content Warnings: Drug Use, Angsty Angst, Blood

a/n: writing another chapter of DoZ > studying for my midterms. Guys college is quite literally kicking my ass, wish me luck

Also I made a Spotify playlist for DoZ, pls accept this as my apology for the time this chapter took to make: Diamond of Zaun

Chapter 3

“He’s here for you again Y/n!”

A shiver runs through your body as your head quickly dodges into a hand mirror, brushing strays of hair away from your face, reapplying your new lip tint before setting it back on the table. You smooth your skirt down, lounging into the green vines that rest about the chaise. 

“Let him in.”

You pretend to be enamored by a small novel as the curtain to the room is drawn to the side. The tall silhouette slips into the room, making its way towards you, taking a seat on the table in front of you. You feel the book being guided upwards as he glimpses at the front cover. 

“A love story? I didn’t take you as a hopeless romantic.” your eyes glide up from the words on the page to glimpse into his heterochromic ones. A smirk pulls at your cheeks, “Can’t a girl have her dreams?”   

Your last words are cut off by patrons enjoying themselves next door. He glances back at the book, a rueful smile on his face, “Not here.” 

A moment of silence passes before he takes the book into his own hands and moves to sit beside you on the chaise. He reads the contents of the page to you, your head moving to rest on his shoulder.  Despite the distracting sounds of pleasure from across the curtain and raucous shouting from outside, you shut your eyes, drowning out everything but the melancholic words of romance and grandeur pooling from his mouth. 

It’s only when the cacophony outside becomes too much that his words come to a stop as he folds a tassel into the book, setting it on the side table. You feel Silco’s eyes slide on to you as you knowingly avoid his eyes, a smile slipping on your lips. You feel the warmth of his hand resting on your thigh, “Sweetheart?” “Hm?” 

“May your voice tonight?”

You look up into his eyes and for the first time tonight your cheeks slightly flush. “You desire to hear me sing that much?” you avert your eyes, whispering, “you ask this every time you visit.” Silco chuckles, lowering his head to speak directly into your ear,

 “and I thank the gods everytime you grace me with it” 

You playfully sigh, trying to calm your heart, sitting up. And you take a deep breath, releasing your siren song. 

Current Time 

Your breath grows ragged in your throat as you finally reach the door to the hideout, almost slamming into the door. The doorknob turns in your grip as you enter, your body freezing on the spot as you see her. 

You glimpse her pained expression as she presses her hands to her dripping torso, gritting her teeth, as your blood drains from your skin. It feels as if you’re at the bottom of a lake, the air dragging on your limbs as you take one step, willing your feet towards Vi, coming to a stop a step away. Caitlyn rushes past you, going to sit next to her, feeding Vi some of the liquid. Vi wrenches, bolting upright. You instantly drop down to your knees, cupping her cheek, your thumb tracing her cheekbone, “It’s alright, it’s alright…i’m right here,” 

Vi slowly comes too, her eyes focus on yours, widening. You begin to slip your hand away to give her space but the very next moment her hand is clasped to yours, holding it flush against her face, 

“No…stay.”

You feel your face begin to buckle as you feel a lump in your throat that you can’t quite swallow. Vi’s other hand comes up to brush back your hair, studying your face, the new scar on your nose, the purple tinted triangles under your eyes, the way your ears have been pierced. You in turn search her eyes, looking from one to the other as the tears in your eyes threaten to fall. 

Vi’s mouth begins to open as Caitlyn, who has stood up, mentions their search for Jinx, “...who’s powder?” Vi’s eyes leave yours, looking to where caitlyn stands by the door, she sits up, answering her question. Vi stands and as the two begin to speak once again, but your ears catch an increase of howls. Your hairs stand on end as you rise, moving towards the door, closing one eye to focus your attention through a splinter in the wood. Your blood goes cold, eyes becoming round as you glimpse the tall figure standing, holding his arms graciously to the beggars, poison in hand.

Your head whips around to glimpse Vi also becoming aware of the noises, before you can say anything, her hand is on the knob of the door. Thousands of thoughts fly through your head. Silco never hid that he wasn’t fond of this particular Zaunite, and if he sees you holed up with this particular ghost…

In that split second you fling yourself against the wall out of sight as Vi opens the door. Inadvertently you bump into a pillar that shakes the foundations of the hut, the walls rocking and creaking as the sway. You hear Silco’s voice echo across the chasm, the volume of your heartbeats beginning to drain it out.

All you can hear is the escalating drumming in your ears, as the world becomes a hazy blur of brown and gray…

What if he sees me? 

What if he already saw? 

What’ll he do if…? 

He won’t trust me anymore.

he won’t …need me anymore. 

You’re knocked forward as the splinter brimmed beam behind you sways forward under the force of Caitlyn’s fist. Your vision becomes clear as you’re jolted back into the moment, head shooting up to glimpse the creaking nails slowly being wedged out of their posts. You step back just in time as Vi turns, striking the beam with her fist, the sounds of cracking wood and bending metal filling your ears. Your eyes close out of reflex, arms moving up to shield yourself, before you feel a grip on your wrist urging you forward. When you open your eyes you glimpse the red of Vi's jacket, dodging the falling debris as she guides you both towards the lights of the city.

Looking back, you see Silco cowering on the ground, surrounded by his collapsed minions, the flickering neon light illuminating their hunched, distorted forms. 

As your attention is drawn away you manage to side step on a beam, your ankle giving way, folding under your weight. A strangled cry escapes your throat as you go down, but Vi is quick to wrap your arm around her shoulders, hoisting you both forward. The three of you climb and manage up the ravine to make it to an upper area, you taste the dirt coating your mouth as you heave ragged breaths, unable to keep up. You stop to catch your breath, biting your lip at the dull throb of your ankle. Vi turns to look at you but your attention is drawn by a billowing blue smoke rising above the city tops.

“Powder…” You hear Vi whisper, her eyes glossy. You put together the puzzle pieces in your mind and sooner than you can realize it, you place your hand on her cheek,

“Go to her.” 

She turns back to you, brows furrowed, “No- I’m not leaving you I-”

“Vi” You speak more firmly, “I will be okay…go to her.” You glimpse her lip trembling as she looks into your eyes, jaw clenched. You glance at the smoke once more, whispering

“She needs you more than I do..” you summon a smile of reassurance, trying to distract from the tears collecting in your eyes. Vi looks at you, eyes helpless as she looks from you to the smoke, biting her lips as she thinks. She finally squeezes her eyes shut, launching forward as she embracing you, her death-like grip hardly giving you room to return the touch

“I will be back, I promise.” 

She releases you, hands coming up to cup your cheeks, face inches from hers. You gaze up into her eyes, the world seems to still for this very moment, unable to hear anything other than Vi’s rough voice 

“I-” 

Her mouth hangs open, words on the tip of her tongue, eyes earnest as she searches yours. She blinks hard, eyes casting down

“I promise..” 

She whispers the reassurance to you before turning to sprint down an alleyway towards the smoke, Caitlyn not far behind. You let out the breath you unknowingly held, leaning against a wall, letting your eyes fall shut. Only then does the staggered buzzing of a neon light remind you of another. 

As quickly as you can, you limp back down the way you came, cascading the side of the ravine. You traverse the broken beams and metal sheets. You hear him before you see him, a crazed shout that you’ve never heard from him before. He erratically kicks and yells before going limp on one of the metal beams. You can’t help the shake in your voice.

“Silco…?”

His head whips to meet your voice, his eyes holding a cold hatred that you’ve never seen directed at you. Just as soon as he realizes it's you, his eyes widen turning back to the rubble 

“What are you doing down here? I’ve told you it’s dangerous.”

Your steps are slow, avoiding the debris, teeth grinding as pain shoots up your leg. “I know.” You come forward, placing a hand on his shoulder as he buries his face within his hands. You smooth your hand across his back, sitting alongside him

“That ghost is not dead” he grits out, your hand stilling for a moment, breathe leaving your lungs. You blink rapidly before intaking a breath, continuing your motions

“Let’s go home, Silco.”

Chapter 5 Coming Soon...

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[s4gefr0g]

VENT

I hate that my family just gives me more and more reasons to cut them out in the future. Like, I really really want to keep them in my life but I absolutely CANNOT. I don't even know if it's them being toxic or just me being a whiny bitch. But having them threaten to disown me for joking, mind you I said JOKING, about being married to my BEST FRIEND, who they've MET IRL is insane to me. And then they say they wouldn't care if my little brother goes to jail and are okay with it as long as he marries a woman is INSANE to me. Like really??? Not to mention my mother is now saying she wants to take us to a disciplinary/boot camp for small things (she says because I'm too "messy" and my brother needs to stop sucking his thumb. Like gurl, really???). Also how she always yells at me, calls me tons of things (stupid, useless, unlovable <- it was once but that hurt, and a few other things) and throws things at me for not doing like one thing right. And then there's my dad who just sits there and watches, not even in the same country half of the fucking time because of work. Then he only wants to get involved in my life when I'm "failing" (70% or 60%). Like leave me alone for a second. I can't even deal with my own life without hearing someone calling my name and then I wonder why I feel icky when I'm in the same room as them. I hate them. I hate them so much. And then I feel bad for saying I like them instead of I love them. I want to love them. I really do but I also want to cut them off from my life completely. I don't want to be involved with them.

[makeitmingi]

Cause Baby You’re My Muse [Chapter 4]

Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst

Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)

Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities

Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.

Word count: 3.2K

‘Producer Indigo! Where are you? Are you playing hooky? If so, why was I not invited? - Wooyoung’

You yawned as you looked over at the message from Wooyoung. You have been at KQ for about two weeks already and the boys have all become friends with you. But you had a closer friendship with Hongjoong and Wooyoung compared to the rest.

‘Was working the whole night... Had a meeting end at 11 then have just been working non stop. Didn’t want to lose track of what was discussed for the track. - Indigo’

‘Wait, you’ve been working since 11?! Do you know it’s 10 am now?! - Wooyoung’

‘It is...? Oh, I didn’t even notice. - Indigo’

After meetings, you liked to work immediately, to not lose that creative high. Last night was your first meeting with the JYP producers ater signing the contract with them to produce one of their artist’s songs.

‘Wooyoung just yelled, saying that he can’t believe you have been working for close to 12 hours. You should go to sleep.- Hongjoong’

Yes, you did want to sleep. But first, you needed some food in your system. You went to the kitchen to make yourself some toast because that was what you were craving, toast with jam and butter. And an iced latte since caffeine didn’t have an effect on you. You leaned against the counter to eat your toast, your brain just blank. 

‘Yes, captain. Eating then straight to bed after. - Indigo.’

You sent a picture of your half eaten toast to Hongjoong. He replied with a thumbs up sticker. It was weird, you’ve never shared so much of your life with others before but it was strangely fun to do so with them.

‘Could you come do your drum beat in the studio tomorrow? I did a bit of alteration and cleaning, all we need to do is add your beat. - Indigo’

‘Ah, you should honestly be focusing on refueling and resting for now instead of tomorrow’s work. But I have a schedule tomorrow. I’ll pop by around 4? - Hongjoong’

‘Sounds good. See you. And also, I have to plan for tomorrow because you could be busy with schedules. - Indigo’

After doing the dishes, you went to save your work in your studio and turn off your system. Then you washed up and dived straight into bed. 

RINGGGG

“Hello...?” You drowned out, close to falling asleep.

“Oh, good. You’re resting. Indigo, you can’t keep pulling all nighters like that, it is not good for your health. I know work is important but if get sick, you won’t be able to work for even longer periods of time. Hongjoong hyung always tells us to take care of our bodies.” Wooyoung rambled.

“Right...” You were having a hard time paying attention to him, sleep threatening to consume you the moment your head had touched the pillow. But you were grateful he was concerned for you.

“Wooyoung ah, I think she’s falling asleep already and can’t focus on your nagging.” You heard San in the background. 

“I’ll take him away now, Indigo. Sleep well~” You now heard San’s voice clearly while Wooyoung was yelling.

“Thanks, San... I’ll talk to you later, Wooyoung...” You trailed off as the call cut and you closed your eyes, finally letting sleep take over you. You didn’t know how long you slept for but the sun had set by the time you woke up.

‘Hey! It has been a while since we’ve met up. The boys and I are going for drinks tonight, would you like to come? We can all catch up. - Dean’

The invite came in while you were making dinner, Considering how you haven’t met them for a while, you agreed.

‘There might be press, just be careful. But it’s all familiar faces tonight. - Dean’

He assured you. Despite being older than you, you knew Dean from way back, when you first starting out. Meeting and working with Korean R&B and Hip hop artists was a lot more common than you would expect. And you clicked with Dean immediately, his appreciation for privacy helped him protect your identity from the press. 

‘Thanks for the heads up. They probably heard that you’ve emerged from hiding or something. - Indigo’

Keeping it simple, you wore a black cocktail dress with a leather jacket over your shoulders. To accompany that, you wore some boots. You called a cab and left the house to go to the club.

“Name?” The bouncer asked when you arrived.

“Indigo.” You replied. He shot you a skeptical look, taking in your mask figure. But he nodded and stepped aside for you the enter. 

“VIP is upstairs.” He told you. You gave him a thumbs up and turned to the staircase, away from the other patrons on the first level. Just like Dean said, it was all familiar faces. 

“There she is. Indigo.” Dean smiled, drinking in hand, and came over to give you a big hug.

“It has been a while, Hyuk. How are you?” You asked as you wrapped your arms around him with a laugh. 

“I’m good, it’s been great having a break from everything. What about you? I heard you’re working with KQ now?” He held your shoulders after pulling away. You nodded your head with a sheepish smile. 

“Just freelancing for them.” You said as you both sat down.

“Well, it’s always good to expand your circle and earn experience.” He smiled, handing you a drink with a straw. You clinked glasses with him and took a sip. After that, you proceeded to greet your other friends that were there, having a quick catch up with all of them.

“How has it been working with idols?” 

“Not that bad. I can’t say that all idols are like that but this group is full of hardworking people. They’re always in the studio working and they have good input.” You shrugged.

“Edenary has some good people. And I hear the leader of that group is quite the budding producer.” Dean said.

“Yeah, Hongjoong. He is talented, has producing potential.” You nodded your head. Dean smiled, he was glad you were getting to know more people and you seemed to really like Ateez from the way you were talking about them. 

“I’m proud of you. All your hardwork is getting paid off.” He patted your head and you blushed. 

“I’m going out back for a smoke.” Dean stood up, hands tucked into his pockets. You followed him even though you don’t smoke. 

RINGGGGG

“Excuse me. Let me take this.” You stepped aside to answer the phone. Dean nodded his head, busy typing on his phone as he smoked. When you took your phone out of your pocket, you were not expecting to see a call from Mingi, usually only Hongjoong and Wooyoung would contact you outside of working hours and at such an hour.

“Want to come for movie night?” 

“With you?” You choked, not expecting that. Dean shot you a weird look but you waved him off. 

“Yes? And the boys..At our dorm. I know it’s very last minute notice and we’ll understand if you can’t make it. They just suddenly decided during dinner just now.”

“Don’t worry. The thing is... I’m busy now... Is tomorrow okay?” You asked. On the other side, you heard whispering and assumed Mingi was asking the other boys if they were okay with tomorrow night instead.

“I’m done. Want me to stay here with you until you’re done?” Dean came to you. You pulled the phone away from your ear temporarily.

“No, go ahead. I should be finishing up soon.” You told him. He nodded and headed back in while you pressed the phone to your ear to continue speaking to Mingi. But it was silent.

“Mingi...? You there?” 

“Oh... yeah... The others said they’re fine with tomorrow since you’ll be meeting Hongjoong hyung in the studio. You can just come over with him. Sorry for bothering you.”

“It’s oka-” You didn’t even get to reply before he hung up. Blinking in confusion, you looked at the phone. With a shrug, you put your phone back into your pocket and went back into the club. But you didn’t stay long since it was late and you had to work tomorrow.

“Oppa, can we take a picture with you? Please.” Some girls came up to Dean as you were all exiting. This was your chance to slip away before anyone could notice you or take a picture of you hanging out with Dean. 

“Tell Hyuk I’ll head back on my own. I’ll see you guys soon.” You exchanged hugs with them.

“Don’t be a stranger, Indigo.” They waved. 

On the way home, you did send a text to Dean and another when you arrived home. You took a shower and made some ramen which was always good after a night of drinks. 

-

Since you didn’t drink a lot last night, you were able to wake up and not be hung over. Coffee in hand, you entered KQ. 

“Good morning. There were some packages for you that came in yesterday. They have been delivered to your studio.” The security guard said. You nodded your head and bowed before going upstairs. There were some packages outside of your studio door. You unlocked the door, holding it open with your foot as you dragged each parcel in. 

“Oh.” You unwrapped the acrylic album boxes to put and display your signed albums, as well as some other things to put in your studio. But then, your phone started buzzing.

‘We got caught, Indigo. Sorry. - Dean’

‘Thankfully it’s not breaking news so I think we’re fine. And no one seems to guess or suspect that it’s you. I’ll damage control if you need. - Dean’

Following his message were links to some article, a mysterious girl being photographed with Dean at the club last night. 

‘Who is that?’

‘He comes out of hiatus to show his girlfriend off?’

‘I saw them last night but they were all in a big group and she stood with the rest. Maybe they’re all just friends?’

There were a few comments but not much. Probably because it was common for underground artists to be in relationship and get married. You sighed, leaning back in your chair as you read the comments. Thankfully, no one suspected that it was ‘Prod. Indigo’.

“And they ask why I want to remain a ghost.” You clicked your tongue and left your phone aside to turn on your computer systems. After that, you were only focused on your work.

Besides working on your own projects, you had some meetings throughout the day, with Edenary and with some other company representatives. 

“No one recognised you but just be careful, okay Indigo? Especially since you’re now hanging out with Ateez.” Eden advised.

“It was really just hanging with friends. There was a group of us.” You scratched your head.

“I understand and while you’re not under KQ’s contract and rules, it’s for your safety. Especially if we are protecting your identity.” Eden smiled empathetically. You just nodded, knowing he was in a difficult spot too. 

“I will be more careful.” You assured. You gathered your things and left the studio to continue working, 

“Hmmmm~ Please work out, my melody~” You sang and hummed the melody to yourself out loud as you worked, wheeling your chair between the computer, the MIDI board and your syntehsizer as you needed. When you were done with one section, you would play it back to yourself and make any changes if necessary. Then your doorbell rang.

“Coming!” You removed your headphone and quickly saved your files before wearing your mask and going to answer the door. Poking your head out, you blinked at Hongjoong.

“Hongjoong...?” 

“We were supposed to meet at 4? Remember?” He tilted his head with a smile, laughing at your confused expression. 

“Oh! I did not realise that it was 4 already. Please come in.” You let him into the studio. That was when you noticed Mingi behind him. Mingi stiffly bowed to you and you felt the need to bow back to him.

“I hope you don’t mind but Mingi wanted to tag along.” Hongjoong told you. 

“Sure. Have a seat. The more input the better.” You chuckled and walked back to your desk. Hongjoong grabbed a stool to sit beside you at the desk.

“But I don’t know anything about producing.” Mingi spoke.

“That’s okay. I will gladly accept any opinion and input, it’s still in the experimental stage anyway.” You smiled through your eyes to him before turning back to the computer. 

“There’s still space here. It’ll be better to listen from a closer distance.” You pointed to the spot on your other side after noticing that Mingi sat on the couch at the back. He nodded and grabbed a stool to sit. But unlike Hongjoong, he sat a little further back instead of right beside you.

“So I’ll let you listen to the revised stuff. There’s not much of a change so I think the additional remix beats can still work. The only thing I did was put more emphasis on the guitar rather than the piano.” You explained.

“Okay. Mingi ah, maybe you can come up with some lyrics too.” Hongjoong nodded over to the tall male, who nodded his head, as you clicked around to find the folder in your computer.

“Oh right. You’re the lyricist.” You remembered what Hongjoong told you when you first met him. You played the music and he swayed along. 

“Just have fun with it and experiment.” You told him. 

“Alright. Let’s go.” Hongjoong pulled his sleeves up and began to work. The atmosphere became very serious with all of you focusing on your task. Even Mingi was leaning forward, a serious look on his face. 

“I would try it with less bass and more snare.” Hongjoong said after listening to the track. 

“Go ahead.” You nodded to him to start. 

After working for a while, you decided to take a break. You grabbed a drink from the mini fridge you finally had set up in your studio. You encouraged the two males to choose their own drinks since there were different kinds in there. Then you all sat down together, with them on the couch and you still in your comfy working chair, to talk. 

“Are you okay? We saw the news article... That was you, right? With Dean sunbaenim.” Hongjoong asked.

“Oh yeah. It’s not a big deal. We’re friends but haven’t seen each other in a bit so we all met up as a group. At least no one recognised it as me. I mean, you guys would have because you kind of know what I look like.” You laughed.

“That’s a relief.” Mingi said.

“Thank you for your concern though. But there’s no need to worry.” You assured, assuming Mingi was referring to you being safe despite the news. 

“We didn’t know you were friends with underground artists. Dean subaenim is very popular and talented.” Hongjoong said.

“I mean, I’ve worked with them a lot more. But Hyuk, he kind of helped me when I was first starting out since he was older and has a lot more experience. So I feel grateful to him.” You shrugged. The two nodded their heads. 

“Other than that, you’ve been here for 2 weeks. How has it been?” Hongjoong changed the subject.

“It’s been good. Not much has changed work wise. But I really appreciate how welcoming all of you have been and the care you have shown despite only knowing me for two weeks.” You said shyly.

“Of course, as long as you’re comfortable here. Like San said, we’re all family here. We help each other out and care for one another.” Hongjoong smiled warmly, making you feel even more embarrassed. You were not always the best with expressing feelings and emotions. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever had someone care so much for me before.” You said in passing with a laugh. But the sad looks Hongjoong and Mingi sent you made you retract your statement.

“Ah, no! I don’t- I’m not saying I-” You shook your hands as you grew flustered.

“It’s okay.” Mingi comforted. You chewed on your bottom lip behind your mask, clearing your throat awkwardly.

“W-We should get back to work if we want to end soon.” You pointed to the desk, immediately turning around and wheeling yourself back, so they wouldn’t see your face and you wouldn’t have to meet their eyes. 

You continued to work with Hongjoong as he fine tuned it. Even if he was just adding a beat, you admired how focused and determined he was. He was a perfectionist.

“So, any lyric ideas yet?” Your question was directed at Mingi after seeing him type away on his phone. Your eyes remained on the screen as you added Hongjoong’s beat with some editing.

“Is this an Ateez song?” He blinked.

“It can be. Nothing is set in stone. Just wanted to know if you were inspired or something. Or think there’s a theme to go with the song.” You shrugged. 

“I only asked that because if it is an Ateez song, I would have to write lyrics that can reflect all the members like their style of conveying words. It is different if I was writing for someone else or for myself.” He explained. You nodded your head, processing his rationale. It did make sense and you felt bad for assuming he meant anything negative. 

“I’ve never written lyrics before. It feels too... personal.” You chuckled. 

“You’ve never tried?” Hongjoong asked.

“Of course I’ve tried. Some entertainment companies want the whole package, beat, melody and lyrics for their artists to use. But I think similar to what Mingi said, it’s... for the lack of a better word, vulnerable.” You said.

“I agree. I think there’s a perception that we just pour feelings onto paper and write out whatever emotional line there is. But we also have to know what feelings to separate.” Mingi added.

“Alright, let’s listen to this again.” You pressed play and the 3 of you listened intently. Only when it ended, you saw the smile on Hongjoong’s face.

“I think we got it.” He chuckled. You nodded in agreement excitedly. When music works well, it is one of the most satisfying, heart warming, rewarding thing ever. 

“It’s great. I like it.” Mingi nodded in approval. 

“Good job.” Hongjoong reached out and patted your head, a soft smile on his head. It was something you grew comfortable with him doing. He was really like an older brother and working with him was a breeze, considering the two of you had similar working styles and personalities. 

“It’s thanks to you two. Ah, I’m so happy.” You leaned your head back with a blissful sigh.

“I didn’t do anything. It was all you and the captain.” Mingi shook his head. 

“Your thoughts and opinions helped improve it, Mingi ah. It was good that you tagged along today.” Hongjoong said and you nodded. You saw Mingi blush at Hongjoong’s words, looking away shyly. 

~

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[sunshinesickies]

I wanted to post this while it’s still her birthday, I’ll edit it later. Enjoy my first Cara fic! 🫶 Cara Ward x Female Reader sickfic

Best Girlfriend Award

“I’ll be right over, thanks for calling Gnomes.” You’re already grabbing your car keys as you hang up on your girlfriend’s older sister. You’d already been worried about Cara since you haven’t heard from her today. After everything that happened with her father, your girlfriend has started having days where she can’t get out of bed, or she’ll skip school, or shut herself in her room. Once, after not hearing from her for a whole weekend only to find she’d neglected herself the whole time, didn’t eat, sleep etc, you’d made her promise she’d at least text you every day, even on the bad ones. It could be one word, an emoji even, so you know that if she doesn’t, something’s really truly off.

The drive doesn’t take long and soon you’re pulling into the driveway, quickly getting out and knocking on the door. Naomi answers with a solemn smile, pulling you into a quick hug before leading you up the stairs to Cara’s room. “She hasn’t been out all day. Barely saw her yesterday too. She won’t answer for me but I know she will for you.” You nod giving Naomi a quiet ‘thanks’ before gently knocking on your girlfriend’s door.

“Cara, babes, it’s me.” You call through her door only to be met with silence. You knock a couple more times before using the key Cara had given you. It’s the only one that opens this door and you always have it with you.

You let yourself in, immediately getting engulfed in darkness, the lights off and the shades closed. As your eyes adjust to the lack of light, you start to see the outline of your girlfriend flopped on her bed, looking as if she’d been swallowed by the blankets. “Cara?” You step closer, listening to the steady sound of her breathing which very subtly changes rhythm when you sit down on the side of the bed.

You smirk softly. “I know you’re awake, Car.” Your finger nudges at her blanketed form and she sighs, muttering something about you being too observant. You sit in silence for a moment, waiting for any additional response.

“You gonna tell me what’s up or…” The blankets rustle slightly as you lay down on your back next to her, looking up at the void currently replacing the ceiling. You’ve uncovered over time that sometimes it’s best to wait for Cara to come to you, so you usually try to meet her in the middle. Your only response is a grunt as she scoots further from you. A frown forms on your face. Your girlfriend’s just about the clingiest person you’ve ever met and she never passes up on cuddles. It’s also one of your favorite things about her.

Cara may be tricky sometimes, but reading her is the easiest thing in the world for you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” You hum earnestly, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. In the quiet moments before she answers, you can hear the faintest sniffles. “Nothing it’s ju..ust…” She tries her hardest to stave off the tickle in her nose, knowing the jig will be up in a matter of seconds. Instead, realization hits you when her words are cut off with one soft sneeze muffled into the pillow. You feel her body shake under your palm.

“Bless you.” You rub your thumb along her hoodie-clad shoulder. Cara lets out a louder sniffle. “Why didn’t you tell me, love?” You almost whisper and the softness in your tone finally gets her to turn over to face you. You’re not disappointed, nor are you mad, she knows this. Somehow, maybe because you know each other so well, she knows it’s a genuine question. Your hand moves to cup her cheek which you immediately notice to be much warmer than it should be.

“I-I didn’t want to be a bu…” Her eyes close as she pauses. “…I’m sorry.” She mumbles with a tired sigh. You hum, thumb brushing along her smooth skin. “Cara.” Her name is almost a whisper on your lips and her eyes flutter open. You stare into her deep brown eyes, recognizing her familiar gaze of love, though exhaustion threatens to overwhelm it.

“You will never be a burden to me. Ever.” Your words are so loving, so sincere that she can’t help it when her frown slides into a small smile as a couple small tears roll down her face. “I know.” Her voice is thick and raw. You lean closer and her eyes slip close once more as she soaks in the comforting warmth of your lips as you place a gentle, lingering kiss to her forehead.

When you lean back her eyes are still closed as you use your thumb to brush away a few extra tears from her cheeks. While being vulnerable with each other is something you’ve definitely gotten used to, especially in the past few months, there are still moments when Cara has trouble with it. Even though in most cases there’s nothing else she wants other than you and your touch, she sometimes tries to appear fine if something’s bothering her, especially things like being sick or things she says “aren’t worth it” since she knows she’s been through worse. But each and every time, you remind her that the world doesn’t have to be ending for her to deserve your love and care. You’re there for her, from her worst moments to silly little paper cuts and everything in between, like she is for you.

“You feel really warm, sweets. Have you checked for a fever?” It’s a pointless question to ask, you both know she has one, but the words slip out anyways. “no.” She mumbles back and you offer her a small smile. “How ‘bout I go grab the thermometer and let Naomi know what’s up? She’s worried about you.” Cara frowns at your words—she hates worrying her older sister, but she nods, knowing she hasn’t been fair to her by not telling her either. She opens her mouth but you shake your head.

“You have nothing to be sorry for, for either of us. We just care about you.” You kiss her flushed cheek before getting up. “Be right back.” You promise as you let yourself out of her room. Cara watches you leave, feeling totally pissed that she’s sick, but also grateful and glad to have you. You always make her feel better, and when you can’t you always stay with her until she does.

Cara’s not sure how long you’re gone for. When you left she checked her phone, realizing how late in the day it was. She really didn’t mean to ignore you, she’d fallen asleep early last night and has been in and out of a sleepy-fevered delirium since.

Finally she hears your light steps on the stairs. She’s memorized the sound by heart. Her bones ache and her head spins but she sits up in bed when you walk in balancing a tray with a spattering of random items. The sight makes her smile and her chest feels a little lighter now that you’re back.

“Well you are officially the slowest person on the planet.” She rasps while you set the tray on the end of her bed and sit cross legged in front of her. She rolls her eyes playfully when you scoff, pretending to be offended. “I wasn’t even gone ten minutes!” You defend. “Plus, I had to collect all the essentials for a sick day.” You block her vision of the tray as she tries to see what you brought.

“Patience! Here, this first.” You reach behind you and reveal a thermometer like you said you’d get. Your girlfriend gives you a playful glare but opens her mouth without protest and you place it gently under her tongue, letting her hold the small instrument as you bring the tray to sit between you.

“Now since you can’t interrupt…I’ve got tissues, lozenges, water, Gatorade, medicine, snacks, oh and I made your favorite tea with honey and lemon.” You proudly show her all your goodies as she watches you with soft eyes. “I fear if you aren’t completely hydrated by the end of the day I will no longer hold the ‘best girlfriend’ title.” You add, joking with a light chuckle as you lean closer when Cara takes the thermometer out of her mouth at the beep.

“Um first of all…” She clears her throat. “…I clearly hold first prize for your totally not imaginary award.” Your eyes roll playfully at her retort. “And secondly, I fear I might be too hydrated by the end of today…” She smiles before her tone softens and her face falls serious. “But thank you, y/n. I mean it. I suppose, as much as you know I love a good debate, I think you win.” It’s her turn to roll her eyes as you pump your fist in the air in victory with a shit-eating grin like the adorable dork you are.

“Does that mean you’ll…” You hold up the fever reducing meds and shake them in front of her. While being silly is in your natures and the two of you try and keep things light as often as you can, the high fever displayed on the thermometer worries you. She takes it from you. “Fine, but you have to let me have the good crisps (chips).”

You nod at her fair request as she takes the meds and you get up, moving to dig up some spare pjs you often leave in her drawers for when you’re lounging around her house. When you crawl back in bed with her, Cara holds up the blanket so you can crawl underneath. She immediately snuggles into your side and you hand her the hot tea. Your arm wraps around her shoulder, holding her warmth close to you as she sniffles and takes a long sip.

The thought of possibly getting sick too is just about the furthest thing from your mind, the two of you have always taken care of each other when sick and have agreed that neither of you care about the possible repercussions, you just care too much about each other for that to be important.

You sit for a while, talking, laughing and just enjoying each other. You can’t recall when your hand starts to soothingly run through her soft hair but eventually you offer to braid it for her because you know she loves it when you do. After that you lay down further into the covers. Cara yawns and while you know its best her for to get more sleep, you easily give in when she begs you to watch a show with her. You’ve never been able to resist those wide, deep puppy-dog eyes.

After a few episodes though, Cara’s eyes start to droop and when you finally turn off your phone, she doesn’t protest. Instead she just curls further into your arms, closing her tired eyes. You tuck your hand under her hoodie, fingers beginning to gently dance along the smooth skin of her back. “Y’know…” She mumbles against your chest. “…you definitely win.” She whispers in a sleepy daze, her voice low and soft and a little raspy. You can’t help but melt as her adorableness.

“I don’t know, love, I’d argue it’s a tie.” You murmur back with a kiss to her hair. Cara chuckles softly. “I love you.” She hums, drifting off to sleep almost immediately, but not before she hears your soothing whisper in the dark echoing her sweet sentiments. You smile, closing your own eyes when you feel your girlfriend finally fall into her much needed rest. The both of your hearts beating low and rhythmic as you both know you’re home in each other’s embrace.

[fallingdownhell]

Zhongli x fem reader's first time 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Now this will be interesting👀

Pairing: Zhongli x female reader

Content: female bodied reader; she/her pronouns for reader; virginity loss; first time; praise; penetration; use of nicknames; a little bit of overstimulation; multiple orgasms

Word count: 1,7k words

Have fun reading! I know I did while writing this..

Minors do NOT interact!

You threw your head back into the pillow as you felt another one of his fingers enter you, adding a bit more to your pain.

The intrusion felt foreign, it wasn't like anything you have ever felt before, making you feel uncomfortable.

A single tear escaped your eyes, rolling down your cheek. Not even a second after, you felt Zhongli's soft lips on your cheek, kissing the tear away.

"Are you alright, darling? Do you need me to stop?", he asked you, leaning closer to you, studying your face and reactions thoroughly. You managed to open your eyes, looking at him.

His eyes held so much love and adoration for you. You knew that if you were to ask him to stop this, he would do so, no questions asked, no matter how much he was yearning for release himself.

You could see through the outlines of his pants how hard he was, clearly turned on by this. Apart from his pants, he was naked as well, only keeping them on to not pressure you into doing anything you didn't want to do, as well as to not intimidate you with his size.

You took a few deep breaths in and out, before shaking your head.

"N-no.. I want to.. keep going.", you said with a shaky voice, the pain gradually ebbing off, turning into pleasure instead.

Zhongli didn't move again immediately. Instead, he took a few more moments to look at you, confirming that you actually meant it, before he began moving his two long fingers inside of you again, moving them in and out in a slow, steady pace.

You closed your eyes again at the feeling, squinting them as you threw an arm over your mouth, trying to stiffle the noises that threatened to escape you. It would have worked if it weren't for Zhongli suddenly attacking your sensitive neck with his own lips, kissing the skin there.

A soft moan slipped past your lips and you started to finally relax a little bit into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his fingers inside your hole. Then, in the next second, you felt some pressure on your clit as well, as he moved his thumb over it, slowly circling it, adding more to your pleasure.

You sucked in a breath at the feeling, having never felt pleasure like this before in your life. Feeling Zhongli smile against the skin of your neck, he pulled back a bit to pull you into a deep, passionate kiss.

Relaxing even more into his loving touch, he increased the stimulation he was putting on your clit, making you moan into the kiss.

Breaking the kiss, you tried to catch your breath again, suddenly feeling a third finger prodding at your entrance.

"That's it, my love. Just relax for me, it's gonna be alright.", Zhongli whispered against your ear, kissing the shell of it before wandering down to your neck again, sucking a mark there.

You tried your best to listen to him, but you couldn't help clamping up a bit at the intrusion. Zhongli, obviously noticing this, began slowly circling one of your nipples with his free hand, playing with your breast, while going down and licking the other with his tongue.

Thanks to the added, pleasurable feeling, you ease up more, making it easier for him to move his fingers inside of you. Now, his slow, steady pace started to pick up more and more, as he was now also stroking your clit in earnest.

He let out a deep moan against your skin, feeling you clamp down on his fingers. He couldn't help but imagine how it would feel if it was his cock instead..

He started moving faster and faster as your moans increased in volume, determined to make you come at least once before he would think about his own pleasure, even though his dick was aching for attention by now.

"Z-Zhongli.. I..I'm-", you got cut off by yet another one of your moans. Moving your hips against him, helping him in moving his long fingers inside of you. He was hitting just right every time he thrusted into you again and again, and his thumb moving on your clit just made this so much better.

Your hands gripped his hair, holding his face pressed against your breasts, not that he minded though. He was already in heaven, seeing you like this, knowing that he was making you feel this good, only made his chest swell with pride even more.

"Yes. You're doing so good for me, darling. Do it, come for me." His words were muffled against your skin, but you were still able to understand him just fine.

As if his words were the last straw you didn't know you needed, you were suddenly overrun with immense pleasure as your whole body began to tremble and twitch in his hold. You were clamping down on his fingers as the pleasure just seemed to get more and more.

Zhongli moaned against your skin, a deep sound vibrating through your body as he felt you release on his fingers. He continued moving his hand, prolonging your orgasm, helping you get the most out of it.

Once he felt you relax against the mattress, breathing heavily, he carefully pulled his fingers out of your pussy and climbed up so that he was now towering over you. He looked down at you, your expression undescribable to him, tears running down your cheeks but he knew they were caused by the pleasure.

He admired you for a few more moments before leaning down and capturing your lips into a kiss again. You were still a bit out of it, but you soon came back to your senses.

He was moving on top of you, his still clothed erection pressing against you, making you let out another moan at the feeling, confirming to you how much he was enjoying this himself.

Your hands moved from his shoulders down to the waistband of his pants, slowly pulling it down along with his underwear, leaving him completely naked as well now.

He broke off the kiss, looking down at you, seeing how you were eyeing him. He couldn't help the smirk that formed on his lips as he leaned down to give you a loving peck on your forehead.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll be careful. If ever you feel uncomfortable, don't hesitate to tell me, alright?"

You nodded, bracing yourself, knowing that it would most likely hurt. Zhongli noticed this, giving you a few other reassuring pecks on your face as he took a hold of his cock, giving it a few quick pumps, then lining himself up with your hole.

He looked into your eyes, making you look at him so that you would focus on him, then slowly started pushing into you.

You immediately squinted your eyes closed at the feeling. He was so much bigger than three of his fingers. It was uncomfortable and it hurt, but not enough that you wanted him to stop.

So, you took a deep breath, trying to force your body to relax and nodded, signaling for him to continue. However, he didn't move right away again. Instead, he reached down between your bodies, rubbing your clit, assisting you in making you relax again.

It helped, you started to loosen up more and he started to slide the rest of his cock inside you. Once he was finally all the way inside, you felt so full. You knew he was big, but you would have never thought that it would feel like this. Like your entire body was filled to the brim with just him..

A single tear escaped your eyes again, and Zhongli leanded down to capture it again, placing a soft kiss on the tip of your nose.

"Are you alright, my love?"

You nodded again, gradually getting used to the feeling of his cock inside your pussy, slowly getting turned into pleasure.

"Y-you can.. move.", you told him with a shaky voice, bracing yourself again.

He did as your requested, starting out slow and steady. He pulled out almost all the way, leaving only his tip inside of you, before thrusting in again in one quick, smooth motion.

Zhongli burried his face into the crook of your neck, panting loudly, but otherwise, no noises left him except for a groan here and there.

His thrusts gradually became faster at the feeling of your walls clamping down on him. It was even better than he had imagined before. You were obviously struggling with his size and somehow, that only excited him even more.

You hooked your legs behind him, your arms throwing themselves around his shoulders, holding him in this position. He wasn't able to move away from you anymore, not that he would ever want that in the first place.

He placed one hand into your hair, making you arch your neck so that he could mark you up there, while his other hand continued to rub circles into your clit.

Seeing as you were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, you were already close again.

"Ahh! Z-Zhongli! I'm- I'm close!", you tried telling him, hoping that he might slow down so you could enjoy this for a bit longer. However, he only increased the speed of his thrusts at this, rubbing your clit even harder than he had before.

"Mmm, me too, darling. I'm close too.", he spoke against your skin then continued to mark you up like it wasn't enough already.

You wanted to say something else, but in the next second, pleasure overtook you again as your second orgasm of the night washed over you. You cried out, moaning at the intensity of it all, your body trembling as the walls of your pussy clamped down on his cock over and over.

Zhongli let out a deep groan at the feeling, making a few more thrusts into your pussy before pulling out. He came all over your stomach, painting it in white.

You were both breathing heavily, exhausted. Zhongli fell down next to you on the mattress, pulling you close against his chest. He really wanted to get up and get a towel for you so he could clean you up.

But right now, he needed to feel close to you first, tell you how good you made him feel and how much he loved you, before he would take care of your every need. After all, he devoted himself to you, so he would take care of you, no matter what you needed of him...

[sonofatoasterwaffle]

Port in a Storm

“Hey, Buck, could you-“ Hen's hitting the top step when he hisses back “Shh!” 

She glances at Chimney for a sanity check, considering cuffing the back of Buck’s head for that, but he’s sitting on the couch, stock still, Eddie snoring gently against Buck’s shoulder. “Can’t move.” He explains.

Hen has to chuckle. “He’s not a cat, buck” 

She drops into the armchair closest to him, and he stops scrolling his phone with his free hand to look at her. “If I’m a golden retriever, Eddie is most definitely a cat.”

Chim nods like he can’t argue as he takes the seat across from them. “Hates attention except when he doesn’t, very protective over his young, great hair.” He counts off each thing as he says it. 

Hen supposes she doesn’t disagree. “He’s not sleeping at home right now, is he?” 

Buck sighs. “Based on the twitter links he’s been sending in the middle of the night, it seems like no.” 

Eddie, for his part, seems well and truly out. He’s sprawled low on the couch, boots bumping up against the coffee table, head lolled to the right against Buck and his arm slung over Buck’s leg, fingers curled under Buck’s knee like he’s afraid his human pillow might abandon him. “Has he been like this since I went to run flashcards?” 

“I literally can’t feel my arm.” Buck admits, but it doesn’t sound like he has any intention of moving. 

“You gotta feel for the guy.” Chim says, biting into a muffin from a batch someone left earlier this week. “Kid at home, dealing with grief, dealing with us.” 

Hen hums. At least he’s not alone, she thinks, catching the soft look in Buck’s eyes as he glances down at Eddie. She’s not sure if those two will ever realize what they have, but she supposes it doesn’t really matter as long as they don’t give it up. “So, you can’t help me move the medical supplies shipment.” 

“Performing a public service, here, Hen.” 

Chim snickers something about exactly what kind of servicing Buck would like to do for Eddie, but he’s resolutely ignored. Hen supposes Buck’s right. High-strung Eddie is annoying and sleep-deprived Eddie is pathetic and both at once makes her parenting instincts flare up like crazy, so it’s better for all of them if he gets a little rest. Even at the expense of Buck’s circulation. 

Eddie murmurs something in Spanish, nuzzles his nose into Buck’s neck and breathes deep. Buck’s as red as the ladder truck but he still doesn’t move, except to flip Chim off. “Leave him alone.” 

Chim throws up his hands, still grinning. “Easy, loverboy, I’m not coming for your man.” 

And Buck looks absolutely murderous but he’s powerless to stop Chimney from snapping a picture. He does leave the finger up for it. “I could easily throw you.” He threatens when his phone chimes with the inevitable group chat notification. 

“But Maddie would be so sad if you murdered me.” 

“Yeah, maybe you should think about that before doing murder-worthy shit.” 

Eddie stirs a little, and Buck relaxes back into the couch, free hand reaching over to thumb over Eddie's arm, and he immediately settles. “You guys are so gross I love it.” Chim crows, snapping another photo. 

“At some point, he’s gonna wake up, and then you’re gonna have to start running.” 

Hen goes back to her flashcards. Chim’s on his own with that one, she’s not taking the bullet for teasing she didn’t get to do. She gives Buck a sympathetic smile when he grouses “I’m never gonna hear the end of this, am I?” 

“Price you pay for being such a good best friend.” 

Buck rolls his eyes at her intoned best friend. “You’re on my list, too.” 

“Finally.” Bobby says in relief when he sweeps into the kitchen to start prep. "I was about to cut him loose if he didn't chill out." He points at Buck. “Don’t move.” 

“That’s what I said!” 

Also on ao3

[werrrrrd]

CHARLES XAVIER X OC

Part I

PLEASE GO TO PREVIOUS CHAPTERS ON MY BLOG FOR WARNINGS!!!!

AN:Hey again! Here's the first non prologue bit. If you skipped to here that's ok. I'm gonna mention again that it doesn't follow the plot very much, setting and timing is off, I lowkey just made up stuff so that I could write the story how I wanted to haha. Just ignore that yeah? Anyways here you get to see a lot of Mays power development which was so fun to write and also you get some CHARLES action FINALLY! Once again please ignore plot holes, cut me some slack, I really don't care enough about fixing them haha, some things that happen were not really supposed to be possible in the movies but FOR SAKE OF THE STORY i made them possible. Also her power limitations are very vague and inconsistent, I know but once again, it's for the plot! Obviously that makes things not make any sense but here we are and it is what it is. 

“May, are you listening?” Frost asked me. My head snapped towards her and Shaw, who was threatening Hendry out on the deck of the boat, making sure no one else had been told of the deal they had made previously. Shaw paused to look at me.

“Sorry,” I said. Shaw tisked at me. I stifled a worried feeling that rose up in my belly as he fiddled with the ring on his pointer finger. One touch on the dial that was hidden in the intricate design of the ring and my shock devices would go off. Usually he didn't care when I wasnt paying attention to him but if I caught him in a bad mood he would be happy to indulge in a little pain. 

I zoned back out once Shaw began talking to Hendry and had taken his thumb off the ring. So much time had passed. I had come to realize pretty quickly I would not get out of this situation on my own accord. Something had to happen in order for me to be able to get away. I used to watch for opportunities constantly. After years of nothing presenting itself I had grown weary and lost faith in even the hope of escaping Shaw's control. I was on a very short leash and probably would be until Shaw was killed (which didnt seem likely with his powers) or until Shaw killed me. 

You had better believe that when I found out Shaw was a mutant I was furious. How could he do all that he did to his own kind? Of course when I tried to have a go at him he only turned the dial up until I was brought to the ground.

I jumped at the loud sound of an explosion. Shaw was containing it until he absorbed it and shook at the new energy he consumed. Hendry looked at him in disgust and horror. Soon after Shaw killed hendry in a blur of light and soon it was just us on the sunny deck of the yacht.. 

Things settled down, Shaw offered us all drinks and we all sat on the boat as things got dark. They, mostly Shaw and Emma, chatted while I stayed quiet as the sun set. 

***

After a couple hours of sitting and thinking out in the warm air, I felt the heartbeat of someone coming closer towards us from further off in the ship. I would have waved it off as a crew member or hired guard of shaws, if the heart wasnt beating so painfully quick and catching my attention. I sat up as I felt the persons blood inch nearer to us.

“What is it May?” asked shaw, noticing my concerned face

“Someones here.” I said. Shaw didnt seem worried at this information, He thought he was untouchable. Unfortunately so far, he had been. 

The body got closer and Shaw sat and waited for who ever it was to present themself. 

“Herr doctor,” 

We all stood defensively as a man came around the corner holding a knife. Shaw waved us off and spoke to him in german calling him Erik Lehnsherr. He had murder in his eyes as he approached shaw and Emma confirmed his intentions that he wanted to kill Shaw.

The man fell to the ground in pain as Emma invaded his mind. Shaw spoke more and Emma defended him as Erik threw his knife through the air with impossible precision. She caught the knife and then threw him off the boat. We heard a loud splash but then we heard the loud sound of a boat horn and flares being sent into the sky from behind us. The U.S coast guard announced itself and demanded that we dont move our ship.

Based on the heart rates of everyone it was something we were concerned about. I shook out my arms, suddenly feeling a rush of adrenaline. Soon enough people were running about, people who werent from our crew

AN: If you couldnt already tell the story goes off course here and I kind of do my own thing because it would be boring for me to write a story so closely based off the plot line of the movie.

The costal guard boat had come up next to our ship. Our own crew ran around at Shaws orders to get the submarine prepared.

are they… attacking?? I could hardly tell with so much commotion.

“Grab Shaw!” someone yelled. Now I could tell they were fighting. But I couldn't tell where Shaw was, I whipped around trying to make sense of things, my team was all over the place fighting different people, some unofficial looking military soldiers were mixed about with a few people in more casual outfits. Shots were being fired but none at me.

I stumbled out further towards the action without getting too close. Then I saw Shaw running at me, at least three people chased behind him and as my own team noticed they  followed too. Shaw pointed at the ring on his finger menacingly as he approached, as a reminder of what he could do to me. I took a wide stance after Shaw placed himself behind me and felt the blood of everyone in the vicinity. I picked out the ones that I wanted and stopped them all using my hands to get better control. The ones who stayed in motion were from my side. They came and surrounded Shaw defensively and raised their own hands in case I lost control. I didn't lose control these days. I could hold at least 25 people at once and I didn't nearly kill them while doing so. I had seen my powers grow at an exponential rate for the last few years. I learned I could do more than just hold on to blood and move it. 

“What's happening?” One of the other team said. She was a blond girl who seemed like she hadnt expected to be in combat based on what she was wearing and the fact that she didnt have any weapons. “Whos is doing this?”

One of the men spoke. I hadn't noticed him before but now I got a good look at him and something inside of me shook at the sight of him, a resolute look on his face, determined, but nothing evil or malicious. He was also seemingly unprepared for combat. Two fingers were frozen pressed on his temple and a subtle wince was on his face.

He gave me an expression that I couldn't read. Suddenly I felt a slight pressure in the back of my skull near the shock devices that were implanted in my neck and on my spine. Something was in my head and somehow I knew it was him. His brows furrowed in focus and I felt him rifle through my mind. A thought came into my mind about my mutation and I knew that he was searching for my abilities. 

“Its her, in the middle” he said “It's our blood that she can control,” He spoke with something that almost sounded like wonder in his voice. He let out a curious breath and blinked at me

 I widened my eyes at him before trying to push him out. I felt him move on from just reading my thoughts and felt him get control of my actions, My brain suddenly wanted to let him go. I recognized that he was responsible for this thought and felt the anger coming on because he was overriding my powers. I did my best to resist his advances. I felt him hesitate before pushing harder. Then I felt the slight buzzing of my shock devices. The man's actions stuttered as he must have felt the electricity threatening to increase if I didn't do something quickly. I yanked the man's hand away from his head in order to halt his powers and he didn't react quick or strong enough to stop me. I felt the connection break and my mind was occupied by only me.

Shaw praised me by patting my arm as he came to stand in front of me now that the danger was gone.

I turned back at the man who now looked at me just as intensely as I had been looking at him. There was a sharp clarity in his eyes I had not seen before in anyone. My gut twinged inside of me and I didn't know why. Shaw started speaking to the group about how he could not be stopped with his incredible team of mutants but my eyes stayed locked with the strangers. Everyone else's attention was on Shaw. He stayed watching me. He had been in my head. Not even Emma had been in my head, Shaw saw no need, knowing he had total control over me.

I expected to feel violated by someone else in my mind, a space only I had ever been inside. But this man had entered my mind with what felt like… respect, or reverence? He didn't go as far as he could have and I knew that it was intentional. My eyebrows furrowed as I tried to understand. And now, even though he wasn't in my head, I could feel my brain reaching out to him, to be connected to his.

 I shook myself out of my stupor just in case I could actually make contact with him without his hand on his temple. I felt embarrassed that my mind wanted him to do that, I knew better. I couldn't make sense of the reaction I was having right now. So I tried to focus on Shaw’s speech which seemed to be droning on more than necessary. The things he was saying were horrible and I felt a slight guilt wash over me at the things I was helping him to accomplish. I hoped that these things wouldn't happen, but I also knew that I had no control over helping him. I had started to go numb and detach myself years ago. This was my life and there was nothing that could be done. 

I glanced back at the man. He was still watching me. My heart rate sped and when I reached out to feel his blood and heart rate, mine only quickened. He somehow knew that I was listening. His expression changed oh so subtly. It was barely noticeable. He almost smiled at me. Quickly I stopped listening to his heart and looked away. I felt my mind reach out to him again and I snatched it back up before it could get there.

Suddenly there was a commotion happening in the water next to us. Shaw took this moment to get out and went for the hatch to the submarine. I stood for just a second longer and glanced at everyone before resting my eyes on the man whose eyes now flashed between mine and the anchor that was levatiating above us ready to smash down. I widened my eyes before sidestepping to follow after my team who took off. I held everyone in place while getting some distance between us and them. Once I got too far I couldn't keep my hold on their blood and they were let out of my control. The ship was crumbling as I went down the steps and hallways catching up with Azezel and getting ushered into the hatch. 

We took off, but something was slowing us down, the submarine was already rather slow. I realized Erik must have been able to control metal, from the way he was able to throw the knife, and he must have been the person with the anchor who was tearing up the yacht we were just on. He must have been holding on to the submarine as well. 

Shaw didn't seem worried that he would be able to stop us though. Finally I felt the sub move ahead with no restraint. We got a ways away before I gave myself a moment to think. 

Who was that? I didn't understand why I felt the way I felt when I looked at him. It was only a moment after that that I felt him reenter my brain.. I stopped suddenly, my eyes going wide and mentally clamoring to figure out how to get him out of my head. Also onfused at how he could reach me from this distance. We weren't incredibly far but we were at least 100 meters away at this point. 

“Don't worry,” I heard his voice speak. It was soft and smooth with a nice accent and I liked it. I didn't like that I liked it. I whipped around wondering if he had somehow got onto the ship or if he was just saying these things in my head somehow

“I wont mess around with your thoughts or memories, I just want to see where you are going,” He explained. I gulped walking towards the main room behind the team.

“You did good today. Keep it up,” Shaw pulled me toward him by the arm. I saw him grinning out of the corner of my eye. His teeth glinted in the light before I pushed off of him

Shaw had noticed my face. “Is something the matter?”

I could tell them that the man was reading my mind and he could do something to make it impossible for the man to find where we were going. Or Emma could figure out some way of stopping him from reading my mind, but I somehow knew she wouldn't be able to control him with the distance, somehow, I knew that it was just me and him who could. I was more worried Shaw would make me kill him. If I got close again I could shut everything off, his entire body, and he would die. I hated to kill people for Shaw, but I found out quickly that refusing didn't do anything but harm me as well as kill them in more gruesome and painful ways. If I didn't do it he would beat me and shock me to teach me a lesson after ending them himself. I shivered, even though this man had tried to manipulate my thoughts, I didn't want him harmed, especially not killed.

“No, everything's fine. I'm good.” I responded shortly

Shaw looked at me suspiciously before turning around to go. I kept walking to my private room on the sub. I still felt weird about letting the man find out where we were going. I didn't want to put myself in danger. But I couldn't think of a better option.

“Do you usually betray Shaw or should I be flattered?” I heard his voice speak in my head again again. I frowned and tried not to say anything.

“Ill take that as a yes then?“ he questioned

Shut up!” I whisper yelled. It came out just a tad louder than I had hoped. I looked around to make sure no one had heard. It was empty so I continued “You don't know anything!!”

I could practically feel him smile. My nostrils flared in annoyance, but somehow, I wasn't angry. 

“You're right. I don't know anything," he said honestly. My annoyance fizzled out and I was left with a content feeling I wasn't expecting. Was I giddy?  My stupid head was buzzing with him connected to it. I tried to force that feeling out. I hoped he couldn't tell. He didn't say anything about it if he could

 “You don't really want to be there do you?” his voice sounded gently in my head

“Okay,” I said frustrated again. Why was this guy questioning me. He should just mind his business at this point. ”who even are you?!” I asked louder now that my door was shut and I wasn't worried about someone hearing me talk to myself.

“Excuse me for not introducing myself,” He said like he was actually concerned that he hadn't shown me any manners. “I'm Charles Xavier.”

I looked around confused and almost amused. Baffled by this mans actions.

“And you…?” he asked carefully

“You didn't go through my memories to find out?” 

“No, I only do that when I absolutely need to.” He said his voice revealing to me that he was smiling again

“Well that's a surprise,” I say before taking a seat on my bed.

“I assure you, I wouldn't do that.” He says and somehow I believe him. 

I think for a second wondering whether there's a way to get him out of my head. I can't think of anything and for some reason I don't take a very long time to come up with something. Before I even register it It slips out

“May. That's my name.” I almost gasped when I heard myself. I hadn't meant to tell him.

“It's lovely to meet you, May,” He spoke. The way he spoke it though… made my heart slow and my mind quiet. Made me want to close my eyes and sigh. I swear the air in my room stilled. 

I cleared my throat “ahem, it's uh.. nice to meet you too.” There was another brief pause

“Well, May, I… I suppose I should say goodnight, As pleasant as this has been Im afraid our time is nearly up.” Charles said. I could feel it too, our connection losing strength as we got further from each other

“Yeah, goodnight Charles.” I said, for some reason, reluctantly. 

“Night,”

After that I could feel him disconnect from me. My mind felt fuzzy from the sudden break in contact. My thoughts reached out for him again but seemed to realize the distance and drew back. I shook myself out of my stupor and smacked my head a few times. 

I stood to take off my jacket, first emptying my pockets and unholstering a couple concealed weapons I kept on me just in case. Then, I sat at my desk and took out my hair. I took a few seconds to massage my head, trying to get the feeling I got when he left to go away. Then I dragged my hands down my face, thinking about how long the day had been. I sighed and went back to bed. I kicked off my shoes, not bothering to take off my pants or shirt. It would be an early morning tomorrow and usually I didn't have the time to get ready before I was needed. I pulled the thin sheets over me and rolled onto my stomach before putting my arm under the flat pillow to give my head some more support and closing my eyes to sleep. It was early for bed but I didn't have anything better to do and I found that sleep was the-

“Thank you” His reconnection startled me out of my thoughts as I felt the, not unpleasant pressure, return to my skull. It was dim and the message was soft and distant but I could still feel it. “For not ratting me out I mean. I know you could have done something to stop me and you didn't.”

I stayed quiet for a while. Was he trying to make me feel bad about betraying Shaw or did he actually mean it? What was he getting at?

“Sorry um… goodnight again.” He said. He must have understood my confusion and hesitance to answer. I felt him going to disconnect again but I didn't want him to. My brain cried at the thought of him leaving and I didn't think quick enough to stop myself.

“Wait no! I- well, you're welcome I guess. It's not….” I stumbled out before he could fully pull away. I couldnt think of how to explain myself, I didnt really feel like I should. Shaw would be absolutely livid if he knew I was talking to the enemy

“Im a little confused i think” I finished not knowing what else to say

I heard him breath out a puff of air and then speak “about what exactly?”

“Well, you I suppose.” I said honestly “and maybe just… everything.”

He hummed “that must be tiring.” he said understandingly and sympathetically. I rolled back on to my back and put my hands over my eyes. 

“It can be.” I said. I didn't really want to open up to Charles, and yet, at the same time I REALLY wanted to. I couldn't understand what this urge was. Maybe he was messing with my mind, convincing my subconscious to trust him. But would that really be so bad? Shaw was a bad person and if talking to Charles was going to help his team take Shaw down, maybe that was a good thing. Regardless I didn't feel like Charles would do that. Somehow I trusted him. More than I had been able to trust anyone, at least, since Lou. 

No matter how much I wanted to help Charles and no matter what this unexplainable reason for that was, I needed to survive, self preservation was my main goal. If that wasnt the case I would have died a long time ago. If I was going to communicate with Shaws enemies I had better be careful about it.

“Are you alright?” Charles’ voice said softly in my head. I thought for a second. I wasn't, no. But things could be worse. Shaw had not shocked me too terribly today. He didn't beat me either. I didn't feel hungry and I wasn't as exhausted from using my powers as much as I could be some times.

“Yeah. I'm alright.”

He hummed again. I could tell he was not convinced with that answer but he didn't push it.

“Thanks… for asking.” I said softly and still slightly confused. It had been a long time since someone had asked me that and seemed to actually care. It filled my heart with a warm feeling. I had seen this man for the first time in my life only an hour ago and he cared enough to ask me if I was ok. 

What was his angle though? If he just wanted to see where we were going for as long as he could he could have just done that, felt what direction we were heading in and then disconnected once he knew enough. But he was talking to me, asking me if I was ok. He didn't seem smart for that.

I waited, for a response, my eyes closing and sleep starting to come to me. He didn't wait much longer before speaking pulling me slightly awake again.

 “Sure love. Any time.” His voice became more muffled with the growing distance, I knew soon we wouldn't be able to communicate. hearing his words I couldn't help but smile in my drowsy state. I think maybe I even blushed, but I didn't care and I doubt he even knew. After that I must have fallen asleep because I don't remember feeling him detach from me.

 I slept so well that night that when I woke up I thought for a second that I was in my childhood room on a Saturday morning without a care in the world.

[luvidove]

Under the Cherry Blossoms

Pairing one- Jay!exboyfriend x Y/N!reader

Pairing two- Heeseung!Roomate x Y/N!reader

Features- Jake from ENHYPEN

w/c : 3.2k

Warning: Fluff, Angst, breakup, reader gets sad supa sad. None of the people I’ve used for this small story has nothing to do with this in real life! Purely fiction (besides my personal experiences that I’ve slipped in here). ALSO THIS IS NOT PROOFREAD I WROTE THIS AT A CAFE PLS I’M SORRY.

A/N- I hope you guys like this short story! I decided to write this as I’ve been dwelling on it for a while and I thought I’d write something short for my big project!

What is this about?-

Amidst academic pressures and personal turmoil, your close relationship with your once caring boyfriend, Jay, turns to a dramatic confrontation in the middle of a storm. Stranded and overwhelmed, you find solace in your roommate’s unwavering support. Seeking a fresh start, you both visit a botanical garden where you plant cherry blossom seeds, symbolizing each other’s growth and the start of a new chapter. As you navigate you evolving relationship, you and Heeseung discover the beauty of a love that blossoms from genuine care and understanding.

This year has taken a toll on you. The demands of school have drained your energy, leaving little time for anything else. Your friendships have faded into the background, and your relationship has been stretched thin. Your boyfriend has become increasingly frustrated, feeling neglected and pushed aside. Tonight, as you both stood in the middle of a deserted street, he finally snapped.

“I’m tired of this!” he yelled, his voice cutting through the night. “You never have time for me anymore. It’s always about your studies.”

You tried to explain, your words tumbling out in a desperate attempt to make him understand. “I’m just trying to survive this semester. You know how important this is to me Jay.”

“Do you even still want me? Have I not done enough for your stupid head?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed, staying his frustration.

You look at him in disbelief. “ Yes, of course I do. I love you!” You reach for his hand, but he snatches it to his side in disgust.

“You know what- fine! I already had someone better than you if something happened between us. Glad I was right…you make me sick.” He stressed.

You were appalled. His anger boiled over, and before you could say anything more, he turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, stunned and alone.

The sky had been threatening all day, and now, as if on cue, the heavens opened up, drenching you in a sudden downpour. Thunder rumbled ominously above, and you realized with a sinking feeling that you were miles away from your apartment, stranded in an unfamiliar part of the city.

You were supposed to be heading to a nice restaurant for your date with your now ex boyfriend. Though, it all changed when you replied to an email from your teacher.

You pulled out your phone, your hands trembling as you scrolled through your contacts. You hesitated when you reached your boyfriend’s name, your thumb hovering over the call button. But doubt crept in, and you quickly locked your phone and shut it off, unable to bring yourself to reach out to him.

This part of the city was unfamiliar, almost rural, and far from clean. You felt a shiver of unease crawl up your spine as you looked around, the rain blurring your vision. No buses or taxis would come here, not at this hour, not in this weather. You were completely alone. You sat down on the curb of the street, pondering about your next decision.

You needed to think, to find a way out of this. But as the storm raged on, all you could do was stand there, lost and uncertain, wondering how everything had gone so wrong..

HEESEUNG’S POV

"It's past curfew... where is she?" I mutter, my voice tinged with worry as I glance at the clock. I've called her twelve times already, each unanswered ring only heightening my anxiety. Our mutual friend, Jake, who’s been over for hours now, has called her too. But there's been no response—no sign of where she might be.

"Okay, do you know where she usually goes?" I ask him, trying to keep the panic from creeping into my voice.

He looks at me, his expression mirroring my concern. "You know she’s always in the library, but it’s closed now. She wouldn’t be in there. The cafés she goes to are closed, too."

I sigh, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "Alright then... get in my car. I’ll grab my keys and unlock the door for you."

He nods, quickly heading to the front door. I snatch my keys off the kitchen counter, my heart pounding as I follow him out, locking the door behind me. The night air feels heavy with the weight of the unknown, each step towards the car echoing in the silence. I unlock the car, and we both slide in, the quiet inside almost suffocating.

“Shouldn’t we try one more time?” he suggests, his voice hesitant but hopeful.

I hesitate, considering his suggestion. "Yeah, I guess we should. I don’t want to go to the police only to find out she’s back at the house."

With a deep breath, I pull out my phone and dial her number again. The phone rings once... then twice... and a third time. Each unanswered ring feels like a punch to the gut, the silence on the other end growing more oppressive with every passing second.

Y/N’S POV

You bounce your leg nervously, head hung low, as you sit on the side of the road. The smell of rain on the pavement fills the air, mingling with the faint scent of food from street vendors that have long since closed for the night. The streetlights cast hazy reflections on the wet ground, the neon signs flickering in the puddles. You had searched desperately for shelter, but every door was locked, every building dark. Now, all you could do was sit in defeat, shame weighing heavily on your expression.

You shiver, the cold seeping through my drenched clothes, and I can’t help but wonder what I should do next. You fumble for my phone, hands trembling as you turn it on. The screen lights up, revealing 46 missed calls from your roommate.

Shit.

You quickly unlock my phone and dial his number. It rings only once before he picks up.

“Hello—?”

“Fuck, are you okay? Where are you?” he demands, his voice edged with panic.

“I’m… uh, I don’t know,” You reply weakly, your voice cracking as you cough hard, the chill getting to me.

“Y/N, are you okay? Send me your location,” he urges, worry lacing his tone.

“I’m fine, just… please hurry,” You manage to say, your throat raw.

“Don’t worry, I will,” he promises, his voice softer now, but still strained with concern. “Please, please be okay.”

“I’ll end the call now…” You suggest, your exhaustion overwhelming.

“No,” he interrupts, his tone firm. “Stay on the phone with me until we get there.”

You nod, even though he can’t see you, and mutter an “okay.” But as the minutes tick by, the steady hum of the rain and the sound of his voice slowly lull you into a heavy, dreamless sleep. Still sitting by the road, the phone slips from your hand, Your grip loosening as exhaustion takes over completely.

The rain continues to fall in sheets, the storm showing no signs of letting up. Heeseung’s voice is a steady murmur through the phone, but you can barely make out the words as sleep pulls you under. Everything blurs—the cold, the wetness, the ache in your bones. The world feels distant, like it’s slipping away.

Suddenly, a harsh sound breaks through your haze, pulling you back to the edge of consciousness. It takes a moment to realize it's the sound of a car approaching. The tires splash through puddles as the vehicle comes closer, headlights piercing through the darkness. You blink groggily, trying to shake off the fog in your mind.

"Y/N!" a voice shouts, cutting through the noise of the storm. You struggle to focus, lifting your head just as the car screeches to a stop a few feet away. The driver’s side door flies open, and through the rain, you see Heeseung running toward you, his expression a mix of panic and relief.

He drops to his knees beside me, ignoring the puddles soaking through his clothes. "Hey, hey, stay with me," he says, his voice gentle but urgent as he brushes a wet strand of hair from your face. His touch is warm, grounding you in the moment. "Come on, Y/N, wake up."

You blink slowly, your vision clearing just enough to see the worry etched on his face. "You came..." you mumble, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Of course I did," he replies, his tone softening. "I’m here now. Let’s get you out of this rain."

He carefully helps you to your feet, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to support your weight. You're unsteady, your legs barely holding you up, but he’s strong and steady, guiding you to the car. As he opens the passenger door and helps you inside, you can’t help but feel a wave of relief wash over you, the warmth of the car a stark contrast to the chill outside.

Jake, sitting in the backseat, leans forward, concern written all over his face. "You look awful, you okay?" he asks, his voice tight.

You nod weakly, trying to muster a reassuring smile, ignoring his small comment to tear you out of this trance. "Yeah... just cold," you reply, though your words are shaky. Suddenly, your body shivers hard.

Heeseung slides into the driver’s seat, glancing at you before starting the car. He hands you a soft and fluffy blanket that he grabbed out of his trunk. "We’ll be home soon," he says, his voice filled with determination as he pulls away from the curb. "I’ll get you warm and dry, okay? Just hang in there."

The car’s heater hums to life, filling the space with warmth. You lean back against the seat, your eyes heavy, but this time it’s a different kind of exhaustion. You know you’re safe now, and the fear and tension that had gripped you all night begin to fade.

As the car speeds through the rain-soaked streets, you find yourself drifting in and out of sleep, his voice and the steady rhythm of the windshield wipers lulling you into a peaceful, dreamless rest. Before you fully succumb to sleep, you feel his hand gently squeeze yours, a silent reassurance that he’s there, and that he’s not going anywhere.

THE MORNING AFTER

The next morning, you wake up in your own bed, the familiar scent of your sheets providing a sense of comfort. For a moment, the events of the previous night feel like a distant memory, a bad dream. But as you stir, you notice the faint sound of someone moving around in your apartment.

Your head pounding hard, your body weak. Though, you continue the need travel out of your room.

You sit up, still groggy, and see a glass of water and a bottle of painkillers on your nightstand. The sight brings a small smile to your face. Your mind flashes back to the way Heeseung took care of you last night, the way he held you close as if you were the most important thing in the world.

Curious and a little nervous, you swing your legs over the side of the bed and stand up, noticing you’re dressed in one of your comfiest hoodies—not what you were wearing last night. Did he...? The thought brings a flush to your cheeks.

You walk into the living room, finding Heeseung in the kitchen, making breakfast. The smell of coffee and something savory fills the air. He looks up as you enter, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

"Hey, you’re awake," he says, his tone gentle. "How are you feeling?"

"Better, thanks to you," you reply, feeling a warmth in your chest. "I, uh... I don’t remember much after you picked me up."

He nods, setting a plate of food on the table. "You fell asleep pretty quickly. I didn’t want to wake you, so I just brought you home, changed you into something more comfortable, and let you rest."

You think for a bit. “What about Jake?” You ask.

He smiles slightly. “Oh I had dropped him off at his house before coming here. He’s deathly worried about you, so you should shoot him a text when you feel like it.” He replies.

"Thank you," you say, your voice quieter now, more vulnerable. "I don’t know what I would’ve done if you hadn’t come."

He walks over to you, his expression softening as he reaches out to gently brush a strand of hair from your face, just like he did the night before. "You don’t have to thank me. I’d do it again in a heartbeat."

For a moment, the two of you stand there, close enough to feel the warmth radiating from each other. There’s an unspoken connection, something that’s always been there but never fully acknowledged. The intensity of the night has brought it to the surface, and now, standing in the morning light, it feels impossible to ignore.

You look up at him, searching his eyes for something—confirmation, maybe, that what you’re feeling isn’t one-sided. He seems to sense it too, his gaze flicking down to your lips before quickly meeting your eyes again. The moment stretches, thick with anticipation, until finally, he breaks the silence.

"Last night made me realize something," he says, his voice low and earnest. "I care about you, Y/N. More than I’ve been willing to admit, even to myself. When I couldn’t reach you, I was... scared. Not just because you were in trouble, but because the thought of losing you... it was too much."

His words hang in the air, a confession that feels both overwhelming and perfect in its timing. You feel your heart race, but it’s not from fear or anxiety this time—it’s from the realization that you feel the same.

"I care about you too," you admit, your voice steady despite the nervous flutter in your chest. "More than I’ve let myself admit. Last night... I realized how much you mean to me."

His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining with yours in a way that feels natural, like something you’ve both been waiting for. "So, what do we do now?" he asks, his voice soft but filled with hope.

You smile, a real, genuine smile that lights up your face. "I think we take it one step at a time. Together."

And with that, the two of you share a quiet, tender moment, your hands still entwined, both of you silently agreeing that this is the beginning of something new, something worth exploring. The storm from the night before is gone, replaced by the warmth of the morning sun and the promise of what could be.

The days after that stormy night seem brighter, as if the world itself is reflecting the new chapter that has opened in your life. Your relationship with Heeseung has grown into something deeper, more meaningful. It’s not just the late-night conversations or the way he seems to understand you better than anyone else—it’s the way he makes you feel like you’re part of something bigger, something important.

ONE MONTH LATER

One weekend, you both decide to escape the city and spend a day at a nearby botanical garden, a peaceful place where you can relax and take in the beauty of nature. The garden is full of vibrant flowers and tall, ancient trees that provide a canopy of shade. The air is fresh, carrying the subtle scents of blooming roses and jasmine.

As you walk along the winding paths, you talk about your plans for the future—your dreams, your ambitions, and the things that scare you. The conversation flows easily, like it always does with him, but today, there’s an undercurrent of something more, a shared understanding that the future is something you’re starting to envision together.

You come across a small, secluded area of the garden, where a single bench sits under a flowering cherry tree. The petals fall gently around you, carried by a light breeze. He leads you to the bench, and you both sit down, taking in the peaceful surroundings.

“This place is beautiful,” you say, your voice soft as you lean back and close your eyes, letting the warmth of the sun wash over you.

“It is,” he agrees, but when you open your eyes and look at him, you see that he’s not looking at the garden—he’s looking at you, a small, thoughtful smile on his lips.

You feel your heart skip a beat, the quiet moment between you filled with something unspoken yet powerful. “What?” you ask, a little self-conscious under his gaze.

He shakes his head slightly, still smiling. “I was just thinking about how much has changed since that night,” he says. “And how glad I am that we’re here now.”

“Me too,” you reply, your voice warm with sincerity.

There’s a brief silence, comfortable and full of meaning, before he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small packet of seeds. You look at him curiously as he hands them to you.

“What are these?” you ask, turning the packet over in your hands.

“They’re seeds for cherry blossom trees,” he explains. “I thought we could plant them together. As a way to mark this new beginning.”

Your heart swells at the gesture, and you feel a rush of affection for him. “I love that idea,” you say, smiling brightly.

Together, you find a small patch of earth nearby. He kneels down beside you as you carefully dig a shallow hole and place the seeds in the ground. As you cover them with soil, you both look at each other, sharing a quiet, meaningful glance.

“This is just the start,” he says softly, his hand brushing against yours. “We’re planting something that will grow, just like us.”

You nod, your chest tight with emotion. “Something beautiful,” you add, your voice barely above a whisper.

He smiles, leaning in closer, his eyes filled with warmth and hope. “Yeah, something beautiful.”

As you finish planting the seeds, you sit back, feeling a sense of accomplishment and hope. The garden, with its blooming flowers and gentle breeze, feels like a perfect setting for this moment—a symbol of your new beginning.

You both rise from the ground, and he takes your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll come back and see how they’re growing,” he says with a smile. “Just like we’ll keep growing together.”

You nod, your heart full. “I’m looking forward to it,” you reply. “To everything that comes next.”

You walk back through the garden, hand in hand, the future ahead of you filled with promise. As the sun begins to set, casting a warm glow over the world, you feel a deep sense of contentment. The uncertainties that once loomed large now seem smaller, overshadowed by the comfort of knowing you have each other.

When you finally leave the garden and head back to the city, the world feels different—brighter, more hopeful. The path before you might still be uncertain, but it’s a journey you’re excited to embark on together.

As you look over at him, his face illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light, you realize that no matter what challenges come your way, you’re ready to face them. Because now, you have something real, something beautiful to hold on to.

And with that thought, you step into the future with a heart full of hope and a deep sense of connection, knowing that whatever lies ahead, you’re not facing it alone.

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THE END SUCKERS!! Jk jk I love you guys! I do apologize, as 3k words is NOT short :(

Though, I do hope you enjoyed this small (sorry) story!

BONUS! Fav song of the day!

[mushrubes]

Yourself

Masterlist | The last of us masterlist

Requested : No

Prompt 32 “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.”

Pairing : Joel Miller x reader (No use of Y/n)

Pronouns used : You/yours

Type : angst + fluff

Contents : vulnerable Joel, Ellie being a teenager, wholesome, established relationship, age gap

Word count : 773

Have a great day / night!!

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“You alright, kiddo?” Joel asked, turning to face Ellie as Tommy helped guide the man outside. “What is wrong with you?” she asked, leaving him in confusion. “He had no right-” Joel started, Ellie cutting him off once again. “And you do?” she chuckled sarcastically, shaking her head in disbelief at her father figure. “I don’t need your fucking help, Joel.” she finished, giving him one last glare. He looked at her, confused by where this was all coming from and hurt by her words before looking at Dina and back at her. “Right,” he spoke, the sadness and embarrassment clear on his face before he turned away, heading back home and not looking behind him.

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Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you heard the door open, not expecting Ellie to be back as she had told you she was hanging out with Dina and also not expecting Joel who was with Tommy. He carefully took his boots off, shoving them to the side as he made his way to the bedroom, not saying a word to you. His actions already made your suspicions rise, as it was not normal for him to come in without even saying at least one word to you before he went to freshen up.

Once you had heard the stream of the shower start, you turned the machine on, making a coffee for him and a drink for yourself too, placing them on the table as you waited for him to come back. about ten minutes later, Joel came walking back in, sitting next to you but there was some distance in between as if he was too scared to get close. “Everything okay? You don’t seem like yourself.” you asked softly, eyes laced with concern as you saw the mix of emotions practically steaming off him.

“I’m fine.” he responded bluntly, knowing you wouldn’t drop the subject. You had been with him for years now and dating him for a few months - you could read him like an open book. “Joel…” you sighed, grabbing his hand and brushing your thumb up and down his rough hands. You could’ve sworn you heard your heart break as you saw his eyes well up, tears threatening to spill at any moment. No more words were exchanged for the time being, instead a simple embrace. The second your arms wrapped around him, he had pulled you into his lap and was hiding his head.

“Ellie…” he spoke up, sniffing in between his words as you brushed his tears away and planted kisses on his forehead and cheeks. “She was…with Dina in the bar and,” he paused, taking a deep breath to try and stop himself from getting wound up all over again. “He called them the word. I tried to step in to help but she had a go at me after.” he explained, knowing he didn’t have to say much more for you to catch on about how he was feeling.

Although he doesn’t seem the type, when it came to you and Ellie, he found himself doubting his abilities easily. Whether he was protecting you two, keeping you safe, doing the best - no matter what he did, his mind was telling him he was doing something wrong. “Hey, look at me.” you called, seeing him ingrained in his thoughts. He looked to the side, allowing you to gently pull his head up as he met your eyes. “She most likely didn’t mean it harshly, Joel, she’s just not a kid anymore.” you reminded, trying to comfort him as well as back her up, knowing how she had been feeling lately.

“I know, I just…every time I look at her, I see my Ellie bean and I can’t lose her - she’s my second chance.” he finished, looking up at you with a sad look in his eyes. “You won’t lose her. She can handle herself and even if she can’t, she knows you’ll be there for her.” you assured, having full trust and faith in Joel. If there was one thing that anyone could be sure of, it was that this man would do anything and everything for you and Ellie - no matter what it included. You’d do the same, ready to do anything for him and Ellie.

He leaned forward, looking down at your lips for permission and you nodded, your lips fitting together like missing puzzle pieces. You spent the rest of the night in each other’s arms, enjoying the peace. “I love you, Joel.” you whispered, forehead pressed against his as he smiled at you.

“I love you too, darlin’”

[carisi-dreams]

If you feel up to it, would you be willing to do a director's commentary of Sonny's girl getting kidnapped? It's one of my faveeeeee scenes.

for you, my friend? absolutely! 💖

although...now that I think about it, homegirl has been kidnapped three times in the course of the AU. but I'm pretty sure I know of which time you're referring.

“Maybe she’s the rat,” Razor mumbled and Nick barely pushed him out of the way as Sonny jumped to his feet abruptly. His hand dipped into his cut for a gun that was currently locked away and he clenched his fist instead.

Nick anticipating what Sonny would do just as the words were barely out of Razor's mouth because at the end of the day, Nick is well familiar with how protective Sonny is...? yeAH.

“Say that again,” Sonny threatened with a dangerous glint in his eye. Matty tensed behind him and Nick threw his hands up to try to defuse the situation. “He’s not thinking clearly,” Nick defended before giving Razor a warning look. “We know it’s not your old lady.”

Nick didn't even entertain the idea. Honestly, Razor thought that was pretty naive of Nick in this moment. Razor's loyalty is to Nick, Veronica, and the club - noooot necessarily in that order (but also...absolutely in that order). He can take or leave the relationship with Discord and sometimes finds the alliance very strange. He doesn't understand why Nick tolerates shit from Sonny that he would never tolerate with alliances from another club.

“Just saying,” Razor pressed and Sonny took a menacing step forward. “She’s not here right now. She was here a half hour ago and then the feds show up. Now she’s not answering her phone? Seems suspicious.”

Razor's self preservation instincts aren't always the best.

“I swear to God if you say one more word I’ll jam half your teeth down your throat,” Sonny threatened with another step forward. “If anyone’s suspicious it’s your girl, Veronica. She’s the one talking to cops and uneasy about what you did to Kevin Green.” Razor pushed forward, but Nick caught him and pushed him back again. “You take that back, you fucking—!” he yelled with his finger pointed in Sonny’s face. Sonny smirked meanly as Nick yelled over him.

Triggered.

Sonny is right, though. Realistically, Veronica is the better suspect over his old lady. Veronica is newer to the world, doesn't have as close ties to the club, etc.

“Enough! Enough! This is what they want. They want us fighting each other instead of figuring out what’s going on. We don’t have time for this! Razor, go walk it off,” Nick ordered as he shouldered the other man back again. “Walk it off!” he repeated as he jabbed a finger towards the door. Sonny’s phone buzzed on the bar and Sonny heaved a sigh of relief as he the number that lit up the screen.

The relief is short lived. Also, who woulda thunk we'd see Nick as the anger management voice of reason. lol I tried to write Nick as emotional for different reasons and in different ways that Sonny.

“She just texted me,” he said in a relieved voice as he went back over to the bar and grabbed his phone. “There goes that theory!” he yelled over at Razor and when Razor flipped him off he rolled his eyes before pushing the front door open.

Boys will be boys, etc.

He thumbed open the message absently, grabbing for his forgotten drink from the bar before turning back to the screen in his hand. When he turned his attention back to the phone his grip on the glass loosened and it dropped to the floor, shattering glass everywhere. He didn’t even notice and all sound in the room cut out as his heart thudded loudly in his chest. On the screen was a picture of his fiancée, tied to a chair and with a wad of fabric stuffed in her mouth.

OOF. Sonny's stomach dropped through the floor. Everything narrowed down to this moment, this horrible deja vu, this reminder that he can't keep her safe, didn't keep her safe yet again.

“What? What’s wrong? Sonny, what’s—oh, fuck,” Matty said as he shook Sonny’s shoulder before turning his gaze to the phone. Nick strode over to Sonny’s other side and when he saw the image he swore and immediately pushed his own phone to his ear to make a call.

Ugh, Matty! I wish I had written more of him earlier in the story, but he is such a quiet guy. Very steady, dependable, not fuckwithable.

“Razor, we need you back in here.” He ended the call as abruptly as he had started it before gripping Sonny’s arm tightly and pushing him to the back security room.

Nick taking over when Sonny is experiencing emotional distress? We've seen this before, eh?

Matty followed at a fast pace, but Sonny couldn’t tear his eyes away from the phone. She was looking up at the person taking the picture defiantly, no fear in her eyes, but his eyes didn’t miss how one side of her face was slightly reddened. Nick pushed Sonny into a seat and gestured for Snake to move to the side of the room. “Call Olivia,” Sonny barked at Matty, finally shaking himself out of his reverie. “We’ll need her to try to trace this. I can’t—it’s a warehouse of some sort. I don’t—we,” he paused to steel himself.

It took Sonny a minute to shake the guilt, fear, and anger enough to even begin to think.

“Who do you think did this?” Nick asked lowly.

Mr. Let's Get to Business.

“I don’t know, but I’m going to kill whoever it is,” Sonny answered in a chilling tone.

Mr. Time to Fuck Shit Up

“Razor, you said she was here thirty minutes again?” Sonny aimed at him as he entered the back room. “Who?” Razor asked with a confused expression. Matty was already murmuring on the phone to Olivia and Sonny caught the words ‘kidnapped’ and ‘triangulate’ before he tuned him out. “My fucking fiancée!” Sonny spat as he thrust the phone in his face. Razor took in a deep breath and swore before nodding.

Razor is very good at pivoting and he doesn't hold much of a serious grudge in situations like this. He went from "your girl is a rat" to "fuck you, bro" to "fuck, let's figure this out" in like 3 minutes.

“She was here thirty minutes ago, came to talk to me about something,” Nick cut in with his gaze on the floor. “About what?” Sonny asked harshly, his gaze turning to Nick.

Oooh, Sonny is suspicious. Even in this moment, a bit of insecurity bleeds through. Why would she go to Nick and not him? I mean, we know why, but he doesn't.

“Wedding stuff. It’s not important right now. You said she was going to the grocery store?” Nick asked, changing the subject. “Snake, can you roll back the security footage. I know we can’t see much of the street, but maybe we can see what way she went.”

Nick is like "I do not want to get into that right now" haha. He does not miss being around Sonny when he's on edge about his old lady. As a teenager, Sonny was a pain in the ass when it came to her.

Snake sat back down the desk, tapping on a laptop and importing footage from one of the cameras. Just then Matty got off the phone and rejoined the conversation. “Olivia is on her way over here. Why don’t Razor and I go try to find her car once Snake pulls up that footage. Have Chibs start gathering supplies back at the clubhouse and we can meet over there once we know more,” Matty suggested. 

Mr. Take Care of Business. I think in another life, Matty and Nick would have been good friends. Not best friends, but solid friends.They are both good balances for Sonny.

Sonny just nodded tightly and Matty and Nick exchanged a look before turning their attention to the computer to try to see what direction she had gone in. Sonny’s grip on the phone tightened and he concentrated on breathing steadily as he devised more and more creative ways of how he was going to kill the person responsible.

Motherfuckers are going to die. Once Sonny starts thinking straight, he does put together a very solid plan!

I hope you enjoyed this director’s commentary. 💖

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You can find links to the mc!au below, if you’ve never read it.

Motorcycle Club!AU - Sonny

Motorcycle Club!AU - Nick

[slafkovskys]

scottie’s definitely a little upset with her aunts and uncles words, but the boys are there to make it better

also i feel like she asks them if she’s ever going to meet their families after they meet hers

“no, declan could not play d,” ryan argues, voice muffled by scottie’s sweatshirt. he had his head head resting on her stomach, arms wrapped loosely around her waist as she carded her fingers through his hair. “kid was born to play goalie.”

“how many goals did he give up?” jimmy chimes from where he was perched in her lilac colored bean bag chair just a few feet away. ryan snorts and jimmy rolls his eyes, “baseball might just have to be his calling, bro.”

“well he’s only been playing for two days-”

“scottie, what do you think?” jimmy cuts off his friend. she blinks at the mention of her name and she feels her cheeks burning at him catching her not paying attention. he always picked up on that with her and she hated it. jimmy smirks, “what’s going on in that mind of yours?”

“it’s nothing,” she tries to dismiss it.

“if you don’t tell us, no more kisses,” ryan threatens, pushing himself up to stare at her. she sends him a look because ryan would never, purposefully deny himself nor her of kisses and he deflates, “okay, fine. i’ll eat all of the cinnamon sticks when they get here. and the frosting.”

“spill the beans, baby.”

“it’s stupid,” she mumbles, turning her head to the side to stare at where their bags were waiting by her door. she was taking them to the airport tomorrow and she was trying not to dwell on that thought. she quickly tilts her head up to the ceiling and blinks. she feels the bed dip and she doesn’t even have to question why, she knows the familiar feeling of jimmy’s body beside hers all to well. he carefully grabs onto her head and angles it to look at them. she frowns, “you’ll laugh.”

“have we ever?” jimmy asks softly. his thumb gently runs over her cheek and she feels ryan’s fingers rubbing at her thigh, a reminder that they were both there. that they were both listening. “if it’s bothering you, it’s bothering us.”

“it’s just,” she sighs and both boys raise their eyebrows, “you’ve met all of my family. y’know, you’ve seen my childhood bedroom, i’ve gotten to show you around where i grew up, you met my papa and he likes you. he doesn’t like anyone! but, your families don’t even know that i exist.”

“baby-”

“my mom knows about you,” ryan says quickly and scottie’s eyes go wide, “just, like, the bare minimum. i kind of let it slip one day that i was seeing someone, but she knows of you. i love you too much to not tell her about you.”

“way to make me look like an asshole,” jimmy grunts, “i thought we were protecting her and not saying anything.”

“dude, gigi invited us to thanksgiving,” ryan announces and jimmy’s face twists in confusion, “oh, maybe i got invited to thanksgiving. we’ll have to see if you can come too-”

“i thought that you were embarrassed by me.”

“scottie, i professed my love for you on a sidewalk in florida. we can go downtown and do it again if you want,” ryan offers and she quickly shakes her head.

“i want nothing more than for you to meet my mom. i want to show you where i grew up, my favorite ice cream place. there’s this really cool arcade that i think you would love,” jimmy starts to ramble and ryan agrees, still keeping a hand on her leg, “we just weren’t sure that you were ready for that.”

“i’m not ready for the team to know,” she says quietly and they hum, “but i think i’d like to meet your families, if that’s okay.”

“more than okay, baby. jimmy-”

“already on it.”