#trying to talk myself down at work from worrying too hard about needing to check on them

[yoshistory]

Rascal weaved out of the bathroom for a quick second the other night again (he is getting really stir-craszy unfortunately) before I could grab him and pop him back into the bathroom, and Olive witnessed him and her tail ballooned and she spat at him and stood her ground for a second before she skulked off but didn't attack him. Rascal was just like ❔️ huh. And Hoper was there too and she just like looked at him again and they were chill (this all happened in like a 4 second span)

I think in a hypothetical where he somehow opens the bathroom door while I'm away, Olive would get pissed and scared and run, and he and Hope would be like ❔️ hey whatever at one another. But I don't THINK anyone would get hurt because while scared and warning him and leaving, Olive didn't try and hurt him

[mercyk1ll3r]

whiny!stephen glass x fem reader

warnings; sexual content, needy stephen, no clear sub/dom dynamics, nipple play, creampie, size!kink if u squint, hickeys, slightly subby stephen, teasing, overstimulation,

”hey y/n? if i invited you over and all we did was okay monopoly would you come?” he spoke in your doorway right after getting up to leave your office, he was just asking you to check up on his work before he submitted it. “oh, um i would really like that stephen.” you flashed him a shy smile before quickly looking back at your papers scattered across your desk, trying not to make eye contact for too long, you were scared he would notice how hard you were trying to keep your voice steady. stephen was always such a sweet guy. he made you very a little nervous, the way you could ever so slightly feel his warm breath against your neck when he peered over at your computer, or the way he was constantly complimenting you and praising you for your ‘captivating’ writing, or the way he stared a little too hard at you during meetings.

“well.. are you free tonight?” he spoke staring at his notepad, unintentionally mirroring you. you wondered for a short second if you made him nervous too.. “oh yeah, i am actually.” “great wanna come over maybe around 6? oh that’s around dinner time isn’t it.. i could make dinner for us as well?” he spoke in an shy tone, like he had thought out every word down to the syllable. “oh yeah that would be great steve!” “i was thinking i’d maybe make creamy pesto pasta, or um if you don’t like pasta i could make something else! anything you want..” oh god he’d really fucked up this time he knows it! you probably hate pasta that was such a stu-“no no, i would love pasta.” your sweet tone melted away his worried instantly, leaving a warm feeling behind in his chest.

i could hardly wait for work to end today, although i felt i could probably keel over and die from how nervous i was. i felt like a teenager again waiting for my first date with a cute boy i had a crush on. i spent all the couple hours i had before going to stephens taking my time getting ready, showering, reapplying my makeup, straightening my hair, picking out an outfit. usually i pass out as soon as i get home from work, getting some much needed rest but i was wide awake with anticipation today.

i walked up the steps to stephens door, taking a deep breath to attempt to calm myself down, it worked, kind of.. i wrang the doorbell and stephen answered very quickly, i smiled at the thought of him waiting like a puppy by the window waiting for my car to pull in.

“hey y/n! come on in!” he said stepping out of the way for you to come inside, the smell hit you as soon as he opened the door, an amazing smell, enough to make you starved instantly. “stephen that smells amazing.” “oh yeah the foods nearly ready, i really hope you like it it’s my moms recipe.” he spoke leading you into the kitchen.

your nervousness had melted away after dinner with stephen. he was just so perfect, he was so intently listening to every word you said, it felt like you had an endless amount of things to talk about when you were with stephen, endless laughs. you just loved seeing his wide smile and the way his eyes scrunched up while he looked you at you, just a simple smile was enough to make you squirm. he was just so gorgeous.

he led you into his well furnished living room. family photos, candles, his endless amount of books, his home had such a safe aura that really reminded you of your childhood home. he pulled out monopoly from under his coffee table, you shuddered a bit as his hand brush led against your thigh as he sat up. you really felt embarrassed at the warm feeling something so small and unnoticed gave you. “i wanna be the little shoe!” you yelled as soon as you saw it, picking it up immediately. “geez, okay.” he laughed at your reaction. god you were so beautiful he couldn’t help thinking as he stared a little too long at your face, your shiny hair that just smelled so good, your gorgeous eyes and lips, and he could see the tinniest but of clevage in your shirt but trust me it was enough to make him feel something.

you noticed his staring after a second and it instantly embarrassed you, had you done something stupid? did you have food on ur face??

he leaned in before you could even process it, lifting your chin up with his thumb and index finger before planting a soft kiss against your lips. you thought your head might actually explode, barely processing what had happened before he pulled away. “i’m really sorry i just did that without thinking oh god you can leave if you want i didn’t-“ before he could finish you pulled him back in for another kiss, instantly silencing him, warmth spread through your whole body making you feel a light headed. he snaked his hand around to the back of your neck, lightly slipped his tongue into your mouth begging to taste you as he pulled you flush against his chest, he could feel your tits pressed up against him and he groaned ever so slightly into your mouth at the feeling of his dick throbbing in his pants begging to feel you around him.

your kisses became more intense and passionate gripping his soft hair in your manicured fingers. he started to lean back onto you trapping you between his body and the couch, gently reaching his hand up to rest on your waist. heat pulsed from your core all the way through your body as you felt his bulge press against your stomach, you broke the kiss for only a moment when you started to lift up your shirt discarding it on the ground, leaving you in only your skirt and bra. he reconnected the kiss before starting to run his hand over your stomach and up up up until he reached your boob, gently pulling the fabric down just enough for your breast to pop out.

he broke the kiss again as he started peppering kisses down your neck before he finally reached you exposed breast, gently sucking and kissing at your nipple before tugging the other side of your bra down. “fuck stephen.” you whimper gasping as he nips at your other nipple. “oh i’m sorry i’m sorry did i hurt you?!” he spoke instantly pulling his mouth away from your chest with a guilty look in his face. “no baby.. it felt good” you smiled at his reaction, he sighed in relief before attaching himself back onto your chest, instead focusing on peppering your tits and collarbone with hickeys. he loved seeing you all marked up.. something about it made his dick throb, just knowing he was the one to leave them on your perfect skin.

“could i please touch you? please?” he nearly begged (as if you would ever refuse him) as he started to run his hand down your stomach nearing the waistband of your skirt, toying with the little bow right below your belly button. “of course stephen..” you smiled at the dazed look in his eyes. he kissed you again as he gently slipped his hand into your skirt.. then into your panties. you whimper into his mouth as he brushes a finger against your clit, barely touching it. heat pulsed through your whole body as your felt your tummy flutter, dizzy and fucked out as you started to beg into his mouth for more clawing at his clothed back with one hand and gripping his hair with the other. stephen thought he could actually be dreaming at this point, you were just so so perfect, absolutely made for him in every way. he could cum in his pants just by hearing your small whimpers and the way you beg for him to touch you and the way you writhe underneath his broad body.

“please stephen stop teasing me.. just touch me” he replayed your words in his head as he gave in, slipping a finger down to feel just how wet you are. fucking soaked. slipping his finger into his mouth as he stood up and ripped your panties off, discarding them on the floor just as he had done for the rest of your clothes. he was tired of waiting, he needed to taste you right. now.

as he sat between your legs before he spoke, “can i taste you princess? please” “yeah.. i need it stephen” you said mindlessly, you weren’t lying either, you thought you might cry if he didn’t touch you already. he gently began kissing and sucking marks all over your thighs before wrapping his arms around you thighs to keep you still. he licked a stripe up your pussy, before planting a kiss right on your clit. “fuck stephen!” you moaned out as he started to lick and suck your sensitive clit, rubbing his finger against your tight entrance. he started to rub against the couch trying to seek any relief, he was so hard it hurt. he moaned into your pussy as he continued his assault on your clit gently pushing a finger into your hole. “stephen please stop teasing me i need you.. please.” you begged as you dug your nails into his scalp, pushing his head deeper into your cunt. he didn’t mean to tease you he just loved hearing you beg.. he knows you needed it so he gave it to you, even if he would like to hear you beg all night.

he pushed his finger all the way into your cunt, continuing to suck and kiss your clit. god they were just so much bigger then your own fingers, curling his finger upwards to his that spot that makes you cry out, and oh it did. you couldn’t keep yourself quiet as he added another finger, as soon as he did that you knew you wouldn’t last long, the hand in his hair had become a death grip, unable to hold back your loud moans you felt that familiar feeling come back to you quickly. “stephen.. i’m gonna come” you said in a pained voice as tears welled in your eyes. “oh fuck oh fuck!” your body began to writhe as he continued to pump his fingers in and out quickly, making sure you ride out your orgasm. or at least you thought.. but even as you stilled and the overwhelming pleasure went away it was quickly replaced with pain as he continued even as you had finished your orgasm, “stephen stop it hurts.” you whimpered out, but no. he wouldn’t. he needed you to cum again. “please just one more.. you can do that for me can’t you?” he spoke into your pussy quickly before returning the same pace as before, holding you down as you writhe.

but the pain was slowly dissolved as the pleasure returned, your moans had turned into whimpers and cries as you felt yourself getting close again, fucking music to his ears. ”i’m gonna cum again stephen” you said in a quiet tone just above a whisper, barely able to make any noise other then a whimper. “cmon sweetheart you can do it” he mumbled into your pussy as your second orgasm took over your whole body, all you could think about was the pleasure in between your legs and him.

he licked up your release from his fingers, savouring the taste of *you* on his tongue. he returned above you, placing a deep kiss on your lips as you still recover from your intense orgasm panting and shaking trying to catch your breath. “please stephen i want you inside me” you begged as he smiled against your lips, his painful erection still evident in his pants. “are you sure sweetheart? you still seem like you need some time to recover” he asked in a genuine voice, you can’t get over how sweet this man was in front of you, where has he been all your life? you had never had a man eat you out so well, give you such a mind numbing orgasm. but stephen was a ladies man, always so focused on your happiness, and pleasure.

“please stephen.. i need it” you said as you began unbuttoning his shirt working your was down down down, revealing his skinny and broad frame, and his cute little happy trail that went down to his.. there’s no need to imagine it anymore, you finally get to see it, touch it, feel it, have it. you slipped his shirt off his shoulders, planting kisses on his collarbone and chest, running your tongue over his nipple lightly, stephen sucked in a harsh breath at this a dazed expression on his gorgeous face. their sensitive i’ll remember that. you thought to yourself before making you way down, you undid his belt, then the button on his pants. bulge so evident in his loose pants, the size surprised you just from looking at it through his clothes, he stopped you and pulled his pants down leaving him in just his boxers before sitting back between your legs, you could hardly breath from anticipation.

he rested both your legs to rest against his shoulder, giving him access to finally remove your small pleated skirt. he soaked in the beautiful sight of your fully naked body, from the expression on his face you would’ve thought he was looking at a beautiful piece of art in a museum, you felt slightly embarrassed by his staring but you resisted your urge to cover up. “your so so beautiful. every part of you if just perfect.” he said shyly, you can’t believe he would still avoid eye contact even after giving you the best head of your life but he couldn’t help it.. you made him nervous and he was always so unsure of himself, scared of saying the wrong thing and making you hate him forever.

he started to pull his boxers down feeling bad that he wasn’t fully naked yet, you heart dropped as you saw it.. you’d never ever guess a shy guy like stephen to be so big, it was maybe 7.5 inches? and so so thick. he bashfully stroked it once before returning above you to plant more kisses on your lips and neck, your head was spinning feeling it press against your thigh. it twitched slightly as it touched your leg, he whimpered like a girl feeling his dick pulse. “could i please?” he said this in such a whiny voice, how could you refuse him?

“of course baby go ahead.” you said reaching your hands to touch his stomach as he eased the tip in. a look of pain covered his face, his eyebrows knitting together and his mouth slightly agape. he slides in inch by inch, groaning as he works his way in. the sting sets in immediately, it’s been a while since you’ve had sex, and you’ve never had anyone as big as him.. “fuck your so big stephen” you cry as you claw at his arms that are rested comfortably on the curve of your waist. “i’m so sorry baby i know it hurts, do you want me to stop?” he strokes your hair as he stills inside you waiting for your response. “no no please i just.. take it slow okay?” he nods as he continues to ease in. the look of pain returns to his face as he tried to keep going slow, resisting the urge to push ur legs up to ur ears and fuck you senseless.

he looked so gorgeous like this, his adams apple bobbing slightly and he swallowed. “your so beautiful steve.” you think aloud and a look of surprise then a boyish smile covered his face looking down at where your bodies meet, he’s beautiful? there’s no way you really though that.. no, you were the beautiful one.

“really?” stephen said a bit above a whisper, hardly heard over small pants as he continued to work his way in and out of you. “of course sweet boy.” he whimpered at this small comment his head falling down to the crook of your neck, hands finding a spot to rest along the curves of your body. he continues to thrust into you, taking his time to feel you.

“fuck..-princess” he groaned out speeding up slightly, unable to hold back any longer. digging his fingernails into the dip in your waist, forcefully holding you still. planting open mouth kisses all over your neck, sucking hickeys and leaving gentle bites all over your chest. he rested his hand right down on top of your stomach pushing down slightly. “do you fucking feel that? can you feel me in your stomach?” his dirty talk stung your ears, such an unfamiliar sound coming from stephens mouth.

but oh fuck. yeah you could. whimpers and words of encouragement keep spilling from your mouth, you can’t help but clench around him every single time he moves inside you. “your such a good boy for me, aren’t you steve?” your are babbling at this point, slurring your words, do fucked out you can barely think. but that’s okay, because when your with stephen you don’t have to think. he’ll take care of you.

“yeah-fuck.. y/n” he almost sounds like he’s crying when he says this, fingers finding your clit as he starts going faster, pushing your legs over his shoulders as he pounds you. your legs begin to shake as you hold onto him desperately, that warm ache returning back to your stomach. “steve.-fuck im gonna cum” you cried out into his ear. “can i please please cum inside you princess? please you’ll let me right?” he perks right up as soon as he hears you say this, looking you right in the eyes while he begs.

“i..yeah steve yeah go ahead..” his whimpers turn into cries at this point, his thrusts become sloppy and random, but that feeling in your stomach only becomes stronger, gradually building to your climax.

you can’t help but shake and hold onto steve desperately, legs and arms desperately wrapping around him, needing him as humanly close as possible. you wished you could just merge into one being right now. stephen continues to whimper and cry into your neck as he finally came, a warm feeling floods your inside. feeling so full and content.

a/n: kinda hate this wow.. i haven’t written anything in a long time so i’m sorry if this is bad LOLLL but i hope you enjoyed regardless. lemme know what else you would like to see for stephen glass or any other of hayden christensens characters!

[merchelsea]

sacrifice - lando norris

pairing: lando norris x fem!reader

summary: you and lando have a long distance relationship due to your hard work. you rarely have free time to attend to his races, the only one you actually attend every year is monaco's. you understand things will have to change when lando gets into a crash and that makes you want to be there with him at everytimes.

author’s note: i hate making myself go through this.

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warnings: lets pretend lando crashed duriung the interlagos gp, not the LA one, for the sake of the plot :)

"hey, babe!" you mumbled as you stirred from your nap. originally meant for a quick rest before the race, it turned into a marathon of sleep that spanned the entire duration of the race. checking the timing, you muttered, "shit."

"were you asleep?" he chuckled.

"yeah... I'm sorry babe. I was just trying to catch up on some sleep debt before the race. I am just tired..." you explained with a low rumble. lando always had a away of understanding things. "anyways, how did it go?"

"not so well, i am kind of glad that you didn't watch it, you would've freak out unnecessarely." he sighed

"why? what happened?" you sat up, eyes squeezed shut in alarm.

"it was nothing serious, just a crash." he reassured. the word 'crash' froze you, an unsettling feeling settling in your chest. "I'm fine now; I'm at the hospital doing some tests."

you didn't answer him and he immediately sensed your worry, it was your usual reaction whenever he had an incident. it was your own way to deal with stuff. "I'll have to stay here in brazil for some extra days. we don't want to rush things. everything is alright, but still."

"yeah, I know. how are you feeling? any pain? wasit bad? why are you at the hospital? is there anything they're worried about?" your thoughts rushed out, anxiety evident. you wished you could've been there with him, knowing how much he disliked going through hospitalization alone.

"calm down, baby. I'm fine, no pain. they gave me painkillers for my headache," he began, his voice carrying weariness and sadness. "the crash felt horrible from inside the car, but I've seen the footage, and it wasn't that bad. I don't think they're worried about anything specific, just my racing career," he added with a hint of self-deprecating humor.

"shut up. you know those jokes aren't funny, right?" you retorted, hating his tendency for such jokes. "anyways, I miss you so much. you have no idea." placing your phone on the bed, you awaited his response as you searched for your notebook.

"I know babe, I miss you like crazy too. and i won't be able to be home for some more days, as i told you. i hate it." you both sighed. "but it's okay, i'm glad you weren't here this time."

although you felt the honesty in his words, you could also know that it was pure bullshit. he wanted you to be there more that anything, and the fights you two had over the past weeks showed that clearly.

lando felt your support fading away and, as always, he talked about it with you, but there was nothing you could do, you could not just leave your work and follow him around the world.

your life had to come first. you couldn't be financially dependent. you had never wanted that for yourself.

"I love you, lando. you know that, right?"

"i know. I love you too." anuncomfortable silence lingered, more apparent to him than to you, as you were preoccupied with booking a flight to brazil. "look, I have to hang up to do some exams. I'll call you as soon as I can, yeah?"

"yeah, okay. keep me updated, for the love of god." he laughed and silently hang up.

as soon as you were able to, you called your boss, letting her aware of the whole situation, who, understandingly, granted you a week off, more than you needed. grateful, you expressed your thanks in every single way you could.

as you couldn't just fly there without someone knowing, you called lando's dad to let him know that you were going. he was thankful that his son had found someone who cared so much about him, and as so helped you through everything.

you would obviously be staying at lando's room with him, so you didn't need to worry about that, but there were things you actually needed to deal with and that's where he was an absolute angel, taking care of everything for you.

the flight proved to be torturous; sleep eluded you, your mind consumed by worry for your boyfriend, presently hospitalized in a foreign country that held no appeal for him. the inability to communicate with him intensified your anxiety, and the endurance of such a long flight was a challenge unfamiliar to you.

the only thing keeping you focused on trying to sleep was knowing that you'd see lando soon and that you needed to be sane.

once you arrived in brazil, adam had already sent an uber to pick you up and drop you at the hotel. you were eternally grateful for him. your appreciation deepened when, upon entering the hotel, you found everything seamlessly taken care of, allowing you to reach his son without delay.

he drove you there himself, the casual conversation during the car ride centered uiquely around the topic most dear to both of you—lando's health.

every detail adam shared heightened your awareness; lando was okay, but not as well as he should be. the information failed to ease your mind, creating a lingering unease.

after reaching the hospital, the attending doctor informed you that lando was still asleep but encouraged you to enter. you opened the door to his room, and an immediate sense of tranquility washed over you. lando's peaceful slumber tugged at your heartstrings, and the sight of his features made you want to cry; you had missed him so damn much.

you took his hand, staying by his side as he slept. despite your exhaustion, the anticipation of his awakening kept sleep at bay.

lando woke up and confusedly stared at you for five minutes straight. in his head, he was trying to figure out if you were real or if his desperation had just made you up. you squeezed his hand and that seemed to clear his mind. you were in fact there.

"love?" he muttered, scared of being wrong.

"hey baby" you whispered to him, smiling softly.

"you're here? what are you doing here?" he hurriedly sat up, his expression filled with worry, like he wasn´t the one on a hospital bed.

"i'm here to see you." you extended your hand and let it travel through his face. "got the week off, couldn't leave you alone." his smile was priceless. he rushed his arms around your waist, since you were standing now, and pulled you closer to him, head in your belly.

when he told you he had missed you like crazy, he didn't define it well enough.

he locked his lips with yours as soon as he had a chance. you missed that feeling, you missed it too fucking much. you missed everything about him too fucking much, and maybe this misfortune was just what you needed to realize that something had to change. you couldn't miss him like this all the time.

it was literal hell, for the both of you.

adam entered the room after some time and, from his face, you could see he carried good news.

and you were right. "you are free to leave today, all the exams cameback with positive answers. you still have to stay in brazil, of course, a flight so long could jeopardize your health, so you'll have to stay for a bit longer, but you two can go stay at the hotel for tonight.

you and lando celebrate this little "victory" with each other and then you start talking about going home, anticipating what you'd do.

the room was uncharacteristically quiet as he payed attention to the TV and you lost yourself in your own mind.

"I think I might quit my job." you let out with your head layed in his chest. he twists his head to look at you. "what?" he asks, clearly confused, in his head, trying to figure out where all of this was coming from.

yes, it's true that he didn't like to travel around the world every year and leave you behind, and it's also true that this past year, he felt your support fade away, but he didn't want you to leave your life in second place for him. he knew, and understood, how important for you it was to have your financial independence.

he had started to feel guilty, even though this was not his fault.

you thought and rethought about it during your flight, since it was the only thing you could do. of course you never wanted that, but you also couldn't bare the distance anymore, and his accident showed you that.

you wanted to be there, to be able to celebrate every single one of his podiums by his side and not over the phone, you wanted to be able to hold and support him whenever he needed you to do so.

six years into your relationship, neither of you envisioned it ending anytime soon. if it did, you had your savings, but for now, you craved closeness.

"seriously. i want to be with you. i think i never noticed how affected i was by your absence, but i am a lot." you admitted with a sigh. helistened intently. "I want to be able to be with you."

"are you for real?" he asked, concern in his eyes. "I don't want you to feel pressured to do that. I love you whether you're here or on the other side of the world."

"I know, lan. it's not like I would stop working. I just have to find something within my capacities that allows me to travel around the world with you. and it's not like you're going to break up with me, leaving me with nothing. I have my money."

"it's not like I'm gonna break up with you, period." he smirked. "we're a forever thing."

turning you around as if you were as light as a pillow, you wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I love you," you whispered against his lips.

"I love you too," he whispered back.

[ghsface]

It's okay to cry. It's okay to not be okay...

Bau team x bau!reader

Sumary: Sometimes I need to remind myself and others that survival doesn’t just mean being okay, it means learning to laugh at what scared us. And if I don’t do it, who else will?

Warnings: mentions of attempted suicide, lots of blood, some dark humor at the end, cuts on arms, bathtub full of blood, no use of t/n (if you don't feel good reading this please don't read it, I also tried to approach this topic with too much care and delicacy and respect, I hope not to offend anyone)

Author's note: September is suicide prevention month. "suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem" is something that you always hear people say.. and it's true.

speaking from my personal experience, it's something that was on my mind many months many years ago, and I was able to put those thoughts aside thanks to people who I thought were never going to help me, it was a long and very hard process but now I can tell you that I'm completely fine, once they told me if you have people to write a farewell letter to it's because at least someone cares about you, you may have heard this before but it's true, you will always have someone to support you even if you think you have no one, also once they told me if you ever have these thoughts again or even try again ask for help it doesn't matter who just ask for help, whatever way ask for help, those words marked me almost all of my adolescence tbh and it helped me, I hope that if you are going through this alone, you can talk to me, my messages will always be open for whatever it is help or just talking, feel free to do so, if you read this up to here I really appreciate that you did<333

The BAU team was uneasy. It wasn't often that someone on their team disappeared without a trace, much less you. Emily Prentiss had been the first to notice your absence, as you never missed work without notice. Days ago, you had requested a brief leave for personal matters, but you hadn't returned to the office or answered any calls or messages since. As the days passed, worry turned to fear.

JJ, Spencer, and Emily decided to go to your house, as they could no longer ignore the fact that something wasn't right. The atmosphere in the car was tense. JJ kept his hands tightly on the wheel, while Spencer stared out the window, his mind wandering through thousands of possibilities, each one worse than the last. Emily, in the backseat, checked her phone over and over again, hoping in vain to receive some news from you.

When they arrived at your house, the silence was deathly. The windows were closed, and the door seemed intact, but there was something in the air, something that made them hold their breath. Emily pulled out her gun, and after exchanging a worried look with JJ and Spencer, they decided to go inside.

“anyone home?” JJ shouted as she walked down the hallway to the entrance. There was no response.

Spencer’s heart was pounding as they made their way into the living room. Everything was in order, not a sign of a struggle, but something wasn’t right. Every step they took, every corner they inspected, increased the feeling that something terrible had happened.

It was Emily who first noticed the bathroom door ajar. She approached it slowly, holding her breath, as a dark foreboding took hold of her. Pushing open the door, the scene she found was enough to make her stomach turn.

There you were, in the bathtub, submerged in the red-tinged water. Your arms hung at your sides, covered in deep cuts, blood still slowly flowing from the wounds.

“Oh my God!” JJ exclaimed from the doorway, her voice cracking.

Spencer walked into the room behind her, and for a second, the world seemed to stop. She’d never felt such paralyzing fear, such sharp pain in her chest. The air became thick, almost impossible to breathe.

Emily was the first to react, rushing to you, her hands shaking as she tried to pull your unconscious body out of the water. “Call an ambulance, JJ!” she screamed, trying to stay calm, though her hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Spencer knelt beside you, her eyes flooding with tears. “You can’t do this... you can’t leave us like this,” she whispered, her voice thick with desperation.

JJ tried to call 911, but the desperation in his voice made the words catch in his throat. He finally managed to give the address, but the operator informed him that the ambulance would take a while to arrive due to an accident on the main road. Without wasting any more time, JJ made a decision. “We can’t wait, we have to take her ourselves!”

Without thinking twice, the three of them carried you out of the bathroom, wrapping you in towels to stop the bleeding. Spencer held you, his hands still stained with your blood, as they rushed you to the car.

The trip to the hospital was agony. Every second that passed, every breath you took, or stopped taking, was like a stab in the heart of each of them. Emily, driving at full speed, struggled not to lose concentration while JJ, from the backseat, pressed on your wounds, trying to keep you conscious. Spencer kept talking to you, murmuring words of encouragement, pleading with you not to leave, to stay with them.

Finally, they arrived at the hospital, and the doctors immediately took you into surgery. The BAU team, who had been alerted, arrived soon after. Hotch, Rossi, Morgan, and Garcia joined Emily, JJ, and Spencer in the waiting room. The hours passed slowly, each minute a silent torture as they waited for news from you.

Spencer kept staring at his hands, your words echoing in his mind. He couldn’t shake the image of you, limp and lifeless in that bathtub. He felt helpless, riddled with guilt for not realizing what was happening to you. He loved you, more than he’d ever dared to admit, and the thought of losing you was too painful to bear.

Finally, the doctor emerged from the operating room, his expression grave. “She’s stable for now, but the blood loss was significant. We had to suture multiple wounds and are monitoring for possible nerve damage. It’s a miracle they brought her in on time.”

The relief was palpable, but so was the sadness. They knew that even though you had survived, the battle wasn’t over. They would have to face the reasons why you had gotten to that point, figure out what had happened, and most of all, be there for you, to help you heal.

Spencer walked up to the ICU door, looking at you through the glass. His eyes filled with tears, he rested a hand on the glass. “I’m sorry… I didn’t realize how bad you were,” he whispered, feeling the weight of guilt crushing him.

Emily and JJ accompanied him, each feeling a mix of relief and pain. They knew the road to your recovery would be long and difficult, but they were determined to be by your side every step of the way, no matter what it took.

When you were finally able to open your eyes days later, the first thing you saw were the tired but relieved faces of your teammates. You knew you had plunged into a darkness that seemed insurmountable, but seeing the people who loved you by your side, you knew you wouldn’t be alone on the road back to the light.

The dim glow of the hospital’s fluorescent lights welcomed you back into the conscious world. Your head hurt, and you felt the weight of the blankets on your body, but what caught your attention the most was the soft sound of someone breathing next to you. You slowly turned your head and met the tired, worried eyes of Spencer, who had been watching over you.

“Spencer…” your voice came out as a whisper, rough from lack of use and medication. You were surprised at how weak you felt, as if a large part of you had vanished.

He sat up instantly, his eyes filling with relief at seeing you awake. “You’re awake…” he said in a tone that reflected a mix of joy and pain. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry... If I had known… If I had noticed something…” The weight of his guilt hit you hard. Even though every fiber of your being was exhausted, you couldn’t let Spencer carry that pain. But before you could answer, the door to the room opened, and Emily and JJ rushed in, closely followed by Hotch and Rossi.

Emily approached you, tears in her eyes, but keeping her composure. “You scared the hell out of us,” she said softly, gently taking your hand. “You don’t have to go through this alone, understand? We’re here for you, always.” JJ sat on the other side of the bed, his blue eyes filled with concern. “Whatever you’re going through… you can tell us. You don’t have to carry this alone.”

The room was filled with a heavy silence, everyone waiting for you to say something, anything to help them understand what had brought you to this point. You knew they were worried, that they wanted to help you, but it wasn’t easy to put into words the storm that had been building inside you.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, your voice breaking, feeling tears build up in your eyes. “I didn’t want them to know… I didn’t want to be a burden.”

Spencer looked at you in pain, his hands shaking slightly as he took yours. “You would never be a burden to us. Never.”

Hotch, who had been watching silently, stepped forward. His voice was firm, but with a tinge of compassion that he rarely showed. “You don’t have to face this alone. Whatever you’re feeling, whatever led you to this, we’re going to be with you every step of the way.”

Hotch’s words, so simple and full of promise, were what finally broke the dam. The tears you’d been holding back for so long began to flow, and with them came a wave of emotions you’d been suppressing: the despair, the loneliness, the pain that had consumed you in silence.

Emily wrapped her arms around you, holding you with a strength that anchored you in the present. “It’s okay to cry. It’s okay to not be okay,” she whispered, her voice shaking with her own pent-up emotions.

For the first time in what seemed like forever, you felt like you could breathe, if only barely. The lump in your chest didn’t go away entirely, but the presence of your peers, your friends, gave you the strength you needed to start talking, to share what you’d been keeping to yourself.

You told them about the pressure you’d felt, the feeling that you were failing, that you couldn’t live up to expectations. You told them how each day had gotten harder to bear, until one day you just couldn’t take it anymore. The words came out in fits and starts, mixed with sobs, but they listened to each one with patience and understanding.

There was no judgment, just support. And as you spoke, little by little, you began to feel the weight that had been weighing you down begin to lighten, if only a little.

When you finally finished, the silence that followed wasn’t awkward. Spencer was still holding your hand, and his gaze reflected both pain and resolve. “You’re not alone in this. You won’t be anymore,” he said firmly.

Hotch nodded. “We’ll have to work together to get through this, but we will. We’ll help you find the support you need, and we’ll be here for you, too.”

Rossi, who had been watching from the back, came over and gently patted you on the shoulder. “Remember, that’s what family is for, to be there in the worst times and the best too.”

At that moment, although you knew the road ahead would be long and difficult, you also knew that you wouldn’t walk it alone. The team weren't just your colleagues, they were your family, and with them by your side, you began to believe that, perhaps, you could find a way to heal.

And although the darkness still lurked, the light of hope, however small, began to shine again.

ONE YEAR LATER...

1 year into recovery brought with it a new version of you, a version that, while still scarred, both physically and emotionally, was fully committed to moving forward with humor and gratitude. You had rejoined the team fully and found a balance between work, your personal life, and your healing process. Your colleagues had learned to appreciate your new style of humor, even when you surprised them with your comments from time to time.

One afternoon, while you were in the office cafeteria with Emily, JJ, and Garcia, you decided to break the silence with a joke, something you had perfected over those past few months.

“Did you know I’ve developed a new skill?” you said, as you poured yourself a coffee. The three womens looked at you curiously. “Now I can say that I’m an expert in abstract art. I just need something sharp and a bad day.”

There was a moment of surprise, but then Emily was the first to laugh, shaking her head. “You know, no one handles dark humor like you.”

JJ nodded, smiling. “True, but at least now we know you do it with complete command of the situation. Although I will never stop being amazed by your ability to make jokes out of something so serious.”

“Well, my traumas, my jokes,” you said with a wink, and the group burst into laughter. They had learned to take your humor as a sign of your progress, a way to remind yourself and them that you were in control, that you wouldn’t let yourself be overcome by the darkness that once trapped you.

Garcia, who until now had been listening in silence, smiled and gave you a gentle nudge. “You know, I think you should consider writing a self-help book: ‘How to survive work and not go crazy. ’ It could be a best-seller.”

“Sure, with special chapters on how to choose something sharp and how not to use them when you have a bad day,” you joked, and everyone laughed again.

Towards the end of the day, as you were gathering your things to head home, you ran into Rossi in the hallway. He looked at you with his typical knowing expression, but with a spark of amusement in his eyes.

“You know, kid I love seeing you make those jokes. It’s a sign that you’re okay, but it’s also a reminder of how far you’ve come.”

You smiled at him, nodding. “Yeah, Dave, I know. Sometimes, I need to remind myself and others that surviving doesn’t just mean being okay, but learning to laugh at what scared us. And if I don’t do it, who else will?”

Rossi let out a soft laugh. “You know, you can always count on me to be your audience. I’m not as good an audience as Spencer, though.”

“Thanks, Dave. I’ll keep that in mind for my next show.”

As you left, you knew you were surrounded by people who understood you, who supported you, and who accepted every part of you, even the darkest ones. But most importantly, you knew you had found a way to move forward: with a smile on your face, a joke on your lips, and a team that, no matter what, would always be by your side.

And as you walked out the door, ready to face whatever came next, you couldn’t help but make one last comment to yourself. “Well, if I survived the bathtub, I’m ready for anything. I just hope there’s more wine and less blood next time.”

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated dearly🫧

[jewish-vents]

I wish my friends would check in on me. I want to tell someone how I feel as a Jewish person right now, but my therepist is jewish too and I dont want to make him sad, and I dont want to make my parents sad by venting to them since they are jewish too (plus neither are the best people to vent too for their own reasons), and my partner is stressed from work and school so they don't need my emotional baggage too. And I'm scared I'm making my friends annoyed/not enjoy hanging out with me by how much negativity slips out of me recently (even if not about antisemitism, my over all mood still effected by it, making me more prone to negetivity), so I'm trying hard to not dump on them all the time, and when I do talk about stuff, make sure it's not the same person every time and make sure there are many interactions between times I bring up anything negative. I thought I was doing an ok job at it, but when I was really stressed and sad about about a guy approaching my synagogue with a gun (but luckily being scared off before he could get inside and then being successfully tracked down and arrested a few days later, all this after making multiple anonomys threatening voicecalls to the synagogue weeks prior), and I sent a message about it to a friend, she never responded. And then like a week later I messaged to see if SHE was ok because I hadn't heard anything in awhile, and she responded right away that yeah she is fine, and we chatted for a bit about other stuff. And I just. Never brought that up. But also I noticed she hasn't messaged me unprompted for awhile. And hasn't asked me if I want to hang for awhile. And she will say yeah if I ask her if she wants to watch a movie but. Like. It's always me initiating it. And I can't remember if it was like this Before. And a few months back I made a brief mention of something to a different friend before changing the topic, I can't even remember if it was a jewish thing I was stressed out about or not, and though we've seen eachother in groups that we both happen to be at, or hung out in group chats online, he hasn't asked me to hang out in forever and whenever I invite him to hangout he can't or seems to avoid the topic. Maybe it's all coincidence. Maybe it's all in my head. Maybe I'm making things harder for myself than they need to be. But I wish someone would initiate checking in with me. Because if like if I were to bring up my worries I'm annoying people by being sad, or just cut to the point and say I'm sad about jewish stuff and ask for comfort, if it's all in my head I will make them uncomfortable by revieling I feel this way, or if it's not all in my head, I will just push them further away by being needy and guilting. But they will never check in with me. Because that would require letting it be obvious how sad I am. Which same problem again.

Anon, please speak to your therapist about how you're feeling. I guarantee that they would prefer to discuss something they are also struggling with rather than leave something that is so difficult for you unaddressed.- 🐞

[megpricephotography]

Flynn's become such a good, helpful boy! **Long read beneath the cut & Trigger Warning for cancer, choking, health problems... but Flynn himself is totally, 100% fine (just being helpful!) & I am OK too, nothing graphic!**

I don't talk about health on here but I had an aggressive cancer when I was younger - a few years before I got Flynn. My old lad Barney helped me through diagnosis & treatment, he was a star, bless him. Thankfully I've now been in remission a long time but do have long term side-effects. I had to relearn how to drink/eat & speak & it all remains rather hard to this day. One problem I have - especially when tired (& I am often tired!) - is that I am much more prone to choking now. Usually, so long as I don't panic, I can sort myself out very quickly & it's more emotionally distressing, than a serious danger to my life but every now & again, I do have a genuinely alarming moment, when it's worse than normal & I don't know if I might need immediate outside help. Flynn has gradually picked up on the fact that I am prone to choking while eating. He's also learned to recognise certain foods, which are more likely to cause me problems. Plus, he's worked out that he can summon assistance to me, by barking his head off if I seem to be struggling.

When I am eating food I'm usually OK with, Flynn goes to his bed & ignores me, unless there's a problem. However, whenever I sit down with a type food which he knows I find trickier to manage, Flynn has taken to standing in front of me the entire time I am eating (& I am soooo slow!) & watching me very intensely. He's not begging & he does not move from his spot, or take his gaze off me, until I make it clear I'm done.

Being under Flynn's hard-eyed stare while I am trying to eat a meal, is mildly unnerving but undeniably helpful. The thing is, despite this not being a new problem anymore… I did spend my 1st two decades of my life eating normally, so when I am tired &/or hungry, it's easy to stop taking so much care about what I'm doing - & that's when I run into problems… However, when I've got a border collie standing right there, "supervising", with an expression on his face that is similar to a particularly stern nurse, making sure their patient takes the correct medication, I find it's much easier to remain alert, remember I still need to pay attention to what I'm doing & to slow down - even more than usual... Having Flynn there regularly prevents issues even starting.

Of course, I do sometimes still start to choke & Flynn's got amazingly good at recognising when I am having difficulties & he's so fast to respond. He immediately turns his back to me, in order to watch the doorway & begins doing a very distinctive, agitated, loud, repetitive bark. He will not stop, until the relative who we live with appears to check on me. (Interestingly, when we're home alone, Flynn still takes up his vigil while I eat but he generally won't bark, or is slower to start woofing, if I run into problems). Thankfully the vast majority of the time, I am fine within a few worrying seconds but obviously, it's reassuring having someone nearby, just in case. This behaviour is just something Flynn began doing by himself…. We've slowly begun offering rewards for it though, because it's obviously, it's a nifty trick!! A very Good Boy!!

[pixiedurango]

Hey, so I saw your letter ask post and it's an amazing idea! Your letters look so good 😍!! I was wondering if you would in interested, please, in doing one between Teia and Lucanis where Teia absolutely has picked up on the love/desire/connection between lucanis and Rook and she's trying to subtlety encourage/ get info out of Lucanis because aside from spite, teia is rookanis biggest shipper and no one can convince me otherwise 🤣! Thanks 😊

Yay, you have sent my first ever request for the Antivan Postal Service. Thank you so much.

I went with a f!rook without any other specifications, I hope that is OK. Here we go, I really hope you like it <3

Transcript:

Lucanis,

forgive me, but the day I’ll address you as 1st Talon in a private letter, I might throw myself into the canals from the big bell tower.

I just wanted to check in with you. Sending something else than operation missives, contract matters and reports. Some cozy Antivan hospitality within those lines to give you a glimpse of home. And a taste, see the crate attached - you will find an assortment of the finest delicacies Treviso has to offer.

Ah, she sends gifts… what does she want? I don’t need to see you, to know what you are thinking right now. But can a fellow Crow, a Talon even, of a somewhat alligned House not just look after you to see how you are doing? You’ve been away for so long, even before the… you know what. And upon return, you just stumbled into the worst of literally everything…

Just let me assure you that things are calming down around here and once you will return home, you’ll find your Crows in immaculate shape. We know, that Caterina will take care of that, but not alone, as Vi and I are here to have your back. And that’s not sucking up to my boss, but as I see it the only chance we have is unity if what we seek is stability and a thriving Treviso, a thriving Antiva once this whole ‘killing the old gods and stopping the end of world’ thing is over and dealt with.

How is life at the lighthouse? We really need to drop by soon for a meetup and a tour. I’m dying to see how it is to live in the Fade. Aren’t these crazy times? Casually speaking of visiting friends in the Fade where they live. If I would not be part of this whole story I wouldn’t believe it if someone told me!

Speaking of crazy… How’s Rook doing? She works so hard. And yet she always has a smile and a kind word. I wonder where she got THAT from. Unlikely from Viago. And she got you your smile back, too! You thought I would not notice, right? But its clear to see that you are beaming. More every time we meet.

I’m not saying it’s her (alone) that brought your smile back. Purpose, a contract, some successes along the way, friends… all this does wonders for you.

But from the day, that you begged me to not flirt with your “colleague” I knew there was something between the both of you. You might not even have realized yourself then, but I KNEW. And don’t you shake your head on reading this, I know what I know. Rook is not only a pleasure to look at, but she is also smart, loyal, funny and, you can’t deny it - good for you.

Don’t you worry, I may not have many secrets in front of your nonna, excuse me, Caterina - but this one will stay between me and you (and Rook). Viago of course is as oblivious of social cues as ever, so you don't have to worry on that front, either.

Be assured, you can explore this surely exciting events in your private life without the worry, of becoming the cover story of the Treviso gazettes. Your secret is safe with me. This said, just know that I’d love to hear everything you want to tell me about it, but of course I know I’m talking into the Fade here…. Quite literally.

So, nothing more to say but: Enjoy your gift box, I recommend the bottle of good old red together with some of the tapas in the sealed basket. I’m sure, Rook will love them too.

Always yours - Teia

[amazingmsme]

Keeping Secrets

AN: More epic fluff! This time with Elpenor & Ody! Think it’s safe to say that we’re all in dire need for some cute goofy shenanigans after thunder saga, & I already had an idea for this. If anyone has any Eurylochus prompts please send em my way, cause he’s next!

“Ow!”

Elpenor yanked his hand away from the oar, inspecting his palm while the men around him continued rowing in unison.

"You okay?" Polites asked, turning around in his seat to check on the younger man.

"Yeah, it's just a splinter," he shrugged it off, picking at the skin around it in the hopes of working it from his palm. But his nails were short, and the splinter was deep, and it proved to be too difficult a task. He went back to rowing, ignoring the nagging pain in his hand.

That was a week ago.

Now, the skin around the splinter was red and puffy, and far too tender for him to do intense labor with that hand. He avoided rowing, as if the very act would kill him, opting for quite literally any other job.

He was slowly peeling carrots, the work tedious, yet easy on his hand. The cool carrot actually felt good against his inflamed palm. But he missed the camaraderie that came with the more difficult jobs, and people were starting to get suspicious.

Eurylochus marched through the kitchen doors, arms folded across his expansive chest as he stared down at him.

"Uh, d-did I do something wrong?" he asked, sitting up straight as the second in command walked in.

"Not exactly."

When Eurylochus didn't elaborate, Elpenor filled the silence. "So... why are you looking at me like that?"

"Why are you nursing your right hand?" he countered, catching Elpenor off guard.

He sputtered in shock as he answered, "Wha- I- no I'm not!"

"Oh, so you normally peel with your left hand?" he asked, arching a brow quizzically. Elpenor glared at him before he sighed in defeat. His shoulders sagged as he looked away.

"No... Hey! Let go!" Elpenor was wrenched to his feet when Eurylochus snatched him by the wrist, inspecting his injured hand.

"Mhm, you let it get infected," Eurylochus confirmed upon inspection. He snatched his hand back and clutched it close to his chest.

"I didn't let it do anything! I just couldn't get it out!" he snapped defensively.

"Well did you ask anyone for help?" Eurylochus asked in an even tone. Elpenor continued to glare.

"No..."

"Then you didn't try very hard," he reasoned, holding up a hand to silence Elpenor when he opened his mouth to argue. "It's alright. Just follow me." He walked to the door, holding it open for both of them.

"So where are we going?" he asked as he trailed behind.

"Odysseus has some tweezers. He should be able to get that splinter out no problem," he answered. Elpenor froze in place.

"The captain doesn't really need to know about this," he rushed out. Eurylochus turned to look at him, smirking when he took in his fearful expression.

"He already knows."

"Wha-"

"Polites told us."

Elpenor scoffed and crossed his arms, rolling his eyes as he spoke. "Of course he did."

"Hey, you should be grateful. Would you rather loose your hand because of a little splinter?" Eurylochus teased.

"Oh please, I wouldn't loose my hand-"

"No, because we're taking care of it right now," Eurylochus said matter of factly. Elpenor silently mocked him from behind, stopping immediately when he turned to check if he was coming. He begrudgingly trailed behind, complaining the whole way.

"Elpenor, relax. He just wants to talk to you and patch you up. It's not the end of the world."

"But this is stupid, can't I just take the tweezers and do it myself?" he tried to reason. Eurylochus shook his head, his expression shifting towards amusement when he saw his hesitation and worry.

"His bark is worse than his bite, I assure you."

"Hey, I'm not afraid of him!"

"You're sure acting like it," Eurylochus countered.

"He's gonna chew me out, I know that," Elpenor grumbled. He flinched when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Like I said. His bark's worse than his bite."

Elpenor heaved a dramatic sigh before following the rest of the way. Eurylochus ruffled his hair as he wished him luck, and he swatted him away before knocking.

The door opened and the captain welcomed him with a warm smile.

"Hey there. Come on in, have a seat," he greeted, pulling a chair away from his desk as he rifled through his things. Elpenor hesitantly walked in, taking in his surrounding as he sat down. The captain's room was messy yet organized, with eclectic decor and trinkets lining the walls and shelves.

Odysseus returned with a small pair of forceps, sitting on the edge of his bed in front of Elpenor. He noticed him staring at a large set of jaws hanging across the room and grinned.

"Polites and I reeled it in off the coast back home," he explained. Elpenor perked up.

"Really?"

"Yup. It was one hell of a fight too," Odysseus reminisced. "What about you? Do you enjoy fishing?" he asked conversationally. Elpenor thought for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah, I guess I like it," he agreed.

"Well it'll be a lot harder if you only have one hand," he chastised, though he kept his tone light enough. Elpenor looked at the floor, his head hung in shame.

"Yeah, well, it didn't come to that, so..." Elpenor trailed off, still refusing to meet the captain's gaze. Odysseus took notice and placed his hands on his hips.

"Oh come on, I was just teasing!" When Elpenor didn't crack a smile, he rolled his eyes and smacked him on the knee. "Lighten up!"

Elpenor chanced a glance at him, brows furrowed in confusion. "Aren't you gonna... I don't know, yell at me?"

"I can get my point across without yelling," he said, holding out his hand expectantly. Elpenor hesitated before placing his hand in his, palm up. "But you really shouldn't let any injury go unchecked, especially on a ship. You've scrubbed the deck, you know how filthy these things are," he chuckled at his own joke. Elpenor didn't find it nearly as amusing.

"I mean, even the smallest cut could get infected, and if you let it go long enough, next thing you know, you lost your hand. Or foot. Or whatever," he scolded, pointing an accusatory finger in Elpenor's face.

"Okay, I get it. I'll get help next time," Elpenor snapped.

"Hey, I'm your captain, don't you dare speak to me like that," Odysseus barked as soon as his tone shifted. Elpenor shrunk back.

"Yes sir. Sorry."

Odysseus sighed. "I care about the well being of every man on this ship. Okay? So whether you get stabbed, or you get a splinter, or anything in between, you fucking let someone know. Understood?" Elpenor nodded.

"Understood?"

Elpenor nodded more vigorously. "Yes sir."

Odysseus perked up, a cheery smile replacing the stern look. "Good! Now let's get you taken care of." He pressed his thumb against the inflamed skin, making Elpenor wince slightly.

"Sorry, it's kinda tender," he apologized.

"It's alright," Odysseus said, tongue poking out the side of his mouth as he concentrated. He massaged around the area, trying to work the splinter back to the surface. "Wouldn't hurt if you'd just done this to begin with-"

"Okay!"

Odysseus gave him a pointed look and he shut up. "That's what I thought." Despite his words and outward demeanor, Odysseus was actually hoping for a little bit of that classic defiance that everyone had come to associate with the youngest among their ranks. To see him so quiet and obedient felt... wrong.

Was Elpenor afraid of him?

Gods, he hoped not. He didn't want his men to fear him, he just wanted their respect. And Odysseus was wise enough to know the difference.

"Relax, this isn't gonna hurt."

Elpenor scoffed, "I know that."

"Really? 'Cause you're kinda acting like I'm gonna bite your hand off," he teased.

"Lots of talk about me losing my hand today," Elpenor quipped. "You and Eurylochus planning something?"

Odysseus couldn't help but bark out a laugh and shake his head. "Just concerned for you, is all."

Elpenor narrowed his eyes skeptically. "Uh huh." He watched as Odysseus worked the splinter closer to the surface before grabbing the tweezers.

"Alright, I think I can get it now." He pinched the tweezers twice just for show before he got to work pulling the splinter out. Elpenor watched as he slowly tugged the invasive piece of wood free from his palm. It was longer than he expected, and had been nestled right near his thumb, preventing adequate mobility. The relief he felt when it was finally pulled free was immense.

"See? That wasn't so bad," Odysseus said once he finished. Elpenor nodded in agreement, glancing up at him in thanks.

"No sir. Uh, thank you." Elpenor made to stand, but Odysseus yanked him right back down.

"We're not quite done yet. Sit," he demanded, despite already forcing him to do so.

"Oh, uh, okay," Elpenor said nervously, watching every movement he made.

Odysseus walked over to a bucket in the corner and carried it back, sloshing precariously along the way.

"Hold out your hand," Odysseus ordered, and he listened. He held the bucket up and poured a generous amount of saltwater over the inflamed skin. He offered a towel to dry off before rummaging around his room once more. He returned with a golden jar and some loose bandages. Elpenor studied his movements with curiosity.

"So what's all this for?" he questioned.

"Well," Odysseus began as he unscrewed the jar and dipped his finger inside. "The saltwater was to clean the wound-"

"I wouldn't exactly call it a wound-"

"Shh, the captain's talking," he playfully shushed him, but Elpenor's mouth snapped shut regardless. "And the honey and bandages are to make sure it heals," he explained as he dabbed the honey onto his palm.

He was practically stiff as a board. Odysseus wasn't even sure he was breathing.

"You okay there?"

Elpenor snapped himself out of it and nodded. "Yup! Never better!"

"Uh huh," Odysseus said skeptically. He continued to spread the honey across his palm, this time watching Elpenor's reactions carefully. Strangely enough, he seemed to react more than when he actually removed the splinter. His shoulders were tense, lips pressed in a thin line as he avoided the captain's gaze. Odysseus traced the long crease of his hand, and his arm instinctively pulled back, fingers twitching with the urge to form a fist.

"Is there something you're not telling me?"

To Elpenor, the question came out of nowhere. He looked up in a panic, locking eyes with Odysseus. "What?"

"I know this doesn't hurt half as much as you're acting like it does. So what gives? You got another splinter you're not telling me about?" His questions were sensible and valid, and Elpenor hated just how genuine he sounded.

"No!"

"Then what is it?"

"It's nothing!"

Odysseus didn't believe him. He squinted, looking Elpenor up and down. He leaned forward, on the cusp of invading his personal space. "Then act like it's nothing." He then continued to apply the honey in a thin, sticky layer.

And Elpenor flinched once more, biting his bottom lip.

Odysseus let out a small noise in frustration, letting go of his hand and fixing him with a look. "What's really going on?" he demanded.

"Noth-"

Odysseus held up a hand to silence him. "Don't lie to me." Elpenor went quiet, fixing him with a glare of his own.

"I'm not lying! It really is nothing."

"Yeah, because flinching at every touch is normal," Odysseus countered.

Elpenor hung his head, refusing to look at the captain for what seemed like the millionth time. "It's stupid," he mumbled, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks, not quite visible to Odysseus.

"Try me." When Elpenor didn't quite get the hint, he continued. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad," he encouraged. When that still didn't work, he added, "Tell me, or you'll be swabbing the deck for a week." That got his attention.

"Oh come on!" he whined. Odysseus grinned.

"I can make it two," he playfully threatened.

Elpenor wrenched his hand free from his grasp as he threw his arms up in the air out of frustration. "Zeus, you're insufferable! It just tickled a little, okay? Happy?" he snapped.

Odysseus tried to keep it together, he really did. But his smile stretched wider across his face, showing off all his teeth, and a chuckle slipped out that he tried to mask as a cough.

"Don't laugh at me!"

"Sorry, sorry. I just- wasn't expecting that," he admitted, looking Elpenor up and down. "You could've just told me, I would've been more careful."

He scoffed and crossed his arms. "Yeah right."

Odysseus cocked his head, eyebrows shooting up quizzically. "Oh? You don't trust me?" he challenged.

"Not with that information, no," he admitted, keeping a suitable distance between them.  Odysseus tossed his head back with a hearty laugh.

"Well at least you're honest. Let's get you bandaged up." He smirked when Elpenor didn't move. "I promise I won't do anything," he said, hiding crossed fingers behind his back.

He hesitantly sat back down, allowing Odysseus to wrap his hand. A long silence stretched between them before Odysseus spoke. "So palms, huh?"

Elpenor groaned and hid his face in his free hand. "Please stop talking."

"No no, I think it's cute," he teased, making sure the bandage was tight enough, but not too tight before tying it in a knot.

"I'm never gonna live this down, am I?" he mumbled.

"Not likely," Odysseus said smugly, not even bothering to hide his proud smirk. Elpenor groaned in embarrassment.

"Oh don't be like that. There are worse things." He patted his knee to signal that he was done, and Elpenor heaved a sigh of relief. When he made to stand, Odysseus stopped him.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Elpenor felt his stomach drop. "Uh, b-back to work?"

"In a minute, I gotta check the other one."

Elpenor clutched his hands to his chest, staring at him in bewilderment. "Why?"

"Gotta make sure that one's not hurt. Can't really take your word for it now, can we?" he teased.

"It's fine!" he squeaked out.

"Relax, it'll only take a second," he assured, snatching his other wrist. He yanked him down so he was sitting beside him on the bed, wasting no time before getting to work.

"Captain! What're you doING?" Elpenor's protest turned squeaky towards the end before clamping his mouth shut. Odysseus scribbled against his palm, smiling innocently

"Checking for splinters," he said, feigning innocence. Elpenor shook his head, stomping his feet a little, anything to keep from laughing. "What else would I be doing?" Odysseus asked, as if he didn't already know.

"You're t-tickling mehehe!" Elpenor cried out before bubbly giggles took over his voice.

"Really? Wow, I would've never guessed," he mused nonchalantly, tracing the lines on Elpenor's palm.

"Liahahar! You fucking knew!" he accused, so Odysseus decided to scratch blunt nails along his inner wrist. He snorted and tugged on his trapped arm, but the captain's grip held firm.

"I didn't know they'd be this bad. But hey, I'm not complaining," he taunted, chuckling when Elpenor whined through his giggles and tried shoving him away with his wrapped hand.

"Ihihi ahahaham!" Elpenor argued, trying to sound angry, but the giggles severely diminished the effect. Odysseus scoffed and waved him off.

"No you're not, you're laugh," he justified, flashing him a cheeky grin. He began tracing circles on the center of his palm, and Elpenor squealed, tugging on his arm with all his might. Odysseus barely bit back a smirk, letting him go so that he flew back into the mass pillows on the bed.

Odysseus didn't bother to hide his laughter when Elpenor hit the pillows and only laughed harder when he glared up at him.

"What kind of captain are you?" he asked incredulously, sitting up among the mountain of pillows.

"A really fun one," he bragged. Elpenor rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"You're crazy..."

"Thank you," Odysseus said mock sincerely, placing a hand over his heart.

"That wasn't a compliment!"

"It is to me."

"Whatever," Elpenor scoffed and waved him off. His cheeks were sporting a bright blush, brows furrowed, nostrils flared: oh, so he got angry when he was embarrassed. This just kept getting better and better.

He waited until Elpenor was almost standing to strike. He lunged forward, grabbing him in a headlock from behind and yanking him back down.

"NO! MOTHERFUCKER, LET ME GOOO!" he screamed, thrashing in his hold as much as he could.

"Hey! Don't talk to your captain like that!" Odysseus scolded, wasting no time before clawing at his belly.

"THEN AHAHACT LIHIKE ONE!" Elpenor squealed through his growing hysterics, prying his arm away, only for it to latch onto his hip and squeeze. Odysseus gasped in mock offense, drilling his thumb against the bone.

"You undermining my authority?" he challenged in a threatening tone.

"N-nohoho! Please, thihihis ihis torture!" Elpenor shrieked when he felt that wretched hand scribble across his stomach up to his ribs.

Odysseus snorted in amusement. "Yeah- tickle torture!" As he spoke, he sped up his movements, digging in ever so slightly. Elpenor cackled and thrashed even more.

"You're nohohot funny!"

"Actually, I'm hilarious!" Odysseus insisted. "Oh, I got a good one for you! How many tickles does it take to make a kraken laugh?" Somehow, Elpenor managed to let out an annoyed groan through a fit of giggles. "Ten tickles!"

"Thehehey only hahave eight legs!" he argued. Odysseus glared down at him and shoved his hands under his arms, making his scream with laughter.

"You smartass! I know they only have eight tentacles, it's called a play on words!"

"Stihihill not funny!"

"Oh now you're asking for it," he growled as he scribbled down his ribs to his sides to his hips.

"Ihihi ahaham NOHOHOT!" Elpenor shrieked when he felt hands relentlessly squeeze his hips.

"That's exactly what someone who's asking for it would say," Odysseus taunted with a shit eating grin. "But since I'm feeling nice, I'll offer you a deal: promise to actually tell someone if you're hurt, and- are you even listening?" he asked, drilling circles against the bones with his thumbs. Elpenor bucked and snorted, nodding in agreement.

"Yehehes, just gehehet ohohon with it!" he cried out through his laughter. Odysseus chuckled along and continued.

"Okay bossy. But if you promise to be more careful and look after yourself, I'll let you go," he bargained. Elpenor leapt at the opportunity for mercy.

"Yehehes, fine! Whatehehever you wahant, just stop!"

True to his word, Odysseus pulled away, allowing him to catch his breath. He chanced a glance towards the captain, instant regret taking hold as he saw him leaning against the headboard, arms folded across his chest smugly, and he was sporting the biggest shit eating grin Elpenor had ever seen. He turned away with a huff, mumbling under his breath as he stood.

Odysseus watched him go, snickering quietly behind his hand. He shut up as soon as Elpenor whipped around, trying to catch him in the act. But there he sat, the picture of feigned innocence.

Elpenor scoffed, still reeling from the strange interaction with their superior.

"You're a fucking monster," he spat, but the insult held no heat. In fact, it only made Odysseus smile wider.

"Yeah, a tickle monster," he chimed in, not even bothering to hide his amusement. Elpenor blushed, eyes wide and mouth agape as he struggled to find a smart retort. Odysseus cocked his head. He glared at him.

"Shut up." He grabbed the doorknob, flinching when he heard Odysseus's voice speak up.

"You're dismissed," came the smug call, and Elpenor could just kill him.

"I was already leaving," he sassed back, opening the door and leaving. He slammed the door behind him, cutting off deep, rumbling chuckles. He turned down the hall, nearly running into Eurylochus.

"Wha- Eurylochus! Uh, h-how long have you, uh, been standing there?" he studdered, not quite meeting his gaze. Eirylochus smirked.

"Just wanted to make sure you'd made it out alive," he teased.

"Yeah, whatever," he brushed him off, getting all but two steps before it dawned on him, and he spun on his heels to face him. "Wait- YOU FUCKING KNEW?!"

Eurylochus couldn't help but break out in a large, playful grin. He shrugged sheepishly.

"Asshole!" he shoved at his chest, as unmoving as a wall. "Why didn't you warn me?"

"And ruin the surprise?"

Elpenor let out a high pitched, indignant sound that made Eurylochus bark out a laugh. He threw an arm around his sounders and guided him down the hall.

Elpenor was still reeling from what had just happened. At the beginning of the day, he had a nagging splinter in his hand, and by the end, the splinter was gone, and in its place was a completely new perception of the man he called captain.

Maybe he wasn't so bad...

And then Polites bounded up to him, eyes shining and smile bright. "I didn't know you were ticklish!"

Or not.

[plaidpajamallama]

(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 10 part 2

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He kissed he again

putting her hands in his hair

He brought a hand to the side of her neck. Giving her goosebumps, he moved his hand that was around her waist, making her week

She pulled away, catching her breath.

He said out of breath you could have told me you needed to breathe.

She smiled. Why would I do that?

He chuckled. God, you are amazing.

She looked over at the clock; it was going on at midnight. I didn’t know it was so late.

He looked over at the clock. Oh shit, I should get going,

I mean, you don’t have to leave. She said, moving a piece of hair out of her face.

I’ll stay if you want me too.

Yeah, I want you too.

Ok, then it looks like I’ll stay, he said, smiling.

He let his hand run across her waist as he moved away from her.

She walked into the bathroom, taking a moment to look at herself in the mirror.

Her face was bright red, and her hair was messed up a little. She took a moment to collect herself. She fixed her hair, walking out.

Jey was putting the rest of their food in the mini fridge.

She sat down in the bed, getting under the sheets, looking for something to watch.

After a moment, Jey stood up, walking over to the other side of the bed.

He threw back the blanket, getting into bed.

Laying next to her, she moved closer to him, laying her head on his chest and wrapping his arm around her.

Thank you for making me feel better. He said, kissing the top of her head.

Always she looked up at him. You know you can always talk to me.

I know it’s just hard for me to talk about.

I get it. I don’t want to make you, but I can see it weighing on you. I’m here for you.

He ran a hand through his hair.

My relationship with my family is difficult.

You know how Roman treated me.

When Jimmy came back, he couldn’t even recognize me. Being with Roman changed me.

People called me a crashout. I hurt people just because Roman said so.

But you know when Sami joined the Bloodline

He opened my eyes and showed me a way out.

And I took it. I left; it wasn’t easy, but I did.

I worked hard to earn people's trust on Raw.

Now with Jimmy back, everything is fucked up.

He’s not going to stop trying to get me to help them.

What are you going to do?

I’m going to go see Solo. Tell him to leave me out of this. Tell him he better not come over to Raw.

What if you run into Jimmy?

I’ll tell him exactly what I told him tonight. He looked down at her, seeing a bit of worry on her face. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

I know I just can’t help but worry.

I’ll be okay. I can handle myself, he said, taking her hand in his.

I’m here if you need anything.

All I need from you is not to worry. You need to focus on the street trash. You took a nasty hit tonight.

Yeah, she said, rubbing the back of her head.

God, I mean who wears heels in the ring.

Our missed money in the bank, which could help you out?

She cut him off. I’m not tagging with her anymore; her voice is almost as bad as Liv's.

No, I’m saying that she could cash in on Liv; she could see Liv as an easier target to cash in on instead of Nia, which could benefit you.

Your not wrong. If Tiffy was the champion, it would be easier to get my title back.

Exactly. You shouldn’t be so mean to her so you could convince her to cash in on Liv.

I don’t know if I can do that; she gets on my nerves.

She can’t be that bad now.

You get in the ring with her and hear it’s tiffy time, she said in a high-pitched voice.

And tell me that’s not annoying.

He sat there for a moment. Yeah, that sounds annoying.

Exactly! And I took a heel to the head because of her.

Did you get checked out?

Yea, I stopped by the medic. I’m good, which is good sense. I got to deal with Raquel.

Well, she's going to feel the brutality, and anyone who tries to come out

One of these days I’m going to hit Dom with a riptide. I mean it

Hey, I believe you, plus I wouldn’t be mad to see that either.

She chuckled, turning the lamp off so just the TV was lighting the room.

They laid there watching TV for a while.

In each other's arms

She thought about how a thing that started as technical flirting to get a leg up in the ring

Now here she was laying in bed with him.

head over heels still thinking about their kiss.

She knew he was still thinking about it too.

He’s been wanting her longer than she’s wanted him, but damn did she fall hard. She snuggled closer to him. You cold, huh, he said, looking down at her.

I mean, yeah, she said laughing.

I knew it!

Can I ask you something?

What’s up?

What is this? What are we, she said, gesturing to themselves.

Well, what do you want this to be?

I want us She gestured again to be us. She said hesitantly

Ok, then we’re together.

Wait, really, it was that easy.

Yeah Rhea I have been trying to holler at you for forever. If you wanted to be my girl, then you're my girl.

Alright then, I’m your girl. She smiled; she couldn’t help it. Jey just made her so happy.

He made her forget everything, all her problems, when she was away. When she was with him, she lay in his arms watching TV.

Jey woke up. The TV was still on.

He looked over at the clock. It was 7 in the morning. He looked over at Rhea; she was still asleep. God, she was beautiful.

He couldn’t believe that she was his

Who knew all it would take was both of their families to betray them?

He remembers Jimmy making fun of him for getting distracted because of her.

Rhea's eyes flickered open.

He pushed her hair out of her face. Good morning; you sleep well.

Good morning Yeah, I sleep well. She gave him a kiss.

He grabbed her waist, pulling her closer and giving her another kiss.

You have to go to Europe.

I don’t give a fuck about Europe

I think those people who want to see you do

He rolled her over so he was on top of her.

I think Europe will understand what he said, kissing her. More aggressive than before

You miss your flight.

Then I’ll rebook it

Jey! She said hitting his arm playfully

What! He laughed

You have a flight that you can’t miss. I’ll see you when you get back.

Alright fine Europe gotten Yeet too

Exactly, plus I have to tell Damian.

Okay, he said sitting up. I got to go get my stuff together. I’ll call you.

Alright, she gave him a kiss. I’ll see you when you get back.

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I love them so much 🖤

[shkudss]

Weakened by Eywa Pt. 3

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6

Masterlist

Summary: Ao'nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn't my first language

Author's note: 🤭🤭🤭

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Yaymak - foolish, ignorant

Tsmukan - brother

“You lost their trust, I understand them. You really need to try hard just to get her forgiveness.” Tsireya tried to cheer up Ao’nung, he came to her asking for an advice, which is not normal for him.

“I try, but I don’t believe she’ll even forgive me.”

Ao’nung couldn’t do anything properly after that day. When he saw you so small, broken and vulnerable... You were crying in Neteyam’s hands, needed to be protected. He realized why he did these things to you. And that’s so stupid of him, so stupid.

He liked you.

But just like an ignorant child he didn’t understand it and tried to bully you. And who’s skxawng now? He so fucked up. Now you don’t even want to look at him, nobody lets him even breath towards you.

Sully’s really stick together, because otherwise he doesn’t know how they’re always end up around you. Especially, when he tries to talk to you. Oh Eywa, how many times he tried to do that.

“You can leave her message. I think that would work, you won’t have to come close to her, just do it secretly.”

Ao’nung’s eyes widened in surprise. His sister is really smart. He will leave something at Y/N’s place so that nobody but her can take it. That thought cheered him up a little. He would be happy just to get your forgiveness, even if you won’t be friends after it. But he would fight till the end of his days to get closer to you.

***

“What’s this?” you mumbled looking at little necklace and a small piece of wood with something written on it lying on the stone covered with soft grass.

Who did that? How did they find this place? Even your family doesn’t know where you go every day. Only one person can do this.

“Ao’nung?” You’re completely confused by this whole situation.

You came closer to these things and started to read the message. It was short, but you didn’t want it to be too long, since it’s probably from him.

I’m sorry. Let me talk to you.

Today, here at the sunset.

You bit your lips nervously, heart pounding like crazy. What do you feel? There’s a tornado of emotions going through your fragile soul. You’re scared, nervous, sad, but also… interested? These past weeks showed you that he wants to do something with it. Maybe he even regrets it. So why don’t you check it out?

You can’t help but doubt your decision throughout the day. Neteyam noticed you being too pensive and silent today, which never meant anything good. Especially, after the recent events.

“What’s wrong?” he waited until both of you will be alone in your marui to have a comfortable conversation.

“Nothing, I’m just thinking.” That was true, you just didn’t specify what you were thinking about.

“What makes you think that hard?” He tried to chuckle a little to lighten up the conversation, but you knew he wanted to know the details.

“Tsmukan… you know me. I just think about everything. About our family, about our home, about my feelings. And yes, I think about what happened, but there’s nothing to worry about.” You tried to calm down Neteyam, but he still had things to say.

“That’s exactly why I’m worried. That day I asked you if you’re okay, but you didn’t tell anything and look what happened. I don’t want to see my sister completely broken again. Don’t lie to me, you didn��t act like that for the past week.” His voice got a little rough as he remembered that day. Yeah, he was angry, but that’s only because he loved you.

“I’m fine, okay? Don’t make a drama of it. I don’t want to discuss my thoughts with you now. Let me think it out by myself if you trust me as your sister.” You also got a little annoyed by this conversation. You didn’t want to lie to him, but you had no choice. If any of your family will find out about your plans, they’ll tie you to the house.

Neteyam realized that he went a little hard on you and sighted in defeat. His big hands pulled you closer to him and hugged in a big brother way. You closed your eyes and wrapped you hands around his waist.

“I promise, I’ll tell you if something goes wrong, tsmukan.”

“I trust you, yawntutsyip”

***

The closer you got to your place, the more nervous you were. What if he’ll tell you bad things again? What would you do? Definitely won’t be able to protect yourself.

“Don’t be weak, Y/N!” You mumbled, trying to motivate yourself. “You’re warrior, protect yourself.”

You were so into cheering up yourself, that difficult notice a little branch on the ground and tripped over it, almost falling down. You would be injured if someone didn’t hold you.

Someone like Olo’eyktan’s son

Like Ao’nung

You slowly looked up at him, eyes widened in shock. All previous thoughts left your mind, leaving only basic ones.

He’s strong and dangerous

You suddenly flinched back, surprising both of you. Ao’nung didn’t want you to run away again, so he made some steps back to ensure you that he came in peace.

“Y/N, I don’t want to hurt you again.”

He raised his hands, showing that everything will be fine. You looked at him suspiciously, folding your arms over your chest not because you’re angry at him, but because you don’t want him to see your hands shaking.

“What do you want to tell me? If you intend to fight with me again, don’t do this. I’m really tired of all these fights.”

At that moment you wanted to cry. Looking at him, made all feelings that were asleep deep in your soul wake up again. Eyes became like two sparkling crystals.

“I’m- I’m sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Y/N, I’m really sorry for everything I said and did to you and your family. I was a real asshole and I didn’t understand it, I’m so sorry for this. I don’t hope for you to be my friend, but I hope to get at least the slightest chance to be forgiven. I won’t hurt you or your family again. Please, let me make it up for you and maybe get your trust. Please.”

You were too stunned to say something. Eyes are watery, you look at him trying to find words, but nothing happens. Ao’nung gets nervous as he sees how tears appear in your eyes. He’s wondering if he said something wrong.

“Y/N…” he started but was interrupted by someone’s hold on the back of his neck.

“Don’t worry, tsmukan. I’m fine, tsmukan. What’s what my trust means to you?”

Neteyam stood in front of you, holding Ao’nung firmly and completely furious. Disbelief and pain of betrayal in his eyes makes it hard to look at him. You don’t want to argue with him, but you know that you didn’t mean to upset him.

“Neteyam…”

“What? What lies do you want to tell me this time?” You whimpered a little, not being able to bare this tone. “All of us are trying to protect you, keep you safe and happy. Even Tuk worries about you, she couldn’t sleep when she knew that you’re hurt. Our mother is always looking for you or asks me to take care of you while she’s busy. Our dad feels guilt because he didn’t protect you when he could. All of us loose our nerves and sleep just so you go and see him secretly? We ask you only one thing. To stay away from him. And you disobeyed.” As he started to talking about Tuk, you bursted into tears. You didn’t know this, you didn’t want to hurt your family. “And you. Wasn’t it enough for you to understand that you have no right to even look at my sister? Your dad’s words mean nothing for you?” Neteyam finally payed attention to Ao’nung.

“I didn’t want to hurt you, Neteyam. All of you, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. That’s not why I am here, let me explain.” Trembling voice was like a knife cutting a heart for Neteyam, but he was also hurt and tired.

“I don’t need your explanations. I’m very disappointed in you.”

“Stop it!” Ao’nung got angry seeing this scene. Neteyam did the same thing that. He hurt you with words. “You are not any better then me. She’s not okay and you keep doing this to her. Stop being so dramatic and listen!”

“I won’t listen to you. You’ve done enough!” Atmosphere in this place really so tensed, you could feel it in the air.

“She has nothing to do with it. I asked her to come here to apologize because you and your little brother don’t let me do that! Do you think we can just forget about it without talking it out? Both Y/N and me need this conversation to keep living without burden on our hearts! Use just a little of your common sense, you skxawng!”

Instead of answering, Neteyam punched Ao’nung angrily. Emotions took over both of them. That Ao’nung’s their last piece of patience towards Neteyam. They started fighting as their lives depended on it. You were terrified of their fight, crying and trying to call them out.

But they didn’t hear you.

Then you tried to pull Neteyam back and separate from Ao’ung who was laying under him. Nothing helped, you were afraid this may be fatal.

“Stop it! Neteyam, stop! Why are you doing this?!”

You hit his back hard enough to get back his attention. He was breathing heavily and still looking at you angrily.

“Are you on his side? Really?”

“I’m not choosing sides. Let me talk to him.”

Tears falling down your cheeks, voice is quiet. You can’t see your brother, lovely tsmukan, looking at you this way.

Oh Eywa, why do you give me so many challenges?

“Okay. I see.”

He silently stood up and left this place, giving you the last disappointed look that made you fall on your knees and cry for help of Eywa.

Why is does it hurt so bad?

A/n: I’M SORRY I LOVE DRAMA😭 I hope you had a good read (and cry lol). Little Neteyam🥺 he’s also run out of energy to always be protective brother:( Idk what’s going to happen next, but stay tuned! I hope you liked this part🫶🏻

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[valentine-writes]

Spot nation is here humbly requesting again u-u One of your recent works breifly touched on The Spot getting protective over an upset reader. Would love to read your take on expanding that concept. :^] Make it as lighthearted or serious as you like! Maybe the reader has to tell him to chill out instead. Like, we love you queen but take it easy. No worries if this isn't smthn you want to do! Loving your writing in general! Take care :>

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「 tws + notes: POSSIBLE FLASH WARNING FOR THE GIF BELOW THE CUT?? (jus to be safe!! idk if this is needed or not-), no tws, unedited, super silly moment from me im not in a slash srs mood 」

「 gn!reader, can be platonic or romantic <3 」

↳ ft. johnathan ohnn/the spot

author's note: AUWWHJWAB HELLO!!! u are so so polite omg thank u so much ! ^_^ i luv tha enthusiasm i've been seein from spot nation tbh!!! o((>ω< ))o i'd be happy to expand on that hc! im gon make it a little teeny tiny bit more lighthearted becuz i luv myself some silly hcs but here we go!! super duper soz if itz a bit short anon </3

▸ i think i like writing the spot as a silly lil dude who is jus tryin so so hard. but also he did work for Fucked Up Evil and Co. (alchemax is just brimming w/ all sorts of brilliant minds with horrifying ideas in the name of science. kingpin ran this shit and would not have it any other way) like he's not beyond being an absolute menace he just didn't have the means for it at the beginning of the movie. so we're gonna keep it lighthearted and silly but,,,

we're gonna keep this in mind too, yeah?

▸ you're incredibly dear to him. he's become a little more protective than he usually would be (can't have you being taken away from him! not after literally everyone else in life life ditched–) and it's just the littlest bit unhealthy.

he really does mean well! you just find yourself reminding him to dial it down a bit.

▸ especially after he's gotten a hang of using his powers?... he's got the means to keep you from harm. he may still be insecure about his appearance, but those thoughts can be (temporarily) satiated when he knows what he can do.

the power at the multiverse, in the palm of his hand

i mean. you can't expect him to not want to defend you with it.

▸ you remind him, time and time again that he really doesn't need to check up on you that frequently. in spite of this, he can't help peeking into a portal, just to check on you here and there.

"i swear to you, i'll be fine." you tell him, time and time again- and he trusts you, he really does. but it doesn't hurt to be absolutely, positively, 100% certain, right?

▸ on the days you're upset because of a particularly bad day (not specifically conflict with people, just little things or internal issues, etc, etc... the Horrors,,,,) he offers the support he knows that he'd want.

if you're a person who's obvious with their emotions, he's pretty okay with picking up the cues you're not doing fine. will start up a conversation and then awkwardly ask if you're doing okay.

it's a little more tricky if you're subtle. overtime, he learns what to look for- little signs that indicate you're not doing well- and ensures that he's straightforward in asking about how you're feeling.

and sometimes, he able to sense that something is off. there's a tension in the air neither of you want to talk about, a feeling in his bones that he can't quite shake. he dislikes this the most. mainly because it's easy to attribute this feeling to overthinking. he'll check up on how you're feeling anyways. even if it takes a while to muster the courage.

without fail, he feels his heart break a bit when you look up at him with the saddest expression he's seen on your face. your frown is almost painful to see :(

he's got a very formulaic strategy in his mind that he uses to help you deal with bad days

something like this mefinks,,,

[ step a: he starts by asking what's going on with you... ask how you're feeling and all that. if your mood is negative, he'll try to ask why and if you wanna talk about it ]

if you choose to take up the offer, go to step b. if you refuse, go to step c.

[ step b: listen! provide support, be attentive. he'll let you rant, scream about it (ok maybe not too loud though, but,, y'know. if it helps, it helps), cry- anything. if you do cry, go to step d ]

[ step c: distract!! distract, distract, distract. you got a favourite comfort show or movie? he tells you: hey, you haven't watched it in a while (even if you have), why don't we put it on? your favorite video game? he'll play with you! talk about your favorite things or talk about nothing while you grab a snack or drink. he knows avoiding stuff isn't gonna work for long term problems, but he's more than willing to cheer you up ]

[ step d: SILENTPANICSILENTPANIC... internally he's just kinda freaking out because it's hard to see you cry. he's not awful with comfort- just a little stiff, y'know? much better with distractions. but in the event of you crying: he'll rub your back, wrap his arms around you. or give you space (depending on what you need) probably goes "hey, no, no no- it's okay, it's okay-" while attempting to soothe you. gives you time to cry it out while he babbles reassurances under his breath. ]

he really does try his best (´꒳｀。)

▸ if you're beefing with someone and it's making you upset, he'll listen to you complain about them. out here nodding and agreeing with you like he was there to witness. again, he's got your back!!

(this part partially inspired by @//spdrslayr 's posts!!) in interest of cheering you up,,, you two make fun of the person.

if you're someone to openly bitch about someone and aren't afraid of getting a little mean behind someone's back,, he's making fun of them too.

of course, if you're like "noo,, but like,,, that's mean-" he's quick to remind you what they did. like they had the audacity, there's no need to be sorry.

if you're consumed by harrowing guilt anytime you're remotely rude (even behind someone's back) he'll tone the jokes down. just a little. he can be VERY a little out of pocket.

likes watching you try not to lose it, stifling laughter, as you share a moment over mutual hatred for said person

"hey– that wasn't.. that wasn't funny–" you're snicker, doing very little to hide the obvious smile on your face. he loves seeing your face brighten, the frown on it now replaced with a grin you just can't hold back

he's gonna crack jokes about them randomly too in your conversations. he's good at holding a grudge yeah,,, but at least in this case he's funny abt it. it's lowkey starting to sound like he was wronged instead of you.

▸ if someone hurts you? that's a whole other story. (hehe. whole- my bad.)

being inconsiderate, rude, and mean to you is one thing, but bringing physical harm to you?

he can't stand the idea that someone would want to harm you. it doesn't matter what happened in the events leading to it. he knows you didn't deserve it. he knows it. the minute he sees the tears stinging in your eyes,, the bruising on your body– the blood–

someone's going to have to answer for it.

(but im not talking abt him tryin to rock someone's shit becuz that would be 10x longer blehhhh :p)

[euphor1a]

Bewitched (iii)

↬ pairing: bad boy!yeonjun x good girl!oc

↬ characters: loner bad boy!yeonjun, heartthrob!soobin, best friend!beomgyu, female oc (can be read as f!reader too) + a few supporting characters.

↬ genre: college!au, bad boy!au, slow burn, drama, strangers to lovers, smut, a bit of unrequited love.

↬ summary: After starting college, you never really imagined that you’ll cross paths with Choi Yeonjun — the loner bad boy with influences. But life is full of surprises, ain’t it?

↬ rating & word count: 18+ ; ~3.1K

↬ warnings: profanity, mentions of anxiety, bullying, explicit sexual content; manhandling, dirty talk, fingering, orgasm denial.

↬ disclaimer: this is fictional and doesn’t reflect any of their actions or personality!

↬ previous 𓍯 series masterlist

↬ a/n: thank you to anyone who’s still interested in this baby of mine, i appreciate you a ton <3

You’re supposed to vacuum the apartment today, but you can’t seem to focus, at all. And honestly? It sucks. The more you’ve been trying to move on and be grateful to have dodged a bullet like him, the harder you’ve been thinking about the culprit nonstop.

Three days have passed since you found out a very shocking fact that has left your poor heart in a whirlwind. But you don’t know which is more terrifying — the fact that Daniel is Yeonjun and he lied about his identity, or the cold, harsh truth that you’re still insanely attracted to him. 

A dreary sigh escapes you. Life is not favoring you at all. It’s become such a pain in the ass at this point. Why did you have to fall for someone like him? It would’ve been so much easier if you had feelings for someone whom you know and trust, someone sweet and caring, like Soobin, or even Beomgyu.

Plopping down on your couch, you close your eyes. Things are looking very complicated right now. Not only the thought of that lying bastard has plagued your mind, but also, it’s hindering your daily life. You’ve been extremely unmotivated and anxious ever since the truth unfolded. You wish you had the power to fix everything, but alas, you don’t. 

You remember how Yeonjun looked at you under the moonlight, the way his soft lips devoured your mouth. Are bad boys really capable of such gentleness? You don’t know… from the start, you’ve stayed away from the problematic people, like “bad boys”, just as your parents instructed. And guys like Yeonjun, if you’re being honest — you still prefer to steer clear out of their way. Not the devil himself, though. He got you addicted so fast and so hard that it’s difficult to back out now.

As if to distract you from his thoughts, your phone rings loudly. You squint your eyes, letting the sound bring you back to reality. Soon after, you inhale sharply and reach for the device, your heartbeat picking up with stupid hope.

Turns out it’s Soobin. With a gentle smile on your face, you answer the call, his soft voice cooing in your ear.

“___, just wanted to check in! How are you holding up?” You calm down almost instantly, grateful to have someone like him in your life.

“I’m… alright, I guess. How about you, Soobs? Anything interesting going on?” You speak softly, not keen on making this gentle giant worried in any way.

“Ehhh, what a lame way of trying to change the subject. It didn’t work. You better be taking care of yourself, miss lady, or I’ll–” 

You cut him off midway, reassuring him. “Oh god, of course I am taking care of myself! Don’t worry!” 

“Hmph.” Soobin grumps on the other side. Even if he tries to come off as threatening, he really just ends up sounding adorable.

“Oh, come on now, don’t be mad at me…” your voice is adorably childish in the end, making him sigh. Why do you do this to him? 

“I’m not mad at you. But you do need to take care of yourself.”

“Did you really call me to lecture me about self-care?”

He groans at that. “So, what if I did?” 

You pout, trying to change the subject. “Soob, can I ask you for something?” 

“What is it?”

“Where did you meet Yeonjun that day? Just curious.” 

There’s no answer.

“Soobin?” 

He clicks his tongue. “At our college.” 

“I know that! I mean where at the college?!” you whine, clearly displeased.

“I can’t tell you.” 

“Why?” 

“Trust me, I’m doing you a favor.” 

“I didn’t ask for your favor, did I?” 

He ends the call, leaving you frustrated. Before you can call him back, you see a message pop up in your notifications.

Soobin: i think ___ is genuinely going crazy

Soobin: beomgyu, we gotta do something

___: Soobin… 

Soobin: gyu? this is urgent! 

Gyu: uhhh what now..? 😭

Soobin: she wants to know where i met yeonjun.

___: 😶

Gyu: girl why are you asking for trouble 

Gyu: if it’s something important we can talk to him about it 

___: Do I look like a five year old to you?

___: Why would you talk to him instead of me?

Soobin: you don’t understand, do you?

___: Understand what? This bs?!

Gyu: ___… 

Soobin: see, this is why it’s so hard to communicate with you 😔

Gyu: soobin! don’t! 

___: Wow, okay. I’ll leave you guys be.

Gyu: nono princess 🥺 don’t listen to him!! soobin is out of his mind!! 

Gyu: you can’t just leave us :( 

___: Damn right I can 🥰

Soobin: NO ONF IM SO SORRY 😭😭

Soobin: *omg i was just emotional and said whatever came in my mind i’m sorry

Gyu: this is such a mess 🥲

Soobin: don’t leave us 🥺🥺🥺🥺😔😔☹️☹️😢😢💔💔

___: Yeah whatever

Gyu: why do you want to meet yeonjun, anyway? 

___: *sigh*

___: It’s personal.

Soobin: uhm that’s suspicious 🙂

___: And you asking the very same Yeonjun for “help” isn’t? 

Soobin: ouch 🤕

Gyu: this guy… how many times do i have to tell you to watch your damn mouth 😒

Gyu: ___, i understand that it’s personal. but, as everyone says, it’s better to stay away from him.

___: You two don’t understand 😞

Soobin: i give up 

Gyu: soobin 😬

Soobin: i’ll text you the wing, floor and room no. 

___: Thank you, I guess

Soobin: you’re welcome bb 🥺

Gyu: soobin, you’re a whole goose 🙄

___: Huh? 

Soobin: GYU 🔪🔪🔪

Gyu: nothing lol

___: Okay 

Soobin: 🥺🥺

Gyu: 😧

___: ??? Bye

Gyu: just promise that you’ll be careful! 

___: Promise 🥰

Gyu: 😘

You smile as you notice Soobin’s direct message shortly after. Instantly giddy, you sent him a bunch of heart emojis.

It’s official. You’re gonna confront Choi Yeonjun. Face to face.

Next monday,

So, today’s the day. You’ve thought it through several times and took your time. Beomgyu did try his best to scare you off, but you’re not afraid of Yeonjun. Not at all.

Maybe because you know that he has a weakness for you. Or probably because the urge to meet him is too much and it’s numbing any other senses. Either way, here you are, walking through the hallway that leads to where he usually hangs around.

Tall, scary looking fellas stare you up and down, whispering to themselves as you walk up to the empty classroom, also known as his den. 

“Hey kitty, where are you going?” An edgy looking girl stops you, regarding you curiously. The unsolicited nickname throws you off, but you refuse to let that be visible. 

“Isn’t it obvious?” you shrug, hoping to appear nonchalant. They are kinda scary… 

Another guy comes up, his voice mocking, “This place isn’t for you, cutie. Go back to your class or something.” A bunch of other guys agree, laughing at you. 

Their ridiculous behavior makes you sigh. This type of people are the last ones you wish to deal with. “And who are you to tell me that, exactly!?” you state firmly, crossing your arms around your chest. 

A bunch of them chuckle, drawing more attention. “Aww look, she’s trying to bite back. How adorable.” 

“Really? Is that a way to treat someone?! If I’m here, that surely means that I have business with him, don’t you think?” you hiss in anger, glaring at everyone who gathers around to see the show.

Your words and attitude only fuel their laugh. A person from the crowd remarks, “Look, this little nobody thinks she has business with ‘him’, apparently.” 

More people join in to laugh at you, various remarks being thrown around carelessly. You start to feel cornered and humiliated, your hands turning into fists from frustration. 

“Why the hell is there so much noise? Do y’all want to be sent back or what?” A deep, commanding voice shuts everyone up. You turn around with bated breath, your body freezing immediately as your eyes register the familiar face. 

It’s him. The demon that’s been haunting you for weeks now.

Yeonjun seems pleasantly surprised when he sees you, but he quickly replaces it with his cold demeanor. “What was happening here?” 

The girl who approached you comes forward. “This… this kitty was trying to get into your office. So, I stopped her and asked what she was here for. Guess what? She was trying to be all sassy as if she’s the one in charge. Obviously, she got destroyed… hence all the noise.” 

His expression is unreadable for a second, and you wonder if you’re gonna be sent back empty handed. But then, Yeonjun glares at the gathered crowd menacingly, a hushed silence falling across the hallway. The ones at the front immediately lower their heads. “Judging a book by their cover now, are we? I don’t keep you guys around to assume if a kitty has business with me or not. And, last time I checked, stopping someone doesn’t include ridiculing them in front of everyone just to feed your petty little egos.”

“Jun, but–” one of the guys start, taking a step forward. 

“I don’t have time for your hollow excuses, get out of here immediately, all of you.”

“We’re sorry!” Several of them chime in, dispersing without looking back. But some throw you suspicious looks, earning another glare from Yeonjun. 

“My, my. Rebelling much? If you have a problem, then come over here and talk to me.” His raised voice booms through the space, making everyone leave with mumbled apologies. Once everyone is out of sight, he turns towards you, his eyes earnest. “I’m sorry for how they acted. They’re not used to seeing pretty, little, goody two shoes like you around here. But still, they were rude, and I apologize.”

You nod in acknowledgment, rolling your eyes. For some reason, his words feel insincere. But you have other things to worry about. Like, confronting him for his actions.

Before you can do or think anything further, Yeonjun grabs your wrist, gently pulling you inside the classroom. You gasp when he presses you up against the closed door, his body caging yours, a bit too close for your liking. 

His brown irises study you with curiosity. “Why are you here, ____?” 

You struggle against his grip, trying to move your hands away but failing. “Ugh– let me go!” Being so close to him makes you feel all mushy, and you don’t want to deal with that now.

Thankfully, he untangles one of his hands from yours, raising an eyebrow. “You didn’t answer my question.” 

“Pfft— Shouldn’t I be the one demanding for answers, Daniel?” 

Like the maniac he is, Yeonjun chuckles at that, shaking his head. “I see. What answers, if I may?” 

Is he kidding with you right now? What the hell is this attitude? “Why did you lie?” 

He stops at that, regarding you thoughtfully. “I had my reasons.” 

His monotonous reply pushes you off to the edge. Failing to hide your anger, you jab a finger on his chest, demanding clarity. “What reasons, Yeonjun? That you had to lie and play with my feelings for a day?”

Yeonjun grits his teeth, his grip tightening significantly on your wrist. “I did not play with your feelings, ___.” 

“Liar.” punching him on the chest, you try to take your hand away, but it backfires. He traps you inside his strong embrace, his hot breath fanning over your head. 

“What are you doing–”

He tips your chin upwards, his pupils dilated as he looks at you with a burning hunger. “You enjoy testing my patience, don’t you?” 

Your body shivers involuntarily, your lips just inches away from his. Swallowing nervously, you look away. But he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Yeonjun leans in, dangerously close to you. “I’m warning you, don’t play with fire. You’ll be suffering and I hate to admit it, but I’d be damned if that happens.” His whisper is hot against your lips, a weird feeling coiling in your stomach.

What the hell is he talking about? Why does he sound like he’s from a cliché forbidden romance fanfiction? 

“Well, what if I want to play with fire?” You suppress your wish to cringe, eyes challenging him to reply. A strange wave of emotions displays in his brown irises, his free hand forming into a tight fist. 

“Don’t blame me when you get burnt.” His lips crashes against yours swiftly. Yeonjun lets go of your arm, and you curl them around his neck, instinctively pulling him closer. He smiles in the kiss, as if victorious, his hand grabbing your ass and squeezing the flesh briefly. The stinging sensation makes you moan. 

Yeonjun grazes your lower lip with his teeth, asking for permission to ravish your mouth — which you gladly provide. His prying tongue slides past your lips, meeting with your tongue in a passionate kiss. You gasp in pleasure, pulling onto his hair when he starts trailing kisses down your jaw. Yeonjun backs you up against the only table in the room, his voice a growl. “Why do you do this to me? Fuck!” 

You look at him, your chest heaving as you try to process the mind-blowing kiss. But alas, he’s not done yet. 

“Are you here for this, huh?” He reaches to drag his thumb over your chin, forcing your gaze up to him. “Wanted my touch that bad? ___?” 

Liquid heat rushes through your veins when he moves his hands all over your body, brushing against your sensitive spots. He squeezes your breasts, enjoying the perky nipples that he feels through your clothes. “Tell me.”

“No!” You choke out, “I came here to ask you why you lied about your iden– ahh, god!” 

Yeonjun lowers his head to your neck, dipping his tongue to lick the sweet spot. You melt under his touch, both pleased and bewildered by the fact that he obviously hasn’t forgotten your most sensitive spots. His eyes are fixed on you as he brushes both his hands beneath your skirt, tracing them up to the edge of your panties. 

You throw your head back in pleasure, your knuckles turning pale as you grip on the edge of the table. “Please… ” you mewl, looking at him desperately. 

Yeonjun smirks, brushing your inner thighs. “Please what?” 

“I need you to touch me.” You sigh shakily, your eyes pleading with him. Apparently, he’s beyond teasing, because as soon as he reaches your soaked pussy, he pulls the piece of clothing to the side and pushes two of fingers into you.

“Yeonjun…” your head falls on to his shoulder while he pumps you gently, a groan escaping him. 

“Fuck, you’re drenched.”

He picks up pace, not giving you a moment to breathe. You cry out when he curls his fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot. His pace gets rougher, clearly fueled by your moans. 

When his thumb finds your clit, you clench around him, your breath coming in short gasps.

Yeonjun smiles complacently. “You love this, don’t you?” The pressure on your clit increases slightly. “You love that I’m the one doing this to you.”

Without waiting for an answer, he draws his now slick digits away and puts them in his mouth, depriving you of an orgasm. 

You whine, biting his neck from the frustration. Yeonjun makes you look at him, his voice dropping by an octave, “Bad girls don’t get to come.” 

You try to rock your hips, craving any type of friction that can satisfy you. But he stops you, growling in your ear, “It’s time to go back, sweetheart. I have work to do. As much as I’d love to do you instead… I can’t. Not now.” 

You look at him with dazed eyes, your voice a whimper, “You always leave me high and dry like this. I came here to confront, but you–” 

“Shh. I told you; I had my reasons. I was simply trying to protect you.” 

“Protect me from what exactly?” 

Dropping a kiss on your forehead, he retracts. “I’ll tell you the next time we meet, ___. If I find it feasible, of course. You should probably fix your clothes though…” 

You look at your disheveled state, sighing. “You’re not trying to get rid of me, are you?” 

Yeonjun looks offended. “You clearly don’t know me yet.” 

“But–”

“No buts. Don’t you have classes or some shit?” 

You yelp at that, suddenly remembering where you exactly are. Quickly climbing down from the desk and fixing your clothes. While you finger brush your stray waves, he regards you intently. 

“Like what you see?” 

Yeonjun chuckles, nodding. You walk up to the nearby window to see your state, the dusty glass surprisingly reflecting quite well. “Tsk, thank god I wear a transfer-proof lip tint. All of my lip-gloss is gone however, and it looks weird.” 

“You don’t have a bag with you, though. How are you gonna reapply?” 

You sigh. “I left my bag with Soobin. I’ll just reapply later.” 

“Wait.” Yeonjun walks up to you slowly. “Won’t it look suspicious, though? I have a lip balm, does that work?” He offers you a small tube of strawberry scented lip balm. 

“Well, it won’t look the same but obviously it’ll be somewhat glossy.” 

“Then take it.” 

You quirk an eyebrow at him, gingerly taking the tube from his hand. His eyes follow each of your little movements as you part your lips a bit and apply the lip balm, pouting at the end which makes him chuckle. 

“Thanks, here you go.” You proceed to give it back, but Yeonjun shakes his head, throwing his hands up. 

“You can keep it for yourself. It suits you so well.” 

“Oh?” A bit surprised, you look at the cutesy tube of lip balm in your hands. “Thank you…? Won’t you need it though? Your lips look a bit dry, even now.” 

“Are my lips dry? Hold on.” Yeonjun leans in for a peck, his lips firmly landing on yours. Your heart skips a beat from his sudden action, butterflies in your stomach. Why’s he so??? 

He pulls back soon enough, rubbing his lips together. “Thanks, baby.” The glint in his eyes indicate that he’s enjoying this exchange very much, only causing your heart to go mayhem.

Nodding, you start to walk away nervously. You cross the room quicker than expected, hand resting on the lock of the door.  “We are not done yet, Choi Yeonjun.” As you look back one last time, you feel a strange sting in your chest. 

Yeonjun tilts his head, smiling, “Oh, trust me, this is just the start.”

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prompts: #11 restraints, #20 edging

pairing: adult neteyam x fem!reader

warnings: 18+ minors DNI, nsfw, smut, fingering. includes a footjob since reader is tied up so don't click if you're not into that lmao😭 (I know it sounds weird af but don't worry, no feet near mouth💀). Don’t take this the wrong way, I don’t have a foot fetish lol. proofread once

“Fuck, do you really have use this rope? I swear I’ll make it up to you!” You huffed out as Neteyam finished tying you up to a tree.

“No use in talking your way out of this yawne, you had it coming for you with your desperate behavior.” He clicked his tongue as he finished securing the last knot.

You squirmed as you tried to wiggle your wrists out, making Neteyam chuckle at the sight.

“Yea, good luck with that.”

You sighed as you accepted defeat, knowing that there was no way to get your hands free.

“You think teasing is nice, huh? Giggling and shit while you get me hard and then not acting on it? Let’s see if you still think so.” And with that Neteyam’s hands made their way down to your loin cloth, fingers playing with the thin string before untying it. Removing the cloth from your hips, his hand played with your thigh, rubbing circles as they approached your core.

A small sigh escaped your lips as his fingers ran around your clit, giving it a few rubs before making way down to your hole and dipping them in.

“All wet, already? So what is it, you get off by seeing me suffer, huh?”

You didn’t respond, too busy wanting him to finish what he started.

“Huh?” Neteyam held your chin up as he waited for a response.

“No…” He raised his eyebrow at your lie.

“Just a bit…” You trailed off.

“I thought so.” Neteyam brought his hand up to his mouth, spitting before he brought it down to your clit and started rubbing.

You couldn’t help but whimper as your already throbbing cunt was being played with.

“Feels so good…” you sighed as the need for more friction grew stronger and the pace of your boyfriend’s hand moved faster.

“Fuck…” you hissed as you threw your head back, legs threatening to shut as your heat started to spread.

“You like that?” Neteyam questioned as you barely managed to shake your head up and down in response.

“F-faster…” you begged as you felt a knot grow in your stomach. His fingers worked as fast as they could as they started rubbing against your nerves harder, heightening your sensitivity.

“Close?” Neteyam smirked as he watched you whimper in your fucked out state.

“Fuck yes!” Your mouth dropped open as your high drew closer and his fingers kept up at an almost impossible pace.

“I think I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” Your moans were interrupted as Neteyam stopped his fingers and pulled them away from your core.

“Why the fuck did you stop?” You tried to reach down to help yourself but were pulled back by the rope tying your hands together.

“Fucking rope.” You muttered to yourself

“How’s that for teasing, huh?” Neteyam smirked at what he thought was a genius plan for payback.

“No, no, no. You can’t be serious, I was so close, what the hell?” You squirmed as you tried rubbing your legs together for as much as you could but it was no avail, your inbounding orgasm had already fallen flat.

“What’s that yawne, didn’t like the taste of your own medicine?” He mockingly cooed at your distraught expression.

“At least untie me so I can finish myself off, dammit. Don’t be a bitch!”

“Look who’s talking.” Neteyam chuckled at your choice of words.

“Fuck you!”

“I’d like to see you try.”

Perhaps you were nuts, but your anger made you determined to get “revenge.”And with your hands currently tied up, you had no choice but to use the only other choice available. You smirked, surely Neteyam wouldn’t have expected to have the tables turn on him, no?

You poked his crotch with your foot, not going too far as to just check his reaction.

“Ha, good luck with that. If you’re thinking about using your feet, then I’d like to see you try.” He smirked as he inched forward, cockiness overfilling him.

Luckily for you, his loincloth was already off from your previous teasing with no action that had led to you being tied up.

You sat up and got straight to work, using one foot to hold his cock in place as the other rubbed him up and down while waiting for him to become erect.

“I doubt you’ll get the outcome you’re looking for.” Neteyam chuckled as he watched you struggle trying to get him off. In fact, he even started to feel bad enough that he considered untying your hands but decided not to, interested in seeing how far you would get.

“Yea, that’s not what I’m seeing. Looks like your little friend is kinda excited.” You smirked as his length grew hard before your eyes.

“Whatever…”

You worked hard in steading yourself as both of your feet pumped him up and down, earning a low groan from your lover. You fought the grin that was growing on your face as your pace increased and you his expression.

“So, how am I doing?” Neteyam didn’t answer.

You stopped, pulling your feet away from him.

“Back to work.” Was all he responded before he pulled your legs closer.

Your feet rubbed him up and down and you watched as his face contoured, eyes screwing shut and his breaths increased and his chest began to heave up and down.

Neteyam’s mouth dropped open as his hands held him up from behind.

“Fuck…” He let out out in a barely audible whisper.

You let out a light chuckle as you continued, doing your best to work him up. Neteyam breaths grew heavy and he swore that he could almost see heaven itself as his high lingered in a not so far distance. Perhaps it was because you were mad but your pace today was unusually harsh, almost bringing him over the edge.

“Oh shit….”

“Close?” You cocked your head innocently at him as you waited for a response. He shook his head up and down as he swallowed hard, feeling his high draw painfully near.

You kept going and knew he was close as you felt his cock lightly twitch in your hold.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Don’t stop!” You continued pumping him up and down as fast as you could.

“Ah, ha ha.. I’m gonna-” You stopped in your tracks, removing your feet and folding them under your lap as if nothing.

“What the fuck, why’d you stop?” Neteyam stared at you, mouth open in shock.

“Why’d you stop?” You mocked as you smirked at him.

“Ohh. I see how it is.” Neteyam got up and untied your hands, letting them drop to your sides.

“What’s wrong, not what you expected?” You raised your eyebrows in a cocky manner at him.

“Nah, you’re just in for a rough night, sweetheart.”

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Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett X Fem!Reader

Part 13: Fractured Memories

A/N: I hope you guys are enjoying these chapters! Enjoyyy!💜🩵💛

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Logan's Pov 

It had been a week since Violet had fallen into this deep sleep, and every day felt like an eternity. Laura and I were doing our best to adjust to this new environment—the mansion, the people, the memories it stirred. It was strange being here, with so many familiar faces from another life, but not quite the same.

Laura had started to settle in, finding a bit of a routine among the other kids. She was tough, adapting quickly, but I could see the strain of worrying about Violet weighing on her. We both tried to keep busy, but every time I saw her glance toward the medical wing, I knew her thoughts mirrored mine.

Wade and Vanessa had been a constant presence, popping in every day to check on Violet. Wade would usually bring some ridiculous item—a rubber chicken, a glitter bomb, once even a miniature disco ball—hoping to coax a reaction out of her. It was his way of showing he cared, in that weird, over-the-top manner of his. Vanessa, ever the calming influence, would just sit with Violet for a while, talking to her softly, as if her voice alone could bring Violet back.

Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Wade and Vanessa had taken it upon themselves to fix the door that had been blasted to pieces during our last encounter. Wade had insisted on doing it himself, with Vanessa supervising to make sure he didn't turn it into another one of his "creative projects." I wasn't sure if the door would end up looking like it belonged in a normal apartment or if it would be some sort of over-the-top, Wade-style masterpiece, but either way, I appreciated the help.

As for me, I spent most of my time between the medical wing and the training room, trying to work off the restlessness that came from waiting. The training room was a good place to clear my head, to burn off the frustration of not being able to do more for Violet. But no matter how hard I pushed myself, at the end of the day, I always found myself back by her side, waiting for some sign of change.

Laura was doing her best to stay strong, but I could tell it was taking a toll on her too. She'd visit Violet every day, sometimes just sitting in silence, other times telling her about the small things happening around the mansion—who she'd met, what she'd learned. It was like she was trying to keep Violet connected to the world, even if she couldn't respond.

One morning, after another round in the training room, I found myself back in Violet's room, as usual. I sat down in the chair beside her bed, looking at her peaceful face, and sighed. "C'mon, Violet," I muttered, not for the first time. "We're all waiting for you."

The only response was the steady beep of the machines monitoring her, a sound I'd grown to both hate and find comfort in. It was a reminder that she was still here, even if she was taking her time finding her way back to us.

I leaned back in the chair, letting my eyes close for a moment, and just listened to the sounds of the mansion—the distant chatter, the occasional burst of laughter from the kids, the soft footsteps of people passing by. It was strange, this place. It wasn't home, not really, but it was starting to feel like something close to it.

I decided to take a small walk to clear my head, needing some air after the endless days of waiting. The grounds of the mansion were quiet, with the early morning sun casting long shadows across the grass. It was peaceful, but my mind was anything but. I kept thinking about Violet, about what would happen when she finally woke up. 

When I returned to the mansion, I was surprised to find Charles waiting for me at the front door. His expression was calm, but there was something in his eyes that put me on edge.

"What is it?" I asked, my heart skipping a beat.

"She's awake," Charles said, his voice gentle but filled with an undercurrent of concern.

For a moment, all I felt was pure joy and relief. She was awake. After all this time, Violet was finally awake. I was ready to rush inside, to see her, to tell her how much I'd missed her, but before I could take a step, Charles held up a hand to stop me.

"Wait, Logan," he said, his tone more serious now. "There's something you need to know."

I turned to him, the joy in my chest quickly giving way to apprehension. 

"What is it?"Charles hesitated, clearly choosing his words carefully. 

"Violet has no memory of the last two months," he said as delicately as he could.

I stared at him, the words not quite sinking in at first. "What do you mean she lost her memory of the last two months?" I asked, my voice sharp with confusion.

Charles sighed, his expression somber. "She doesn't remember anything, Logan. Not the mission, not what happened with Strucker...not even meeting you."The words hit me like a punch to the gut. 

My mind reeled, trying to process what he was saying. "She doesn't remember me?" I repeated, the disbelief and anger beginning to bubble up inside me.

"No," Charles confirmed, his voice steady but filled with empathy. 

"It's as if those two months never happened for her. And there's more, Logan."I clenched my fists, the frustration building.

 "What more could there be?"

"You can't talk to her about your history together," Charles said, his tone firm but caring. 

"If you try to force those memories back, it could cause serious damage to her mind. She's fragile right now, and pushing her too hard could lead to a blackout or worse."The anger surged within me, hot and fierce. 

"So what, I'm just supposed to pretend like none of it happened? Like she means nothing to me?" I snapped, the idea of losing everything we'd built together hitting me hard.

"I know it's not fair, Logan," Charles said calmly, meeting my gaze with understanding. "But right now, we have to focus on her recovery. The memories may come back on their own in time, but you can't risk her safety by trying to force them. we need you to be patient, even if it's difficult."

"But I have the right to see her and talk to her right?" Hoping he would say yes. 

Charles sighed, his expression sympathetic yet firm. "I understand your frustration, Logan. You care about her deeply, and that's why this is so hard. But for now, it's best if we allow her the space she needs to heal. You can see her, but only when she's ready. Pushing her too soon might do more harm than good."

I clenched my fists, the tension in my body evident. "But I need to be there for her. She might not remember me, but I still remember her. I can't just sit back and do nothing."

As I continued to argue with Charles, my frustration boiling over, a familiar scent caught my attention. My head snapped in the direction of the source, heart pounding. It was her—Violet. I could smell her, that unique blend of sweetness and something else, something comforting that I couldn't put into words. My eyes locked onto her as she walked down the hallway with Hank by her side.

Without thinking, I began moving toward her, my need to be near her overwhelming any logic or reason. I could feel Charles's gaze on my back, but his words were drowned out by the pounding of my heart in my ears. I had to see her, to talk to her, to remind her of what we had, even if she didn't remember.

Violet's POV

I woke up in a room I'd never seen before. The walls were stark white, illuminated by bright overhead lights that gave everything an almost sterile feel. The surface I was lying on was hard and cold, a far cry from anything comfortable. As my senses returned, a sharp ache pulsed in my head, and I was bombarded by the sound of muffled voices—loud, chaotic, like I was suddenly thrust into the middle of New York City during rush hour. The noise was overwhelming, making my head throb even more as I sat up, wincing in pain.

The cacophony abruptly ceased when the round door across the room slid open with a soft hiss. A man in a lab coat stepped inside. He was scrawny, with glasses perched on his nose, and an air of calm that didn't match the unsettling environment. He noticed that I was awake and offered a small smile, one that didn't seem threatening, so I didn't feel the need to fight or flee.

"You're finally awake," he said, his tone gentle but with an undercurrent of something I couldn't quite place.

I blinked at him, trying to piece together where I was and how I got here, but nothing came to mind. My memory was blank, like a chalkboard wiped clean. Panic started to rise in my chest, but I forced it down, focusing on the man in front of me.

"Where am I?" I asked, my voice rough from disuse.

The man hesitated for a moment, as if considering how much to tell me. "you're fine, You're safe," he finally said, but the answer only made me more uneasy. Safe didn't tell me anything. Safe didn't explain why I couldn't remember anything or why my head felt like it was splitting in two.

"Why am I here?" I pressed, trying to keep my voice steady despite the growing anxiety. The man adjusted his glasses, his gaze shifting slightly. "You've been through a lot. There was an... incident. You might not remember everything right now, but that's okay. We're here to help you."

I frowned, the words not adding up in my mind. An incident? What kind of incident? And who were we? I needed answers, but the pounding in my head made it hard to think straight.

"What do you mean, an incident? What happened to me?" I asked, my frustration starting to seep into my voice.

The man sighed softly, looking at me with a mix of sympathy and caution. "It's a lot to process, and I don't want to overwhelm you. But for now, just know that you're in a safe place, and we'll help you get through this."

His words did little to comfort me, only deepening the unease gnawing at the edges of my mind. What wasn't he telling me? The questions spun in my head, each one more urgent than the last.

"How long have I been out?" I asked, my voice shaky despite my efforts to stay calm. I could feel the panic creeping up, threatening to take over.

The man in the lab coat hesitated, his eyes flicking away from mine before he answered. "You've been unconscious for about a week," he said softly, as if trying to ease the blow.

A week. The word echoed in my mind, leaving me reeling. An entire week of my life, gone. My thoughts raced, trying to make sense of it all. I couldn't remember how I got here or why I was wearing this ridiculous suit, I couldn't remember much, but it felt like there was something important missing—something just out of reach.

"What happened to me?" I asked again, more desperately this time. "Why can't I remember everything?"

The man stepped closer, holding up his hands as if to calm me. "It's normal to feel disoriented after what you've been through. Your memories might return with time. For now, you just need to focus on resting and regaining your strength."

I nodded slowly, though his words did little to ease the growing anxiety within me. There was a void in my memory, and I had to figure out what I was missing. But for now, I needed to stay calm, stay focused, and find out more about where I was and who this man was. The answers would come, but I had to be patient.

"Okay, but where exactly am I?" I asked, the anxiety in my voice growing. I needed to know more than vague reassurances—I needed the truth.

Before the man in the lab coat could respond, the door behind him opened, and someone else entered the room. My attention shifted immediately to the newcomer. He was a man in a wheelchair, his presence commanding yet calm. He looked not too young but not too old, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to hold a depth of understanding, and his head was completely bald.

The man in the lab coat stepped aside respectfully, as if deferring to the man in the wheelchair. The newcomer's gaze met mine, and in that moment, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, though I couldn't place it.

"You must have many questions," the man in the wheelchair said, his voice steady and reassuring. "And you deserve answers. But first, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Charles Xavier."

There was something in the way he spoke, a calm authority that put me slightly at ease despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me.

"Where am I?" I repeated, my voice a mix of determination and confusion. "What is this place?"

Charles Xavier nodded, understanding the urgency of my need for information. "You're at a facility that's part of my school—a place where we help individuals like you learn to understand and control their abilities. You've been through a great deal, and you're safe here, Violet."

His words were gentle, but they carried weight. A school? Abilities? The pieces of the puzzle were starting to come together, but there were still so many gaps, so many unknowns.

"Why can't I remember anything?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as the frustration and fear threatened to overwhelm me.

"That is something we will work on together," Charles Xavier said kindly. "You've experienced something traumatic, and your mind has protected you by blocking out certain memories. But I believe, in time, those memories will return."

I looked into his eyes, searching for any hint of deception, but found none. There was only sincerity and a deep understanding of what I was going through. Despite the confusion and fear, a part of me wanted to trust him, to believe that he could help me make sense of all this. But trust wasn't something that came easily to me, not after everything I had been through. Still, for now, I had no choice but to follow his lead and try to piece together the fragments of my past.

Before I could respond, a sharp, searing pain suddenly shot through my head, even more intense than before. It felt like my skull was being split open, the agony so overwhelming that it nearly knocked the breath out of me. I gasped, clutching my head with both hands as the pain pulsed through my temples, making it impossible to think, to focus on anything other than the sheer, blinding agony.

Charles Xavier's expression immediately shifted to one of concern, and he wheeled himself closer, his blue eyes filled with worry. The man in the lab coat stepped forward, looking alarmed, but it was Charles who spoke first.

"Violet, listen to my voice," he said, his tone calm but urgent. "Focus on my voice and try to breathe. I'm here to help you."

I tried to do as he said, tried to focus on his voice, but the pain was so intense that it felt like it was tearing me apart from the inside. My vision blurred, and I could feel the edges of my consciousness slipping away, the world around me fading as the pain threatened to pull me under.

"Stay with me, Violet," Charles urged, his voice steady, a lifeline in the storm of agony. "You're stronger than this. Focus on my voice. Breathe."

I clung to his words, forcing myself to take deep, shaky breaths, trying to push through the pain. Slowly, the blinding intensity began to subside, the sharpness dulling to a throbbing ache that still pulsed through my head but was no longer overwhelming.

As the pain receded, I opened my eyes, still breathing heavily, my body trembling from the effort. Charles was watching me closely, his gaze filled with both concern and something else—an understanding that went beyond mere sympathy.

"You're not alone, Violet," he said softly, his voice carrying a reassurance that I desperately needed in that moment. "We're here to help you through this. Whatever you're experiencing, you don't have to face it on your own."

I nodded weakly, too drained to respond with words, but something in his tone, in the way he spoke, made me want to believe him. The pain had left me shaken, but his presence, and the calm authority in his voice, was like an anchor, keeping me grounded in the midst of the storm.

As the pain gradually subsided, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me, but I forced myself to stay focused. The guy in the lab coat, who had been standing by anxiously, stepped forward and spoke gently.

"I'm going to check your vitals now, just to see if there's anything medically wrong," he said, his voice calm and professional.

I hesitated for a moment, still wary, but then I nodded. "Okay," I replied, my voice still a bit shaky. I wasn't sure what was happening to me, but if there was something physically wrong, I needed to know.

As he checked my vitals, Charles asked me a question. "What is the last thing you do remember, Violet?"

I looked at him, trying to concentrate. "I, uh..." I struggled to focus, sifting through my memories. "I remember getting off work and walking to the coffee shop to meet my friend Vanessa." I squinted my eyes as I spoke, trying to grasp onto that memory.

Charles nodded, looking at me attentively. "Okay, and what day is it?"

I looked at him, confused. "June 23rd?"

As I said that, he glanced at the guy across from me, who paused for a moment before continuing his work. There was a look on both of their faces that made me uneasy.

"What is it?" I asked, feeling like something was wrong.

"Nothing is wrong, Violet," Charles said, placing his hand over mine. I flinched at the sudden movement, but surprisingly, it didn't bother me.

For some reason I didn't believe him, but I decided not to press further, my hunger suddenly taking over.

As Glasses finished checking my vitals, Charles spoke up again, his tone gentle. "Are you hungry, Violet?" he asked, his eyes full of concern.

"Yeah, I guess I am," I admitted, surprised at how quickly the hunger grew in my stomach.

Charles nodded with a small smile. "Alright. Hank," he said, turning to the man in the lab coat, "when you're done, please take Violet to the kitchen so she can get something to eat."

The man—Hank—nodded, focusing on his work. "Of course," he replied, checking my pulse and then adjusting the cuff on my arm.

As I watched him, I couldn't help but feel a bit curious. "Hank? That's your name?" I asked, the question slipping out before I could stop myself.

He glanced up at me with a small smile. "Yeah, Hank McCoy," he said, his tone friendly.

I nodded, filing the name away. There was something comforting about having a name to go with the face, something that made this whole situation feel a little less alien.

After a few more checks, Hank stepped back, satisfied with the readings. "Everything looks stable," he said, turning to Charles. "I'll take her to the kitchen now."

Charles gave me a reassuring nod. "Go with Hank, Violet. Get something to eat and take a moment to rest. We'll talk more after you've had a chance to recover a bit."

I nodded, feeling a bit more grounded than before, and allowed Hank to help me off the examination table. My legs felt weak and I felt like I was going to fall down but Hank swiftly grabbed me and I held onto his arm as we headed toward the door. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions—confusion, fear, but also a small spark of hope. Whatever had happened to me, whatever this place was, I wasn't alone in it. And that made all the difference.

As I walked alongside Hank, I tried to push aside the whirlwind of thoughts and emotions racing through my mind. The situation was overwhelming, and I knew I needed a distraction, something to keep me from dwelling on the fear and confusion that threatened to take over. I glanced at Hank, noticing for the first time that he had a kind face, one that exuded both intelligence and warmth. A thought crossed my mind, and I found myself smirking slightly—he was kind of cute.

Trying to lighten the mood and distract myself, I decided to make conversation. "So, what do you do here besides check vitals?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Hank looked over at me, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, checking vitals is just one of my many talents," he replied with a playful tone. "But most of the time, I'm a scientist. I specialize in genetics and biochemistry. I also do a fair bit of engineering—anything from creating new technology to improving existing systems."

I raised an eyebrow, genuinely impressed. "Wow, that's... a lot," I said, trying to wrap my head around it. "So, you're like a genius, then?"

Hank chuckled softly, shaking his head. "I wouldn't go that far. I just have a deep love for science and a curiosity that never seems to be satisfied. There's always something new to discover or understand."

His passion for his work was evident in the way he spoke, and it was contagious. For a moment, it made me forget the confusion and fear I had been feeling, and instead, I found myself intrigued by this man who clearly had a brilliant mind.

"So, do you get to do a lot of that here? The science and engineering stuff, I mean," I asked, genuinely interested in what his day-to-day life might be like in a place like this.

"All the time," Hank replied with a nod. "This place is like a second home to me. It's where I can fully explore the possibilities of my work, and it's also a place where I can help others—people like you—understand their abilities and potential."

His words struck a chord with me. There was something reassuring about the idea that this place wasn't just a sterile lab or a prison—it was a place for learning and growth, a place where people could discover who they were meant to be.

As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't help but feel a little more at ease. Hank's presence and the way he spoke about his work made me feel like maybe, just maybe, this was a place where I could start to figure things out.

Hank glanced at his phone, checking something briefly before looking back at me with a smile. "Well, it looks like I'm going to be your guide for the day," he said, his tone light and friendly.I couldn't help but smile back, feeling a bit of the tension ease from my shoulders. "A guide, huh? So, what does that entail?"

Hank chuckled softly. "Basically, I'll be showing you around, making sure you're comfortable, and answering any questions you might have. Think of me as your personal tour guide and support system all rolled into one."

"That doesn't sound too bad," I replied, genuinely appreciating his warmth and willingness to help. "I could definitely use a guide right about now."

He nodded, his smile widening. "Well, I'm here to help with whatever you need. And who knows? Maybe by the end of the day, this place won't seem quite so overwhelming."

As we continued walking, I found myself feeling a bit more at ease. Hank's easygoing nature and the way he approached everything with a sense of calm made the situation feel less intimidating. Maybe having a guide through all of this wasn't such a bad thing after all. We finally made it to the kitchen, and Hank kindly made me a sandwich. I was so hungry that I devoured it in minutes, barely pausing to breathe. The food helped calm my nerves, and we chatted a bit more, the conversation light and easy. It felt nice, almost normal, which was something I hadn't experienced in what felt like a long time.

As we talked, I glanced down at myself and realized I was still wearing a purple suit. It looked a lot like the one I had at home, but there was something different about it—something better. It hugged my skin perfectly, almost like it was tailored specifically for me.

"Is there any way I could change out of this?" I asked, a hint of frustration in my voice. "I feel like a comic book character wearing this."

Hank smiled, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "We tried," he admitted. "My assistant actually attempted to put you in different clothes, but the suit... well, it's stuck to your skin. We couldn't get it off."

His words made me freeze. I looked down at the suit again, more closely this time. It was seamless, almost like a second skin, and the more I looked, the more I realized he was right—it wasn't just clothing; it was somehow bonded to me.

Without really thinking about it, I flicked my wrist in frustration. To my shock, the suit vanished, replaced by a comfortable t-shirt and sweatpants. I stared down at myself, then looked up at Hank, who was equally stunned.

"How did you do that?" he asked, his voice a mix of awe and curiosity. I shook my head, still processing what had just happened. "I have no idea," I replied, my voice trembling slightly. "I just... did it."

Hank studied me for a moment, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and concern. "It seems your abilities are manifesting in ways we didn't anticipate," he said softly. "We're going to have to figure out the extent of what you can do."

I nodded slowly, trying to wrap my head around everything. Whatever was happening to me, it was more than just a change of clothes—it was something far deeper, something I didn't fully understand yet. And that realization was both thrilling and terrifying. As we walked back from the kitchen, Hank turned to me with a friendly smile. "I'm going to give you a tour so you don't get lost, and then I'll show you to your room."

I blinked in surprise. "My room? I'll be staying here?" The thought hadn't really crossed my mind until now. My mind immediately went to my apartment, the life I had outside of this place. "What about my apartment?"

Hank's smile remained reassuring. "Don't worry, we'll take care of that," he said, his tone calm and confident. "We have people who can manage those details for you. Right now, it's important that you focus on getting better and understanding your abilities."

I nodded, though the idea of leaving my apartment behind, even temporarily, made me feel a little uneasy. My apartment was my sanctuary, a place where I felt in control of my life. The thought of staying here, in this unfamiliar place, was daunting.

But Hank's calm demeanor and the way he spoke made it easier to accept. I had to trust that they knew what they were doing and that, for now, this was where I needed to be.

"Alright," I said finally, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Lead the way."

Hank smiled again and began guiding me through the halls, pointing out different rooms and areas, explaining what each one was for. Despite my initial apprehension, I couldn't help but be a little curious. This place was unlike anything I'd ever seen before, and I knew that, for better or worse, this was going to be my home for a while. As Hank was guiding me through the winding halls, pointing out various rooms and explaining their purposes, we rounded a corner and saw Professor Xavier in what looked like a heated argument with another man. The man was tall, with a stern expression and an intensity that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.

"Who's that?" I whispered to Hank, nodding toward the two men.

Hank's expression tightened, and he subtly tried to steer us in a different direction. "It's best if we go this way," he said quietly, clearly hoping to avoid whatever was happening up ahead. But before we could change course, the man caught sight of us. His eyes locked onto me, and without hesitation, he started striding in our direction, his expression a mix of determination and something I couldn't quite place. 

Professor Xavier quickly moved to intercept him, his wheelchair gliding smoothly across the floor. "Wait—please, this isn't the time," the Professor urged, his voice calm but firm as he reached out to stop the man.

But the man ignored him, his focus entirely on me. My heart started to race, a mix of anxiety and curiosity churning inside me. Whoever this guy was, it was clear that he was intent on reaching me, and that made me both nervous and intrigued.

Hank stepped closer to me, his posture protective as the man approached. "Stay behind me," Hank murmured, his voice low.

The tension in the air was thick, and I could feel the weight of whatever was about to happen pressing down on me. I had no idea who this man was or what he wanted, but something told me this encounter was going to be important. The man's gaze remained locked on me, his eyes intense and unyielding. As Professor Xavier moved closer, trying to reason with him, the tension in the air became almost suffocating.

"Move," the man growled at Hank, his voice low and threatening. 

Hank stood his ground, his body tense as he tried to shield me from whatever this man's intentions were. But it was clear that the man wasn't going to be deterred easily. His focus was entirely on me, as if nothing else in the room existed.

Professor Xavier wheeled himself closer, his tone calm but firm. "Please, you need to listen. This isn't the way to handle this."

But the man didn't budge. He didn't even acknowledge the Professor's words, his eyes boring into mine with a mixture of intensity and desperation that made my heart pound in my chest.I felt like I was caught in a standoff, the atmosphere thick with unspoken tension. My mind raced with questions—who was this man, and why was he so intent on reaching me? What did he want? And why was he looking at me like that?

Hank's voice was calm but edged with warning as he spoke. "You need to back off. Now."

The man's expression darkened, and for a moment, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he simply took a deep breath, his gaze never wavering from mine. Whatever he wanted, it was clear that he wasn't leaving until he got it. Hank, still standing protectively in front of me, spoke in a measured tone. "Charles already spoke to you about her situation. Give her space."

Confusion swirled in my mind. "Why?" I asked, my voice a mix of frustration and curiosity. I needed to understand what was happening and why this man was staring at me like that.

I took a step forward, peering around Hank. "Who are you?" I asked the man directly, my voice firm but laced with uncertainty.

For a moment, the intensity in the man's eyes softened, as if he wanted to say something, to explain himself. There was a flicker of something—regret, sorrow, or perhaps a connection I couldn't quite grasp. But just as quickly, he turned away, the words left unsaid. Without another glance, he walked off, leaving a heavy silence in his wake.

I watched him go, my mind racing with questions. Who was he, and why did he look at me like that? And why was Hank so intent on keeping him away from me? The encounter left me more confused than ever, and I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something important I was missing. I turned to Hank, my mind still reeling from the strange encounter. Professor Xavier had already wheeled himself after the man, clearly concerned about the situation. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

"Who was that guy?" I asked, my voice tinged with both curiosity and frustration.

Hank hesitated, glancing briefly in the direction the man had gone before looking back at me. He seemed to weigh his words carefully, as if unsure how to respond. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he spoke.

"That's Logan," he said simply.

Part 14: First Impressions

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That Type of Girl Part 3

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate.

This is the third fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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What does one wear to church? I wouldn’t know since I never really went as a kid and as an adult well, once you know who God really is, it can be hard to get past that. 

I decided on a long oversized maroon sweater, black leggings, and boots. I never really was a heels girl. Sure, I could handle a wedge or boots with a chunky heel, but I definitely wasn’t the type to wear six inch heels. I decided to leave my hair in its natural state, but I did twist my bangs together and pinned them back. I can’t braid, no matter how many times I have tried to learn. So twisting two pieces together is my go to, especially to get hair out of my face. I applied my regular makeup routine. I do it for me, not to impress people. I may be overweight and unappealing in other aspects but my makeup is something I am proud of. Years of practice have helped make it easy, and quick.

I walked out of the bathroom ready to go. “Alright boys, let’s do this.”

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When we arrived at the church not a ton people were there. There was a small group gathered. A few women, they seemed to be in their late 20’s and a couple of men who seemed to be around the same age.

“Ok Y/N you ready? Remember, Dean and I will be here if you need us. We are going to try to scope the place out a bit” Sam looked at me. I am glad he was confident in my people skills, cause right now I am not. I do fine talking with people I know and even strangers. But the pressure of trying to force a conversation can be a struggle sometimes. And since Dean didn’t seem too confident in my skills earlier, I have been dreading this. How is it that the man who is supposedly my best friend, doesn’t believe I am capable of doing something I have done a hundred times before. 

“I guess.” I started heading towards the group of people.

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We just arrived back at the motel. Sam sat down next to me “Well we found nothing, we checked all over the place. Nothing suspicious, no sulfur or EMF.” 

“Yeah and all the single chicks were a bust too.” Dean smiled.

Of course he would be worried about chasing tail.

I sighed. “Ok, I talked to a group of people at the church. They mentioned a guy Sarah worked with, his name was Ryan not sure on last name (Sarah was the most recent victim). They also mentioned Sarah had a crush on a dude at the church, Marshall. And last one, she had talked to Rick quite a bit at the church. One of the ladies said Rick has just been in town the last 2 weeks. Something seems off with Rick, but I’m not really sure what.” I looked over the case files again. I always like to make sure I am not missing anything.

“Well since we are at a stand still, I say it’s time to hit the bar. We need a break from researching and thinking.” Dean stood up.

“Maybe you're right, we can take a break and come back to it later.” Sam looked at me. “What do you say Y/N?”

“I think I’m going to stay here, try to figure out what is happening. Something is wrong in this whole equation.” I kept reading the files. I am also not in the mood to see Dean flirt tonight. But I will keep that thought to myself.

“Well party pooper, call if you need us.” Dean patted my shoulder. 

Maybe a break from the boys will do me some good.

I had just changed into a t-shirt and took my makeup off when there was a knock at the door. I figured one of the boys was back and forgot their key.

“I swear you guys can’t survive without me.” I headed for the door.

I cracked the door open. Rick. What the hell is he doing here?

“Hi Y/N, I hope you don’t mind me stopping by. I just wanted to check on you and see if you maybe needed anything.” He rubbed the back of his neck. A nervous tick maybe.

“Um, I appreciate that. How did you know I was here?” This is weird for sure.

“Oh my aunt owns this motel, so I checked with her and she said you were here. She also mentioned you had two guys with you. Are you going to let me in?” He smiled at me.

“Uh, I guess.” I grabbed my knife and stuck it in the back of my leggings. A girl can never be too safe.

“So who are the guys here with you, brothers?” Rick made his way into the room.

“No, just friends. They came to be supportive. Can I get you a beer or water?” I had told the group of people at the church I was a cousin of Sarah’s, since she had no family in town it was an easy lie.

“I’ll have a beer, thanks.” I handed him the drink. “So where are your friends?”

“Out, they should be back shortly.” I was getting nervous. Something was not right here. 

“Oh I doubt that Y/N. You know Dean always enjoys working on his night moves.” Rick's eyes flashed black. Next thing I know everything went black.

Oh I am so screwed.

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“Wakey, wakey sunshine. God, I can’t believe how stupid you are for a hunter. Who the hell lets someone they barely know into their hotel room?" Rick poked at me.

We were in an abandoned warehouse. I was cuffed to a chair. This wasn’t exactly how I planned on my night going.

“Well, what can I say? I’m prone to making stupid decisions. So why don’t we just cut the foreplay. What do you want? ” I smiled.

Whack. Damn. I almost had forgotten what it was like to get the shit knocked out of me.

“You know, all of the women I took. There was nothing exciting about them. I mean they wonder why they are single. Maybe it’s because they are so damn boring. But you, I mean besides being overweight and homely, there's a certain spark to you. And once I found out you were a hunter, well you had to be my next victim.” He smoothed my hair out.

“So are you doing this for shits and giggles or is there a bigger agenda you are playing into?” He made his way over to a table and brought back a knife. Great.

“Oh sweet Y/N, of course I am doing this for me. You see, I have played by all the rules and followed the main man's plan. But it’s time for me to shine and this is just the beginning. So whatcha say, are you ready to have some fun?” Rick started to slice into my arm.

Lucky for me, I have a high pain tolerance.

“You see, you were an easy target. Your self esteem is so low. Plus can’t forget your little crush on the elder Winchester. What makes you think he would ever look at you twice?” Rick now started slicing my thighs. “I mean you have a pretty face for sure, but you know Dean prefers his women slim. You will never be that type of girl ya know?”

“Screw you. You don’t know the first thing about me. I mean you do realize anything you say to me, I have either heard or said it to myself a thousand times before? Way to be creative.” I laughed. I have always been stubborn. I’m sure as hell not going to stop now.

“You know, you are really starting to get on my nerves. How about I find a way to shut that pretty mouth up. I doubt the Winchesters would even miss your annoying ass.” Rick punched me in the face.

I spit blood out of my mouth. I hope he gets this over with soon.

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[dolconfessionsss]

Devil here again! Thanks a lot for your answers! Yeah, I'm basically on the opposite side of escapism where I try to torture myself with every media I engage with. It's a rather unique way of engaging with media and it worries some. But It's what I enjoy. I try to learn and compare and engage with most media like I would philosophy. There is a **LOT** to do about the game. Lots of big things need updates, reworks, etc, one of which is the combat system that's being worked on too. The Baileys daddy-issues thing taken out of context is far worse than what it actually is. Inside the server basically all the Bailey fans are well aware that fatherly issues are a large draw towards characters like Bailey, Eden and even Avery. A friends server I'm in even uses custom stickers for "Daddy Issues Club". The Abortion thing, yeah, it's hard to properly explain things to many different people many different times and attrition just wears down peoples energy and drive, so sometimes things just start getting brushed off and hit with a "No because we said so." The Evilness and Rudeness has toned down a lot, some still remains but that is in general part of the culture, I've become well aware I can't be that way to everyone and to better read the room. The thing about peoples social media I've stopped doing. Yeah it's public but still, I'm an admin, this is a big server, it's just rude. Instead we've started DMing people we see with a lot of linked accounts or if we see private info on them to alert them in private that they might be in danger of people seeing things they don't want seen. Puris aesthetic is very much yellow and angel based, but yeah, no self-inserts in DOL. We are very much against that given the themes of the game. Sydneys whole thing is that their fate is decided by others. They are rather spineless and the Temple has dictated their entire life up until they met the Player/PC. At that point now Sydneys life is in the players hands. But no matter what we as the players do Sydney is doomed to a life of danger and pain. When it comes to contributions they are reviewed and approved by Contribution Managers which are trusted and experienced individuals. These CMs talk to people, teach them, give them notes on how to edit scenes. Once these scenes are completed and reviewed they are put into the pipeline to be coded into the game by our Coders. They send Merge Requests to the Git, where these merge requests are usually checked once more and then approved by Puri or Vrel and such. Before all this it was far easier for people to sneak things in. Edens OOC soft content, Trans-Coded Robin content, basically **ALL** of Morgan and his...incestious rat-eating.

Ooh, a rework on the combat system? 👀✨ Now that's something I would genuinely look forward to, since I built a story of my PC being a kind of fighter who plays filthy dirty hehehe >:)

Once again I have to ask: no Mommy Issues Club? 🥺 In all seriousness, it does tells about the fandom - or at least the server specifically - that there's more emphasis on problematic fatherly figure than motherly ones :0c

Oh yes, exactly one-on-one with how I view Sydney's whole character <3 They have absolutely no control over their own life, they are just switching control from the Temple to PC. What an absolutely self-destructing cutie, I love them so much 💖✨

The contribution system sounds really interesting! How are the Contribution Managers chosen? Were they handpicked personally, or were there application out for anyone to apply for it? And now I have to ask: from the sound of it, Morgan's everything is a mess. How did their character got so 'bad' to this point? I feel like Eden's Soft OOC-Ness and Robin's Trans-Codedness (appearently? Never notice that huh) doesn't seem as bad as Morgan?

Also wait, Trans-Coded Robin moments? I am probably just blind but I'd love if anyone can point out what these moments are because I do not notice any of them 👁👄👁