#yeah if you listen really closely you can hear my heart shatter.

[one-little-nerd-stayed-home]

Me: wow I made it through the Bev sr fight without crying that's cool

Caldwell with a steel chair: Bev is systematically burning the drafts of the letter from his Dad because he doesn't need them anymore.

Me:

Me:

Me: I'm going to throw up.

[recklesssturniolo]

Never Really Over - C.S

soft dom!Chris, overstimulation, they’re exes

NSFW below, leave if you’re a minor

Being dragged to a party post break-up was the last thing I wanted, but yet here I was. Chris and I had broken up due to him not being able to overcome his commitment issues. It shattered my heart but I tried to move past it.

I’m Tipsy, I was dancing with a guy I met nearly 10 minutes ago. I felt eyes on me and glanced over only to have my eyes meet. Chris’. The last thing I wanted was him to be at this party.

Making an excuse to the guy I was dancing with, I attempt to make my way back over to my friends - only for my hand to be grabbed.

“Why were you with him?” He asked. My heart dropping as my eyes connected with his.

“Because I can be? It shouldn’t bother you. You ended things” I reply.

“Yeah well it does bug me. I don’t like his hands all over you” Chris states.

“That’s not my problem” I say.

“I’m not doing this with you Chris, I’m trying to enjoy my night” I sigh.

“You’ll enjoy it a lot more if we went back to mine” He says, his voice raspy as he steps closer to me.

The thought alone of Chris touching me again created an ache between my legs. Trying to stand my ground I simply responded with just an eye roll.

“Come on, I know you miss how good I make you feel baby” He whispers in my ear.

“Don’t Chris” I mumble.

“Just think of how my fingers would feel inside of you and me fucking you senseless. You and I both know no one can make you feel as good as I do” He says.

“Fuck sakes just call the Uber” I groan, knowing regardless I was going to give into him. The wetness already forming between my legs, he was right, no one could make me feel like he does.

Getting out of the Uber and into his house, he pins me against the door the second it shuts.

His thumb pulls down my bottom lip, “So pretty” he mumbles before connecting our lips.

My soft sighs turned to as gasp as his teeth bit into my lower lip. My body temperature rising as our tongues fought against each others for dominance - his ultimately winning.

“Jump” He mumbled through the now heated make out.

Doing as he says I jump, his hand immediately wrapping around me and grabbing my ass. He brings me to the couch and gently places me down.

“I need to taste you” He says, his eyes staring directly into mine.

I nod, wanting his tongue against my heat and pull my dress up.

“Wearing my favourite panties of yours eh?” He asked.

“Fuck off just get to it” I grumble, not wanting to hear any comments from him.

His hands pull my panties away from my waist, a gasp escaping my mouth as he let go and they snapped back against my waist. He smirks before pulling them down.

“Just as pretty as I remember” He says, his lips connecting to my inner thigh and leaving light kisses as he slowly made his way towards my pussy.

My pussy dripping for him, he slides his tongue up my folds. My hand immediately making their way to his hair and tangling themselves within it. My legs widening as he flicked his tongue repeatedly over my clit.

“Fuck Chris” I moan.

“Always taste so good” He replies, his voice against my heat causing a shiver through my body.

My hips thrust upward as he circles his tongue around my entrance before pushing it into me. My grip on his hair only tightening as he did so.

As he continues pushing his tongue in and out of me, his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, a knot begins to form in my stomach.

“I’m - close oh my god” I whimper.

“Yeah? Gonna be a good girl and make a mess all over my face?” He asks.

“Yes I - just don’t stop please” I moan.

He listens and continues, his tongue flattening against my pussy, covering as much as possible before sucking on my clit. My legs shaking as my pleasure increases. Moans effortlessly falling from my mouth as I push his head closer to my heat, my legs wrapping around his head as I come.

“Oh my god” I moan. My body euphoric with pleasure, a high I hadn’t experienced since we broke up. A feeling I’d been craving.

“Such a good girl” He says, allowing my high to slightly die down before I feel his fingers toying with my entrance.

“Chris” I mumble, my sensitivity only increasing with his touch.

“You can take it pretty girl” He says while begging to push two fingers into me.

My back arches at the sensation. His thumb once again making contact with my clit as he watches my bodily reactions.

He quickens how fast his fingers are pumping in and out of me, my head being thrown backwards as I feel his tongue reconnect with my pussy, his named being moaned as he continued.

“Such a good girl for me” He smirks, his eyes flickering up to mine.

“Chris I can’t hold it any longer” I whimper.

“Come on then, let go for me again” He replies.

Allowing the knot in my stomach to come undone, my pussy clenches around his fingers, a groan leaving his mouth as I pulled on his hair at an attempt to control my body. My eyes clenched shut as he made me come undone for a second time.

Pulling his fingers out of me slowly, I open my eyes to see him sliding his pants and boxers down, causing my eyes to widen knowing his plan was to make me come for a third time.

“I can’t take another” I whine. My pussy beyond sensitive.

“You can baby, be good for me” He responds, flipping me over and pulling my ass higher into the air.

As if my body automatically knew, my back arched as he lined himself up with my entrance, slowly pushing himself into me.

“Fuck still so tight” He groans.

“I’m too sensitive Chris” I whimper as his thrusts become faster.

“I know you have one more in you sweetheart” He replies, his grip tightening on my waist as he began slamming himself into me, holding back nothing now.

He groans as he continues thrusting into me, tears forming in my eyes from how sensitive I was, but the pleasure mixed with it.

Whimpers slip from my mouth as I feel him hit my g-spot over and over again, knowing there was a smirk on his face regardless of not being able to see his face.

“Taking me so well baby” He grumbles. His breathing speeding up as his own high begins to form.

“I - fuck I can’t again” I whimper, his hands holding my hips up to prevent them from falling down from how much my legs were shaking.

“I know you have one more in you” He growls, his dick starting to twitch inside of me, “Let me feel you clench around me as I fill you up pretty girl”

Tears fall from my eyes as I come for a third time, the pleasure now taking over and overwhelming my entire body.

“Missed this so much my god” Chris groaned as I felt him release inside of me.

Groans and whimpers fill the room as our highs leave us unable to control our sounds. My body overpowered by the feeling of him still slamming inside of me. His grip on my waist loosening as he slowed his pace and pulled out of me.

Rolling over our eyes meet, his thumb coming up and wiping the tears that remained on my face.

“I knew you had one more for me” He smirked. Both of our breathing heavy.

“Felt so good but fuck I cant believe you manage to make me come undone three times” I reply.

“I know you, and I know your body” He says.

Not knowing what to respond with, I focus on slowing my breath.

“I missed you, not just this but everything about you” He mumbles.

“Chris this wasn’t a good idea” I tell him.

“Give me another chance. I’ll get my shit together I promise”

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[loverstrings]

Just sulking.

fatherfigure!aaron hotchner x gn!reader

summary: In a confused state, Hotch reminds you what lead to it. warning: HEAVY ANGST, happy/hopeful ending, reader dissociated, cheating (not by reader or hotch), reader calls hotch 'dad', hotch calls reader 'sweetheart' and 'honey', no use of y/n a/n: RAAAA gaud sometimes my own writings got me fucked up. I hope you enjoy reading this one the way I enjoyed writing it. I was also listening to Decode by Paramore so that’ll be mentioned in the fic hehehe. I didn't really proofread it, sorry for grammar errors.

You snap back into the conversation when you notice your heart racing, tear stains drying on your face and your palm throbbing in pain. Why are you standing? You look around you and see papers and trinkets that lived on your desk now on the floor next to you. Why does every part of your body feel strained? After looking at the aftermath of your desk you look straight ahead to see Hotch, eyes soften, he’s standing, why is he standing your tissue box in his hands. You try reading it, trying to make a profile of why he’s in your office and why Paramore was playing in the background.

“Hotch” You whisper. Slowly losing your composer, the cracks of vulnerability showing. Something you promised yourself you wouldn’t ever show Hotch. He already takes care of so much, you barely wanted him to take care of you too. Hotch didn’t dare to speak until you asked your question. He saw the gears turning in your head. He saw the anger that was once there fade into confusion and fear. So he gave you a soft hum, so you know that he’s acknowledging you. 

Tears start to trickle down your face. A small sound came out of your mouth, almost like a whimper. You didn’t understand, what happened? How’d you end up like this? And what the fuck happened to your voice?

With all the courage you can muster, your frail voice chokes out “H-hotch, what happened?” More tears start to slip out, you sniffle them back and continue. “Please, I don’t understand. Dad, please I don’t I-” The confusion and fear completely taking over your speech. Now tears are streaming down your face as you slip further into feeling fearful of yourself   

In that moment, Aaron’s closed off professional personality completely shatters when you call him ‘Dad’. You and Hotch aren’t related, he was just a father figure for you since you joined the team at 24. He hasn’t seen you dissociate this quickly since the first heavy case you experienced years ago. Here you both are, standing in your home office with papers and gifts scattered on the floor.  Hotch came to visit and drop off some food, he and the team realized you hadn’t been at work and knew something was up. So they sent their resident dad to the rescue knowing Hotch had a softer spot for you the same way he had one for Jack. 

He tells you all of this while sitting you down in your office chair. He continues explaining that with the extra keys you gave him. He let himself in to drop the food and card that Jack and the team wrote up for you. Expecting you to be too sick to get out of bed, but he saw your office door open, lights dimmed and Decode by Paramore playing a little louder than he expected.

In true BAU fashion Hotch took out his gun to clear the rooms in your house before slowly entering the office. He heard you before he saw you, you were humming to the song. Lowering his gun and holstering it he knocked on the wall and announced himself while calling out for you. You give him a quick ‘yeah’ in response as you continue what you were doing. Hotch walked closer to see what you were so in trance with. That’s when he saw you sitting at your desk looking at your phone. He peered his head over to see what exactly you were looking at and saw you scrolling through instagram. He notices there is no purpose with scrolling and you look stunned. 

He softened up, “Sweetheart, what are you looking at?” Leaning over your desk so you can hear him a little better.

Slouching further in your chair you mumble, “Nothing, just sulking today.” Hotch didn’t believe you so he pushes and asks you “What did you find out?”

You look up from your phone to make eye contact with Hotch. “They've been dating for about 5 months. Well that’s what the instagram story says.” You can barely look at Hotch because you see him, you see Aaron and not Hotch and it utterly breaks you. You have promised him that this guy was different and Hotch approved. Ever since you joined the BAU, you have always looked for his approval. His word  was the one that meant the world to you.

“We broke up 5 months ago, something felt wrong and I tried to profile him but he used me and this team as an excuse to break up. There was never a conversation about why he just left. ” You rise from your seat, hands pressing into your desk, making intense eye contact with the man in front of you.

“Hotch, he lied to me. He lied about everything and before we even broke up faked his love for me but I was so fucking love sick to notice. I should have noticed something, right?”  You don’t realize you raised your voice as you continued talking. “I’m a fucking profile at the BAU for god fucking sake how come I didn’t see it coming.” Pacing from behind your desk, you run your hands through your hair while tears fall onto your cheeks.

“I can’t believe I let this happen to me.” You scuff to yourself, Hotch still standing in front of you. He kept his mouth shut, if he says anything it could possibly antagonize you. So he lets you continue until you can’t anymore, it looks like you’ve hid all this hurt from him for a long time, longer than 5 months. “You know what” you’re pointing at Hotch now, eyes look like they’ve lost life and rage took over.  Hotch sees you dissociating now, he tries to respond to your question but you cut him off. 

“Everytime we’re on a mission, he doesn’t pick up the phone. He would text and say he was busy.” Your voice is straining from raising it, something Hotch thought he’d only see in the field. “So I call who I thought was my best friend because after cases I want something to feel normal, you know. I wanted to talk to someone who doesn’t know what we’ve seen. And god how can I be so fucking stupid. S-she would keep secrets when talking about her day and I didn’t push it because I trusted but god fucking damnit Hotch it was all there. All the evidence was there.” You’re choking up now, the tears streaming faster than you can think, the music seemed to hit harder. “She was supposed to be my best friend. I told her how he didn’t love me once, I told her so many secrets about him so she knew how fucked up he was. But she took his side, she defended him while caring for me.” 

Now you feel insane because you laugh, you let out a crazed laugh. Running your hands through your hair again you look at your desk. 

Hotch is watching you intensely now, feeling like your next move will harm someone in the room. He moves back and watches you contemplate something, raising your hands you push all the contents on your desk with a loud “Fucking asshats. How can you do that to someone you care about?” The screaming and yelling turned into confusion and fear. Which leads to your current state. 

“Woah, I said all of that.” You mumble out, Hotch is kneeling in front of you, hand in his as he cleans your wound.

“Yeah, I’m sorry that happened to you sweetheart. You know outside of this room is some ramen I got from your favorite spot and a card from Jack and the team.” He looks at you now, the light in your eyes start to come back so he pushes another question “How ‘bout I call everyone for a small movie night and you can talk to the girls about what happened.” You look at him with hope and nod, explaining that them coming over would be nice. 

“Sounds good, honey. I’ll call them right now” He says while rising to reach for his phone. Before he calls he turns back to you and says “Don’t worry about the mess, Reid and I will clean it up. I bet he knows exactly where everything was.” You let out a sad chuckle because Hotch is right, Spencer has taken hostage of your office because his words ‘the atmosphere is the same but completely different from his home’.

An hour later, you’re sitting on your couch. A blanket over your lap, as you eat the ramen Hotch brought for you. The team is spread out around your kitchen and dining table, you realize they also brought over everyone’s ramen order to make you feel less guilty for being the only one eating it. During that time, Spencer completely reorganized your desk and left you one of your favorite candies for you to find the next day. The rest of the team came bearing beers and wine, giggling that today is finally the day a team sleepover happens. 

Still in your head you don't notice the slight dip in the couch until you look over and see Emily with a glass of wine in her hand. “So my love, tell me everything.” You giggle and tell the whole group to gather around, yelling that you don’t want to repeat the same story 6 other times. 

[xxcallmemaryxx]

hi!!! i love your works<3

could you maybe write vessel x reader first date?

A sappy first date with the big guy. He’s a bit nervous. But so are you.

Vessel x GN reader.

Under the cut ~ <3

It’s a nice place. It’s quiet, the lights are dim, the booths are made in such a way that it’s like you’re on a whole other planet when you sit in them. Which normally, would be phenomenal. Having such a level of privacy while enjoying your dinner, it’s perfect. But this time it feels like a curse. Like the world is working against you. Because sat across from you is Vessel. He’s in a freshly ironed button up, a dark blue that looks almost black under these lights. His hair is combed back out of his face and he looks at you like you hung the stars. It’s awful.

It’s your first date.

And he’s doing absolutely everything right.

The problem is, every time your eyes meet you’ve half a mind to tell him you love him.

You’ve known each other a while, and he’s always had that effect. But here, on your first date, when the tension between you two is burning up the room and the feelings you kept hidden for so long are pretty much sitting on the table in front of him? Yeah long story short you’re both clearly nervous as all hell and neither of you know how to approach it. Telling him you love him in a panic attempt at easing into the night probably isn’t the way to go. But this date is just so different and it feels so real, your panic stems from more than just wanting to break the ice, it’s coming from the little voice in your head that’s telling you if this date goes the way you want it to… he’s it for you.

You can only hope to the god he spends so much time worshiping that he feels somewhat the same way.

You like Vessel.

You want him to like you back.

“Look, uh… we don’t have to do this. I’d never want to push you.”

His voice, which you’re sure is proof of heaven alone, snaps you right out of your panic. Then, gives you even worse panic.

“Huh? Why?”

There’s obvious worry in your tone, you know it. He picks up on it, because of course he does.

“I just worry you’re not really present. I’d hate for this to be something you’re just trying to get through, sometimes two people just aren’t supposed to go there… you know?”

His eyes are cast down. He doesn’t want to watch you agree with him. He can’t do it. He can’t make himself watch you sigh in relief. He can’t make himself watch you realise this was indeed a mistake. He can’t make himself smile at you as you tell him you’re sorry but he’s right.

“Oh god… Vessel I’m so sorry.”

Hm. If you listen close enough… you might just be able to hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest over the clinking of the cutlery throughout the restaurant.

“No, please it’s okay. It happens. You’re still my-“

“It’s just been a long time since I’ve been this excited about a date, got a bit lost in my own head there for a moment. I’m sorry. I’m here I promise.”

Oh fucking Christ thank Sleep one hundred times to the moon and back again. His heart thumps wildly against his ribcage, he’s almost positive you can hear it. And he doesn’t even attempt to hide the sigh of relief that escapes him and the happy smile that graces his lips.

“That is… yeah that’s a relief. I won’t lie to you.”

He huffs a nervous laugh as he fiddles with the tablecloth hanging over the side of the table between you.

“I mean, there wouldn’t have been any hard feelings of course… but I’m really happy you still want to be here.”

You’re silent for a moment while you decide whether or not what you’re about to do is a bad idea or not. But you want to show him you’re serious about this date, you want him to see you enjoying his presence. You need to snap yourself out of it and make some moves.

So you get up.

His head snaps up and he watches you slide out of the booth with a look of complete dread. He straightens up. His hands fall to his sides and his face turns beet red. His jaw opens and closes as he tries to force words out but no sounds escape him. That is until you round the table and slide in next to him.

You offer him a little smile as your side presses against his. Your knees bump together under the table and your hands brush as you situate yourself. He uses his other hand to press his face into it. His voice muffled slightly as he groans quietly into it.

“Fucking Christ… you’re going to send me into an early grave.”

You can’t help the laugh that escapes you. You purposely bump his knees with your own this time, trying to lighten the mood a little.

“I’m sorry… did I scare you?”

“Yes. Yes you did. I thought I’d ruined it all.”

He laughs a little, and he looks down at where you’re pressed up against him. His cheeks are flushed but he looks happy. His eyes sparkle and when he grins down at you, all his teeth are on full display. It’s the kind of smile that would make your cheeks hurt a little bit. The kind that’s a bit awkward and feels too big for your face.

It suits him.

“I’m sorry, Vess. I really like you, I was worried about it not working and kind of got too deep into worrying about it.”

He blinks down at you, it’s a slow blink, his cheeks are still tinted red from your close proximity and you swear for one moment it looks like he’s got hearts in his eyes.

“Don’t panic, love. It’s definitely working.”

His voice is low, it changes the mood almost immediately and all of a sudden it’s too warm in this booth. Who’s idea was it to cozy up to him like this. It feels like you’re suffocating again, he’s so overwhelming when all he’s doing is speaking to you.

He was right before, the tablecloth that hangs over the side of the table really is that interesting. You can’t stop yourself from fiddling with it, you’re starting to feel awkward again. You hear him force a deep breath into his lungs above you before his very large very beautiful hand encompasses your much smaller one, and intertwines his fingers between yours. There’s a slight tremble, you can feel it when you squeeze his hand tight enough. You’re positive doing that made it worse but it’s so endearing that you can’t even feel guilty.

Everything about Vessel is so endearing.

“Thank you for saying yes to me.”

If you weren’t sitting so close you probably wouldn’t have heard him. He gazes down at you, eyes so full of hope. It makes your throat close up and need prickle through your chest.

“Of course, Vess. You thought I would have said no to you?”

“No. I didn’t think you would…”

Cheeky fucker.

“… but I’m just so happy you said yes. I’m excited to be here, like this, with you. I’m sure it’s obvious.”

You lean up and press a soft kiss to his cheek, this causes a chain reaction, starting with his furiously blushing cheeks (yet again), then he smiles so wide he has to look at the ceiling just to calm himself down, his breathing picks up and his hand squeezes yours where he’s holding it in his lap. He looks back down at you with a smile that says a lot. It’s a wobbly smile, his chin wrinkles up and his eyes squint a little. It screams hope. Like most of his body language does tonight. But this smile is the epitome of ‘I know you know exactly how I feel about you and I know you feel the same way.’

Nerves and excitement crackle in the air between you.

“I’m excited too. For tonight. And for our next date. And the ones after that. I’m sure that’s obvious.”

He nods at you, his wobbly smile grows. Somehow, you didn’t think it could get any bigger but it does. He’s gotta cast his eyes down, he looks at your intertwined hands and nods again, at them… to himself… to you? You’re not sure, but he’s sure of whatever he’s nodding about. And that feels good.

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<3 <3 <3

Thank you for reading.

[paquerettexx]

haku kusanagi — midnight (short fic)

he decided to leave frostheim and you chose to stay with jin. guess this is goodbye, huh?

pairing: haku kusanagi / reader

tags: slight angst, made up frostheim!haku lore lol

words: 650

[cross posted from ao3]

after everything that went down, it was obvious that haku would be the one to distance himself from you and jin– after all, you picked frostheim to stay with jin, didn't you?

then why were you here, looking pretty, leaning on the railing beside him as you both admired the tokyo bay. the ripples in the water reflected the moon as soft waves overlapped on the bay.

"why'd you ask to meet?" haku asked, puzzled by your sudden invitation. he wasn't really on the best terms with frostheim after what had transpired.

"...i'm sorry." haku heard you apologize to him, bringing your eyes to meet his. oh. it seems like the water wasn't the only thing reflecting the moon's beauty. how is this possible? your eyes shone even brighter than the moon.

"it's selfish but... talking to you makes me feel at ease." haku hears your whisper, your voice barely above a whisper.

"even after what i did?" haku asks to which you promptly respond, "even after what you did."

"hah, i guess i did say i'll always be here to listen to your problems." haku chuckled bitterly though there was a slight ache in his chest, right where his heart is.

"i feel like i made a mistake." you confessed, making haku instantly turn to face you. haku finally allows himself to gaze at you under the moonlight, your eyes guilty as you stare into the sea. the cold air of the night bites your skin and caresses your hair, setting the perfect scene right in front of his eyes.

"i should've gone with you." you muttered under your breath solemnly. "i think i regret my choice, haku. what should i do?"

"..." haku couldn't find the words to respond to you right away, letting a painfully tense blanket of silence wrap both of you.

"...what's done is done." he sighed before continuing. "you should take good care of the captain since you chose to stay by his side." there was a biting pain in his words, like pretty venom flowing into your veins.

haku wasn't oblivious or ignorant. he knew you were here just for his company, fearing to lose one of the two. it was either him or jin, and you chose the latter. you were just scared of losing him, though you've already made up your mind. he knew he was just failsafe in your eyes.

and yet, the shimmer in your eyes, the soft gloss over your lips– everything about you is irresistible to him. the way you'd hug his blazer closer to you or how you'd play with your fingers when you're nervous. every little detail about you, he found extremely captivating.

eventually, the sun will rise and the dark will turn to light. this final rendezvous would soon end, too. what's done is done and there is nothing else he can do. you had made your choice.

"so this is it?" you asked haku, eyes finally turning to meet him who has already been staring at you.

"yeah, this is goodbye." haku replies, stuffing his hands in his pocket and turning to look away from you.

for a second, he stops in his tracks to approach you. he was just a foot away from you. he sighs before leaning in. you could feel the tension in the air, prompting you to close your eyes. just when you thought he'd close the gap between your lips, you felt him place a chaste kiss on the edge of your lips.

just like the love between the two of you, it came close but never really met in the end. much akin to the last first kiss he gave you.

"guess this is it then." haku declares with a final sigh before pulling away, walking away with a carefree wave as if his heart hadn't just shattered to s million pieces in the dead of this night.

[nyxe9206]

When you catch him cheating

All character(s) are aged up to be in their 20′s and some scenarios are suggestive so 18+ MDNI. Nameless and ageless blogs will be blocked. I do not own these character(s) and all scenarios are just fiction and for fun. Please do not copy my works or repost without either asking or giving credit.

CW: angst, cheating, piv sex, fem!reader, fighting, non-curse!au

WC: 846

You never thought it would happen, in all the years you spent together this was not how you thought things would go. He told you he was going out with the guys but here he is right in front of you at the party he said he didn’t want to go to. You watch as the girl giggles at him, her hand on his shoulder as he cages her against the wall with one hand smiling. You get closer but before you can confront him he takes her hand leading her up the stairs. You follow them as they go into one of the empty rooms in the frat house and listen to them from behind the closed door.

“Don’t you have a girlfriend, what if she finds out?”

“What girlfriend, all I care about is you pretty girl, she doesn’t mean anything to me.”

Your eyes sting with tears as you hear his words, still you press your ear closer to the door listening to the sounds of their soft breaths and pants. You don’t know how long you stand there torturing yourself listening to their moans and the sound of skin on skin.

“Oh fuck… Toge you’re so big… gonna make me cum~”

“Go ahead… fuck your pussy’s so tight, so much better. Cum on my dick princess gonna feel so fucking good~”

Your mind goes blank, anger and sadness weighing heavy on your tongue as you slowly back away from the door leaning on the opposite wall for support, your heart shattering. You come to your senses when you hear the door open, you look up and see the purple eyes that you fell in love with.

“Y/n…what are you doing here?” He sounds breathless as he speaks to you, the girl coming out from behind him, her smile falling as she realizes what’s going on.

“Yeah, so I’m gonna leave you were a nice lay though.” Her voice breaks your heart even more when you realize she didn’t even really want him.

Toge looks between you both, his mouth falling open as he doesn’t know who to respond to first but ultimately chooses you as the girl leaves.

“I can’t believe you…How could you?” Your tears fall faster as you speak feeling the venom in your words

“Baby, baby no look I-”

You cut him off not wanting to hear his excuses. “Don’t fucking call me that, I heard everything Toge…I mean nothing to you?”

“Baby, o-of course you do..” His eyes are teary as he realizes he was caught, there was nothing he could do or say that would make you feel better. Nothing could take away the feeling of a gapping hole in your chest.

“No I don’t clearly, what the fuck are you even doing here, you said you didn’t even want to come.” Your voice betrays the want to not show him you’re broken, the wavering in your words as you speak is evident.

“I didn’t but the guys-” you cut him off already knowing he’s lying.

“They’re not even here, not a single one of them so why are you!” You raise your voice, your scream is deafening in the quiet of the hallway

Toge looks down like he’s ashamed clenching his fists as he tries to keep calm. “She invited me, Aurelia asked me to come with her and I thought you were going to stay home so I said yes. I didn’t even see the guys tonight.” Your breath gets stolen at his admission, you lean against the wall as you try to take everything in but only one question comes to mind.

“How long?”

“Baby she means nothing t-”

“How long Toge!” at this point you were a wreck, you couldn’t stop the tears from falling down your cheeks or the way your chest stuttered as you cried.

“Six months…” His voice is low and he can’t seem to look you in the eyes anymore.

“Six fucking months…you cheated on me for six months and now you’re acting like you did nothing wrong!”

“No of course not, baby just listen to me…” You hang your head taking a deep breath trying to calm your anger.

“No, I’m fucking done Toge- we’re done do you hear me? I don’t ever want to see your fucking face!” You storm out of the frat house and get into you car all the while Toge chases after you calling your name.

You drive home slamming your apartment door shut as you angrily take whatever he has there and throw them in a box. You look at all the pictures on your walls of the two of you together and feel disgusted wanting to shatter them on the floor. Everything that you thought you knew shatters inside you, the bed you once shared becoming an eye sore as you move to sleep on the couch. Nothing will ever be the same, you will never be the same and even though it breaks your heart you wish he was there to comfort you all the same.

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 3: It’s just a family dinner.

Summary: Y/N meets Eri and Hitoshi and falls in love with Aizawa’s little family right away. After spending the whole evening with the little group, happy and content, Y/N’s heart shatters into pieces as the end approaches.

!!! This chapter ends with a bit of angst. If you are sensitive to that, wait until next week!

Warnings: swear words, mild angst by the end

First Chapter Master List

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“Just a heads up, she’ll probably hide behind me when she sees you.” Aizawa murmurs as he drives. “Be patient with her and she’ll open up quickly.”

Needless to say, you are terrified. Aizawa told you everything about the little girl, about her terrifying quirk and her terrible backstory and you really don’t know what to expect right now; will you be able to make the frightened child feel comfortable around you or will you fail terribly, ending up ruining the poor kid’s afternoon? “I can hear you overthinking. You’ll be fine.” He adds when you don’t react.

“Yeah, I hope so.” You sigh while staring out the window.

The car stops at a small school where a tiny little girl is talking to a teacher; Aizawa jumps out of the car as soon as he parks, strolling towards the little girl while you loiter at the back.

“Papa!” The little girl yells, fresh tears running down her little cheeks as she runs towards Shouta. He takes the little girl in his arms, hugging her closely while the kid’s teacher speaks to him in a low voice; Aizawa’s face contorts into a frown so it’s definitely not a pleasant conversation. When the conversation halts he puts the girl down and takes her hand then makes his way towards you; your heart is pounding heavily as Eri looks at you with worry in her eyes, her small body hiding behind Aizawa .

“Sweetheart, this is Y/N, she’s a guardian of one of my students.” He says, slowly urging the little girl to come forward.

“Hey, Eri! Nice to meet you!” You smile at the terrified little soul. “I’m really sad to hear you had a bad day today.”

“It’s always bad when we share a class with the other group.” She mumbles quietly. “They always bully me for my scary quirk…” Her little mouth wobbles by the end of her sentence and you feel a sudden urge to hug the poor soul.

“There is no such thing as a scary quirk, only scary people.” You say, kneeling down on the concrete to be on the same level. “Even the most innocent quirk can end up being used for evil and even the ‘scariest’ quirk can be used for good. If anyone says otherwise, they are stupid. Don’t listen to them, listen to your papa and to the people you trust, because by the end of the day, they are the ones who matter the most.”

“So you don’t think my quirk is scary?” Eri asks with a hopeful glint in her eyes.

“No way! You can fix people! That’s kinda cool!” You smile but by the look of it, this wasn’t the right answer; the little girl looks at her shoes, tears pooling in her eyes. She looks guilty but you have no idea why.

“I couldn’t fix Papa.” She says, and damn, you are on the verge of crying.

“Eri.” Aizawa reprimands, but you jump into his words.

“Papa does not need fixing, Eri. He’s perfect as he is.” You look up to Aizawa with fondness in your eyes. “And he’s the happiest guy in the world thanks to you. Do you know how much he talked about you today? And your bother Hitoshi? You are his world, Eri. Don’t make him sad by talking down on yourself. Be proud of yourself because Shouta is definitely proud of you. Look at you going to school alone after all you’ve been through. Not a lot of people can do that, you know.”

Eri looks at you with teary eyes, but with a big smile on her face; she stands in one place for a minute, contemplating what to say then suddenly, the little girl is gripping your arms, hugging you tightly.

“Thank you miss Y/N.” She mumbles into your dress then looks at her dad with a hopeful gaze. “Papa, can Y/N come over for dinner? Please please please?”

“I already invited her.” The look Aizawa gives you makes your chest flip; he looks amazed, fond and a little bit incredulous, the man’s face is a mess of emotions but for the first time since the morning, you feel seen as more than the silly guardian of a student; you can feel the shift in the air, crackling with a new kind of electricity as Shouta joins your little bubble with Eri to ruffle her hair, his hands caressing your shoulders gratefully as he moves away. “Let’s go home.” He mumbles and makes his way towards the car; Eri runs after him but not before taking your hand to pull you forward. With one of her hands in Shouta’s and one in yours, she makes her way to the car with a happy face, like nothing had happened at school at all. You respect this child more than you respect adults; she’s already a hero in your eyes.

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“Tadaima!” Shouta murmurs at the entrance of his home; for your surprise, his house is on the UA campus, a middle sized cabin next to the dorms, just on the edge of the man-made forest. It makes sense, to be honest; the amount of time the teacher spends with his students, especially now that they are all probably struggling with nightmares after what they’ve been through, living close to their building is beneficial for both sides; Aizawa can be in and out in only a few minutes and the children can sleep well knowing their teacher is always around if they need him.

“Okaeri!” A tired voice comes from the living room; a purple mess of a head looks up at the new arrivals, his eyes opening wide when he sees a stranger by the door. “Oh.”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me, young man!” Aizawa snaps and you can’t help but giggle at that.

“Date went better than you expected?” The shit eating smirk on the teen’s face reminds you of your own little menace. They would get along well.

“Say another word and I’ll make sure you don’t finish this school year, Hitoshi.” Aizawa retorts with a quite obvious blush on his face. You love this family so much already.

“Expelling me for personal reasons? I wonder how that will look like on your resume.” Hitoshi grins, his tired eyes somehow still full of energy. You can’t believe these two are not related. They literally look the same.

“You’re only getting cucumber salad for dinner.”

The teen takes great offense at that, apparently disgusted by the mere thought.

“Now that’s just rude.”

“That’s Hitoshi, but I’m quite sure you know already.” Aizawa rolls his eyes. “Hitoshi, this is Y/N.”

Hitoshi ignores the introduction and looks at you instead; he doesn’t make actual eye contact, but you know his next words are meant for you. “Dad doesn’t let me meet Megumi-chan, did you know? Denki and I really want to see the legend who made Aizawa-sensei loose his cool.”

“That’s not true. Denki is the one who’s banned from befriending Megumi and as you two come in a package deal…” Aizawa can’t finish his sentence as Hitoshi jumps into his words.

“Stop talking about him like that. Denki has a big mouth and loves drama but he’s a great guy. He’s not the same person he was before the war.” The boy sighs, his eyes clouded by the grim memories.

“Let them have fun, Shouta. Or do you hate to see me in your office that much? Should I be offended?” You tease, picking up on the teasing vibe of the family right away.

“You found a good one, dad. Well done.”

“I’m going to cook, Eri, show Y/N around. I need a minute.” Aizawa sighs and hides in the kitchen, overwhelmed. You start to feel really bad for ganging up on him now.

“He’s not mad Y/N, don’t cry.” Eri mumbles and it’s the cutest things you’ve ever heard; she actually looks concerned.

“I won’t cry.” You giggle, taking the little girl’s hand in yours. “So where are we doing first?”

“To my room!” Eri yells and pulls you towards a room with a pink door.

You can’t wait to hug the shit out of Megumi for her stupid idea.

Eri shows you around the house, spending most of the time in her room, showing you her favorite toys and pictures. The house is small but really cosy; by the look of it, it’s mostly the younglings who did the decorating; there are loud picture frames with family photos on the shelves, random hero figurines and Eri’s little creations scattered all over the place and for your surprise there is a TV in almost every room showing cctv footage of UA. When you ask about the reason, Eri just smiles.

“He wants to make sure everyone is safe. There is also a camera in the dorm common rooms but Papa hid the live footage so the kids can have some fun without being told off the next day. Papa is nice like that. He comes home grumpy a lot but he really loves his students, especially Megumi-Chan.”

“She gives him a lot of headache isn’t she.” You sigh but Eri only giggles. “Does he get overwhelmed a lot? I mean… does he run away to the kitchen a lot, like he did now?”

Eri makes a serious thinking face and nods shyly.

“He’s not mad, you know.”

“I shouldn’t have done that though. You shouldn’t tease people you don’t know well.” You sigh in agony. You feel extremely guilty and honestly, you kind of want to leave. Every family has their own style, you had no right to comment on Aizawa’s strict parenting.

“Why don’t you go and talk to him?” Eri offers. You can’t believe she’s only 7 years old.

“Yeah, that’s an amazing idea, Eri!”

The little girl looks at you with a proud face, pushing you out of her room right away. In only a few seconds you end up being pushed into the kitchen; you can still hear Eri’s tiny giggles as she closes the door behind you.

Shouta is in his own little world, stirring the stew on the counter, one of his legs propped up on a chair while he massages it with his other hand, where the prosthetics are attached.

“Does it hurt?”

Shouta jumps from the sudden voice behind him.

“Wouldn’t say that, it’s just uncomfortable after a while. It’s fine.” He mumbles, staring at the food.

“I just wanted to say sorry.” You sigh. “I overstepped my boundaries. I shouldn’t have teased you.”

You really want to cry but that would definitely make the poor guy freak out even more so you decide against it and take a deep breath instead.

“You didn’t do anything wrong.” He says, not looking at you at all. “I’m just… fuck.” Shouta pops the wooden spoon into the sink unceremoniously, his voice flat and unemotional. “I had a good time today. I liked spending time with you and the kids already adore you. You made Eri smile and Hitoshi felt comfortable to speak up in front of you. We’ve known each other for a year but today was the first time we spoke about anything personal, but if feels like I’ve known you for ages. You also fit into my family so perfectly. My kids are a lot yet you didn’t even budge.” Your heart swells from the words and you want nothing but to embrace the man in front of you. “But this doesn’t make it less wrong, Y/N.” Aizawa says and your heart breaks into pieces. “It’s already troublesome to be my son’s homeroom teacher. I can’t mix my personal life with work any more.”

“Okay. I understand…”

“But…” Aizawa jumps into your sentence. “I want to be selfish for a few more hours. I’m sorry.”

The time freezes while your brain tries to comprehend the implications of his words and when it finally does you really want to push the man in front of you until his back hits the kitchen counter, just to barge into his personal space and kiss him deep and sweet while your hands mess up his perfect bun… but you are quite sure that would end up with you being banished from this household so you decide to answer like a normal, sensible person instead.

“Okay.” You giggle shyly, with a slight blush on your face. “Yeah, okay!”

“Thanks.” Shouta smiles and it turns your word upside down.

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The dinner goes amazingly; the whole family chats around you as though you’re not just a stranger interrupting their family meal, everyone banters with everyone, then Eri begs you to stay over for a movie. You really should go but Eri-chan wants you to stay so much she’s even willing to share her favorite ice cream with you so you decide to play along for a bit longer.

Hitoshi sits on the sofa chair, scrolling on his phone and typing religiously before the movie starts, Eri sits in the middle of the sofa, urging the two of you to sit on her two sides ‘so she can share her ice cream’, but she probably just wants to be loved. Eri gets really sleepy around the middle of the movie so she decides to snuggle into your side with a happy smile on her face; Aizawa decides to join the cuddling session by putting his arms around your shoulders. It’s so domestic and so sweet you can’t help but smile at him with affection swirling in your tired eyes; he looks back with the same expression, calm and content, almost daydreamy and it’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. You two get lost in the moment for a second, completely forgetting about the two kids in the room; you only wake up from your daze when you hear the shutter of a camera going off; Hitoshi looks down at you with a shit eating grin, showing off his absolutely fucking adorable picture proudly.

“Toshi, delete that, now! You can’t just take random photos of people without their consent!” Aizawa reprimands. Hitoshi only shrugs and looks at you questioningly.

“Toshi, send me that picture, now!” You retort and Hitoshi laughs; Aizawa just hides his face in his palms, shoulders tense, clearly given up on this conversation.

“You two are terrible for my heart.” He mumbles, just as Eri opens her sleepy eyes.

“I’ll put Eri to bed and go to my room. I’ll send you the picture dad, forward it to Y/N. Nice to meet you, I hope to see you soon, yeah? Don’t be a stranger.” Hitoshi smiles with Eri in his arms, slowly moving the little girl to her bedroom.

“I should go, it’s really late.” You mumble as you make your way towards the entrance. You are way too soft and emotional right now to stay alone with this man. You just can’t take this anymore; this man and his loving, mischievous family is everything you’ve ever wanted in life and you know you can’t have him. It hurts like a bitch. You just want to go home and curl up in your bed then cry yourself to sleep.

“Wait!” Shouta jumps off the sofa, slowly limping towards you; he must be in a lot of pain by now; you really wanted to ask him to take his prosthetic leg off in the kitchen but you didn’t have the guts to ask; you definitely aren’t close enough for him to be comfortable around you in his natural state yet… well, technically, he never will be as this ends right here, right now. Your already broken heart breaks into even smaller pieces by this revelation. He stands in front of you, supporting himself by the wall to ease the tension in his legs; he’s so close you can smell his perfume; it’s strong and musky with a hint of bitterness to it. You’ll never forget this scent until you die. “Thank you for today. I had a great time and it’s all thanks to you.” He sighs and looks into your eyes; his eye holds an emotion you can’t really decipher; it’s soft and sad, but also kind of happy… it’s a little mess of everything and you can’t stop staring at it. “Y/N, you deserve the word and I’m so sorry I can’t give that to you.”

Rejection. You knew it’s going to happen but it doesn’t make it any less painful.

“Thank you for doing this for Megumi.” You give him a sad smile, seconds away from crying. Aizawa makes a terrified face at you; he looks anxious about something but he doesn’t say a word. “I’m sorry for ruining your day off.” You mumble and you’re just about to open the door when you’re stopped by a hand on your shoulders; the feeling of freedom made you let your guard down, tears falling on your cheeks heavily as you look up at the hero’s heartbroken face.

“Y/N, you have it all wrong.” He says, pulling you towards him to hold you close. You decide to look at the ground; you can’t keep looking him in this state. “I don’t know how to say it so I’m sorry in advance.”

“What…”

You can’t finish your sentence because the words get stuck in your throat as Shouta gets rid of the distance between you two and embraces you so tight you can barely breathe. He grips the hair on the back of your head, pulling you closer and closer and the words stops for the nth time; your hands automatically shoot up to grab the back of his shirt, trying your best to convey your emotions, but it’s just not enough and he certainly feels the same if his death grip is anything to go by. You stay like this for way to long; at least a few minutes pass before he lets you go, but not before he puts his lips on your forehead with a pained look on his face.

“Take care, okay?” He mumbles, his voice broken and full of agony. You don’t respond, just step back a few steps until your hands find the door handle.

“Shouta…” you say, clear and confident. “I like you. So if you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.” You top your words with a tiny kiss on the tired-looking hero’s cheek and this time, you manage to open the door and slide through the crack, not waiting to get an answer.

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“Auntie, how was it?” Megumi jumps out of her room right as you enter the living room. She takes a good look at you and pales completely; she can definitely see how red your eyes are. “What happened?” She tries to come closer but you step away from her, making your way towards your bedroom.

“Fucking great. I met his children, he made us dinner, and I had a fucking amazing time. It was great until it lasted, Megumi. Now leave me alone. Leftover’s in the fridge. Don’t bug him with stupid questions, he did what you’ve asked him to do, so keep your end of the bargain.” You deadpan and close the door aggressively; you know how unprofessional you are right now, acting like a stupid teenager when you are supposed to be the adult in the household, but you can’t do this tonight. For your surprise, Megumi doesn’t say a single word and goes back to her room. The night is silent but your thoughts are not; you roll around in your bed the whole night, not getting a wink of sleep and even when you do, you wake up after a few minutes to Shouta’s scent in your nose.

You would like to laugh at yourself for falling in love after one stupid date but the truth is, you’ve been crushing on this man since the first meeting in his office so these feelings aren’t new at all; they’ve been there the whole time, dormant and invisible, sneakily waiting for the perfect time to explode out of your chest.

“Everything will be okay tomorrow.” You mumble into your pillow and close your eyes; maybe if you say that a few more times you’ll believe it.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- Ah man, I hate angst. I really do. But Aizawa needs some time to get his shit together. He’ll be fine eventually.

- I hope you enjoyed this chapter! I love this new version of Hitoshi who’s not an emotionally constipated asshole 😂 He transferred to class A after the war hence why he’s so close with Kaminari. He managed to fit in really well thanks to him and opened up to people. I love him 😭😭😭

- Aizawa doesn’t hate Kaminari by the way. He genuinely loves him so much but there is no way he’ll show it. Also, Kaminari and Megumi together are nothing but trouble, he’s absolutely right about that. You will see 😂

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[gravesung-moving]

@koseigu said:

❛ say my name . louder . ❜ & ❛ i’ve barely even started . ❜ & ❛ i want to hear you beg . ❜ ( warmups for vocalist sugu <3 )

IF YOU'D ASKED SUGURU AT TWENTY what he thought he would be doing in eight years, the answer would most likely not be 'getting his back blown out by the hot drummer for his own band before every show.'

sukuna's stamina is legendary in the wider circle of gossip around them and their band. when suguru first approached him, all he knew about the man was that he was notoriously hot, notoriously mean, and an excellent drummer. all he really cared about was the last part (though, he had to admit curiosity about the first.) as it turned out, excellent was an understatement. he sat and listened to sukuna's reel for hours and hours that first night, mind already awakening rhythms and melodies and lyrics from where they slept under almost a year of writer's block.

initially, sukuna refused. BENEVOLENCE had put out a couple of major hits, but nothing that kept them in the public eye — not like him and satoru were before their duo-band broke up, not even close. of course it made sense that a drummer worth his salt ( and more, in suguru's opinion ) wouldn't want to sign on with a band led by satoru's shadow.

even after he was rejected, suguru would readily admit he became a bit obsessed with sukuna's sound. he listened to that reel again, again, again, wrote accompaniments that wrote themselves, and before he knew it he'd put together a demo with his own vocals over the synths and sent it out.

he didn't expect a response. whatever happened on the other side of that email, he's not sure to this day — something about it must have, as he hoped it would, sparked the inspiration of a man he knew was just as stuck as him.

once they started working together, it didn't take long for suguru to be the recipient of a great deal of unsolicited gossip about his new drummer's sex life. his stamina first among the deluge: he can go for days. i think i heard someone say like, four?? that's a lot! and he's into some real kinky shit.

again: did not ask.

but pandora's box had been opened, and before long suguru found himself casting sidelong looks during recording sessions in the studio. which turned to songwriting sessions with just the two of them once he caught onto sukuna's excellent ear and a knack for bouncing off of suguru's ideas to create something better. they bickered, argued, fought, and the friction between them only amplified what they created together. but suguru was so caught up in flowstate, in the dream, to notice what was happening until it was too late and sukuna's mouth was on his and he wanted it there, had wanted it there, and only when suguru found himself on his knees with sukuna's cock down his throat did he realize that maybe, just maybe, he'd gotten into something dangerous.

attraction is a powerful motivator. it also turns everything around it brittle. he has learned the hard way that a band can't survive a breakup between its two creative centers — one hit and the whole thing shatters.

so don't get your heart involved, said the caustic thing in him that ate away reason, that in matters of attraction he always ended up listening to. easy.

yeah. sure.

to his credit, it seems to be working so far. though he isn't sure what it was about him that drew sukuna into his orbit the same way suguru had already been drawn into his, it isn't a gift horse he particularly feels like looking in the mouth. and though he thought the rumors were exaggerating, they weren't kidding about his stamina. either sukuna brings out something in him that wasn't there before, or suguru has been incredibly shortsighted about his body's limits — repeatedly the other man stretches them, breaks them, and leaves him begging for more.

the more they fuck, the more he suspects it may have been his voice that did it. sukuna likes to hear him — and suguru likes to deny him, calm and honey-smooth and intentionally infuriating, until he's made to. ( and then, sometimes, when it's least expected of him, he likes to flip the script and make sukuna beg in turn. suguru has always enjoyed being underestimated. it makes retribution that much sweeter. )

it's a good thing that his studio is private, situated in the guest house behind suguru's well-kept garden. it's a good thing it's outfitted with soundproofing. every minute of his schedule is accounted for: they'll need to arrive three hours before doors, which means hustling once two p.m. rolls around, but they've been up since six. suguru has found it easier to work around sukuna than to try to make sukuna work around him. if he doesn't block out time, sukuna will take it: more than one press event has been delayed or canceled because suguru was busy gasping against him for the third straight hour, left raspy-voiced and unable to walk.

shows are a little stricter. both of them are required to be in relatively good shape to be able to perform, but that doesn't mean they can't still warm up suguru's voice in unconventional ways. throat-fucking is off the table — really off the table, not 'off the table until sukuna does it anyway' — and besides, this is about exercising his voice, not stifling it. instead: scarlet rope bites into the skin of arms contorted behind his back, locked in place by a web of intricate knots. the patterns weave over his chest, enhancing and pressing and pulling. sukuna under him, keeping his hips in place with one hand as he fucks suguru from below, grabs his hair with the other and yanks his head back just enough to provoke a hiss. "say my name. louder." and suguru truly may have resisted, had he not been edged for the last two hours. but his thighs tremble from keeping the position and from the muscle spasms brought on by almost-orgasm after almost-orgasm, and every movement of sukuna's hips sends a new wave of not-quite-enough-but-oh-god-please bliss through his body, and he isn't sure how much more of this he can take.

so before sukuna can stop mid-thrust again just to make him squirm, just to keep him moving, he complies. ❝ ryo— ngh. ❞ another hard pull at his hair — and as he feared, sukuna stops moving, red eyes boring into his with a flash of dissatisfaction. a choked, desperate sound leaves suguru's throat as he arches his back, tries to move his hips only for the hand in his hair to move to his throat. under those harsh and practiced fingers, his pulse races, faster now. the open air is brutal on his dick, a complete lack of stimulation despite sukuna buried deep inside him causing a throbbing, indescribable sharpness that has his lips pulling back in a grimace. "louder," sukuna snarls below him, pulls his hips low and snaps them back upwards just once. "i want to hear you beg."

❝ ryomen, ❞ suguru bites out, resistant even in his desperation, even though he thinks he might do just about anything if it means sukuna will let him come. ❝ please. ❞ positive reinforcement at using his voice: sukuna moves again, rolls his hips lazily, languidly. yet more precum leaks down the length of his shaft, drips down to meet the mess already present. he imagines one of those lovely hands wrapping around his dick and it does not make his situation any better. the new motion is enough to make him moan again, and he sees — feels — a shiver roll down his partner's spine.

and that is all he needs. suguru could delude himself into thinking he's in control by raising his voice, gasping, groaning sukuna's name and please into the crook of his neck as his drummer's tongue runs up the tense line of his jugular, but knowing that he isn't is the thrill that binds them together in this moment. for what he hopes is the last time this morning, sukuna wraps a hand around him and fucks him hard and works him up until his toes are curling, the slight tremor in his thighs growing more violent, tension rippling through his arms and shoulders and abdomen, his moans growing louder and filthier still —

— and then the pressure is gone. the hips still their motion again. sukuna's face is still hovering close to his neck, to his ear; he pulls suguru back by the hair until they're just far apart enough to look each other in the eye. "nah. i've barely even started."

suguru's eyes are filmy with tears, violet consumed by pupils in desire and frustration both. his voice is low and clear, vocal cords responsive and warm like they should be on show day. ❝ i hate you. ❞

[speedyartist30]

Alone (end)

Samual Pov

It was pouring rain outside Samuals office window, it’s been raining hard for the last three days and Samual had to cancel his squad’s training sessions which they seemed fine with.

Signing off the last report Samaul stretched his arms above his head relieved that he was finally done. Looking at the bag of fruit he picked up,Samaul wondered how Jay was doing he hasn’t seen the kid in a week and when he asked Jasmine and Alex about him they were just as curious as him.

Going to his room to get a folder to put away the reports Samual hears a light knock on his door.Not sure who it is Samual calls out

Samual:”Hang on! I’ll be there in a second!”

Putting the reports in the orange folder Samuals puts them in the drawer of his desk.

Opening the door Samual didn’t see anybody until he looked down. In front of stood Jay who was completely soaked.

Samual: “Jesus Christ Jay!! What were you doing out in the rain?!?”

Jay didn’t say anything he just took a step forward and hugged Samuals leg. Not wasting time Samual picked him up and brought him into his room. Samual was going to put him on the couch so he can give him some dry clothes but Jay wouldn’t let go of him.

Samual:”Jay, I’ll be right back I’m just going to get you some clothes and a towel to dry you off.”

*Jay shook his head*

Samaul found it odd since Jay usually didn’t want people close to him so the change in attitude made him a little concerned. Taking his phone out his pocket Samual calls his friend as he went to dry off the now shivering child.

Mickan:”Hello?” Samual:”Mickan, where are you right now?” Mickan: “My room Im trying to train this puppy how to sit but he is very stubborn and-“ Samual: “I need you over here right now and bring some warm tea with you.“ Mickan: “Now? Why? Wait. tea? Sam wh-“ Samual:”I’ll explain when you get here” Mickan: “Ok but what about the dog?” Samual: “I don’t know just bring him with you.” Mickan: “Really? You know what whatever I’ll be there in 10 mins.”

Samual hangs up and mentally curses when he sees the amount of bruises and cuts on Jay, he quickly grabs the first aid kit to change the soaked bandages he was wearing. Samual felt sick knowing someone on this base was hurting this kid and no idea who it is but he knows one thing if he finds them they’re going to pay. When he finished he gave Jay one of his t-shirts(which is way too big) and put him in his bed. When he was about to leave to go call Mickan without Jay listening he hears the blankets moving behind him then the sound of feet padding behind him .

Turning around he sees Jay holding his leg again just like before.What Samual wasn’t aware of was Jay just wanted to be with him so he wouldn’t be alone.

Jay was getting frustrated with Samual he already walked all the way here to stay with him but he keeps try to leave him. Feeling his legs shaking from standing to long Jay tightens his grip.

Crouching down to his level Samual tries to reassure Jay.

Samual:”I’ll be right back Jay. I promise I’m just going to make a quick call.”

Jay falls toward Samual and hugs him

Jay:” I don’t want to be alone.”

Samuals heart shattered. The kids voice sounded like he ate glass and any moment he would fall apart. Returning the hug Samual apologizes.

Samual: “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.”

Samual picks him up and he covered Jay with a blanket since he was obviously still cold from the rain and they both sat on the couch in his office.

When the door opens Mickan comes in with a steaming cup and a small puppy in his hands.

Mickan: “oh!! That’s why you wanted tea!!” (As he pointed at Jay who was leaning against Samuals side )

Handing the cup to Samual who gives it to Jay. Mickan holds the squirming puppy in his lap as he took a seat in the desk chair.

Samual: “Yeah, thanks for coming over. I wasn’t sure who to call.”

Looking down Mickan noticed Jay was staring at the small dog trying to jump from his lap.

Mickan:”Hey kid you want to play with him?” (Holding the puppy in his hands)

Jay looked up at him then back at the dog and nodded his head. Mickan picks up the puppy and places him on the couch right beside Jay. The puppy crawls on his lap and sits perfectly still. When Jay scratches the pups head it licks his hand. Little sparks danced over Jays head but quickly fade away.

Mickan: “Sam…. Did you-“

Samual: “Yes Mickan I know he glows…”

Mickan forced himself to not ask a bunch of questions as he watched the kid's eye go from gold to green, it was something he thought he would only see in movies. As he watched he couldn’t help the slightest hint of confusion appearing on his face when he saw the puppy behaving so well with this kid, he had to chase the little pup around just to get it out of his room earlier. Looking towards Samaul, Mickan said while slightly laughing

Mickan:” That pup is the most stubborn dog I’ve came across in a while. I have no idea how that kid got him to sit so still.”

Samual: “Really? I don’t know, the dog seems well-behaved to me. Maybe you're just losing touch.”

Mickan: “WHA- I’m not losing my touch!! I’m the best dog trainer here!!!”

Laughing at the expected reaction Samual looked beside him to make sure Jay was ok. What he saw was Jay quietly scratching the pup's head and the little puppy rolled onto his back allowing Jay to scratch its tummy. It looked like Jay scratched the pup's sweet spot because suddenly the pup flips back over and sits up as it starts licking Jay's face then it tries to climb on his shoulder as it started sniffing his hair.

Worried that the puppy might accidentally hurt him Samual was about to reach for the puppy when a quiet sound met his ears. Laughter. Small quiet laughter was coming from Jay as he moved his face away from the pup's appreciative licks. His heart melted at the sight but he got worried when Jay started coughing.

Samual:*He was in the rain. I hope he’s not getting sick.*

Moving the still giggling kid bangs Samual puts a hand on Jay's forehead and doesn’t feel any heat but Jay still felt cold. Picking up the cup of tea that was untouched by Jay, Samual hands it to him while saying

Samual: “Drink this. It will help your throat”

Jay looked at the cup and frowned, but he reluctantly took it and had taken a few sips.

An hour or two passed by and the rain has finally came to a end. Samual and Mickan have been talking to pass the time as they both subtlelu watched Jay and the puppy. At some point the puppy ended up falling asleep on Jay, but the kid remained awake as he quietly rubbed the pups head. Samual could tell the kid was sleepy but for some reason he stubbornly fought it.

Mickan:”Hey, I’m about to head out while it’s not raining. Hey kid, I need the puppy back please.”

Looking drowsy Jay moved his hands away as Mickan carefully picked up the sleeping puppy and leaves them alone in Samuals office. Checking the clock on the wall Samual noticed it was almost 12am. Jay hasn’t moved and was just staring at the door. Earlier Samual turned the tv on for him but he didn’t seem interested but for some reason he kept starting at the door.

Samual:*Its late. Why is he trying to stay awake?*

Standing up from the couch he noticed Jay didn’t stop him but he did look away for the door. Testing to see how the kid reacts Samual walks into his bedroom,Jay doesn’t follow him. Suprised at the reaction compared to earlier Samual changes into some comfortable clothes for bed and returns back into his office, Jay was staring at the door again.

Samual:“Jay aren’t you sleepy?”

Not expecting a vocal response from him but the kid shook his head no, which was an obvious lie. Taking a look at the door himself Samual didn’t see anything interesting or eye catching.Walking to it he opened it and saw nothing, looking down the hallways he didn’t see anything either.

The lights flickered behind him..

Turning around he saw Jay standing up on the couch, eyes golden, sparks flickering around his hands,but he looked on edge.

Samual:*Did I do something? Wait….is it the door? Did I scare him by opening the door??*

Closing the door behind him, Samual cautiously walks toward Jay, while also be wary of the Lightning sparking around the kids hands.

Samual:”what’s wrong? Is there something wrong with the door?”

No reply, instead Jay just peeked behind him before looking back up at him.The lightning was frantically moving around his hands.

Samual:*Is he waiting for someone to come up here? No, that can’t be it right, why would he be afraid of someone……coming in…*

Samual finally realized why Jay reacted that way,the kid thinks someone is going to get him out of his office. That’s why he was watching the door.Giving a sad smile,Samual crouched down infront of Jay and calmly told him.

Samual: “ You know nobody can come in my office right?”

Jay frowned at his words and tilted his head. Samual knew he had to show him that he was being honest , he stood up and went back to the door, but instead of opening it he locked it. Turning the knob and yanking the door ,Samual showed him that no one could get in the room.

Samual: “See, no one can get inside. Your safe here.”

Jay visible relaxed and slowly sat back down, his lightning sparked but slowly faded away as the green returned to his eyes.

Seeing the lightning gone Samual took him to his room and tucked him into bed. The bed was very large so Samual made sure they had a gape between them so he doesn’t accidentally hit him in his sleep. It didn’t matter though since Jay moved right beside him and grabbed his sleeve once Samual got in the bed

That night Jay felt safe for the first time in a while and most importantly he wasn’t alone.

[arsenalgbt]

Aaron and David are really interesting to me but not as a sexy porny couple. I feel like their potential for heart-breaking angst is untapped by evil people like me who would giggle while writing it. I had this asking explaining it all written out but my laptop died and I lost it so now I have to try recreate the magic of it. I see them having very slow and sensual love making scenes to contrast the anger and the hurt and the emotion that exists between them. Aaron feels like David has taken something from him and being mad at Mikel isn't smart because Aaron needs Mikel to be impressed by him and part of that includes his character and how Mikel seems him so he smiles and gets on with things while secretly loathing David. Slowly but surely faking positive feelings turns into him having such feelings for David. They view their thing very differently though, David feels like Aaron has made his transition to Arsenal easier and that Aaron is the reason Arsenal feels like home. Aaron harbours resentment towards David and hates that when he fucks him that he's giving so much pleasure the man that stole his pleasure from him by taking his spot on the team. David signs his contract for a permanent move thinking that Aaron is happy to be a number 2 as long as he's number 2 to him. Aaron tells his agent to get him a club, any club, after he fucks David to celebrate his contract. David thinks it's a welcome fuck, it's a goodbye fuck. David learns about the Southampton move from social media. David is now at Arsenal, throwing himself into work and avoiding getting too close to anyone to avoid getting hurt again. Aaron has what he thought he wanted, no loss on the field even comes close to the pain of letting himself lose David though - 💙🤍KT anon

ASJJDSAJKFKJSDFLA AJSFKASJDFKASJDFAKSFDJKA AJKSFJKDASJKFKJAKJ yeah this is exactly what I'm talking about. ofc, angst with a sprinkle of porn as per!!!!!!! so perfect.

being mad at Mikel isn't smart because Aaron needs Mikel to be impressed by him and part of that includes his character and how Mikel seems him so he smiles and gets on with things while secretly loathing David. Slowly but surely faking positive feelings turns into him having such feelings for David. They view their thing very differently though, David feels like Aaron has made his transition to Arsenal easier and that Aaron is the reason Arsenal feels like home. Aaron harbours resentment towards David David signs his contract for a permanent move thinking that Aaron is happy to be a number 2 as long as he's number 2 to him.

fuck yeah THAT is so poetic. so cruel. so naive. Aaron has to leave for the story to work. by leaving, he gets to experience the void. by leaving, not only does he get his petty revenge, but also a surprise heartbreak. I'm hearing Aaron is actually injured right now? that's a recipe of disaster. David drives down south to be with Aaron on his day off, in his head, in his defence, he's 'helping' Aaron with his training to recover from his injury. Aaron doesn't actually spat at him when David shows up on his front door - the rebound sex is earth shattering though, they make it work with Aaron's injury (David riding him cough). exactly. EXACTLYYYYYYYY

or we can always leave it at that. at Aaron leaving. at David finding out the done deal the here we go from the media. damn.............. the angstification of such a niche ship with approximately 3 passengers............................ thank you for this. amazing!!!!!

PS. LISTEN IT'S TE SECOND TIME UR WRITING SOMETHING EPIC AND EITHER UR LAPTOP/PHONE/TUMBLR ATE THEM LMAOOOOOOOOOOO MAY I SUGGEST A RISK PREVENTION ACTION??????? maybe write it first somewhere safe............. always cmd a + cmd c no matter what........ please I can't............ I need................ I'm so serious...

[nescaveckwriter]

Moonflowers & Werewolves 🐺💞 - Chapter Five

A/N: Awww my loves, I know its been awhile, but yeah been a little busy, but enough about me making excuses, I hope you enjoy this chapter, I enjoyed writing it 💞

Warnings: 18+ Only Angst, back flashes, a little fluff, overly cute.

Word Count: 1431 🐞

Chapter Five 💞🐞🐺

Curled up under the covers, the pillowcase soaked with sweat and tears, the last few weeks has been hell, its like as if all the memories resurfaced from what she went through with Tom, the way she felt, how small she felt. The lean fingers wipes the tears of her face. Turning on her back and staring at the ceiling, watching the shadows of the trees dancing in the moonlight. It's full moon, again, she always found, the darkness so refreshing especially when the moon is shining, like there's a little glimpse of hope, of restoration, of strength. In the distance you can hear the howling of a wolf or pack of wolves.

Scoffing as she recalls the last words Derek spoke "I'm a werewolf" she looked him, and shook her head in disbelief as she gave him a once over, examining the illumination of his eyes, the extra wolf like features on his already perfectly handsome face, his calloused hands turning into claws, and his teeth turning into fangs. It scared the hell out off her. As she remembered the reason behind her lying in the hospital. When he said "Say something please Maddie" all she could do is say "leave now". In all damn honesty, her heart couldn't hold it anymore, it was somewhere between terrified and intrigued. It was caught up in the magic of this mystical creature, human, whatever you call it half wolf, half human, but also in the violence of this supernatural being.

The thing that took her really by surprise, was the distraught look on his face, and the sadness in his eyes. And the way she felt when he walked out of her hospital room, unsafe, and heartbroken, why she just couldn't quite figure it out just yet.

 She hasn't spoke to him since, but she and Melissa has gotten really good friends, she's a nosy one but, she's just really caring, and she eventually opened up towards her, telling her about how her marriage was, and she just listened, held her closed when she bawled her eyes out, it felt good getting it off her chest.  Sighing as she rolls over too her side, thinking maybe she should try to get some sleep again, after the nightmare she had, she closes her eyes, and as she drifted off too sleep, the alarm went off,.  Pushing down the snooze button, she can do with five more minutes, that's all, just five more, then she'll be ready for the day. Her heavy eyes closed, and she drifted off too sleep.

"Oh come on dad, can you just help me practice please" he pleaded

Derek smiled, he just simply loved spending time with his son. "Sure son" he said, while running his hand playfully in his son's hair. They both laughed, while practicing lacrosse. As they were laughing and having a good time, Eli, accidentally hit the ball a little too hard, it went straight across the road, they both squinted as they hear the shatter of the glass window. Sharing a concerned glance they both ran over to Madison's house. Derek sighed as he recalled the events that led up to them not talking. 

Seeing the ball went through the living room window, they knocked on the front door, "I'll handle this okay son" Eli just nodded his head, as he ain't really sure what happened between his dad and Miss Well.

Madison opened the door, her hair is hanging loosely around her shoulders, revealing that she just woke, by the sleepiness in her voice, "Morning" she smiled

"Morning, we are so sorry about the window, we will fix it, I promise" 

"Really it's not a problem, accidents happen, I mean, it did scare the crap out off me, but its really not that bad" she let out a little laugh

Derek's eyes roamed over her, as she smiled, thankful that she's not as angry and shocked as she initially was. His voice smoky "Oh, sorry about scaring, seems like I tend to do that sometimes" he starts to laugh, and she joins in on the laughter. 

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that, sorry I first needed to process everything, want coffee?" 

Surprised "Yeah that will be delicious, thank you" turning around to face Eli, but Eli, ran back home, screaming something in the distance about meeting up with friends. "It looks like its just coffee for two"

Smiling "Looks like it," as she walks into the kitchen she pulls her hair straight, so that she doesn't look like a mess. "How do you take your coffee?, wait does werewolves even drink coffee?"

He can't help but to laugh, "Yes we do, we do everything that normal human beings do, we just have certain skill sets, that makes us unique"

Smirking, "Well no kidding"

"Oh I take it black, just black" he rubs his hand at the back of his neck

"Oh great, want rusks or something to eat?"

"No, just coffee is perfect thank you, by the way, I'm really sorry about what happened in the hospital,"

Handing him his coffee, "No, please don't apologize, I'm the one who is supposed to say sorry, I was just so surprised, to hear it from you, I mean don't get me wrong, I have walked in the school hallways, and heard about chatter from supernatural beings, but I thought it was just kids, having fun, telling scary stories to each other."

Smiling "I don't think I've ever heard you talk so much, since I met you"

 A rosy color creping on her cheeks "Sorry, I tend to ramble when I'm excited or embarrassed or nervous , and its safe to say , I'm a little of all three now"

The more, he gets to know, her the deeper his falling for her and he knows it all to well, "Never apologize for just being yourself"

"I'm getting to know myself for the first time in a long time"  her fingers swirling the rim of the coffee mug, "sorry I don't know why I just told you that"

Covering her hand in his, "Stop saying sorry about everything Maddie, please, around me, just be yourself, there aren't no judgment here"

Surprised about how safe she feels in his presence and how, just the mere touch of his hands is making her heart flutter, she just manages to let out a barely audible "thank you"

For a while they just sit in silence, watching every little detail of each others, face, searching to see if the feeling is mutual. Madison gets up, taking the empty mugs and placing it in the kitchen sink. Derek gets up, unsure of what to do, he asks "Can I help you clean up, the broken glass?"

Turning to face the man towering over her, "Uhmm, no, no it's fine, I'll do it later, thank you for the chat , it was really nice and once again, sorry I..."

Before she could finish the sentence he leans in, placing a gentle, soft kiss on her lips, he pulls away, searching her eyes, before pulling her close to him, and devouring her lips. His voice hoarse as he begun to speak after breaking the kiss, "I... Uhm, sorry," he clears his throat, "No actually I'm not, I think I could be falling in love with you Miss, Madison Wells"

Stunned and still trying to catch her breathe, she looks at him, trying to stop feeling the way she feels her voice brittle, "Derek, I.. I can't" his face saddens and she takes ahold of his hands, "I feel exactly the same about you, but"    

Confusing evident in his smoky voice "but what?"

"I can't go down this road again, what if" biting her bottom lip

He smirks, "What if? What I hurt,? You think I'm going to hurt you because I'm a werewolf?

A stray tear running over her cheek "No, not a werewolf, a man"

"What?" he looks at her, the tears staining her cheeks, makes it clear that she went through something with her previous relationship, he thumbs away the tears, snaking his arms, around her waist, he pulls her into his muscular chest, whispering "I'll never hurt you, sweetheart, and never will I let anything happen to you, you have my word"

Finding comfort in his arms, and words she just stood there, in the solace of feeling safe, feeling at peace, in the arms of a born predator. Almost getting lost in the sound of his heartbeat, well that was until her front door flung open, and she heard the voice she feared the most...

[theflowerofthecommonwealth]

Power Armor Punch Part Fifty Two

Masterlist

Teshteal: *going absolutely mad slaughtering the mutants at the plant. He practically blitzes the whole area and back then comes for the ones that escaped to the shore with almost deranged glee when he’s through he stands, tossing aside the supersledge and whipes his hands off and smirks like he didn’t just completely wipe out a whole Supermutant faction*

(Note: I love this little gremlin devil dude lol!!!)

Nick: *manages to get a worn white dress shirt and a steel chest plate from Dejen*

Gardio: Oh! You’re back in one piece! How do you feel?

Nick: So far so good. He even managed to get that annoying hitch in my wrist fixed.

Gardio: Well, good. You ready to head out then?

Nick: Yeah- wait. Where’s Teshteal?

Gardio: I sent him ahead to check on how Jas is doing. Figured once you were fixed up they could use the extra help. *realizes something and starts digging in his pocket* He said to give you this. *hands him the note*

Nick: *takes it* What is…? *eyes widen when it hits him. He frowns and nods before pocketing them in his own bag, next to his guns and old hat which he quickly puts on after* Ahem… well. Should we hit the road?

Gardio: Hit the road we shall. *with that they head upstairs*

DiMA: *relieved when he sees Nick walking around on his own again* Nick! Brother! I’m so happy to see you on your feet again. I was so worried for you.

Nick: Well you can thank Faraday for that. Really worked out every kink in the system. *content smile*

DiMA: I surely would be lost without him, as would all of Acadia.

Nick: *nods* Indeed you would. Well, so long, brother. We’re off to the light house for a case.

DiMA: Safe travels brother.

Nick and Gardio: *leaves*

Jasmine: (Goes partly limp from exhaustion. There’s another wound in her leg just below her knee aside from her side and shoulder one with the bullet also still lodged inside, luckily it didn’t hit an artery or shatter her bone. In total there are three wounds along with some wicked bruising from the close ranged bullets that hit her and her self harm cuts)

Donovan: (Quickly slings Jasmine’s arm over his shoulder and half drags her over to the bridge with his pistol raised, listening for any noise)

Jasmine: (Cries out in pain when she is moved, going back to fighting her childhood friend to get away)

Donovan: (Ignores her hits for the sake of getting somewhere safe despite the the fact that her swings sting) “I know it hurts Rosie, bear with me here….”

Jasmine: (Absolutely hellbent on getting away, she can’t think of anything else to do)

Donovan: (Gets them both under the bridge in one piece, arranging the girl so she’s restrained in his lap. It can’t be helping with keeping her calm, but he has to hold her back) “Shhh, it’s okay…”

Jasmine: (Throwing a hissy fit, mud and water flying everywhere as she kicks her legs to try and gain enough momentum to break free. They are seated in a large puddle of water that collected from the rain, so her splashing makes enough noise to draw attention)

Donovan: (Is again forced to pin her legs down with his, heart dropping when he hears how this makes her sob out with a scream of pure fear) “I’m not gonna hurt you Rosie-Posie, just tryna keep us from potentially getting eaten alive.” (Presses her head against his shoulder to keep the hysterical girl still) “I’m so sorry, I swear that I will make this up to you later.”

Ma: (Sweeping through the area with Joyce and the gang of fishermen, making sure the coast is completely clear. They poke at the corpses with the ends of their guns, looking at one another with confusion)

Pirate: (Running around with her nose in the air, trying to catch the scent of whoever was just here and slaughtering everything)

Teshteal: *already bolted into the water and ran into the woods on the otherside. He’s not taking a chance in hell with a strange dog- one’s enough with Dogmeat around. If Nick and Gardio make it there, first, fine, but Jas wouldn’t be able to vouch for him anyway.*

Nick: *walking along the path from Acadia and keeping an eye out for enemies in the fog* Did he clean my eyes too? Everything looks… crisper somehow.

Gardio: You know, I just get to forgetting you’re a robot and then you say something like that. *looks down at Nick with a chuckle*

Nick: I am what I am. *shrugs*

Teshteal: *running their way and comes skidding to a halt a few feet in front of them*

Gardio: Li- *shakes his head* I mean- Teshteal?! What are you doing here?!

Teshteal: I beat up a bunch of Super Mutants trying to protect Rosie and a bunch of people trying to help her. She’s badly hurt because she ran away and picked a fight-

Nick: *startled look at Gardio* She ran OFF?!

Teshteal: Why ELSE would she be out here this long after you sent Lucille out. Also Lucille’s no where to be seen.

Nick: *swears* I’m going to have a word with her-

Gardio: Rosie?

Nick: Yes, her, too, but also Lucille! Where the HELL did she go?! Why?! What was she THINKING?! *storming off down the road*

Gardio: *frowns and follows. That isn’t like Lucille at all to just leave someone. Wonders what happened*

Jasmine: (Takes in a sharp breath, whimpering as she finally gives in and stops struggling. Not that she wants to, she’s just so damn exhausted and fading out that she can’t fight anymore)

Donovan: (Sigh of relief, relaxing his hold on her. He gently gathers her so she’s cradled in his lap, giving her a moment to calm down) “There we go sweetheart…”

Jasmine: (Mewls weakly while she covers her face with her hands)

Donovan: (Gently rocks the girl) “Hush now….” (Both of them are soaked head to toe and caked with muck from the stream, that can’t be good for the young girls wounds or overall wellbeing. She’s so fragile and fragmented in his arms, far from the spunky gal with the big personality he once knew. Poor baby…)

Jasmine: (Croaks out when she feels a splitting pain throughout her body, seeing spots due to the blood loss)

Donovan: (Lifts her up bridal style and runs back to the trappers house to get cover so he can slow down the bleeding)

Ma: (Sees Donny running with Jasmine in his arms and comes over to guard the house with Joyce and the fishermen, still so confused on what just happened. But they have to stay diligent, they could’ve drawn in a Fog Crawler or some gulpers with all the noise)

Donovan: (Rushes inside and up the stairs, setting Jas down on a table) (Quietly) “Hold on Rosie-Posie…” (Lifts up the edge of both of her bloodied and soaked shirts to get a better view of her most dire wound. The meat hook dug into her flesh, but he doesn’t think it hit any organs)

Jasmine: (Screams out loudly, swatting in the air frantically)

Donovan: (Covers her mouth and strokes her hair. Luckily for them the thunder and rain drowns out the teens desperate cries) “Shhh, sweetie it’s alright. I have to slow the bleeding down or else you could bleed out, I’m sorry.” (Reaches into his bag for the emergency compression bandages he and Ma had scavenged from a military base. She’s too weak for a stimpak even if it’s a diluted one, using one would do more harm than good)

Jasmine: (Cries out for her Dad while Donovan maneuvers her so he can get the bandage in place, pain and fear erupting through her body when he has to move the waistline of her pants down so he can secure the pad of the bandage. She tries to remain still, telling her mind that’s made out of scrambled eggs that Donny won’t hurt her like that, but it’s hard)

Donovan: (Cleans off as much muck and blood as he can with a rag, strapping the bandage in place before moving on to her shoulder wound. He starts up the same process, unable to move away her shirt with how wiggly Jas is so he just straps it in place right over her shirt. They’ll do a proper cleaning when they get back to the lighthouse)

Jasmine: (By the time he’s strapping on the final compression bandage on her leg over her pants because they can’t be rolled up, she’s whimpering pleas and covering her chest with both of her hands)

Donovan: (Remembers how the note Lucille gave them said that Rosie had been sexually assaulted at one point, which explains her screaming. It shatters his soul to think of what horrible events could have transpired to their sweet little Rosalinda to make her act like this…) “I’m not gonna hurt you Rosie, you’re too precious to me for that to happen.”

Jasmine: (Just keeps crying for her Dad, trying to get off the table)

Nick: *letting Teshteal lead them to the place. They quickly come upon the trapper hut*

Teshteal: *stops short mostly because of the dog* There. I can smell Rosie in there.

Gardio: *still finds it so weird he can do that* Good job.

Nick: *takes the lead and jogs over to the trapper house, he frowns hearing Jas’s screams of terror. Panicked tone as he approaches and he can make out her cries more distinctly from the thunder* Rosalinda?!

Gardio and Teshteal: *following not far behind but giving Nick some distance so they don’t look like a group of mafia thugs and their underdressed boss… not that that helps much*

Donovan: (Scoops Jas in his arms so he can take her back to the lighthouse, adjusting her so she’s not uncomfortable and won’t be jostled)

Jasmine: (More than anything she wants to be with her Dad, but she can’t articulate her mind enough to ask Donny to take her to him. Hell, she’s still trying to get away from him but can’t really struggle much)

Donovan: (Presses his forehead against hers, gently lulling her by shushing her and rocking her) “Don’t worry, I’ve got you Rosie-Posie” (Starts going down the stairs, finding that Joyce is standing guard there)

Joyce: (Eyes widen when she sees the muddy and bloodied girl with several compression bandages on her body) “Oh my god! Is she alright!?!” (Sees that Donovan is also full of blood and muck) “Are you alright?!?”

Donovan: (Ignoring her last question) “For now she’s still kicking at it, we have to act fast if we want to keep it that way. She’s a tough cookie but she ain’t holding out forever.” (Walks outside and nods at Ma and the fishermen, ready to head back)

Pirate: (Starts barking like crazy when she sees Nick, Gardio, and Teshteal coming their way, baring her teeth while she snarls)

Donovan: (Eyes widen as he aims his pistol from under Jas’s legs straight at the Synth Detective) (Growling protectively) “STOP RIGHT THERE!!!”

Ma: (Cocks back her shotgun, pointing it at the strange and dangerous looking trio as well while she hovers by Donovan and Jas like a Mama Bear protecting her cubs)

Joyce: (Has her hunting rifle out, ready to defend the little girl who her friends seem to care so much about)

Fishermen: (Loyally follows their example, aiming their weapons and spreading out to surround the group)

Jasmine: (Wailing loudly and desperately. Has zero clue what is going on, she only knows that everyone is tense about something and she’s hurting all over)

Nick: *stops dead, raising his hands in the air*

Gardio and Teshteal: *follows his lead*

Dogmeat: *comes bounding forward, tail wagging like crazy as he jumps up on Nick, panting, just happy to see his beloved owner*

Nick: Dogmeat- pal- not now. *lifts his knee to get him to settle down*

Dogmeat: *does so*

Nick: *to Donny and the others* We don’t want any trouble. I’m just here for Rosalinda’s sake. I just got out of the shop and when I heard what happened from Teshteal, here, I came running as fast as I could. And from the looks of her she’s very badly hurt so you have a lot of time to waste, Donovan- that is you, right?

Donovan: (Grasps his gun tighter and holds Jas closer, staring down the synth across from him warily) “How the hell do you know my name and Rosie’s?!? Who are you people?!?” (Looks behind Nick at the jumbo glowing one and the fun-sized devil man. What a day this has turned out to be)

Jasmine: (Hears Nicks voice and she whimpers like a baby crying out for her parent, taking her hands off her face to claw at her blood soaked shirt)

Ma: (Looks at Jasmine when she does this, then at Nick, putting it together. She doesn’t let down her shotgun just yet though, this whole situation still seems off to her and she wants to hear it from Nick to confirm who he is)

Pirate: (Gets in between Donovan and Nick while snarling ferociously, figuring she has to protect her dear owner who rescued her and the little girl he’s holding from the mysterious metal man)

Joyce: (Recognizes Teshteal as the guy who wiped out the super mutants while she keeps her guard up)

Fishermen: (Just following Ma’s and Donny’s lead, they ain’t firing or moving until they say so)

Nick: *glances at the two men behind him* These two are Gardio and Teshteal, friends of mine who came along to help fend off the more dangerous inhabitants of the island. *nods at the supermutant corpses scattered in piles of their own bretheren* I see you’ve met Teshteal already.

Nick: As for me, the name’s Nick Valentine and I’m Rosie’s adopted father and the detective who’s putting all the clues about her past together. Now we can stand here and glare at each other until one of us shoots first or we can get her to safety- preferrably before she passes out completely from bloodloss. What’ll it be, Donny?

Jasmine: (Can hear that Dad is nearby, yet he’s not coming for her while she is sobbing desperately and shaking all over from pain, fear, and the cold) “Dad! Daddy, help please!” (Reaching out blindly for him, still not understanding what’s happening. She just wants to be with Dad)

Donovan: (Takes two steps back, soothing the girl by rocking her slightly while he stares down the opposing group. For all he knows, these people could be making their poor Rosie’s situation worse, or even be the cause of it. He has no idea all that Nick went through to keep his daughter safe and as well cared for as possible)

Jasmine: (Crying out even more desperately, adrenaline pumping back through her weak body while she thrashes) “Daddy! Daddy! I want my Daddy…!”

Ma: (Finally has had enough and lowers her shotgun, turning to face her son) “Donny…” (Motions her head towards Nick)

Donovan: (Shakes his head) “We don’t know them or what they might’ve done!” (Remembers seeing Jasmine change so quickly and unexpectedly, going from sobbing and clinging to him to suddenly being coldly stoic and flinging him through the air. And then there’s the chems, Rosie wouldn’t take those! Nevertheless that savagely and hungrily! They aren’t being told something here…)

Ma: (Huffs impatiently, gesturing for everyone to lower their weapons while she brings up her mother voice and points at Jasmine) “Well obviously Rosa-Marie does! For crying out loud, look at the poor child!” (Face breaks into a somber one as she puts her hand over her heart at the sight of the little girl crying for her father to comfort her)

Fishermen: (Obediently lower their guns at Ma’s command, still alert and cautious of the trio and their dog)

Donovan: (Hesitantly takes a few steps closer to Nick so they are three feet apart, not handing Jas over just yet as he closely examines the detective while the girl cries in his arms and reaches out for him)

Pirate: (Sad whine while she stays right on her masters side, trying to lick his hands)

Nick: *slowly lowers his arms and sheathes his gun*

Gardio and Teshteal: *does the same, only Teshteal doesn’t have a weapon*

Nick: *dissapointed frown as he gets a better look* From the look of it she got into some chems. Again.

Teshteal: *face darkens when he hears about the chems. Whispers bitterly* Why…?

Nick: *sighs defeatedly- at this point it can’t be helped. Softly and sadly at his daughter* I’ll be there soon, Rosie… I’ll be there soon.

Donovan: (When Nick says that she got into chems like she’s done it before) “What- Again?!?”

Jasmine: (Wails and tries to grab her Dad who’s frustratingly just out of her reach)

Ma: (Claps her hands together angrily when she sees the desperation of the girl and her adopted son’s hesitation, startling everyone) “Donovan!”

Donovan: (Hurriedly takes two more steps closer to Nick and holds out his daughter to him) “She also got shot at least two times by trappers with the bullet still inside and got gored by a meat hook.” (Narrow his eye into the dense Fog) “Being soaking wet, freezing, and full of sludge ain’t helping, we have to get her back to the house, pronto.”

Teshteal: *whines like a frightened dog and clings to the back of Gardio when Ma claps*

Gardio: *winces*

Nick: *doesn’t flinch, too focused on Jas. He takes his daughter in his arms and holds her protectively to his chest. He takes one sad and apologetic look at her before looking up to Donny* Lead the way. *Looks to Teshteal* Get ready to break out your salve again. *makes a note to have him teach them how to make it*

Teshteal: *nods*

Jasmine: (Immediately quiets down and stops struggling when she is finally wrapped up in the safety of her Dads arms, still dripping tears from her eyes. She’s freezing cold to the touch, like a red icicle with the water, mud, and blood she’s coated in)

Ma: (Apologetically to Teshteal and Gardio when she sees their reactions) “Sorry, I had to get his stupefied self attention.” (To Donovan) “Run ahead so you can wash yourself up and prep the med room for me.”

Donovan: (Turns to look at her in protest, glancing at his broken and crying childhood friend) “No- but…!”

Ma: (Holds up a finger to cut him off) “Go now! We can’t waste anymore time dawdling and your no help if you are covered in mud.” (Snaps her fingers in the direction of the lighthouse) “No more arguing with me, GO!”

Donovan: (Points to Jas as he starts backing away, looking at both Nick and Ma) “Keep her safe! Pirate!”

Pirate: (Perks up, tail wagging with alertness)

Donovan: (Pats his side for her to follow) “Come along, girl!” (Takes off into the woods as fast as he can run with his dog close behind)

Ma: (Makes a gesture with her hands to round up her crew and Nicks) “Follow me, quickly now!” (Rushes off after Donovan, not moving too fast because they need to be careful about jostling Jasmine)

Joyce: (Running right besides Ma, giving the injured girl a sad glance)

Fishermen: (Spread out to guard the group from the sides, keeping a close eye on the newcomers as they are still wary of them)

Nick: *running steadily with the group* Hang in there, doll… hang in there.

Gardio: *still wondering where his own daughter is*

Teshteal: *stops briefly, picking up the slight scent of cobalt blue paint as they pass near the orphanage*

Gardio: Teshteal!

Teshteal: Coming, boss! *keeps running*

Jasmine: (Half conscious as she reaches up to wrap her arms around her Dad, clinging onto him despite being very weak and not having much of a grip)

Ma: (Leads the newly combined group through the woods, having to make several turns whenever she heard the gurgling of gulpers or howling of wolves in the distance)

Joyce: (Swears as she almost trips and falls, catching herself on one of the fisherman’s arm)

Ma: (Finally get to the clearing where her home resides, rushing everyone up to the front door to which she kicks open. She throws off her coat and hood, completely dry underneath as she swings open the other set of double doors that lead into the little med room she constructed out of the second entrance to her house)

Donovan: (Comes over with a large stack of towels to hand out, now freshly washed and changed into a simple T-shirt and slacks. He also brought some changes of clothes for everyone too, somehow finding shirts and slacks that fit each one of the three)

Ma: (Points to the infirmary cot that has been fitted with a sheet by Donny) “Set her down here, then you can dry off and change into something clean.” (Points to a nearby bathroom then starts prepping the supplies they will need, first by filling a bucket with water and grabbing some rags, setting them down on the table besides the cot)

Gardio: Thank you. *takes off his coat and hangs it near the fire to dry along with his hat*

Nick: *setting Jas down on the cot* It’s going to be okay, doll. They’re going to help you. Promise. *squeezes her hand once then quickly leaves*

Teshteal: Miss. *runs over and hands Ma his salve* This is a salve I’ve made- it’s been used before on her and seems to work well for preventing infection. Please feel free to use as much as you need.

Nick: *already took the opportunity to wash himself off and change in the bathroom*

Gardio: *washes what he can. And puts on his fresh clothes*

Teshteal: *doesn’t want to change. Suspicious of new clothes*

Jasmine: (Starts crying out for her Dad when he leaves, squirming on the cot to the point she almost falls off) “Daddy!!”

Donovan: (Rushes to be by her side, holding her in place with one arm by gently draping it around her waist) “Rosalinda, shhh…” (Strokes the teens muddy and damp hair to calm her down)

Jasmine: (Grabs onto Donny’s arm for comfort, quietly crying for her Dad to come back)

Ma: (Takes the salve from Teshteal, smiling down at him) “Thank you darling. Feel free to warm up by the fire if you wish.” (Sets it down on the table and continues to gather the needed supplies that includes tweezers for the bullets, wondering if the girl will need a blood transfusion. She has a fridge that’s filled with blood packs, both normal, glowing, and irradiated)

Fishermen: (Have settled in the separated dining room just in case. They are very protective of this household, Ma has saved them more than once by opening her home to them)

Joyce: (Had added wood to the fireplace then went to go check on the flock in the makeshift pen and the peeping chicks in the baby pool)

Pirate: (Chewing on one of her toys by the fireplace, staying out of the way)

Dogmeat: *lays on the fluffy bed with a sad whine*

Teshteal: *sits near the fire, staring intently at its flames*

Gardio: *slumps down onto the ground with a heavy sigh. He rubs his face* What happened to my daughter… she was supposed to be here.

Nick: Who knows. *walks into the med room* I can help with the bullet extraction. I may not look it but I have steady hands and a field medic protocol built in.

Lucille: *tossing and turning in the nucleus, trying to sleep more*

Ma: (Nods her head at Nick as she snaps on some gloves, offering some to everyone just in case) “Alright Donny, what are we working with here?” (Brings down an overhead light to shine on the girl so they can assess her better. She frowns deeper when she notices that her lips have no color to them)

Jasmine: (Reaches out when she hears her Dad return, clawing midair like how a kitten does while opening her eyes. She can’t see shit right now, everything and everyone looks blobs with a bunch of holes in them like Swiss cheese)

Donovan: (Keeps holding her in place so she doesn’t accidentally fall off while he puts on some gloves) “Two bullet wounds, one on her shoulder and one on her leg just below the knee. Both have the bullet still lodged inside so there’s no exit wound.” (Gestures to the teens side) “I think the most dire injury is the one a trapper gave her with a meat hook, I don’t think he punctured anything thankfully, but there was a lot of blood….”

Jasmine: (Whimpers from the pain, still reaching for Nick in her haze)

Donovan: (Rubs his hands together, looking down at her sadly) “And…. She has several self inflicted cuts on her sides and arms, along with some bruising from the hits she took.” (Closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, wondering how did it get so bad that the once little bundle of joy of a girl had sunk this deep)

Ma: (Puts a hand to her heart when she hears that their sweet Rosie had purposely cut herself, turning to look at her father to see what he wants to do) “We have painkillers we can give her, Calmex too…” (Knows that the teen will need stitches after her wounds are cleaned, she also has a cauterizer on hand that she got while trading with some caravans)

Donovan: (Sighs as he gestures to her dilated pupils) “She’s also under the influence right now, she took at least three jets and some other stuff that I couldn’t identify in the moment.” (Remembering all the PSA’s about drugs that they sat through with Jas nodding along wholeheartedly, she being the one to ward off any sickos who tried to get kids hooked on chems by offering them for free at first so they could eventually profit off the innocent souls who would easily succumb to the trick)

Nick: *grimly shakes his head at the calmex and pain killers* Even when she’s sober it rarely works as a means to treat her wounds. You can try but it might make her more agitated than she already is. *mutters as he peels back the bandage covering the meat hook* This wouldn’t be so much of a problem if those bastards didn’t get her hooked on chems. *more aloud* Treat this first. Cauterization would be cleaner and quicker than stitches but probably more painful. *has a flashback to when Lucille lost her arm and shivers*

Gardio: *really worried about Lucille. He knows she’s an adult but she’s still his daughter… he only recently got her back after years of thinking she was dead. What if something bad happened to her?*

Teshteal: *senses his worry and trots over to him* Hey, it’s alright. We’ll find her as soon as this whole mess is over-!

Gardio: Teshteal, I can’t do anything in this situation but wait.

Teshteal: Maybe while they’re working on Rosie we can go and find her together. It’ll be like old times. You and me. Just a detective and his lackey working a case! *smiles cheerily*

Gardio: Only this isn’t Boston. This is the national park of Acadia. She could be anywhere on this accursed Island and we wouldn’t know where to look.

Teshteal: *taps his nose* I have a theory. I caught a whiff of colbalt blue paint- the kind used on a specific limited edition power armor only Lucille uses in the fog on our way here. If we follow that, we might find Lucille. And if not… *shrugs* I follow the scent of earth, leather, motor oil, and nuka cola.

Gardio: I’m deeply uncomfortable you know what my daughter smells like.

Teshteal: Don’t take it personally. I pick up a scent profile every time I walk by a person on the street.

Jasmine: (Tries to grab onto her Dad when he starts peeling away her bandages, mewling desperately)

Donovan: (Gently knocks her hands away and helps Nick sit her up so he can get the tightly wrapped bandages off her midsection) “Sorry Ro-Ro, he can’t give you comfort cuddles right now.” (Strokes her hair again as he leans her up against him so she doesn’t fall. He has so many questions about what Nick had just said concerning these “bastards” and Jazzy’s addiction, but now ain’t the time. He just wants to see Jasmine get patched and washed up, then put into a nice and warm bed to rest in)

Jasmine: (Cries in protest when she can’t hold Nick and is sat upright instead, grabbing onto Donny and shivering close to him)

Ma: (Has several rags doused in water and others in disinfectant, ready to clean her side wound and the area around it as the girl is caked with mud and grime from her fight and fall into the stream. Not to mention her clothes are still soaked with ice cold water, maybe she should get out a sheet so they can remove them and cover her up so she doesn’t freeze)

Nick: *peels the new bandages and old ones away carefully and frowns at sight* Water? *extends a hand for a rag so he can start to clean the wound once she’s laid down*

Gardio: Alright. Let’s go find Lucille. Not much use if we sit here.

Teshteal: *nods*

Gardio: *stands and starts heading for the door*

Teshteal: *follows close behind with the energy of a dog that’s just figured out they’re going for a walk*

Ma: (Hands him a rag, holding a small basin full of them so she can give him more if needed. Her eyes land on the wounds, freshly done cuts, and the healing scars littered all over the teens midsection) “Oh dear….”

Donovan: (Carefully lays Jas back down, placing a pillow under her head for comfort. He takes both of her hands and holds them tightly, knowing this is going to sting her)

Jasmine: (Whines again when she’s moved, squeezing Donny’s hands while she trembles from the cold and the pain)

Donovan: (Softy) “Shhh, Rosie-Posie. It’ll be aright.” (Squeezes her hands back reassuringly) “You’re such a Braveheart, you know that, right?” (Keeps his eyes on her face, he can’t stomach seeing anymore blood or wounds on his little sister)

Ma: (Notices the girls shivering increases and gently touches her arm, feeling how cold she is) “If I grab a sheet to cover her do you think we could get these sopping wet clothes off her? Poor baby is freezing into a popsicle.” (Reaches behind her for an instant hot pack, popping and squeezing it until it heats up then hands it to Donny)

Donovan: (Takes it then clasps both of Jazzy’s hands over the warming pack, enclosing his hands over hers)

Jasmine: (Ends up bringing it to her face to try and help herself warm up)

Nick: *to Ma as he cleans the wounds, taking a new rag as soon as the current one gets too full of blood and gunk to be useful* I think that would be wise.

Gardio: *leaves with Teshteal leading him on, following the trail of the scent of cobalt blue paint*

Jasmine: (Whimpers when Nick cleans her wounds, trying not to squirm around as she clutches the heating pack to her chest like it’s a teddy bear)

Donovan (Holds her down so she doesn’t fall off or get in Nicks way)

Ma: (Momentarily walks off to grab a sheet and some towels from the cabinets, returning quickly) “Donny honey, switch places with me please.”

Donovan: (Takes Ma’s place in aiding Nick with the rags, dumping the dirty ones in a bin to be washed later)

Ma: (Gently moves Jasmines arms from her chest so she can start shuffling her shirts off. One of them is lined with a light weave so she figures Jas will want to try and salvage it instead of cutting it off)

Jasmine: (Cries in alarm when Ma sits her up again so she can get them over her head, swatting her arms out of reflex)

Ma: (While she works the girls sleeves off her wiggly arms, having to be cautious of her shoulder wound) “Shhh, little Rosalinda.” (Stops so she can cradle Jazzy and pet her hair to help her calm down. She gives a sad smile down at the teen when she recalls baby Jas coming into her cafe and bolting across the small building to give everyone who worked there a quick hug before she picked up her free cookies then bolted back outside so she could get home before they cooled)

Jasmine: (Not fighting much, she just seems scared and keeps reaching for her Dad whom she knows is nearby)

Nick: *very focused on cleaning the meat hook wound. Once it’s sufficiently cleaned, he moves onto one of the bullet wounds, not yet extracting the bullet for fear of her losing more blood*

Teshteal: *comes accross her powerarmor* Lucille?

Gardio: Lucille, are you in there? *looking into the eyes. He knocks on the helmet* Hm…

Teshteal: *finds her sentry bot helmet on the ground. For some reason this sends a chill up his spine- Lucille hardly ever takes it off. At least, not since he’s met her. Softly* Dio…? *turns to him* She wouldn’t take this off in the middle of the woods… would she?

Gardio: *takes the helmet* No. I don’t think she would. *looks around* And there’s no sign of struggle. What was going through her head when she did this?

Teshteal: *shrugs* We won’t know until we find her, I guess.

Gardio: *hands Teshteal her sentry helmet and climbs into the power armor* Lead the way.

Teshteal: Yes sir. *starts running to the spring*

Ma: (Keeps gently hushing the girl until she stops crying out in alarm, then finishes slipping her shirts over her head and tosses them with the dirty rags to wash later. She takes a towel and starts patting her down, trying to get off as much icy water off her hair and body. Worry fills her face again when she sees the marks over Jazzy’s heart and upper chest and the bandage over her shoulder wound)

Jasmine: (Kicks her feet a little like a toddler, then reaches out to grab onto Ma by putting her arms around her neck and snuggling on her shoulder. She’s so woozy and desperately wants her Dad to hold onto her, but shes got a memory of Ma picking her up as a child and swinging her around, shoving a surprise cookie in her mouth while her baby self giggles)

Ma: (Softly smiles down at her again, gently rocking her while she scrunches her mangled hair with the towel. She missed this kid barging in and giving the sweetest hugs and smiles to her and her workers)

Donovan: “I couldn’t get her shirt off enough or roll up her pants so I don’t know how bad the bullet wounds are.” (Brings out bandages and more rags, refreshing the bin) “Will she need stitches for the meat hook wound…?” (Not looking at the wound as he doesn’t want to invade Jas’s privacy now that her shirt is off. He instead nervously glances at the cauterizer and the needle on the table)

Nick: *not giving the same consideration to that- modesty becomes second place in a dire situation such as this* Depending on the depth of the bullet, she might need a few, yeah. *very carefully moves to cleaning the other bullet wound*

Teshteal: Here’s the spring. Still no Lucille.

Gardio: *trudging through the water to make sure she isn’t dead and weighed down with rocks* No. Nothing here.

Teshteal: *sniffs the air then the ground then stands and points in the direction of the Nucleus* She’s that way. Sure of it.

Gardio: Who needs a bloodhound when you have a Teshteal…

Teshteal: Ha! All fun and games until you’re surrounded by rotting meat of all sorts!

Gardio: That sounds like hell…

Teshteal: It IS! Fresh blood smells much nicer.

Gardio: Okay, please never say that again.

Teshteal: Why?

Gardio: Because you sound deranged.

Ma: (Helps him remove the bandage on her shoulder before she moves on to getting Jas’s soaked cargo pants off) “Rosie, sorry sweetie but I have to remove these.” (Covers her torso with the sheet except for her shoulders then starts shuffling her pants off, frowning at all the blood and grime that comes off)

Jasmine: (Full on screams bloody murder when she does this but stays mostly still with a few kicks while tears well up in her eyes and she sobs for her Dad)

Donovan: (Jumps back in alarm at her sudden burst of energy, but quickly recovers and rushes to her side) “Hey now, It’s alright Ro-Ro, we aren’t going to hurt you.” (Gently dabs away her tears with his handkerchief while petting her hairline, looking up at Nick sadly)

Ma: (Quickly stops again to hold the girls hand and quietly assure her that it’s alright, a pang going through her heart at the realization why she’s screaming so much)

Pirate: (Whines and heads to the closed med room doors, sniffing through the cracks to try and figure out what’s going on)

Nick: *apologetic nod as if to confirm what they’re both thinking. Pained look just thinking about what he saw in those memories* I wish it wasn’t so… *to Jas* I’m still here, Rosie. You’re safe. *keeps gently cleaning her up*

Gardio: *gets to the Nucleus*

Child of Atom guard: Who goes there!? *pointing a gamma gun at them*

Teshteal: *recognizes the place* Psst. Get out of the armor.

Gardio: Why?

Teshteal: Just do it. It’ll get us in.

Gardio: *climbs out*

Guard: *notices what Gardio is* A messenger of Atom’s will! *lowers the gun* I’m so sorry, anointed one. I hope I’ve not offended you.

Gardio: I’m… sorry? Wait- is this one of those Atom cults I’ve heard about over the past two centuries? *always considered them to be pretty deranged*

Teshteal: *jabs his partner’s side with his elbow* Just go with it.

Gardio: *frowns* I’m looking for my daughter-

Child of Atom guard: We are all children of Atom in his light-

Gardio: Lovely of you but I’m only here to find one person.

Guard: And we will guide you to them to speak his will.

Teshteal: Yes, praise be to Atom.

Gardio: *raises an eyebrow*

Guard: Praise be to Atom! *lets them enter*

Gardio: *after climbing back into the powerarmor he walks in and gets blasted with irradiated water*

Teshteal: *nearly screeches hits head off, getting flashbacks of the water torture he endured in the vault. He scrambles past Gardio* HELP! AAH! I’M SORRY! *sits in a fetal position at the end of the hall* I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything! *keeps repeating that*

Gardio: *freezes at the reaction* Teshteal? *walks over and crouches* Do you know where we are?

Teshteal: *looks up at him then around at the area* A hallway?

Gardio: Sort of. What did we just do- before we got blasted with irradiated water?

Teshteal: We… got into the Children of Atom headquarters. *nods* Yeah. Because you’re a Glowing One and they consider you a prophet of some sort.

Gardio: That’s good. What are we here for?

Teshteal: To find Lucille. *stands and smiles gratefully at him* Thank you, Dio. I was about to get lost there.

Gardio: No problem. *walks on ahead*

Jasmine: (Suddenly grabs her Dad arm and clings to him tightly, halting his cleaning process on her shoulder while hurting herself with the harsh motion)

Donovan: (Sadly) “Rosie….” (Tries to pry her off but finds that she has Nick in a death grip and she screeches whenever he touches her with the intent to pull her off)

Ma: (Gets the teens cargo pants off and tosses that in the dirty bin too, going straight to patting her dry while she’s partly distracted with holding onto her father)

Jasmine: (Wails and grips Nicks arm with surprisingly more strength when she feels this, kicking her legs which makes the sheet covering her fall off)

Ma: (Halts drying Jas off and pins down her ankles so she doesn’t accidentally kick her in the face) “I’m almost done sweetie…” (Resumes while pining Jazzy down with one arm while the other dries her off. She’s had to switch out towels as the last one was completely soaked through) “Well, at least she still has some fighting spirt left…”

Donovan: (While rubbing the girls shoulder, trying to coax her into letting go) “You’re gonna tire yourself out even more if you keep screaming and kicking…”

Nick: *takes his other arm and resumes cleaning, not even minding her death grip*

Gardio: *walks out*

A follower: Wh- who are you? *looks at Teshteal* Was that you who screamed? What is the meaning of this? *notes the armor* Is that… Sister Lucille’s armor?

Teshteal: It is but you’ll never guess who’s wearing it.

Gardio: *sighs at his cue to leave. He gets out and stands before the curious follower*

Follower: Oh! *falls to their knees* An anointed one! *clasps their hands in front of them* What brings you here? What teachings do you bring from Atom’s Devine light? Why have you chosen Sister Lucille’s armor as a vessel to walk in? Is this a sign?

Gardio: Please. Stand up. I’m simply returning what was lost. Lucille-

Follower: Return what was lost- what profound wisdom!

Gardio: No- I mean I’m returning Lucille’s armor to her. It was left in the middle of the woods. Where is she, anyway? I need to see her.

Follower: To convene with you would be such an honor for a mere follower. I’m lucky to be in your presence! I’ll take you to her now! *leads them up the walk way and runs into Ware*

Ware: Is that…? An anointed one? By Atom’s light, I never thought I’d see one in person that wasn’t so… overtly blessed.

Gardio: Yes, well I’m here to see Lucille.

Ware: This must be divine providence- she hasn’t been well. I found her at Atom’s Spring, ready to end her life and knew she had to be saved. *smiles* With you here, Atom must have plans for her- *finally notices Gardio’s expression* What’s wrong?

Gardio: *devastated look at the fact that his daughter nearly committed suicide*

Teshteal: *covering his mouth in horror*

Gardio: I… That’s my daughter. Let me through- *pushes past Ware* Lucille-!

Lucille: *sitting in the hut on the mattress, staring at her hands. Looks utterly defeated*

Gardio: *lips tremble* Lucille…?

Lucille: *sounds distant as she looks up* Dad…? Why did you come here…?

Gardio: I was worried- so extremely worried for you. *sits next to her* Lucille… why? Why did you do it? What happened…?

Lucille: *goes quiet*

Jasmine: (Snuggles up to her Dad with all her strength going to holding onto him as she quiets and settles down, not wanting to let go. She only yelps whenever it stings, closing her eyes tightly)

Ma: (Tosses aside the towel, finally finishing off drying the girl although she’s still stained with streaks of blood and grime. She frowns again when she sees the self made cuts on the girls thighs, but doesn’t say anything while she rebandages her leg wound until Nick can get to it) “Do you want me to properly wash her off when we’re done here? We have a shower and a tub, her hair definitely needs a good scrub down and detangling.”

Donovan: (Reaches back to grab another sheet, tossing it over Jas while still keeping his eyes adverted. He tucks it in wherever she isn’t being worked on in hopes it’ll help warm her up)

Lucille: *looks away, staying quiet*

Gardio: Honey, talk to me…

Lucille: *softly, quietly* It doesn’t matter…

Gardio: It does… *puts his arm around her and pulls her close* It very much does. Tell me what’s going on.

Lucille: It’ll just make things worse…

Gardio: No, I think it might help… *pleading almost* Please, Lucille…

Lucille: …I blew up. I absolutely lost it. It seems that everytime I speak lately… *tearing up* It causes more harm than good, no matter how well intended it is. So I shut up for a while.

Gardio: *senses that isn’t all* And it ate at you…

Lucille: *nods, sniffing* I’ve been trying to help Jasmine ever since that day. Trying to rebuild trust but… *sighs* It’s been hard. She won’t talk to anyone but Nick and Teshteal- *pauses* And now I guess Donovan. *closes her eyes* It feels like Nick’s completely shut me out, even if he hasn’t.

Gardio: I see… *frowns at that admission, holding her close. He hesitates, wants to ask why she nearly killed herself but doesn’t know how*

Jasmine: (Whines from the pain, nuzzling into her Dads arm for comfort. She’s feeling faint again, her eyes are drooping shut and it’s getting harder to stay awake)

Donovan: (Cringes a little whenever she cries out, because if Rosie is crying from the pain then it has to be really bad and intolerable)

Ma: (Took another rag and is cleaning the cuts on the bottoms of Jasmines feet that she got while running barefoot)

Donovan: (Pops Jas’s Pipboy off her arm and sets it on the table so she’s more comfortable. He blinks at it, suddenly remembering something that probably would’ve been useful earlier) “Oh my god, I’m an idiot…”

Ma: (Looks up at her adopted son) “Hm? What do you mean?”

Donovan: (Holds up a hand, turning out of the room) “I’ll be right back! Don’t go anywhere!” (Throws his gloves into the trashcan and rushes out the double doors)

Pirate: (Barks from the hallway, following her owner up the stairs while she sniffs his hands)

Nick: *looks to Ma in confusion then gets back to work on Jas* To answer your question, yes. Unfortunately, you’re probably gonna need me there for comfort.

Gardio: *trembles a little just thinking about it. Carefully and softly* … Why did you try to do what you did at the spring…?

Lucille: *eyes widen when what he asks hits her. Tears start to fall from her face as she turns to bury it in his chest* I’m sorry-! *feels selfish* I felt so tired and I just- I broke-! I know it sounds selfish! It was selfish to try and take my own life- *sobs* So many people depend on me-! And I’ve killed so many others- And everytime I help more just get hurt-! *clinging to his shirt* I’m sorry-! I’m so sorry, Dad!

Gardio: Ssh… *pulls her into one big hug and rubs her back*

Teshteal: *feels terrible for her seeing this usually quiet (and kind of terrifying) woman break down so heavily in her dad’s arms. Quietly to himself, remembering all the times he fxcked up as a cop, as Linus, and then the lives he took in the vault* I know how you feel…

Ma: (Nods in understanding, quickly going through her head on what soft pajamas will fit Jas from her stash as she takes some of Teshteals salve to put on the cuts on her feet)

Jasmine: (Kicks her legs wildly again when it starts to sting her, whining in protest)

Donovan: (Returns after a few minutes holding a holotape in his hand) “I’m back.”

Ma: (Recognizes the holotape and smiles) “Ah, good thinking Donny.” (Holding Jas’s ankles down again so she doesn’t get knocked out)

Donovan: (Takes Jasmine’s Pipboy and pops the tape in, waiting for it to start. Soon the soft notes of a lullaby for babies starts playing on a loop)

Jasmine: (Settles down the moment she hears the familiar music play deep in her haze, not relaxing her death grip on Nick but she stops kicking and relaxes so she’s not so tense)

Donovan: (Smiles when he sees that it still calms her) “She had the exact same one that her mother would use to keep us all asleep as babies, but we continued to use it as background noise during the day and night even after we got older.”

Ma: (Wants to point out that Donny still plays it for himself at night but she just chuckles to herself and continues to work on caring for the girl)

Donovan: (Puts on some new gloves and gently strokes Jazzy’s tear stained cheeks)

Nick: Alright. Are we ready to start working on the more dire wounds? *glancing at the meat hook wound already*

Gardio: *holds her until she stops crying her eyes out*

Lucille: *pathetically* I’m so tired, Daddy…

Gardio: *pets her hair* I know, little star, I know… You took on a lot for one person-

Lucille: *breath hitches in a panic* There’s still so much I have to do-

Gardio: Sshh… *kisses her forehead and keeps slowly petting her head* And it can be handled in due time… when’s the last time you’ve had time to really sit back and relax…?

Lucille: I can’t- the settlements need me-

Gardio: They are capable of building themselves up and defending their own. It sounds like you’ve overworked yourself to the point of mentally breaking and what happened with Jasmine was the tipping point. *sighs sadly* You need to rest…

Lucille: I’ve been trying-

Gardio: No- not here, I mean in a real bed.

Ma: (Quietly nods, looking at both the cauterizer and the needle and set of different sutures laid out on the table) “Which shall we use? And would you like to do it or should I?”

Donovan: (Kinda wishes Jas was a ghoul right now because then they would just have to wrap her up and give her an irradiated blood pack then wait for the radiation to heal her. But she’s not, and no matter how much of a tough face she puts on she’s still a human with a breaking limit that this kid keeps pushing)

Jasmine: (Still has her Dad in a death grip, slowly slipping in and out of sleep due to the blood loss and overall mental and physical exhaustion. Of course, she’s still determined to stay awake enough to be aware of what’s going on)

Nick: *assessing the wound* Cauterize. Allow me, I’ve done something… *glances at his right arm* Similar to this before.

Lucille: You mean back to the lighthouse, don’t you…? I don’t think they’ll take me after my outburst.

Gardio: They’re good people… just very concerned. Please try, sweetie.

Teshteal: May I recommend going as yourself instead of the power armor?

Gardio: *wonders if this is us the same troublemaker he worked with over 200 years ago* That’s a good point. They might take to you better, then.

Lucille: *softly* Okay…

Ma: “Alright then…” (Removes the sheet that’s still partly covering the girl so it doesn’t get in the way as she gets everything ready on the table. She wishes she could give Jas something for the inevitable pain that’s to come…)

Donovan: (Softly) “Rosie-Posie, you have to let go now…” (Gently tugs on her arm to try and get the teen to let go of Nick so she can lay flat on her back instead of the awkward twisted position she’s in)

Jasmine: (Only holds her Dad tighter, curling in her legs while she cries and fusses like a toddler) “No! No! No! No!”

Donovan: (Heavy sigh as he glances up at Nick)

Nick: *sighs* Rosalinda, I need my arm so I can treat your wounds. *tugs and pulls it away. Quietly to the others as he preps the cauterizer* Hold her down as best you can. This is going to get rough. *waits until they’re holding her down*

Lucille: Can I have my helmet back?

Teshteal: Sure! *tosses her her helmet*

Lucille: Thanks. *puts it back on*

Gardio: *gets up to leave and finds a bunch of the children of Atom gathered in the walkways to see him* Please, I’m just a man. I’m no messenger or prophet. I just came to find my daughter, Lucille. Please let me leave.

Ware: *nods, still being a man of reason* All, the anointed one and Sister Lucille have to make a pilgrimage elsewhere and must do it alone. Please let them through!

The followers: *disperse enough to let them out*

Gardio: *gets back in the power armor and leaves the way they came*

Teshteal: *hides behind Gardio in case the water starts*

Jasmine: (Immediately starts sobbing for her Dad when he pulls his arm away from her grasp) “Daddy! No! Don’t go!”

Donovan: (Gently presses Jasmine shoulders back down on the table while stroking her hair, still making it a point not to look down and keep his eyes mostly on her face. After knowing what he knows, he figures the less men that look at her partly unclothed body will give Jas a better sense of security and safety)

Ma: (Gives Jazzy a piece of leather to bite down so she doesn’t accidentally bite on her tongue or lip then arranges her so she’s flat on her back, holding down her legs)

Donovan: (Brings the Pipboy closer and cranks up the volume so the lullaby can be heard better over the girls sobs. He plants a reassuring kiss on her hairline before wiping some tears away and pressing his forehead against hers) “Shh, Ro-Ro… Everything is going to be alright in the end…” (Takes her arms and holds her down, nodding at Nick while bracing himself for this next part)

Jasmine: (Mewling and whining in protest to being held down, trying to kick her feet while waterfalls stream down on her cheeks) “No! No! No!”

Nick: I’m sorry. *starts cauterizing the wound carefully*

Lucille: *remembers she only has Kellogg’s gun as she walks behind her Dad and Teshteal in the woods* Hey, dad. Can you pass me the Ripper and the plasma gun?

Gardio: Hm? Sure. *hands her both*

Lucille: *feels much more secure. She spends the next half an hour just admiring her ripper as she walks*

Teshteal: What’s with the Ripper fascination?

Lucille: Oh- nothing. It’s just one of most dependable weapons in a fight. I was admiring that fact since we’re out here.

Teshteal: Why’s it so dependable?

Lucille: It shocks people while cutting into their skin.

Teshteal: Gruesome-

Gardio: Teshteal you like the smell of fresh blood. I wouldn’t be talking.

Teshteal: I never said I liked it! I said it was better than rotting flesh!

Gardio: *rolls his eyes*

Lucille: He is right, though. Ever smelled stale and rotting blood? I have. It’s horrible.

Gardio: Why are we talking about this…?

Teshteal: Because we get covered in blood on a daily basis-?

Gardio: You barely had blood on you when you came back from killing a bunch of Supermutants.

Teshteal: I’m very clean with my kills. *confidently looks up with a smirk*

Jasmine: (Starts screaming bloody murder from the pain, begging her Dad to stop between gasps while she tries to squirm around)

Donovan: (Quietly hushing her, keeping her still to his best ability)

Ma: (Tearing up as the girl cries and begs, swallowing a lump in her throat. She has to lean forwards with her weight on Jas’s legs in order to keep her from kicking)

Fishermen: (Had been sent to the top of the lighthouse where they have been staying by Donny when he went for the holotape)

Joyce: (Looking to the med room with concern, holding a plump chicken under her arm)

Pirate: (Whines while she paws at the med room doors, again trying to sniff through the cracks)

Nick: *keeps his focus on the wound* I know doll. I’m sorry. I have to do this… it’ll be over, soon.

Dogmeat: *worried bark at the door*

Nick: *hears it* It’s alright, Dogmeat. She’s okay, boy.

Jasmine: (Keeps sobbing oceans and pleading for her Dad to stop, the pain being too much for her to think straight. She thrashes harder, trying to break free so she can get them to stop) “No! No! No! No!”

Donovan: (Looks to Ma sadly as he continues to softly comfort the girl with hushed words)

Ma: (Blinks on her tears, the teens heartbreaking cries eating at her)

@lucilleandherrobots

[bookwormscififan]

My Love is in Every Piece of Music I Write

A/N: A prompt from my friend @brokentimewatch: In a crowded party, they accidentally overhear a conversation that shatters their trust, forcing them to confront their doubts and fears.

He hated how loud it was. Too many separate conversations speaking over the pounding music, and the lights were giving him a headache.

Mad stumbled through the party, cup of spiked punch in his hand, searching for Mare so they could go home. Different party goers were pushing him, dancing on shaky feet as the alcohol in the punch kicked in, and Mad could barely stand up straight.

Why had he even agreed to go to this stupid party?

Rounding a corner, he found Mare standing with another man, someone Mad had been introduced to but couldn’t remember the name, cup in one hand while the other was propped against the wall, standing casually as he talked.

As Mad for closer, he could begin to hear the conversation between Mare and the man, and he stopped as he listened.

“Yeah, music is great and all when you have inspiration,” the man slurred, waving his cup around as he spoke. “You could write any song about that scientist you’ve got.”

“I could,” Mare agreed, shifting his balance to the other foot. “But he doesn’t really inspire much. He’s a comfort, and that’s about it.”

Mad had no idea how he’d gotten out of the party, he just knew he was outside depositing the contents of his stomach onto the grass of the front yard.

“Mad?” He started when Mare called his name, shaking his hand off his shoulder when Mare tried to touch him. “What’s wrong?”

“Get- go away,” Mad sputtered, choking back a sob. “Leave me alone.”

Mare frowned, concerned about what Mad was saying, and with a shrug he’d picked Mad up and taken them to his car, driving back home in silence.

Mad shook off any attempt by Mare to help him out of the car, falling out of the seat and stumbling his way into the house, climbing the stairs clumsily and closing the room door.

“Mad, honey? Are you alright?” Mare called through the door, slowly opening it when he got no reply.

Mad lay curled in the bed, picking at his fingertips as tears rolled down his cheeks.

“Is it true?” He asked in a soft voice, not looking at Mare as the musician sat down.

“Is what true, darling?” Mare asked, reaching a hand out to push Mad’s hair away from his face.

“Am I really just a comfort, not an inspiration?” Mad’s voice was shaky, cracking at the end of his question as he finally looked at Mare.

“The guy was drunk,” Mare started, watching Mad sit up, eyes dark with anger.

“Is it true?” He asked with a stronger voice, hands fisting on the bedsheets. “Do you actually love me?” The question was a whisper, voice and anger gone as his eyes reflected the deep fear in his mind.

Mare paused, eyes wide as he realised what Mad was asking. His heart ached at the thought of Mad being afraid that Mare didn’t love him, that he was just stringing him along. Taking a deep breath, Mare untangled one of Mad’s hands from the sheets, holding it tightly in both of his hands.

“Mad, I’ve loved you since I first met you. You’re so interested in science and facts, and you always stop to find every statistic so my music is the best it can be. You’ve comforted me at me worst, and—” he leaned forward to press a kiss to Mad’s temple, shifting to whisper in his ear. “You’re amazing in bed.”

Mad blushed, moving to drop his head onto Mare’s shoulder with a whimper.

“I don’t write songs about how much I love you,” Mare continued, releasing a hand to card his fingers through Mad’s hair. “It’s written in every note. My love for you is something for me to show you alone.”

Mad gasped as Mare turned his head to kiss his cheek, letting out a shaky breath as he thought back to everything Mare did.

He showed his love differently. It was in every meal Mare cooked for them, every soft touch when they’re out of the house, every intimate night, every gentle whisper when he worked too hard.

The details of their relationship weren’t public for the world to see, but it was subtly announced whenever Mare interacted with Mad. And he was right, it was in every note of every piece of music Mare wrote.

Mad untangled his other hand from the sheets, snaking it around to hold the back of Mare’s shirt, pulling him close as he cried into his shoulder.

“Please don’t leave,” he whispered, feeling Mare’s initial pause relax as his hands wrapped around Mad’s shoulders in a hug before pushing him slightly back to look into his eyes.

“I’m not going to leave,” Mare replied, voice heavy with emotion. “I’m staying right here, by your side, until you’re sick of me.”

[waywardxrhea]

Part Eighteen - The Breaking Point

[slow burn romance between Steve Rogers and SHIELD agent Emma Baker]

Warnings: 18+, contains humor, fluff, mental health, family trauma, romance, angst, language, violence, (potentially smut later on).

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Emma finally talks with Steve.

When the team gets back to New York after dropping off the Sokovian citizens, Emma makes her way off of the helicarrier quickly, wanting to get home right away and change out of her clothes that are stained with the blood of the injured. As she makes her way off of the craft, Maria catches her arm and says, "Good work today. Keep what I said in mind, okay?"

Emma nods and forces a smile on her face, replying, "Will do."

As much as she knows she needs to talk with Steve about the past few days' events, she's afraid of what might happen. Emma tries to think through what she wants to say to him as she makes her way home and into the shower to clean up.

After listening to some music and clearing her head, Emma decides that it would be best if she just faced the situation head-on. "You're a grown-up, Emma, and sometimes you have to do grown-up things like taxes and admitting to your dodgy past..." she mumbles to herself as she heads to Avengers Tower once again.

Emma makes her way into the training area once there where she sees Steve beating up on a punching bag. Her heart is racing and her limbs feel slightly numb as she approaches him. "I thought I'd find you here," she says quietly.

Steve looks up from the punching bag and wipes his brow, mumbling, "Yeah, it's been a day."

Emma nods, asking, "Ain't that the truth?" She sits on one of the boxes near him and asks tentatively, "Can we...can we talk?"

"As your captain or?" Steve asks while taking the wraps off his hands.

"No. I mean...maybe? I dunno. It's just..." Emma stammers. She begins to fiddle with the ring on her thumb and she looks at it as she fumbles through the rest of her words. "With what Ultron said about me, about my past... Ever since then I can't help but notice a bit of a rift between us. And I mean I get that there has been mission after mission, but we usually talk during and after those and I just can't escape the feeling that something's wrong.

"I know it probably came as a bit of a shock to hear that I used to do some...not so legal things, but you have to believe me, I had a reason and I have not once thought about going back to that life again. I put the past behind me when SHIELD took me in. At that time there was just a lot of-"

"Emma," Steve interrupts her, putting his hand up to stop her.

"There's so much more to the story than the surface, just trust me," Emma tries but he holds up his hand again.

"See, that's the thing, Emma. Trust. Trust is something we should have as teammates and as friends," Steve says, his voice raising a bit in frustration. "What makes me upset is that you've hidden this from me for all these years! I don't care that you broke the law, I have too, but how can I trust you if I don't know who you really are? If I know nothing about your past?"

Emma opens her mouth to say something back to explain herself, to explain how there's more than meets the eye to what happened, but her heart had just shattered into a million little pieces at Steve's words. So she can't find anything to say other than, "I'll just see myself out then..." as she tries to breathe around the lump in her throat.

As Steve watches Emma jump up off the box she was sitting on and head for the door, he fully realizes what he had said. "Shit..." he whispers to himself, closing his eyes. Before she reaches the door, Steve tries calling out for Emma, but the door closes right as he finally calls her name. He didn't mean to be so harsh on her, he was just so frustrated from the events of the week that everything just exploded. In his frustration, Steve turns to the punching bag he was hitting a few minutes prior and punches it off of its stand in one go.

Steve debates going after Emma and smoothing things over to repair their friendship and whatever could have come out of it but decides against it. He was still angry at the fact that she used to go behind the law and didn't tell him about it. Why didn't she tell him? He thought she trusted him...

Meanwhile, Emma makes her way out of the training room, her whole body feeling numb. As she goes, she tries to calm her breathing and stop the tears that were threatening to fall. After all, it sounded like she just lost the man she cared so much about. Emma tries to make her way out of the tower as quickly as she can, but when she emerges into the hallway, she runs right into Tony.

"Hey, Newsie, great work today. I hear that my tech really saved some lives out there," he says with a smile and a clap on Emma’s back.

She forces a sweet smile on her face and replies, "You know us, Saving Asses Mundanely."

"I knew the name would be great," he replies with a laugh. "I'm glad I ran into you by the way. I was actually about to finalize some blueprints for the new Avengers facility upstate. I'll need you there as much as possible reporting on all the training going on. You can also be there during the building process so we can document history being made. You are my right-hand woman for all things reporting, you know that.

"Anyways, take this chip home and plug it into that drone of yours. You'll be able to customize the layout of your room on the new campus. Did I mention that? It would be a huge waste of gas to get you up and down there all the time, so I'm making arrangements for you to live in the facility with the rest of the team and recruits. That sound cool?"

Even though Emma is completely shocked at the news and isn't sure how well that would go since things with Steve just went rocky, her mind is so flooded with information that she hears herself say, "Sounds great," without even consciously thinking it.

"Great," Tony replies. "Get that back to me by tomorrow morning. Ground breaks in two days."

"You got it, boss," Emma replies with a thumbs up, the action completely out-of-body as her mind continues to go in autopilot mode while she's processing everything.

When Tony walks off, Emma tucks the chip into her pocket and tries to make her way to the exit again, but runs right into Maria as she turns around. "Hey watch where you're going speed demon," Maria says with a laugh. She looks at Emma and sees the tears in the corners of her eyes and can tell she is tense, so she softens her voice and asks, "Everything okay, Em?"

Emma shakes her head and walks to the exit again with Maria following her. Once outside, Emma can't hold back her tears anymore and lets them fall free. She sits on a bench nearby and Maria sits next to her, putting an arm around her to try and comfort her. After a few seconds of silence, Emma speaks up, saying, "Well I talked to him."

Maria closes her eyes and sighs, asking, "Not good?"

"Not good? Maria, he said he can't trust me! He said that he doesn't know who I really am! I'd say that's about as bad as it can get."

"I'm sure he didn't mean that, Em. It's been a crazy few days. Did you tell him exactly what you did and why? Because Ultron was super vague about what happened."

"I know it's been crazy, but still... and I didn't, no. I couldn't. I was so scared and overwhelmed that I panicked. He seemed to have his mind made up anyway."

"How about you give it a few days? Let him and yourself think things over a bit, and then get back to him. He'll come around."

"I hope so..." Emma whispers. After a few more seconds of silence, she asks, "Did I tell you what happened? In South Africa? With Wanda's vision?"

"No, you didn't. What happened?"

"Well overall, the whole team was telling me that I wasn't worthy and that I would never be one of them, and that hurt, but what hurt the most was that in that vision, Steve said 'to think I loved you' and it just...it really hurts, Maria. All of this just affirms what my father used to tell me..."

Maria rubs Emma's back and thinks for a moment before saying, "I know it probably won't help right now, but just know that you aren't defined by if someone loves you or not. You're defined by your actions and the motives behind those actions."

"You're totally right, that doesn't help right now," Emma replies with an attempted laugh, "but it might later on when I'm not in the middle of a complete breakdown, so thank you."

"You're welcome," Maria tells her. "Now, do you want to be alone for the rest of the day or do you want some company?"

"Some company would be nice," Emma replies with a small smile, "as long as I'm not interrupting any of your work."

"Laptops are portable for a reason, I just need an internet connection so I can comfort you and work at the same time. I'm here for you, okay?"

"You're the best," Emma tells her. She looks down the block at her favorite coffee shop and says, "While you go get your stuff from inside, I'm gonna go get some tea to go back home with. Do you want anything?"

"I'll get whatever you do. I'll meet you back at your place with food. How's greasy pizza and wings sound? We can watch a comedy and forget about the last few days."

"Sounds great, you’re the best, and I'm so glad to have you as my friend, Maria," Emma tells her and leans in for a hug. Maria smiles and hugs Emma back before the two of them part ways for the time being until they meet up again later for a girls' night.

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[just-some-random-blogger]

HAHAHAH OK FOR REAL THIS TIME

"You're late again," your voice is tinged with a bitterness that you can't fully suppress. "It seems like you’re always late these days.” 

NO CUZ SEE YOU WRITE REALLY WELL FROM THE GET GO. THATS LIKE YEAH. I VIBE WITH THAT. YOU WRITE LIKE ME KINDA. YOU'RE COPYING ME. YOU'RE COPYING ME! OMG YOU'RE A COPY CAT 🤬! AND YOU HAVE THE AUDACITY TO SAY YOUR WRITING IS ASS. SO? SO WHAT? MY WRITING IS ASS???????? AWWW HELLLLLL NAAAHHHH!!!! AND WHAT IF IT IS HOW DARE YOU MEET ME OUTSIDE

[...] I need to gather as much as I can before I make my way to Tommy."

MY way. so you;re leaving her ✋✋✋✋✋

As much as you wanted to, you had friends here in the Boston QZ. People relied on you for help and your medical experience as a nurse. 

SEEE OK YOU PUT CRUMBS LIKE THIS. YOU DIDNT EVEN REALIZE (?) OR MAYBE YOU DID (!!!) THAT YOU LIKE PUT *my* way to tommy and then explain WHY that was happening!?!!??!?!?!? #WRITERSHIT THAT SHIT IT S-TIER

"I know that. But what about us? God, it just feels like.. It feels like you've already left, Joel."

quality angst legit the face i made HAHAHAH

[...] Tommy's out there, and family means something to me.”  Tears well up in your eyes at the insinuation. You are not Joel’s family.

Your heart aches as you watch him, torn between your love for him and the resentment that has built over this decision. "Then go, Joel," you say, your voice steady despite the tears that fall freely. "But know that you're making a choice, just like I am."

LISTEN I JUST WATCHED MARRIAGE STORY AND SCENES FROM A MARRIAGE BACK TO BACK LIKE A PSYCHOPATH NOTHING CAN HURT ME NOW IF YOU WANT TO HURT ME YOU GOTTA TRY BETTER THAN THIS

He regrets so many things about the night he left. He wanted to say, I love you. I need you too. I don’t want to leave. But I have to do this. Come with me, please come with me because I don’t think I can do this without you.

THATS SOME GOOD SOUP GOOD FUCKING SOUP GOOOODDDDD SOUPPPP

He runs to the gates as fast as his aching bones can carry him. Joel’s mind is at war as it battles with disbelief and the pure joy of seeing you alive and safe and whole. As you draw closer, Joel's eyes lock onto you. Time seems to stand still as your eyes meet for the first time in 5 years. 

bro HUG HELLO HELOOO??? DID THEY HUG

Immediately you both close the distance between each other, bodies colliding in a desperate embrace. Tears well up in your eyes as you hold onto him, grip tight as if you fear he'll disappear again.

nO MAAM IT WAS NO IMMEDIATE ENOUGH THE FACT JOEL DIDNT CRUSH HIS BODY INTO HERS THE MOMENT HE SAW HER IS A SIN. JAIL.

"You moved on," he repeats, his voice breaking. "And here I was, thinking you were out there, waiting for me to come back." He chuckles darkly, tears in his eyes. 

HE WHAT? he w h a t ???

Your tears fall freely now. "Joel, it isn't that simple. Of course I wanted you to come back. I was shattered. I had to find a way to heal somehow." "And marrying someone else was the way to heal?" he shoots back, his voice bitter.

"No, but it was a way to survive," you retort. "I thought you were gone, Joel. I thought I had lost you forever. I didn’t want to be alone and sad all the time.” 

): dang. that must be hard needing someone to fill that void. ooof

"I never wanted to hurt you," Joel finally whispers, his voice raw.

NO. NO CUZ YEAH I HEAR HIM

this you in that moment, joel?

But look at what it cost me, Joel thinks.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯ i feel nothing. I DONT KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU BRO!!!

The glint from the matching gold band on his finger taunting Joel.

pffFFFT THE FACT YOU NOTICED THAT 🙄✋ ok

“Yeah just a second! Catching up with an old friend here.”

The man nods and retreats back into the house, and the silence between you and Joel feels louder now.

nah cuz the way he just left and was like 'ah yeah' PFFTTTT HAHAHAHHAHHAHAH that's on security. joel could never. THAT or man does not perceive this bag of bones a threat WHICH IS FUNNIER ORRRRRRRRRR he just not give a shit, which is not as funny but I LIKE THE NON THREATENING ONE BETTER CANON

“An old friend huh?” Joel smiles sadly at the floor. 

your honor i-

“Yeah, Joel. The very best.” You cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the cheek and turn to go into your new home and your new life.

as she should

Of Reunions and Regrets / Joel Miller x Reader

Description: Joel's decision to leave the Boston QZ to find Tommy causes both of you to argue and break up. Years later, you reunite in Jackson but the ring on your finger is not Joel's. Word count: 1.3k

"You're late again," your voice is tinged with a bitterness that you can't fully suppress. "It seems like you’re always late these days.” 

Joel glances up, his tired eyes meeting yours. "I'm doing what I can, sweetheart. It's not like there's an abundance of stuff out there. I need to gather as much as I can before I make my way to Tommy."

You clench your fists at the mention of his departure. You had been fighting him on this for weeks. You telling him to stay, and him telling you to go with him. As much as you wanted to, you had friends here in the Boston QZ. People relied on you for help and your medical experience as a nurse. 

“Joel, you spend all your free time out there gathering supplies. I’m sorry if I sound like a needy girlfriend here but do you NOT want to make the most of the time you have left here with me?” You hated yourself for having to ask this but ever since he announced his plans to leave, you hadn't spent a single free hour with him.

Joel's jaw tightens, his patience wearing thin. "You think I'm not trying? You have no idea what it's like out there, what I'd have to do just to stay alive."

"I know that. But what about us? God, it just feels like.. It feels like you've already left, Joel."

He slams his hand down on the table, his own frustration flaring. "You think this is easy for me? You think I want to leave you? I have to leave. Tommy's out there, and family means something to me.” 

Tears well up in your eyes at the insinuation. You are not Joel’s family. "And what about me? Do I mean something to you?”

The room falls into a heavy silence, the weight of your unspoken pain suffocating. Joel's gaze softens, regret replacing his anger as he steps forward, reaching for you for a hug. But you pull away.

"No," you whisper, tears slipping down your cheeks. "Can you please stay?"

And with those words, a chasm opens between you both, a rift that seems impossible to bridge. Joel's shoulders slump, defeat evident in his posture. He turns away, his voice barely audible as he speaks.

"I have to find Tommy. I have to make things right with him."

Your heart aches as you watch him, torn between your love for him and the resentment that has built over this decision. "Then go, Joel," you say, your voice steady despite the tears that fall freely. "But know that you're making a choice, just like I am."

Your eyes lock for a moment, a silent understanding that this is the end for both of you. With one last lingering look, Joel turns and walks out of your apartment, leaving you behind. 

5 Years Later

Joel stands at the edge of the lookout post in Jackson, staring out into the distance as the wind rustles through his hair. It’s been 5 years since he last saw you but in moments of quiet like this, the loss of you is still fresh - a constant ache he carries with him. 

Ever since he left Boston and embarked on his journey to find his brother, he couldn’t shake the memories of you. He often wonders where you are, if you’re safe, if you’re even alive. He regrets so many things about the night he left. He wanted to say, I love you. I need you too. I don’t want to leave. But I have to do this. Come with me, please come with me because I don’t think I can do this without you. But instead he had just turned his back and left you in your apartment without a second glance back. 

Joel’s life is a monotonous routine of patrols and lookouts. But one day, as he stands watch at the lookout post, he sees a familiar figure in the distance. His heart races, his breath catches in his throat as he recognizes a silhouette that he would know anywhere. It’s approaching the settlement. It's you.

He runs to the gates as fast as his aching bones can carry him. Joel’s mind is at war as it battles with disbelief and the pure joy of seeing you alive and safe and whole. As you draw closer, Joel's eyes lock onto you. Time seems to stand still as your eyes meet for the first time in 5 years. 

"Joel..." your voice trembles, your lips parting in disbelief. "Is that you? You.. you made it."

He nods, his voice hoarse. "Yeah, sweetheart. I made it."

Immediately you both close the distance between each other, bodies colliding in a desperate embrace. Tears well up in your eyes as you hold onto him, grip tight as if you fear he'll disappear again.

"You're alive," you whisper, voice breaking.

"Yeah, I am," he replies, his own voice choked with emotion.

"Joel, I missed you so much."

"I missed you, baby. So fucking much and I’m so sorry for the way I left I–” 

A glint catches Joel's eye – a ring on your finger. His heart sinks and his head spins and he swears his vision even blurs a little. 

He pulls away, his gaze locked onto the ring. "You're... married."

You nod. “After you left, I was.. heartbroken, Joel. More than I thought I would be. I spent days just crying my eyes out because I thought you were gone for good. I tried to move on–” 

"You moved on," he repeats, his voice breaking. "And here I was, thinking you were out there, waiting for me to come back." He chuckles darkly, tears in his eyes. 

Your tears fall freely now. "Joel, it isn't that simple. Of course I wanted you to come back. I was shattered. I had to find a way to heal somehow."

"And marrying someone else was the way to heal?" he shoots back, his voice bitter.

"No, but it was a way to survive," you retort. "I thought you were gone, Joel. I thought I had lost you forever. I didn’t want to be alone and sad all the time.” 

Anger, pain, and regret swirl between you both, an impenetrable wall of emotions. The silence that follows is heavy, suffocating. It's as if the years of longing, hurt, and missed opportunities have culminated in this painful reunion.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Joel finally whispers, his voice raw.

"I know. Neither did I," you reply softly, tears staining your cheeks. "But I’m happy for you, Joel. I really am. You got your family back.” 

But look at what it cost me, Joel thinks.

You both stand there in silence for a moment, the wind blowing gently on your faces. The pain of your choices hangs heavily in the air, both of you wishing you had chosen differently. 

“Hey, you coming? You've got to check out the house Maria’s giving us! It's got hot water and everything!” A young man jogs over in your direction, smiling as he makes a stop a few feet away from you both. The glint from the matching gold band on his finger taunting Joel.

“Yeah just a second! Catching up with an old friend here.” You smile at him, keeping your voice light to cover the fact that you’d been crying. 

The man nods and retreats back into the house, and the silence between you and Joel feels louder now. “An old friend huh?” Joel smiles sadly at the floor. 

“Yeah, Joel. The very best.” You cup his face and give him a soft kiss on the cheek and turn to go into your new home and your new life.

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Gone Too Long

Prompt: when YN doesn’t want harry to know she’s struggling (mlb!)

Warnings: a bit of angst

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Harry was struggling, he knew it would hard to leave YN and Easton for work but when the season actually started and he had to kiss them goodbye constantly…he hated it.

His teammates would go out to bars on the away game nights, drinking whether they win or lose, but Harry would head straight to his hotel room and sit on FaceTime for hours with his family.

He didn’t mention to YN that sometimes when they hung up for the night that he had panic attacks because it was too overwhelming to be away from them.

Harry was excited, always was when he got back into the city, and headed towards his home where his happiness was waiting.

It was late, two in the morning, he fully expected both his wife and baby to be asleep - Easton usually needed fed around four am.

He very quietly opens and closes the front door of their apartment, the lamps were all off and the only lights were coming from the busy city outside their windows.

Harry drops his suitcase and duffel near the entryway and begins to walk quietly towards the hallway.

He is surprised when he sees the nursery light on and a muffled voice that’s drowned out by a sound machine.

He’s really not trying to eavesdrop but he stops outside the half-cracked door to hear noise but not from Easton, from YN.

”I jus-He was eating on a normal schedule. Now he’s constantly wanting to be fed, nearly every thirty minutes to an hour but when he latches, he only wants to eat for a minute or two before he’s uninterested. I didn’t think anything of it but it’s night two of this,” YN sniffles, her voice cracks like it does when she’s trying to hold back intense emotion.

Then there’s silence as YN listens to whoever she is talking to on the phone.

”I’m just so stressed out, I don’t know if he’s eating enough but I think he is. I miss Harry,“ YN is crying by this point and his heart is shattering, “I don’t want him to think I’m a bad mom and I can’t handle it.”

Harry can’t listen to anymore without comforting his wife, he slowly pushes the door open so that he doesn’t startle her.

The room is dimly lit with just the fairy lights on, the sound machine playing rain sounds, and YN is sat in the rocking chair - holding the phone to her ear with one hand and the other is cradled around Easton.

Easton’s asleep against her breast, his little face smushed against the soft skin but even from the door, Harry can see how irritated and swollen her nipples are from the feeding him.

YN blinks up at him, her face is wet with tears and she just looks exhausted, three days on her own with a fresh baby was draining.

”Mama,” Harry murmurs, nearly a whisper, as he gets to her as soon as possible, his hands coming to cup her cheeks and kiss her forehead, nose, tear-damp cheeks.

“Ha-Harry’s home now,” YN says shakily into the phone, “Yeah, I will call you tomorrow. I’ll have him call too. Thank you, sorry for waking you. Love you, Anne.”

Harry’s glad that she called his mother when she felt like she was struggling and he was proud of her for reaching out.

”I’m sorry,” YN cries, her shoulders shuddering, even though she has nothing to apologize for.

“Hey, hey, mama. C’mon, it’s okay, sweetheart,” Harry soothes as he carefully transfers Easton from her arms to his so that he can get him back in the crib, flicking off the fairy lights, and reaching his hand out for his wife - grabbing the baby monitor.

He leads her out to the living room, where he sits on the couch and pulls her on top of his lap, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly to his chest.

Harry doesn’t say anything as she sobs into his neck, his hand sneaking under her tank top to rub at her warm back, his lips pressed to her temple.

It makes him want to cry.

He just holds her for a long while, rocking them back and forth as he whispers in her ear how much he loves her, how proud he is of her, of what a good mama she is.

After she gets her tears out, she sits up, still straddling his lap and kisses him firmly on the lips before pulling back and letting Harry wipe her wet cheeks.

”I’m sorry this is what you came home to,” YN mumbles with embarrassment, eyes diverting down to their laps to avoid eye contact.

It doesn’t work because Harry is tucking his finger under her chin to bring her gaze back up, “Do not apologize, my love. I want you to feel like you can call me when you feel this way. M’your husband, m’always gonna support you.”

”I-I don’t want you to think that I can’t do this or that I’m not a good mom,” YN sighs sadly, “I‘m trying my best and I don’t want you to worry when you’re away.”

”Do not even for a minute doubt your abilities as a mother,” Harry tells her seriously, ”You’re the best mama to Easton. We’re new at this and we’re young. I have all the admiration and pride in the world for you, darling.”

YN chuckles wetly, wiping her eyes again, “You’re too good for me.”

”No, the exact opposite,” Harry argues with a soft smile, “I don’t deserve you. Amazing wife, amazing mama, perfect f’me. Luckiest man alive.”

YN tries to bite down a shy smile, overwhelmed by the compliments as she nuzzles back into his chest and snuggles him.

”I think my mum should come stay with you when I’m gone for more than two days,” Harry says as he rubs up and down her back again.

YN sits up with confused eyes, “You just said you know I’m a good mom. Do you not -“

Harry cuts off her anxious thoughts, shaking his head, “It has nothing to do with your abilities. It would make me feel better if you had support when I wasn’t here. I don’t want you to be alone for days on end.”

YN nods with relief in her expression, “I think that would be good.”

”Okay, I’ll call her tomorrow. I know she wanted to help and be here with you guys,” Harry responds, they were both so tired.

”Mmm,” YN agrees lowly, her voice becoming groggy, eyelids heavy as she relaxes in his warm embrace but she’s quickly jolted when she hears Easton squeak before he begins to wail, “He’s hungry again.”

”Let me get him a bottle,“ Harry offers as he shuffles them until they stand up, about to go to the kitchen to unfreeze a packet of breast milk.

”No, I want to feed him,” YN insists as she intertwines their hands and pulls him towards the nursery, “Just sit with me.”

Harry helps her get situated back into the rocking chair with his hungry baby, he latches and begins to feed eagerly.

He has to push down the pain of not being able to be with them every second of the day but in these moments, he feels such deep love for his little family that it’s hard to breathe.